#vanilla bean anything has my heart and soul

[milf-murdock]

Taken from @moondirti and @eilidh-eternal ☺️ because I love an ask game 🥰

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party.

np tags: @astraluminaaa and liiiiterally anyone else that wants to participate this was fun 😌

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Apple Crumble NSFW Alphabets Day 16: Charles Lee Ray

Day 16 of Fictober and day 2 of the NSFW alphabets!, I hope you all have been enjoying this direction I've taken fictober as when I post the materlist at the end of the month you'll see my vision for how I wanted to make a "Menu" you could order from with different items on it.

This is another man I am FERAL for, so I hope you all enjoy all the heart and soul I put into this LMAO.

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut and Smutty themes. NSFW.

A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

You are this man's entire world. Whatever you need he'll get it for you, he'll take you to the bathroom and run you a bath, get you a glass of water, anything. Just say it and it's yours.

B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):

He's cocky so he likes his brain out of everything. He's a serial killer who's never been caught of course he thinks he's the smartest person in the world.

As previously stated, when it comes to you he loves everything. To him you have no faults and the sun might as well rise and set with you.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum):

Despite the fact he's literally a serial killer, I don't think he'd like the mess of it so he's cumming inside you. Doesn't matter where but he just can't be bothered to clean up the mess.

D is for Dirty Secret:

The thought that he could easily kill you at any point while the two of you are having sex really gets him going. He knows even though he's a psychopath he would NEVER hurt a hair on your head but he sometimes just can't keep his mind from fantasizing.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):

He hasn't really had many stable long term relationships, let's not forget his time with Tiff wasn't exactly "Healthy" but nevertheless between that and various flings with both victims and non victims alike he's been able to find what he likes and what he doesn't so he has enough experience to be able to please you.

F is for Favorite Position:

He likes missionary the best, sure it's vanilla but he wants to make eye contact with you. He loves to watch your face change and emotions wash over your eyes as you unravel underneath him.

G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):

He'll crack a few smiles and every so often you'll be able to get a laugh out of him, but for the most part he likes to take things serious. He's not a complete hardass about it and he'll let you have fun.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):

Again despite the whole killer thing, in his personal life he strives for cleanliness. He keeps things nice and trimmed and clean for you. Don't be afraid to give him feedback too. If you want him to be a little more trimmed he'll certainly accommodate.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):

The most romantic bean you'll ever meet. He wants you to feel loved, cared for and protected while your with him (So you won't leave) but also cause he just loves you. He strives for intimacy with you.

J is for Jackoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):

He doesn't really like to jackoff, he'll do it if for some reason he can't get to you or your out of the house or something, but he really likes to save himself for you. Especially when you guys start getting super serious.

K is for Kink (Their kinks):

Chuck is a dom, but a really soft dom. He likes having control but he also wants to be good to his baby.

He also has a slight affinity for bondage, but more so on the side of blindfolds and sensory depravation. He likes the thrill of you not knowing where he's gonna come from or what he's gonna do.

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):

His house, it's the safest place for him to keep you away from the prying eyes and well the police, but he will admit the times you two have had quickies in is car after a killing have made him feel some type of way.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):

If you ever offer him a lap dance or strip tease he might as well just melt on the spot, especially if you start off in one of his shirts. He loves seeing you in his clothes. He also has a real obsession with domesticity, like if he's had a long day and comes home to you cooking him a nice warm meal he's essentially putty in your hands.

N is for No (Something they won't do):

He won't hurt you, no choking, no hitting, no slapping. Nothing like that. He also won't share you, he won't hurt you but he's still possessive as hell over you. If another person even looks at you in a certain way their as good as dead.

O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):

He can go for both giving and receiving to be honest. If you wanna help him relieve some stress after a kill he's all for it and he'll love it. However fully expect him to do the favor back to you. He wants you to feel as good as you make him.

P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):

Slow and sensual, most other things in his life are rough and messy. He doesn't want that part to leak into your sex life. Like I said before he wants to make love you to, chucky doesn't fuck.

Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):

If he can help it, no, but every so often he gets so worked up and just can't wait for the two of you to get home or get to a bed. Afterwards he'll apologize to you and take you to a bed to treat you right.

R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?):

He knows what he likes and what he doesn't like so he's not gonna wanna really experiment as far as himself goes, but if you wanna try something new he's all for it. He's down to anything you want except if it's anything in is no category.

S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):

Are you kidding? He kills people for a living, he's down to go as long as you want too. He can go for however long but usually stops at some point for you to take a breather or to get you cleaned up and ready for bed.

T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):

This is another thing that's up to you. If you wanna buy them and try them out he's fully down to help you out but he's really not into it. It's a been there done that type of thing, He's tried them before he's just not into them.

U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):

He teases, but it's very very playful teasing, not particularly unfair but it can get you worked up. He'll never bring you to tears or anything though, he'd feel to bad about that.

V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):

He moans, not loud, but he definitely moans. He wants you to know what your doing to him. He wants you to know how you make him feel.

W is for Wild Card (Random things):

Your government name is not a name he ever calls you by, even if he's mad at you. It's pet names all the way, he particularly likes to call you doll, baby, maybe even sweetheart.

X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):

He's not very girthy but he's got enough length and he sure knows how to use it. He's a good 5 and a half maybe 6 inches. Not a lot of girth and pretty straight shooting when he's hard.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

He doesn't have the highest sex drive, but when it's there, it's there and he's gonna need some sort of release.

Z is for ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep?):

He stays up for a bit to make sure your ok, once you've bathed and have been cleaned up he'll lay next to you in bed and cuddle you while the two of you make light conversation. Slowly but surely the conversations will die down and the two of you will nod off in each others arms.

[stickywhiteash]

Spilled the beans ||Kakashi x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol

Word count: (780)

Sitting at a bar, drinking with your comrades, you slam down a cup and demand another. It was supposed to be light hearted fun, a little get together, yet you’re spilling out all of your woes to Kurenai about a particular shinobi.

A few hours prior to going out with the gang, you had initially asked Kakashi if he wanted to check out the new sushi place down the street. The flat rejection of “I’m busy” and him continuing to fly off to the hokage’s office crushed your self confidence.

Here you are, brazenly drunk at an ungodly hour with Asuma, Kurenai, Genma and Anko. How long has it been since everyone first arrived? Who knows. Guy was also supposed to join in with the gang earlier but reported he was busy as well.

At some point you were singing with the crew, the next you were about to throw hands with some man who dared touch. Anko, off to the side, is egging you on to rearrange his face. The ones holding you back is Genma and Kurenai, deciding you’ve had far too much to drink and should probably head home.

It felt like the heavens above loved to tease your poor soul. Both Guy and Kakashi pulled up to the party. They would be fashionably late if it weren’t more than 3 hours after the appointed time. Something something, Guy challenged him and didn’t know if everyone would still be here.

“See, my eternal rival! They’re still here youthful and kicking it!”

“Glad you two could make it.”

“Ah, actually I was just stopping by.”

While you could over hear what people were saying, your mind was too fogged up to process what was going on. Instead, you were still telling Anko how you one hundred percent could have taken that creep.

“He…! Would have deserved it y’know! Ya can’t just yknow! Go around touchin’ people like that.”

“Mm.”

“See? See? He woulda haddit co—“

The next thing you knew, you were hoisted up by someone piggy back style. Before you could protest, the warmth of their body and scent of vanilla calms your alcohol induced rage. A round of farewells sends you and your escort off. Smile, wave, and nuzzle into whoever is taking you home.

“Mister escort? You are taking me home right?”

“Yes”

“Okay.. How do you know where I live?”

“That’s a secret”

A gasp, “YOU’RE NOT KIDNAPPING ME ARE YOU?”

“Ah, yes. All of your friends let you be whisked away by some stranger.”

Shaking your head, you mumble in disbelief, “I can’t believe them. They’ll pay for this.”

There’s a pause. Streetlights pass over head steadily. Cool air clings on to your face as he walks.

“Mister escort? Do you have anyone you love?”

Muscles tense underneath you. Sighing, you continue talking, the words still slurring.

“Hey. Promise me you won’t tell anyone?”

“Tell anyone what?”

“Oi! gotta promise first!!”

“Sure.”

“Piiiiiinky promise!”

One arm unlatches from the man’s neck and holds out the little digit.

“Okay, okay. Promise.”

The gesture is returned, linking the the two appendages.

“Do you know… hmnn uh Kakashi Hatake? Think everyone knows him. If you don’t you’re really living under a rock mister!”

Another sigh, another huff. You bury your face into the crook of this man’s neck, covered in fabric.

“I love him.. A lot. I don’t know if he loves me back but what I do know Is that I have to be the one who has to confess first. He would rather bury his emotions six feet under and then jump off a cliff than say anything. He’s— He’s lost so much; I don’t blame him. Even if.. And even if Kakashi doesn’t return my feelings, that’s okay. All I want is to see that man happy and at peace for once in his life. He might not believe it but he deserves to love and be loved.”

“… Why do you love someone like him?”

“Are you kidding? He puts his friends and comrades first over rules, over the mission. His loyalties lies in them. I feel like that’s hard to come by these days. Who wouldn’t want someone like that in their life?”

Your escort stops in front of your door, not saying a single word. Bending down, he lets you off his back.

“You promised not to tell anybody, okay? Especially not him! If I find out you told him.. I’ll hunt you down, Mister Escort,” you threaten, not bothering to look at his face. With poor coordination you struggle to unlock the door. The only thing you wanted right now was to get inside and fall asleep. Once it unlocks and the entrance to your apartment is open, you bid the man a thank you and farewell.

After the door shuts in his face, he whispers. The words are barely audible.

“I love you too.”

[english8muffin]

Cozy winter

Summary: going to the market, being cheeky in the parking lot and a warm cuddly morning sprinkled with some funny-business

Warning: Cute banter, smut (NSFW), fluff

Word count: Around 5300 words!

I want to open this with one of my favorite quotes ever, so if you allow me ;)

“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”  -Kurt Vonnegut 

“We need muffins.”

“We don’t NEED muffins, what we need are some fresh fruit and vegetables, ” Henry butts in. You frown and look up at him, “Oh whatever, Hen. You eat your greens, beans, potatoes and tomatoes, while I get fat by munching on some sweet, sweet, delicious chocolate muffins.”

 He sends you a smirk from across the aisle. It was always fun to do mundane things, like going to get coffee together or grocery shopping, when he was home from filming. The last year you went to university it was very hard to be away from him for such a long time, especially when you still lived in Europe. You would fly over to England once in a blue moon, when Henry was in London and your schedule would allow it. Other times your relationship existed out of phone and video calls. It was a rough period, if you have to be honest. But It made the two of you closer and your bond stronger. It’s true what they say, absence does make the heart grow fonder. 

You let Henry know you were going to get the ingredients for the muffins and start pushing the shopping cart in the direction of the baking supplies. As you walk back to the fresh produce section, you get distracted. So many colorful packaging was just screaming your name…

“What the- lovey! I thought you were going to get your muffin ingredients,” Henry cackles and almost doubles over seeing the now full shopping cart.

It took you a second to answer, a bit too focused on his beautiful face and the smile lines that appeared when he laughed. You quickly try to defend yourself, so he doesn’t think you have no self-control, even though, you know your eyes were bigger than your stomach.

“No! I did get them, they’re just underneath the other bags,” you trail off, eyes drifting to the floor. You sigh, “I just saw this aisle with all the snacks. These magnificent snacks. And, Hen, I’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life! And, Hen-Henry! Henry, listen! Stop laughing at me! It was a moment of weakness! You can’t judge me! You don’t even know how they taste, I promise you, you will understand once you take a bite of everything!”

Henry wipes away a small tear at the corner of his eye and kisses the top of your head. You stroll around the aisles, trying to work through the rest of your grocery list, but suddenly you stop dead in your tracks.

“Hen,” you say, trying to get his attention. He gives you a hum in return, letting you know he heard you, “why on god’s green earth does my grocery list say ‘sex’?” You tilt your head up to his face, seeing a bashful grin. 

You shake your head, clicking your tongue disapprovingly, “it isn’t even on top of the list! You put your oatmeal protein shake before sex, fuck, you even put curry before sex, you really need to get your priorities straight!”

After getting some more stuff, like pak choi, steak, tofu and the ingredients for Henry’s beloved curry you always make him, you walk to the register. 

The petite Asian lady gives you a smile and takes a little peak at Henry, who was too busy looking at the various Chinese cough drops that are displayed in front of the counter. Her brows rise behind her thick glasses, “哇，大帅哥。你很幸运啊。” (Wow, big handsome man. You are very lucky, ah.) She says, turning back to you and winking. You can’t help but chuckle. Grinning you send her an ‘I know’-look.

Hearing your laugh, Henry looks over his shoulder with a questioning look. But you just smile and shake your head.

You two quickly get everything in the reusable shopping bags you brought with you. It was getting late and more people were getting off of work and wanted to do some last-minute grocery shopping. Henry takes both of the flower printed bags and the two of you walk to the car. It was getting colder, your breath turning into puffs of smoke. You look up at the sky glooming over you. They promised snow tonight. 

Seeing Henry load the bags in the trunk, his ass proudly sticking out in the air, you give it a pinch. You just couldn’t resist. It was just there, so you better make use of the situation. 

Feeling your hand touch his behind, Henry turns around, an unamused look on his face.

“Excuse me, miss. But that is mine,” he says, really playing up his posh accent.  “I sure hope you disinfected those filthy little paws of yours.” He cutely scrunches his nose, doing a once over and trying so hard to keep himself from smiling, but failing miserably. He turns back around and arranges the bags in the booth so they won’t tip over.

There is a moment of silence, just the noise from cars driving up and off the parking. From the corner his eye Henry sees the stare you give him but ignores it with a small smirk.

“You know,” you begin with a cheeky undertone, making him curious, “I bet I could kick your ass,” you grin, looking at him and trying to gauge his reaction. 

“What was that, doll?”

“You heard me, big lad!”

“Oh really?” He asks and looks at you, towering over you like a brick wall. His eyes glimmering with mischief. Yeah, no, this was NOT a good idea. 

You squirm a little and a small nervous giggle leaves your lips.

“Yes, I can. Watch m-AHHHH! HENRY!” You squeal as he lifts you and throws you over his shoulder, fully forgetting you are in public. “Let me down, you caveman!” You laugh, slapping his left ass cheek. But he ignores your plea and just slaps your ass in return. 

Wiggling a little, you challenge him, “Beat me up! Come on, do it!” 

He turns his head and playfully bites the exposed skin by your hip, making you shriek like a little kid. 

Henry lets out a loud belly laugh and puts you back on your feet. As soon as the tips of your Dr. Martens touch the pavement, you get pushed against the car. Trapping you between the icy cold black metal and his warm body. His arm goes around your waist and pulls you closer to his front.

“I love you.” The words are hushed but you hear them loud and clear, making a shiver go down your spine. The both of you look at each other, completely enamored and grinning like idiots. Noses and the apples of your cheeks rosy, bitten from the cold.

“I love you too,” you whisper back. His hand glides inside your coat and underneath the thick knitted jumper you finished to other day. He just needed to feel you. You lean up a little and gently push your lips to his, adoring the familiar warmth that fell over you whenever you’d kiss. Before you can come in for a second smooch, he frowns at you. 

“Thought you were going to beat my ass?” He mocks, trying to imitate your accent. 

Lightly tapping your finger against your chin, you pretend to be in thought. 

“Well, this is much more fun.”

“Hmm, agreed,” he grins, already eyeing your red swollen lips and tilting his head towards yours. 

You hear heavy footsteps coming closer, the wooden floorboards slightly creaking under the weight. It was getting dark outside, the overhead lights in the kitchen casting a homey hue down on the oak countertops. Your ‘cooking playlist’ was filling the room with some gentle tunes. You also had a ‘dancing in the kitchen playlist’ but that one was mostly used in the mornings. You hum along to the melody when stirring in the stew you were preparing for the evening, rocking your hips side to side. The stew was softly bubbling away, spreading an amazing aroma around the house. 

The footsteps stop behind you. A moment later two big, sweater wrapped arms envelop around you, delicately caressing you. Henry lovingly pulls your loose braid to the side and places his head onto your shoulder, trying to get a peak at what was in front of you on the stove. 

“What smells so good in here?” Just then Henry’s stomach makes a loud grumbling noise from the mouthwatering smell going on in the kitchen, you chuckle. 

He had been gaming before this, you could hear the tiredness in his voice, it was a bit lower and more hoarse than normal. Whenever he was tired like this, he’d just turn into your big cuddly bear, you loved it. 

Dinner was almost done. You made one of the dishes your grandma used to make for you when you were younger. You won’t lie, it was pretty difficult at first to decipher the little recipe she send you in the post, but now you knew it by heart. 

“Cantonese style braised beef stew with white radish, bean curd sheets and a side of rice,” you inform him and brush your hand over his, that was placed on your stomach. Hearing that, he has to make sure he’s not drooling.

“And for dessert…” You nod your head toward the piping hot apple crumble pie currently cooling on the kitchen island. “We still have some vanilla ice cream if you want to have that with your pie. I know you want to be healthy, but I just really wanted to make a pie and this one does have filling,” you ramble, joking on the last part about the filling. He probably thought you were pestering him with his diet that most likely didn’t allow him to eat it. 

You wince a bit, feeling him tense against you. “You don’t have to eat it, my love, promise!”

“No petal, you’re just… you’re just so perfect,” Henry admits, pressing a kiss just below the strap of the pistachio green apron you were wearing, nuzzling his nose in your tousled hair.

It was a gloomy Saturday morning in London. If your alarm hadn’t gone off, you wouldn’t have known it was morning already.

Yesterday after dinner, the two of you cuddled up on the sofa, under a warm blanket with Kal snuggled up on your lap. His head resting in your lap, while his tail occasionally slapped Henry in the face, making you burst out laughing and Henry almost choke on the fur. The akita would fondly press his snout deeper against you, really loving the head scratches he was receiving. Both you and Henry were fully satisfied with the tasty dinner you had paired with a glass of wine and were now cheekily flirting with each other while watching a detective movie, of which you missed the plot because you were, well, differently occupied…

Now the bedroom held a calm, soft aura, a dim light streaming in through the linen curtains. You let out a little whimper, not wanting to leave the bubble you are in and stretch out your limbs. A bit sore from sleeping in a weird angle, amongst other things. Behind you, you hear a small sound of protest and before you know it, you are engulfed by a strong arm. Henry hides his face in the side of your neck, keeping his eyes closed, groaning, clearly displeased with the fact it was morning already. 

You smile, this was your favorite kind of morning. Warm and cozy in bed, cuddling with your boyfriend. You turn around, careful to not let any cold air under the duvet, your arm going around the large form beside you and curling your fingers in the mess of curly hair. Henry moaned, burying his face lower, between your breasts. Now fully content and still a bit dazed by sleep, he lets out the most awful snore. Even though he sounded like a drowning goat when he snored, you couldn’t do anything other than coo and gently scratch your fingers on his scalp, lovingly gazing at the man beside you. 

“Are we going to be lazy couch potatoes today?” You chuckle, placing a kiss on his forehead, wild curls tickling your nose as you do so. Your voice was still a little raspy, but Kal apparently still heard you, and pushed open the door to come snuggle in bed with his favorite humans. 

“What time is it?” Henry groans. 

“Around 8.”

“We can be busy bees if you want,” Henry whispered against the swell of your breast, peppering delicate kisses on the bare skin. “Or better yet, busy bunnies.”

Kal was now situated on the end of the bed, head on his paws while the serenity of the room made him doze off. His dad on the other hand was now slowly waking up, as his hand crept lower and lower over your body. You giggled and pushed his hand away.

“There is a child present ,” you motion towards a sleeping Kal, who lays stretched out on the feathery duvet, already heading off to dreamland looking content as ever. Henry lifts his head, peering at his buddy and snorts, “he’s seen much worse, haven’t you bear?” But he doesn’t get acknowledged. 

Laying his head back, he reaches up to push your hair out of your face before grabbing your cheek and pulling you down for a kiss. He places three kisses on your swollen lips, lightly sucking on the bottom one.

“May-,” you try to say something, but he just pushes his mouth harder against yours. Quickly taking the opportunity to stop you from making excuses. A hoarse chuckle rumbles from his chest, as he wraps you in his arms.

“Stop talking, woman, and kiss me back.” You let out a small moan and grip the curls you were playing with moments ago. He deepens the kiss slightly, tongue invading your mouth, surprising you. A subdued hum escapes your mouth, resulting in him grabbing the back of your neck, as the other rests on your hip. The kiss gets deeper and more passionate as the minutes go by. Getting a bit overwhelmed you pull back slowly, softy panting. 

“Hmm, so sweet, darling,” he says smugly, earning a little smack to the chest as a bright blush covers your cheeks. Like it wasn’t already hard enough to resist him and stay in the warm bed all morning, he does this. Henry rolls your naked body over so you’re straddling him, a large hand wraps itself around your hair. He tugs, not too hard though, so he has more access to shower open mouthed kisses on your neck and chest. Leaving you a breathless mess on top of him. His hands trail from the top of your back to your rear, squeezing your cheeks before giving them a fast slap, making you take in a breath. 

From all the shuffling, little snickers and kissing noises, Kal woke up and groaned, irritated that his humans couldn’t just hanky-panky somewhere else. With a last disapproving look, he jumps off the bed, landing with a thump. From the sound of paws hitting the wooden floor and toddling down the stairs, you look over your shoulder, duvet falling down so you sat there fully naked, much to Henry’s delight. 

Then you felt it. It was normal for Henry to get hard in the morning. To be honest, he would be a bit worried if his cock wasn’t hard first thing when waking up.

Involuntarily you grind down, drawing a heavy moan from deep in his chest. Holding intense eye contact with him, you start humping over his bare front, mewling like a kitten in heat. It was embarrassing how he had you wrapped around his finger. A cheeky smile formed on his face, “look who came around.” Your body was practically begging for sex. 

Pouting, you keep on moving your hips in a tantalizing slow rhythm, scratching at his hairy chest. Making sure you kept your eyes on his, he licked his three middle fingers and a second later you feel him reaching between your thighs, wiping his fingers down your slit. Tensing up a little, you try to hold back a grunt at the sensation. 

“Oh darling,” he started, his voice going an octave lower, “what a mess you’ve made.”

He pulls back and observes your reaction when he pops his finger in his mouth.

“Wet and sweet, like always.”

“You are so nasty,” you whisper in total awe at what he manages to do to your body. He snickers and you quickly grab his hand, pushing it back between your thighs, “I didn’t tell you to stop, though.”

Your jaw goes slack, the moment you feel his thick fingers moving in and out of you. He was hitting just the right spot, making you groan and throw your head back. He felt like he couldn’t hold back anymore, he quickly flips you over so he’s on top of you, fully trapping you underneath his body and smashes his mouth on yours. Everything was happening so fast that you couldn’t pay attention to every incredible thing he was making you feel. Taking his cock in hand, he rubs his shaft against you, up and down, pressing it so you could feel the length. You look up at him, veins bulging in his neck, eyes dark, face already becoming flushed. God, he was so sexy. Grabbing your legs, he pushes your knees back so you were completely spread open and at his mercy. 

He curses under his breath and lines himself up with you sticky center. Stifling your moans and pants, by pressing his lips to yours, when he slowly sinks his thick cock inside. 

“Oh my god,” you whine, feeling him stretching your walls apart, pushing himself deeper and deeper. 

“Y’feel so warm and tight, my love. M’so hard it hurts.” Henry whines against your lips, lacing his fingers in between yours. He trails kisses in your neck and under your ear, trying to get as close to you as possible. He loved feeling your body against his. Your walls were so plushy and wet for his cock, he wanted to stay buried in you forever. 

“M’gonna make you feel so good, darling,” he whispers in your ear. You whine softly, getting worked up, “please.”

He smirked, obviously liking your plea. 

Instead of giving you a nice, hard pounding, Henry wanted to go slow. It was still very early in the morning, the both of you still barely awake and he wanted to savor this moment with you.

“Oh, Hen-,” you pant softly, loving every bit of it. As he pushes deeper into you, you can feel his entire weight pressing down against you. The weight comforted you in a sense, like others would with a weighted blanket. He prolonged his strokes, making sure that when he slid out you could feel every centimeter of him, but then slid back in quickly. 

“Fuck.” He grumbles into your neck, “feels so good, love,” he praises, nibbling on the skin under your ear, grabbing a handful of your hair pulling it back. You move you hands from his grasp and push them up his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

“So good,” you moan out to him, feeling his cock nudge at the extremely sensitive spot deep inside your core. He lifts his head to look at you, seeing your mouth formed into the letter ‘o’, head tilted back into the cloud-like pillow and eyes screwed shut. A string of desperate moans falls from your lips. 

This was what he loved, seeing his love, his girl react to the way he was pleasuring her. Just looking at you in this state made his orgasm coil up in the pit of his tummy. He never would have dreamed that another person could give him this feeling, the feeling of utter bliss when you were together. The unconditional love he felt for you was indescribable. 

Henry continues to thrust into you and attaches his lips to yours, feeling you squeeze around him. You manage to spread your legs even wider and wrap them securely around his slim waist, digging your heels just above the globes of his perfectly sculpted ass. 

He was aiming his stokes into the deepest part of you and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release. 

“Fuck,” you whimper out to him, digging your nails into the skin of his back. He knew you were about to cum. You let out another loud moan. 

“Come on, petal. Cum f’me,” he pants, trying to coax you. Hearing the almost desperate tone in his voice, combined with the sound of him slapping his hips to yours and the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you was becoming overwhelming. 

“Oh my god!” A loud moan ripples through you, the feeling of your release coming near. 

“Almost, my love,” he moans, speeding up the pace of his thrust. He inhales sharply, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulls you up, quickly pounding into you. Completely losing control, trying to get deeper as if that was possible and lets his forehead rest against yours. With one last push of his hips, you get to your breaking point and cum, screaming. Henry feels your walls clamp around him and let’s go, fully satisfied. The noise he made was an orgasm on its own. He keeps himself against you when he lets go inside of you. You could feel Henry’s cum filling you as you slowly come down from your high. You feel his cum dripping out of you, almost proud of what you made him do. 

He is about to roll off of you to cuddle up beside you, but you stop him by tightening your legs around him. “Please stay like this,” you whisper, your brain still a bit muddled by the amazing orgasm you just had seconds ago. He smiles down at you.

“Don’t be a silly goose,” he kisses your nose, “I would crush you,” Henry says endeared with a cheeky grin and pulls you into his side. You feel warm and safe. You yawn, blinking away when your eyes become watery.

“I can’t move,” biting your bottom lip, you snuggle closer to him, “and my throat hurts like hell.”

Henry lowers his hand to your ass and gives it a firm squeeze, “I’m not surprised. Oh doll, the sounds you were making,” he bites his bottom lip, closing his eyes. 

You laugh and roll your eyes. Henry nipped at your neck, making you erupt into a fit giggles. He chuckles, leaving a kiss on the spot he had just bitten. 

Henry trails his hands up and down your back. You closed your eyes and tangle your leg in between his, really liking the feeling. His chest was heavenly and just being in his arms felt amazing. He almost lulled you back to sleep the moment he began to run his fingers through your hair. 

“That good, huh? Almost fucked you back to sleep,” he chuckles. 

“It was alright, I guess,” you tease him. He raises his eyebrows, eyes twinkling with joy. 

“How would you rate the experience?” 

Tilting your head to look up at him, “Hmm, ten I guess.”

He looked very pleased with that.

“Out of twenty,” you finish. 

“OUT OF TWENTY?” He sobered up, staring at your face with a shocked expression. 

You snicker, climbing into his lap, “No, honey, I was just joking, I’m sorry.” A big pout forming on your face, making you look oh so innocent. 

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to put you up on all fours and take you like that, don’t tempt me,” he says, shaking his head. Wiggling your brows you grin and kiss the dimple on his chin. 

“As much as I would enjoy that, I think Kal has to go potty and we have to eat.”

After some hushed pillow talk and hoarse giggles between the silky sheets, you two decide to move downstairs and start making some fresh coffee. When you lift your body out of the bed, a light throbbing shoots between your legs. You almost fall back into the mattress, making Henry roar with laughter. You end up getting a piggy back ride down the stairs, only wearing a v-neck shirt from Henry that fell just below the curve of your ass and showed plenty of cleavage. Your lilac panties were fully on display and your almost black hair looked like a lion’s main on top of your head, but you didn’t care. 

The both of you were still in that bubbly, fulfilled state of mind, looking like two drugged out kids, wearing blissful smiles. When you got to the kitchen, Kal bounded around the corner, coming from the sitting area, his tail wildly sweeping through the air. Eyes sparkling with happiness when he saw his parents finally had left the bed. 

“早上，宝宝” (morning, baby) You greet him, still on Henry’s back. Kal gives you a high “woof” as to say good morning back. After living with Henry and Kal for around eight months now, the akita started to pick up on a few Chinese phrases. He even decided the pet name ‘宝宝’ (bao bao), which means baby or darling, was only to be applied on him and nobody else. 

Every time you would video call with your Chinese speaking friends, and they talked about or to their children, Kal would cheerfully patter over, thinking they were cooing at him instead of the small infant in the background. But you thought it was the sweetest thing ever, he was your little fur baby after all. 

“I’m going to make us some omelets, is that alright with you, darling,” Henry asked, already opening the fridge and looking for the carton of eggs.

“Yeah, ‘course,” you call out to him. You give Kal his breakfast and receive many, wet kisses in return. Shuffling back over to your boyfriend, you lean against the dark green counter with its wooden countertops, and look at him carefully chopping up some bell peppers and onion, only wearing his joggers and a tank top. You were a lucky girl, and you knew it. Henry sends you a grin and winks before turning back to cutting the vegetables.

You begin to brew some fresh coffee for Henry, and put on the kettle for your morning tea. While he was finishing up breakfast, you start to read the newspaper to him. He absolutely adored it when you’d read to him, due to your accent becoming more noticeable. Kal came over to you, stuffing his wet nose against the hand you held out to him. “You’re such a good boy, Kal. Yes, you are,” you tell him in a baby voice, “you’re my little angel aren’t you? 我的小天使” 

You clean the table, after eating your breakfast and get ready for the day. Henry was already out to go on a walk with Kal. It did indeed snow last night and everything outside was hidden underneath a thin sheet of white snow, so you made sure Henry was wrapped up in a thick scarf you made him and a black beanie. After giving you a kiss as if he was off to fight in a war, he and Kal happily walked through the front door, into the freezing cold. Him whistling and Kal buzzing with excitement. 

Brushing your teeth and doing your makeup, you dance through the bathroom, in a good mood. You grab your phone that was propped up against the mirror, planning to put on the podcast you had been enjoying lately. You freeze seeing all the notifications, not having heard your phone due to it being on ‘quiet’. You swallow.

Oh shit.

There you were, plastered on the internet for everyone to see and laugh at. You and Henry making out on the parking lot of the Chinese supermarket. Was he going to be angry with you? It was your fault for teasing him after all. Oh no no no…

‘Henry Cavill and girlfriend were spotted having a steamy make out session outside local grocery store’

The headline read, making your face as red as a tomato. Trying to fight against it, you couldn’t hold yourself from reading the next paragraph. 

Being in the middle of winter, doesn’t stop these two lovebirds from having a heated make out session in a parking lot!

Yesterday early in the evening, Witcher-superstar Henry Cavill was spotted with (to some) much younger girlfriend, designer, Y/N Y/L/N. The two have  recently confirmed their relationship with an Instagram post from Cavill, showing a candid of Y/N, with the short caption ‘My sunshine enjoying the sun shine’. Last month Vogue came out with a video featuring Y/L/N in which Cavill and his dog Kal made an appearance, making fans go wild. It seems like the two really are living the life and we are excited to see more of them together!

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This was it. You could already hear your sweet grandma, praying to the ancestors to forgive you for your sins, lighting all the incense she could find. You were a disgrace to the family now. It wasn’t that you were ashamed or felt bad about doing it, hell, everybody in the position would gladly sit on Henry’s shoulders and stick their tongue down his throat. You were just disappointed you got caught.

From downstairs you hear the door close with a loud thump and the pitter-patter from Kal’s nails on the hardwood floor, letting you know your two boys were back home. You nervously descend the flight of stairs, holding your head low and tightly clutching your phone in hand. 

“Hey, lovey! you really missed something, Kal and I could practically ice skate over the walking trails, it was so much fun!” Henry says enthusiastically as he hears you wander into the living room. You ignore him and plop down on the couch.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, not meeting his eyes. 

A frown makes its way onto his face. 

“What are you sorry for, sweet girl?” His eyes hold a concerned look, not understanding what you were talking about. You huff out a breath and hand him your phone so he could see the article. 

A roaring laugh sounds through the open space, making your head shoot up. “Yeah, I saw it this morning when I went and checked my Instagram,” he chuckles, face still rosy from going outside. 

“We really gave the paparazzi a field day, didn’t we?” He continues.

“Your ass looks great in this pic, though. Look,” pointing to the one were he had you lifted over his shoulder, but softens his voice when he sees how tense you were. 

“Aw, doll, loosen up, I’m not mad or anything, if that’s what you think. I’m rather pleased now that everybody can see how happy we are and how much joy you bring me,” he lets you know nonchalantly, pressing a smooch to your forehead and starts to march towards the kitchen.

“You want another cuppa, lovey?”

And just like that, you were back in your good mood, perplexed at how well he took all of this. 

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You get the demon brother's their Starbucks

[imagine: you go out to get their drinks and purposefully use a dumb nickname for them]

Lucifer:

Pure Black coffee with three shots of espresso

You were on pick up duty, whilst Lucifer was busy with work

He gave you his order and you were on your way

As soon as you got to the Starbucks or known as Impbucks

You weren't in the mood for dealing with anyone asking about the popular demon's life

As soon as the cashier asked for a name

You went for the first thing that came to mind

"A kidney crusher for Lucy, is there a Lucy?!"

As soon as you got back home you went to Lucifer

"I got it! Enjoy~"

"Lucy...? Must you always haunt me with that nickname."

"it's cute, try to take a break with work, okay Luci?"

Before he can say anything you distract him with a kiss on the cheek

Mammon:

Ginger with coconut milk with pineapple and starfruit

Mammon needed you to go on a coffee run for him

Witches held another debt over his head

Whilst he was running around trying to call up all demons that owed him

You were at the local Impbucks

Waiting in line with his order written down on your D.D.D

Once you got to your order you couldn't help but hope of cheering him up

You decided on a silly nickname

"Golden shake for Mammy!"

Luckily, when you got to the demon again he had a moment to himself

"hey handsome, got your drink."

He snatched it off you, trying to hide his blush

"what took you so long?! I've been waiting for CENTURIES."

"silence, I got you your drink,now you owe me money."

You walked off before he could fully process your claim

"HUH??!!!!!"

Levithan:

Ice Blue lemonade with lemon slices and monster

Levi rarely goes out especially if it's only for one thing

He's been craving some energy and asked you to go get him a drink from Impbucks

You, as the wonderful human you are, agreed

You had to wait in the rowdy line as people grew impatient

Almost breaking your nose when you bumped into the demon Infront of you

Levi owed you at this point

One part of your heart wanted to do something funny and another wanted to convey your annoyance

And so the name was chosen

You almost had to fight the cashier on it

"special gamer-ade for a Levo-zero!"

As soon as you got to his room you placed the drink down

He was cheering, thanking you for doing him this favour

"HUH?! Levo-zero?! I ranked level 999 today in my game! Do you know how special that kind of achievement is?!"

"right now you're a level zero best friend."

"what did those normie's do?! I'll summon loton-"

You decided to silence his rage

"maybe you could be a level 100 boyfriend instead."

RUN!

Don't worry, he'll seek you out as soon as he calms down

Satan:

Iced Green tea with honey drizzle with mint dressing

Satan had an outburst due to the house becoming too loud outside the library

He locked himself in his room out of guilt and hopes for peace

You decided to get him some tea to cheer him up

He's been suggesting to go in a Impbucks date for the past few days so you thought you'd go there

Luckily, the local Impbucks wasn't too crowded

You weren't in the mood to deal with a crowd

But as much as you were doing this out of the kindness of your heart

You were sadly the victim of his outburst

He made you feel very shitty about yourself

So nothing is better than passive aggression!

"green paradise for a shat-tan- is that correct? Shat-tan?!"

You had to force yourself not to laugh when you picked it up

You soon arrived back home, knocking on Satan's door

"who is it? If it's Mammon I will shove my book down your-"

"it's Me, I brought tea."

You were immediately allowed in

"Shat-tan....? I have been shitty to you today, haven't I? I'm so sorry, I never meant to snap like that - thank you for getting me tea."

He wasn't off the hook but you accepted his apology

You two spent the day reading together

Satan showering you in kisses and compliments

Asmodeus:

Strawberry and raspberry frap with strawberry Syrup with frozen berries ontop of whipped cream

"sweetie! Lucifer is forcing me to do my homework, can you get me some coffee? I can feel my skin breaking out from the stress."

Having mercy on his soul you agreed but could feel the cold grip of death creep upon you

You were behind on homework and you weren't sure if Lucifer has noticed or not

You knew today would be the day of reckoning

You were directed to the local Impbucks and had to wait in line

You spotted a table taking pictures of their orders

You were immediately reminded of the lustful demon

This place was perfect for him

You got a notification from his social media

A compliment about the stress and how long you were taking

You felt yourself frown, deciding to not go for a cute nickname for him

"frozen berry frap for assmo! Please pick up your order!"

You charged out when you heard murmurs about asmodeus being there

Once you got home you rushed to get him his drink

"you're an angel! Can you help me with this- WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

He finally noticed the name when he went to take a picture of it

"I don't know it just seems to come out that way, ASSmo."

"I'm sorry for complain but you were taking so long and I couldn't stand-"

You gave him a quick kiss on his cheek

"stop whining, it's bad for your skin."

You gave him a few more kisses, taking your leave but only met your demise outside his door

Beezlebub:

Vanilla bean with sweet cream latte with cinnamon powder ontop

You were out helping him record his workout

He needed energy and you needed a place to sit down after following him around for hours

You rushed to the nearest coffee shop

You scanned the food section, deciding what you should get

Once your turn was here you gave your drink order, asking for almost the entire food options

"energy booster and extra for Beely-bug."

You quickly jogged back to the gym after picking up more food

He was waiting for you, growing anxious

"did anyone bother you? You wouldn't let me go with you but I wanted to-"

You shoved the food Infront of his face, distracting him

"nothing happened, just got stares from all the food I got."

Whilst he digged in you stole a swig from his water bottle

"thank you- Beely-bug? I like it."

He couldn't stop smiling as he drank, happy you picked something cute

Belphegor:

Chamomile tea with milk, honey syrup and lavender

"hey, I ordered a drink from that Impbucks down the street, can you get it for me?"

After forcing him to say 'please' you agreed to get his order

But as revenge for getting in his face whilst he tried to go back to sleep, he shoved his foot in your face

He was struggling with sleeping as often as he normally could

A concern in itself

You had to deal with waiting for a long while, texting the sleepy demon to see how he was doing

Remembering how rude he was earlier you decided to choose something dumb for his order name

"sleepy time for Belfeet, pick it up on the counter on the right!"

You tried to get home as fast as you could

You found him hiding in the attic, grumbling as he forced his eyes shut

"your saviour is here!"

He popped his head out from the blankets and did the grabby hands for the drink

He let out a tired thank you, yawning between each word

You sat with him whilst he drank, watching him grow more tired and calm

"Belfeet...? Haha you never cease to be petty."

"just for that I'm leaving, no cuddles for you!"

He watched you leave the attic, too tired to be quick to react

"ah- WAIT-!"

[sasukelore]

Shouto, Izuku, And Bakugou: Thigh riding

☞︎ Not requested.

☞︎Fandom: My Hero Academia

☞︎ Authors note: Well, I’m so excited to fiNALLy be writing for BNHA! It’s been a very long time coming, as this blog was actually suppose to be originally a Naruto and BNHA blog. And after some debating I’ve decided I will write for the fandom after all. And no, this does not mean I’ll stop writing for Naruto. This is my first time writing for these characters so... go easy on me!

☞︎Warnings: Thigh riding, NSFW, A tiny bit of degradation, all characters aged up (if I say lockers or dorms, it means that they’re in college)

Bakugou is always very rough, even with the most light-hearted things. It’s not a surprise he wouldn’t be any different when he was in the mood

I do think that Bakugou is the tease of the century... so bless your soul.

Cornering you in the halls is his personal favorite way to make you flustered.

Sometimes he might even go so far as to slam you into the lockers.

And if he really feels like being an ass, he’ll push his thigh in between your legs, slowing rocking it against you.

The cocky shit would just stare at you heatedly, a faux scowl printed on his face.

But you could see the glimmer in his eyes. You could see what he was doing.

“You like rubbing your pussy on my thigh? When everyone could see? You do, don’t you?” He’ll say with a cocky smirk on his face.

Using his thigh to tease you is only the tip of the iceberg.

Bakugou would totally make you sit on his thigh when you’re being a tease yourself. He’d check that shit so fast.

And if you think he’s just gonna let you bounce on him without any guidance? Any help? You’re sorely mistaken.

He’s got your hair in his fists with one hand and your bare hip in the other. He’s almost bruising you.

He’d also probably try to wear jeans when he thinks it’s going to happen. He’ll swear up and down otherwise that’s not why he wore them...

The friction his pants adds will have him chuckling darkly with a wild look in his eyes and at this point he’s really resisting just throwing you on the bed and fucking you senseless.

Which is exactly what he’ll do as soon as he gets you off with a sarcastic glare, he’s not done with you yet.

Izuku? The shyest bean ever? yeah riding his thigh is an experience.

To be honest, you wouldn’t really know what to expect... I mean, at first thought you might even think he would be the one riding your thigh.

But I am a FIRM believer, that Izuku can actually be daddy material?

Soft, caring, dom. He’ll love to spoil you. And he loves to shower you in affection!

Little butterfly kisses, forehead kisses, hands brushing against eachother.

But he will bend you over.

Izuku also likes to experiment with you. Especially if you’re new to sex. He wants to learn what you like and how to make you feel good!

So naturally, thigh riding will be one of the first things you try with him that’s not totally vanilla.

He’ll always make sure that you’re prepared and that you actually want to. He’s not one to use it as a way to tease or assert his dominance.

Getting that out of the way, always making sure you’re comfortable, he’d say words of appreciation and how much he loves you, or how beautiful you are

It’s safe to say he’ll say it all with a blush on his face.

Both of his hands on your hips, guiding you softly, sometimes his hands will roam all the way to your face.

He brings your face to his and kisses you softly.

HONESTLY WHAT A FUCKING CUTIE???

He loves you so so much, and he never wants you to think otherwise. He treats you so good.

He doesn’t even need to cum himself. Just knowing that you were satisfied brings him legitimate joy.

And the aftercare is amazing. He’ll ask if you’re hungry, or if your own legs hurt from rocking against his muscled thigh.

Protect this innocent daddy bean.

Another tease... But he’s less hardcore than Bakugou. As Bakugou is a whole different level.

Shouto is the type is act like he’s doing nothing, totally not teasing you, totally not placing his hand on your thigh

But also, he’s reserved? So he won’t do anything in public that’ll draw even a LOOK.

He loves to see the adorable reactions though. So it makes a questioning stare from your friends to you, worth it.

So with thigh riding, it comes naturally tbh. It’s never planned.

Wether you’re sitting on his lap on a crowded train, and somehow one of his legs moved so you were holding on for dear life to only one.

Or cuddles turned into groping which turned into you grinding onto him like a wild animal.

At first, Shouto was a little confused. You wanted to do what? You cannot tell me that Shouto even knew what thigh riding was.

He grew up focusing only on getting stronger with his quirk, never having time for girls, only having a one track mind to become a hero.

So when he does have a girlfriend, he has a lot to learn! But he’s a very fast learner.

Once you rode his thigh, it becomes his new favorite thing. Especially when he’s working and can’t walk away from it at the moment.

You give him a show. And he’s very vocal about how good of a girl you’re being for him, and to continue

His hands would trace and squeeze your ass and your grinds get less coordinated; sloppy.

Shouto loves to orgasm deny you. All. The. Time.

“Hmm, are you sure you want to do that? You know what the consequences will be if you do.” He’ll say if you try to cum without his permission.

Shouto has always been a mother hen. So expect that a lot in the relationship.

He always makes sure that this is what you want, and that you’re comfortable. Similar to Midoriya.

He never EVER wants to hurt you. You’re so precious to him ugh you’re so lucky

[sunarintoes]

synopsis: Yn Ln is an environmentalist - Miyagi University’s very own campus ‘Green Thumb.’ One day Hinata Shōyō - who happens to be a close friend of Yn, invites them to come to one of his races. The only problem is that this race of his is… illegal. Follow the journey of Yn who has been sucked into the world of illegal street racing with one goal: to create an eco friendly race car!

wc: 1.3k

cw: reader has a panic attack and faints 

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1.6 Can We Be Friends?

‘Hey stranger. Been a while.’

How long has it been since you heard that voice? A month? Maybe two? Whatever it is, it has been a long time. You can not erase the memories of someone so important in such a short time, sure you can pretend to but your subconscious knows better. Maybe it was a mistake to push him out of your mind because now that he is in front of you everything comes back in an overwhelming wave of emotions. The good and the bad. You do not know what to feel - there is too much. Euphoria, a rush of happiness because he is finally back yet angst, he left you hurt and lonely. Wait. You stop your rampant thoughts, I’m with Kiyoko, you tell yourself, Oikawa was nothing more than a frien- a common stranger. 

‘Heard you’re with Karasuno’s pretty manager…’

‘Mm.’

‘Thats uh, that's good for you,’ he pauses to take in a sharp breath, ‘About that day… a month, 3 weeks and four days ago-’

‘You counted?’

He looks away from you, ‘yeah…’ his voice is shaky and quiet, and you wonder why he is so nervous. Is it you? No, no it cannot be- you shake these thoughts from your head and concentrate on the man in front of you.

‘I've uh, I've  missed being strangers with you.’

‘Yeah me too,’ he breathes out slowly, ‘If I'm completely honest- I'm uh... well. It's not that I'm not honest or that I find it hard to be honest or that I'm a liar. I'm not a liar, I promise. It's just that I uh, I just find it hard to find the right things to say and when I do it's just, it’s too late to say them or I'm too scared to say them or I can't will myself to say them. I’m a coward. Yeah a huge one- look I'm sorry! I'm really sorry for the way I acted, I took your care for granted and I uh should've heard you out. You're a good friend- no! Stranger! Yes. Stranger. You're a good stranger. I um…’ 

You look at him with a smile, ‘You’re rambling.’

‘Yeah, yeah I am. Sorry. I guess it's just what happens I- right. Basically, I want you bac- as a friend! No! As a stranger! Please come back to me? I miss your warmth and the comfort and solace that comes with a kind stranger-’

‘Me too.’ He looks at you with shock scribbled all over his face, ‘I've missed you too, Tooru. Maybe, just maybe…’

‘We can be friends?’

You giggle, and he follows suit. ‘Who knew we’d be in sync?’

‘Yeah that's weird, we only just reconnected y’know?’

‘I know right? Maybe it was meant to be?’ You say it jokingly but it idles in the back of your throat, you said it jokingly… right? 

He hums lightly, ‘I've done some soul searching this past month.’

‘Oh yeah? Have ya found anything?’

‘I think… But I'm not sure yet. I'm not sure when I'll know but I hope I can find a conclusion soon… Maybe, maybe you can help me? And give me some advice like you used to?’

‘As a friend it'll be my honour.’

Oikawa feels heat prick at his cheeks, ‘Not now’ he whispers to himself.

‘What was that?’

‘Maybe later? We can head over to the gas station and get a good ol’ vanilla bean frappe?’

‘Sounds perfect.’

‘Racers head over to the cockpit! The drag race begins in t minus fifteen minutes!’

‘Saeko’s as loud as ever huh?’

‘Well she is in charge of the announcements,’ you laugh, god he’d missed that laugh. 

‘Guess I better head over huh?’

‘Yeah I guess you better, I'll be cheering for you - quietly of course. Can't let my team know,’ you wink at him, ‘Oh and Tooru?’

‘Hmm?’

‘Nice makeup. The glam look suits you.’

He flashes you a gorgeous smile and honestly? That’s just as good as any other reply he could have said. You turn around and head back to Karasuno’s garage, ‘Shit’ you curse to yourself, ‘Why is my heart beating so fast?’

✄.

‘Yn! Where’ve you been? I've been worried sick!’

And like a harsh wave on a windy day, you feel a rush of guilt splash over your whole body. You had forgotten, even if for a little while, that you had someone - that you had Kiyoko. Oikawa’s just a friend you tell yourself, you only feel this way because he is finally back. Nothing more, nothing else. 

You look up into her beautiful, deep blue eyes and this time, for the first time in a long time, you notice how much she cares for you. It is so obvious, the way she looks at you like you are the only one in the room and it's so, so unfair. It's unfair that you cannot look at her that way. She deserves someone who loves her just as much as she loves you and you hate yourself, you really do, because you know you’ll never love her like that. 

And then it strikes you. You only want her for her body. And the wave of guilt? It becomes a tsunami and suffocates you from the inside out. You feel your heartbeat speed up - when did it become as fast as the race cars? Then suddenly the tight, unforgiving noose around your throat ties itself stiff, you can't breathe. The last thing you hear before your world fades black is the desperate cries of Kiyoko, what’s she calling, you ask yourself, god… she's calling after me. I wish I could call out to her. 

✄.

You wake up to a familiar scene, you are at Kiyoko’s. 

‘You're finally awake.’

You turn your head towards her soft voice, ‘Mm Kiyoko? What happened?’

‘You went missing for about 15 minutes before the race started- or well before we had to get ready. When you came back you fainted and Asahi helped bring you here.’

‘I’m sor-’

‘Don't apologise. Just tell me what's on your mind.’

‘It’s, Im- I…’

‘Please,’ she begs.

‘Kiyoko I- I'm sorry. I don't know if it's just… I'm just overwhelmed at the moment. I'm sorry.’

‘Mm,’ she mumbles, moving closer to you. You feel her warm arms encircle you and pull you towards her, your back to her chest. Your heart does not speed up, it calms down. Maybe that's the effect of familiarity? ‘Lets just have a nap, yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ you whisper.

Her warmth brings you comfort, a comfort you wish you could give back. Maybe you are? Maybe you're not… you don't know. Her light snores used to be music to your ears but now they're nothing more than a mesh of messy drum beats, booming and thumping around your head. A small tear slips down the side of your face, ‘I wish I loved you.’

✄.

Kiyoko wishes you loved her too, she wished you loved her for more than just her body and the memories but you don't. Not that it matters, she thinks, as long as you are with her - as long as she can touch you, she doesn't care how you feel about her. She’ll take what she can get and she is oh so desperate for you, your touch, your taste, your sounds and oh god she must be a masochist. 

When did she become so sadistic that she got off on her own pain? On your pain! She loves that you're broken and hurt and confused because that means she gets to be with you and oh she wishes that you’ll stay that way forever. 

That is horrible isn't it? Yeah, she knows she’s fucked up but she’s fucked up for you and she wouldn't have it any other way.

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

Day 5: Holy - Llewyn Davis

Day 5: Holy - Llewyn Davis

Pairing: Llewyn Davis x F!Reader 

Rating: 18 + for language 

November Writing Challenge 

Day 4: Tweeted: Benny Miller 

December 24th, Christmas Eve, 1962

Christmas, the best time of the year. Your small studio apartment is decorated on every surface. Fresh garland draped around the window, a wreath with a large red bow on the back of the door, a small Christmas tree with twinkle lights and few bulbs of red and green. The room is as festive as you can make it on a small budget. It was a small luxury to buy the fresh decorations instead of the synthetic but to you it’s what makes it worth it. You go around lighting small candles, and the warm smells of vanilla fill the room. You take in a deep breath and smile at the glow from the lights. 

You move to the small coat closet and pull out the two packages wrapped in old newspaper, wrapped with a large silver bow and you smile at the name on the tag before placing them under the tree. You move to the window and look at the picturesque scene outside. The blanket of snow on the ground was made almost brighter by the colorful lights bouncing off it. You turn over to your small heater and turn it on. Making sure the room is as warm as you can afford. This was a special Christmas this year.

Last week your sometimes “roommate” Llewyn Davis was making his usual rotations of couches when he came to you. During the visit you asked about his holiday plans knowing he usually spent it with his sister and her family. He got very quiet before telling you he and her had a small falling out and he honestly didn’t know where he was going to end up. You immediately offered your small home to him and after some deliberation he agreed. He was hesitant, worried about ruining your holiday with your family but when you told him you would be alone he agreed. 

As you watched the snow blow thicker outside the window you began to wonder if maybe he got a better offer or made up with his sister and was now spending the holiday with her. Your thoughts began to grow sad before you realized the buzzer was ringing loudly in the small space. You ran to the door before pressing the button for the speaker. 

“Hello?” 

“It’s Llewyn,” can the slightly shaky reply. 

You press the buzzer and walk back to your couch grabbing a blanket before putting the kettle on the stove to boil water. A few minutes later knocking draws your attention. You walk over to the door and pull it open gesturing for him to come inside. Wearing a threadbare coat, shoes leaking water on the floor, and shivering you begin grabbing his things from his hands. He opens his mouth to protest before you silence him with a look. He lets out a sigh lifting his arms to help you take off his coat, wrapping the warm blanket around his shoulders, you push him towards the couch. 

Dropping to your knees you remove his shoes, and socks. Reaching for the slippers on the coffee table before sliding his feet into the furry shoes. 

“When did you get those?” he asks, pointing to the shoes. 

“I just had them around,” you gesture with your hand vaguely. 

“Y- you just so happen to have a pair of men’s slippers in my size sitting around your apartment,” he asks, the shiver not quite gone. 

You choose not to answer, rising from the ground back to the small kitchen pulling down a cup and putting a scoop of instant coffee inside before topping it off with the boiling water. You bring the cup over to him and you swear you can see the steam rise as his frozen hands envelope the cup. 

“Where were you? I was expecting you here a few hours ago. I was beginning to think you forgot about me…” you ask. 

“No...no I didn’t forget I had to go over to Jim and Jeans and get my stuff. Although I almost didn’t come I know how much of a downer I can be and I didn’t want to ruin your Christmas.” 

You take a moment before answering, “I’m glad you didn't. I can’t tell you how much I have been looking forward to spending Christmas with you Llewyn. It’s all I have been able to think about.” 

You look away from him afraid that you had said too much, you feel his hands slightly warmer from the cup take your own and you raise your eyes to meet his. “I’m glad I came too, I...I’ve been looking forward to this. It’s so easy to be with you, you don’t expect me to be a performing monkey like the Gorfeins or make me feel like a piece of shit like Jean. You just let me be myself and I love that about you.” 

You smile brightly at him before you're interrupted by the sound of the timer going off in the kitchen. You hop up and slide on your oven mitts pulling out several dishes all at once. Fluffy mashed potatoes, roasted green beans, a small honey ham, and a cherry pie. Llewyn slowly rises from the couch walking over to you.

“I know that it’s not prime rib or a big fancy turkey but I wanted to do something special for us, plus we’ll have plenty to eat for the next few days, I’m sorry it’s not more I ju-” your rambling is cut off by Llewyn who wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace. 

You let out a large sigh before you wrap your arms around his neck. He still feels cold beneath your hands. You pull back, placing your hands on his shoulders. 

“Your skin feels like ice Llewyn, why don’t you take a hot shower, I’ll leave a change of clothes for you in the bathroom and make us each a plate. Does that sound ok?” 

“Ok… but I don’t actually have anything else to change into, I haven’t been to the laundry mat in a few days. This is the last clean thing I have I wa-”

“I will leave you something clean in the bathroom for after your shower,” you cut him off before he can finish. 

He gives you that look again, “you just happen to have clothes my size sitting around-” 

“Just go take a goddamn shower Llewyn,” you roll your eyes at him. 

He looks surprised at your outburst but doesn’t argue with you further. His hands slowly leave your waist before he turns towards the small bathroom. When the door shuts behind him you go to your dresser and pull out some boxers, dark blue sweatpants, thick wool socks, and a short sleeve white t-shirt. You hear the water turn on and the gentle sounds of Llewyn humming under the water before you slightly open the door putting the clothes on the toilet seat before closing it again. 

You know he’s probably going to say something about the clothes, but you could care less. You cared about Llewyn and that included getting him some clean clothes, a pair of slippers, necessities. To your immense surprise he says nothing, only comes behind you and hugs you from behind tightly, a quiet whisper of thanks against your ear before he’s pulling back and helping you put the plates on the coffee table, pouring each of you a glass of red wine. 

You clink glasses and dig in. You both have seconds and with your encouragement Llewyn has thirds, you’ve polished off a bottle and a half of wine and you’re both warm and comfortable under a blanket, your feet in his lap. 

“Llewyn,” you purr, “will you play for me?” 

Llewyn reaches towards his case and pulls out his guitar. You go to move your feet but he pulls them back and places one hand on your ankle keeping you in place. Balancing the guitar on your legs gently, “what do you want me to play? Something happy? Sad? Festive?” 

“Festive, it is Christmas after all.” He strums the guitar and you fall a little bit deeper in love with him. The way he plays is like he’s making love to the room with his music, and god when he sings....

O holy night, the stars are brightly shining

It is the night of our dear Savior's birth

Long lay the world, in sin and error pining

'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth

A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices

For yonder breaks, a new and glorious morn

Fall on your knees

O hear the angels' voices

O night divine

O night when Christ was born

O night divine

O night

O night divine

A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices

For yonder breaks, a new and glorious morn

Fall on your knees

O hear the angels' voices

O night divine

O night when Christ was born

O night divine

O night…

You can’t help the tears that slowly make their way down your cheeks and when Llewyn looks up from his guitar he frowns before putting the guitar down. His hands are warm and calloused as they wipe the tears from your cheeks and when he speaks it’s no louder than a whisper. 

“Why are you crying?” 

“It’s just...you're so incredibly talented and it breaks my heart that everyone doesn’t get to see that,” you tell him. 

His smile is small and gentle before he pulls you closer to him so you’re sitting in his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist, your head in the crook of his neck, his own resting against yours. You're so warm and comfortable and when Llewyn starts to sing quietly your eyes grow heavy and you drift off to sleep. 

December 25th, Christmas Day, 1962 

The next morning you wake up and feel slightly disoriented not knowing exactly where you are. A strong arm is wrapped around your waist and a warm body is pressed against your back, a blanket draped over the both of you. You're on the couch and you turn as slowly as possible to look at the body behind you. His curls droop slightly over his forehead and all the creases in his forehead are smooth, he looks truly at peace and your heart beats a little faster when you look at his lips soft and slightly open as he breathes. You don’t move afraid to break the spell, his grip on your waist tightens before his eyes slowly open. 

You both say nothing, but his lips pull up into a small smile which you quickly return. Your not sure what to call this thing between you, friendship, or something more. But, you know there is no one else you want to wake up too. 

“Merry Christmas,” you whisper. 

“Merry Christmas honey,” his words are slightly slurred with sleep. 

“I’m going to get up and get us some coffee then we can open presents,” you don’t miss the slight droop of Llewyn's mouth. 

“You told me last week we weren’t doing presents, I don’t have anything for you.” 

“Are you here?” you ask. 

He gives you that look again, “yes,” he says. 

“Then I got what I wanted for Christmas this year,” you pull away and he reluctantly lets you go, letting out a small sigh. You know how much it bothers him that you buy him things, but at this point you really don’t care anymore. 

You boil the water for the coffee, preparing two cups. Llewyn cracks your window taking a long drag from his cigarette. The kettle whistles and you pour the water bringing them over to the table. Llewyn blows the last of the smoke out the window before coming back to the couch. You go over to the tree and grab the two packages. One small box and a medium sized package. 

“Two? Honey, I know what you said but I-” 

“Just open it Llewyn,” you hand him the medium sized box first. 

He tears the paper gently and when he opens the box his mouth drops open looking at the new brown boots, and wool socks. His eyes tear up, but before he can protest you are handing him the small box. He puts the boots aside, and carefully unwraps the box before pulling back the paper, and when he lifts the lid his breath stops. 

Inside a gentle pillow of tissue paper is a single key. “Now I know what you are thinking, but hear me out. I didn’t give you this key out of pity or anything. I am giving you this key to my apartment because I want you to live here Llewyn. I want you to play at the Gaslight, gigs, and chase the dream I don’t want you to ever stop. But I also want you warm, fed, and safe. I want our days to be spent with music, laughter, and….” you trail off leaving it open. 

“What honey?” he begs quietly, “music, laughter, and what?”

“Fuck…” you promised yourself you wouldn’t cry, “fuck it….I love you Llewyn. I want you to make music, and I want to support your dream and I want you to do it here where I can keep you safe and love you. I know you think that you have nothing to give me but I....I just want you.” 

Llewyn doesn’t respond for several minutes and your heart feels like it’s about to stop. “Do you mean it?” he asks quietly. 

You can only nod. 

He scoots off the couch and over to you still sitting in front of the tree. On his knees he places his head in your lap and his hands sit on your waist. You don’t move for a moment before your hands run through his curls. He slowly raises his head looking at you, his eyes glassy. 

“Fuck...you are the most incredible woman I have ever known in my entire life. I thought for so long that I was destined to fail in everything, my music, my life, my relationships. But then one night when I was at my lowest bleeding in a fucking alley this angel appeared. You took me home, cleaned me up, and I have spent the last year falling deeper and deeper in love with you. So if you are serious and you will have me, then yes I will move in with you and I will spend however long you have me...proving to you how much I love you, how much I adore you, and how fucking grateful I am to have you in my life.” 

You release a sob and pull him by his shirt and when he kisses you can only describe the feeling in one word, home. 

Day 6: Carpet - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia 

[maxrev]

Intimacy Prompts: Falling asleep in their arms. For mshenko :D

Sooo, apparently I CAN write prompts. Just takes me a while lol. Knox seemed to like this one and I can honestly say, I was not expecting this...domestic fluff. Hope you like it! My renegade has a soft side. He knew? 

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Knox leaned his head against the seat in the skycar, exhausted from his physical therapy session. There were days he felt he was making more progress in going backwards than forwards; today had been one of those days. 

He fought against closing his eyes and sleeping on the way back to the condo, located in the newly built high rise over English Bay. Kaidan's family had one before but it had been destroyed during the Reaper invasion.

"I have to make a quick stop and pick up some things for dinner, go ahead and close your eyes if you need to."

Too tired to even lift his head, Knox rotated it left to study Kaidan navigating the streets of Vancouver with calm assurance. Maybe he should have let him drive the mako all those years ago. No. He’d enjoyed himself too much and the reactions of the crew. Especially the man sitting next to him. 

"I'm fine," he said, rotating his head back to the right and further, watching the world rush by in a blur. 

Silence greeted his words and swore he could hear a wealth of reproach within it. He was even too tired to care. 

"It's just you and me. You can relax your guard, Knox." Frustration laced the smoky voice.

Irritation crept into his, "I said, I'm fine."

God, he sounded like a belligerent child. Felt like one, too. Tired, cranky, and ready for a nap. "Your concern is noted but I'd rather wait until we get home." 

Warmth bloomed in his chest at the thought - home. He never thought he'd have one of his own, had never expected to die saving the galaxy. 

He still thought he sounded like a whiny child but exhaustion nipped at his heels like a recalcitrant pup and he was unable to keep it at bay. Kaidan pulled up to the store and Knox bit his lip against a groan as he pulled himself up by the armrest, ready to get out. 

"You don't have to come in. I just need a few things. Stay here and relax." 

"I told you, I'm--"

"Fine. Yeah...you have.” Now he could hear exasperation. “Look, I'm not trying to be pushy, just...take care of you." 

Knox followed him into the grocery store, feeling like hed kicked a puppy. He knew Kaidan cared, just had a problem accepting it. Even after all this time. Learning how to look after himself from the age of four, a lifetime of doing so couldn’t be  undone in a few years. For the moment, though, he had other things to worry about. It took every bit of concentration in his state of exhaustion not to stumble over his feet and get tangled up in the cane. God how he hated the thing. 

He shuffled behind Kaidan who walked slowly to accommodate him; another irritation. Stubborn and too proud to admit it, the thought crossed his mind he should have just stayed in the skycar, let Kaidan shop in peace. Like a kindergartener, he probably needed a nap or Rip Van Winkle for twenty years. OR maybe a Snickers. 

Lost in thought, he hadn’t paid much attention to what Kaidan put in the cart but as they checked out, he saw all of his favorites; the makings for homemade mac and cheese, steak, some kind of dessert. Knox’s heart soared at the same time he felt like a complete scrooge, biting the man's head off while he was doing everything to pamper him in spite of the rotten attitude. 

"Thank you," he said as they walked back to the skycar. He shivered inside his leather jacket; the temperature had dropped since they’d left physical therapy. 

"You're welcome, Knox. Always.” 

Back at the condo, Kaidan unloaded the groceries, ordering Knox to go relax by the electric fire with the ambience of genuine crackling flames. This time he listened, wanting nothing more than to rest his leg and hip, still protesting from the session earlier. He all but sagged down to the couch - carefully - propping his leg on the coffee table and reached for a book he'd been reading about the Andromeda galaxy. He may not be up in space anymore but he could still read about it and Andromeda interested him, thinking of the arcs which had headed there. He missed the stars, the only place he’d ever truly felt at home.  

Pulled from his thoughts by the sounds of Kaidan preparing a meal in the kitchen, for him, made Knox smile for the first time today. Okay, so the stars weren’t the only place he felt at home, not anymore. 

Kaidan appeared as if summoned by his thoughts, carrying a large mug of hot tea. "Cinnamon and apple with a bit of honey." 

Closing his eyes and inhaling the aroma, Knox took a sip, sputtering as the hot liquid burned his tongue. He nodded and responded with a coughed, "Perfect." 

Kaidan chuckled, "Did you think it wouldn’t be hot?"

Grumbling, he told him, "Go back to the kitchen," but there was no heat in his tone. 

"Yes, dear," the words were thrown over a shoulder with a laugh. 

 Knox sipped the tea carefully, enjoying the taste and the warmth spreading through him. Between the tea and the fire, he was beginning to feel drowsy. He hoped dinner wouldn’t take too long, he might fall asleep. His stomach growled loudly in disagreement. 

A short time later, Kaidan came back with two plates piled high with homemade mac and cheese, green beans and medium rare steaks, handing one to him before taking a seat on the couch. They ate in a comfortable, companionable silence; something else Knox had never had but this was easier to accept than being cared for. 

The warm, rich gooeyness of the mac and cheese was like a balm to his soul. Knox could understand why it was called 'comfort food.' Of course, the steak was good as well, seasoned perfectly and cooked just the way he liked it. He set the fork down on the plate and sighed with contentment. 

A warm fire, a good meal and full stomach, a man who cared about him - even if he couldn’t voice how much he appreciated him like he should. Exhaustion pulled at him, a whisper in his ear to let go and tumble down into the void of sleep. 

"Seconds or dessert instead?"

Knox snapped out of his stupor and stared at the empty plate in his lap as if it held the answer to the question. With no answer forthcoming, he made a choice, "Dessert." 

"Should have known," Kaidan answered with a laugh. “You and your sweet tooth.” Grabbing the plates, he went back to the kitchen. 

Knox couldn’t help finding sweets so appealing. Never having access to much food in general living on the streets, let alone anything sweet, he had become addicted. Saying no wasn't easy for him, though he had limits like everything else in his life, except books...and Kaidan, who came back in with one plate, handing it over before taking a seat. Knox moaned when he saw what it was - a thick, chocolate brownie covered in hot fudge and vanilla ice cream with a glass of cold milk. 

“I can’t believe I just heard you moan over dessert with such abandon when you have me right here. What am I, chopped liver?” 

Knox glared at him, which garnered a smirk in response. His brain sluggish, a thought occurred to him when he glanced back at the brownie, adorned with his favorite toppings. "Why only one? You're not having dessert?" 

Usually, Kaidan ate along with him. They were still biotic after all, needing the calories even if they weren't jumping from one mission to the next anymore. 

"I am, after you decide you can't eat another bite, which as you know happens often,” he teased.

This close, Knox noticed the laugh lines crinkling the corners of warm brown eyes; lips turned up in a soft smile, the scars stretched across them; wings of gray in the black hair at each temple...and was hit with a wave of love so strong, he nearly dropped his plate. The strength of the emotion blindsided him, leaving him breathless. 

He glanced down at the brownie, not really seeing it at all, terrified of  this unrestrained emotion. Control was at the center of his very being. Off balance and floundering, he took a bite of his dessert, one much too big, and nearly choked while trying to swallow it down. Kaidan reached for the glass of milk, thrusting it into his hand. Grasping it like a lifeline, Knox took a large drink...nearly choked again but it helped the brownie slide down and he was able to breathe again. 

"You okay?" There was a note of concern in his voice. 

"Y-y-" he coughed again to clear his throat, "Yes." He croaked, voice sounding raw.

Kaidan continued to stare at him, as if he didn’t quite believe it. But Knox took a few more bites of the brownie without any more catastrophes and as predicted, handed it over. The laughter in the brown eyes dispelled any remaining concern. 

He moved, leaning back against Knox to get more comfortable, then cleaned the plate and set it on the table. It spoke volumes to his concern, when any other time, he’d take it into the kitchen. They remained like that for a while, basking in the warmth of the fire, Knox yawning first, then Kaidan, who snuggled down further. Soon, his upper body was resting against Knox’s legs. 

“Does this hurt?” 

“No, I’m fine.” 

The dark head turned, brown eyes gazing up at him, searching his face for a lie. Not finding one, he got comfortable again. Carefully, Knox placed his arm around Kaidan’s chest, letting it sort of...hang there. He was slowly becoming accustomed to touch but usually Kaidan was the one touching, not him. Yet, it felt right. Holding Kaidan, letting him be relaxed and cared for. 

He thought, maybe, he should say something as he mulled over his earlier revelation, give voice to it...tell Kaidan how he felt. Out loud. But as he fought for words, opening his mouth to confess all, a soft snore came from the man lying across his legs. 

A huff of laughter slipped from his lips. Of course, just as he made a momentous decision, the object of his speech had fallen asleep but this time, it happened in his arms. 

[kayliemusing]

42: top 3s

1: Top 3 ice cream flavors - classic vanilla, birthday cake/birthday batter, bubblegum

2: Top 3 Disney Movies - Mulan, Onward, Soul (but this changes frequently lol)

3: Top 3 vacation destinations - I've never been outside of my home country so I'll say my top 3 DREAM destinations: NYC, Hawaii, a random countryside in either France or the UK

4: Top 3 places to shop - Dynamite, Sephora, Winners/Homesense

5: Top 3 subjects of study/classes to take - English/anything creative writing related, Interior Decorating/Design, Communications?

6: Top 3 make up products - YSL Touche Eclat Foundation, literally any Mac Lipstick but it has to be matte, & Fenty Beauty contour stick

7: Top 3 music artists - Taylor Swift - Of Monsters and Men - The Lumineers

8: Top 3 spices/herbs - Cinnamon - Nutmeg (literally tastes like autumn) - Paprika

9: Top 3 drinks - Diet Coke - Hot Chocolate - Vanilla Bean Frappe

10: Top 3 apps to use - Instagram - Pinterest -iBooks

11: Top 3 months of the year - May, October, December

12: Top 3 clothing items - My black/white turtle neck, high waisted jeans, plaid blazer

13: Top 3 binge perfect tv shows - Bones, Supernatural, Brooklyn Nine Nine

14: Top 3 romantic dates - (I've never been on a date but if I had, it would be this) Evening walk, late night drive, late night coffee date (tbh anything at night feels romantic)

15: Top 3 kinds of flower - Water lilies, cherry blossoms, roses

16: Top 3 christmas movies - A Christmas Carol (2009), Home Alone, The Polar Express

17: Top 3 OTPs - Nesta and Cassian from ACOTAR series by SJM, Manon and Dorian from Throne of Glass series by SJM, Casteel and Poppy from From Blood and Ash series by JLM.

18: Top 3 quotes to describe your life - "I write not to find, but to leave" by Scherezade Siobhan - "I want to be myself again. I want to be six. I want to stop knowing everything I know" by Catherynne M. Valente - "The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get" by Joanna Hoffman.

19: Top 3 characteristics you love about yourself - my kindness bc it's not surface level kindness, but actually something deeply rooted within me - my resilience even tho sometimes it doesn't feel like resilience - my loyalty bc it is a hard as steel kind of loyalty

20: Top 3 kinds of candy - Maltesers, Kit kats, smarties

21: Top 3 ways to exercise/ be active - Walking, dancing, mowing the lawn/shoveling the sidewalk

22: Top 3 spirit animals - wolf, hummingbird, tiger (i googled it bc i didn't know and i was scared it was a joke but)

23: Top 3 petnames - I like 'lovebug', 'love', 'sweetheart'

24: Top 3 books read outside of school - The Hating Game by Sally Thorne, A Court of Silver Flames by Sarah J Maas but viewers discretion is advised, Crush by Richard Siken

25: Top 3 most used websites - Youtube, Tumblr, Pinterest

26: Top 3 people you last texted - my mom, my bestie megan, and my sister bc they're the only people i text...

27: Top 3 hashtags you use - the only time i use hashtags is if i'm trying to promote some of my writing so I'll usually use writingcommunity, writersonig, poetryonig lol

28: Top 3 instagram accounts you follow - Trista Mateer, Griefmother, obviously taylor swift

29: Top 3 guilty pleasures - buzzfeed quizzes, early 2000s music, romance novels

30: Top 3 summer activities - Going to the zoo, long evening walks, campfires and s'mores

31: Top 3 things to draw/doodle - hearts, flowers, random swirls bc it's the only thing i can doodle...

32: Top 3 aesthetics - cityscape aesthetic, autumn aesthetic, rustic aesthetic

33: Top 3 things you'd buy if you gained three million dollars - a new car, a condo, another cat

34: Top 3 ways to treat yourself - facial, a large bag of maltesers, buying the makeup i really want but have been putting off

35: Top 3 celebrity crushes - Evan Peters, Matthew Daddario, henry cavill

36: Top 3 books from your childhood - Love You Forever by Robert Munsch, The Big Friendly Giant by Roald Dahl, and Madeline by Ludwig Bemelmens

37: Top 3 accents to hear - Australian, super poshy british accent, new zealand accent

38: Top 3 scents - Fresh rain, vanilla, sweet cinnamon pumpkin from bath and body works

39: Top 3 "Friends" quotes - "WE WERE ON A BREAK" -Ross, "Guess things were just going too well for me" -also ross, and "it's so exhausting waiting for death" - phoebe

40: Top 3 cupcake flavors - tbh I haven't tried that many cupcakes so your typical vanilla, chocolate, and Pink Lady Cupcake from Babycakes Cupcakery

41: Top 3 fruits - Pomegranates, Strawberries, Raspberries

42: Top 3 places you've had amazing pizza from - Pizzahut, Dominos, Pizza73

43: Top 3 sports teams to watch - i don't

44: Top 3 crayola colors - uh, i guess red, purple, and pink??

45: Top 3 things you hope to accomplish in college - Certificates/Degrees in Copyediting and Creative Writing, and I think simply just deeper critical thinking skills when it comes to writing and books

46: Top 3 fanfictions you've read - I read more books than fanfics, I've read a couple on tumblr but don't remember the names sorry :/

47: Top 3 people you miss right now - my dad, my best friend bc she's in vancouver, taylor swift bc she's not on tumblr anymore rip

48: Top 3 fears - Failure, Loss, not achieving anything in life/not reaching my full potential

49: Top 3 favorite literary devices - Foreshadowing is always god tier, cliffhangers although evil i love those too, symbolism

50: Top 3 pet peeves - People dragging their shoes on the floor when they walk, when you tell someone your fav hobby/music artist/interest and they immediately go 'oh I hate X!', and people who go 'you're so quiet!!!' but in a way that draws in more attention and/or makes me feel more uncomfortable like i would literally rather die

51: Top 3 physical things you find attractive - Hands, nice hair, defined jawlines

52: Top 3 bad habits - Nailbiting, picking at my blemishes oops, lip biting

53: Top 3 pets you've had/wish to have - Cats bc they complete me, I've always wanted a Samoyed, and I've always wanted a turtle

54: Top 3 types of foreign food - Chicken Chow Mein, deep fried shrimp, japanese chicken wings

55: Top 3 things you want to say to someone in your lifetime - 'I quit', 'I love you', 'you changed my life'

56: Top 3 dog breeds - Samoyed, german shepherds, collies

57: Top 3 cheesy romance movies - You've Got Mail, How To Lose a Guy In 10 Days, 10 Things I Hate About You

58: Top 3 languages you speak/wish to speak - French, Sign, and maybe Japanese?

59: Top 3 series (book, movie, television) - The Cruel Prince series by Holly Black, A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J Maas (but literally only for Cassian and Nesta), From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L Armentrout

60: Top 3 pizza toppings - Mushrooms, alfredo sauce, pineapple

61: Top 3 youtubers you're subscribed to - Game Grumps, Charlotte Dobre, Megan Batoon

62: Top 3 tattoo / piercing ideas - I want to get a tattoo on my wrist of the last thing my dad ever wrote me, a hummingbird tattoo right next to it, and then a cross on my index finger

63: Top 3 awards you want to win - National Book Awards, Nobel Prize, and maybe even Goodreads Choice Awards lol

64: Top 3 emojis - Laugh/Crying emoji, the please sir emoji that kinda gives off those puss n boots eyes, and the stars emoji

65: Top 3 cars you dream of owning - 1970s Chev Impala, tbh a cute little Hyundai Venue, and maaaaybe the 1964 ferarri 250 gt luso (idk if that name was totally right but i had to do tons of googling to find it. i don't know a lot about cars and i don't really have a top 3 lol)

66: Top 3 authors - Right now I'm really into Sarah J Maas, Sally Thorne, and Holly Black maybe?

67: Top 3 historical figures - Jesus, Anne Frank, Vincent Van Gogh

68: Top 3 baby names - Ryder, Leila, Gracie

69: Top 3 DIYs - Candles, refurnishing old furniture (i.e. my mom and i painted our wooden garbage can), and really just any type of autumn diy

70: Top 3 smoothie combos/flavors - Strawberry/Banana, Mango, Strawberry-Mango

71: Top 3 songs of this month - Happier Than Ever by Billie Eilish, Biblical by Calum Scott, and Visiting Hours by Ed Sheeran

72: Top 3 questions of this post you want to be asked - I did them all bc I made it a survey instead of an ask meme ;)

73: Top 3 villains - Regina/The Evil Queen from Once Upon a Time, Cruella De Vil, and Moriarty from Sherlock

74: Top 3 Cities you want to see - Montreal, NYC, Vancouver (honorable mention: LA)

75: Top 3 recipes you want to try - different kind of salad and/or burger bowls, Stuffed bell peppers, and homemade lemon loaf

76: Top 3 dream jobs - Bestselling author, the person who runs a companies social media accounts, youtuber/blogger

77: Top 3 lucky items - tbh don't have one

78: Top 3 traditions you have - Christmas Eve Service and if I don't go to that at least incorporating reading the christmas story on christmas day or eve, idk if this counts as tradition but going to the corn maze every fall, and whenever it's easter/christmas/thanksgiving we always have a big meal w/ family

79: Top 3 things you miss about being a kid - reckless abandon, dreaming about growing up with hopefulness and no dashed hopes, experiencing holidays like halloween and christmas as a kid

80: Top 3 harry potter characters - I've never read or watched Harry Potter rip (ok well i saw the first and second (and maybe third?) movie in the sixth grade I think) but I think I really liked Hermoine, Harry obviously and Dobby

81: Top 3 lies you were told - i don't have 3, but this one has a story but basically when my sister and i were in elementary school my sister got hit by a car and so the insurance thing was that she would recieve 10k when she was 18 and as a child i thought that was unfair so my dad told me that my sister had to split it with me when we were 18 lmao obviously that didn't happen (i think i realized that wasn't true in middle school)

82: Top 3 pictures in your camera roll right now - Pictures of my cat, one of my sister in a hilarious filter, and a picture of my rocking my TS merch

83: Top 3 turn ons - Kindness, defined jawline, easy going

84: Top 3 turn offs - arrogance, unkempt, super loud and obnoxious

85: Top 3 magazines/news papers/ journals to read - I don't read much of those so I'll tell you some sites I love for writing purpose's: there's Wellstoried, justwriterlythings, springhole.net (which is filled with generators if you're stuck and also tons of infomation and advice)

86: Top 3 things you wish you had known earlier - that toad in Mario Party was wearing a mushroom hat and that it is actually not his head, that immaculate means 'clean' before i misused that word like several times over the years, and that the one turn i always take on my way to work where i thought everyone didn't know how to drive was actually bc i didn't have the right of way rip me

87: Top 3 spongebob episodes - the one episode where spongebob and patrick find a ghost ship, that one episode where they form a bikini bottom band and perform it at a football game in a little fish tank, and the one episode where squidward has his first snowball fight

88: Top 3 places to be in the world - I'd love to be in NYC, Montreal, or Hawaii

89: Top 3 things you'd do differently - I would not have applied for RDC, similarly I should have just paid the 500 dollars to the one certificate program I wanted to do instead of overthinking it, and I wish I wouldn't have ended a friendship the way I did

90: Top 3 TV shows from your childhood - Spongebob Squarepants, That's So Raven, and Hannah Montana

91: Top 3 meals you love - Turkey Burgers, Chilli, and Instant Pot Chicken Tortilla Soup

92: Top 3 kinds of tea - i don't drink tea

93: Top 3 embarrassing moments - one time in sixth grade I tripped and fell right on my face in front of my crush, this other time like a couple years ago i opened the door to my car and only realized much too late while i was staring at this random family that it was not my car, and when i went to the gas station to get gas and couldn't get my gas lid on my car opened and this guy had to help me which was already embarrassing enough but then the gas pump wouldn't work so i had to go inside to pay just to realize i forgot my wallet and had to shamefully walk back to my car and then run back inside the convenience store and then pay and then walk back to my car and finally fill my tank.

94: Top 3 holidays to celebrate - Christmas, Halloween, Thanksgiving

95: Top 3 things to do in the rain - have an existential crisis, pretend you're in a music video, walk through puddles like you're six again

96: Top 3 things to do in the snow - Sledding, Build a snowman, shovel it even tho you don't want to

97: Top 3 items you can't leave the house w/o - phone, keys, wallet

98: Top 3 movies you'd like to see - Jurassic World 3, Hotel Transylvania: Transformania bc i'm a child, and the animation of the addams family

99: Top 3 art mediums - Writing fiction/poetry, painting, music

100: Top 3 museums you've been to - Royal Tyrell Museum, Canadian History one in edmonton lol, and heritage park in calgary

101: Top 3 school memories - Middle school dances when the popular kids would grind to the song "Low" which was always an interesting experience, in the twelfth grade at winter formal when we all shouted "SHUT UP AND DANCE!" at the same time when they played Shut Up and Dance, and the day i left

102: Top 3 things you don't/Won't miss - School, my sisters ex, 2016 bc she was a rough year yikes

103: Top 3 pick up lines - "My name is Will. God's Will.", "I'd like to take you to the movies but they don't like you bring your own snacks", "are you from tennessee bc you're the only 10 i see"

104: Top 3 sports to watch - none of them

105: Top 3 taylor swift songs - all too well - exile - coney island

[alwaysanotherrainbow]

aftermath

warnings: food mentions, remus gorey thoughts, sharp mention

ship: remrom

Remus has forgotten a card for Roman’s gift, and the two of them are left to clean up the aftermath from the Prince’s birthday party.

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It came as a shock to absolutely no-one that the common house was full of glitter after Roman’s party.

A dying Bluetooth speaker replayed Don’t Stop Believing, its music tinny and hollow as the vocals lapsed in and out and the phone’s virtual assistant sang Battery low over and over. Remus stuck some half-melted vanilla bean ice cream in the fridge before putting red velvet cake into the freezer; it took him a few seconds to rectify his mistake. 

Roman hummed as he swept up pieces of foil confetti. 

“I didn’t forget your gift, you know,” Remus said absentmindedly as he picked up a pompom and put it in a bag. “I wanted it to be ready for you, I didn’t wanna give you something bad or that you wouldn’t like.”

“If it’s from you, I’d like it.”

“If I gave you smallpox, you wouldn’t like it.”

“Well, that’s smallpox. No-one likes it. Besides, I don’t think that was what you were planning on giving me.”

“Shit, you’ve got me there.” Remus glanced around before jumping up and tugging down the tinsel-like Happy Birthday, Roman! banner. “There. Common room, restored.”

Roman dumped the confetti in the wastebin. “You’re right, dandelion. Back to its former glory.”

“If we can get the glitter off the ceiling.”

“Yeah..”

“How on earth did we get it there, anyways?”

“Probably with the saline water-balloon that we infused with glitter?”

Roman laughed, going to the fridge and grabbing himself a juicebox. “Want one?”

“Please.”

Remus liked stabbing the straw through the cardboard, not through the spot where the straw was meant to go. Roman drank his as it was meant to go, summoning some paper, crayons, and two pens, one green and one red.

“What’re you doing?”

“I��ve got an idea and I want to write it out,” said Roman. 

“You know... I forgot to write a card for my gift.”

“Dear, you don’t have to.”

“I know, but I want to.”

“...Hey, do you want to do what we used to, where we work on things together and compare?”

Remus nodded, grabbing a pen and getting to work.

It was a strange environment to work in, with the paper they were using still flecked with crimson glitter from the table. Roman shook his head at the scarlet crayon and reached for a brick-red at the same moment that Remus was carefully shading in his drawing with the ballpoint pen’s residue ink. From time to time, they took sips of their drinks.

“I’m done,” said Roman a few minutes after the Bluetooth speaker had died, flipping his paper so that it was impossible to see.

“I am, too.” Remus covered up the paper by leaning his upper body on the tabletop. “Don’t look at me like that, I promise it won’t smudge.”

“On the count of three, we reveal them.”

“Okay! One, knife--”

“...I’m sorry, knife?”

“To be completely fair to me, you did say on three, not that I couldn’t say knife.”

Roman smiled. “You know what, that’s fair.”

“All right.” They counted together. “One, knife, two, three!”

They revealed their drawings.

Roman stared at Remus’ ink-portrait. It was of surprisingly good quality, with Remus smiling as he pointed to a surprisingly non-gorey hole in his chest (it was shaped like a cartoon heart, just allowing the other side to show through) and a “Wanted” poster of Roman. It read, Handsome Prince wanted! He stole my heart. Reward: lots of kisses and cuddles. Happy birthday xx -- your dandelion >:)

“Is that for me?” whispered Roman. “You’ve beaten me at my own game. I.. I wanna keep it forever and ever.”

“You’re telling me?” Remus asked as he pointed to Roman’s work.

Roman’s drawing, on the other hand, was a pink rose dripping tar, drops of dew on it. It read in beautiful calligraphy, You’ve taken my breath away, dandelion. Thank you for an absolutely amazing year. -- your prince, forever yours.

“That’s a freaking masterpiece, Roman, I... Fuck, I’d embroider that onto my soul in a heartbeat. You can keep mine, it’s for you and no-one else.”

“I’ll find a nice frame for it. Something that nice ought to be displayed, if you’re okay with it.”

“I’m keeping this in my special-gifts-from-Roman chest and never ever letting anyone else hold it! Ooh, that reminds me.” He reached into his pocket. “I got you a really nice gift, I think you’ll like it-- here!”

He handed Roman a small brass contraption of gears and emblems. It was the size of a golfball, with all sorts of patterned perforations.

“Er, I love it, but what is it?”

“I’m giving you the stars.” Remus tapped it with his fingertip; the contraption began to glow. “Here, let’s go to the common living room.”

They stepped into the room adjacent to the kitchen. No-one else was there; however, it wasn’t free from the glitter that had defined Roman’s party. They’d need to clean it up later.

“Okay, we’re ready! Turn off the light!”

Roman flicked the switch.

The room sank into darkness, but all around them, glimmers of light began to shine. It was like a living night sky, constellations moving of their own accord and the glitter scattered from the party refracting back little pinpoints of starshine.

“And just tap it again to turn it off,” explained Remus. “So, er, what do you--”

“It’s perfect,” whispered Roman, taking a step towards the wall which now displayed Orion the Hunter, which gently moved along. “It’s so wonderful... You literally gave me the stars?”

“Psh, it was nothing! I am glad you like it, though.”

“Remus, I don’t know how I’m going to outdo you for your birthday. Nothing could top this.”

“Heck, no need to worry about outdoing me! You don’t even have to get me anything.”

“But I want to.”

“Sweetie, I’ll love anything you give me, and I do mean absolutely anything.”

Roman smiled. “You know what I wished for this year, and what I’m wishing for on these stars?”

Remus leaned in for a kiss; when Roman leaned forward, too, he pressed his lips to his. 

“Don’t tell me,” whispered Remus when they pulled apart, “or it won’t come true.”

“It just did come true, though, when you pressed your lips against mine.”

“You hopeless romantic, you.”

“It is in my name. Er, or am I in its name...? Well, it doesn’t matter. Thanks, dear dandelion.”

Remus smiled, wrapping his arm around Roman’s waist as they settled onto the sofa. “Happy birthday, Princey.”

[phantombs]

November 9th, 2020. 9:02 PM. Happy Birthday, Ahn Jaewoo ( @thecosmicsen​! )

It's a warm day, this November 9th. The leaves have long begun to bolden in color, vibrant and blanketing the streets in gold-leaf petals, and summer’s sticky smolder has dithered to the tepid, the breezes on the oceans rolling salty and cool. Cường breathes it. Filled piping bag in hand, he holds it fondly, this comfortable, gentle weather:

Open window, kitchen full of sea-gust and the smoke of donut stalls...

The hour’s beautifully magical. They say the same everywhere, too, in those articles and poppy, tourist brochures, and he agrees when the visitors say it's breathtaking: Vietnam in the fall with its gentle, flowery afternoons. It isn’t so difficult to agree with them. Sipping on his bitter coffee, listening to their fawning, there, at the café with the milk trees at blossom.

And he thinks, as he goes back to piping a sweet array of icing roses, that that's why he thinks of Jaewoo so much--right now, here with summer slumbering to a calm.

Precious. His most coveted moment of the year, really, so cool and nakedly alive.

It makes Cường happy. Elated, almost. He doesn't often put those labels on himself, perpetually content and fatally complacent as he is--he knows this; he doesn't care, doesn't--but with Jaewoo counting sheep on his meager sofa (cute, he thinks, seeing his mouth just slightly agape), he struggles to find a more suitable word.

He pipes out a leaf. Straying, his gaze flickers over to him.

Jaewoo is unaware, out cold, still. His bare feet nearly tip past the reach of his sofa, facing the blowing breeze rifling his curtains, white and silky, and he’s seldom looked so tenderly at peace. But it had been a long day, to be frank: a journey about the city-square, a hair-raising ride on the back of his motorcycle-- Exhilarating, lively, hopefully, and with a treat at a restaurant and a round of karaoke--buzzed, sure, but they knocked back just some cocktails, he swears. Jaewoo's cheeks yet burn with it. Bright. Rosy. Cường huffs something like laughter that stops heavy in his chest, thick like honey-drip or a stewing baklava, and knows he’s grown far too fond of him, this long-dead man yet bursting with life. Soul. Aching with it, so filled to his marrow that it bleeds up his lungs.

Wanting is Jaewoo. Always deserving more is Jaewoo.

Cường looks away. He wants to give it to him, everything that burns so full and lively, but it’s hard, he imagines, to lasso stars and moonlight. The cake he’s icing, though, should be a solid enough start. It’s decadent. Admittedly, he’s overly proud of it himself, and even prouder yet that he baked it so secretly: vanilla bean and specked flavorfully, an arrangement of berries like peony and roses. Delicious, he knows, and his stomach lightens, dotting the cake with its last sweet flourishes:

Not the least of which is a comically large candle. 

Cường wipes his hands off his apron. He grabs his lighter and wicks it up.

The room, with a flick of the lightswitch, then plummets into shadow. Jaewoo is still heavy in his exhausting job of sheep-counting--hardworking man, why labor so much!--and Cường capitalizes as best as he can manage with his hands full. He carries the cake. It’s sweet smelling in his small apartment, and the lone candle, the only light about, bounces off his walls so cozily homey. It’s just this side of perfect enough, he dares to hope. Sorry, no great extravagance.

“Jaewoo,” he starts then, holding the cake close to his chest. Don’t stain, thank you. He hikes up his knobby knee, digs at his fluff of dark hair, and again tries, “Jaewoo.”

So, Jaewoo stirs.

It takes a moment, this birthday boy still dream-state-drunk, but his doe-eyes light up as he grasps what that odd candle light seems to be. Strawberries in the air, the smell of at-home bakery--

“You--”

“Yes.” Yup. “I did. Happy birthday, Jaewoo. Blow it out for me, would you?”

He goes to. He springs up to sitting, and more than that, nearly clobbers Cường over in a soul-crushing, bone breaking hug. It’s all entirely too much--’I’m holding your cake, Jaewoo’--but he hasn’t the heart to scold his energy, or the smile on face, or the wonder in his sparkling eyes.

And his row of white teeth, glittering, all comical smile before--emotion, there burning like torch.

“What’s wrong?” Huh? Cường wonders aloud, dropping carefully to his knees so that the cake may hover between them. The candle sputters, cutting sharp the line of Jaewoo’s jaw and sloping, dainty nose. That frown. That considering knot in his brows--

“You didn’t have to do so much for me. Today, you know? You sorta already...” he starts, and it isn’t tinged with a little wonder.

Cường blinks.

No scolding, he’d thought. He thought far too soon, apparently. You didn’t have to do so much. Older brother nearly pouts.

“Who says this?” The cake peers up at them. ‘Happy Birthday!’ it reads in an all too scratchy hand, looped up, chocolate icing. It’s just so perfectly imperfect, and so is Cường as he steals the focus, his one eye more lidded and his lip corner slightly thin. Anyway. “Who? Is it you? I didn’t have to do so much for you, no. I don’t have to do anything. We never have to do anything.”

“But I wanted to. I really wanted to. So, I made you vanilla. I put the strawberries into flowers. See? Flowers. I did it myself.”

Roses, in fact! Cường looks down, and resolutely, as though to drive his juvenile point home, brings the cake back up to where Jaewoo can blow. Young man with those tangling feelings and heavy emotions. “You’re my favorite, understand? I’ll always want to. I’ll always do so.”

Jaewoo gawps.

He glances back at that pretty cake with its sputtering candle and gleans how it throws Cường’s face in golden, sparkly shimmer. It’s so much, but then, the little things in life tend to swallow like sea, don’t they? Gobble you up. It’s a good kind of heaviness.

Gosh. “You’re embarrassing. Really, you’re a sap,” he manages somehow, sheepish, perhaps, but its earnest, the smile that breaks through his wave of melancholy. He blows out the candle, and Cường’s smile comes answering, rare and gummy as his eyes crinkle up.

An honest moment.

“Better.” They both agree. “When you smile, brother feels better. You’re my favorite every day. Every year. Every lifetime. Together, not alone, now. Happy birthday.”

[kenzieam]

Dirty Redhead - Bucky x Lev oneshot

@jewels2876​ @moonbeambucky​ @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123​ @iammarylastar​ @captstefanbrandt​ @badassbaker​ @pinknerdpanda​

I know I’m forgetting people, sorry.

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Warnings: None, just FLUFF

Length: 1581 words

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Just another little brain burp that I managed to get down on file. Enjoy.

And yes, I do drink this and I love it, give it at try :)

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As soon as Bucky stepped inside the coffee shop, he turned around and ran back out.

Heart hammering unexpectedly in his chest, he stared wide-eyed at nothing, making for quite the sight as people dodged around him, brows raised, on their own way into the shop.

Thankfully, his senses returned before someone got suspicious of the former Winter Soldier just standing there like he was awaiting orders and he ducked away to process what he’d just seen, morning coffee forgotten and wasn’t that a feat itself, for Bucky had become quite addicted to Has Beans’ special dark blend, planning his morning jogging route expressly so he passed by here on the tail end of his run and could indulge his newest vice every chance he got.

She was new.

She was an angel.

In the microsecond of time between his first glimpse of the new barista and startled flight, his enhanced mind had catalogued every visible thing about her. Heart-shaped face, a dark patterned handkerchief piling hair of unknown length on top of her head, only a thick fringe of staggeringly auburn hair allowed to escape over her forehead. Huge eyes of the most unique violet shade Bucky had ever encountered, in nature itself, let along in the eyes of a fellow human and a luscious body with curves for days, the practical apron she wore not disguising her in the slightest. But it had been her smile, the expression on her face, that had hit Bucky the hardest. He’d never, despite all his womanizing of the Forties, been a believer in love at first sight, but Jesus, her smile was the very sun, moon and stars themselves.

There was no way he’d be able to approach her with any sense of chill and order a coffee. If he managed to force himself to the counter at all, he’d just stand there babbling, or worse, gaping soundlessly, mouth opening and closing like a grouper.

Even if the suave player of the past hadn’t been irrevocably changed by his hellish life since, Bucky still wouldn’t have been able to speak to her right now with any hint of charm or poise; at best providing her with some entertainment this morning as he stuttered, at worst scaring her completely off from an obviously mentally deficient giant. Despite all his gains as an Avenger, his reputation was still precarious in the eyes of the fickle public and he did not need it splashed across the media outlets that ‘The Winter Soldier looked unstable and out of control this morning, set loose amongst the innocent public’.

One thought arrowed in his mind and Bucky turned back towards the Tower.

One long pep talk later, Steve watched quietly, throwing an encouraging thumbs up from his seat at a bench across from Has Beans, to the visibly shaking Bucky about to enter it. Bucky glanced over his shoulder at his friend, and Steve almost laughed out loud at the expression on the man’s face. He’d never looked so trepidatious, not on the front lines of the war, not when they were aboard the train, not even as memories had began to flood the Winter Soldier’s icy mind, bits and pieces of who this man was, bloodied and beaten beneath him and refusing to fight back on the deck of the Helicarrier.

He almost leapt to his feet to rescue him, but then Bucky’s wide back was disappearing into the shop and Steve knew he had to wait, this was a mission Bucky had to complete himself.

Bucky took a moment to collect himself as the door closed behind him. Patrons sat at tables, talking and laughing, people stood in line waiting, no one yet noticed him, and he took the time to breathe, eyes moving inexorably towards the woman responsible for his current state.  

She was still there, the redhaired angel, she’d not been a trick of his mind or some other hallucination and she looked just as amazing as before, just as bewitching.

His flesh palm sweated, the other creaked with tension as he fisted it, forcing himself to follow the line, moving ever closer to the counter and his heart beat a wild cadence in his chest. She wouldn’t need enhanced hearing to pick up his thundering pulse. Bucky shifted his weight nervously as the patron a few ahead of him spelled out some absurdly complicated order, obviously in love with the sound of their own voice and genius.

She remained patient and gracious, nodding to the customer as if they were indeed a rare treasure this beautiful morning, blessing her with their presence and then, all too soon, there was only one person separating him from her and Bucky wished this person had the same novel to recite, giving him more time, but no, fate was inexorable and the person was moving to the side to collect their drink from the other barista, a delightful little bastard who looked like the love child of Stark and Rhodey and flirted endlessly with every man that entered, and Bucky was next, feeling like he stood in front of a firing squad.

“What can I get for you?” Her voice was just as beautiful as the rest of her and there was the grouper gaping mouth and God help-

“What do you recommend?” His voice almost cracked, and her sweet smile grew warmer.

“What do you like?”

That was a loaded question. You, doll. I like you. “C-coffee.”

Duh.

“Then you’ve come to the right place.” There was no teasing in her voice and Bucky let the sound of it wash over his soul, balm to the unending pain there. This was his safe place, she was his safe place, he knew it with utter certainty, as indelible as his friendship, his brotherhood, with Steve. “Lattes are good,” she continued. “You can add different flavors.”

“Okay,” Bucky babbled. He’d never normally order such a thing, what was wrong with plain black coffee? But this woman could recommend a glass of sulfuric acid right now and he’d just chirp ‘bottoms up’ and drink it.

Leaning forwards slightly, gifting Bucky with more of her heavenly scent when it already addled his mind, she eyed him conspiratorially, as if imparting a secret. “I’d recommend the Dirty Redhead,” she whispered.

His heart thudded against his chest; breath knocked from his lungs. “Ex-excuse me?”

The little minx smiled, she knew what a state she was putting him in right now, and she was playing with him. Always the hunter, never the quarry, Bucky felt a thousand different kinds of vulnerable right now.

She straightened again, seemingly satisfied with Bucky’s discombobulation and continued, her honeyed voice just husky enough to remind Bucky of languid pillow talk and sighed whimpers during bed play. “It’s actually a red vanilla tea latte with soy milk, then you make it ‘dirty’ with an extra espresso shot.”

Bucky frowned, surely he was a coffee shop virgin but, “Isn’t espresso coffee?”

“Yes.”

“And you add it to red vanilla tea?” She had to be playing with him.

“Yes, and soy milk. Regular milk is fine too but I like the extra flavor soy adds.”

“You drink it?”

“I invented it.” Her smiled widened enough to show Bucky a hint of teeth, one incisor slightly crooked and only adding to her appeal.

Emboldened, feeling the faintest hints of old Bucky returning, he leaned a hair closer. “You did?”

“Well, not initially I’m sure, but I added it to the menu here, and I try to get the more adventurous customers to try it.” She glanced over at her co-worker, the Tony-Rhodey love child and smirked. “Hudson here came up with the name.”

Hearing his name, Hudson lifted his head from his work and flashed Bucky a wink and a smirk.

“Tell you what….” She continued, meeting Bucky’s eyes. Warmth suffused him at her gentle expression, the sense that she was teasing him yes, but not meanly. She was flirting with the Winter Soldier. “If you try it, I’ll tell you my name.”

He wanted so much more; he could not walk out of this shop with only her name. In the short amount of time that had passed since he’d entered Has Beans for his morning coffee, this woman had become as essential to him as his next breath.

“And?” He replied, brow quirked as his own devilish side grew bolder.

“And what?” Her eyelashes fluttered.

“If I like it, you let me take you to dinner.”

The barest hint of surprise in her amethyst eyes. She’d seen Bucky’s interest, not realized it was so strong. But she was intrigued by him too, she felt at least a little of the pull that ensnared him.

“Only if you take me dancing too. Isn’t that how the great Bucky Barnes used to charm all his dates?”

She knew who he was and, unlike so many before her, so many faceless people on the streets, it didn’t turn her off or scare her away. Had she recognized him right away, or only after speaking with him? He didn’t know or care, she wasn’t afraid of him when so many more were; she wasn’t letting his past define their future and he fell that much more in love with her for it.

“Anything you want, doll.”

“Lev.”

He let her name caress his tongue, liquid silk as he tasted it. “Lev.”

Her answering smile was the most beautiful thing Bucky had ever seen.

[sarasfm]

Sarauniya “ Sara ” Davies, 24, pansexual, cisfemale, ISFP Enneagram 9w1; Pisces sun, Sagittarius moon, Pisces rising 1st year Advanced Encryption Major; did not go to a spy prep hs

Imma keep it real with you, chief, I have absolutely no idea what’s going on. I mean, obviously, I know what espionage is ; I’ve read books and articles, and I’ve seen Spy Kids and all the Charlies Angels and James Bond movies, but I genuinely think I need a minute to wrap my head around everything. Make that two weeks, because what’s this I hear about two murders ?  I literally just got sent here to be safe, I — I’m sorry, I’m freaking out. Give me five seconds, and we can start again, because I promise I can totally pretend this is all normal. @gallagherintro​

full name: sarauniya “ sara ” davies

dormitory room: 105

birthday: 20 march 1995

soundtrack: “ go gina ” by sza

favorite dish: efo riro

aesthetic:  when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of light reflecting from her earrings, eyeglasses perched on top of her head, and a caviar iphone always in her hands

Bio Points

her mom’s a nigerian baddie billionaire & her dad’s a soft academic brit

she grew up between london and abuja where their family’s business is based. it’s a trading enterprise, the largest industrial conglomerate in sub-saharan africa

she’s the eldest of three siblings, was raised to be prim & proper and groomed to run their family’s business. her family’s not pushy though and they’re really cool. very healthy dynamic so she doesn’t mind ; she loves her fam and would do it w a smile !

Coding is her Passion though. total dork. stayed up all the time just sleuthing and being an internet geek since she was a youngin’

loves education and is the type who would willingly stay in school to learn. has a degree in economics from harvard and was almost done with her mba when her littlest sister got abducted !  was it about business ? money ? who knows ! the sister’s fine now but her family sure is Scared especially since sara’s alone in the big bad united states

her mom made some calls and went “ gimbiya, look, u aint safe n we sorry. we’ll work something out to make sure u get ur mba degree somehow but shit is wild so we gotta get u somewhere near that’s safe asap. u like studying & ur a geek with computers right ? cool beans, go back to school & welcome to gallagher, babe ”

she enters gallagher in the middle of the spring semester very overwhelmed & inwardly ignoring how unhappy she is about having to be here bc she is not & does not want to be a spy. she just tryna distract herself by looking at this entire thing as a weird vacation where she can do stuff she wasn’t able to before because it’s literally detached from the world. she is mostly probably in way over her head, but let’s see ! 

Other Information

Nicknames: Sara (to everyone), gimbiya (to family, means princess in Hausa)

Languages: English (native), Hausa (native), Arabic (C1), French (B2)

Strengths: is money a strength ? also coding. and being the sweetest. and a general smartypants but that’s in a university setting & gallagher probably doesnt give a fuck

Relationship History: only has one (1) experience. ( well,,, 2 if a three-second drunken kiss w kass counts ) his name’s royce and they’ve known each other since their bougie secondary school back in britain. started dating at sixteen and went to harvard together. they’re long term as fuck. he’s like her best friend and their families adore the couple & each other. got engaged last september and sara broke it off before leaving for gallagher, oof. she deadass milked the opportunity but lbr she wasnt rlly Feeling It so she’s kinda glad for the ‘valid reason’ to appear bc it rlly wasn’t Love for sara so boy bye

Physical appearance: 1.76m, 55kg, long black hair, slim and toned build

Classes: GEN 105, GEN 206, AE 101, AT 101, PE 101

Personality

the sweetest. v charming & sensitive to others & curious about things. enthusiastic too ! loves adventures & is very passionate. queen of empathy. 

she’s not stuck up even tho she loaded. she doesnt rlly talk abt her family having 12B or the fact that she’s an ivy league girl, bc she’s just generally very uwu 

easily stressed and flustered and overwhelmed ! man, gallagher’s gonna shook this goddamn academic dork to her core for the love of god someone pls get the aed ready

rlly fun !!! can be a lil unpredictable bc it b lyk dat for rich girls. loves her independence which she hasn’t maximized bc of her ex fiancé & responsibilities but it’s chill so chill totally chill, no ounce of further longing exists in the crevices of this girl’s heart

she is so not good with confrontation and is so allergic to conflict ok. she will sweep discomfort under a rug and lie on it ‘til it’s flat which makes her a queen of repression & conforming

is she easily overwhelmed & stressed ? yes, but she’ll try not to show it so much. it’s all mostly an internal monologue so don’t underestimate her pls. she’s v smart and competent. can be so competitive ( albeit mostly inwardly ) and a boss ass business bitch like her business momma bc that’s what she’s been training for altho she is still generally a soft bab so ... yeah, if u would be so kind as to Estimate her, that’d be grand

she needs to always be on top of her game. maybe not the best in the class, but definitely pushes herself to be her best, so a lot of late nights studying & won’t settle for bad grades ever. gonna be rough in gallagher bc she is not spy material ok, she’s just a pretty rich geek behind a computer

just imagine her as the nice girl in ur ap classes who’s a lil awkward & just so happens to be super hot & stinking rich

Fun Facts

has a six-month old rescue pup named sooty ! who kinda looks like a sheparnese

has a tendency to ramble if she’s comfy w u enough or mayhaps if it’s too much man 

is v diligent w keeping a journal & does it everyday 

likes to dance ! not super good but she likes it. hits da clubs for dat shit 

is a lil instagram famous bc she’s a gorgeous rich harvard girl & all that jazz. queen of selfies & of looking hot but doesn’t actually get to play around rip ffff 

doesn’t drink much bc she is an extreme lightweight and 2 is her tap out limit

if she’s had more than 2 drinks, she is Very Honest but still very ramble-y 

she is physically active but mostly just runs and does yoga. knows very basic self-defense. is not sporty, definitely not a fighter, may god have mercy on her soul

isnt a virgin but is not sexually experienced lmao lbr she kinda Itching to get out there 

don’t ask me what her accent is because i have no clue it’s all over the place

Established Connections — just bc i think y’all would like to know

kassandra sutton — internet friends ! loves kass to bits. have known each other since sara was 14. when kass was 18, sara took her on a grad trip to montreal and became a lil lowkey into her. doesn’t help that kass drunk kissed her & doesn’t remember lmfao. poor sara told her then-bf & they had a lil fight but they made up bc sara didn’t talk to kass for months. eventually they became friends again & now sara’s in gallagher w no idea that kass is a mf sutton & honestly, my girl is just very shook w everything 

Possible Connections

crushes — she does not know how to flirt. she is ,,,, p pathetic tbh but a real heckin cutie. will be super nice to ur bab ok  

flirtationships — sara and i r gonna continue to keep it real w u chieves, her ex fiancé royce was vanilla and bland as fuck. can u believe she has not been single in a decade ? ? someone give her love & attention & fluster this soft innocent child. get her Experienced but also dont hurt her

enemies/angst !!! —  or maybe do ! maybe hurt her. maybe obliterate her. maybe smash her poor heart to pieces, because tbh i would love that.  so someone pls for the love all things holy and divine, someone hurt her !!!!

fwb — probably just one (1) bc she’s still a romantic ? and she’s probably gonna want something exclusive even if it’s no strings attached and will surely want to ,.,. get to know them a little bit more first ,,, at least ideally , idk , maybe impulse & thirst gets the better of her one of these days who knows lets find out !

friends !!! — sara will love u ok. she may be a lil easily flustered but she’s doesn’t rlly give up on ppl quickly. as i’ve said, queen of empathy. probs feels v sorry for majority of the gallagher & georgetown kids bc, .,.,., this environment just screams highkey Trauma to her and she’s valid bc she’s right

mentors !!! — she hates feeling dumb ok she Always has to be on top of her game, so u can bet ur ass after her first meetings in her classes she goes to ppl going “ hey could u help me out w working out ? boxing ? firing a gun ? literally everything & anything ? ”   

anything & everything — meaning just come @ me & let’s talk about it uwu 

( did i just create georgina’s antithesis ? fuck yes, and i am sooo excited to have a child that’s not always plotting & scheming & being mean like y’all have no idea ;_; nywy, that was long bc shutting up and brevity are things i do not possess. whats up it’s ur og flower garden girl rose here aka bugleweed aka fiancée of many and lover of all, and i am open to anything and everything ! just drop an IM or hit dat like & ill slide in ur dmz w love, plots & sanitized hands x )

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Broken Promises

Yeah well my heart was broke but that bitch survived, she’s okay.

Word count: 1,866

Angst with fluff !??

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“He’ll be here, I promise.” It felt like an apologetic lie was rolling off my tongue, I mean it was for sure a lie. I have told several people that lie already; the flower shop, the tux renters who called to speak to Calum, and even with his parents who wanted to meet up last week.

The apology side of it came for myself, I had given up on Calum’s help on the wedding stuff. I knew he wouldn’t care what we picked and he would most likely say “it’s just a cake, it’s just some decorations, it’s just flowers.” I wanted him to be excited as he was when he first proposed. He would speak out about what he would like to do and what format, or venue.

I take a deep breath in and just look at my phone once more. “You know what, let’s just do this. I’m sure he can eat any flavor.” I try to joke with her and she seemed to understand my disappointment. I knew our wedding was 2 months away, but this girl is so popular and I wanted her to do the cake. I was lucky to even be here.

“Any flavor we want to avoid?” She asks and I nod quickly. “No red velvet, can’t stand the color or how much it tastes like dye,” I speak and she nods, writing it down on her notepad. “Here is a menu of what our cakes are and their descriptions.” She slides the menu to me and I scan it over.

I wasn’t a huge fan of caramel but I knew Calum liked it. “I want to try the flavored cookie dough cake, salted caramel cake, and the marble cake.” I slide it back to her and she nods again. “Any filling or icing flavors or do you want to just try the ones that usually come with it?” She asks, man I thought this would be the easy task.

“I’ll just stay with what you offer per cake.” I decide and she writes more things down, she starts to walk into the kitchen. After a few minutes, she comes back out with the three cakes.

“This is the cookie dough cake, it is filled with strong vanilla bean buttercream, and it is iced the same as filled, but the flavor won’t be as strong so it doesn’t end up too sweet.” She explains as she slides it over, I pick up the fork that was provided. I absolutely loved this flavor, it was like my childhood dreams came true.

“This is the salted caramel cake. It is filled with brown sugar and almost a coffee flavor, it is topped off with vanilla buttercream.” She points to which one was the cake. I take a bite of it and try to hide my disapproval, I just am not that big of a fan of caramel but I tried it for Calum. I knew in my heart he’d like it so I smile up at her.

“And this one is the marble cake, it is filled with a chocolate mousse and is iced in almond buttercream.” She adds and I eat a bite of it, I honestly loved it. I loved the chocolate chip and the marble one, I knew Calum would like the other.

“How many tiers of cake would I need to feed 250-300?” I ask and she calculated it on her notepad. “At least 4 tiers.” She looks up and I nod. “Okay, I want 1 layer of the caramel, 1 of the cookie dough, and 2 of the marble. I don’t care which order they’re in.” I say and she nods. “What about designing plans?” She asks and I open my phone to find the pictures.

“I absolutely love the piped lace look on the cake, I would want that for all layers. I have my own flowers that can be used, I want the traditional white.” I explain and she was jotting it down, I saw her drawing a sketch. “Okay, is that it?” She asks kindly and I nod. “Yeah, it is. Thank you for this.” I shake her hand and she nods. “My pleasure, I’ll see you in 2 months.” She says and I wave as I walk out.

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When I walk in, Calum was sitting in front of the tv watching reruns of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. “Afternoon, babe.” He smiles towards me and I didn’t reply, I just walk towards the kitchen. I see dishes piled up and the garbage needed to be taken out soon.

I groan to myself as I load the dishes into the dishwasher. I use the backdoor to shortcut the walk to where the bins were. When I come back in, I could hear Calum talking obnoxiously loud on the phone.

I tried to tune it out as I started to wipe the cabinets down and re-bag the trash can. I start to boil some water and pull out the ingredients for lasagna. I preheat the oven and find the noodles and jarred sauce.

I add the sauce and ground hamburger meat that I had made last night. It took about 15 minutes before I could even begin to layer all of the things. I set my timer for 35 minutes and just lean myself against the counter.

I couldn’t help my mind from racing with all of the annoyance I had built up for Calum. We’re getting married in two months and I have done most of the things by myself. If this is how we’re going to spend our marriage, then I don’t want it.

I hear Calum coming near because I notice that he was saying his goodbyes on the phone. “Something smells amazing in here.” He compliments and stands in front of me. “Thanks,” I mumble and he raises his eyebrows. “Were you home all day?” I ask and he makes a face. “Well, we recorded until 12 and then I came home.” He states and I nod, how fucking great!

It would have been nice if he could’ve picked up a little or remembered our fucking cake appointment.

“Well, that’s great Calum. Glad you had a nice and relaxed day at home.” I sassily remark and he crosses his arms. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He huffs and I laughed, literally fucking laughed.

“I had to come home and do the dishes, take out the trash, make supper, and clean up the kitchen. I’m sure you didn’t do the laundry so I’ll also do that.” I defend myself and he rolls his eyes. “You’re going to bicker about me not doing the chores? You’re not my mom, y/n.” He chuckles but I could tell it was a condescending one.

“Yeah, I’m not your fucking mom Calum. I am your fiancée. Your fiancée that has planned the wedding alone for and is basically now your maid. You have ignored all the times I’ve told you that we had an appointment. I had to try cakes today alone and the look the chef gave me was sad.” I feel the annoyances boiling over. “Well, that’s just stuff I knew you could handle. There’s no point in me being there.” He shrugs it off and I laughed again.

I would have felt better if he had said that he forgot the appointments instead of choosing not to go.

“Calum, the point of you being there is to support this marriage. It’s supposed to be something we do together so it is blended for the big day.” I try to calm myself back down but he just shrugs once more. “It’s too late to worry now.” He blows it off and I had tears starting to surface.

“Calum, I don’t want to marry you if it’s going to be like this. I can cancel all of the things in a heartbeat, I’m not afraid to either. I don’t have to marry you if our lives are gonna stay in this ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude.” I spit and his eyes widen.

“What?” His voice cracks a little and I move my hand away when he tries to clasp ours. “I said that I don’t have to be with you. I’m independent, I don’t have to be a maid who plans a wedding and cooks/cleans at home.” I sass and he stumbled a step back.

It was true, I didn’t have to be with him. Of course, I loved him more than anything and it’d be devastating to not be with him, but mama didn’t raise no bitch.

“I-I didn’t know that you were to that point. You never mentioned that it hurt when I didn’t show up. I just thought that you liked to do it on your own or with your sister.” He mumbles and I hear a tiny sniffle. I had to look towards the ground to avoid seeing him cry, I knew it would have me on my knees begging for forgiveness of what I said.

“I told you multiple times that we had appointments at certain places, you chose to ignore that,” I say and he started to weep, I literally was squeezing my eyes and hands so tight so I wouldn’t run back into his arms.

“You are the love of my life and that’s why I proposed. I know I’ve been slacking and I am sorry that you have been doing this stuff without me. I don’t want to even think about not marrying you or not being with me. I’ve loved you for 3 years and I can’t just not be with you.” He grabs my tightened fist and I relax under his touch.

I didn’t know what to say to his little speech, but I knew in my heart that he was being honest. I look up and all I could see was the tears still flowing down his face.

“Calum, I love you with all my heart and soul. We’ve always had bumps in the road but I need a promise, I need to know that something is going to change. I can’t live as your maid, but I can live as your wife.” I explain and he was nodding so quick. “I promise, I promise on Duke's life and the longevity of 5sos.” He was getting closer. “That’s two big things to swear on.” I chuckle and he was pressed up against me.

“Well, I can’t lose you.” He says while pecking my lips continuously. I wrap my arms around his neck and he pulls me into a tight hug.

“What flavor cakes did you get?” He asks as he puts me down and I smile up to him. “Marble, cookie dough, and salted caramel,” I tell him and his eyes go wide. “You actually tried a caramel cake?” He asks and I nod. “It was nasty to me but I’m sure you’re gonna love it.” I laugh and he was grinning big.

“That’s how you know this is real, you tried something you hate but I like.” He pecks my lips again.

“I feel like there are more factors than just a caramel cake.”

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Different Kisses with B.I / Hanbin

Thank you for requesting! I haven’t written for iKON before, so it’s great that I finally get to do so! Admittedly I haven’t been into them as much as I used to be (must fix this) so I’m glad to be looking into Hanbin’s kisses today!

N/B: To fit more in with how I view this workaholic/perfectionist, I have added in more awareness to him obviously being an idol. All of my Different Kisses are written with them as idols in mind, but I think Hanbin’s is going to be the most obvious.

Regardless of how much time you are together, Hanbin’s kisses always remind you of the sweet, innocent start to love.

First kiss:

Hanbin liked you for a long time. Every time he’d see you from afar he’d literally smile so giddily, and whenever your name was mentioned in conversation, he’d try his best not to lose complete control. He liked everything there was to you so much, that he just couldn’t bring himself to ask you out. Everyone and their pet dog too knew how much he really was attracted to you, but he was worried of ruining that, scared that you wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings further than friendship. It took a lot of effort from his members to finally get him to attempt to tell you his feelings. He thought about writing them into a song for you, and then he wrote you letters. He practiced speeches, he planned the most perfect way to ask you out, but every time he’d just become a fumbled, blushing mess, and not at all the cool guy he wanted to appear like in your eyes.

It was you who finally initiated it, tired of watching Hanbin struggling with his emotions for you. He was yet again stumbling over words and you could tell he was just sinking into another frustrated hole like last time that you leant over and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, Hanbin completely frozen from your gentle embrace. And then you pulled away, smiling at his shock. “I’ve liked you for just as long, Hanbin,” you told him and he finally shook off his stupor, grinning dazedly at you, his face still coloured crimson but completely and utterly happy.

You thought he might be mad that it was you who confessed first, and further, had initiated the first kiss too, but he was just so darn relieved that he no longer had to worry about how to capture your heart since he had already done so.

Public kisses:

Although you’ve been dating for some time now, PDA with Hanbin out in public is at a minimum. He’s always up for holding your hand, maybe placing his arm around your waist, but that’s it. He’s still a shy bean when it comes to displaying his love for you out in public, but that’s okay because whilst he’s not so forthcoming with his lips or further touches, his eyes are making up for that. The way he gazes at you so adoringly regardless of where you are is breathtaking and you can tell with one look just how in love he is with you. He smiles often at you; lighting up his face completely and you feel like you’ve just been overwhelmed with a venti double shot of his love. You’re addicted to the way he looks at you out in public, knowing that when you’re some place more private, there will be no holding back from following up those silent love confessions with his lips.

Private kisses:

Wow, how he held back when out in public, you still don’t understand. Because at home, he is so clingy, it’s impossible to do anything without him somehow attached to you. And most of the time you don’t mind, because Hanbin is so busy, when he’s around for hours on end it’s a treat for you. So you’ll accept him enveloping you in his arms and resting his head on your shoulder as you do the dishes, pulling you into his lap when you’re folding laundry, and him helping you cook from behind you again, stirring the contents of a pot on the stove with one hand, whilst his other is firmly attached to your waist and rubbing gentle circles upon your side. All of these moments are accompanied with a constant supply of kisses, mostly soft, brief pecks on your cheeks, on your forehead/side of your head, on your shoulder or the crook of your neck if they’re exposed, and showers of butterfly kisses when you’re just cuddled up together on the couch. Hanbin is so darn affectionate towards you when it’s just you two, he cannot control himself. He’s not the type to verbalise his feelings for you all the time, because he gets a little shy doing so, but between the looks he gives you and all those gentle hugs and kisses, you know you mean the world to him.

Making out:

This section is probably going to have the most information bye to our souls. Not because I feel like Hanbin is a constant freak in the sheets for you (I actually believe he’d be a slow, sensual, very vanilla type of lover in bed, but this isn’t about sex today hohoho), but because Hanbin’s schedule make time together limited sometimes, when you do get to be together, he’s going to take advantage of the short time he gets with you. And so some days you can have a lot of lazy cuddles and sweet couple vibes, and others he going to be a little more obvious about how much he wants you. The great thing is, you miss him so much when he’s busy, that you’re often the first to initiate a more heated atmosphere, your lips desperately searching his, relishing in how he kisses you back with demand. Most of the time, after you’ve started up the mood, things will slow down and become more tender when at home. Hanbin likes to imprint your curves, your imperfections, your everything into his mind and his lips, finding himself moving all over your body with his hands and his lips. He’s so soft with you, as if he were to put any pressure through his lips you would break, and you are too precious to him to treat you any other way. But he’s not completely naïve; he knows as he breathes over your skin, your body temperature is heightened, shivering against his gentle placements on kisses and light sucking, your breathing growing shallow, and your mind blanking. He loves how you surrender yourself to him in these moments, smiling against your skin as he continues mapping your body out with his kisses.

Making out with Hanbin can vary when not at home though. He might not show you off in public, or even kiss you in front of his members, but you best believe he wastes no time in showing you how much he craves you when alone. Some of your favourite make out places are at his workplace actually, the pair of you taking advantage of any time together alone there. You’re always prepared for Hanbin to take you into the bathroom when he can’t handle his feelings around others, or when he’s taking a break from working in his studio room, and you’re there, you bet he’ll pass the time with his lips caressing yours. His favourite place is the practice room though, and we’ll get to that in a moment. But all of these sessions are very different than when at home. There’s a time limit over your heads that you’re both aware of, and there’s not exactly enough time for him to treat your body the way he likes to at home, and so its more handsy than kissing all over your body, both grabbing at one another and your mouths are conjoined in heated, open mouthed kisses that fall from one into the next, tongues linking, breathing heavy and you know that if you’re ever caught in these situations, Hanbin is going to turn into an embarrassed mess. But it never stops him from testing his luck, and the next time Jiwon so much as tries to mention that one time he found you both with his hand down your pants, you’re certain he might try to murder his best friend, lol.

For the first time, I’m breaking down making out with two extra headers, instead of putting them on their own, I feel they really need to be under this umbrella heading, so here they are…

Mirror kisses: The practice room is the most perfect place to see all angles of you, and Hanbin knows this room like the back of his hand. It’s not often it’s empty or free for long, but it’s such a kink of his to see you both pressed against each other, wrapping himself around you from behind, hands moving all over your body, whilst he kisses and sucks at your neck that you’ve tilted your head to the side to give him more access to. His eyes flicker to the reflections in front of you both, never finding you more attractive than he did as you become so unhinged in front of him as he grabs at you. These are his favourite kisses, watching you become more of a mess, your own eyes staring back at him as you let out small moans of his name. If he had the confidence and Jiwon hadn’t caught you that one time, he would take you right there and then, his make out sessions with you in the practice room always being a good memory to reminisce on whenever he’s been away from you for too long, or it’s been a long day.

Stressed kisses: Speaking of long days, Hanbin is a known workaholic. He is always busy creating new music for iKON and himself, perfecting his art form whenever the schedule allows him to. But because the life of an idol is rather hectic, and given his self critical ways, Hanbin can get really stressed out, especially if things aren’t going well creatively. You are his cure, the boy coming home to find you, or inviting you to his studio for a late night binge on your body. He’s never been a rough lover, but the way he grips at you during these times really excites you through the added desire. He’s more talkative in these sessions too, in between kisses, telling you how much he needs you, how much he craves your love, how hard it’s been to not have you up against his body. In these moments you know it’s the stress fuelling his passion on, as if he’s looking for some switch to go off and relax him again. Your own hands know exactly where to massage him and your lips on his neck has him groaning. He soon is able to calm down, and you can tell he’s easing up in his mood when his lips return to their usual gentleness.

Morning kisses:

If Hanbin can wake up with you in his arms, he feels as though he’s the luckiest guy alive. There’s something ethereal when the morning light is hitting your face, lighting you up in his eyes. Even your slightly ajar mouth as you breathe in and out has him weak for you, reaching over to place light kisses all over your cheeks, nose, and lips. If there’s a time of the day where he’s going to tell you his honest feelings, it’s when you’ve both woken up, holding onto each other and whispering those beautiful love anecdotes at each other.

Making up:

Fighting with you stresses Hanbin out and he tries not to do it ever. However your biggest complaint in your relationship is the hardest on you both and it’s about priorities. You both know that music and your relationship have equal parts in Hanbin’s world, and when you fell in love with him, it was because of his dedication to his music career. He was so attractive to you, how coolly he went about his day. So it’s not like you went into this with the idyllic thought that he’ll be able to successfully manage both your relationship and music all the time. But you weren’t prepared for the times where he would be unresponsive, out of contact, so involved in his creativity for long periods either. It was when you would fight the most, feeling insignificant in his world. And Hanbin never knew how to fix this either, he tried his best, but he was only human too. Fighting always makes him worried that you’ll leave him, the small negative thought in his mind that you’re too good to wait on him when he’s too busy being fuelled by your harsh words. He’s always the first to apologise, even when he’s tired of this being an issue in your relationship, and he’ll be desperate for you to understand how much he loves you that he’ll just start kissing you in the middle of the argument, unable to express himself in any better way. Of course, if you’re too worked up, this will only seem like a bandaid to you, and you’ll push him off, hurting his feelings further and making him a little lost.

Thankfully, fighting is so rare between you both, that these moments pass when the tension is eased and you both try hard to be more understanding of each other.

Studio kisses:

Because the boy literally lives here when he’s not at home, you often come to visit him, especially when you’re needy for some kind of connection with him. Hanbin secretly loves when you whine and cling to him, the feeling of being needed by you being one of his favourite things to write about in his journal full of songs about you. And most of the time, he’ll take a break in his work if he can to shower you in appreciation for coming to visit him, but not before riling you up a little. As you whine for his attention and he pretends that the piece of music he’s working on right now is not finished (oh it so is), you’re going to get all pouty and frustrated with him. AND HE LOVES THIS. Seeing how much you need him in that moment is inwardly driving this boy into a near heart failure because he’s so darn in love with you right now. And so he’ll stop holding out, turning around in his chair and holding out his arms, chuckling when you dive into them and then peppering you in kisses, and lots of laughter. What a blissful moment.

Blushing kisses:

It doesn’t matter how much time travels between you both, Hanbin is still that shy, blushing man you first kissed. You still have the ability to say or do something that has him blushing, amazed that you are truly his. And in those moments you always follow them up, making his skin darken in colour, by placing your lips on his, wrapping your arms around him and then holding him tightly. Letting him know you adore everything about him, and especially when he blushes over you, because it’s then that you realise just how weak he can get for your love.

Ice cream kisses:

Let’s end this sweetly, shall we? Choco cone anyone? You best bet no icy dessert gets eaten alone in your relationship. There is nothing better than tasting the rich chocolatey goodness from your boyfriend’s lips yourself right? And he relishes in this as well, purposely taking another bite of his ice cream and waiting for you to share your lips with his again. What a tasty treat in more than one way.

I feel that Hanbin is the softest, sweetest boyfriend you could ever have, but if you expect too much of him, he’ll retreat further into his music. The great thing is, you know he loves you even when he’s not around, and this can help ease your worries of being forgotten. Because if you were to ever find that journal of his in the third drawer down in his studio, you’d know than even when not together all he’s doing is thinking of you.

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