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asterjennifer · 1 year

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Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: Saeran & Saeyoung (& V)

Word count: 2,599

After so long apart, it was inevitable for them to me again.

He resigned to the idea that's been feed to him. However, his other half isn't exactly thinking the same.

The moment they stood together in front of the big doors forced his heart to swell up into his throat. The wodden color of warm brown reached his consciousness only in vague shapes, he couldn't really focus on a specific detail on the door. He stood as straight as a candle; unsure how to approach the entire situation.

“Do you need some more time?”

Jihyun's voice was soft when reaching out to the younger man beside him, stiffer than he'd like to admit. His voice was welcoming, warm even the moment he noticed his distress, however, he only shook his head.

“No, no… I am okay. Let's go inside.”

Mint colored hair fell forward after Jihyun titled his head to see his face better; much to his displeasure. He breathed through before rocking back to his heels for a second, taking in more air. It would be fine and it's nothing that's having business leaving his heart to almost hammer out of his chest.

The two, big hands on his shoulders caught him off guard. Turned with ease in order to be face to face, and Jihyun looked at him the way he'd done quite a lot lately. Fresh determination inside his shining eyes that paired ever so well with the new found calm he'd claimed over time. Yet a honest expression of strict feelings that kept his face wrinkle free.

“I mean it, Saeran. If you feel too nervous then we can go in a little later. This small amount of time won't do anything.”

He hushed his racing brain one more time. For a moment he's speechless, wondering how often that actually happened over the short years he spend alongside his old guardian. It's not that he's not wanting to see these familiar faces, it's everything evolving around them. He didn't know what's changed about them specifically. He sighed when closing his eyes, reaching up to put his hand over Jihyun's.

“I'm okay.” He promised firmer. “Please… Just go in first, that way I have a second to process my surroundings.”

Jihyun kept his eyes straight as if trying to see through his soul for any particular lie. But Saeran meant it; he's ready despite his nerves threatening to snap. The older one took in a deep breath, patting his shoulder much too gently and finally letting go of him.

“Okay then. Let's meet them.”

Without another exchange of looks or words, Jihyun grabbed the doorknobs and turned them open. The noises of the party broke through immediately and the atmosphere did a one-eighty considering the smell of food, drinks and people hit forcefully. The lights inside the big hall lightning up the main floor brightly, a little too bright in Saeran's opinion.

He blinked at the pain it caused, lifting his hand up out of reflex. He didn't expect to find so many people in the room, he'd suspected perhaps hundred. Two hundred maximum. But this easily could've been a doubled number of faces, it caused his hands to shake from the pressure he's suddenly finding himself under.

“Don't worry.” Jihyun's voice reached out between the million others.

Saeran watched how he offered his hand in the middle of public. The smile lingering on the older one's face between doting and considerate, could be both at once for all he knew. It's embarrassing given some of the strangers already turned their attention to the scene he's involved in. Although it's maybe childish in some sense he's unwilling to see, he took Jihyun's hand tightly.

It's an instant reassurance that he's not alone right in the heat of the moment. Jihyun had strangely developed this trait of providing him his hand when seemingly overwhelmed. Not that Saeran complained, it's a nice gesture of care. It's difficult to get used to regardless. He's more than grateful though, it's not something somebody has given to him that openly before.

Jihyun began to lead them through the mass skillfully, like he knew exactly where to go. The people's voices lingered in his ears as the shimmer of the stage at the right side of the room kept attacking his eyes. The red curtains fit perfectly well to the red carpet running along the entire floor. The walls a golden touch, exactly like the lights and pattern in the ceiling.

He felt out of place by how fancy everything appeared. It's not quite right he was going across this hall. This very building he'd sworn to tear down one day, bury the dust deep into the ground right next to its occupiers. Days became blurry afterwards and now it could be laying back centuries ago, on the other hand it's just yesterday where he thought of demolishing it all.

“Wait here, Saeran. I will announce your presence as soon as I spoke to them.”

Fuzzy feeling, he thought to himself. His own steps came to an standstill, Jihyun let go of his hand altogether and suddenly he stood by himself behind the stage inside the darker part of the party. Ironical, a little fainted voice in the back of his head mumbled, quickly he suppressed it.

He peeked around the corner due to his insatiable curiosity. His hand against the wall's burning and he's certain the place itself is already flaming independently. But finally he could see them all in the very center of their successes.

Jaehee and Jumin stood with their usual professional attitude when discussing something that must've been important as usual. Yoosung and Zen lending an helping hand since the blond college student carried a list of his own. They looked… carefree. Happy. But there were two faces that had oxygen pressed out of Saeran's lungs right away.

She's present, too. He'd not seen her in what felt like an eternity. Eternity? Eternal...? The memories bubbled up to the surface when seeing her smile beam underneath the artificial light. She wore a pink dress, exactly how she did the day she arrived at Mint Eye two years ago. A lot more fancy today, of course. Her hair's braided back, showing the every inch of her face which hadn't changed in the slightest.

She was still pretty. Still the girl owning positive vibes, lovely attitude with her hands always being busy in some way or another. He'd not expected to feel his cheeks get warmer at the sight of her; especially now where the issue at hand wasn't his territory to play in. She's not the only face leaving his knees to wobble, though.

That red hair of childhood struck harder than prayed; the string of bitterness rose into his mouth. He wore these glasses he didn't even need in the first place. That happy suit in a lot more brighter shade than any of the two ever preferred. They both liked dark clothing most. It's true, his brother was an adult now. Simultaneously he's stayed the boy that he'd been since forever.

So many feelings woke up in a single second, just watching them laugh, speak and interact that easily with each other's concerning. They acted as themselves without a care in the world to play pretend. The RFA truly reminded of a close family.

“I've been waiting for this moment.”

Jihyun told her, to which she gazed back in confusion at first. Not long after her face shifted into pure shock, all their reactions were similar when thinking about it. Saeran's hand on the edge of the wall had strengthen the grip drastically until the tips of his fingers turned whiter than his skin.

No, he couldn't do this. Seeing them this way, peaceful and complete, where's his right interrupting this for the countless time? V assured he's wanted numerous times throughout their recovery together. Telling him they were searching, praying he survived in order to meet. Was it true?

Right there in the shadows of the greater good, far away and known by only the cloak of invisibility, he was home. All his life he's spend time in the dark by himself. There was too much light that it burned his retina, the warmth of the room letting sweat run down his back uncomfortably. This wasn't his home in the past, it wouldn't be in the presence and never be in the future.

The urge to turn on his heels and run until his body broke down filled his veins. He couldn't meet them like this, they shouldn't see him. He remembered well what exactly he'd done to the members of the organization and no matter how much time passed; this couldn't be his life. It implied so much happiness. That's nothing he's confident believing in. He couldn't be that happy without consequences.

“I have a news many of you wouldn't have expected – I'd like to introduce a new member of the RFA.”

Jihyun's tone of excitement tore him from spinning thoughts circling around his head. His body took a step back due to fear; he's aware what's about to happen. He didn't want it. He could not want it.

“I should have discussed it beforehand with the rest, but time was not so gracious with me.”

The short hint of a chuckle made Saeran's stomach sink. He couldn't smile at them if they were to find his presence soon. Should he shake hands with them? Apologize for all the destruction he'd done? Be silent and simply stand in the corner like decoration? He didn't know. Unconscious, his scar itched until he scratched it slightly.

“A new member...? But he did not discuss anything with us..” Jumin questioned.

Yoosung followed with a suspicious hint to his voice. “I think my skin is crawling right now..”

He swallowed, it's not that easy making out their words despite the short distance. People shut their mouths one after another; he's feeling the tips of his ears pulse the longer he was conscious of his body. He pressed a fist out of pure helplessness against his chest, hard and tight.

“Please give a round of applause for our newest member.”

And suddenly people were actually clapping. Saeran knew they're waiting for him, his mind went completely blank when acting on auto pilot, coming forth from the wall into the lightened side of the party hall. A variety of eyes staring holes through his tense limbs; there's not a single thing on his mind other than staring back.

He grazed the RFA, not one without wide eyes coming back. However, the second he met the ones oh-so very familiar, he's stuck in a slow motion. Saeoyung stood right there in front of him, mouth hanging open it what he assumed to be bewilderment.

“Saeran!!!”

“..!?”

It scared him to the bone. Hearing his own name being shouted by a voice he'd never imagine would even remember his existence. His ocean colored eyes widened in a different kind of shock as his older twin brother urged forward clumsily.

“You're Saeran, aren't you? It must be you!”

He yelped way too loud, way too emotional. His amber started getting wet once the tears reached the corners. Saeran felt torn, unable to keep his eyes at one point of the other's face. Exactly like before, he was left speechless. The hug that followed only added oil to the flames. His arms shot up instinctively; out of unwell emotions he'd rather forget about.

“You're alive. Thank you so much for being alive.”

The hug's strong and content, the grasp of his brother something he's sure he couldn't ever escape. His body continued to have grown a few inches taller than him, a little bigger than him, a little healthier and stronger. Nonetheless, Saeran wasn't sure who of them was weaker in that second.

“...See? I told you there is nothing to worry about.”

Jihyun tried talking to Saeran, affirmation of that kind he's not yet used to. He started shaking from head to toe, then. That scent knocking him over internally, reminding him of the ice cream under the sunny sky they shared in the past. That weird unconditional love he gave up shamefully quick.

“It must be you. Say something, Saeran...”

He pulled back to take him by the upper arms, for a brief thought he worried Saeoyung would shake him. Instead he stared in obvious desperation. What could he say? What should he say? It's luck he's standing on his feet right now and didn't fainted in the middle of the charity event.

“Saeran. It feels like you'd go away if I hold you. Don't go away! Don't you ever leave me now!”

God they pierced through deeply, each and every single world of that stupid man across from him. He shook his head slightly; unable to think of anything or find an action that could prove he's not mentally absent. Saeoyung's torturing stare finally broke away because of Jihyun, who stood behind him with the rest.

“Thanks, V. You have my gratitude for eternity.” His voice slipped at the edges.

“You saved my brother, didn't you?”

Jihyun's warm smile twisted into a painful one. “…I'm sorry I hurt him in the first place.”

He only received half of their conversation, busy scanning his other half closely. The last time he had seen his brother's face that up close was...

“.. You remember me. Even though my face is like... what it's like now.”

The second the meaning fell over his lips, he felt stupid. Supposedly should've said something touching or real for the thick air to finally dissolve. Saeyoung's head snapped back, eyebrows rising as high as they could as his grip tightened to the point of edging on hurtful.

“What are you talking about? Of course I remember my brother.”

Why did this hurt so much, but at the same time got this immense weight of doubt and shame falling down his shoulders in featherlight manner? Why did hearing that connection coming out of the other's mouth had him want to cry his soul out of his body? Why was he cursed to be melancholic even in the moments of true happiness?

“Let's never part again. Now let's stay together, safe and sound.”

Saeyoung pulled him into another hug, almost more aggressive then the one previously. Saeran this time managed laying his arms around his brother in return; to actually take hold of him after he's been unreachable for years. An emotional flame right there underneath his skin, immeasurable in comparison to a wildfire.

“...Saeyoung.”

There. He said the name out loud. A name so very conflicting to his heart. Going from the most precious word, to an insult to his faith and back to something soothing. The looks of the other RFA members filled to the brim with empathy, sadly Saeran didn't realize. He registered his own tears that ran down his cheeks, becoming more and more the longer he held his brother.

“It IS you...”

Feeling the nod, Saeyoung buried his face into the crock of his neck. The shaking of his shape unmistakably a sign of a silent cry with which Saeran was more familiar with than enjoyable. Instead of thinking over past memories, he gave the tears a pass since they're liberating. Hugging back and hiding into the suit of his older brother, mimicking his doing, almost too close to breathe properly. Yet neither could care one bit.

They stood there for mintues inside each other's arms. Hours? He didn't need to know. All he needed was to internalize the fact he finally go back the one thing he's been craving all his life. Looking for, fighting for in the first place. Crying out for endless times.

His family.

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spiritdreamt · 1 year

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seasonal aesthetics. bold: always applies. italic: sometimes applies.

i. winter. a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the closed windows. a bookcase full of brand new books & all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snow storm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

ii. spring. the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope.the relief of finding something you lost. paris in the spring. birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym, training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

iii. summer. lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again & again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze & nothing else. music blasting at 3AM, loud & proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days & shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

iv. fall. the leaves changing colors. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ). abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely & terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

#about.#dash games

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loetise · 1 year

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seasonal aesthetics. ˎˊ˗ bold: always applies. italic: sometimes applies.

i. winter, a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the closed windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snow storm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

ii. spring, the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost. paris in the spring. birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym, training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

iii. summer, lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3AM, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

iv. fall, the leaves changing colors. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ). abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

stolen from; @khozmoh ♡♡ tagging; you, steal this and say i tagged you!

#this is 9 months old #𖥸 ₊ * “ imagery ” … a nameless girl in freshest summer greens‚ a saint‚ an angel.

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ofdetonation · 1 year

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SEASONAL AESTHETICS .

bold what applies.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.

a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the closed windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full-length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snow storm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.

the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost. paris in the spring. birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.

lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like its the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3am, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.

the leaves changing colors. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness. abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of homework. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

tagged: lol i stole it tagging: uhhh go ham i just thought this was neat

#long post /#/ he's very picky and hates everything apparently :/#💥 | YOU DON’T MAKE HISTORY BY BEING LIKED. ╱ q’d.#💥 | ARROGANT BOY‚ CALM LIKE A BOMB. ╱ hc.

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primordyalsoul · 11 months

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SEASONAL AESTHETIC

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snow storm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost. paris in the spring. birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym, training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑. lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3AM, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋. the leaves changing colours. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ). abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amounts of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

tagged by: no one, i yoinked it >:) tagging: @shoukous , @enshijou , @swynfyr , @kudakenai , @msteroso (nagisa <3) , @trattcria (conan !) , @donutghoul

#☾: dash games #((she's so winter/autumn...))#((i mean she straight up turns to snow at the end of the manga KFGKF))

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publicabsent · 1 year

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seasonal aesthetics. bold: always applies. italic: sometimes applies.

ii. spring. the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost. paris in the spring. birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym, training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

#✽ ➝ visuals. ❜

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sorceriii · 1 year

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SEASONAL AESTHETICS !

[ bold = applies ; ítalics = sometimes applies ; both = perfect ; strikethrough = doesn't apply ]

WINTER. a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the closed windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snowstorm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

SPRING. the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost. paris in the spring. birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym/training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

SUMMER. lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool. drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3am, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

FALL. the leaves changing colors. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness. abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

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Christmas at Home

They got back home after a short drive and Harry parked before grabbing their bags from the back of the car. “Have to feed Finny once we get inside too.”

Lily helped Harry since they came home with a good amount of bags and then closed the trunk for him. Then she walked with him up to the door and held her hand out for the keys. “He’s probably starving. He’ll be hungry meowing at us the second we step inside,” she laughed softly.

“Angry little man,” Harry smiled, handing the keys over. Just as they expected, Finn was jumping off the couch once the door was opened to greet them with a loud meow and pacing around their feet. Harry stepped inside after Lily and slipped off his shoes first. “One second, Finny, then we’ll feed you.”

Lily laughed when Finn did just as they predicted. He really could be quite vocal. She quickly kicked off her shoes by the door and then went to set the presents she had in her hands by the tree for now. “Come on, Finn. Let’s go eat,” she called as she headed to the kitchen, the kitten right on her heels, still meowing away.

Harry set the rest of the bags down by the tree while Lily went to feed Finn. He was a little tired after a very busy day but was glad to finally have the night to themselves. Spending time on the holidays just the two of them was always special. He made himself comfortable while he waited for Lily, hanging up his keys and trying to get warm again after being out in the cold.

Lily fed the kitten and then happily retired to the living room, plopping down onto the couch next to Harry. She snagged the blanket from the back of the couch, but didn’t put it over them just yet. “Present time?” she asked, tilting her head back to look up at him.

Harry sat up beside Lily and turned his body slightly to look down at her. He automatically smiled a bit while raising his hand to brush her hair back slowly. “Sure,” he agreed, “You get to pick one of yours first.”

After today, even the smallest touches from Harry had Lily swooning, so it took some serious self-motivation to get her up. “I’ll just bring all of our gifts over by the couch so we don’t have to keep getting up and we can stay bundled in the blanket.” It took her a few short trips from the tree to the couch, but that’s because she didn’t want to accidentally drop anything. Then she sat back down and threw the blanket over their laps. “Okay, ummm…how about this one?” She decided on one in golden wrapping paper.

“Sure, lovey.” Harry smiled, looking at the gift she picked up. “Umm,” he looked at the gift bags he had for Lily and picked one out before placing that in front of her as well, “This goes with that one.” The bathtub tray he got her was in the wrapping paper, and inside the gift bag was a bottle of her favorite wine, a couple small candles that he knew she liked the scent of, along with some bath bombs and bubble bath liquid. He knew how much she liked her baths and she even got him hooked, too; he thought maybe those gifts would make her baths even more enjoyable.

Lily paused as Harry looked over the gifts and eyed him suspiciously. “Okay….” She couldn’t help the grin that tugged on the corner of her lips. Then she was ripping the paper back, her eyes widening when she saw what it was. “Oh my gosh! I always see these and think it would be so handy!” After carefully setting it to the side, she reached for the other bag. “Oh, love. You are absolutely spoiling me,” she giggled. Of course, she had to open the candles and smell them. Harry knew her very well; that much was obvious. “You’re going to enjoy these things with me, right?”

Harry sat back to watch Lily open the presents, warming his hands underneath the blanket that they were sharing. The more holidays they shared together, the more difficult it was to find something for Lily that was special and he hadn’t gotten for her before, so he smiled seeing her reaction. “I would love to,” he answered with a grin, “You’ve got me loving baths almost as much as you do.”

Lily looked back at the tray, trying to judge the size. “Maybe we can even stick one of our laptops on it and watch a movie while we soak,” she offered up as an idea.

“Yeah, I think it would be big enough for that.” Harry nodded with a smile. Relaxing in the bath with Lily and a movie sounded really good. “We’ll definitely have to try it, babes.”

Since Harry had his hands tucked under the blanket, Lily took it upon herself to grab a gift for him. She picked up a box that held a pair of brown boots in it. She’d seen them when out Christmas shopping with her mum and knew Harry would be able to rock them. They were a bit more on the dressier side and Lily thought they’d look great with some of his outfits he wore on their dates or to events.

“Thanks so much, lovey.” Harry told Lily when she handed him a gift and he began to unwrap it. He took the lid off the box and immediately his face lit up seeing the boots inside. “Babe, these are so nice!” He said and took one out of the box to get a closer look, “I absolutely love them, darling. I’m gonna look so cool now when I take my lovey out on dates.”

“I hope they fit. You know how shoes are,” Lily waved her hand. “But I saw them and they just screamed you.” Not everyone could pull off certain looks like Harry, but he did it with confidence. Which of course Lily found extremely hot.

Harry nodded and moved the box out of the way so he could bend down and slip the boot onto his foot. He stood up and took a few steps and then wiggled his foot around a bit too, clearly showing off his new shoes that he loved. “Absolutely perfect, darling. Thank you so much,” he grinned before setting another gift next to Lily that was slim but much larger and much more difficult to wrap than the last present.

Lily sat back to watch him, smiling at his little pose even if Harry didn’t realize he did it. “Called it. I knew you’d look good in them,” she grinned. Her brows furrowed, though, at the next gift and she eyed Harry curiously. “What on earth, babes?”

Harry smiled big at Lily and then returned to his seat next to her to take the boot off. “Umm…yeah, I don’t know, sorry if it’s not much of a present.” He laughed a little, “I hope you like it.” He had one of their favorite engagement pictures, which they had gotten done with a photographer a few months prior, printed and put in a nice frame to hang it wherever Lily wanted.

His hesitancy just made her more confused, so she didn’t waste any more time and began to unwrap it. She paused whenever she pulled enough paper away to see their faces, gasping softly. “Babes…” she breathed. She carefully pulled away the rest and then held out the frame so she could see the picture. Having it on their phones or seeing it on a computer was one thing, but having it blown up some and in a frame was another. “And you picked my favorite one!” The love and excitement was evident on their faces and they were obviously in their own world where only the two of them existed; as was normal for most of their day.

Harry was relieved when Lily was excited opening it. He loved the picture; he knew Lily loved the picture. He was just a bit nervous hoping she’d like it as a gift. “Of course! One of my favorites too,” he grinned and rested his hand against her back before rubbing it slowly, “We can put it wherever you want, love.”

“Oh gosh. You can’t give me a decision like that,” Lily laughed with a shake of her head. She tore her gaze away from the picture to look around the living room, trying to imagine where the picture may look best. Or maybe even if it would be better in the bedroom.

Harry laughed and gave a glance around the room as well before refocusing back on Lily. “Good thing we don’t have to decide tonight, yeah? We have time,” he smiled and leaned in to kiss her cheek.

“You might look up from your laptop every night and realize I’ve moved it somewhere new,” Lily giggled before sneaking a quick kiss. “Thank you, baby.” The gift that she handed him next, she had to slide across the floor towards him and pray that the paper didn’t rip. Inside were new gloves for him to wear to the gym, a blender bottle, and even some weights and bands for him to use at home if going to the gym wasn’t a possibility.

“I’ll have to find it in it’s different spot every day,” Harry laughed softly and returned the kiss. “What in the world is so heavy in there?” He smiled and helped her slide it closer. He began to open it, first the gloves and bottle, then the equipment that he could keep at the apartment. “Lily, holy shit, that’s a lot of stuff. How did you know I needed new gloves and a bottle?” He grinned, the excitement clear on his face. He loved his gym time; Lily knew that well. “And I will definitely be using these weights and things here once classes start up again and I don’t have much time to go to the gym,” he nodded, “Thank you so much. It’s perfect.”

Lily smiled innocently, “I may or may not have popped by the gym and talked to your friend at the front to see what you typically used or what would be good ideas. So, he shared all the good brands.” She gestured to the bands, “And I thought maybe those would be something I could manage, if you wanted to show me how.” Working out together had obviously been a turn on for each other and it would be much easier if they were already at home.

Harry’s eyes went wide as Lily explained and he was sure his smile couldn’t get any bigger. “You went to my gym? How did I not know?” He laughed and then glanced at the bands, nodding. “Of course, babe, yeah. I’d be happy to show you around all this,” he grinned, shaking his head in disbelief, “Wow, my darling, you are sneaky.”

“I just stopped by whenever I was out running errands while you were working,” Lily explained. She loved how excited Harry got about the gym, even more so about her working out with him. It was absolutely adorable.

“Unbelievable,” he teased with a smile, “I cannot wait to use those, though. Especially with you.” He had a few more gifts for Lily to open including a bracelet, a sweatshirt that was also like a really fuzzy blanket to keep her warm, and some of her favorite coffees for at home as well as a new travel mug for work, among a couple other smaller things.

Lily continued to open gifts back and forth with Harry, having gotten him a new watch, fuzzy socks and insanely soft joggers to keep him warm, and some other random things he’d said in passing that he liked or wanted. But there was one last gift she had for him in a small gift bag. She bit her lip to keep her grin from getting too big as she passed him the bag, a pair of black, silk boxer shorts inside. Really it was a gift for her, too.

It was obvious that they loved to spoil each other. Harry really loved every present that he got from Lily and thought they had finished until she was handing him another bag all while biting back a grin. “I don’t know about that look on your face,” he teased with a smile and began to pull the boxers out of the bag. Apparently, Lily was really, really good at shocking him that day. “They’re silky!” He grinned, brows raised as he looked between the boxer shorts and Lily. “Oh, baby. You’re in for a ride. I’m gonna be wearing these twenty-four seven.”

Lily was pleasantly surprised by Harry’s reaction, not expecting him to be so excited. “Finally found some lingerie for you,” she grinned. “I chose black since we both love it so much. We can totally get more, though, if you really end up liking them.”

Harry smiled looking at the boxers and had a fun time just feeling the material. He never really had anything other than his typical boxers or briefs. “Oh, babes, we can match,” he realized and held the boxers out to her to feel, even though she must have before, “I’m gonna be so silky.”

Lily raised her brows at him, many many thoughts coming to her mind with his words. She still reached out and ran her fingers over the fabric even though she’d done it when first picking them out. “I wasn’t expecting you to be this excited,” she smiled.

Harry smiled watching Lily and then sat back, resting his arm along the couch. “I will try anything, you know me.” He was very excited. Lily always looked amazing, especially in her lingerie sets that he loved, and he often wished he could do something more for her.

Lily rested her shoulder against the back of the couch so she was facing Harry. “May have to try ‘em out tonight, then.” She’d be lying if she said the boxers weren’t for her pleasure as well.

Harry’s eyes remained on Lily and he smiled, slowly leaning closer to give her a few kisses. “Maybe I’ll have to give you a fashion show like you do for me,” he pulled away to laugh.

Lily stayed where she was and happily returned the kisses. “Oh, I would absolutely love a fashion show. Even if it is just one piece,” she grinned at him, completely serious.

“Oh no, what have I gotten myself into?” Harry laughed, his arms loosely crossed over his chest as he held his boxers in one hand. He knew she was serious, too. “A fashion show right now?”

Lily shrugged. “Doesn’t have to be now,” she answered honestly. “It could seriously just be you walking from the bathroom to our bed and I’d be content.”

Harry smiled and lifted his free hand to brush some of Lily’s hair behind her ear. “Okay. I can do that,” he promised, gaze on her own.

Lily leaned into his touch before she was distracted by Finn playing with some of the wrapping paper. He batted at it with his hands, clearly enjoying the sound. “See? We didn’t even need to get him gifts,” she teased. “Think we can take them all back to the store without him noticing?”

Harry looked down at Finn and shook his head but with a smile. “I think so. Could’ve just gotten him a pack of tissue paper,” he chuckled, “He’s really gonna like that blanket I think, once he gets used to it.”

“Oh yeah, he’ll love it when we go to bed and he has his own blankie.” They just needed to remember to take it with them. At the moment there were gifts scattered everywhere but that was something for future Lily to worry about. Right now, she just wanted to be close to Harry, so she happily snuggled into his chest.

Harry held Lily close by wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He looked down at her with a soft smile, kissing the top of her head, while Finn continued to make noise with the paper in the background. “Thank you for another amazing Christmas,” he grinned and leaned in for a kiss.

Lily nuzzled his neck in response to his kisses and then smiled up at him. “First and last Christmas engaged,” she got out before his lips were on hers. Which is really all she’d wanted all night, so she happily returned it and reached up to cup his jaw.

Harry shifted how he held Lily so that both of his arms were around her waist. He very much missed her kisses after being able to sneak only a few throughout the day. He smiled into the kiss, giving her a few lingering ones, “Can you believe that? Married by next Christmas…”

Lily’s heart did a flip in her chest at that. “I’m going to focus on the exciting part of that and not the stress of finding a dress and all the other things we need to get done,” she giggled. She just pressed her lips harder to his, wanting to forget all that and just focus on the gorgeous man in front of her.

“Good idea,” Harry laughed softly against her lips before he was kissing her again. They both were eager after a long day of going without this kind of touch, so each kiss was already deepening a bit more than the last, Harry bringing a hand up to cup the side of her face.

Lily leaned into Harry, trying to get as close as she could despite them being fairly tangled up in the blanket. It had been a long day with minimal touches and very few kisses according to their standards. Even at work, they were able to sneak in more.

Harry’s grip returned to her waist and he pulled her into his lap to get as close as they could at the moment, keeping the blanket wrapped around Lily at least for now. His hands went to her back to press her against him, their lips remaining connected all throughout.

Lily wasn’t the most graceful when she moved into Harry’s lap, too desperate to care. She was definitely getting hot, though, between her dress, sweater, and the blanket. She pulled away and instantly reached down for the hem. “Just a second, babes. I’m dying.” She pulled it over her head and tossed it onto the other end of the couch, not caring if her hair was a staticky mess.

Harry pulled away when Lily did, watching as she pulled the sweater off over her head. He didn’t realize how many layers Lily had on until just then. “Better?” he smiled, combing back her hair as he attached his lips to her jaw.

“A little. I’m sure I’ll need the rest to go soon,” Lily breathed, tilting her head to the side for him. Meanwhile her hands were slipping between them to slide under his sweater and feel his bare skin. Hopefully her hands weren’t cold anymore.

“I have no problem with that.” Harry kissed along Lily’s jaw and down her neck. He was tempted to leave marks along her skin; he didn’t know how he collected his thoughts enough in that moment to remember that she had a dress appointment the following day, but love bites all over her was the last thing he needed to draw attention to, so he resisted. He rid them of the blanket as well, setting it aside, as they were more than warmed up then.

Lily pushed her hands up higher to his chest, taking his sweater with her. She couldn’t help but smile when she glanced down and saw his newest tattoo, gently running her fingers over it. Specifically, the date of their wedding. The date that she would become his wife; Mrs. Lilian Styles.

Harry gave Lily’s skin plenty of kisses and attention and he pulled back only once she pushed his sweater up even further. He noticed her looking at his new tattoo, causing him to smile as well, and sat up to slip the sweater off over his head. “I’m glad you like it,” he grinned, sitting back against the couch and pulling her in for another kiss.

Lily looked up to meet his gaze and then returned the kiss. “I love it,” she corrected softly. Then her focus was back on kissing him, but her lips didn’t stay on his for long. Now it was her turn to trail down his neck, not having to worry about leaving marks on him. She made it her goal to leave one right above his new tattoo, between it and the swallow.

Harry grinned at her correction and rested comfortably against the couch with her mouth on his skin. He brushed Lily’s hair out of the way as she focused on leaving her mark, which felt incredible, and let his other hand wander under the hem of her dress to trace along her skin.

Lily finished up her mark and leaned back with a satisfied smile. Her attention was then drawn to under her dress. “I was loving my layers earlier today, but they are really inconvenient right now,” she laughed softly. Another con about winter.

Harry grinned glancing down at the love bite on his skin, then returned his gaze to Lily. “Yeah, you look so good in this, but it’s gonna take a half hour to get it off,” he joked with a laugh and sat up, “I may need help navigating these layers.”

Lily sat up straight as well, moving her hands to rest on his shoulders. “Should we move to the bed? I can undress on the way.” The couch was littered with gift wrapping and presents; not exactly the best spot for being intimate.

“Wonderful idea.” Harry stood with Lily, an arm around her waist while he pushed up from the couch. He carried her until they reached their bedroom and then carefully let her down to stand so she could begin to undress more easily.

Of course, Harry didn’t just let her walk to the bedroom. No, that would be too easy. Lily wrapped her arms around his neck and then hooked her legs around his waist when he stood. The dress was easy enough to just pull over her head. Her tights, though, were a bit more difficult so she had to sit on the edge of the bed to get them off.

Harry let Lily take care of the dress, assuming he’d just make it more complicated than it needed to be. But he stood in front of Lily when she sat to take off her tights, helping her to slide them off one leg at a time. “That wasn’t too bad after all,” he grinned.

Lily appreciated the help and was completely happy to be just in her underwear and bra. “It’s a lot harder when we’re distracted with kisses,” she allowed. Then she was making grabby hands for Harry.

There was a little pile then of Lily’s clothes on the floor and Harry was ready to be close to her again when she grabbed for him. He moved Lily to lay back further on the bed before moving over top of her and reconnecting their lips.

Lily shifted back on the bed and settled down into the mattress, happily kissing Harry back when he leaned down. Her hands cupped his cheeks for a few moments and then they were wandering along his torso.

Harry held himself above Lily and their kiss quickly deepened once they got back into their rhythm. He settled against her, laying himself between Lily’s legs though he still had jeans on himself.

Lily spread her legs for him to fit between, always wanting him as close as possible. It wasn’t long before her hands found the waistband of his jeans and began undoing his button and zipper.

Harry focused his kisses everywhere he could reach, trailing them down Lily’s neck and having just reached her collarbones when he felt her hands at his pants. He sat up in front of her once she got them undone, shifting until he had his jeans off completely.

Lily drank in the view as she helped Harry get his pants off. She’d always take advantage of being able to watch him strip. And while she would like his skin on hers and his warmth back, she was okay with just enjoying the view for a bit longer.

Once Harry got his jeans off, he was back over Lily with a soft smile and wrapping her up fully in his arms. “Hi,” he grinned, reaching behind Lily’s back to unclasp her bra as he kissed down the middle of her chest, “Are you warm enough, babe?”

Lily arched her back up so he could easily get her clasp undone and then helped him pull the fabric away from her skin. “You’re making me plenty warm,” she assured him, smiling down at him and absently reaching up to run the tips of her fingers through his curls.

“Just making sure.” Harry smiled softly against her skin. He spread his kisses across her belly and then switched between each of her breasts as he slowly slid her underwear off as well.

Lily bit her lip as she watched him, back arching up once more to encourage his kisses. And then she was wiggling her hips to help him get her underwear off. “Yours too, lovey,” she requested softly.

Harry slid Lily’s underwear down her legs and then did the same with his boxers, setting them both to the side. Once they were both fully naked, he leaned in to softly kiss her, his hand moving between her thighs.

Lily hummed quietly into the kiss when she felt his hand. Her own hands were all over him, but not in a desperate way like earlier. This time she was admiring every curve of his muscles as they settled together.

Harry was eager to be close to her, but this time didn’t feel as rushed or desperate as the last couple times they’d been together. He comfortably settled above her, using a forearm against the mattress to hold himself up, while he slowly touched Lily between her thighs and inched a finger into her.

Lily’s lips parted against Harry’s as he pushed his finger into her. One of her hands gripped his hip slightly. Normally she’d be rocking her hips towards him for more, but not tonight.

Harry kept his lips on Lily’s as he began to move his finger and then introduced a second one into her once she was adjusted, curling them both each time. They were more able to take their time that night and Harry was fully enjoying it.

Like most things in bed, Harry knew exactly what to do with his fingers to get a reaction out of Lily. She whimpered softly when he found her spot, brushing against it with his fingertips in a way that just made her desperate for more.

Harry pulled away from Lily’s mouth to kiss along her neck, focusing most on those sweet spots under her ear, as he just wanted to hear more and more of her sounds. He built up a pace with his fingers, always doing whatever he knew to have her in pleasure under his touch.

When Harry pulled away, Lily was able to get her mind a bit more out of the haze he had her in and focus on bending her legs and tilting her hips in a way that would hopefully help him reach that spot better.

Harry leaned up a bit so he could look down at Lily, propping himself on his elbow. He loved to watch her, not only to see her being pleasured, but to gauge how he’d touch her. The new angle Lily provided allowed Harry’s fingers to go in deeper, reaching that spot with each curl of his fingers, and he applied his thumb to her clit to give her extra pleasure there as well.

Lily’s jaw dropped in a silent moan and her eyes flicked up to Harry’s. Finding him looking at her just made the pleasure even higher, her grip on him tightening at a certain spark of pleasure. “Babes,” she gasped.

Harry grinned softly as he leaned in a bit closer, brushing the tip of his nose against her cheek before kissing her jaw once. “Yes?” he teased, stimulating her clit and g-spot simultaneously and repeatedly.

Lily’s eyes fluttered between his kisses and his touch. “God, you are driving me…” A whimper interrupted her. “Absolutely mad.” She couldn’t help but squirm now.

Lily’s words had Harry grinning. He loved seeing the effects his touch had on her; the moaning, the squirming, all of it. He held her thighs open and in place with one of his own legs. “Oh, am I now?” his fingers brushed her hair back, “Looks to me like you’re enjoying it, though.”

The knot in Lily’s stomach just grew tighter and tighter. All she could do was nod in response to his assumption, no longer able to put together a sentence. Surely, he could tell that she was close by the way she clenched around his fingers and her nails dug into his side.

As much as he loved to watch Lily, he looked down so he could control his movements better. While he curled his fingers, he made quicker circles against her clit and added a little more pressure against it, knowing that Lily was right on the edge.

Lily’s head fell back with a loud moan as she came, back arching off the bed and hands holding onto Harry wherever she could. She definitely didn’t worry too much about what her hips were doing.

Harry stayed right there beside her, glad to have her gripping onto him when it all became overwhelming. He kissed at her jaw and gradually slowed his fingers as she came down, stopping and pulling them out altogether eventually. “My Lily,” he grinned and moved so he was directly over her, “So gorgeous.”

Lily panted softly as she came down. Her grip on Harry loosened and she now slowly ran her hands over him as she recovered from her orgasm. “Mm…hi, baby,” she hummed as she looked up at him with a soft smile.

“Hi there,” he smiled down at Lily, giving her all the time she needed to calm down. He loved getting to watch her ride through her pleasure and to hear her soft moans and pants. He was so lucky. “You’re so pretty,” he said without thinking, brushing his thumb against her bottom lip.

Lily smiled shyly under his thumb. “Gorgeous…pretty…” she repeated him. It was no secret Harry loved how she looked post-sex. He’d made that very apparent over the years. “Could say the same for you, handsome.”

Harry loved seeing Lily’s smile, he’d do whatever he could to have her grinning. “I don’t know, darling… I don’t think it’s possible for anyone to be as gorgeous as you,” he grinned, moving his hand down to cup her jaw.

Lily couldn’t help it when she rolled her eyes. “Love…now you’re just being ridiculous,” she laughed. Though his words had her cheeks staying flushed. Thankfully she could play it off as being from her orgasm.

Harry smiled and sat up in front of her, leaning back on his heels, so that he could cup her face in both of his hands now. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me!” He teased playfully with a grin, unable to resist rubbing his thumbs gently over her pink cheeks, “Miss blushy.”

Lily subconsciously reached up to gently hold his wrists, keeping his hand there. “You weren’t supposed to notice,” she mumbled, her cheeks burning even more under his touch. This was Harry; of course, he noticed.

Harry smiled softly down at her. He would stay there all night like that if she wanted him to. “Well, you always blush a little when you come,” Harry reasoned, “It’d be hard for me not to notice.”

Maybe he didn’t think it was from his onslaught of compliments. Lily would take that and run with it. “We each have our tells,” she agreed. She let go of one of his wrists to run her finger between his brows and down his nose. “Like you furrowing your eyebrows.”

Harry smiled and watched her hand, tilting his head up slightly to kiss the pad of her finger. They knew each other incredibly well, probably more than their own selves in some ways. “And you usually hold onto some part of me,” he listed, “Which I love.”

“I have to. You keep me grounded.” Lily meant that in more ways than one. She was known to have her thoughts run away with her, but Harry always brought her back. Which proved to be especially helpful with planning their wedding. It was all too easy to get overwhelmed.

Those words alone had Harry smiling even more. “I love you, darling,” he spoke softly and leaned back in towards Lily, pushing his lips out for a kiss. They balanced each other out well.

Lily eagerly kissed him, lifting her head to meet him halfway. “And I love you, babes,” she murmured against his lips.

Harry smiled against Lily’s lips and, of course, had to press a few more lingering kisses to them. He sat up, taking a moment to just have his eyes on her while he brushed her hair back behind her ears.

Lily returned every kiss as well as the adoring look Harry was giving her. Even if it did make her cheeks warm. “Are you going to make love to me, darling, or just look at me for the rest of the night?” she asked softly, a smile tugging at her lips.

Lily’s question pulled Harry out of his trance and got him laughing as well. “I didn’t know what the plan was. We got too caught up in complimenting each other,” he grinned at her and leaned in for some deeper kisses, having got a little soft while they sat and talked, “Kiss me a little first, darling.”

Lily giggled softly, but it stopped quickly once Harry’s lips were back on hers. She easily melted into his kisses and reached up to cup his cheek while the other rested on his chest. Before long, she was using that hand to push against him, signaling for him to lay on his back and easily following without breaking the kiss. For now, at least.

Harry was quickly pulled back in once their lips had reconnected, all of his focus on Lily. He followed her nudge and moved to lay down beside the spot where she laid previously, his head on the pillow and his hands going to her waist.

Lily swiftly moved over him, hands braced on either side of his shoulders as her lips began to wander. He had asked that she kiss him, but didn’t specify where. So, Lily began to dote on him with kisses placed from his neck and down his chest to the butterfly in the middle of his torso.

Harry slowly opened his eyes when Lily pulled away, curiously watching to see where she was headed. Regardless, her lips on his skin felt amazing. He combed his fingers gently through her hair the further she traveled down and hummed softly whenever she found one of his more sensitive spots.

Lily flicked her gaze up to him when she felt his fingers and her lips curved into a smile against his skin. “Is this helping?” she murmured. “You said to kiss you, but didn’t tell me quite where you wanted me to.” She was being coy, but she knew it was a surefire way to get Harry hard again.

Harry looked down at Lily and a soft smile slowly returned, dimples out and all. All of her attention and kisses on him had him easily growing hard again. Lily could turn him on doing just about anything, it was almost ridiculous. “Yes, you little tease,” he grinned and gently squeezed her cheek, “Can’t tell it’s helping?”

Sure, Lily could feel him against her lower stomach, but her attention had been more on his beautiful torso that she was obsessed with. “I’m not teasing, I’m doting on you. If you can do it to me, I should be able to return the favor,” she argued gently.

Harry nodded, deciding to not push it any further, and shifted to rest one of his arms between his head and the pillow. “Okay,” he smiled softly and traced his fingers along her shoulder before admitting, “I do love it when you dote on me.”

Lily’s heart squeezed in her chest when he adjusted to lay like that and subsequently, her thighs squeezed together as well. She couldn’t keep herself from attaching her lips to his skin once more. “That’s what I thought,” she mumbled, ghosting her lips between his abs to the fern leaves near his hips. She then placed kisses in a row, tracing the stem.

Harry smiled a bit, having gotten into a more comfortable position for Lily to spend her time on him, as long as she wanted. He wouldn’t complain. He was fully hard then as he watched, which became more apparent the lower on his body that she kissed.

Lily couldn’t resist letting her lips wander even lower, sitting back on her heels and stroking her hands down his sides to rest on his hips. Then she placed the lightest pecks to his member, completely being a tease now. Especially when she moved back up onto her hands and knees and crawled her way back up to be face to face with Harry.

Harry’s eyes were glued to Lily then as she kissed past his hips, wanting to see what her next steps would be. But when she abandoned his length after only a few quick kisses, his mouth dropped a little before turning upward into a smirk. He surely had evidence of her being a tease after doing that, despite her denying it moments ago. “Want me on top?” He asked anyways, gaze meeting Lily’s as she hovered over top of him.

Lily reached up with one hand to cup his cheek, thumb stroking over his light stubble, and nodded. “Yes, please,” she asked softly. “I loved it earlier when you wrapped me up and held me close. Want to be like that, but with you inside me.” Lily knew they could never get close enough for her own liking, but that was the closest they could get and she loved it.

Harry’s gaze and attention were fully on Lily as she spoke and he nodded slowly. He always strived to give Lily what she wanted, including sexually, and it helped that their needs were often the same. “Of course, darling,” he sat up and kissed along her jaw as he slowly pushed her onto her back, “It would be my pleasure.”

Lily moved with him to lay on her back and got comfortable, spreading her legs for him to settle between once more. “If you want lovey, I can pleasure you in the morning. I feel like it’s been a while,” she mused. Much like Harry, she didn’t like to go long between the times that she got to properly pleasure him with her mouth.

Harry followed Lily, moving over top of her and resting one of his hands against the mattress next to her body. He settled comfortably between her legs. “You know I’d always love that,” he gave her a soft smile looking into her eyes, and began to rub his length slowly along her core.

Lily inhaled softly at the feeling of him, trying not to react too much, but oh it felt good. “It’s a date,” she grinned at him. If he recouped tonight before they fell asleep, she’d happily pleasure him tonight. But otherwise, she could definitely plan on giving him a morning blowie to start his day off the right way.

Harry loved that years in, they were still so eager to pleasure each other. In this case, it gave him something to look forward to, and knew he’d be even more wanting to repay the favor afterwards. However, the feeling of Lily’s wetness currently against Harry had him so distracted and wanting to feel more of her, so he neglected to respond and instead slowly, yet easily, slipped the tip of himself inside of her.

Now Lily moaned softly and one of her hands moved to grip his hip eagerly. “More,” she requested. Harry could continue to move slowly, just so long as he continued to move and fill her more and more.

Harry smiled a little and wanted only to meet her request, so he pushed his hips towards hers slowly until he bottomed out and filled her completely. He couldn’t wait to be tucked into her more or to press kisses to her skin, but was content currently watching Lily take him, at least initially.

Lily seemed to hold her breath until he had finally filled her and then she released it. The ache between her legs increased at the sight of Harry watching himself disappear into her. They were both quite obsessed with it, so it was no surprise a sex mirror was mentioned often. Anything to allow them a new view.

Once Harry filled her completely, he began to move his hips in a slow rhythm and the feeling already had him moaning softly. He pressed himself against Lily and wrapped his arms around her, holding her just as she wanted, attaching his lips to her neck.

Lily’s arms wrapped around Harry in return, one hand coming up to bury her fingers in the curls at the back of his head. Once he set the pace, she was able to match it with her own hips, making sure he bottomed out each time.

Like Lily enjoyed being all wrapped up in Harry, he could admit he loved being this close to her just the same. He kissed at the hinge of her jaw, moaning every few times that their hips met and her fingers in his hair only amplified the pleasure he was feeling.

Of course, Harry’s moans drove her crazy, but especially when they were so close to her ear. He practically had her melting in his grip.

Harry held Lily close, tucking his head momentarily in the crook of her neck as they moved together. They had set up a consistent pace, quickly figuring out what worked best for both of them that night.

Lily was breathing heavily in no time, noises of pleasure scattered throughout. She placed light kisses to Harry’s neck and shoulder as she moved with him, content to enjoy this for as long as they could.

One of Harry’s favorites was hearing all of Lily’s noises and he’d simply never get enough. He picked his head up after a bit, their noses brushing together before he was leaning in to kiss her. He couldn’t keep the pleasure from building in his stomach the longer they went.

Lily groaned softly into the kiss, knowing that she was nearing her end. “Babes,” she breathed out against his lips. “I’m getting close.” She wasn’t quite ready for it to be over, but she would be more than happy to get Harry to his end. Especially if they could reach their orgasms together.

Harry gave a small nod as to not disrupt their kiss, moaning against her mouth. Lily felt too incredible and Harry was glad to know she wasn’t far behind. “Me too. Really close,” he breathed, their kisses getting a little sloppier and his brows beginning to furrow.

Lily’s fingers now gripped at Harry’s curls as she began to clench around him, barely able to hold it back. But she was so desperate to come with Harry or as close as she possibly could.

Harry’s grip on Lily tightened the closer he got to his high and could tell she was on the edge as well, neither having to verbalize it. They just knew. “Lily,” he panted and moaned as he released into her, eyelids fluttering shut and eyebrows knit together.

Lily was right behind him, a complete goner the second he released into her. Her hips no longer moved at a smooth pace; instead, they bucked up to Harry’s as they desperately chased their highs together.

Harry kept their pace as they reached their highs together, moans filling the room. She felt so good, thrusts becoming erratic along with her clenching around him. He made sure to only slow his movements once they began to come down, doing that together as well.

Lily’s chest was practically heaving as she came down. But she had a tired smile on her face, her eyes on Harry to watch that crinkle between his brows relax. She couldn’t help but lean up and place a kiss there.

Harry thoroughly enjoyed watching Lily not only reach her highs but come down from them too. He looked down at Lily, smiling softly when he saw where her kiss was headed, and pressed his own to the corner of her mouth as he caught his breath.

Lily giggled softly at his sneaky kiss. “I love you,” she whispered, a giddy grin on her face. She was more than ecstatic that she got to spend the rest of her life with Harry.

Harry smiled even bigger. “I love you moree,” he playfully argued. Still on top of her, Harry re-nuzzled his head between her neck and shoulder, his eyes closing. He was perfectly content. “Think I’m gonna stay right here for the rest of the night.”

Lily shook her head slightly. “That’s not possible,” she argued. Her arms instinctually moved to wrap around him further, fingers running through his curls and her lips pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I am more than okay with that.”

Harry was so comfortable in Lily’s arms and his own were still wrapped around her. “But what if I crush you?” he mumbled with a soft smile, growing more tired after their extremely busy day and night.

“Promise you won’t,” Lily murmured. Half of his body was between her legs anyways. Although he was still inside her which caused Lily quite the dilemma; on one hand it could be an issue if Harry fell asleep, but on the other hand, she didn’t want him to move.

“Okay, cutie,” he grinned. Harry laid there for a little longer before he knew he’d have to move, at least to pull out of her and move to the side. So, he did just that, keeping his movements gentle, and reaching down for the blankets once he was at Lily’s side.

Goosebumps sprung up on Lily’s skin when Harry moved and subsequently took his warmth with him. So, she was definitely eager to get under the blankets. She’d started to somewhat doze laying with Harry and now her movements were slower and more languid. “Come back,” she asked softly, lightly tapping at her collarbone.

Once next to Lily, Harry was moving to be as close as possible, his body against her side. They were sleepy and cuddly and all loved up. “Don’t worry, I’m coming,” he smiled lightly. His arm draped over her waist once he pulled the blankets up to cover them, his head resting just below her collarbone and slightly tucked into her neck again. “Love you.”

Lily held her arm out and once he’d laid his head down, she wrapped it around his shoulders. “Love you,” she whispered back. It had been a long and busy day and the two of them were more than ready for sleep.

Harry closed his eyes as he snuggled into her. Their busy day had them exhausted and Lily would have another full day the following one. He quickly fell asleep within minutes, being all warm and cozied up with Lily.

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crushplush · 2 years

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[Repost, don't reblog! Keep the TL clean!]

Seasonal Aesthetic Blog~

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the closed windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full-length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snow storm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost. paris in the spring. birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym/training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑. lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool. drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3am, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋. the leaves changing colors. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ). abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

//I don't know who to tag, it's been a while though! So! Repost and do this if you want!

#meme 🎼

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bobfloydssunnies · 4 years

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character candles

So last night I was telling lish ( @buckysbeloved ) about my character candles so I thought i’d just make a master post about them and the scents they are

I’ll start with my star wars ones first which i have 3 characters: Din, Poe and Cassian

Din: Vanilla & Bergamot, the candle i have also has a slight hint of coconut but overall its a clean scent and simple to me. Bergamot has a little bit of a citrus note but it’s been said to help ease stress and anxiety which we know din is stressed (and im anxious it’s a perfect match)

Poe: His candle is called Harvest Nights and has notes of warm birchwood, smoked cedar and ambered hickory with crushed spices and hints of autumn plum. It has a warmth feeling to it like its one that brings the comfort of a hug (at least to me) or like being bundled up in blankets on a rainy night

Cassian: His candle is called sweater weather ( a bi anthem we love the neighborhood) but the listed fragrance notes for it are fresh sage, juniper berry, aromatic eucalyptus and fresh woods. It’s a sharp clean scent and its like not over the top.

The other candle I have for a character is one I bought that people were saying was good for Poe and I didn’t like so its become my Santi candle but that one is a whiskey and oak candle which just has a spicy scent to it like its hard to explain

#speaking to the moon [aimee talks]#i love buying candles and figuring out character scents like i spend alot of time smelling candles #the amount of time i can and will spend smelling candles to find the right one is just a little too long

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spicyz-enthusiast · 3 years

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Things that remind them of you (spicyz line)

♡이희승 || Lee Heeseung

sweater paws. heeseung's clothes are always either just the right size for you or way too big for you due to your height difference and his love of baggy comfortable clothes. most of the time, his sweaters and hoodies are bigger and baggier on you to the point where your hands struggle to peek out from the sleeves. he thinks it's absolutely adorable whenever you waddle over to him with a giant smile on your face. hee would wrap you in a tight bear hug and kiss your cheeks and nose, dying at how cute you look in his clothes.

"sweetie, i dont know how much more cuteness i can handle~ you look adorable in my hoodie, can you keep it please? 🥺"

pastries. you had a short phase where you got obsessed with baking and making sweet desserts. you saw a video one time and thought about learning how to make them for your boyfriend. heeseung had come home multiple times to your shared apartment smelling like the bakery down the street. you greet him with excitement and drag him into the kitchen to show off everything you've made. he was, indeed, impressed by your beginner baking skills. he smiles at you so wide, giving you a kiss and a hug. he praises you so much and would most likely brag about it to his members to the point ni-ki had started asking both of you if he could have a taste of your desserts HAHA

"lovely, these look so good! gosh, i dont know how lucky i am to have such a talented s/o, good job baby!"

when that phase went away, the smell of your baked goodies had imprinted itself on heeseung's mind to the point where he'd find himself smiling whenever he passes by the bakery on his way back from work. it smelled so warm and so sweet, it smelled like home. like you. he even went as far as buying a cookie scented candle for himself in the dorms when he's away from you, and he always brings home your favorite cake during their breaks.

♡김선우 || Kim Sunoo

pillows. sunoo cant begin to express how much comfort you give him. you being in his arms and vice versa, even if you arent cuddling. being in your presence eases his mind so much. whenever you're away from each other, he'd hug a pillow that was sprayed with your cologne. pillows are soft, just like you. gentle, just like you. whenever he has a hard time, he hugs that pillow and reminisces about the times you've spent together. even then, pillows aren't enough to fulfill your absence, which is why sunoo gives you a long and tight squeeze whenever he gets to visit you. he pouts and tells you how much he's missed you and how much he looked forward to seeing you again.

"i'm so happy to be back in your arms, my love."

flowers. you both have a shared love for flowers after spending time with each other so much. you had also started using sunoo's perfume every once in a while and he'd get so happy and giddy when he notices. whenever flowers are involved in a photoshoot, he gets so smiley smelling all the flowers, pointing out how a specific combination of scents remind him of you. with the amount of flowers standing by, he works even harder because he knows how you'll be looking forward to seeing the results. sunoo would also surprise you by coming home with a small bouquet of flowers, consisting of both yours and his favorite kinds.

"it always feels like you're there for me whenever i see a patch of flowers growing by the side of the road. always remember that i'll be here for you whenever you need me too, okay?"

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baroquebucky · 3 years

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the 5 love languages

in which you and bucky love each other, in every and any love language possible

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a/n: hi hi guys !! hope u all enjoy this i went overboard again srry for any typos !! :]

Bucky loved you. He loved everything about you. He loved the way you dressed, the way you cooked, the way you laughed, the way you talked. He loved every aspect of you, even when you were cranky and would stomp away from him in a fit of anger, he loved you.

You loved Bucky. You loved everything about him, the way he bit his lip when he was frustrated, the way he leaned on everything when he was standing, how his eyes would crinkle when he smiled, how he would take deep breaths when he was upset about something. You loved every aspect of him, even when he would try to shut you out and deal with things on his own.

1) gift giving

“I’ve read all the reviews it’s supposed to be so good, i hope it isn’t overhyped or ill be really upset” you pouted, setting some brownies on a plate for Bucky, putting the plate in his hand without him even asking. He smiled, thanking you silently.

“it looked good from the trailer you showed me” he spoke, eyes trained on the brownies in hand, he just wanted to eat them already.

“buck i baked the brownies for you, eat them” you laughed softly and he blushed, immediately going for a bite, chewing for a second before stopping.

“that bad huh?” You joked, about to make another comment when he cut you off, shaking his head and swallowing his bite, going in for another right after. Within seconds the piece in his hand was gone.

“oh?” You grinned and threw his head back, moaning dramatically as he finished eating the piece.

“this is the best brownie I’ve ever had in my whole life” he spoke, his face serious as he stated you in the eyes, getting up and kissing your face all over.

“Bucky!” You laughed, shoving him slightly, a smile on his face.

“I know you said you didn’t want anything but i saw this at the store and-” Bucky began, knowing you were gonna be upset he bought you something when you told him the brownies were just out of love.

“James!” You scolded him, trying to look angry but failing as a smile creeped onto you face, eyes landing on the bag he held in his hand.

“Cmon baby you’ll love it” you let out a sigh, a grin playing on your lips as you opened the bag, eyes landing on a pretty notebook and your grin grew wider.

“i know you said you wanted to start journaling so” he motioned to the book and you smiled, cheeks hurting.

“thank you bucky i love it” you kissed his cheek before setting the notebook on the table, sitting on the couch next to him and turning on the movie.

Bucky always bought you little things, he loved visiting antique shops and almost every time he brought back something to give you. His excuse being one of three:

“it was too cute to not get!”

“it made me think of you and so i had to get it”

“i figured i could have it as decoration or you would find some use for it”

You told yourself next time he bought you a gift you wouldn’t take it, and every time your heart melted at his actions and you couldn’t help it.

You would be a hypocrite, considering how often you also bought bucky little things. Getting his his favorite snacks and fruit, buying him shirts and jackets when you went shopping because you knew he’d been wanting some, getting him small decoration items because he wanted to decorate his apartment and buying him candles knowing he loved having his apartment smell nice.

2) acts of service

You and Bucky could either have nothing to do or have no time to breathe, no in between.

Bucky loved helping you when you were stressed, he loved knowing he was helping you stress out less.

He would help you with anything he could, cooking for you, helping you with your work, helping with daily chores so you wouldn’t have to worry about them and you could focus on your tasks.

You loved helping Bucky when he was busy. Being an avenger was tough work and you knew how exhausted bucky would get. You just wanted him to relax when he had the chance.

You would buy his groceries along with yours when has barely returned from a mission, bruised and battered, making him breakfast in bed and stocking his fridge and pantry. You would help clean up his wounds, scolding him when he didn’t want to, saying he would be fine and he just wanted to cuddle you.

When you were both busy you still found ways of helping each other, always trying to decrease the others load, wanting nothing but happiness for each other.

3) quality time

When you both had nothing but time you spent it together. Doing work silently, watching movies or tv shows, baking and cooking together, playing board games, anything you could think of.

Both of you loved going out to the park, walking hand in hand and enjoying the cool breeze, sitting down to watch the sunset and smiling at each other when he was caught staring at you.

You would have some spare painting supplies lying around from the time you had a bob ross night with the team, gathering them up and painting with Bucky for the night.

40’s music filling the air as the two of you talked and painted, ignoring everything except each other.

4) physical touch

Bucky was touch starved, he wanted to be held and loved.

And you did just that.

You peppered Bucky in kisses, holding hand and playing with hair, cuddling him any chance you got. You would sit next to him and lay your head on his chest, letting him wrap his arm around you and pull you closer.

Bucky would always be holding you, having his hand on your thigh while he drove or hold your hand when you went out together, sometimes just linking your pinkies together. He would drape and arm around your waist when you slept next to him, holding you securely and protecting you from the world.

Bucky loved running his fingers through your hair, braiding it absentmindedly at times, kissing your forehead when he finished.

He loved kissing you. Placing sloppy kisses all over your face because he loved hearing you giggle, quieting you with a gently kiss on your lips before pulling away and wrapping you in his arms.

You would hold Bucky when he was upset, running your fingers through his hair and kissing the top of his head. You would let him be the little spoon at times and hold him tightly, making sure he knew you weren’t gonna leave him.

5) words of affirmation

Bucky needed reassurance sometimes and that was okay, you were more than happy to tell him how much you loved him.

“you’re doing amazing bucky I’m so proud of you” you would tell him, looking him in the eyes and pulling him into your arms.

“i love you so much lovebug, you mean so much to me” he would stare at the ground, refusing to believe how lucky he was. But you would always gently lift his face, look him in the eyes and assure him that you loved him.

Sometimes he would have a rough day on a mission, he would be upset and cranky, ending your calls short as opposed to his usual bubbly and excited ones that could go on for hours. You would send him some texts, hoping to boost his mood

i love you and i know you’re doing your best

im proud of you, can’t wait for you to come home to me <3

Bucky loved them, his mood always lifting after reading them.

He would always reassure you, when you were sad, upset or just in a bad mood. He would remind you how much he loved you and how proud he was of you, telling you how far you’d come and how much you’d achieved.

“you’re so amazing and so talented angel, you can get through this” he told you, helping you get through the absurd amount of work you had.

When he was away for long periods of times he would have letters he left for you, telling you to open them on certain days so you wouldn’t miss him too much. Writing to you and telling you how much he loved you, wishing he was there to tell you himself.

Sometimes you got in your head after arguing, Bucky was always there to help you out.

“do you still love me” you whispered, eyes red and teary. You had argued an hour ago and had yet to speak to each other, giving yourselves space to calm down.

Bucky was upset, but he immediately softened at your words, moving to sit next to you and pull you into his chest, stroking your hair softly so you could calm down.

“you’re mine angel, you have me forever” he whispered, “of course i love you baby, nothing is ever gonna change that, especially not one argument.”

You both apologized, talking everything out and spending the night cuddled up. Bucky telling you how much he loved you and you telling him all he meant to you.

Five languages of love.

You thought you would only speak one, maybe two.

Bucky thought he could never learn to speak any again.

You were both wrong.

When it came down to your love for bucky and his love for you, both of you spoke all five languages, and you spoke them well, never failing to remind the other just how much you loved them.

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