#handsome danish dork

[breakablebarnes]

begging for some college!bucky but like him being the shy one and y/n outgoing and being the bad bitch she is!

Long-Awaited Things | Broke College Kids - chapter one

pairing: shy!college!bucky x female!reader

words: 5,579

warnings: MINORS DNI, swearing, drinking, sexual themes, teasing, smut, bondage, gag, dom/sub-ish roles, p in v sex, dirty talk

summary: Mid-terms are finally coming to an end, urging your group of friends to go out to everyone’s favorite bar for a night out. Tensions are high between you and your favorite dork that you love to fluster as a game of pool becomes very interesting.

A/N: I know the very minimal basics of pool, so if something isn’t exactly right just let me know!

this is the one shot that began the Broke College Kids series! So this is chapter one.

Credits for dividers: @firefly-graphics

MASTERLIST | KO-FI | REQUESTS

It was a humid afternoon. It had been raining all day, and the sky had a weird yellow-orange color to it. It was really bumming your mood, watching the raindrops hit your windshield as you drove to pick up Tasha, your roommate, from class.

“You’re lucky that I love you,” You groaned as Nat fell into your car, water dripping from her hair as she dropped her bag at her feet.

“What would you do without me?” She asked as she flicked some water from her bright red hair at you.

You scoffed. “I’m debating on that.”

“Oh, shut up,” Nat said with a roll of her eyes. “You know you would be in shambles without me.”

You deadpanned her. “Where I would be is curled up in my bed watching YouTube.”

“See,” she gestured. “Shambles!”

You cracked a smile as you drove through campus. “You want to go grab Starbs?”

“Is that even a question?” Nat asked, as she checked her phone. “Are we still going out with the guys tonight?”

“Most definitely. Why do you think i’m so mad you got me out of bed? I am charging my social battery before we head out.”

She nodded knowingly as you pulled in the Starbucks drive through. “The girls are coming too, I think.” She added as you nodded along.

“Americano?” You asked, not even looking over at Nat to know she was nodding along.

“And a cheese danish.” She finished.

As you waited in line for your order, the group chat was blowing up. “What are these idiots talking about?” You asked, pulling out your phone to glance at the messages.

broke college kids 🤍

sam: guys i need a god damn drink

steve: i’m sure we all do. mid-terms have killed us all.

mj: speak for yourselves. i know i passed all of mine.

peter: same.

thor: sucks to suck fuckers.

sam: and who sucks here thor?? us or the dropout??

thor: mean words from a tiny man

steve: thor i don’t think that’s how that saying goes

mj: yeah no dude

thor: there’s a saying?

wanda: idiots

sam: sooo are we going to Fury’s?

bucky: as usual, i’m sure

You glanced away from the group chat as the car behind you honked, pulling you forward in line. You were wondering when Bucky might make an appearance in the group chat.

Ever since you met Tasha freshman year, you had been inseparable. You had met in chemistry and bonded over your mutual hatred for the subject as you studied together. Soon after, she met Steve. Her handsome, all-American football player. He was the captain, so all of his friends naturally called him Cap. Steve was such the “boy next door” type, which you would think wouldn’t be Tasha’s thing. But the heart wants what the heart wants. And their hearts really freaking wanted each other as often as they kicked you out of the apartment so they could “have date night.”

Through Steve, you both met plenty of people. Fellow football players Sam and Thor to start. Sam was a ferrous ladies man. He called himself “the falcon” because he was “so fly.” His words not yours. Thor was like a literal god, however he did miss on a few social cues, not to mention he did decide to drop out of college. Not that there is anything wrong with it. He just didn’t do college, he struggled with partying too much and decided he would rather just get a 9-5 job. He was currently working as a body guard at the very bar you would be attending tonight.

Next up were Wanda and Vis, the high school sweethearts. You adored their relationship, but also each of them individually of course. Next to Tasha, Wand was your best friend. You weren’t as close to Vis, but he was super smart. You could have sworn he was part robot with the intelligence he had.

Next up were Peter and MJ, who actually went to the same high school, but didn’t meet until college. It was so strange to you that neither had never ran across the other, but maybe it was just a big school. Sometimes you would swear that Peter remembered her, but just that she didn’t know him. Peter had such a crush on MJ, but she was so oblivious. Everyone in the group was just waiting on the day Parker finally made a move.  MJ was another best girlfriend of yours. She was so different from the rest of the group, so edgy. But she fit right in with the rest of you. MJ was your go to person for watching horror movies especially since the other girls didn’t care for them.

Finally, there was Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. He was Steve’s childhood best friend, and actually one of the first people you met through Steve. You immediately noticed Bucky. How could you not? His steel blue eyes were the first thing you noticed. You could get lost in those eyes, in the specks of blue and gray. His smile was the next thing you noticed. You loved seeing his smile. You loved being the cause of that smile. The very next thing you noticed, was how cute and shy he was. You were somewhat blunt and outgoing, being an open book yourself. On the other hand, Bucky was more quiet and reserved. He had been through a lot in his life. You knew, through his eventual opening up to you, about how he lost his arm in a car accident when he and Steve were 17. Now, his metal arm replaced it. You knew that he and his dad had a terrible relationship, though you didn’t know why.

And it took months for him to open up to you in this way. Many months of really getting to know Bucky. Many months of watching his cheeks heat up whenever you made flirty comments or if anyone complimented him at all really. He was so modest. He didn’t realize just how awesome he was. Especially to you. Ever since you realized how he reacted to your flirting or your compliments, you couldn’t get enough of giving them to him.

Another honk brought you out of your trance as you moved up and finally retrieved your Starbucks drinks. You handed the drinks over to Tasha before finally heading back to your apartment.

broke college kids 🤍

wanda: girls, feel free to come over to mine to get ready

tasha: we will be there sis

mj: not that i wear makeup, but i will come hang

you: absolutely my lovelies

sam: @steve why don’t you talk to me like that

steve: fuck you @sam

bucky: i second that @sam

you: @bucky @steve so you would fuck sam? can i watch?

thor: HAHAHA

peter: oh my god

steve: @you no you can’t watch. that’s just for us.

you: oops my bad

bucky: @you you’re such a freak

you: @bucky bold words from a prude

mj: oh shitttttt

bucky: who said i’m a prude??

you: we could only assume

sam: i hate all y’all.

bucky: ditto

You grinned down at your phone like an idiot as you were packing your makeup bag to take to Wand’s. You loved to mess with Bucky. It was your favorite thing. Your grin grew as you put your phone down and thought of Bucky’s face as he read your message. You could picture his cheeks heating up and his flustered expression.

You finished gathering your things as you and Tasha headed to pick up MJ and head over to Wands.

“Heyyy bitches,” Wanda greeted as we all entered her apartment. “Let’s get hot.”

“We are already hot,” you smirked as you plopped down on her living room floor, makeup bag in front of you.

“True,” Tasha said, as she began to wash off her face.  

“Okay,” Wanda rolled her eyes. “Let’s get more hot.”

“There you go,” You nodded in agreement.

“You guys are plenty hot without makeup,” MJ spoke up as she sat on the couch, fiddling with the end of her shirt sleeve.

“So are you, MJ!” Wanda said, tapping her thigh from her spot on the floor.

“I know. Why do you think I don’t waste my time and money on it?” She said nonchalantly, causing the group to erupt in laughter.

After all the makeup and hair was done, it was time for a fun night out. The boys were meeting us at the bar. We decided to get an Uber there so we didn’t have to worry about a car later. We knew we would end up at Steve and Bucky’s apartment after the bar, as usual. So, we could ride with some of the guys to their apartment or just Uber over there. Majority of the time, everyone crashed there. Tasha of course joined Steve in his room, and Sam would usually crash with Bucky. The rest of us would either crash on the two couches in the living room or the air mattress Steve had. Sometimes Wanda and Vis would go ahead back to their place, being the basically old married couple that they are.

As you arrived at Fury’s, you heard a whistle. Getting ready to kick some ass, you look up with a glare, but were met with familiar eyes. “Barton! I was ready to hurt someone for cat calling!” You giggled before punching his muscular shoulder.

“I can’t help myself when I see three gorgeous ladies such as yourself,” Clint said as he manned the door of the bar.

“Oh stop, you’re making me blush.” Nat said, waving a hand. “Plus you might make Vis jealous.”

“Wouldn’t want that,” Clint said as he removed the velvet rope for you three to head inside.

You all bid Clint a good night as you headed into the bar in search of the boys, but not before going up to the bar to order a drink.

“Ladies!“ Your favorite raven-haired, green loving bartender announced as you approached. “You all look ravishing tonight!”

You lean against the bar, smirking. “Loki, you are too sweet. Gonna make a girl blush.”

He leaned over the counter, closer to your face. Your smirk grew as he glanced down to your lips. “That’s the intent, darling.”

You laugh and playfully smack his shoulder before he joins your laughter. “I’m assuming you all want your usuals?” He asked, grabbing glasses to make the drinks.

You all gave him a nod and he began to get to work on the drinks. For you, a whiskey sour, for Nat a vodka cranberry, and for Wanda a cosmopolitan. You grabbed your drink, taking a sip before humming to yourself at the taste. You needed a night out just as much as anyone tonight. Your mid-terms had really been kicking your ass, and you were just happy that they were over now.

“There’s the boys. Thanks, Loks!” Nat said before heading towards them at the back where the pool tables were.  

You raised your glass towards Loki as a thanks before following the girls. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw Bucky. You never would have thought red would be his color, yet here he was. He wore a red blazer with a patterned shirt underneath. His hair looked freshly cut. He had it cut where it was pretty much shaved on the sides, with more hair on the top. You bite your lip as you looked him up and down. He looked good. You smirked knowing you looked good as well. You wore your favorite purple dress, your classic leather jacket, and black booties.

You walked up to Bucky with a smile on your face and your car keys in hand. He was about to greet you, but he looked at you questionably as you put the car key to his chest. You smirked as you turned the key to the side, just as you would to crank your car. “Hey handsome, does this turn you on?” You asked, seductively, with a wiggle of your eyebrows for extra effect.

A blush rose to his cheeks, but he also let out a cackle at your lame pun. He leaned over as he laughed, and he surprised you by placing a hand on your waist as he laughed. You felt quite comfortable like that. In this moment with him laughing so hard, you didn’t even think he realized he was touching you. You rested a hand on his chest, the other hand still clutching your keys to his chest, as you laughed along with him.

“You are something else,” He said, as his laughter began to subside, looking down into your eyes.

“In a good way, right?” You asked through your lashes as he had a few inches on you.

He licked his lips, and you could have sworn you saw his eyes dart down to your lips for just a moment before his eyes locked on yours again. “Absolutely, doll.”

You leaned back, looking his form up and down. “Well, don’t you look dashing, Buck. Who are you all dressed up for?”

He smiled as a blush creeped up on his cheeks, making you smile. “For you, of course.”

You placed a hand over your heart as you squeezed his arm. “What a coincidence! I dressed up for you as well.” You gestured down to your outfit before doing a little spin. “How do I look?”

You looked up to him innocently as he began to look you up and down just as you had before. “Gorgeous.” He said, his voice just barely audible enough for you to hear over the music and commotion of the bar.

“Well, look who made it!” Sam said as he slapped you on the back, making you turn around and smack his chest.

“Wilson!” You said, feigning anger. “You can’t do that shit. Scared me to death!”

“Like anything scares you, Y/L/N.” Sam said with a roll of his eyes.

“No, not many things.” You respond with a smirk.

Bucky laughed from beside you, shaking his head. It was hard for him to comprehend how you were real. He couldn’t contemplate ever being as bold or confident as you were. He was always just reserved. Not really a prude as you lovingly called him, but he just got so flustered when someone as fine as you would think of complimenting him. In general, having attention on himself made him nervous. Hell, you made him nervous. You were just so sure of yourself, not to mention the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

“Buck, you’re staring.” Steve whispered in Bucky’s ear making him dart his eyes away from you as you continued talking to Sam.

“Shut up, man.” Bucky said, nudging his friend.

Steve just chuckled and put his arm around Bucky’s shoulders. “You know she’s into you too, right?”

Bucky scoffed, watching as you now begin to talk to the others and laugh as they joined you and Sam’s conversation, greeting you and asking how your midterms had gone. “No, she doesn’t.”

“So, what? She just flirts with you for fun?” Steve asked, looking over to you as you talked with the group.

“Yes. Absolutely.” Bucky nodded.

Steve chuckled as he patted his friend’s shoulder. “You really are dumb.”

Steve left his friend there, now questioning your motives. He had hopes in the back of his mind that you did like him, but he pushed those thoughts away. As MJ always says, “if you expect disappointment, then you can never really be disappointed.” He lived by that when it came to you. He didn’t want to get his hopes up. But now his dumb friend had his hopes just slightly rising.

“So, who’s down for a game of pool?” Thor asked the group.

The old married couple – Wanda & Vis – immediately opted out as they just wanted to watch. That left you, Bucky, Steve, Nat, Peter, MJ, Sam, and Thor. You divided yourselves between two teams. The first team was you, Nat, MJ, and Thor therefore the second team was Bucky, Steve, Peter, and Sam.

“Did I get put with the girls because of my hair?” Thor asked before flipping his low ponytail around as if he was in a Loreal commercial.  

You erupted into laughter as you touched Thor’s arm. “Yes. We are so lucky to have your beautiful golden locks on this team, Thor.”

The others laughed as everyone went to grab pool sticks. You and Bucky reached for one at the same time, your fingers grazing his, making your stomach do flips. You smiled up to him, handing him the stick as you grabbed another. He watched you walk away towards the pool table. Yes, he did notice that little extra sway of your hips as you walked. God help him.

“Okay, what do you guys say we make this interesting?” Nat spoke up as she racked the pool balls.

“What do you have in mind?” Sam asked.

She smirked and you already knew you were going to like this idea. Bucky knew he would hate it. “So,” Nat begin as she continues to put the balls in the correct order in the rack. “What if every time someone misses a shot, they have to do a dare that the opposing team picks?”

“Oh my god, yes!” You yelled. “I’m so down.”

“Sounds good to me,” Peter said, taking a sip of beer.

“Same here,” Thor nodded, and soon everyone had agreed except Bucky.

You looked to him and you could see the panic behind his blue eyes. You leaned over and squeezed his hand. He immediately looked at you and his features softened. He knew you were trying to tell him that he didn’t have to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with.

“I’m in,” Bucky said finally, still eyes locked on you.

You broke into a wicked grin as you all began the game.

It started simple, really. Steve missed a shot, he had to take a shot of tequila. Fair enough. However, Nat picked tequila because Steve can’t stand it.

Thor missed a shot. Sam dared him to lick your face, which he did happily. “Ew,” You yelled, pushing the god of a man off you. You never looked, but you could feel Bucky’s stare.

Nat missed a shot. Steve dared her to go order a “walk me down” and drink the whole glass in under two minutes. Nat glared at the man as she walked towards the bar. For reference, a “walk me down” or “fuck me up” as its sometimes called, has rum, triple sec, blue curaçao, gin, tequila, and sweet and sour mix. So, that’s five different liquors in case you lost count. Nat turned the blue drink back chugging as much as she could, stopping when there was a minute left on the clock. She took a deep breath and drank a bit more. She didn’t finish it, but she had drunk three quarters of it.

You cheered her on along with the others as she finished the dare. You could tell how much she was definitely feeling it.

The game continued with several different somewhat innocent dares. But then, things became a little spicier, thanks to you.

Sam missed a shot. You smirked as he groaned, looking over to your team. “Alright, Wilson,” you started. “I dare you to pull up your porn history and let me look.”

Sam gave you a smirk, pulling out his phone. After a few clicks, he walked over to you, showing you the title of the latest video that he had watched.

You let out a cackle as you smacked his arm. “I just watched this!”

“No fucking way,” He said, eyeing you.

“I swear to god,” You nodded. “That part with the spreader bar… hmm.” You hummed to yourself at the memory.

Sam’s jaw dropped before laughing along with you.

“So, it’s true,” Bucky spoke up with a smirk. “You are a freak.”

You tilted your head to the side as you eyed him with a smirk from across the pool table. “Do you even know what a spreader bar is, you prude?”

A flush came to his cheeks as he looked down. He did know. You could tell by the look in his eyes. “Perhaps,” He said before taking a drink from his glass of whiskey. Little did you know how he had fantasized about you and a spreader bar on more than one occasion. He may be reserved, but a prude he was not.

You just smiled. “I cannot wait for you to miss a shot.” Bucky had yet to miss a shot, and you could not wait to dare him to do something scandalous.

“Keep dreaming, doll.” He said, winking at you. The liquor was starting to help him loosen up a bit.

The game continued. Steve was dared to do a body shot off Thor. MJ was dared to kiss Nat. Peter was dared to kiss MJ. After the fear of his features subsided, he grabbed her face and smashed his lips to hers. You watched her eyebrows go up as he slid his tongue inside her mouth and smirked as she kissed him back harder.

Finally, it was your shot. You missed, and your eyes immediately went up to Bucky. Before he could speak, Steve beat him to it. “I dare you to go commando.”

You raised an eyebrow at the blond. “How do you know that I’m not already?” Steve stared you down before glancing at his girlfriend who shook her head no. “Nat, you traitor.”

You looked over to Steve and the rest of the gang in defeat. Your eyes stopped at Bucky before you hiked your dress up to shimmy out of your black lacy thong you wore, pulling them from around your boots.

Bucky was practically drooling from next to you. You looked back up to him before glancing down at the panties in your hand. A smile broke out on your face as you had a delicious idea. You smiled up at Bucky casually. “Hey Buck,” You began, drawing his eyes to yours and away from your panties. “Hold on to these for me, will ya?” You said as you tucked your thong into his front pants pocket.

His jaw dropped as he watched you. You smirked before heading back over to your side of the pool table to grab your drink, taking a sip and staring at Bucky as he shifted and adjusted his pants before taking a long drink of his whiskey.

Steve gave Bucky a knowing look, which he ignored. All he had on his brain was your panties burning a hole in his pocket. All he could think about was dragging you into the bathroom and having his way with you while you were gagged with the lacy garment.

It came around to Bucky’s turn. You eyed him, just hoping he would finally miss. You had a dare in mind just for him.  He lined up the shot, and… miss.

“Yes!” You cheered, Bucky sighing in defeat. He looked up to you with expectant eyes. “Okay, Barnes – I dare you to tell us a fantasy or kink of yours.”

He raised his eyebrows, a slight pink to his cheeks. You walked around the pool table, looking up to him. “You can just tell me if that makes you more comfortable.” You encouraged.

He smiled at you before leaning down and whispering in your ear, his breath giving you goosebumps. “Right now, I’m fantasizing about taking you back to the bathroom and fucking you into the wall with your panties in your mouth and hands tied to make sure you’re good.”

Your jaw went slack, and you felt a familiar heartbeat between your thighs as you swallowed thickly. Bucky leaned away from you with a smirk. The bastard even had the audacity to still blush as he just said what he said to you.

“Well…” Nat said, urging you.

You turned to her, still in a daze. Before MJ spoke up, “What the fuck? We wanna know!”

You shook your head with a smile before putting a finger to your lips. “Never gonna tell.”

“Oh, come on!” Everyone groaned, but you insisted you weren’t going to reveal what he said.

The game continued, but you had no idea what was going on with anyone else besides Bucky. He kept staring at you and all you could do was stare back as a familiar feeling rose in your belly. You needed him. As soon as possible.

The game finally came to an end, Bucky’s team winning. Everyone began to mingle and drink again, everyone kind of having their own conversations.

“Need another?” Bucky asked, coming up to you with another whiskey sour.

“Thanks, Buck,” You said before taking a long drink. You set your glass down before looking up to Bucky. His eyes were trained on you. “So, what would you tie my hands with?”

He choked on his drink as he set it down next to yours, making you smirk. He leaned next to you, with his arm on the bar just next to you, almost caging you in. He spoke right next to your ear, “My belt.” You clenched your thighs and he noticed. His confidence grew tenfold. “Go to the bathroom and wait for me.”

You looked up at him as he pulled away and began to go mingle with the others for a moment. You finally made your way to the bathroom. You went in and checked yourself in the mirror, trying to focus on that and not the growing heat of your core. A knock came on the bathroom door and you opened it to find Bucky there.

He stared at you for a moment before he grabbed your face and kissed you. God, had you been waiting for this. He pushed his way in the bathroom, locking it behind him. He pushed you up against the door roughly, making you gasp. He took the opportunity to pull away. “Listen to me, doll. If at any point you are uncomfortable and want to stop…”

You ran your hand over his cheek as you looked up at him. “Barnes, if you don’t fuck me, I am going to have to do it myself.”

“Noted.” He said before kissing you again, reaching down to grab your thighs as you wrapped them around his waist. He kissed down the column of your neck. “You’re so pretty like this.” He said, as he continued to trail down to your breasts. He pulled your dress down, revealing your bra as he nuzzled his face between your breasts.

He began to grind his hips against yours, the friction of his jeans against your bare core making you moan. Bucky took you over to the sink and sat you down. “Can’t forget,” He said before pulling out your panties. “Open wide, doll.”

You did as he said, and he stuffed your panties into your mouth. He cupped your cheek as he studied you. “So good for me, doll.” He pulled his belt off and grabbed your wrists. “Down.” He spoke.

You slid off the sink, heels hitting the floor with a clink. He spun you around and pulled your hands behind your back, he wrapped his belt around them tightening them until it felt secure.

“You okay?” He asked, looking at you in the mirror. You nodded. “Sorry, doll. I need words.” He took the panties out of your mouth so that you could confirm.

“I’m so good, Bucky.” You moaned. “I need you.”

He smiled as he pulled you towards his hips. “What do you need, doll?”

“Need you to fill me up, Bucky.” You whined.

“Where’s your manners?” He asked, as he ghosted his fingers over the column of your throat.

You clenched as you said, “Please fuck me right now, Bucky Barnes.”

He grabbed your shoulder and bent you over the sink, pressing your face on the cool counter, making you gasp. He took the opportunity to stuff the lace thong back into your mouth. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He said.

He pushed his jeans and briefs down and began to pump himself a few times. He hiked your dress up, exposing you to him. “Prettiest pussy that I’ve ever seen, doll. I’m so ready to ruin you.” He ran his fingers through your folds, you both moaning as he did so. “Damn, baby. You’re dripping. Is this all for me?”

You whined as he began to circle your clit, nodding your head frantically. He was rubbing your clit agonizingly slow, making you want to scream in frustration. You wiggled your hips in an attempt to get some more friction.

He dug his fingers into your hips. “So needy. Think you’re ready for my cock?”

You whined again, nodding your head frantically again. He smiled, no – grinned. He grabbed his cock, lining it up with your entrance, but not before teasing your clit yet again with the tip. You bit down on the thong in your mouth as not to scream out.

Without warning, he finally entered you. You could cry at the delightful sensation of him stretching you inch by inch. He groaned, gripping your hips with both his warm and cold hand as he continued to push into you. “You feel so good wrapped around me, doll.”

You groaned as he hit your cervix, completely bottoming out in you. He began to move slowly pumping in and out of you, giving you some time to adjust.

He reached up and grabbed the belt around your restrained wrists, using it as leverage as he fucked you. He began to pick up pace, the new position causing you to arch your back, helping him find that sweet spot inside you. You gasped around the panties. “There it is,” He mumbled to himself as he got into a steady and brutal pace, hitting that spot with every thrust.

You already felt the coil inside your tummy beginning to tighten. “Open your eyes, doll.” Bucky said between pants. You hadn’t even realized that you had your eyes closed as you had been reveling in the marvelous feeling of him filling you up so nicely.

As you fluttered your eyes open, you swear you got wetter at the sight alone. You could see his concentrated face as he pounded into you relentlessly. “Look how fucked out you look. Just for me.” Bucky breathed out.

You definitely looked like you were getting good and fucked.

You moaned as the coil got tighter. “You gonna come for me, baby?” He moaned out. “Come for me. Come all over me.”

With a few more thrusts, you did just that. Your vision went black, and you came as hard as you think you ever have, calling out his name as best you could with the panties still in your mouth. You clenched around him and his thrusts became sloppier as he chased his own release. You spit the panties out, looking up to Bucky in the mirror. His jaw was slack as he looked down where your bodies connected.

“Fill me up, Buck. I want to feel you dripping out of me.” You spoke.

His eyes met yours in the mirror and suddenly, he was spilling ropes of white cum inside you just as you asked. You whined as he twitched inside of you, still sensitive from your own orgasm. He leaned over you on the counter, catching his breath. Finally, he pulled out of you, making you whine yet again. He pulled his pants up and you went to move but he stopped you. He grabbed some napkins from the sink and cleaned you up before pulling your dress back down. He helped you up and gain your footing again before releasing your wrists.

You turned to him as he was putting his belt back on and just stared up at him in awe. “What?” He finally said.

You smiled and reached up to cup his face. He leaned into your touch, bringing his hands up to yours. “Nothing. You’re just definitely not a prude.”

He chuckled. “Well, you are a freak after all.”

“We both are,” You smirked, batting your lashes up at him.

“Come on,” He said, leaning down to kiss you quickly. “Let’s go back to the others.”

“God, they are gonna have a field day with this.” You said, trying your best to fix your hair in the mirror.

“Oh, absolutely.”

You looked over to him with a questioning stare. “Is it going to make you uncomfortable?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as he looked at you in the mirror. “I’m too happy to be uncomfortable. You could never make me uncomfortable. Flustered, yes.”

You smiled before turning around in his arms to lean up and kiss him sweetly. “Alright, let’s go,” You said as you grabbed his hand and opened the door to the bathroom to see MJ and Peter making out outside the bathroom.

Peter pulled away, looking at the two of you. “Oh great, you guys are done.”

He grabbed MJ’s hand and lead her inside the bathroom, sending you a wink before the door shut behind them.

“Damn,” Bucky said, pulling your hand. “I guess lots of long-awaited things are happening tonight.”

“I guess so,” You agreed, smiling as you squeezed his hand and headed back towards your friends.

PART TWO

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𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: All your life you’ve been sick with a weak heart but through it all is your loving boyfriend Taehyung. He reminds you why you love him after a scary surgery and he takes care of you and babies you relentless

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 3,070

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Reader had heart problems so that’s what the surgery was for, mentions of death but NO ONE dies, hospital talk and such, pretty angsty tbh but don’t worry also very fluffy and a happy happy ending!! Probably some medical inconsistencies, I’m very sorry

𝒂/𝒏: EEEEEE this was a request and I really hope you guys like it!!! If you want a request please submit some! I take fluff and angst, NO SMUT and I’ll do drabbles, headcanons, and OT7 reactions!

You never one to take things for granted. For you, what mattered were the small things in life, the almost forgettable moments but once collected enough in the mason jar sitting within your brain, they were little personal belongings that meant everything to you. Instances such as leaning lazily upon your significant other in the morning, sleep and crust still coating your eyes while you both were doing a poor job in brushing your teeth, or buying the strawberry danish that you looked forward to each friday, after your shift at work to end the tiring week with something sweet, or perhaps even just riding the train to classes, listening to whatever new album your favourite artist had released.

You kept all those things close in the confines of your heart as that’s what kept you going, but you realised at the very second you exited the hospital that you would treasure these things even more, if possible, all because just two days ago, you thought you weren’t going to live to see them again the next day.

You were born with a weak heart and as a child it was hard to maintain health due to you being like every other kid; rowdy, curious, and an adventurer. This all took a strain to your heart but it only grew worse as you aged. Everyday you lived in fear of whether or not your heart would give up on you, a scary thought when your anxiety was rooted in abandoning your boyfriend, Taehyung, in death.

“Tete,” You huff. “You really don’t have to push me around in the wheelchair. I can walk on my own just fine.”

“Tete,” You huff. “You really don’t have to push me around in the wheelchair. I can walk on my own just fine.”

“Tete,” You huff. “You really don’t have to push me around in the wheelchair. I can walk on my own just fine.”

Taehyung halts abruptly, a deep sigh escaping from his lips. You turn your head to look at him, one hand on his hip, hiding underneath his oversized blazer, the other pinching the bridge of his nose as his eyes squinted. “Jesus y/n, you just got out of surgery two days ago. Your chest was wide open, alright? Just cuz your surgery was successful doesn’t mean you have to act like an olympian athlete.”

You pouted, downcasting your eyes to your hands folded over your lap. “Yeah but…I don’t wanna be…” You trailed off, not wanting to finish your sentence.

“Uh uh, none of that, I know exactly where your mind is going.” He scolds, pushing you once more out the doors of the hospital. “You never were and you’re never going to be a burden. It’s my duty and honour,” he expressed dramatically in a haughty accent, “as your loving and exceedingly handsome boyfriend to take care of you.”

You couldn’t help but cackle, a loud breathy laugh came from your throat as you tilted your head back. “What a dork,” you snorted.

“Yeah, yeah, but you love my dorkiness.” You do. “And besides,” He reaches over your shoulder, grabbing your cheek. “I wuv taking care of my widdol babyyyy.” He sing-songs in a honeyed voice.

“Teteeeeee,” you whine, swatting his hand away.

He rubs the skin of your cheek before leaning down to press a kiss to the reddened spot and you smell his tart and spicy cologne. His lips trail over the shell of your ear, his black permed hair tickling your forehead whilst it also hides the loving relief of his eyes. “Let’s finally get you home, darling.” 

You sit propped in Taehyung’s bed, a mountain of pillows behind you and a blanket wrapped around your legs and waist. You hear your stomach gurgle, a long uninterrupted sound. As if he’s read your mind, Taehyung prances into the room, a cloth draped over his arm like a waiter. Upon closer inspection, you realise he’s drawn a French-style moustache over his upper lip in what you hope wasn’t sharpie. You have to stop yourself from laughing at the image of Taehyung leaning over his bathroom counter so he could draw his moustache with intense focus. He stops beside your lounging figure and hands you a piece of paper.

“And what would the mademoiselle like?” He inquires in a fancy accent, standing straight in a cartoonish pose of a waiter.

“What’s this?”

“Your menu, mademoiselle.” He’s trying not to break character and you can tell by the way he pinches his lips together, his neck growing red, and the way his forehead wrinkles inwards.

You decide to give in to his shenanigans. “Ahhhhh, I see. And what would you recommend?”

“EvERy-” His voice cracks and he coughs into his fist and you catch the way his shoulders shake in a silent laugh. “Hmmmm, my apologies. Everything. Every item on the menu was curated just for Mademoiselle.”

“Oh? I sure do feel lucky.”

“As you should be. The chef is…quite smitten with Mademoiselle and hopes to impress her.”

“Consider me impressed. I’ll have the macaroni and cheese with garlic bread, please. And a glass of strawberry juice, if you could.”

In a final flourish, Taehyung bows dramatically. “Of course. Your food will be ready in twenty minutes. Please rest until then.”

As he’s about to leave, you call his name. Your boyfriend’s that is, not the waiter. “And Taehyung? Don’t overcook the noodles again.”

You really thought he was going to stay in character but he proves you wrong. His shoulders slump in defeat and embarrassment and he hangs his head backwards, beginning to whine. “y/nnnnnn, that was just once! God, have some more faith in my exquisite culinary skills.”

With his ridiculous antics just now and his adorable complaining you finally let loose your laughter. It’s raucous and inconsistent with you taking deep breaths in between but to Taehyung, it’s music to his ears and he hopes to hear it every single day for the rest of his life.

“Don’t worry, darling. You get the Tete special so it’ll be extra yummy.” He leaves with a wink and you swoon just the way you did the first time you met him.

For a while you browse through your phone, bored and hungry whilst waiting for your food. But after ten minutes, becoming restless from scrolling, you turn it off and just lay with your eyes closed. Nо matter what Taehyung was doing, he always did it with music. Getting ready in the morning, driving to the Hybe building, cleaning the house, whatever. Silence was rare.

Right now he’s listening to Billie Holiday’s There is No Greater Love. You could hear the various clunks of pots, the sink’s running water, and the rusting of boxes and bags, indicating his ingenious cooking prowess.

There is no greater love than what I feel for you. No greater love, no heart so true.

He’s humming along to the song at first, a low and elegant song that reminds you of those nights where you had laid in pain, writhing, gripping your chest and all Taehyung could do was inject a low dose of morphine provided by the hospital for times like that. When your pain had subsided he would stroke and pat your hair as he hummed songs into your ear with tears brimming his eyes to lull you into a drug-induced sleep.

You sigh wearily, wanting to forget that awful pain, the worst thoughts running through your head, thinking that at any moment, you would pass in your sleep and Tae would wake up without you.

Taehyung’s present tinkering in the kitchen rips you away from these worries. Your boyfriend now sings, a timber baritone that would make for a lovely jazz singer, like the very ones he so idolizes.

You’re the sweetest thing I have ever known. And to think that you are mine alone.

His singing spurs you on even more and you watch out the window to somehow calm your mind. You see the sun, full and bright, casting its warm hug on your face despite the chilly autumn months. You see a few birds taking flight, no doubt somewhere south, somewhere much warmer, perhaps back to their little homes. You hear children yelling and cheering from the park across the street, and you’re happy that they get to be free, hopefully healthy, or at least healthier than you were.

You admire such simple yet gorgeous things, the tiny bits of life that shine individual colours of stained glass onto the world that creates life for what it is. All this creates hope, not just for you, but for other people as well, or at least you like to think so. But if all this was so dear to you, if it’s what kept you sane throughout years of physical, mental, and emotional pain, then why are tears streaming down your face in succession so fast, the saltiness of them make you even hungrier and thirstier. Actual, literal hunger, yes, but also hunger to know what peace of mind feels like.

You cry and think some more and a revelation dawns on you. You cry because you were frightened of losing everything. Your family, your stressful yet exciting job, the anticipation for tomorrow, and most importantly, Taehyung.

You would describe him like your rock, solid and never moving no matter what, no matter the circumstances, but a ship, or a small raft was more fitting. He kept you afloat through everything, and when you couldn’t move yourself any longer and couldn’t escape the impending storm, he kept you safe in his arms, in his hold. When there was no wind for your sails to keep you going, he made sure that you and him screamed, into the void or at whatever creator who made the blessed earth and sky but cursed you, so that the gust of air from your lungs would finally push you along.

Prone to over thinking, you thought you were to leave him behind, maybe suddenly in the middle of the day, on a normal evening on a date, in the middle of the night. You thought you were to see him one final time when the doctors wheeled you away into the operating room. That he would wait hours upon hours in the waiting room, filled with coffee and no sleep, hyped up on anxiety and worry, only to get news that the surgery was unsuccessful.

But you were wrong, and for once, you were happy you were wrong. You had never been more grateful for life and for living than you are now, alive, post-surgery, no longer having to be hooked up on machines and depending on medicine.

Staring out the window, you cry some more but you’re also smiling, knowing for a fact that you look insane. But you don’t care. You’re so happy to be alive that you’re overwhelmed with every emotion.

You’re interrupted when Taehyung walks through the door, the food resting neatly on a tray. With his low voice once more, he sings out, “Order for y/nnn! Hope it’s-” He stops when he sees your emotional state and hurries to place the tray on the bedside table.

He sits on the bottom of the bed, immediately and without any hesitation whatsoever, scooping you into his arms. He cradles your entire body, one arm around the back of your neck to press your face into his neck as he rocks you back and forth. The position is intimate, every inch of your body touching and entwining despite the two of you being fully clothed. It’s intimate because he presses his forehead to yours as if he could read your thoughts. It’s intimate because your hearts are connected, separated only by skin and tissue, almost like he could share your emotions. It’s intimate because your arms and legs are mixed together and you could feel the shared thrums of your pulses, an unspoken vow of being together in mind and in body. It’s intimate because you find out he’s joined you in crying, your tears mixing with his, your pain becoming his. You are him, and he is you, and together you have become one.

He holds you like this while your sobs reach a crescendo, a loud wail at one point but slows and simmers down into broken whines, and finally ragged and laboured breathing.

Taehyung pulls himself apart from you and cups your face with both hands and they fully envelop you. “Are you in pain, does anything hurt?”

You shake your head.

“Why were you crying then, darling?” he asks, wiping away your tears by kissing both cheeks.

“It’s so silly, Tete.” You whisper, falling limp against his hold.

“No, no, it’s not,” he rushes, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours. “C’mon, it’s not silly, please tell me, darling.” He’s almost begging at this point because he wants to rip whatever’s ailing you away.

“I was so scared, Taehyung.” Your fists clench, somewhat ashamed that you’re being a baby and creating a fuss.

“I know you were but guess what y/n? You were so so so strong and you did so so so well. Not just for the surgery but everything before that. All the hospital visits, meds, all the pain. You were so brave and I love and admire you for that. If I was in your place I never would have been able to do that.”

You sniffle, rubbing your eyes. “Yes, you woulda. Cuz I woulda been there for you too.”

He chuckles lightly, finding it incredible that despite being vulnerable to him, you were ever the fighter. Always had been and always will be. “Yeah? Is that so?”

“Yeah, cuz you were there for me even though you could have left.”

Taehyung’s silent for a few beats, thrown absolutely into confusion and doesn’t know what to say. “Why would you ever think that, y/n? I never, ever, in a million years, would have left you.”

“I know but it would have been easier and I wouldn’t have blamed you…I feel silly for saying that, though.”

“I understand but not even an army could separate me from you. You’re stuck with me.”

You slap his chest and giggle and again, it’s music to his ears, like little chimes playing in the wind. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”

“Well it’s obviously not!” He fakes offence. “You have the most loving and exceedingly handsome boyfriend.”

Normally you would have playfully scoffed at this but this time it’s your turn to cup his cheek. “Yeah, I do, and I don’t know what I’d do without him.” He leans into your touch and his skin warms up with love. “I love you so much, taehyung. I can’t put into words how much I love you cuz you just jumble up my thoughts but all I know is that I want to stay with you for the rest of my life.”

His eyes shine wide and bright as he perks up. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I wanna fight with you over where to eat every week, I wanna get ready for life with you every morning, and I wanna have debates on which kind of peanut butter is better.”

“Crunchy, obviously.” He quips.

“Disgusting. It’s smooth.”

“Did you mean debates like that?”

You kiss his nose, his cheek, his forehead, his lips. “Exactly like that.”

“You know what I wanna do?” Taehyung asks

“What’s that?”

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and props you back against the pillows, gently placing the tray of food on your lap, ready to feed you. “I wanna take care of you in big ways and small. I wanna help you relax when your stupid boss is being a meanie, I wanna get your favourite snacks whenever you forget, I wanna do everything with you.”

“Everything? Like what?”

He ponders for a moment but he already has a list inside his head. “Take you somewhere nice, let you see everything the world has to offer. See you accomplish everything you wanted to, see you at my concerts, have you with me when I release my first album.”

“Dedicated to me, of course.”

He firmly nods his head, pouting his lips. “As if I’d have it otherwise.”

“Alright, keep going. What else would we be doing?”

He leads a spoonful of macaroni and cheese to your mouth, watching with a small smile as you chew and swallow your food. “Make horrendous concoctions of food and serve them at big dinner parties with the utmost seriousness and see how people react. Dance around the apartment in our underwear at night.”

He stops feeding you for a moment and he looks down at his lap. “Is that it, Tete?”

“No. I want to settle down with you, have children, grandchildren, a big family. I want to grow old with you, all gross and wrinkly but you’d still be the most stunning. I want you in my life now and forever, y/n.”

“Are you sure you want forever?” You jokingly challenge, heaping more macaroni into your mouth.

He leans forward and grabs your face, pressing multiple kisses upon it. “I’ve never been more sure about something in my entire life.”

Of all the things you had come to love in your life, everything small and miniscule, almost unimportant, there’s no greater love than yours for Taehyung, and his for you.

[illogicalhusbands]

The Game is Afoot - pt. 1

Bill Masters x Alec Hardy Masters of Sex / Broadchurch crossover

Meet cute and cafe AU of these two dorks

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Alec Hardy of course knew who he was when he first saw him.

Dr. William Masters.

Broadchurch was a small town. Hardly anyone ever came in or went out without everyone being informed. Alec had come to know Broadchurch as an extremely tight-knit community in his two years here. He had, once, been the talk of the town also. He wasn’t born here, unlike the 98% of its residents. Not to mention that at the time the tails of the Sandbrook case still cast over his shadow. Needless to say, he caused quite a stir when he moved in.

Now, however, he fancied himself more or less settled—or as settled as he could find himself to be. He still lived alone in a small flat and occasionally phoned his daughter. Miller was there to remind him to consume meals. Lately it’s all been kind of a standstill.

Which was exactly what made the arrival of Dr. William Masters so pronounced.

Alec knew all he did about the man from various sources. He couldn’t avoid hearing them even if he tried. He was apparently a world class doctor. A gynecologist. Published many papers that revolutionized women’s health medicine and, he heard in those giddy tones of some women muffled into whispers by the backs of their hands, apparently published an extensive research mapping out ways to intensify the pleasures of the flesh during sexual intercourse.

Each time, Alec could not resist rolling his eyes. These people really were in desperate need of entertainment.

Alec saw him for the first time at a cafe near his flat which he frequented for their earl grey tea and occasionally, scones. He was the only unfamiliar person, and so it was easy enough to conclude that he was the famed new guy in town.

Dr. William Masters ordered before he did. He appeared to be of average height and stocky build, dark hair trimmed properly to the back of his head. And in just a few seconds, he walked off to the side and was out of Alec’s sight. Alec stepped up to the counter and ordered his usual drink.

Moments later, as he swirled his paper cup he stared out of the shop’s glass window, watching people he’d seen before walk by. He needed to be at work soon, but he liked to take a few minutes to just sit down for a bit in silence. He took a sip of his cup and was taken aback by the sharp bitterness on his tongue.

He frowned and took a whiff of his drink. Black coffee. Really, people were just getting more and more incompetent nowadays. He ought to order again when a tap on his shoulder stopped him.

“Excuse me. I think we may have accidentally switched drinks.” The voice was cool and distinctly American. Alec jolted.

He looked up to see the face of Dr. Masters, cup of what seemed to be an earl grey tea in hand. He wore a brown suit and a dark blue bowtie which did nicely to complement his light eyes. The man was posh, Alec thought, but there was an allure to his face that made it extremely hard not to stare.

Which was to say, of course, that he was gorgeous.

That’s something the rumours had neglected to warn him of.

“Err…” said Alec elegantly, “Right.” He took the tea from the man and handed him his own cup.

“Alright,” was the doctor’s prompt reply before he spun on his heel and went back to his table.

The second time Alec saw him was two mornings after, in the same place. The cafe, however, was packed. There was a group of kids on a field trip in the area and they’d scattered over the few open establishments where they could get breakfast. Alec, however, had arrived long before they did and managed to commandeer a table all to himself. Despite that, the noise they produced was still there and was unbearable.

He heard footsteps approaching, and there was Dr. Masters with the same stoic expression on his face, a tray of food in his hands. “Can I sit here?”

Alec could only nod in response. The doctor was in a grey suit this time and a dark brown bow tie. How many of those things did he own? He looked like a model that stepped straight out of a magazine from the 50s.

Alec didn’t know what he was hoping for. Some conversation maybe, that would let him get to know the man a little. After all, people of Broadchurch were always overly friendly and accommodating to every person they were meeting for the first time. Alec should probably strive to maintain that pretense.

And yet as soon as Dr. Masters had taken his seat, he brought out a pile of papers from his briefcase and settled down to read intensively.

“I see you don’t exactly talk much, do you?” Alec said, little bite in his tone.

Dr. Masters merely raised his brows, not looking up from his papers. “I imagine you don’t as well.”

“Hardly polite, though,” Alec had no idea why he was saying these things but he pressed on. “Not even bothering to talk to the person that gave you this table.”

Dr. Masters looked up at him then. A small smile graced his face, instantly brightening his features. There was an air of smugness about him that Alec found highly unpleasant. An arrogant medical man, of course. He couldn’t even bother to be surprised by it.

“Do we need to be?” said Dr. Masters. “I don’t see how making small talk and talking about ourselves is relevant. I’m a busy man as you can see.”

“Bluff” was what instantly came out of Alec’s mouth. Dr. Masters tipped his head.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You asked me for a favor, I granted it to you, but you’re a prideful medical man who doesn’t want to say thank you, so you pulled up those papers to excuse yourself from further conversation. I’m calling your bluff.”

He expected a denial or a rude comment on Alec’s abrasiveness. Instead, the doctor’s eyes shone with what appeared to be… amusement? Dr. Masters pursed his lips, his jaw tensing. Alec could not help wondering if he knew how attractive that look made him.

“You obviously know a lot about me already,” said the doctor, voice holding no malice. “So there’s no need for me to introduce myself.”

Alec shook his head. “Every body knows every one in this town. Every new face, every new scandal—they’re gagging for it. They’ll not leave you alone until you divulge all the details of your past, so you may as well start practising.”

“Well,” Dr. Masters seemed to consider. “I don’t know you. Why don’t we start there?”

At this, Alec couldn’t help the sly grin that made its way on his face. “I asked first.”

“Then I believe we’re at a stalemate. You’re not willing to make yourself known and I’m not as well, so you won’t know anything else beyond what you already do from the so-called rumour grapevine.”

“There are other ways that people get to know another person.”

“That sounds an awful lot like you’re challenging me.”

“Oh, yes indeed.” If it was a challenge of getting information on other people, then Alec had every right to wipe that smug grin off of his handsome face. “Though I’m afraid you’re at a huge disadvantage here.”

“I can’t imagine why,” said Dr. Masters. “You don’t look that remarkable.”

“It’s what you least expect that really surprises you.”

“Alright. I believe you frequent this place and as do I. Why don’t we meet here in the mornings and not introduce ourselves. We’ll see which of us is better at getting to know the other.”

“You don’t know what you’re getting into,” Alec replied. “Which makes this all the more exciting for me.”

“Don’t think that just because you’re a detective that you’ve the upper hand here.” Alec froze. He didn’t bank on Dr. Masters having that information. And his surprise was probably written on his face as the doctor placed an elbow on the table, fingers gesturing to Alec’s person. “I saw you tucking away your badge the other day. So no, I’m not afraid of you. Why would I be?”

Alec tried not to dwell too much on the fact that Dr. Masters had been, in fact, observing him.

“You’re not gonna get much farther than that,” was Alec’s only reply.

Dr. Masters put away his things and stood up from his chair. Alec saw that the danish he’d ordered had been reduced to residual crumbs on his plate. He didn’t even notice how much time had passed.

“I’m late for work,” said Dr. Masters. “Pleased to make your acquaintance. I don’t know your name so I should resort to calling you something else.”

Alec frowned. “We didn’t agree on that—”

���See you around, Mr. Holmes.” A hint of cheekiness in his otherwise cold tone. And then he was gone.

Now as far as nicknames went that wasn’t even terribly creative, thought Alec as he took another sip of his tea.

But he was determined. He had lots of work to do, stuff to dig up on about Dr. William Masters. There was no way he was going to lose to him at his own game. To be continued.

[holidaywishes]

Thoughts on Freddie Andersen

oh, my sweet, sweet, Danish goalie. I have many thoughts on Freddie but here’s just a couple.

On the ice, I think he’s better than people give him credit for but he’s just had a sucky effort from the guys in front of him for it really to be noticed.

Off the ice, I think he’s handsome, duh, but I think that can translate to one of two reactions from the guy

Either he knows it and is a complete jerk in person because he knows it

He’s a little insecure about it because he’s not super “toned” like some of the other guys in the league

I also think him wanting to keep his IG posts @ 31 is either a total power move (because let’s be honest this guy’s a dom) or just him being a complete and total dork.

[victorineb]

SO SEXY AND YET ALSO SO CUTE HELP ME HE CANNOT BE STOPPED!

are you Mads Mikkelsen af? [insp]

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Tell me how you feel about the entire cast. THE ENTIRE CAST DANG IT I WANNA KNOW YOU FEEL

Duuude I can't think of all those by myself 😂 How about j2m2? Mark S: I am danish and danish and british humor aren't far off. I love Mark so much. He is a brilliant actor I admired long before SPN. I am a geek. He is king of geeks. I miss Crowley so much. Jared: Presious manchild with such a big heart. I wanna simuntaniously lovingly kick his butt for all the crap he pulls while also laughing my ass off and never wanting him to grow up. His words and campaigns means so much to me and so many. Again all the love! Jensen: I followed him to Supernatural. I watched a shy, cute, sweet boy grow into a confident, handsome loving man. He is a dork and he makes me smile. He is the kinda man I want other men to strive to be like. He is has a quiet confidence. He is a leader others look up too but he never puts himself front and center. He shows others off. He cares and loves deeply. He inspires me everyday to be kind, respectful and graceful. Misha: I never knew pre spn. I'd seen him on other shows but didn't know anything of him as a person. Now he is my hero. He is everything that's good about this world. His heart is so big. He is so quirky and odd. He makes others smile and he cries for things out of his control. If everone was like Misha the world would be a better and safer place. A hell of a lot more fun also 😍I just love my boys okay 💙💚💛💜

[dreaminglivingoutloud]

True story. Why does this dork have to be so handsome and talented and wonderful, hmmm? Why'd did he have to drag me into the weekly hellhole called Game of Thrones? But no, I can't hate him. Who can? Photo from Nikolaj Coster Waldau Italia fan page. Give them a follow on Facebook.