#beautiful dreamy warm brown eyed man

[chet-ho7mgren]

Those are some eyes I could look into forever

[sinner-as-saint]

Unleashed.

Doctor!Bucky x Reader AU

Requested (like a year ago)

Run-through: Your doctor just can’t seem to get enough of you, nor you him. And one night, all the passion and tension can no longer be contained…

Themes: smut, dirty talk, fluff, doctor!bucky

James Barnes was the kind of doctor who made you all weak in your knees, turned you into a stuttering mess the moment you first stepped into his examination room.

Your mom, after she made your appointment, forgot to mention that the gynecologist who would be seeing you was a tall, broad, blue-eyed, absolutely fine, gorgeous and dreamy man. Long, dark brown hair tied in a low, slightly messy bun. Perfect facial hair, and a strong built. Even with his lab coat on, you could tell he was absolutely ripped and muscular underneath it.

The first time you entered his office, he flashed you a smile which stole your heart right there. And the minute he ushered you over to his examination chair, you almost wished the ground would somehow spilt and swallow you whole because you realized that this fine specimen was going to see all of you. And you’d have to keep a straight face on and behave.

But by the next few visits for you regular check-ups, you had grown comfortable around the man. And each time, you tried your hardest to ignore the tingly feeling you got whenever you felt his hands on your thighs, or whenever he looked you in the eye while talking, or how he always placed a hand on the small of your back as he ushered you out of his office.

Each time you sat on his examination chair, legs spread apart; exposed. You immediately felt the burning hot, buzzing tension between you two. And you tried hard to convince yourself that it wasn’t real, that it was all in your head but you couldn’t.

It got to a point where you found yourself thinking of him when you touched yourself at night. James Barnes was always there, in your head. Living in your thoughts like it was nothing.

You were shamelessly crushing on the handsome doctor, needless to say. He was playful. And you began noticing the subtle ways he would flirt with you each time. But he never crossed the line.

But then one day your paths crossed somewhere you least expected… at a club. And that night, everything changed.

 “Hello Y/N.” he greeted, with a semi smirk. Leaning by the bar, dressed in a dark shirt and dark pants and his hair down; he looked irresistible.

“Hello doc.” You tried to hide the fact that your face was burning hot at the sight of him so… relaxed and beautiful. No lab coats, his hair not held back by a hair tie – right now he was just a devilishly handsome man at a club who was receiving all the attention by most ladies. A devilishly handsome man who also knew what your vagina looked like. Speaking of which, you had an appointment with him tomorrow… well shit.

Bucky inched closer to you, “You seem a little flustered.” He whispered in your ear. And you shivered at the sound of his voice. Fuck…

You giggled nervously. “Just, not used to seeing you like this.” He cocked his head to the side at your reply.

“Like how?”

So fucking fuckable. Your face felt all hot again, and you looked down at your shoes instead. “You know, I should go. You’re probably here with someone and I-,”

He cut you off, flashing you another smile which made your heart race. “No please, stay.” And that was all it took for you to stay by his side for the next hour or so, talking but mostly flirting, before he leaned in again and whispered in your ear, confidently. “Let’s get out of here. Somewhere a little more private?”

You nodded quickly, ditching your glass of red wine, took his hand and followed him out of the club.

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You ended up at his luxurious apartment. None of its lushness and flamboyance, of course, even came close to that of its owner. James Barnes was one of a kind; gentlemanly, but also the right amount of flirty.

“Can I get you something?” Bucky asked as he rolled his sleeve up till his elbow, mindlessly.

Fuck…

You eyed him up and down and you could no longer hold back anymore. “Doc…” the sudden desperation in your voice made him look up at once. And he smirked once he caught your gaze.

“Yes?”

“Please just… fuck me.” You spoke, boldly.

He chuckled, and slowly approached the coffee table, by which you stood. Bucky reached out and gently touched your face, his thumb softly tracing the shape of your mouth, smudging your lipstick just a little. He smirked again upon seeing your messed up lipstick. He definitely planned on messing all of you up later, oh he wanted to do bad things to you since the day he first saw you…

And all those times you just laid there in front him. Exposed. Open. Although deeply unethical, he wanted nothing more than to just touch you. Pleasure you. Taste you and be inside of you. He noticed how you always got all flustered under his stare, many women did to be honest. But he had never wanted any of them like he wanted you. He still remembers the first time he saw you on his examination chair, and his brazen thought at the time… such a pretty little cunt… the prettiest he had ever seen.

He often thought of you when you were long gone. How well you listened to each and every instruction of his. How obedient you seemed. How fucking perfect.

Yet each time, he felt like he was chained. Held back. Unable to reach out to you because the relationship between the two of you was supposed to be strictly professional, and there was nothing he could do about it.

But here you were now, right in front of him. Asking him to fuck you. He wanted you bad as well, but just like he waited, he wanted to be a tease and keep you waiting as well.

“Patience, sweetheart.” he spoke, looking down at your lips before looking into your eyes again and you almost moaned at the look he was giving you. Your body was burning hot under his stare.

And the fire in you didn’t simmer down at all, definitely not when Bucky pulled you onto his lap and kissed you senselessly, deeply, passionately for God knows how long, but you could feel your underwear getting completely soaked.

His hands grabbed you at your butt, firmly and occasionally rolling your hips against his crotch. You could feel him; big and hard.

You whined when his mouth left yours only to kiss down your neck, nibbling on your skin and leaving dark red marks behind. You moved your hips against him, grinding on him out of desperation, and he chuckled against your skin. “So eager, aren’t you doll?” he whispered and peppered your neck with soft kisses.

“You’re so mean…” you whimpered and slid your fingers through his hair and tugging on it.

He pulled away to look at you. “Am I now?” he faced you with lust and playfulness in his eyes. “What about all those times you tortured me at work?” he gently grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer. “Showing up all dolled up…,” he kissed the side of your mouth and you felt your heart flutter, “Acting so innocent and shy when spreading those sexy legs for me…,”

Your giggle cut him off. And he pulled away again to look at you with raised eyebrows, smirking a little. You immediately felt all hot and bothered by his stare. “Sorry,” you apologized and looked down at how comfortably you sat on his lap. “I thought you looked at vaginas all day. How did I stand out from the crowd?” the brat in you spoke.

Bucky tried to hold it in, but he ended up laughing anyway, his body shaking and his laughter filling the room. You lowered your head again. He calmed down a few seconds later, and he cupping your face softly. “You caught my eye the minute you walked into my life, angel.” He answered. “But since then, each time I saw you was pure torture. You were always so… unreachable.”

You leaned into his touch. “Well I’m here now.” you leaned closer, gently caressing the back of his neck. “You can whatever you want.” You felt his body tense under you, and you smirked.

“Careful what you wish for, doll.” he warned, teasing you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. “James, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m leaving and I-,”

He cut you off with a rough kiss, biting your lip before shoving his tongue past your lips and kissing you like he’s famished and you’re the only thing which can satiate his hunger – which was true.

“You’re not fucking leaving!” He growled against your lips, his voice fueling the fire inside you. “Not when I finally have you all to myself.”

 Next thing you knew, Bucky was pushing down onto his large, comfy bed. The cool satin sheets felt wonderful under your burning hot body. He was on top of you in less than a second, kissing you like his life depended on it.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. You moaned and whimpered, body squirming under his. You needed him, bad.

Bucky’s mouth left your lips as he kissed his way down your body, undressing you in the process. Your little black dress, and your underwear found themselves on his bedroom floor as he settled himself in between your legs. His handsome face just inches away from your dripping core.

You had seen Bucky in between your legs before, but not like this. Back in his examination room, he always looked so calm and composed, and gentle. Right now, he was hungry, and wild – a man who wanted to do bad things to you, and you were more than happy to let him do whatever he wanted.

You felt his warm breath against your body as he spoke, lips brushing against your inner thigh, “Look at this pretty little cunt,” he kissed your skin so softly and it made your whole body tingle, “So fucking wet, and all mine.” he growled before he leaned in and kissed your wet folds, his tongue slowly circling around your throbbing clit and licking down, parting your wet folds with ease.

He poked at your entrance with his tongue and your body felt hotter than earlier. A pressing need to release formed deep inside you as you felt his tongue stroked your most sensitive parts. “So fucking sweet too…” Bucky chuckled as he looked up at you and found you with your eyes shut, head thrown back in pleasure. “Look at me.” He ordered and the authority in his voice made you tremble.

You opened your eyes and supported your upper body up with your elbows digging into the mattress and you took in the sight of him in between your legs. His strong arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping your in place and close to him.

He maintained eye contact as he licked in between your wet folds again, making you whine as he teased you. His touch was deliberately slow, pleasurably agonizing. “Please…” you cried out, whimpering and begging him to take you already. You could no longer deal with his teasing.

Bucky smirked. “I’ve fantasized about this moment for a while now, doll.” he kissed your thighs, purposely avoiding to touch where he knew you needed him the most. “I’m not gonna rush, I’m gonna savor you…” he kissed down all the way to your core, and gently bit your skin. You hissed in pleasure. “I’m gonna eat this wet, greedy cunt until your taste is embedded in my brain. And you will not once complain, you hear me?”

You nodded frantically, his words turning you on more than you expected them to. You could feel your arousal trickling out of you, one drop at a time. But Bucky didn’t let none of it go to waste, he leaned in and latched his mouth onto your core, sucking and licking and teasing you. Your arousal coated the lower half of his face, but he didn’t mind it one bit.

His sole purpose was to take his time, and taste you and make you come undone all over his tongue. You whined and whimpered under him; with your legs wrapped around his head.

“You taste better than I expected, baby…” he mumbled, closing his eyes, shamelessly humming and moaning at how you tasted on his tongue. Your taste drove him wild, so did your soft whimpers. “So fucking sweet.” he purred.

Your hand flew to his hair and you tugged on it gently as he flicked his tongue over your clit over and over again. His beard rubbed against your sensitive skin, and the friction burned a little but it was the kind of pain you kept wanting more of. You wanted more of him. But he was making you wait…

His stormy blue eyes watched how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you; making you cry out loud.

Bucky made you cum once. Twice. Then it got so frequent that your orgasms just overlapped effortlessly; making you gasp for air as your body writhed under him.

You whined wantonly, “Please…” you begged, and tried scooting away from him. But his grip around your thigh tightened and he kept you in place. “I already came, please…” part of you didn’t want him to stop. Ever. But you were so damn sensitive that even just his hot breath fanning your wet folds was making you moan out loud.

He had been eating you out for so long, you wondered how the hell his neck wasn’t sore and aching yet.

He glared at you from in between your legs. “I said no complaining.” He spoke sternly, smacked your thigh gently and kissed his way up to your mouth again. He kissed your lips once he hovered over you, rough and deep, and you tasted yourself on his tongue. “I’m not done with your sweet cunt yet, so keep quiet for me doll.” he whispered against your swollen lips. “I make the rules here, remember?”

You looked up at him and nodded, panting and shaking under his gaze.

Bucky kissed his way down your body again. And his mouth latched onto your core again. You whined and squirmed, tugging in his hair and that only made him want to eat you out for longer.

You lost track of time, but many orgasms later, Bucky kissed his way up your body again. He gave you a brief kiss on the lips then lifted off you for just a moment to get rid of his clothes. Once done, he was hovering over your naked body again. Frankly, he loved the sight of you; naked, hot and squirming against the dark sheets of his bed. He wanted to keep you there forever.

He gave you loud kisses on the cheek, making you giggle and wrap your arms around him. He pulled away after a while to look into your eyes. Then leaned in to kiss you on the nose. “Just so we’re clear, who makes the rules here, babygirl?” he asked.

Something in you pushed you to be a bit of a brat just to get a reaction out of him. You were curious to see what would happen if you pushed his buttons. “I don’t know, was it me?” you teased.

He smirked, reading your face. Part of him loved this side of you, the other part of him wanted to tame the brat in you right this instant. Bucky leaned in closer to you, his hand reaching up to hold your jaw carefully, firmly. He lifted his hand just an inch or two from your face gave you a gentle smack on your cheek. You groaned, bit your lip and smiled up at him, clearly he had taken over all of you. You’d take anything he’d give you.

“Don’t be a brat, doll. Who makes the rules here?”

You looked up at him in, completely under his spell. “You do.” He smiled and kissed you right in between your brows.

“Good girl.”  

Bucky’s body settled in between your legs comfortably again, and he leaned in to kiss you. Your lips were all swollen and tingly, but still you smiled through the kiss as he pulled you even closer. The need for one another was prominent between you two, quite literally – his thick and hard cock rested against your thighs.

Bucky touched you wherever he could; letting his hands linger at your breasts and taking his sweet time; caressing and kissing your skin. His hands slipped in between your legs with ease; caressing your inner thighs as he went. You moaned into the kiss; his touch was slow, and gentle and enticing but also fiery.

His knuckles gently stroked your wet folds; making you shiver at his touch. He ran his fingers up and down your folds, gathering and smearing your arousal around. He stared into your eyes, his face still dangerously close to yours. “You okay, doll?” he asked. His voice strained and deep, gravelly with lust.

You craved more. So you nodded a little too quickly. He smiled and leaned in again, kissing you and toying with your clit at the same time. You whimpered and squirmed under him, and he smirked through the kiss. He had wanted you since the day he first saw you. Since that day, he wanted nothing more than to just have you under him. To toy and play with your body as he pleased. And now that you were here, and he wasn’t planning on letting you go just yet.

Bucky pulled away from your lips, and pressed his forehead onto yours gently, while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance, pulling your legs up to wrap them around his waist. You moaned out loud as he pushed into you. He grunted once he filled you up entirely, and he gave you a couple of seconds to adjust. He grabbed both your hands, laced your fingers together with his and pinned your interlaced hands down on the bed, above your head.

He had always wondered how he would feel inside you. How wet you’d be, how warm and how tight and snug you’d feel… but he concluded that you felt better than he ever imagined.

You were so full of his thick cock that even you couldn’t even form a proper thought. His lips found yours again, trying to get you to stay quiet while he rolled his hips against yours. He pulled out and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to keep quiet. He lowered his face again, and leaned into your ear.

“You feel so good, babygirl…” he whispered, groaning by the end and let go of your hands to hold your body. He gripped your waist and pushed deeper into you. You heard him gasp and swear under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his damp skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you.

You moaned out loud; wantonly, as he pushed deeper and deeper into you each time. You tried matching his thrusts but were unable to; so you simply let him take control. His scent, his moans; Bucky took over you in less than a minute.

He kissed you, bit your lips, kissed your open mouth, and shoved his tongue past your lips while he rammed into you; and you never once complained. Given his size, he stretched you out completely. And it did hurt, but the pleasure compensated for the pain. Your legs trembled around his waist, he thrust deeper into you, and in the daze he was in, he mumbled right in your ear about how good you felt.

“Fuck…” his voice cracked and his sentenced ended with a loud moan. The sound of his moans and grunts sent tingles dancing down your spine. Your back arched off the bed as you felt a familiar warmth washing over you. Bucky growled and bit down on your shoulder to keep himself from making any loud noises while he fucked you. He was relentless. And you loved it.

Right when your moans got louder and your walls started clenching around him; signaling you were right on the edge and just about to come undone; he removed himself from you and flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you onto your knees by your hips. His hand gripped your hair and tugged on it, harsher than earlier and his action elicited an involuntary moan out of you.

You whimpered; wanting him to completely ruin you. He kissed the back of your neck, “You’re so good to me, doll,” he mumbled against your skin and pushed your face down against the pillows, making your ass stick out for him. “But I’m not quite done with you yet.”

He gripped each side of your hips, tightly. He pushed his cock into you without a word said; earning a sinful moan out of you. He groaned and grunted as he filled you up entirely; your butt cheeks pressing into his pelvic bone as he pounded into you.

You moaned out loud at the new sensation of him rocking into you from behind. Bucky’s hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm of his hand against your lower abdomen. He liked the rush of excitement which coursed through him each time he felt his cock deep within you.

His hand travelled all the way to your throat and he very gently squeezed the side of your throat. But hard enough to make you lose your mind. You could only moan and whimper in response while he kept pounding into you incessantly.

No man had ever made you feel the way he did. So wanted. So desired. So full and so wild. “Fuck…” you heard a barely audible moan leave his lips as he rammed his cock in and out of you incessantly.

“So good to me, so fucking good…” Bucky mumbled in a daze, and you barely heard him as the only thing you focused on was the sounds your bodies made when in contact with one another; along with your whimpers and his incoherent words while he fucked you like there’s no tomorrow.

You felt him quicken his pace. You tightened around him, and he groaned, pounding into you; growling and mumbling swear words under his breath. You felt the pressure in between your hips grow until you couldn’t hold back anymore, so you came undone with a loud moan.

His other hand reached around and toyed with your folds; his fingers furiously rubbed the skin around your clit and making you tremble and whimper again. You moaned, craving more and more of him.

With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls. You tightened around him, feeling the burning hot need to cum grow hotter and hotter inside you until it exploded. You came with a loud moan, gushing all around him. Bucky came right after you; buried deep within you – growling and mumbling swear words under his breath. His warm cum shoot at your walls and trickled out of you when he carefully removed his length from your entrance. You were a whimpering, panting mess. And so was he.

He threw himself next to you in his bed. You were shaking just a little as he tucked your head under his chin and ran his soothing hand down your back; while kissing the side of your head. “Get some sleep, babygirl.” He whispered and just held you in his arms, while you came down from your high.

You were hazy and worn-out already, so all you remember is snuggling up to him and falling asleep with your head on his chest. The last thought in your head was about how warm his body was, and how perfect it felt sleeping next to him.

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You woke up hours later, soft sunlight against your skin, feeling warm puffs of air fanning your neck. You opened your eyes and blinked a couple of times, trying to reorient yourself as best you could. You realized that you were naked, and tucked under the comfiest blankets you had ever felt, and pressed up against a warm body which spooned you from behind.

Bucky… you smiled at the thought of him. You lifted the covers and looked down to see your legs tangled with his, his arms circling your waist and holding you close to him. You smiled a little bigger, then tried to lift his arm so you could get out of his grip, even though you didn’t want to leave his bed right away.

The moment you lifted his arm inches off your skin, you heard him groan loudly right in your ear. “Don’t go. You’re so warm.” He mumbled before nuzzling your neck again. You giggled when you felt his soft lips against your skin. You turned around in his arms and faced him with a soft smile.

Bucky opened one eye to look at you briefly, then shut it again, mirroring the smile you had on. “Judging by the look on your face,” he pulled you further into him, chest pressing against his, “I’d say I did really well last night, huh?”

You giggled and admired his handsome face. “I’m sore. And I can almost still feel you, deep inside me.” You whispered and he immediately opened both his eyes and looked down at you. He looked adorable and smoking hot at the same time.

“Yeah? Keep looking at me like that and you sure won’t be able to walk all day today.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Then how am I gonna get to my appointment with the handsome doctor on time?” you watched how he blushed a little. “I can’t be late you know. He likes it when people are punctual.”

“Hmm,” he played along, “Well I could drive you. Or maybe you could like, not go? Ditch the doctor, stay with me.” He teased.

You shook your head, and then leaned in to kiss your way up his neck. “Can’t do that.” you kissed the side of his throat up till his ear. “He has me by my heart already, gotta go see him.” you kissed along his jaw. “Besides, I like him, and I like the way he looks at me.”

Bucky sighed in pleasure as you nibbled along his jaw, his grip around your waist tightening as he laid you on your back and hovered above you again. “How?” he asked.

You bit your lip as you looked up at him, staring into his stormy blue eyes. “Like a hungry animal. Feral. Wild. Like he’d absolutely ruin me once unleashed.”

Bucky smirked, inevitably feeling cocky after what you just said. He leaned down to kiss you, his tongue invaded your mouth like he owned it, stroking the top of your mouth and making you moan and hot and bothered just from his kiss. You could feel yourself getting wetter with each passing second. Again.

“Seems you unleashed the animal after all, babygirl.” He kissed his way down your body again, just like he did last night. Bucky settled in between your legs again, his mouth just an inch or two away from where you needed him the most. “Now don’t you move, I’m still not done with you yet.” He chuckled before separating your folds apart using his fingers, and pressed a soft kiss right on your clit. You whined, your body still sensitive and sore from hours ago.

Bucky looked up at you, and smirked. “Just can’t seem to get enough of your pretty, wet little cunt.” he whispered before latching his mouth onto your core once again…

[ohheyitsokay]

Alright my sweet! I'm here with a soulmate request.

So I gotta go with Jack, because who doesn't love being soulmates with a secret agent man? As for the trope... There are so many to choose from and I love them all BUT let's go with "the first words you say to your soulmate are somewhere on their skin". I'm a sucker for that one.

Have fun darling!! 🥰🥰

helloo dear heart! have a fanfic about you n your man, you absolute ray of sunshine 💕

hope you enjoy!

warnings:fluff fluff fluff. enough fluff for a really nice waiting room chair.

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soulmate requests / follower celebration

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It was a weird day, but your dearest friend had insisted.

This will be a fun use of your day off, she promised. And...

If there was anywhere you were going to find your soulmate, it was here. Deep in the bowels of the distillery, there were secrets in each room, behind each lock, and sewn into every suit cuff as far as the eye could see.

Statesman Headquarters.

Sugar, that's supposed to be classified.

The words on your arm near tingled with each step you took, because you were being told with no uncertain terms, that everything you were seeing, hearing, and feeling was absolutely classified. Ginger rolled her eyes as her coworker chattered about privacy and the history of Statesman, smiling good-naturedly.

"I dont think I should be here," you murmured, tilting your head at your friend.

Her hands were stuffed in her lab coat pockets, and she shook her head. When the papers got signed and the tin on your hands was given a final suspicious look, she ushered off with you.

"Listen," she said, her strides long as she took you back through the labyrinth to her lab. "I'm allowed to bring my friend to my coworkers, so they can thank her properly for the best damn cookies they've ever eaten, just like anyone else."

You laughed, feeling lighter. The cookies had started out as an innocent gift for her to take to a holiday party, and according to her, became high demand. As often as time and ingredients allowed, she would beg you for enough to feed a small army, swearing up and down that they were like magic for her mysterious team.

She could be stubborn when she wanted to.

"You just want to show off your work to someone new."

And she winked. "Damn right I do."

After long moments entering passwords, she lead you through a heavy door, adding, "And it wouldnt hurt these guys to know that you're single."

You sputtered, wanting to protest that you were fine waiting for your soulmate, before deciding not to make a fool of yourself. Almost dropping your overfull tin was enough.

There was a handsome man sitting at what you could only assume was her main desk. And by ' a handsome man', you of course meant the most confidant, dreamy, gorgeous all-American gentleman you'd ever seen. When you snuck a glance at your friend, wondering if she was as rosey-eyed as you were, you were shocked to see a blend of annoyance and confusion instead. Any traces of teasing were gone, serious business overriding all of in a single second.

He stood, almost tripping as he looked at you, a little wide-eyed for his reputation. His mustache moved, and time slowed as you held eye contact before-

"No," Ginger's finger blocked your view. "Save the flirting, Whiskey." It was her best no-business tone, and both of you snapped back into reality. "What's going on? Why are you here?"

The man - Agent Whiskey - looked sheepish, hooking one hand in his belt and using the other to scratch the back of his neck.

"Stay here for just a moment?" Your friend looked apologetic and you nodded, nearly collapsing as they stepped away. Moments before, youd been given a brief tour of the government's most elaborate secret, but now, your knees felt weak.

What a weird day.

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It got weirder.

You hovered nervously as lights blared and displays ran data faster than you could read and agents ran in and out.

Neck craning, searching for Ginger, you watched as she was pulled left and right, setting up a command center right in the conference room next door.

"I'm so sorry," she managed at one point, grabbing a cookie from your box, "You wont be able to leave until this mess gets cleaned up." And you nodded as she was whisked away again.

There was no one you knew in sight except... that Agent Whiskey. Jack someone called him. Hands on his hips he took control, steady and stern, neatly reigning in the chaos.

You told yourself you were watching him for guidance, comfort maybe. Not because he was handsome as a sunrise. Certainly not because his gaze kept meeting yours, no matter the crowds, and each time the clocks seemed to stall. Not because your whole body ached to be close to him and ... and you almost thought he looked like he wanted to be close to you, too.

When he caught you watching him, he'd smile, almost proud, fingers twitching at his side. He kept stepping your way, too, before a call of his name made him turn on his boot-heels, cursing under his breath.

You felt small.

A man they called Tequila kept tapping his hands on the table. You heard protests that the agents in the field needed backuo or at least guidance and headsets were tossed. He and Whiskey shared near-crazed grins and worried glances as the muttered urgently into their communication systems.

The tin of cookies near sang at your side, and you slipped forward, just placing it open between them.

You wanted to help.

And at their big bites and briefly closed eyes, and sagging shoulders, it was your turn to feel proud.

Then you retreated again, savoring a certain cowboy's nod of thanks, accompanied by a wink that warmed you to your toes.

Eventually, things seemed to calm.

There was no cheers, but deep sighs and clumps of people dispersing with claps of hands on backs and shoulders.

Headsets were hung to charge, and you walked back towards Gingers desk, hoping for your friend to reappear.

Instead, when you arrived, Jack was already standing in front of it, holding a box cleaned even of crumbs.

"I can give you the recipe," you offered, feeling suddenly shy. What they did here... it was so intense. All the little texts of thanks Ginger had sent you finally made sense - your cookies were extraordinarily normal, beautiful in their simplicity. Absolutely lifesavers in their chaotic world.

The man in fron of you shook his head, perfect brown hair ruffled slightly, the ends peaking out from beneath his head. Feeling like you already committed to the offer, you tried to reach around him for a wayward stack of sticky notes and a pen.

"It's just flour and butter and brown sugar and -"

"Sugar, that's supposed to be classified."

Oh.

Oh.

He smiled more confidently, the realization in your eyes apparently spurring him on.

"Next time, whaddya say you just show me how it's done?"

Dark eyes, crinkling with genuity and twinkling with mischief.

"Can I? I mean - would you - I mean," He stepped forward, right in front of you, and you squeaked. "Sure."

He was so close and... and you felt like you were missing something.

"...Now?"

Not taking his eyes from yours, his hand found your hand, gently guiding it to his arm, where he had at some point pushed up a single sleeve.

I can give you the recipe.

Your eyes found his again, the confirmation almost moot. He had been pulling you in since the moment you laid eyes on him, he was just... right, he was... you would have to leave a note for Ginger.

It felt like you were the only two in the world that mattered right now. Jack could feel it too - you could see it, even as he smirked.

"Sounds like a mighty fine idea to me."

Now.

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[jlalafics]

"Almost Paradise"-a birthday story for mrspeetamellark!

Happy birthday @mrspeetamellark! This is one day late but I hope you enjoy this continuation of your lifeguard!Peeta story!

You can find the first part here.

Also, mind the smut at the end.

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“How do I look?” Katniss stepped into the living room where Annie and Finnick sat on the couch. “Do I look too much like a girl who’s seen nothing but forests and whose pastime is archery?”

She did a little twirl in her sleeveless green jersey dress and cropped jean jacket for the couple.

“You look cute!” Annie stood up, rounding her. “But take the jacket off.”

“And undo the braid,” Finnick added.

Katniss shrugged the jacket off, handing it to Annie before unraveling her braid.

“Why?”

“If you’re cold, he can’t give you his jacket or put an arm around you if you’re wearing one, can he?” Annie pointed out.

“And nothing is sexier than a hair flip and an over-the-shoulder smile,” Finnick told her.

Katniss snorted. “What do you mean?”

The man bent his head, throwing it back before looking over his shoulder to smile at Annie and Katniss.

“See?” Finnick smirked. “Irresistible.”

“Is that how Annie got you?” Katniss asked.

“No, it’s how he got me,” her cousin replied. “His hair was at his shoulders at the time.”

There was a knock on the door.

“He’s here!” Finnick screamed out excitedly.

Katniss laughed, going to the door. “I thought I was going out with Peeta.”

“I’m just really happy for you,” Finnick replied.

“He’s hoping that you’ll stay the night with Peeta so we can shag like rabbits,” Annie said as Katniss opened the door.

“I should at least take you to dinner before you stay over.”

Peeta stepped into the house, his eyes meeting Katniss’. He kissed her cheek.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thanks.” Katniss looked over Peeta in his brown leather jacket, fitted white tee, and jeans. “You look great.”

“Yes, very dreamy,” Annie agreed.

Finnick fluttered his lashes. “I’d do you.”

“On that note, we should go,” Katniss told him. “Bye, guys.”

Annie gave her a hug. “Have a shit ton of fun.”

Taking Peeta’s hand, Katniss led him out the door.

“Use protection!” Finnick called out, just as the door closed behind them.

++++++

“My Mom is the local medicine woman while my sister assists her,” Katniss said as they strolled. “I’ve never been very good at all the medicinal stuff which is surprising since I usually go hunting with my Dad or Gale…well, maybe just my Dad now.” She turned to the man, smiling at her in amusement. “I’m talking a lot, aren’t I?”

“No, I like it,” Peeta said as he gazed at her. “You have a lot to say and I want to hear it all.”

“Maybe it’s because I kind of disappear into the background a lot of the time,” she told him. “Being a hunter and all. I mean, everyone who lives in my neighborhood looks the same. Dark hair, olive skin…Mom and Prim are the exception. Both blonde and blue-eyed.”

“Why is that?”

“My Mom grew up in the higher-class part of District 12,” she explained. “And she ran off with my Dad.”

“So, they were Star-Crossed Lovers,” Peeta replied.

“Yup, minus the gang fights and death.” Katniss looked around the line of shops along the wooden-slatted walkway. “Where are we?”

“This is District 4’s commercial area,” he explained. “This is where visitors like yourself might come to eat at a restaurant or buy some local goods. The folks from the Capitol come here during the summer and double our revenue for the year.”

“We don’t have anything like that in 12,” Katniss replied. “Unless you’d be interested in goat’s milk or cheese made by Prim’s goat.” Peeta raised a brow and she chuckled. “Yes, my sister has a goat.”

He reached for her hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Would buying goat’s milk score me brownie points with you?”

Katniss closed in the space between their joined hands. “Maybe.”

Peeta stopped, reaching to lift her chin. “Maybe?”

“Probably,” she relented, her chin wobbling in nervousness.

The way Peeta gazed at her was exhilarating and unnerving, all at once. It was as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. If she was being entirely honest, most of her thoughts regarding this strong-jaw, golden-haired man were not entirely clean.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

Katniss swallowed harshly. “Starving.”

Peeta stepped towards her, his hands going to her shoulders—to turn her around.

In front of her was a storefront displaying an array of pastries and cakes, but it wasn’t the food that made her jaw drop slightly.

It was the sign.

“Mellark Bakery?” Katniss turned to him, a smile playing on her lips. “You have a bakery.”

“My family has one,” he told her simply. “I thought that we might explore some career options for you.”

Katniss was confused. “What?”

“You said that you didn’t have your dream job.” Peeta pulled her towards the entrance. “I thought maybe we could see if you cut it in the culinary world.”

“Or I could possibly burn the place down,” she retorted.

“Come on. If anything, it will be something worth remembering,” he told her.

“I can’t believe that you remembered the ramblings of a deranged woman who swam right into an undertow.”

“Kind of hard to forget when you were screaming in my ear.” Peeta put an arm around her, his mouth brushing against her lobe. Her legs almost caved at the motion. “I think it will be fun. Doing something together in the back of the bakery.”

“Fine.” Katniss let out a sigh. “You’re lucky you’re so damn cute.”

He kissed the top of her head affectionately.

“I’m lucky because you said yes.”

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After stepping into the bakery, Katniss was introduced to Peeta’s parents, Charlie and Roberta.

“How did you get Peeta’s name?” she asked immediately. “Your names are surprisingly normal.”

The elder Mellarks immediately took to her with easy chuckles.

“I was under some heavy-duty pain relief after he came out,” Roberta answered. “And Charlie here was running on no sleep at that point. One of us must have sputtered out, Peeta.”

“They just wanted to be different,” Peeta told her, arm still slung around her shoulders affectionately. “But they kept in order.”

She turned to him curiously. “Meaning?”

“Nop,” Charlie replied, a grin that Peeta obviously inherited, on his mouth.

“You Mellarks are confusing,” Katniss said with a shake of her head.

“Not Nop, but N-O-P.” Peeta looked to his parents in affectionate exasperation. “As in Noli, Oren, and Peeta. So, as you can see, I got the best name of the bunch.”

“I guess I must be pretty boring with my plant name,” she replied. “At least, Prim got a sweet one, and it fits her perfectly.”

The bell at the top of the front door interrupted their conversation and Peeta quickly led her to the back of the bakery, where she was greeted by stainless steel counters and industrial ovens. There, Peeta told her that they would be making sticky buns for them to eat. He pulled his family’s recipe book from the back office and showed her the recipe.

“You’re the first non-Mellark to see this book in years,” he told her.

“Don’t worry.” Katniss smiled at the man beside her. “I won’t steal your precious recipes.”

They both got to work making the dough and Peeta showed her how to add the ingredients into one of the electric mixers. After, standing behind her, he instructed her on kneading the dough to the right consistency—smooth and just a little sticky.

“There you go,” he said lowly, his warm breath against the nape of her neck. Katniss’ breath quickened at the feeling of him pressed to her back. “Just put a little more pressure into the dough.” He moved her hair to one side, resting his chin on her shoulder. “You’re actually pretty good at this.”

Katniss made another fold, pressing into the dough.

“It’s actually relaxing,” she admitted.

Peeta took a bowl, placing the dough in it so it could rise.

While they waited, Katniss told him more about District 12, about the main street where there was very little commercial area. How her father recently retired from the mines and how one of her friends was the mayor’s daughter.

“You’d like Madge,” she said. “She’s very sweet, all blonde hair and blue eyes.” Katniss peered at him. “Maybe I won’t. I tend to become invisible when Madge is around—”

“I happen to have an affinity for brunettes with smoky eyes,” Peeta told her. “You’re not invisible, Katniss.” His arms wrapped around her, pulling her against his chest as he kissed her temple. “I see you.”

“Thank you for telling me that.” Katniss turned to look at him. “I see you, too.”

Peeta’s hands reached to cradle her cheeks and her breath hitched in anticipation. He leaned and Katniss didn’t pull away when he brushed his lips to hers. It was the gentlest of touches, but it spread through her like wildfire.

“More,” she breathed against their kiss.

Peeta shifted, and their lips once more. Her bottom lip was pillowed between his own and he sucked at her tender flesh, drawing a moan out of her chest. Her hands reached, carding through his hair to grip and anchor her as Katniss felt that she might collapse in pleasure at any moment.

“You are fucking delicious,” he whispered along her tongue. “I want to taste every part of you—”

“Well, don’t do it here!” They pulled apart to see Charlie at the doorway leading to the front. “I don’t want to tell my grandkid that he or she was conceived on the counter where their Dad was.”

“Moment’s over.” Peeta helped her off the counter—how did she even get up there? He gave her an apologetic smile. “For what it’s worth, that was one hell of a first kiss.”

She had to agree.

Katniss had wanted a kiss where she saw stars behind her eyes—and she did.

However, it didn’t compare to what she felt as their lips met.

Fire.

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After being discovered by Charlie—or Dad, as he insisted Katniss to call her—the man had sent them away with a basket of bread and pastries, along with some cheese, meat, and wine. They had found a nearby parklet decorated with flowers and made sandwiches.

They sipped on their wine while Peeta told her more about the Mellark Family. Their bakery had been a staple in District 4 since Peeta’s great-grandfather had built it from the ground up. Roberta was a Capitol transfer that had come when she was in her teens in search of adventure. What she had found was love, Charlie sweeping her off her feet and putting a ring on it as soon as he could.

“I think Noli might’ve been the reason for the rush,” Peeta told her with a smirk. “Don’t let them know that I know.”

Peeta’s two older brothers were working in different Districts, Noli in District 2 and Oren in District 7, but visited often.

“Oren’s girlfriend is actually from District 7 and they’re visiting in the next few days. You should meet Johanna. I think you’ll like her.”

When they were finished with their food, they returned the basket to his parents and Peeta came back with keys to a Land Rover that had seen better days. The blue paint was rusting and when Peeta turned on the engine, she could feel the hard rumble directly under her.

They had set off on a tour of District 4 and Peeta had pointed out the Hall of Justice in their town square and the mayor’s home, a block away from it. He showed her where he and his brothers went to school. After graduation, Peeta had been the one who decided to stay in District 4 and would eventually take over Mellark Bakery.

He had a love for baking, finding peace in just creating.

Katniss admired that he had found his place in the world.

“Tell me about this guy you’re supposed to marry.”

She met his eyes as he stoked the bonfire in front of them.

They had settled on the beach after their tour, the tide low enough so they could settle close to the water.

“Gale is…complicated and simple all at the same time.” Her fingers dragged along the cool sand. The moon rose over the water, highlighting the curiosity on Peeta’s handsome, sculpted face as he waited for her to continue. “It would be simple to marry him and start a family. That been the plan—to him at least.”

“And why is he complicated?”

“Because I want more,” Katniss replied. “I’m not ready to settle. Not in District 12 and not with him.” She took a deep breath. “I don’t want lukewarm love…a lukewarm life. My family is great, but they know me enough to see that I’m floundering in 12. It was why Prim urged me to just leave after Gale got down on one knee.”

“She’s one smart sixteen-year-old,” Peeta remarked.

Katniss nodded in agreement. “Definitely an old soul.” She stood up, holding out her hand to him. Peeta took it and rose from his seat. “You ever want more?”

“Not until recently,” he told her, his blue eyes darkened in the moonlight.

The heat between them was inescapable. However, neither made a move to part.

Instead, their bodies only pressed closer until Katniss could feel the prickle of her hardening nipples against Peeta’s broad chest.

Her eyes went to his. “What do you want?”

“I thought that much was clear,” he told her roughly.

Their mouths met in a crushing kiss. Her hands grasped at his biceps as he encircled her waist, pressing his pelvis to hers and she pressed up, feeling the cloth of his jeans against her clit.

Peeta growled, his lips moving off to taste and suckle her skin. Katniss purred as he reached the juncture of her neck and bit lightly. She watched as he kissed along the neckline of her dress, his hands grazing the sides of her breasts teasingly before he sunk to his knees.

Panic gripped her and grabbed his wrists. “What are you doing?”

Peeta grinned. “What do you think I’m doing?”

“I’ll never come that way,” she told him simply. “And this has been better than anything I ever felt. I don’t want to ruin it.”

“Give me a chance,” he replied, his hands on her hips to keep her from joining him on the sand. “If you don’t like it, then we’ll stop.”

Slowly, Katniss acquiesced.

Peeta lifted her skirt, carefully tucking it up into the elastic waistline. He stared at her bare skin for a moment and she consciously rested a hand to her stomach.

Thank God, she wore her cute underwear.

“Lovely,” he breathed out.

Peeta kissed along her thighs, letting her get comfortable enough to widen the opening between them. His mouth pressed to the insides and she knew that he could taste her arousal, his tongue swiping quickly along the line of her panties.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he said hoarsely.

His mouth went to her clit, sucking through the lace, and she keened at the sudden twist in her belly.

Her hands moved to her panties and he helped her, guiding them off her before they found their place in his back pocket.

Peeta’s mouth was immediately on her cunt, roughly kissing along her sodden labia and her hands dug into his hair, holding him in place. This was something that she had never felt before, waves of desire pulsing through her core and she tried to catch that feeling with each swipe of his tongue.

“Ride my face,” he commanded, hitching her thigh over his shoulder. “I want to taste all of you.”

Katniss let out a breath at the desperate tone in his words. She pressed her pelvis closer to him, experimentally moving back and forth along his tongue as his hands cupped her bottom.

When her clit hit his nose, she let out a hiss. “Fuck!”

He chuckled against her cunt, before pressing his tongue flat against the nerve before thrusting two fingers inside her.

The euphoria took over and Katniss moved a hand to her chest, pinching a nipple and feeling the sparks of pleasure course to her core. Her other hand remained firm on Peeta’s head as he sucked and fucked her with his tongue and fingers.

Katniss felt herself there at the edge, surprised at how quickly Peeta had gotten her there—but she let herself fall into it.

Like that afternoon, she headed right into a riptide, knowing Peeta would be her rescuer.

“Oh…fuck…” Her hips canted on her own as she crested, pushing her cunt onto his face. “…I’m coming—” Peeta’s fingers quickened as he lapped at her peak. “…yes…Peeta!”

Her body snapped and Katniss arched, crying out into the dark sky as her orgasm crashed over her body and she felt the warm release seep out her conto Peeta’s waiting mouth. He was gentle, lightly tasting her as she came down from her high.

Carefully, they fell back onto the sand, breathing harshly, as they looked up the starry heaven above them.

Katniss reached for Peeta’s hand and he entwined their fingers, squeezing her hand tenderly.

Peeta tugged until she rested her head against his chest, and she sighed contently at the feeling of solidity that being with him brought her.

“I think I found what I was looking for,” she said quietly.

His hand settled in her hair. “And what is that?”

Katniss turned; her chin pressed to his chest so she could meet his azure eyes.

“You.”

Peeta smiled, the warmth of it spreading through her body and causing a flutter in her stomach.

She didn’t know if this was love, but she was willing to stay until she knew what it was.

“Do you want to go…” Peeta’s gaze was careful, his hand moving along her hair as to not break the spell between them. “…to my place?”

Finnick would be getting his wish.

Katniss nodded, a smile playing on her lips.

“Let’s go.”

*I’d like to do another part at some point…

[wonkasmissstarshine]

The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Ch. 6

GIFs not mine. Credit go to owners.

Summary: It’s the day of the tour. Rose Bucket and Willy Wonka meet for the first time.

Tagging: @holdmeicant​ @willymywonkers​

Here they were, Rose and Charlie Bucket, standing at the front gates of Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, waiting to be let in. Rose had dressed extra special for the occasion. Under her jacket, she was wearing a black dress with a white collar. There were red roses outlined on the black of her dress. She wore a pair of flats to match. "Aren't you excited, Rosie?" Charlie asked, looking up at his sister.

Rose smiled down at him. "More than you can imagine, Charlie" She looked back the at the crowd, seeing Mr and Mrs Bucket, and Grandpa Joe, smiling at them. Mrs Mason even showed up. She  stood with the Buckets and gave a grin.

Rose looked forwards again. She then began to wonder what exactly Mr. Wonka looked like. Would he be as handsome as she pictured him to be? Would he smell as good as his chocolate?

"Daddy!" Veruca Salt whined. "I want to go in!"

Rose sighed and rolled her eyes. Mr. Salt replied to his daughter, "It's nine fifty nine, sweetheart"

"Make time go faster!" Veruca demanded. Rose had to fight the urge to scream at the child she was stuck standing next to.

"Eyes on the prize, Violet" Rose overheard Mrs Beauregard tell her daughter. Of course, they were wearing matching outfits. "Eyes on the prize"

The gates opened and a voice came from the speakers. "Please, enter!" While everyone else was in a rush to be first, Rose and Charlie took their time. "Come forward!" Everyone moved forward until they were at the factory's entrance. "Close the gates!" The gates closed. "Dear visitors, it is my great pleasure to welcome you to my humble factory. And who am I? Well.."

The doors opened revealing a red curtain. Music began playing as the curtain was pulled back to reveal singing puppets. Rose smiled and began dancing to the song. The Gloops also danced along to it while everyone just stared.

Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka

The Amazing Chocolatier

Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka

Everybody give a cheer!

He's modest, clever, and so smart,

He barely can restrain it.

With so much generosity,

There is no way to contain it

To contain it, to contain, to contain, to contain.

Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka

He's the one that you're about to meet.

Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka

He's a genius who just can't be beat.

The magician and the chocolate 'wiz

The best darn guy who ever lived

Willy Wonka here he is!

A chair rose out of the floor, but it was empty. The pyrotechnics from the musical number caused the puppets to start melting. Everyone just stood in complete silence until someone started clapping and laughing. Everyone looked at the man who was now standing by Mr. Salt.

"Wasn't that just magnificent?" the man asked. Rose couldn't help but smile. She knew that this had to be Willy Wonka. "I was worried it was getting a little dodgy in the middle part, but then that finale. Wow!"

The man walked up the steps and turned to stare at everyone. "Who are you?" Violet asked.

"He's Willy Wonka" Rose said, in an almost dreamy tone. Sure, she pictured him to be handsome, but he was more beautiful than she could have imagined. And she already loved his quirky personality.

"Really?" Charlie asked, a smile on his face.

"Good morning, starshine! The earth says hello!" Willy greeted. Everyone stared at him like he was nuts, but Rose giggled, obviously amused by the man. Willy looked at her, and smiled a little bit. He was glad someone liked his greeting. He reached into his jacket and pulled out some cards. "Dear guests, greetings! Welcome to the factory. I shake you warmly by the hand" He extended his hand out for someone to shake it, but no one was stepping forward. That is, until Rose did. She could tell that he wasn't used to social interaction, so she wanted to be polite and try to make the situation a bit more comfortable for him.

She grabbed his hand and shook it, flashing him a smile. "It's very nice to meet you!" She whispered to him, before stepping back to stand beside Charlie again.

Willy just simply stared at her. He was already taken away with her. Not only was she the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen before, but she was kind and there was this warmth he felt when his gloved hand touched hers. He glanced back down at his cards when he felt he had been staring too long. "My name is Willy Wonka!"

Veruca pointed at the chair. "Then shouldn't you be up there?"

"Well, I couldn't very well watch the show from up there, now could I little girl?" This made Rose giggle yet again. Her angelic laugh was like music to Willy's ears. He couldn't help but smile at her again.

Charlie was quick to notice the silent interaction between his sister and the chocolatier. He may have been young, but he wasn't blind to notice when two people were already in love.

"Let's get a move on, kids!" Willy urged. Everyone followed him into the factory.

"Don't you want to know our names?" Augustus asked.

"Can't imagine how it would matter" Willy replied. "Come quickly. Far too much to see" He led everyone to a long room with a long red carpet, pale grey walls and bright lights. "Just drop your coats anywhere" Willy shed his coat, dropping it on the ground, and he took off his sunglasses as well, dropping them on top of his coat.

Rose gasped quietly when she saw his eyes. She had never seen violet eyes before. She had a better look at him now that they were under some light. His skin was so pale, due to the lack of sunlight from living in the factory for so long, and not one strand of his chocolate brown hair was out of place.

Everyone else opted to hang their coats on the posts of the velvet rope that was in the room. Rose glanced over at Willy to see him staring at her again. She blushed and looked down at the ground.

"Mr. Wonka, sure is toasty in here" Mr. Teavee commented.

"What?" Willy said, breaking out of his stare. "Oh, yeah. I have to keep it warm in here because my workers are used to an extremely hot climate. They just can't stand the cold" He explained.

"Who are the workers?" Charlie asked curiously.

"All in good time" Willy told him. He began leading the way down the hall. "Now..." Suddenly, Violet hugged him causing Willy to gasp.

"Mr. Wonka, I'm Violet Beauregard!" The girl smiled at him as she obnoxiously chewed on her gum. Rose rolled her eyes. It was going to be a long day with Violet's gum smacking.

"Oh" Willy glanced down at the girl and then muttered, "I don't care"

"Well, you should care, because I'm the girl that's gonna win the special prize at the end" Violet said with overconfident grin on her face.

"Well, you do seem confident and confidence is key" Willy said. Violet grinned up at her mother. Mrs. Beauregard gave an approving nod.

Willy gasped yet again when Veruca stepped in front of him. She had a big smile on her face. "I'm Veruca Salt. It's very nice to meet you, sir" She then curtsied.

"I always thought a verruca was a type of wart you got on the bottom of your foot. Haha!" Veruca glared at Willy, but Rose giggled again. Willy smiled at the sound. But that smile was quickly gone when Augustus stepped between him and Veruca.

"I'm Augustus Gloop" The gluttonous boy introduced himself, before taking a bite of the chocolate bar he had with him. "I love your chocolate!"

Willy eyed the boy up and down. "I can see that! So do I. I never expected to have so much in common" Before he took another step forward, he turned around and looked at Mike. "You. You're Mike Teavee. You're the little devil who broke the system" Then he looked at Charlie, but a genuine smile seemed to appear on Willy's face. "And you, you're just lucky to be here, aren't you?" He looked up at everyone else. "And the rest of you must be their p...p..."

Willy was struggling to say the word. To Rose, it looked like he was going to vomit trying to say it. "Parents" Mr. Salt finished for him.

"Yeah! Moms and dads!" Willy smiled but it quickly dropped when he looked off into space and muttered, "Dad? Papa?"

"Actually," Rose's voice pulled Willy back into reality. "I'm Charlie's older sister, Rose"

"Rose" Willy quietly repeated her name, a smile forming as the word left his lips. "Like the flower"

"Exactly" Rose nodded.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment. Everyone stared awkwardly at them, except for Charlie and Mrs. Beauregard. Charlie smiled at them, looking between the two. Mrs. Beauregard kept a jealous glare on Rose.

"Shall we?" Willy said, addressing everyone though his eyes were kept on Rose. He finally peeled his eyes away from her to lead everyone down the hall.

"Is it just me or does Wonka seem a few quarters short of a buck?" Mr Teavee had asked Mr. Salt.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak American" Mr. Salt replied.

Augustus walked up to Charlie. Rose watched the two of them carefully. Maybe the Gloop boy wouldn't be as bad as she thought. Maybe Charlie would make a friend with him. "Would you like some chocolate?" Augustus asked Charlie.

"Sure" Charlie nodded.

"Then you should have brought some!" Augustus teased before taking a bite out of the chocolate. Rose glared daggers at the boy.

Violet and Veruca looked at each other. "Let's be friends!" Veruca suggested, with an obviously fake smile.

"Best friends!" Violet said, the same smile plastered on her face. The two girls linked arms and their smiles quickly dropped.

Charlie grabbed Rose's hand and gently pulled on it. "Yes, Charlie?" She asked her curious brother.

"I think Mr. Wonka likes you" Charlie concluded.

A deep blush appeared on Rose's cheeks. "Charlie, he just met me. He couldn't possibly like me already"

"But he keeps staring at you and smiling at you" The next words that came out of Charlie's words surprised Rose to say the least. "Do you believe at love at first sight?"

"Of course I do, Charlie, but I also believe you should get to know the person before you decide to spend the rest of your life with them. That way you're sure that you absolutely do love them" When Rose said that last part, a train of guilt passed right through her. She stopped walking and stared off into space, much like Willy had done moments earlier.

"Rosie, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Charlie" Rose assured him when she was back into reality. "Let's just enjoy our day, alright?" She ran a hand through his hair. They finally reached the end of the hallway.

"An important room this," Willy explained. Rose noted something odd about the door. It was so small that a mouse was the only thing that could get through it. "After all, it is a chocolate factory"

"Then why is the door so small?" Mike questioned.

"It's to keep all the great big chocolatey flavour inside!" Willy answered him, and then laughed. He crouched down to unlock the door with his key. He then stood back up and pushed the bigger door open with the palm of his hand.

The view that appeared before Rose was only the kind of thing you'd see in your dreams. But here it was in front of her.

[thepancakedetective]

The Phantom Thieves and the Seven Deadly Sins

Synopsis: In a world without personas, a group of justice hungry teens seek to deliver justice under the guise of the renowned Phantom Thieves. Goro Akechi is an up and coming Ace Detective assigned to capture the vigilantes. Would you betray your love for Justice? Akira would.  

Akira held Goro close to him as the other slept soundly against his chest. It was close to 3 a.m. and Akira was nowhere close to falling asleep. Up until an hour ago, he had been consoling a seemingly inconsolable brunet. Goro had been shamefully taken off the task force which was responsible for catching the Phantom Thieves. And it was all Akira’s fault. Not that the red rimmed, tear stricken, detective in his arms knew. 

About a few weeks ago, a starry eyed Goro had detailed his grand scheme to corner and capture the Phantom Thieves once and for all. Apparently, he had deduced, with surprising clarity, their next heist location—The Casino of Envy. With a grand gesture and a smirk upon his lips, he had explained it was evident that their modus operandi was heavily inspired by the seven cardinal sins. He detailed how their first target, Kamoshida was Lust. The subsequent targets: Madarame, Kaneshiro, and Okumura respectively represented Pride, Greed, and Gluttony. Given that there were three vices left (Sloth, Envy, and Wrath) it was some wonder, with a 33% probability, that Goro not only guessed the vice correctly, but the location as well. It was moments like this where Akira found himself dangerously teetering between deep respect and something more towards the Ace Detective. 

Yet Goro had no idea that there were only two vices left—Envy and Wrath. The Thieves had already “stolen” Sloth from Futaba when they had broken through to her that she was not responsible for her mother’s death. Instead, the murderer was their final target—Masayoshi Shido. Who coincidentally was also the father of his sleeping companion. Akira had a hard time naming what they were to each other at this point. Friends normally wouldn’t be fast asleep on his chest. Akira liked to think their relationship was ambiguous. It made the guilt he felt a little easier to bear. Especially when Goro had lost his job because of him. 

To be honest, the casino raid was clever, complex, and nearly foolproof. Except Goro no longer held the upper hand because he had unknowingly unveiled his plan to the leader of the Phantom Thieves.

It felt thoroughly wrong to convey Goro’s plan to his team, especially after seeing the excited dreamy look in Goro’s eyes while he spoke. But his team couldn’t afford to back down yet. Especially since Masayoshi Shido was nearly in their grasp. So they foiled Goro’s plan and slipped out of his hands once again. Except this time, the police department was through with his failures and appointed Sae Niijima to lead the case instead. Goro was relieved of his position as there were concerns that he had been leaking information out to the Phantom Thieves. Which unfortunately, he was. 

Akira sometimes wondered how Goro would react to this. Finding out that the man he had been seeing for the past couple of months was just using him. Of course, it didn’t start out this way. The two had met long before each were respectively involved with the Phantom Thieves. Yet the beginnings did not justify the ends and their present situation had evolved from willful negligence on Akira’s part. Neglecting to listen to the small voice in his head screaming how wrong it was to string along this intelligently sweet little mess of a human being. Who was already dealing with one manipulative relationship and had fallen into a new one with him. 

Sometimes that thought broke Akira.

Other times it fueled his resolve to take down Goro’s manipulative, son of a bitch, father. Even if it meant sacrificing the trust they built over the past months. 

Akira laid wide awake on his crate supported mattress with the soft weight peacefully resting against his chest. Akira knew he would not be able to sleep until he made a decision. He was to either tell Goro the whole truth about himself and the Phantom Thieves or forever hold his peace until his dying breath.

The latter was tempting. But Goro deserved better. 

Akira traced the line of Goro’s jaw with his fingers. He rested his palm against the fullness of his cheek and held his face gingerly with a shaky hand. Goro was so damn beautiful. He had a mind as sharp as the tip of a sword and a tongue which could ensnare unsuspecting foes. His eyes always seemed to dance with fire light whenever he talked about Featherman R. His wavy brown hair was as stubborn and unruly as their owner when it came to admitting they were wrong. There were so many wonderful quirks that when pieced together made Goro Akechi. And Akira...loved each one of them. 

Goro stirred in his sleep.

“Akira?,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Yes?,” Akira replied with a warm smile.

“Go to sleep,” he breathed.

“Sorry, I was just distracted by how much I love you,” Akira whispered. 

Goro’s next words were nearly undecipherable. But Akira made out the last few.

“Luv you too,” Goro slurred.

A painful feeling tightened in Akira’s throat. 

“Would you still love me if you knew what I did?” he asked as his voice broke.

A silence which was punctuated only by the soft inhales and exhales of the brunet overtook the otherwise cold room. 

Akira let out a soft chuckle.

“Of course not,” he smiled wryly. 

After a few moments, Akira found himself pulled into a painful hug.

“I would,” Goro said lucidly.

Akira’s eyes widen as he flinched. Was he awake? A cold sinking feeling overtook the pit of his stomach. Akira’s breath unconsciously gathered speed. After a few moments of silence, a voice broke.

“Akira, I knew.” Goro’s voice wavered softly.  

Akira lips quirked into a frown.

“For how long?” was all he could manage without his voice breaking.

“Only after the casino heist,” he mumbled. Akira could tell it was taking all of Goro’s being to remain calm.

He continued. “There was one part of my plan that I didn’t mention to anyone but you. I had briefly mentioned the use of some sort of gassing agent to knock you all out. But, that was a test. I’ve had my suspicions for a while. They were confirmed when I saw you and your team wearing modified gas masks. It was clever how those masks seemed to blend in with your natural outfits. They must have been custom made.”

Akira closed his eyes. “Yes, they were crafted by our artist.”

Goro hummed non committedly. “One of your known associates. Likely a pupil of Madarame.”

Akira laughed humorlessly. Of course, he figured that out too. 

Goro turned to face Akira straight in the eyes. His eyes are tired and defeated.

“What I can’t figure out is why. Why Akira? I’m so tired of being used. If you needed my help, why didn’t you just ask for it? I know you Akira. You wouldn’t go this far if it weren’t for a worthy cause. I just wished you trusted me enough to tell me that straight to my face rather than going behind my back. It hurt. A lot. But here I am still lying here in your arms. Because I’d like to hope that our relationship meant something to you. Does it Akira?” 

Akira bit his lip. “It does Goro. More than I could ever admit.”

Goro pushed himself off Akira’s chest.

“So do me a favor and start proving it,” Goro glared pointedly. 

Akira sighed and sat up.

“You deserve the truth. I’ll start from the beginning. It’s a long story.”

Goro scoffed. “For the amount of time you’ve kept me in the dark and made a fool of myself, it better be hundreds of pages long.”

Akira smiled at his retort besides his better judgement. “Okay well, it all started with a man in a top hat in the middle of a busy Shibuya crosswalk...”

Akira spent the rest of the remaining twilight retelling his story into the budding hours prior to sunrise. Finally, the scales of justice had been adjusted, and Akira found himself falling into the welcoming arms of sleep. The arms of Goro Akechi, who despite the fresh pain of betrayal held him close. Akira did not deserve his compassion, he thought to himself bitterly. Yet after a while of silent rumination, Goro surmised if the tables were turned, he would have done the same. Much to his frustration. So, he forgave Akira. 

If he was to be hurt, at least it was a small price to pay to hammer the last nail in Shido’s corrupt political career. The man who not only murdered Futaba’s mother. But also, his own mother by destroying her career and mental wellbeing.

Shido would pay for his crimes. And this time, Goro would be there, side by side with Akira and the Phantom Thieves, to deliver their Wrath. 

[jjba-arni-reblog]

If requests are open; the Jojos and or jobros with an s/o that brings them handmade gifts? (Scenarios possibly, I was inspired by the Rohan one.)

[We decided to settle on 3 people with the requester instead. This was honestly both exhausting and emotional to write a bit haha. I hope you’ll like it!~~~]

Jonathan, Dio and Speedwagon with an s/o that brings them handmade gifts

Jonathan

You wanted to surprise Jonathan with something cute and handmade. Knowing his love for sweets, you decided to bake him chocolate cupcakes. Jojo was embarrassed to admit his love for sweets, especially chocolate, but you quickly reassured him, saying it is cute and there is nothing to be ashamed of.

So, you spend half a day baking, being careful with measurements, as you didn’t want to mess up, even with Jonathan being supportive and happy pretty much over any gesture. Still, you want only the best for your beloved. You asked to meet Jonathan in the evening, meaning that you’ll have the whole day to try and make and best cupcakes for him. After couple of attempts with some changes in the recipe, you were satisfied with them. You carefully put them into a dark blue box decorated with cold ornaments, then wrapping the box with a gold ribbon. You were right on time, as the evening approached. Getting dressed, you gently took the box, trying not to stir it too much.

As you saw Jonathan from the distance, you hid the box behind your back, to surprise him.

“Hey, Jojo” you greeted

“Hello, darling” Jonathan said with a smile, quickly kissing your cheek “So, why did you want to meet?”

“Can I not meet my handsome and strong boyfriend without a reason?~ ” you teased the man, seeing his cheeks redden after your remark.

“Why, of course not” Jonathan answered, trying to keep his cool.

“I have something for you” you said shyly, hoping he would like your present.

“Oh, what is it?” he eyed you curiously.

“Here. I made these for you” you handed him the box.

“You didn’t have to, really” Jojo blushed, not used to such nice gestures “Can I open it now? If you don’t mind”

“Of course.”

Carefully opening the box, Jonathan’s face lit up. Looking back at you he enthusiastically asked “You made them for me? Really?” You nodded. He couldn’t believe it, such effort and work put into baking… and just for him? His face was shining with adoration and gratitude.

“Can I try one right now?” he eagerly asked.

“Yes, Jojo” you answered, chuckling at his excitement.

Biting off a small piece, Jonathan let a happy sigh, savouring the sweet chocolate taste. After finishing the whole cupcake, he quickly hugged you, wrapping an arm around your waste, while the other one was still holding the box

“Thank you so much, the taste is amazing! I love your present so much, you truly didn’t have to. You are too good for me, dear” he said sweetly, looking down at you. You smiled

“I am glad you liked them. And Jojo, you deserve everything in life, don’t doubt yourself. I treasure and love you greatly” you replied, putting a hand on his cheek.

Unable to hold his feelings and happiness any longer, Jonathan swiftly kissed you, putting all his love into the kiss and tightening his hold around you. As you two separated, he continued to look at you with dreamy eyes

“The cupcakes might be sweet, but you are truly the sweetest thing, my darling” Jonathan kissed your cheek.

Dio

Dio is a complicated man, he isn’t the most affectionate and open person, so you didn’t expect him to even appreciate any gift that wasn’t high class or elegant enough for his standards. But still, you decided to make something for him, regardless if he would take it or not. At least he would see the sign of your affection towards him. With that you settled on knitting him a scarf. A red one to be exact, since you thought it kind of reflected his personality: fierce, ambitious, strong, dominant. The man of power and success.

Knitting the scarf and hiding such fact from Dio was difficult. He noticed that your study sessions with him became shorter, as you excused yourself explaining that you had plans and chores to attend to. This resulted in Dio speculating about your whereabouts and true reasons for disappearing. However, soon he would be reassured.

You had asked to meet him near the lake, not providing the reasoning behind it. This only confused the man further. Arriving to the lake, he was met by your standing form with your arms behind your back.

“So what’s the issue?” he asked straight without greeting you. Typical Brando.

“I have something for you” you decided to play it straight too, without worrying to much about being shy.

“Ho?~ Let us see~” Dio said, acting all cocky and flattered.

You brought your hands from behind your back, showing your present (now tied with a yellow ribbon) to Dio, extending your arms for him to take it…or refuse.

“I made it myself since it’ll soon be colder, and I don’t want you to get sick” you explained.

“Hm, as if I, Dio, will be afraid of a temperature change. You made it yourself, you say? What a generous act, I am quite honored” he said somewhat cockily. The gesture clearly has boosted his ego.

“Well, you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to. I just want you to have this small gift as a sign of my appreciation. I hope you’ll like it… or rather find it acceptable” you answered, carefully choosing your words.

“Well, I’ll accept it” he simply said, taking the scarf from your hands, but not putting it on.

‘Oh well, at least he took it. It is something already’ you thought. You didn’t expect him to wear it or tell anyone about your gift really, so knowing he at least deemed it acceptable made you happy.

~ ~ ~

“Ah, Dio, can I borrow your scarf? I can’t find mine” Jonathan asked, holding a red scarf in his hands.

Looking up and seeing the scarf Jojo took, Dio quickly answered, harsh as usual

“Absolutely not. Don’t put your filthy hands on it” he quickly came up to Jonathan and snatched the scarf from him

“God, you don’t have to get so worked up, Dio, it’s only a scarf” Jojo said, backing away confused.

“Perhaps” Dio answered, but he still didn’t let Jojo or anyone else take it.

Perhaps it was a simple scarf, who knows? But the red cloth was only worthy to warm and wrap around Dio Brando’s neck. His favorite one, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.

Speedwagon

Robert wasn’t the most confident person, usually trying to refuse any gifts, whether expensive or not, with the reason of him being not worthy of such generous things. However, you thought differently. Whenever he saw ugliness, you saw beauty. He saw a disgrace to the humankind, you saw a noble gentleman. Such contrast played on the feelings of Speedwagon, making him question his worth and your presence in his life. So, with that in mind you decided to show him that he is worthy of affection and companionship.

You were painting a portray of him, capturing his strong features. His blonde hair that you loved to run your hands through and that swirled beautifully in the air. He would always try to hide it away with his hat, but you didn’t mind, he was charming either way. His deep brown eyes that make you melt under their gaze. Robert keeps on saying that they are boring and plain, but to you they look warm and welcoming, especially when they gaze at you with such love and adoration. His scar, the symbol of courage and struggles he overcame. He worries about you thinking less of him because of the scar, but you don’t. It’s a sign of a strong soul and bright future. That is what you saw in him. And you tried your best to portray that on your canvas.

After finishing your work, you carefully wrapped it in a black cloth decorated with a gold pattern. With that, you asked Robert to come to your place. After greeting you with a kiss, he took off his coat, hanging it in the drawer, then reluctantly taking off his precious hat. Coming to the living room, he noticed your shy look as you sat on the couch. Raising an eyebrow in question, he sat next to you, taking your hand in his.

“Darling, is something the matter? You seem a bit..stiff” he was unsure what to say.

“Ah, well… I kinda… made you something” you confessed, looking away.

“Made me something? You didn’t ha-” he said confused a bit but trying to refuse it already.

“No! Listen, I won’t take no for an answer, Robert, I wanted to make something for you for a long time. And I tried my best, so please…at least look at it” came an answer back, somewhat saddened by his attempt to decline.

“Alright, dear” he finally agreed.

You stood up, going to another room to retrieve your present. As you sat back down, you gave him the wrapped gift.

“Hmm, you got me intrigued now, darling” Robert said now interested in your present.

Taking off the cloth, his eyes widened, looking at the piece of art before him. As if he was looking in the mirror, he took in his own features, noticing all the details and colours in the work. He was astonished by our talent and especially your portrayal of him. Is this how you see him? Is this how your eyes view him as you stare at him with a loving gaze? He didn’t know what to say, the realization struck him at once. That’s what you meant by all these nice comments about him, how you saw him differently, not as a dangerous criminal or a filthy rat not worthy of anyone’s attention, No, THIS is how you saw him, a noble man, a healed individual, a strong-willed person.

He didn’t say anything, silently putting the work away. He could see your worried look as you saw him turn to meet your eyes with his watery ones. Without a word, he pulled you in a tight hug burying his head into your neck. Multiple ‘thank you’s were exchanged that day and so did ‘I love you’s. Any other words weren’t a necessity that evening, just the warmth of bodies was enough to show one another the deepest feelings. That day, something changed, for that day Robert is thankful.

[qhostqizmo]

Welcome home

tfw u love your wife so gd much

“Easy, Maestro,” Amon grunted, giving the horse’s reins a tug to slow the beast. The equine tossed their mane and snorted in response; almost a sass. He blew a playful trill past his lips to answer the animal. A whinny here, a prance there, and they rounded the corner of the gate with hooves trotting to a steady stop for the nobleman to toss his leg over and drop off. Honestly, the mount had better comebacks than many of the adversaries he’d fought over the years.

The Illiad heir wore a grin as he tugged his cloak back into place, the wrap of fur on the base sweeping against the ground. Taking the reins once more with a gloved hand, he gave a click of his tongue to encourage Maestro to follow towards the stable. His lungs filled with the air of home; of the woods and damp stone and grass. Flowerbeds in front of the estate were in bloom for the season, waving in the light breeze to display flashes of color. They added a hint of sweetness with their subtle fragrance traveling in the wind.

It was just another ordinary day.

Amon retrieved a few satchels from the saddlebags, and handed off the bridle strap to the first stable lad who came out to greet him. He settled his gaze upon his home; brick-layered with an intimidating dark roof. The window-boxes filled with flora took away from what otherwise would be a dismal appearance, and many of the windows themselves were open to allow the breeze inside. It was warm, the sun was shining, and the curtains were swaying ever so gently as the day entered in the house.

He shouldered his sacks, and headed for the imposing heavy oak doors.

They opened with barely a squeak; recently cleaned and oiled. The nobleman settled his things on the carpet carefully, and went to latch the door behind him.

Three… two… one…

“Welcome home, beloved!”

His heart fluttered. He could count the seconds to her greetings down to the breath. She was always on time; predictably so. Some would call the routine boring, but he could never get enough of it.

Amon turned towards the warmest greeting he’d ever known. Like clockwork, his Lady Essätha beamed at him; bright eyes of sunlight and a dazzling gleam of a smile. She lit him up on the inside as she came running towards him with the glee and giddiness one would expect of newlyweds. Yet years had passed; evidence in the white hairs that stubbornly had begun sprouting through his locks, and her beauty and warmth never stopping taking his breath away and making his heart race.

She flung herself into him and he wheezed; her frame warm and soft against him. She was almost delicate; gently curves on her waist echoing the same sort on her lips. Her arms linked around his neck, and the sorceress clung to him like he was the last man on the planet.

Even on the most brief trips such as this to the market, and this is what he came back to. Every time. He couldn’t have been gone but perhaps an hour at most.

It was still the best welcome home he’d ever had.

Animated himself, Amon gathered his wife up in his arms and squeezed until she began to squeal and laugh. What a wonderful, enchanting sound. Her arms clung to him and held tight as he buried his face into the curls of her black hair, inhaling the aroma of peony and orange blossom caught in her ringlets from her wash soap. Her giggles began to accelerate as he brushed his nose along her her temple and down to her neck, his breathing tickling her skin and sending a flurry of goosebumps down her bare shoulders. The off-the-shoulder top she wore had its advantages; unfortunately its shape hid the true shape of her figure with its ruffles, but her exposed warm brown skin was thrilling.

He kissed a speckling of scales on shoulder, admiring the way she shivered against him.

“I missed you,” Essie chimed sweetly, prying herself away from him. She grinned wildly, and he grinned broadly and helplessly back. Gods, her smile was so radiant he felt weak in the knees.

“I was only gone for a moment,” he teased her.

She puckered out her lower lip. “I still missed you,” the Lady of the manor protested stubbornly.

“I missed you more, darling.”

“You insult me. I came racing to see you m’lord Amon; I would argue that I missed you more.”

The nobleman chuckled, letting go of her waist to cradle her face in his hands. She sighed a dreamy little sigh, and nuzzled herself in his rough hands comfortably. Half-lid butterscotch golden eyes, full lips curled up, patches of scales beneath his fingertips, and waves of dark hair trapped beneath his palms.

He had never seen a more perfect vision, and yet she grew more and more fond and divine in his eyes and heart each and every day.

“I don’t like to argue with you Essie, you know this,” he remarked through a grin, “can we agree that we missed each other equally instead?”

“Let me think on it,” she hummed, sliding her arms from around him to comb through his shaggy mane.

“Think on it?” his echoed, his brow knitting with confusion.

“Yes. I need to think if I should punish you for offending my heart.”

“My dear, my heart, my love, my beautiful Lady Essätha Illiad; whatever can I do to undo the unjust I have caused you?”

She cooed, running her thumb against his pouty lower lip with a smile. “Stop, you know that’s not fair.”

“What is?” he whined, playing ignorant.

“Fine, you are forgiven. Now stop looking so sulky, it hurts my soul to see you so.”

Leaning forward, she kissed the bridge of his nose. She turned to kiss both of his cheeks then, as they rose with the grin that split across his expression and made his face ache. He pulled her urgently closer, his hands tightening by fractions on her features. Essätha gave a short gasp before he kissed her lips.

He kissed her, slow and endearing. His whiskers scraped against her skin. Her mouth was soft; slanting, eager for more.

Amon pulled away before he’d find himself carried away in the moment.

“Thank you for pitying a foolish man.”

“Amon.”

“I meant you no offense, madame Illiad.”

“I can not scold you long; not even teasingly, you doof,” she sighed, kissing the tip of his nose. “I love you too much.”

His gaze softened. “It is the greatest gift I’ve ever been honored with,” he murmured, kissing her brow. “I love you too.”

“Mmm, keep talking mister smooth,” the sorceress sang. She let go of his face, and bent down to retrieve one of his bags. “Here, let me help you with these.”

“Allow me to carry the heavier ones, please,” the nobleman insisted, grabbing the straps of the other bags to sling over his shoulder before she could snag them.

“Afraid my noodly-arms will fall off?”

“No; I just prefer to remember my manners. A gentleman should always be swift to assist a lady.”

“Will you get the door for me into the dining room too then?” she whispered playfully, stroking his sideburns and cradling the side of his face.

Amon leaned into her touch naturally, turning to kiss her wrist. His eyes burned fiercely into hers. “Yes.”

Her expression changed to one bordering sympathy. “You know you don’t have to m’lord.”

“I want to,” he replied with profound honesty.

She tilted her head at him, a half-smile on her lips. Looking into her eyes triggered a memory; how could he be so forgetful? Pulling his cloak aside, he opened up his jerkin to pull out the maximilian sunflower he had carefully tucked into his coat pocket. The yellow flower’s petals were a bit crushed and bruised from the previous hug, but was still intact.

Carefully, the nobleman tucked the steam through her mess of ebony hair and around the curve of her ear.

Eyelashes fluttering, she turned a shy glance back up towards him, a romantic glow of pink burning its way across her cheeks. His insides felt like they melted into a puddle.

Sliding his pointer finger beneath her chin, he tilted her head back to brush his lips against hers once more. She trembled beneath the whisper of contact, her mouth falling open and her eyes slowly drifting close.

He could deny himself no more, and her even less. Tilting his head to mirror hers, he stole her breath as she so often did his. They arose from that kiss both wide-eyed and panting for oxygen.

“Wow,” Essie breathed, patting his chest. The way her eyes traveled over him; the way her teeth sank into her lower lip, instantly made his blood run hot.

Clearing his throat, Amon stepped to her side to wrap an arm around her waist. “Shall we, Mrs. Illiad?”

Her rosy blush was more red than pink now, and had spread down her throat as she swallowed. Essätha leaned into him, trusting her weight against his side. “Only after we’ve put produce away,” she answered mysteriously, stroking a hand beneath his chin.

His eyes turned into mere slits of cat-like pleasure. Her touch was heaven, and he found himself unable to take his eyes off her. Naturally, she was the beacon of light that guided him home.

His heartbeat quickened as her gaze dropped over him down to his trousers, and she raised an eyebrow with a cheeky smile. Well, he hadn’t exactly made the effort to hide his reaction to their kiss.

Essätha rested her cheek against the mantle upon his shoulder and sighed, nuzzling herself there as they took a stroll through the manor, heading for the dining hall.

And he still couldn’t stop looking down at her. An ache in his chest that there were no words to explain. He loved her. He loved her so much, his very being sought her. He was pulled to her like gravity. His longing to see her; to touch her, to hold her was more boundless than the sky was endless.

He tilted his head slowly to rest atop hers, breathing in the perfume lingering in her hair again.

There was nothing ordinary about today, or yesterday, or tomorrow. Nothing every felt mundane or plain or simple. So long as Essätha Meduza Illiad was with him, every day was as outstanding and captivating as she was, and he was going to soak in every second of it.

Essie let out a squeak, jumping as his hand traveled to innocent grope from her lower back to her rear.

And he certainly couldn’t wait to immerse himself in today’s adventures with her.

[aegor-bamfsteel]

Hi Bamfsteel! Is there any actress/actors you would fancast as members of Blackfyre family? I think young Keri Russell will make a splendid Daena Targaryen, she has heart shaped face and curly blonde hair!

Hi, friendly anon! I’m actually not very good with fancasts because I don’t watch a lot of TV/movies. I mean, I’ve jokingly suggested that Dolph Lundgren should play Daemon Blackfyre, because he’s the only actor I know that is blonde and notoriously shredded. I only know about Keri Russell from her recent Star Wars role, but I agree she would be a better Daena than some other choices, as she could do her physical stunts (Daena was a rider and archer).

However, GRRM actually told his artist Amoka that in drawing some of his characters, to have an actor in a specific role in mind. Considering he was born in the 40s, these movies tend to be “older” even in black and white; some examples include: Ashara Dayne resembles Elizabeth Taylor’s Cleopatra in the 1963 film Cleopatra, Alysanne Targaryen looks like Katharine Hepburn’s Eleanor of Aquitaine from the 1968 film The Lion in Winter, and Brynden Rivers’ high cheekbones, long face, and pale hair are inspired by Max von Sydow’s appearance as Sir Antonius Block from the 1957 film The Seventh Seal.  von Sydow would later play the 3-eyed Raven (Brynden as a semi-immortal greenseer) in GOT, which I’m sure GRRM loved.

I’m going to take a leaf out of GRRM’s book and do my best to fancast from some of my favorite old movies:

Laurence Olivier from 1939 Wuthering Heights as Aegor Rivers (and not just because Aegor is my most personally relatable character in the era and Sir O is one of my favorite actors). Young!Olivier has Rivers’ black hair and tall lithe figure (as shown when he stands next to Merle Oberon), but more importantly, he’s famous for playing Shakespearean characters and Byronic villains. In the film, his anger as Heathcliff is characterized not by snarling or shouting, but by terrifying, deliberate stillness with moments of violence. At the same time, he can play the part of the man in love (the .gif is him looking at Cathy), and the naive dreamer. So I feel like he’s perfect for portraying those contradictions I see in Aegor.

Britt Ekland from 1973′s The Wicker Man as Shiera Seastar. A notorious sex symbol of her day, Ekland here plays Willow, “the fairest woman on the island” of the pagan Scottish Summerisle. She’s best known for the scene where she dances naked to tempt the chaste hero Sergeant Howie (she has a touch of moral ambiguity here since Howie ‘giving in’ would’ve made him an unfit sacrifice for the cult); the scene is shot in a deliberately ethereal way to imply that she has magical powers. She has a slow smile and mischievous eyes I can imagine on Shiera.

Katharine Hepburn in 1940′s The Philadelphia Story for Daena Targaryen. If according to GRRM older!Hepburn is Alysanne for her wit. elegance, and haunted past, then I feel younger!Hepburn is Daena for her independent spirit, refusal to be tied down, athleticism, and rebelliousness. Despite her sometimes thoughtless and egotistical nature, her character has a strong sense of duty and familial love, and does end up maturing over the course of the plot. (Also, I can imagine Daena in a white nightgown breaking Baelor’s golf clubs in front of him)

It is very important that Rohanne have a Lebanese actress as a fancast, but I couldn’t find a .gif of Majida El Roumi, who is a singer but has acted in a movie (1976 The Prodigal Son Returns). (really I imagine Rohanne as my 2nd grade teacher but that doesn’t really work for faceclaims!) Her family is originally from Tyre, the inspiration for Tyrosh. I feel her round face and motherly, warm eyes are good for showing Rohanne’s softer side. Her black, curly hair was really my only 'must’ for a Rohanne fancast, but I figure Rohanne could have washed out the dye, cut it short and tried to straighten it as an attempt to assimilate into Westerosi culture.

Simonetta Stefanelli in 1972′s The Godfather Part I as young Calla Blackfyre is really the only strong fancast I have for any of the Blackfyre children. I imagine since Rohanne is Fantasy Lebanese and Daemon is Fantasy North Italian, at least some of their children might appear to be a mixture of the two, so here is an Italian actress. I headcanon Calla taking more after her mother in looks (my facial recognition is bad, but she has a similar round face, hair, and smile to Majida?) and having large, intense dark brown eyes that can make her appear sweet and innocent (she gets those dreamy eyes and fuller lips from her father). She’s mostly very serious and is shy with her smiles, but she is intelligent and dislikes when people act like they know better about her future than she does. Despite her character’s tragic status, she’s by no means a fatalist.

These are all of the fancasts I can think of right now without sounding like a complete idiot (my brain is telling me notorious pretty-boy Rudolph Valentino is a Blackfyre but I have no idea who). I’m not convinced it’s possible to fancast Daemon I Blackfyre convincingly (he has to be ‘unearthly beautiful’, shredded, long silvery-haired, have women drawn to him, be an amazing knight/military commander/loving husband, but also clever and manipulative) because his canon portrayals are so contradictory (Sworn Sword versus Twoiaf) it’s difficult to think of an actor who is associated with a role similar to his (...Clark Gable and Mutiny on the Bounty?). I welcome any criticism as, like I said, I don’t have a lot of experience with fancasts or newer films in general.

[k-renne]

A VERY MERRY CLYDE CHRISTMAS

SUMMARY: Clyde is alone on Christmas Eve, reminiscing about the love he lost and what could’ve been. How great it would’ve been, but maybe this year luck is on his side

WARNING: smut, enough clyde angst to make Dani yell

tags: @oh-adam, @dreamboatdriver, @thecurlycaptain, @thepilotanon, @cas-backwards-tie, @adamsnackdriver

It was Christmas Eve and the bar was empty, leaving Clyde alone to his thoughts. He should’ve listened to Earl and closed the bar, he had been wiping the same spot of counter for the last five minutes trying to keep himself busy. If he knew it would’ve been this slow he would’ve brought a book. But, it wasn’t like he had any other place to be. Jimmy was on some fancy date with Sylvia and Mellie out with her new boyfriend. Clyde, single as ever, was left to his bar. The question was, just how had he let it get to this point?

Sure, his heart was broken from a girl years ago-but that was his fault anyways and he should’ve gotten over that by now. Still, his heart could never really let go. It was one thing he knew about himself, just like the curse when he got an idea of something in his mind, Clyde couldn’t let it go. Just like you.

Being alone on Christmas Eve made a man think, especially about all his regrets. Clyde thought especially of you, the girl one day he thought he was gonna marry. God you were so beautiful, even just in high school he was starstruck by you. He was your best friend, and he was in love.

It didn’t help that last minute your date for senior prom ditched you for another girl, and that you didn’t go and hung out with Clyde instead. He remembers that night so vividly, taking the truck out with a blanket and some beers he smuggled, listening to the radio and looking up at the stars with you.

“Ya know Clyde, I think you’re the only boy I’ll ever need.” You tell him.

He couldn’t believe some of the words that came out of your mouth that night, thankful for the night sky to hide his blush. And, how speechless he was by you. How your words made him feel bold enough to grab your hand in his. He almost said I love you that night, in so many different moments. But he bit his tongue, and he regrets it. He still feels those words in his mouth, sometimes it makes each swallow hurt. Knowing you were still out there, never hearing how he truly felt about you.

It went even further than hand holding that night, when you told him you wanted to lose your virginity prom night and though at that point you still considered Clyde a friend, you told Clyde, “I’d rather lose it with my best friend, than a complete stranger.”

He would’ve been insane to say no to that, and though his first time was awkward and embarrassing, with you it was beautiful. The stars reflecting in your eyes, moon making your skin glow like an angel. Wrapping you up in the blankets he brought, your head laying right next to his on some pillows. It was all so...poetic, like the love stories he’d hide from Jimmy, that it still made Clyde teary eyed to this day.

Clyde blinked back tears and sniffled, frowning at the little wet circle that landed on the bar counter. Damn, he really was acting like a fool. Getting himself all worked up about a past love, one he knew that left Boone County and never turned back. You were probably married by now to some lucky bastard, enjoying Christmas Eve with your family while he was stuck bartending alone.

It really wasn’t what he had imagined for himself at this point. He was hoping to have a wife (that just so happened to be you) by this point, maybe a kid and a baby on the way. His own little family, but even just you would’ve made him happy enough. As painful as it would be, he missed his best friend. And if he only could call you that, it would be more than enough for Clyde Logan.

Clyde shook his head, trying to break himself out of his lonely thoughts. He decided to close the bar early tonight, go home and lose himself to a book or just go to bed early and sleep it off. Course, his plans were foiled when a car drove up. Just when he was about to turn off the lights to the sign. He sighed, hoping maybe it was just someone asking for directions.

He got back behind the counter, manning his post. He was watching the door, wondering if it’d be a stranger or a familiar face coming inside. He didn’t recognize the car.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for a Clyde Logan? I was told he works here.” You politely ask the bartender, dark locks falling over his face.

Clyde lifts his face up, surprised to hear your voice again. He can’t help but blush seeing you, all dolled up for some holiday dinner. If anything, you were even more beautiful now, looking so much more like a woman than the girl he once played in the sandbox with.

“Oh-you are Clyde,” You almost gasp, so surprised that the lanky teen you remembered was now a man. It was pretty obvious that you were checking out, but you couldn’t help but notice how much he had filled out, your eyes softening at the prosthetic...Jimmy had warned you about that. Still, he looked so good, with his scruff and long hair, shoulders broad and strong. It made you bite your lip, worse you could feel him looking at you too and it made you feel warm inside. A part of you was worried about what he’d think of how much you had changed, as he still had such a look of surprise on his face.

“I wasn’t...I wasn’t expectin’ ya, I never thought I’d see you again.” Clyde looked down, voice thick with emotion.

“Clyde Logan! Despite what happened last time I left, it does not erase my entire childhood spent with you. Ugh this is just what frustrates me about ya-you just never see…” You pause seeing the way Clyde is looking at you, bottom lip trembling and eyes watery. “Oh come here dammit, give me a hug.” You open your arms to him.

Clyde practically runs into your arms, hugging you with everything he had and without any shame of his prosthetic brushing against you. “I missed ya so much,” He said against your ear. He felt so warm that you never wanted to leave his arms, Clyde’s hug bringing back a whole bunch of feelings you thought you had moved on.

When you break away he can’t help but ask, “Why-why did you come?”

“Because, I don’t know. I called Jimmy to ask how you were doing, I don’t know why but I just had you in my mind for some reason and when he told me you were at the bar all alone-” You inhaled sharply, trying not to cry. “Oh I just couldn’t let ya spend your Christmas Eve like that Clyde, so I came here.”

Clyde’s cheeks grew hot, his breath getting raggedy as you looked at him like that, eyes filled with so much concern. Even now you cared about him, even after he went and scared you away-said all those awful things. “Oh lord, I don’t deserve you.” He shook his head.

“I hate when you talk like that you know, feeling all sorry for yourself. Clyde, you’re a wonderful man and I can’t believe after all these years you still don’t see it.” You put your hands on your hips. “Still don’t see why it’s ridiculous why you’re all here alone.”

Clyde takes a step closer to you, his hand fidgeting nervously with his pocket. “It’s my fault,” He confesses brokenly. In a way he was apologizing, because he knew it was the truth. You were perfect, always were. He just had to go and find a way to mess it up.

“It’s not!” You say defensively.

Clyde deflects the conversation, “I still don’t understand why ya came all the way down here, from whatever big city ya were livin’ in, just to see me. Ya must have someone waitin’ for ya at home-now it don’t make no sense for ya to come all this way to see me-” You cut him off with a pointed look.

It was your turn to take a step closer, and you were so close that you had to look up at him. “I came here, because even after all these years I still wanna run right back to you. I-I regret so much, I wish I would’ve…” You stop, trying to collect yourself as you begin to tear up.

“Sweetheart, now hold on, just relax.” Clyde soothed you, big brown eyes full of worried at your clear distress. His hand rubbed up and down your arm, trying to calm you.

“I just gotta say it, I regret lettin’ ya get away from me Clyde Logan.” You declare. You feel your heart in your throat, chest heaving as emotions overcome you. Tears fall down your cheeks, and you make no effort to stop them.

“What?” Clyde asks.

“You hear me!”

“No no no, ya got it all wrong sweetheart. I’m the one who regrets letting you get way, not the other way around. I never told ya how much I love ya and it’s the biggest regret of my life.” Clyde looked into your eyes, gripping your shoulder in his hand.

“What?” You shook your head in disbelief.

Clyde’s gaze changes suddenly, realizing something. “This mean ya don’t have no husband, no boyfriend?”

“No, I do not.” You glare at him.

“Hmm, maybe I should fix that.” He contemplates, back to softly caressing your arm.

“Clyde,” You look away smiling, feeling shy and flustered all of a sudden.

He gets this dreamy look on his face, and laughs. “What do ya think of the sound of Mrs. Logan, that sound nice darlin’?”

“Clyde!” You smack his arm. He had no right to be sweet talking you like this out of nowhere.

“Hey I mean it.” He said softly, tilting your chin to look at him. “Mrs. Logan…” He teased, snickering at your flustered squeak.

“I don’t understand you sometimes, all sorry one moment and the next you’re talking about marriage! Of all things, take me out on a real date first mister.” You poke his chest.

“I’m sorry I can’t help it sweetheart, you’re the girl of my dreams I ain’t playin’ around. And I’ll take ya out on a date first, but it is Christmas Eve and I’d like to spend it with you if you’ll let me.”

“When did you get so charming?” You groan, hiding your embarrassed face in his chest.

Clyde laughs some more, his hand sliding to run over your back. He holds you in his arms again, “That mean I can charm ya all the way home with me? Steal ya away to spend Christmas with the Logan’s?” He teases you playfully, though partially serious.

“Oh my god I’m never gonna hear the end of it from Jimmy.” You grumble against Clyde’s chest. You lift your face up to look at him, “I’d love to spend Christmas with you Clyde, I couldn’t think of anything better.”

Clyde holds his heart dramatically, pouting. “You’re too kind sweetheart.” He continues to search your face, eyes growing dark. His voice is heady as he speaks, “But darlin’, I’m afraid if I take ya home my intentions won’t be so innocent. It’s gonna be hard for me to resist givin’ ya some lovin’ - so if you’d like me to take ya out on a few dates first maybe I should take ya home.” He admits, a guilty look on his face.

“No, I want ya to take me to your bed, I’m curious if you’ve learned some new moves since last time.” You tease him, grinning.

Clyde growls, “Sweetheart you’ll be the death of me. Ya better believe I got some things to show ya.” He grabs you, lifting you over his shoulders easily.

“Clyde!”

“Well I can’t carry ya like my wife just yet sweetheart, but I am gonna carry ya.” Clyde held you over his shoulder, his hand sliding to squeeze your ass and humming in delight.

Clyde even carried you from his car to the trailer, not letting you down till you passed the threshold. And then once he did he swooped you back in his arms, pressing a searing kiss against your lips. “Mmm baby you’re as sweet as I remember.” Clyde murmured against your lips. He kissed you and kissed you, until he led you all the way to his bed. It was smaller than what you would’ve expected for such a big man, and the tissues nearby made you smirk.

“Clyde, what are those for? I didn’t think ya had any allergies,” You teased him, hand resting against over his racing heart.

Clyde choked on his own spit, cheeks turning bright red. “Oh-that? Uh, well ya see I got some books there and sometimes they make me sad so I got ‘em for just in case.”

“Ya know I don’t believe that at all right?” You laughed, rubbing your hand over his chest.

Clyde pouted, “Well a man has got needs!” He said defensively.

“Relax big bear, all I’m saying is you shouldn’t need those there anymore.” You lean up to kiss him.

He huffed at that, “You’re damn right.” He licked his lips slowly, eyes flickering up and down over your face. “I think I’m gonna give myself a little present sweetheart.” He smirked down at you.

Clyde turned you around in his arms, fumbling with the zipper on the back of your dress. He was feeling so exciting to get his hands on you it was making him nervous, but when you looked back at him with a soft sweet smile on your face, he knew this is exactly where he was meant to be. He shuddered as more skin was exposed to him in the zippers path, unclasping your bra and taking off your panties along with your dress.

His hand was back at your backside, soft bare flesh in his hand building a fire inside him for you. He placed a careful kiss against your shoulder, before taking off his prosthetic and placing it on the nightstand. “Ah, you’re even prettier than I remember darlin’, it’s unfair.” He shook his head, eyes greedily raking over your nude form.

He hooked his left arm behind your waist, pulling you close to him with it so he could kiss you again. “Your beard tickles Clyde,” You commented.

“What, ya don’t like it?” He fretted.

“No, it’s sorta nice.” You brought your hand up to run over it, and Clyde leaned into your touch. “That feels nice too baby.” He nuzzled your hand.

He looked at you again, eyes soft and longing. His hand slid up to cup a breast, his touch so gentle as his thumb rolled over your nipple, just marvelling at how it hardened with his touch. He lowered his head to kiss between them, taking his sweet time peppering kisses over every inch of your skin. “So nice,” He’d comment, pressing the hardness in his jeans against your thigh.

And you touched him return, a hand sneaking underneath his shirt to feel him, the muscles tensing with your touch. Clyde whined and stopped kissing your breasts when your hand ran over his belly, “Why ya gotta go and touch there?”

“Because I like every part of you handsome, nice and soft.” You kissed his chin.

Clyde panted, eyes closing shut in pleasure. He was way too sensitive there, he didn’t know why. But your touch was eating him alive, “Stop that now,” He said firmly, hand wrapping around your wrist.

Instead of stopping you squeezing his lil tummy in your hand, which made him growl. “Alright, alright I’ve let ya have your fun. S’my turn now.” He started manhandling you in all sorts of ways, getting you set on his bed. And it felt good, his strong grip, much more confident than the last time. The way his hand settled in between your thighs, squeezing them softly before nudging them apart. His hand was so big part of it got coated in your wetness, and you felt flustered at how needy it must appear for you to already be like that for him.

Yet it only spurred on Clyde, when he felt your slick against his hand he couldn’t help but take it against his lips for a taste. “Fuckin’ hell, ah cannot believe how sweet ya taste. Cannot believe I never did this.” His chest is heaving, a wild look in his eyes as he settles to his knees.

Oh and he sure had learned some moves, you didn’t know how he had become so giften in oral, but you were so grateful. His tongue was not shy in maneuvering between your folds, flicking up and down, placing his tongue flat over you and giving a rough lick. He was kissing you too, over your clit and occasionally on your thighs. “Ah just wanna eat ya all night, mmm I love this pussy.” Clyde moaned.

He was so genuinely into the act, that’s what drove you craziest of all. His moans vibrating against you, letting his beard get coated in your wetness as he nudged your clit with his nose, his tongue twisting and turning inside you. It was so filthy it should be illegal, his hot mouth over your cunt and his drool combining with your slick.

“Still so tight sweetheart, gonna have to get ya ready for me,” He said, as his first finger glided inside you. Yes, you remembered just how girthy Clyde was. Tomorrow morning you’d be thankful for all this preparation. When he inserted a second finger you bucked your hips, curling them inside you and rubbing your sweet spot as he slid them in and out.

You were crying out his name and it was music to his ears, but suddenly out of nowhere he had to stop. “”M’so sorry sweetheart, was gonna make ya cum first but I need ya now,” He told ya. Which was when you saw just how desperately he was rocking his hips against the mattress, a wet spot in his jeans from all the precum.

“I’m on the pill Clyde, and I trust ya.” You told him. Clyde grunted at that, taking off his belt as fast as he could. The man could not wait to sink himself inside of your bare pussy, just feel your walls squeeze him. He still remembered last time you felt so nice with a condom on, he couldn’t imagine what it’d feel like without one, and cumming inside you-fuck he needed you now.

Clyde was climbing on top of you, barely fitting on the mattress as he pinned you down with his hips. “I-I don’t think I’m gonna last very long.” He warned you, voice tight.

You nodded, “That’s just fine Clyde, ya got me pretty close back there.”

Clyde gave you one final quick kiss before he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, already letting out a string of curses just from your radiating heat. He squeezes his eyes tight as he slid all the way in, you lightly rock your hips and he stops that right away, his hand pressing you down to the bed. “N-no, I need a minute. Ah you’re pussy is squeezin’ me so tight, and nice. I wanna cum.”

You give him the time, softly playing with his fluffy hair as he pants above you. Maybe you should’ve prepared yourself more mentally for what was gonna come next, the first gentle thrust was a joke compared to the way Clyde started jackhammering you after. “Ah I’m sorry, bein’ so rough on ya-I just can’t, can’t stop it.” He apologized sweetly, starting to work up a sweat.

You were surprised how much you liked him fucking you like that, like an animal, ravaging you till there was nothing left. It made it feel so much longer than it was. Each thrust, the weight of it slowing time. You keened and moaned for him, weakly trying to meet his hips until they gave out and you submitted to him.

“Baby ya feel so good, I’m gonna-I gotta cum in your sweet pussy. Fill it up with my love.” He gripped your hip, sweat dripping down his hair and his chest.

“Oh yes-ah I’m cumming now Clyde, you can love me however you’d like.” You pant, letting out little moans between words as you lose control.

Clyde doesn’t try to make it last after that, a few uneven thrusts are all he needs for his cum to splash inside you, a few hot spurts that you encourage with sweet words.

He rolls onto his side after, his cock covered in slick and cum as he pulls out of you. He lets out a funny sort of noise when he watches his cum drip out, his brows furrowing and his lips parted. He presses his nose against your neck, just inhaling and trying to catch his breath after the high of making love to you. His arm weighs heavy across your abdomen, but in a way that comforts you.

As soon as he comes back to his senses, Clyde begins to kiss your neck softly, nuzzle and suck on your skin. “I feel like...you’re some type of Christmas miracle.” He murmurs.

“I am not Clyde,” You turn to look at him with a smile, shaking your head at this silly man.

“Ya are! I mean it, no way otherwise I’d have ya here right now like this.”

“Maybe, I just liked you a lot more than you thought.” You poke his nose.

“No that’s not it.” But he can’t help but smile at your words, grabbing the finger that poked him to bite it playfully.

“I wonder what Jimmy’s gonna have to say about all this,” You muse.

Clyde just laughs. “Probably that it’s about time, that I can finally stop acting like a damn fool over you. Joke’s on him, that part isn’t gonna stop. I’m still gonna go on and on about ya while I’m at work.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” You smile knowingly.

“Merry Christmas sweetheart.” Clyde says to you as he notices it’s past midnight, heart filled with the holly jolly spirit and all sorts of loving feelings for you.

“Merry Christmas Clyde Logan.”

Next year, Clyde hoped he’d be calling you his wife. He had no plans of screwing things up this time.

[parkjiminsjagiya]

The Singularity of You, The Duality of Us // Taehyung x Reader

➳ Masterlist

Genre: Fluff, angst

Word count: 4,8K

Summary:  A spontaneous summer vacation meant to clear your mind ends up in a heap of emotions instead when you meet Kim Taehyung.

A/N: H-heyyy, I haven’t posted anything in forever. ^^; I wrote this a year ago and I was in love with the idea then, but I lost my ability to write anything until yesterday when I re-edited, changed the story a bit, and finished it! And I know I’m rusty, but I haven't been this satisfied with a story in a very long time. I hope whoever reads this might be able to enjoy it as much as I did :’)

As you see it, there are two types of summers. There is a white and a dark. They are not opposites, nor very different. In fact they are close. They go hand in hand, like intertwined fingers. The dark is simply a gradient of the white – hidden behind the curtains, but not unreachable. What they are, however, are two impressions of the day. They are experiences that we dip our feet into and let them slowly envelope us.

White is the burn on the skin and the smell of citrus. The feel of grains between toes and fingers, and the taste of melting ice and watermelon. It is lazy and light, almost floating, dreamy and hazy. It is the hope of children and the fresh splash of water. One is almost at a point of disconnection, but one welcomes it.

The dark is the lingering sun kissed skin, the honeyed touch of your loved one, the sensuality of salsa. There are no worries, no thoughts, just strong passion wrapped in melancholy. It is thunderstorms and humidity. It’s vad but reflective. A chrysalis that’s broken. An abditory. There are no promises made – at least he made none.

Kim Taehyung confused you at first. He was unfamiliar, different, kinda rare… He didn’t look innocent though his vibe spoke that of a happy child, he should have seemed deceiving enough for you to not pay any attention, yet you couldn’t stop glancing at the man with the alluring, thick brows and tousled hair.

You still couldn’t recall whether it was he or you who caught the eye of the other first. It was a dark summer day – not in the literal or depressing way, but in the way he had taught you, with the crackling of the fire and the hum of the Spanish music. People laughed, talked, drinks sinking in their veins, and they danced – Taehyung asked you to dance. Andoh, did he dance. It was a first for you, to have encountered such confident courtesy – his hand outstretched, head tilted and a silky, deep voice sending a shiver (if not countless) down your back, and your first thought must have been along the lines of what mystery am I falling into the hands of?

The increasing volume of guitar strings and castanets guided us toward the swaying couples already moving on the wooden floor, Taehyung’s hand still holding yours and eyes searching to know you beneath the surface. He had such an illecebrous air about him when his hips started swaying, instantly guiding your own without having to ask twice. There was no need for words between you while you danced, and none of you planned on stopping either. The night was young and even though a slight breeze had started to pick up, Taehyung was warm, and when he started passionately twirling you around – your laugh, music to his ears – there was no way he would stop.

“You’re good,” he purred to the strings of the guitar as your back hit his chest, cradled in his arms.

“Just good?” you dared flirt back, words foreign to your own ears, before you were twisted out of his delicate but firm grip and caught your other hand again.

He hummed while his eyes enchanted you further. “Let’s say I was pleasantly surprised to discover that a rather beautiful girl had more to her than just her pretty looks.”

A smile unwillingly smirked it’s way up your cheeks. “You’re not too bad yourself mister.”

“Taehyung,” he corrected, his name drenched even more in honey then his voice itself. “Kim Taehyung.” And as honey is thick, you were certain you would have a hard time swimming in it once you fell in.

//

The next time you saw Taehyung you were wearing your favorite sun hat, a melting watermelon popsicle in your hand while white grains tickled your toes. He was sporting a red pair of shorts, sun-kissed skin with wet hair sticking to his forehead. The sun was blaring that day, making his hair and torso glow while sand flew up in all directions from the intense game of sand volleyball going on a few feet away.

All of a sudden Taehyung’s team growled in victory and threw themselves on the man you had spotted. They cheered while Taehyung flashed them all a triumphant smile. And then, in the midst of clammy bodies and victorious smiles, Taehyung’s eyes met yours. There was immediate recognition and a tingling sensation while all sounds seemed to dim and his body froze, mirroring your own. In a heartbeat he was already making his way toward you, with lips tasting like salt and sunscreen, and the ocean almost as blinding as the man before you.

“Hey,” he raised his dark eyebrows in a hello, lips tight but smiling. Quite adorable.

“Hey,” you smiled brightly, immediately catching your bottom lip to calm your heart. Though, you knew you had failed when his teeth gleamed and his eyes turned even more crescent.

Taehyung was indeed a mystery. You noticed right away how the suave vibe he gave off the other night had somehow morphed into something softer, lighter – a delicate version of the bold and enticing man. Like the not so hidden little boy in him. Not saying you disliked it – on the contrary.

He eyed your popsicle that you had honestly forgotten for a second as his fingers ruffled his hair, leaving a trail of sand that he didn’t seem to notice – or maybe he didn’t care. And you couldn’t help but notice that his torso and knees were also decorated with small beads of sand, probably from the volleyball.

You took a bite from your popsicle in the silence that followed, both of you unsure of what to say. Although suddenly his eyes turned wide and his mouth opened slightly, and you wondered what he might say, before some of the guys from his team called him over. There was a slight hesitance in him before he suddenly, as if in a rush, spilled a clumsy: “Um, would you- would you like to join us?” His eyes, big and round again, blinking twice. You simply shook the popsicle in your hand reminding him of the sticky frozen treat, and you couldn’t help your lighthearted laugh at the sudden clearly dejected face he made.

“Don’t worry,” you said taking a big bite from the popsicle that had already started melting down your hand. You cringed but ignored it while again saying something out of your usual comfort zone. “I wouldn’t miss a chance to crush that smug winner smile off your face.”

Taehyung’s expression lit up at that. “Oh? Is that a challenge?” He raised a brow, and then suddenly leaned down and took one huge bite engulfing the rest of your popsicle. A bold move that sparked your memory of that dark summer night. Again, his mouth opened wide and boxy in a toothy smile while you pretended to be mildly offended at his action. In all honesty that sticky piece of wood was long forgotten.

“It is now!”

//

A little further away from the dock the people who tried to soak in the suns last rays were now packing up, a couple of children still laughing and running around, while a few others were preparing the usual bonfire on the beach.

On the dock it was just you and Taehyung. A score of 20-25 to him had lead you both to the dock for the losers punishment: a dunk in the ocean.

You had flared and screamed all the while laughing as Taehyung had suddenly and easily thrown you over his shoulders making a sprint down the dock until he reached the end. Giggling he placed you down, his eyes the epitome of mischief, and you holding onto the broadness of his shoulders for dear life.

“Don’t you dare,” you warned noticing how just one wrong step would make you plunge in the water behind you. Of course, you had plans on taking on the punishment like the good loser you were – evidently hiding what a sore loser you truly were – but for that to happen Taehyung had to let you jump in on your terms.

“I don’t know what you are talking about?” Taehyung chuckled like the mischievous kid he was. Oh, he knew alright.

He started playfully nudging into you, fortunately for him discovering a ticklish weakness you had been clever to hide until now. But knowing how extremely vulnerable an unfair fight of jumpy fingers on your skin could be, you reasoned that jumping him back would be the best solution.

Half stumbling with a body now sloth-ed around him Taehyung rendered quiet for a second taken aback by the sudden turn of events. With your legs and arms tightly wrapped around him you figured he couldn’t push you in without falling in himself. It was the perfect plan, really. Although seconds later when Taehyung still hadn’t reacted, you retreated a bit to observe the now rosy cheeks and shy eyes, and suddenly the realization hit you – the fast beat trapped behind a ribcage, the way he stilled, the sudden silence.

When his warm eyes dared met yours, you swore time stood still. There was a shift in the air. The setting sun behind you reflected the deep brown in his eyes, liquid caramel swirling, lashes long and thick, a cute freckle on the tip of his nose, and such plump, soft, kissable-

With your heart doing double takes, Taehyung’s eyes darkening just like the sky, falling from your eyes down to the curve of your cupids bow, the small tugs you were unconsciously giving to the short hair at the back of his neck – it all made you realize what was coming. The realization freezing you, and slowly you were falling, deeper and deeper, almost to the bottom...  

Almost.

Cause suddenly the fog lifts from his eyes and the mischief is back breaking the moment just like that. He holds your waist tighter, takes a few steps back, and you realize, this was his plan all along.

“Taehyung! No no no- Tae-!”

And you scream as he jumps in with you as the anchor to you both – and possibly his heart.

//

Taehyung helps you out of the water later, laughing at your obvious disapproval that he also jumped in, he clearly doesn’t know what winning means – to get to enjoy the losers punishment instead of joining them is supposed to be the best part, but not in Taehyungs eyes. He was always the-more-the-merrier kind of guy anyway. Besides, how could you stay annoyed at a boy with such a carefree laughter and welcoming arms.

The sky was now colored with the most beautiful hues of pink, red and orange, it felt so light, as if you were floating on the tides of the wind that guided the clouds. But something also felt weird. A good weird, or more a foreign feeling had manifested itself in your heart and the air around you. It was so very comfortable, hearing the calm ripples under the dock, drying your backs on the warm wood boards underneath you, the calmness of simply closing your eyes and hearing both your soft inhales and exhales.  And of course the way your heart sped up when you went in to take a peak at him but caught him already gazing at you.

“What?” you almost whispered while getting a little lightheaded.

“Nothing. Just thinking about you.”

He didn’t move his gaze and you stared back, heart in your throat, letting yourself get lost in his dark, orphic eyes. The atmosphere reminding of your moment before you both were engulfed by the salty water.

“What about?” you dared ask.

“How you’re a mystery to me.”

But you're a mystery to me, you felt like saying back, but couldn't when his eyes spoke of more than mysteries and such, and you were falling in. 

If there was one thing you immediately loved about Taehyung, it was his eyes, with his dark, desirable color – like chocolate itself. For Taehyung’s eyes showed no desire of freedom. And call it cliché, but you thought it was because he already was free. He was light and vad, the roof over your head in a storm, the tranquility of a safe haven when lightning strikes. He was beauty in its purest form, deeper than skin itself. You didn’t know him and you couldn’t understand him, yet at the same time you felt like you did. He was a unique singularity.

Taehyung suddenly sat up then, breaking the moment yet again, and you wondered if he was even aware of the intensity he leaves when looking at you like that. With his legs crossed and tousled hair that made you giggle, you mirror him in anticipation for what was coming from those big round eyes.

“Can I ask you something?” he questioned after a few moments of just gazing at you.

You nodded holding your breath.

And then he had that look again – the fog that entranced you, the alluring chocolate that made him illecebrous, the look that could drag you in and drown you in his honey. But the butterflies can’t sink too far down in the sweet nectar just yet, cause-

“May I kiss you?”

They needed time to flutter and register what honeyed words flowed out before they could land on the nectar, sinking deep, deeper in the honey, until they are no longer able to move their wings and fly away.

When Taehyung leaned in, you already met him halfway, touches delicate and hesitant at first - hardly enough to have been felt properly, and you both retract seconds later. At first you are both in a daze and relishing in the rapid beats of your hearts, eyes curious but at peace. But then a part of you wants to feel self-conscious. Cause his lips were so much softer than you expected, while you felt sticky from the salt of the sea. You wondered what would happen now. You wondered if you had been too eager. Had he noticed? And you wondered if he found it nice.

But then you also have a revelation of a feeling. A feeling that speaks of mutuality and desire, a feeling you hadn’t realize could feel so good it made the butterflies go wild again. He wanted to kiss you.

Taehyung sat there not able to read your eyes. He only knew that your lips were small compared to his, soft like petals, but tasting like citruses and more desirable than the finest of delicacies. Sweet like sugar, but dangerously addicting – an addiction he was willing to dive into if you would too, he realized.

Taehyung was done testing the waters as he leaned forward to meet your lips again, this time firmer, with no warning, and you almost gasped. You tried relishing in it again, but it was too soon and you were too tense. And he noticed.

“Don’t think,” he said, and in any other situation you would have wanted to die of embarrassment, but – “just focus on me.” And you did. How could you not? When his warm hand on your cheek held you grounded with promises, his lips speaking the sweetest of fairytales, and his eyes holding dreams bigger than the galaxy itself.

Taehyung’s touch became too much and too little at the same time. With lips like clouds caressing, tasting and enveloping both your heart and sanity. You could taste the faint salt on his lips, with a tongue sweet as nectar, and you found yourself wanting more.

You turned bolder by the second, and suddenly you were wrapping your arms around his neck while his warm palms found your waist helping you closer with pleasure. Your senses overwhelmed from his smell of sun and sea, your knees brushing gently, and his hands and lips sending sparks all over. You wondered if he noticed, and a part of you wanted to have the same euphoric effect on him. Your breaths intertwined like the fingers running through his locks making a gruff sound leave his throat. And a weird sensation rolled through you like a strong current of emotions.

You pressed closer, and suddenly your teeth were crashing, you couldn’t help but smile. He smiled too. And you discovered just how sexy it was to kiss his smile away, especially when it was replaced with thick furrowing brows. Somewhere in your mind you wondered if you would ever understand the duality of Kim Taehyung.

The both of you stayed like that for what felt like hours, relishing in each other’s addictive touches, hearts constantly aching for more, and you couldn’t understand how you could feel such a strong yearning for someone you just met. But soon the kisses turned languid, and as you slowly retracted, Taehyung just couldn’t quite let go as he kept pecking you every few seconds.

The outside world started coming back to you as the sound of seagulls and the distant laughs of children increased in volume. Your foreheads were touching and when you leaned back to look at each other you both chuckled. Heart swelling at the sight of him, and he must have felt the same when he surprised you with yet another swift kiss. This time you audibly gasped, the both of you laughing, floating on clouds, young, carefree and in a state of bliss.

//

Many kisses followed days later. Most were sweet and playful, while others turned much more passionate and alluring. You learned things about Taehyung too, like his favorite ice cream flavor – chocolate, perfectly matching his eyes and sweet tooth – his adorable love for animals and children, how he’s arcadian, but also how he’s sensitive, speaks in peculiar sentences with a logic like none you’ve heard before, yet has such wise knowledge you keep wondering where he gets it from. You discovered his voice through a deep, soulful and passionate song that he claims to have written himself, although he only childishly replied with a cheeky grin when you caught him listening to the original. You noticed how he would lean into your touch when you held onto him or played with his hair. And he told you about his life as a child, how he grew up in this town, all the laughs, and also the pain of losing his grandmother. She had promised him to stay by his side forever, and even though Taehyung knew that wouldn’t be possible, he had never dared make a promise again.

Taehyung also came to discover things from you, like how watermelon was your favorite flavor, yet you preferred the taste over the fruit. He learned how your dream was to be a dancer, but your parents couldn’t keep up with the expenses, so you had to quit. You still danced for yourself at times. He discovered how you couldn’t sing for the life of you, but despite that would hum everywhere and anywhere, something Taehyung came to adore. You taught him how to make flower crows, and on a stormy day in the crook of his arm you told him about your parents’ divorce and how it led you to temporarily leave your life and take off across the world for a summer alone.

Just a few weeks had passed since you had your first kiss together, but what started as a handsome local asking a pretty foreigner to dance, was now slowly sprouting into a lovely blossom in your heart, with the sweetest of scents and with the strongest and most pleasing colors of them all. You weren’t sure if you would call it love just yet – yet you couldn’t seem to find any other word more appropriate.

But as all beginnings have an end, the warm month of July was fading into August, and a vacation closing up to its last days. Neither of you had yet dared speak of the day you knew would eventually come.

//

It was a dark summer day that day. A little gloomier than the others as every place you went bore an air of melancholy. But you had no worries about the future when there was an unspoken, and possibly unknowing, promise in Taehyung’s eyes that stood stronger than the dock itself, and his actions showed admiration – maybe even love – firmer than the confidence of a ship on calm seas. s

He sang that day. Just for you. His voice traveling around with the wind, caressing you gently, intimately. And you did too, and instead of teasing you like he would usually, he closed his eyes and laid his head on your lap, your hands naturally diving in between his soft locks followed by a sigh that almost sounded shaky to your ears.

He made you dance with him again, overwhelming you with memories from the first night. This time, his eyes showed such strong passion you felt dazed from the intensity. He held you like a precious bird, exalting your beauty, tentatively, careful not to break you. But at the same time he held on like you were his anchor in life. You kissed him then.

Taehyung could not and would not stop touching you for that whole day or the rest of the night. Every moment of the day small pecks would be stolen leaving your cheeks pink and full, some to your forehead or cheeks, most to your lips. And then, when there weren’t a lot of people around, he would lace his beautiful fingers between your smaller ones, drag you behind a corner and push you against a wall just to kiss you fervently, passionately, melancholically – until you had to force yourselves away from each other.

You were both completely wrapped in the sweet honey of love. Both intoxicating each other with your perfumes of affection and adoration. Never intending on letting go.

That night you both laid under the stars. Taehyung had his arm around you. He was warm and smelled of the sun. You memorized the feel of him then – of him stroking your arm and feeling his heart beat life through him under your palm. He hummed when you snuggled closer.

“Tae?”

Taehyung was positive he would never have enough of hearing your sweet voice calling him that. “Hm?”

“I need to tell you something important.”

His caressing hand stilled, and you weren’t sure you imagined things or if his heart had frozen for a second too. “What is it? Is everything ok?”

You leaned over on your elbow so you could face him properly. And your heart must have skipped several beats when you saw the serene moon reflect on his face and his eyes which already held the stars.

“Yes, everything is fine, in fact, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this amazing before,” you breathed, trying to control the growing clump in your throat.  Taehyung could only stare at you wondering what was getting you so worked up, although he had an inkling.

“Tae, over these past days I’ve gotten to know a man outside of my dreams. A man who’s showed me more kindness than any other person. A man who’s honored me and respected me. A man who’s funny and handsome. Who laughs at my singing, but wants to hear it nonetheless. A man who wants me, hopefully as desperately as I want him…”

You started speaking with a smile on your face but you couldn’t help it when the first tear fell involuntarily. It was all too overwhelming. Taehyung looked at you like you were everything to him, and you knew he was everything to you. How could you possibly live without that?

“Taehyung, I look at you like you are the moon. You’re so peaceful and mysterious, yet beautiful and kind, a beckon of light for someone who didn’t even realize she couldn’t see in the dark. And I can’t help but feel that you’ve given me the privilege of getting to know not just the front of the moon but the back too.

“You’ve brought out a free spirit in me, of someone who has always been strict to herself, keeping to what she knows and never crossing the border. Of someone who has probably never truly learned what it means to love another human, or herself. When I’m with you Tae, it’s like the whole world is at peace, the planets are aligned and the meaning of life lays right before me.”

Taehyung was looking at you with so much adoration, such raw emotion, such passion. He lovingly wiped lone tears that fell down the rose of your cheek, wishing he could just kiss your aching away. But he also knew he had to let you finish.

“Taehyung, you are the most wonderful person to have come into my life. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to find anyone like you again. I don’t want to find anyone like you. I need you, Tae. I desperately, passionately – want you,” the tears were flowing hard down your face now, “I love you-”

Taehyung had already started crying seeing you so broken, because he knew what you felt – of course he did – he felt the same after all. And finally hearing those sweet but painful words, because of what it might entail, pained him to no end, yet filled him with such sore love.

“-and I can’t afford to lose you Tae. Please don’t let this be the last time I see you. Please Tae. I love you so much…”

And with that his lips were on you, passionately, rolling over yours in a thousand promises, never once breaking apart as your tears stained your wet cheeks further.

“I love you Y/N. So much,” he whispered in between kisses. “I promise you,”- what a cruel word - “this will not be the end. I love you too much for that.”

Thankful and hopeful you kissed him back for the nth time that summer, relishing in his safe touch and heavenly comfort. While you both laid there on the grass touching and holding tightly onto each other, your mind raced back to all the memories, engraving them in your mind together with his amorous touch. With tears of desperation softly falling down one by one, you made a wish to the stars and moon, to the milky way and to infinity. A wish that the constellations would be your witness of love. That they would count your tears and turn them into blessings, into the signature of your promise, into new stars – wishes of newborn love, new beginnings, and new life.

You prayed that love would be a blessing for the next, that pain would be a little less. You prayed. That’s all you could do.

And then you looked at Taehyung. For you knew that when the morning came you wouldn’t have another night with him. You knew his face would not be the first when you wake up anymore, nor the second, or third. You knew that all too well, yet you were happy for the now, you were happy for the before, and you would try to be happy for the after. You could only pray that Taehyung would be too.

You slept with Taehyung that night. It was the last promise of your undying love for each other. And the last promise ever with Taehyung. But such a promise was everlasting. The kind that stars, lightyears away, would hear of, the kind told in your lover’s eyes, and of that the moon hides so preciously. It was a promise not made for a summer’s night like this. On a dark summer day, promises are not made, should not be made.

There is one exception though. For Taehyung. And for you. That night the dark and white turned into one. No longer separated, finally intertwined, heartbreakingly not destined to keep together forever, but for tonight, Taehyung was allowed to make a promise. His one and only, but everlasting promise.

//

As you saw it, there were two types of summers. There was a white and a dark. They were not opposites, nor very different. In fact they were close. They went hand in hand, like intertwined fingers. The dark was simply a gradient of the white – hidden behind the curtains, but not unreachable. What they were, however, was two impressions of the day. They are experiences that we dip our feet into and let them slowly envelope us.

White was the burn on the skin and the smell of citrus. The feel of grains between toes and fingers, and the taste of melting ice and watermelon. It was lazy and light, almost floating, dreamy and hazy. It was the hope of children and the fresh splash of water. One was almost at a point of disconnection, but one welcomes it.

The dark was the lingering sun kissed skin, the honeyed touch of your loved one, the sensuality of salsa. There were no worries, no thoughts, just strong passion wrapped in melancholy. It was thunderstorms and humidity. It was vad but reflective. A chrysalis that’s broken. An abditory. There were no promises made.

Except for one.

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Thomas Good-Third sounded like a man from the eighteen hundredths who had a unique beard and bushy eyebrows. He sounded like he was far too into politics and even ran for president like any other over-sized belly owning man who sported a heavily threaded suit. But, he didn’t look like that. In the year 2017, he was the guy that suited any girl’s taste. Standing at an easy 6'5, he towered over most, looking down at them with his ashy brown eyes. His smile gleamed and brightened the model-like features that he owned. A complete heart breaker, he was, and Y/n anxiously awaited the moment he would stand right in front of her.

At first, she didn’t think he was looking at her, but past her through the bay windows of the campus’s café. Life bustled within the confined space and lit up the smooth tile floors, but the atmosphere was also calm, like the ocean in the middle of the day. She cautiously pushed her hair behind her ears, only for the mass of curly tendrils to fluff back out around her head. A small smile crept onto her face and she craned her neck, gazing into the eyes that belonged to Thomas – also, the star of the Titans basketball team.  

“Hey, Y/n,” he smiled.  

“Hey, Thomas. How are you?”  

“I’m good,” he replied, and she could feel her mouth watering at the base of her tongue. He had a deep raspy voice that was also smooth. It reminded her of nutty milk chocolate, and her mouth watered more. “How are you?” he asked, and moved his basketball from the base of his armpit to the other.  

“I’m a little stressed, but I’m doing good.”  

“College life. I understand.”  

“Yeah. So, what’s up?”  

“The team is having a party on Thursday.”  

“Thursday?”  

“I know, it’s weird. But, all day Friday we’re going to have to practice for the big game on Saturday. You should come if you can, and maybe bring a couple of friends? And also, maybe come to the game and support me a little?”  

“Support you a little?” she laughed.

He pinched his pointer finger and thumb together and squinted his eyes for emphasis. “Just a little.”  

“Sure, I’ll be–”  

“Hello, my beautiful, wonderful, taken girlfriend." 

Warm and uncomfortably wet lips came in contact with the apple of Y/n’s cheek, which deflated at the sound of Justin’s voice. Thomas’ eyes glimmered and switched between the both of them, his nicely thick and arched eyebrow raising a few centimeters. The dashing smile he wore depleted into merely nothing. Y/n stomach caved.

"You two date?” He asked.  

Y/n: “No!”

Justin: “Yes.”

Y/n shifted from beneath Justin’s body heat, but he moved closer, wrapping his arm around her waist and looping his finger into one of her vacant belt loops. Thomas still looked confused, as if he couldn’t believe that Y/n and Justin were a match for one another.  

“So,” Thomas trailed. “I guess I’ll maybe see you both at the party this Thursday?”  

Justin turned his head to look at Y/n. He smirked devilishly. “I guess it’s a date. What do you think, babe?”  

“I’ll be there, Thomas,” she said through the prison of her teeth.  

“Alright, I’ll catch you guys later.” He jogged back towards the table where other basketball players were. One of them with large eyes looked at Y/n, then back at Thomas as if nothing happened. She collected her books and medium coffee from the small table that she was at, gave Justin a menacing look, and scurried toward the glass door that had a bell that jingled every time it was opened.  

“Hey, wait for me,” Justin called, even though he was right behind her. “You don’t have to walk so fast, you know?”  

“I know that I’ve said you get on my nerves before, but I think this is the first time that I actually want to strangle you.”  

An innocent glint shot through his eyes, his hands reaching outright at his sides. “What did I do?”  

“He was totally asking me out, and you completely thwarted it.”  

He snorted. “Thwart? You’re definitely an English major.”

"Justin, please. This isn’t funny. You ruined everything.”  

“A little dramatic, don’t you think?”  

She breathed out a breath that expanded her nostrils to their fullest capacity and turned away from him, throwing the lukewarm coffee into the near-by trashcan.  

“Oh, come on,” he said. “His douche-ness overpowers the smell of fresh hot chocolate and aspiring writers in there. You can’t see it because you like his toned arms and dreamy eyes. But, I can see it. He would totally break your heart.”  

“Or, maybe he would treat me like a princess.”  

“I can treat you like a queen.”  

She stopped in her tracks and faced him. His shaggy hair was getting longer, barely coming above his eyes and obscuring (but not really) his eyebrows. His eyes were darker than Thomas’, but still lighter than the average dark brown eyes. “Stop telling people I’m your girlfriend, especially to the people that I am interested in,” she said in spite of, and continued on her journey to the campus’ library.  

“Or maybe, you should let me love you…let be the one to give you everything you want and need.”

Her eyebrows forwarded and she held her books closer to her chest. The sound of his singing voice allowed for some of the irritation to tumble into curiosity. She side eyed him as he skipped next to her. His smile had brightened, causing the dimple in his cheek to hallow. “You can sing?” she asked.

“A little bit. It drives you a little crazy, doesn’t it? Makes you a little less mad with me?”  

“Oh, get over yourself. You don’t sound that good.”  

“Maybe I can sing to you again a little later? At the playground, when they’re no more kids around, and we’re alone? And the moon is glistening and the mood is set.”  

“That mood sounds like something for rebellious ten-year old’s who are about to get their first kiss.”  

“But, I want to sing to you, my love! And to whisper sweet nothings to you.” He kissed the patch of skin under her ear. A tingle sprung and ran across her neck, leaving the hairs standing in shock. She’s never been kissed there before. The only kiss she received that was remotely close to that was from Jimmy Clark in the tenth grade. He tried kissing her on the cheek; a friendly gesture because Jimmy Clark was gay and wasn’t afraid of letting everyone know. At that moment, Y/n twisted to look at her other friend Marie, and his lips came in contact with the back of her neck. Her shoulders shot up while her neck craned down, like when you’re trying to push those frilly snakes back into a can. She was surprised, and felt violated. With Justin, she was surprised, but felt tension building in her stomach. She stumbled back, rubbing underneath her ear.

“Don’t kiss there,” she said. She hoped he didn’t hear the ripple in her voice. “Didn’t I tell you to quit kissing me?”  

“Right. Sorry,” he smiled. “But, please can we hang out? I think it’ll be nice to get to know you a little more.”  

She sighed, shoulders slumping. The library awaited in her peripheral and she thought about the studying she had to do that night. Romeo and Juliet awaited her with their cringe-worthy, hard to read poetry that went back and forth between them. Anything was better than that; even sitting at a children’s park with Justin.  

“Alright, fine,” she said.

Justin’s eyes widened. "Wait, really?”  

“Don’t look too happy. You owe me for ruining my chances with Thomas. We’re going to go to the park and you’re going to tell me about your first love. I need content for my essay.”  

“So, tonight? At seven? I don’t get out of classes until seven.”

“Sure.”

“Okay. It’s a date.”

She groaned. “Good-bye, Justin.”  

“See you soon, my love.”  

He ran off in the opposite direction as she walked toward the library. She briefly looked back and caught him doing the ‘yes!’ gesture. She only hoped that he’d behave.

The playground was eerily quiet, redolent of children’s laughter. The swing squeaked, gently moving back and forth in the wind, catching most of the lamppost’s light that stood amid the playground. It almost seemed abandoned as if there wasn’t a large campus behind her with thousands of lives containing it. It seemed like the start of a Stephen King film.  

A notebook was in her hand while her pen—her good pen—was lodged in the other one. Written at the top of the page sat “Love Notes”. She didn’t have a shadow of a doubt that Justin wouldn’t give her a page full. He stood there, leaning against the short, steel pole. He was typing fast on his phone, eyebrows furrowed under the black beanie he wore. He looked like the bully that all the little kids stayed away from. But, then his eyes darted up, then down, and then back up to Y/n as he placed his phone in his back pocket. Suddenly, he was smiling wide and the bully persona he displayed before didn’t match him. Instead, he looked like the Jolly Green Giant.  

“You made it. For a second, I thought you were going to stand me up.”  

“I couldn’t stand you up even if I wanted to,” she held up the spiral bound notebook and sat on the tiny, blue, steel staircase, “I have a paper to write and it’s due by the end of next semester.”  

“That’s months away.”  

“It’s twenty pages without double space. I need as much bull crap as I can type in Times New Roman.” She readied her pen to write. “So, without further ado, what was her name?”

“Do we have to talk about that now? You just got here. How about we start with the basics. How was the rest of your day?”  

“Fine.”  

He waved his hand as if he were egging her on. When she didn’t further elaborate, he slapped his hands against his thigh and breathed out a foggy breath. “Let’s try this,” he squeezed next to her and took up most of the room, “my day started out pretty weird. I had this dream – reoccurring actually – where I’m on this bus and sitting behind the driver. He’s an older man with thick coke-bottle glasses, so he’s driving terribly slow. All I can think is that I’m going to be late, but I don’t know what for. So, I get up, drag him out of the seat and begin driving fast – I’m talking 85 on a Marta – and I end up crashing into an elementary school. Kids start flying everywhere and the teachers start yelling. The bus driver is on the floor, his glasses are crooked, and he looks up at me, calls me stupid and I wake up. Isn’t that weird?”  

“It has nothing to do with anything and is completely pointless to my essay." His face becomes blunt and he turns away from her. She clutches her notebook and tap her feet against the staircase, causing ringing sounds. "Fine,” she says, “the dream is completely weird and silly. And the rest of my day was pretty alright, I guess.”

"See, now we’re getting somewhere.”  

“I suppose.”  

“Tic for tact then?”  

“Sure.”  

He swished his lips to the side and rubbed his hands against his grey sweatpants before balling them up. A smile appeared, but then it was gone within a millisecond. If she had blinked, she would’ve missed it.

“Her name is Rosalinda. I called her Rosie, but when she made me mad or upset, it was Rosalinda."  

"How did you meet her?”  

“When I was fifteen in a parking lot of a ran down Piggly Wiggly. Me and some of my friends wanted to tag the place before they demolished it. She was there with some of her friends. I don’t know why she was there or where she had even come from, but when I looked up from writing my initials in this almost unreadable handwriting, we locked eyes and I was hooked.”  

“How did it feel when you first saw her?”  

“It felt like – I can’t even explain it without sounding like a lover boy, but in truth that’s what I was. I don’t know. I just knew that I wanted to freeze time and be there with her forever. I suddenly became annoyed that we weren’t alone, but I was also relieved that we weren’t alone because I was a nervous wreck.”  

She imagined Justin tagging the side of a Piggly Wiggly. He might’ve used black paint over a pretentious painting that his friends marveled at. Rosalinda walks out from the dark, admiring his art. Or maybe it wasn’t his art. Maybe it was exciting seeing something illegal up close. By fate, Justin emerges into the light, and they catch eyes. Fireworks go off and he falls in love in the prime of his youth. Y/n cracked a smile and Justin smiles with her.  

“What?” he asks.  

She shakes her head. “Nothing. Continue.”  

“Now, wait a minute. Tic for tac, remember?”  

“Right. Shoot. Nothing too wild, though.”  

“Fine. What’s your idea of the perfect guy?”  

“Really?”  

“Yes, really. I wanna know.”  

She made tiny scribbles on her notebook. For some reason this question embarrassed her. “I don’t know,” she began anyway, distancing her knee away from his when they bumped. “Someone who is nice, loving” – Justin held out two fingers so far – “honest, attentive, and Godly.” Five fingers now. Her eyes narrowed. “And, someone who is not bothersome.”  

“Five out of six. Not bad, is it?”  

“I guess not, but I prefer someone who meets all of my requirements.”  

“No one can meet all of someone’s requirements.”

“Well, you did say perfect guy.”  

He playfully rolled his eyes.  

“Anyways,” she continued. “So, what happened after you and Rosalinda met?”  

“I grew some cahoonas and asked her out. Thank God, she gave me her number. We started dating on my sixteenth birthday, which was three weeks later. Immediately, I knew we weren’t good for one another. We had arguments about the tiniest things. I knew it wasn’t right, but I figured I really loved this girl, so I stayed. It was toxic, but being young and inexperienced, we couldn’t understand what toxic really meant. I was in love, you know? I didn’t want to think about any of the bad things. I didn’t want there to be any reason for us to break up. But, after so long – two years later and still together – I couldn’t really ignore it anymore.  

"I wasn’t the best boyfriend after time went by. To be honest, I started not to care. Not that I didn’t want to, but because she was never satisfied, and when the sun went down, we’d forget about trying to be anything with one another. We would just be. For a while, that was okay, but towards the end of the relationship, I started distancing myself. Then I would miss her; but every time we were together, I felt drained. Instead of yearning for her, I yearned for what once was. And then one night it went all the way down the drain.”  

“What happened?”  

He chuckled, but there was no humor behind it. “Well,” he rubbed his hands together and avoided eye contact, “I found out that she had been cheating on me for three months with my ex best friend. It was at some dumb party and I was drunk, she was drunk, we got in an argument about God knows what, and she blurted it out. I fought him – I fought hard. I was so hurt, I couldn’t even look at her. I was driven home that night and I remember going into my room, slamming down a picture frame with both of us in it, and crying. The next day she called me in tears telling me she did it because she was lonely and I wasn’t there for her anymore. I mean, I wasn’t, but by that time I think she knew why I wasn’t around…She wanted to forget everything and start over. I didn’t want to. Not only because of the cheating, but the luster that made me stick around in the first place was gone. I wished her the best and told her I never wanted to speak to her again; and I haven’t spoken to her since.”  

He looked at the wood chips that filled the playground. She couldn’t read his expression, but he looked lost in time, maybe wondering if things could’ve been different. She latched onto his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Justin.”  

He let out a breathy laugh. “Don’t apologize. Honestly, I wouldn’t change it for the world.”  

“Really?”  

“Yeah. I learned things from her. That relationship, although bad, helped me grow. I know what I want in a relationship now. And sure, I play around, flirt a lot, but if it came down to the real thing, I’d think I know what to do this go ‘round.”  

“So, you’re not afraid to fall in love again?”

“Nah, one bad apple doesn’t spoil the bunch for me.” He leaned his head on hers, and ended up wrapping his arm around her. “God, I love this attention from you. It makes me feel all warm inside. Let’s see what you wrote.” He grabbed the notebook and pursed his lips. “Love is bittersweet,” which had been the only thing she put down. “I have to disagree.”  

“How come?”  

“Well, that love story in particular was bittersweet.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her upwards. “But, love in general is warm.” He twirled her with one hand. She reluctantly complied, and even wore a smile. “It’s kind, and true.” Gently, he placed his hand on her back and spun with her. She didn’t mind how uncoordinated they had become. “It’s nice and securing; you never have to be afraid with that person. You trust them and you trust the relationship. Not to say things won’t get bad” - at that moment, he stepped on her foot - “Sorry. But, in the end, you wouldn’t trade them in for anything.” He dipped her, and he smiled that signature, charming smile he always used on the ladies.  

The blood rushed back to her head when he pulled her up. Placing both of her hands around his neck, he cupped either side of her hips and they both swayed back and forth. She felt warm, like she didn’t want to leave, but this is Justin – the incredibly annoying one. But, he wasn’t so annoying right now. She noticed this as an alarming thing, and instinctively, her wall became the forefront of her heart. She began to revert.  

“You’re way too close,” she said, but with every step she took back, he came forward, smirking with his eyes twinkling. “Justin, seriously, you’re beginning to violate my personal space–”  

“Would you just deal with it?”  

She bit down on her lip and averted her eyes. The little fluttering in her stomach was like bright, red flags. “Um, I would deal with it, but you see, I have to get home and get ready for bed.”  

“It’s not even eight yet.”  

“Yeah, I know. I just gotta get back.”  

He looked like he wanted to say something, but he opted out, licking his lips. “Well, okay. Let me walk you.”  

“That’s alright.”  

“We’ve been through this before, Y/n.”  

“Right. You want to protect me, bad things can happen at any time, blah, blah.”  

He wrapped his arm back around her.  

She shoved him. “What do you think you’re doing?”  

“Um, putting my arm around you…?”  

“Well, don’t do that.”  

“Why not? You let me do it back there.”  

“That’s because I felt bad for you.”  

“You cuddled me because you felt sorry for me? Well, then, let me tell you about the time my dog died.”  

“Oh, my goodness,” she groaned.

“Or what about the time I cried at the end of Beauty and the Beast? Or even about the time I had no friends in the fifth grade, so I had befriended my teacher? Boy, that should get your motors running.”  

“It doesn’t.”  

“How about this one, then? There’s this girl I know. She knows that she’s the prettiest thing walking, and it drives me wild. I try to get at her, right? But every time I do, she turns me down. Sometimes she calls me annoying. Sometimes she pushes me, but little does she know, I like it when she gets rough.” She pushed him that time, laughing. “Ooh, yeah, baby, take advantage of me!”  

“You’re so – I can’t even deal with you.”  

“I mean, the way she walks,” he continued, “the way she talks – got the sweetest voice in the world. It sounds so good, especially when she says my name.”  

“Justin,” she screeched.  

“Just like that.”

She clenched her fists. “You just – ugh. I can’t stand you.” But, she was smiling, which made him smile.

“I just can’t help it,” he said. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”  

“Hopefully, you’ll stop bothering me now that we have had our little "date”.“

"Oh, no. I had too much fun twirling you around. I want more. I gotta have more. Besides, we’re going to that pre-game party on Thursday, remember?”  

“No, we’re not going anywhere. I’m going for Thomas.”  

He groaned. “Thomas Shmomas, The Great Big Beanstalk.”  

“Careful, Justin. Your jealousy is showing.”  

“I have not a jealous bone in my body about Thomas, the walking celery stick.”

“Really? Because you wouldn’t be saying bad things about him.”

“Okay, fine then. He’s a great basketball player.”  

“Goodness, I know right? He looks so good on the court. I can’t wait to cheer him on at the game Saturday. You think he’ll be looking for me?”  

“Yeah, he’ll be looking for you. And you know where you’ll be? On my lap, distracted, as I leave soft kisses on your neck.”  

She clenched the notebook in her hands and kept her eyes straight. “No, I won’t. I’ll be by myself, holding up a poster that has his name on it.”  

“...my hand will be gently gliding up and down your thigh while I tell you over and over how beautiful you are.”  

She clicked her pen anxiously, the skin on her neck beginning to prickle. Luckily, her house was coming up. “Whatever floats your boat – bye, Justin.”

“Wait a second.” He jumped in front of her and blocked her from her door. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” He turned his head and tapped his cheek twice. “A little something-something for helping you with your essay?”  

“Move, you dork.”  

He tapped his cheek fiercely. “I will not leave until you plant a wet one right here.”  

“No.”  

“Yes.”  

“No.”  

“Yes.”  

She sighed, and placed her hand on her hip. “Just one? And then you’ll leave?”  

“I promise.”  

She sighed again, and cautiously approached him. He leaned forward with his hands hooked behind his back. He sported a smug smile. Y/n rolled her eyes. She thought: Quick and easy and he’ll finally leave. She puckered her lips and went for it. Quickly, Justin spun his head around and kissed her on the lips. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open.  

“Justin!”  

He ran off her staircase and down the sidewalk. “Bye, my love, see you Thursday!"

For the First Time by The Script is the perfect melody for the Annoying Bieber preferences, seems like. I just really like it. Makes you feel good, my goodness.

[Part One]  ♡

[thebackroadtourist]

The Brown Eyed Serbian

I hate heights. I really do hate them. I shook off the jitters, exhaled deeply and bent my knees. No turning back now. 

I sailed off the cliff edge and through the warm open air several meters above the Adriatic Sea as fear left my body. SPLASH! I collided with the water as gravity plummeted me downwards. I shimmied back up above the water as I gasped for air, a rush of adrenaline washed over me. Before I could swim ashore I was nearly struck by the next jumper. I caught the tail end of her jump before her body met the surface of the sea, and for that split second I could tell she was a beauty. I stalled to catch a better glimpse, casually treading water, pretending not to notice her. She shot up like a mermaid. Her natural black hair beautifully parted in all directions as her tanned skin glistened in the sun that sat in the west towards Italy. She had such an accomplished look on her face. We locked eyes.

“An American! They are REAL! I get to see one!” I jokingly held my hand in front of my face to prove to her that I was indeed real. Her brown eyes smiled wide at me as the corner of her lips curved up. She’s an artist from Serbia, a small town south of the capital. Having just came from Serbia I could tell she was one of them. Her bronzed skin and voluptuous features proved it. We took our time getting up to shore, treading water to keep afloat while exchanging words as the gentle wake of the sea splashed against our necks.

“So you’re moving to Serbia!? Great! Lets jump again!” Her ecstatic energy flowed into my train-ridden bones as I had just arrived to Budva that afternoon from a grueling 14 hour journey across the Balkans. We teased each other, playfully pretending to push each other off the cliff acting like children before we finally jumped, almost simultaneously. 

We sat on some rocks to the side of the cliff to soak in the dreamy landscape in front of us. The cliffs against the sea shined a pure gold, as if they were drenched in olive oil. We conversed with great jocularity, poking fun at each other’s accents and laughed at the tourists across the beach who were packed into a tight space as we superiorly breathed in the vast natural beauty around us. We had hiked 30 minutes through treacherous rocks to get to where we were. We continued to speak, skipping the “what do you do’s” and “how long have you been traveling” to a conversation more personal. We even weaved sexual innuendos into our discourse for added humor, dancing on the lines of appropriateness and class. Our banter was flawless. We spoke a mile a minute and became so lost in the moment we forgot to exchange names. 

Like all good things, our playful conversation had to end. Her friend had climbed up to grab her, as it turned out they had night bus to catch. Just my luck, I thought. The brown eyed Serbia reached for my hand and squeezed as hard she could, shook it with authority and looked me square in the eyes “I wish you a beautiful life.” We held eye contact for a moment before she followed her friend down the rocky trail back towards town. She looked back and blew me a kiss. I blew her one back. Why did she have to leave!? A knee jerk reaction sparked within me as I yelled out for her: “Do you have Facebook!?” perhaps a hint of optimism in my voice. She paused, looked back, and laughed. She shouted her name - a long, complex Yugoslavian name I had no chance in deciphering, followed by a “Good luck finding me!” And off she went. 

“Damn”, I thought, “I should have just let that moment be.” *Sigh.* If it’s meant to be I’ll see her face again, somewhere. My friend Kirill was sitting up on a higher rock and had watched the whole interaction. Him and I sat there for a while before we made our way back down as well, recapping what just happened with the brown eyed Serbian. He got a kick out of the handshake. “Those Serbian girls man, they’re quite masculine, but in a hot way.” I agreed. I thought about her as we parted from the comely backdrop of the Montenegrin cliffs behind us. Those beautiful brown eyes, her face, her smile, her confidence. She was so confident. I wonder how old she was. She held herself together nicely, maturely.

The thought of her was still present in my mind on our decent down the rocks. 10 minutes into our way back, something happened: I sensed someone running up to me. I thought to myself, “could it be?” 

It was her! Was this real? She ran full speed towards me, wrapped her arms around my torso and nearly tackled me to the ground (which I wouldn’t have minded). She squeezed hard as her head pressed into my chest. I think Kirill at this point was trying his best to hold back laughter as her hug mirrored the firmness of her handshake, apparent in my difficulty to keep balanced on my two feet let alone breathe. I’m not sure why she was there and how this was possible. I didn’t care. “Let me give you my name before I leave” she spoke in a hurry as I clumsily reached for my phone, numbed by elation. She typed her name in the ‘notes’ section, a complex name with several accent marks and a pronunciation I would certainly need to practice if I were to say it out loud. But when she said it out loud it was quite simple, and beautiful. Now I had her name. A zing of electricity overcame me as we hugged again, one last time. My lips happened to graze the nape of her neck as the symbolic tailwind of a butterfly pierced through me. We stepped back, beheld each other one last time and said our (final) goodbye. 

“I think you just found your Serbian wife” Kirill joked as we hiked our way back to the hostel, a pep in my step. That night I typed her name in the search bar on Facebook, the one she had left in the notes section of my phone.  All the accents. And there she was, second one down. Friend request sent. The following morning she accepted the request. We were connected now, forever, or until the Internet crashes and the world catches on fire. The wonders of social media - there’s no hiding now. Because now we are bonded…kinda. Binded by the forces of computer nerds and the result of their genius constructs. Will I ever see her again? I think it's inevitable. Thank you Zuckerberg.