#all I saw you drink in that movie was coffee and red wine
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BVS Alfred, with tears in his eyes: oh 🥺 he finally drank something
BVS Alfred picking up an empty bottle: it was three bottles of Pinot Noir, but that is a liquid 🥹
#bruce wayne#batman#dc#thoughts#bvs#batman v superman#hydrate Bruce#please#all I saw you drink in that movie was coffee and red wine#literally took his pills with red wine#I get it and I’ve been there but DUDE#alfred pennyworth#Jeremy irons#batfleck
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Cherry Wine
A Tale from the 'My Bloody Valentine' Universe
~Tom left town in a hurry, escaping capture by faking his death. On the run and distraught, he finds comfort in the arms of a stranger.~
Tom Hanniger x Rose (OFC)
2,453 Words
Warnings: NSFW. Sexual Scenes. Torture. Bondage. Psychosis. Movie Level Blood and Gore.
A/N: Written for @jacklesversebingo "Be good for me and I'll untie you."
This takes place immediately after the film and shows Tom still dealing with his issues, namely murder. If you're unfamiliar with the movie, I doubt it will matter. Just know that he is insane and dangerous. Hope you enjoy!
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He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he couldn't go home.
He didn't even know where home was anymore. Was it back in Harmony surrounded by memories and the corpses of his childhood? Or back in the hospital with all of his twisted pain and overly medicated thoughts?
He didn't know.
So he drove.
He drove until the sun rose and hung high in the sky, blossoming over the Pennsylvania landscape like the face of God. Bright and warm, it beat down on the maroon truck as trees blurred in his peripheral.
When the gas tank was as empty as his stomach, he pulled off of the interstate and parked, taking only his wallet and jacket with him.
The late afternoon was warm. February had been uncharacteristically mild, and he tugged at the collar of his sweatshirt, readjusting the hood behind his head.
Bill’s Diner was open and crowded. Tables lined the big front window, each red vinyl booth filled with locals who chatted over never-ending cups of coffee and plates of over-done french fries.
A little bell rang overhead as he walked in, and a pretty brunette with long hair pulled back into a tight bun smiled.
“Sit anywhere, hun,” she called to him while navigating the sea of tables with her hands full.
Tom nodded and looked around for an empty spot before deciding on a stool at the counter. He sat and slumped forward, clasped his hands on the sticky linoleum. He stared at his hands, willing the trembling to cease, but it never really went away. He was always just a little bit anxious, some part of him always shaking even if no one else saw.
Trauma had slashed at his soul and the scars ran deep.
A deep breath steadied him and Tom looked up as the waitress came into view.
“Hey there. Welcome to Bill’s. Can I getcha something to drink?”
Her smile was captivating. Her two front teeth were adorably bigger than the rest and her plump bow lips were tinted gently with a red gloss that made them look forever wet.
He couldn’t help but stare.
She blinked and looked away, pale skin blushing a soft pink under his gaze. Bright blue eyes gleamed when she turned back and Tom’s chest ached.
She reminded him of Sarah but a little plainer, a little softer all over.
“Hello?”
She waved a hand in front of his face and Tom startled, sitting up straight and shaking his head to clear his vision.
“Sorry,” he said with a sigh. “Long drive.”
The waitress nodded and grabbed a mug from below the counter. “I bet.” She filled it with coffee and slid it to Tom who smiled and closed his hands around the cup. “You coming or going?”
He bit his lip, wondering how to answer. Where was he coming from? Where was he going? To hell, probably.
Tired green eyes swept over her. The plastic buttons on her white shirt were tiny and struggling to keep the thin fabric from pulling open across her breasts. Her dark jeans were tight and dusted with flour and a few drops of marinara that had slipped past her black apron. Her curves were decadent and she smelled like vanilla.
He cleared his throat. “Just passing through.”
She smiled kindly and laid a plastic covered menu next to his coffee.
“Well, alright then, stranger. My name’s Rose. When you’re ready, just holler.” She winked and turned away, leaving him to scan the day’s specials alone.
The giant clock in the corner ticked the hours away. Customers came and went. Coins were dropped; tips were thin. Empty plates smeared with ketchup stacked up in the kitchen; spilled salt was wiped from table tops with a dingy rag.
Rose was busy most of the evening, but never too busy to stop back at the counter and talk with Tom. She lingered near him, pretending to clean while they chatted about how it hadn’t snowed in a few weeks and how the price of gas was going down a bit. She was sweet and Tom liked being near her. She was beautiful and her voice was like a calm breeze that lulled and comforted him.
When the windows were dark and the fuchsia neon glowed bright, Rose set her hands on the counter and looked down at him.
“Closing time, buddy. You don’t have to go home, butcha can’t stay here.”
He looked up through thick lashes and smiled flirtatiously. “Already?”
Rose licked her lips. “Sadly, yes. All good things must come to an end. Or so I’m told.”
“That’s a shame.” Without looking away, he drained the sweet swill from the bottom of his mug. “There any place to get a drink around here?” He paused, calculating her interest, and then went for it. He had nothing to lose. “Or maybe I could walk you home…”
Rose’s cheeks burned and her smile was impossible to hide. “Maybe both.”
Tom rolled onto his back and stretched, rolling his head on his shoulders and taking a deep breath. He hadn’t slept so well in a long time; hadn’t felt so good in forever.
Rose had been just what he needed.
They sat on her cinnamon couch and drank sparkling pink wine. Tom hated it, but the bubbles felt nice and each sip seemed to loosen her up a bit more.
When the bottle was empty and the glasses drained, Rose scooted closer and set her hand on Tom’s knee. He bit his lip as her fingers climbed higher, held his breath as she palmed his dick through his jeans, let his eyes close as she climbed into his lap.
She was heavy and warm. He ran his hands down her sides, slid his fingers around the curve of her waist. She pressed her ass down over him and rolled her hips.
He hissed at the friction and pushed a hand through her long hair, dragging her down for a kiss.
Her lips were plump and delicious. The gloss on her mouth tasted so familiar to him but he couldn’t place it.
“I never do this,” she whispered, half laughing as she ran her hands down his chest.
Tom grinned and traced the soft flesh above her jeans. “I don’t know, you’re pretty good at it.”
She chewed her lip and blushed. “I mean, take customers home. I haven’t done this in forever.”
He stared deep into her eyes and popped the bottom button of her shirt. “Well, I’m glad you decided to.” He scraped his nails down her sides and Rose’s head tipped back, her eyes fluttered shut, she hummed lustfully.
“Me too…”
He smiled and tossed the sheet off of himself; sat up and scrubbed a hand down his face. He’d have to shave soon, but it wasn’t a priority. He scratched at his scalp and yawned.
“Mornin’.”
Tom sucked a strawberry nipple between his lips and melted at the sound she made. Rose arched her back, pushing her tits against his face and grinding down on his cock.
They were mostly naked, shirts and jeans tugged away and tossed into random corners of the small living room. Only thin fabric separated them now, and Tom rubbed his middle finger against her covered slit. Her raspberry panties were soaked.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
Rose nibbled on his ear. “Wanna see the bedroom?”
He jerked his hips, bounced her in his lap. “Absolutely…”
The bedroom was flooded with mid-day sun that filtered through the thin curtains, and he stood up in a sun puddle, feeling the warmth instantly. He sighed and walked to the adjoining bathroom.
The tile floor was freezing and he tiptoed in, pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the tap.
“You don’t mind if I take a quick shower, do you?”
She was total perfection.
Stretched out over the bed, her pale skin looked like fresh cream against the burgundy sheets. She moaned as he tied the silken sash tight around her left wrist, squirmed as he leaned over her to secure the right.
“Another thing I never do,” she teased, reaching with her mouth to catch a kiss.
“What’s that? Let a stranger tie you up?” His smile was devilish yet sweet and he gave in to a deep kiss.
“Not exactly a safe thing to do…”
He licked into her mouth; savored the taste of her. “No,” he laughed, pulling back to look down at her. “It’s really not.”
Blue eyes fluttered as Tom drew his hands down her nakedness. He cupped each breast, pinched her nipples, scraped his teeth against the stiff buds.
“Fuck, you’re driving me nuts,” she whimpered, tugging at the restraints, needing to touch him.
He settled between her thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them open wide. “That’s kinda the point.”
His tongue burned like fire against her clit. He nuzzled into her, lapped at her slick heat, teased her to the edge of ecstacy.
Rose bucked her hips into his handsome face, held her breath as he slipped two thick fingers inside. Her body tensed. Her mind blanked. Her pulse quickened.
“Fuck. Please…”
Again, she tugged at the sashes holding her tight and Tom lifted his eyes. He grinned at her struggle.
“Be good for me,” he breathed, “and I’ll untie you.”
Heavy, warm steam filled the room as Tom lingered by the sink. He toyed with her toothbrush, sifted through her medicine cabinet. There wasn’t much inside and everything was expected. Floss, antibiotic ointment, a few hairpins. Half a bottle of aspirin, tweezers, lotion.
He smiled. Her skin was so soft.
He slipped in like a knife through warm butter, filling her up with his thick cock.
Tom thrust against her; dug his fingertips into the soft flesh above her hip bones. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he moaned, his eyes closed, head thrown back as her body tightened around him.
Rose held her breath, wriggling harder beneath him with each jerk of his hips.
“Please!”
He looked down at her wet, ruby lips and smiled. Leaning down, he folded her nearly in half and scratched hard down her sides. She squirmed and garnet lines erupted in his wake.
“So gorgeous…”
His pace quickened. She moaned loudly over the sound of his thighs slapping against her ass.
“Please!”
Each scream egged him on. Every twist of her body beneath him made his heart race.
Rose was panting, choking on her pleasure as he fucked deep into her.
“Tom-”
He closed a hand around her delicate throat, massaged the sacred arteries on either side.
She thrashed against the bindings; eyes wide and lips growing pale.
He squeezed harder and he felt her cunt pulse as she came. Blue eyes were fading in a sea of wine, blood vessels bursting as his grip tightened.
“That’s it,” he grit, riding her through the pleasure. “Just like that. Fuck!”
Tom closed the cabinet door. He swept away the fog with his palm and looked into his own eyes. He was happy, sated and beaming.
His lips were ruddy and swollen a deep red. He pressed his fingertips to them and sighed. He could still feel her kiss, taste her on his tongue.
She tasted like cherry wine.
He kissed her gently yet deeply, memorizing the feel of her plush lips against his and the way she melted into him. His cum ran down her leg, warm and messy.
He pulled away and rolled onto his side, yanked the thin sheet up around his shoulders.
She slept soundly; he mumbled in his sleep.
Tom stepped into the hot water and moaned happily. The pressure was sublime. Water pounded his aching muscles, burned his skin blissfully.
He ran his hands through his hair and turned around to face the spray. It washed down his cheeks, flowed into his mouth. He looked down at the drain and gasped as a whirlpool of crimson swirled around the chrome and disappeared.
“The fuck?”
His mind raced.
His hands were stained with dried blood; his forearms scored with claw marks.
He panicked, panting as the water washed the night away and his memory returned.
He ripped through her skin like a knife through warm butter.
Tom jabbed the blade into her; dug the tip into the soft flesh above her hip bones.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled, green eyes wide as he watched the blood flow from her sides.
Rose gasped for a breath and wrenched her arms free of the silk sashes. She slapped at his chest, shoved his face away.
“Please!”
He looked down at her gaping ruby lips and smiled. With a murderous gleam in his eyes, he scratched hard down her side with the knife and watched the garnet stream erupt in his wake.
“So gorgeous…”
She kicked at him, summoning all of her strength to push him off even as her energy seeped away and soaked into the sheets. “Please!”
Each scream egged him on. Every twist of her body beneath him made his heart race and his cock twitch.
Barely able to breathe, Tom burst from the shower and steadied himself on the sink, knuckles blanching as he held on tight. He forced himself to look at his reflection and nearly broke as he saw the lingering blood on his cheeks. The splatter had been fast and furious- an arterial spray that painted his face from temple to chin.
“Fuck…”
He closed his left hand around her delicate throat, harshly pinching the sacred arteries on either side.
Rose clawed at his arms, drawing blood as she fought for her life.
He squeezed harder and felt her pulse slow. Blue eyes were fading in a sea of wine, blood vessels bursting as his grip tightened.
“That’s it,” he grit, lifting the knife to her jaw. “Just like that.” He sliced through her vocal chords, silencing her cries forever. A sanguine tide covered her milky breasts, stained his steady hands.
Through a cloud of steam, Tom stumbled back into the bedroom and bit back a scream.
Rose was laid out on the right side of the bed, her naked body posed as if sleeping. Her throat was torn, her sides split, chest carved open exposing the pale bones caging her heart.
He swallowed down a wave of bile and fell to his knees.
“Not again…”
Above the bed, drawn in Rose’s blood, was a simple heart.
Tom laughed as the last bit of life drained from her beautiful face. He bent to kiss her cold lips, savoring the last taste of her, memorizing the soft push of her lips.
He licked the blood from his fingertips as he rolled over, tired and sated.
She tasted like cherry wine.
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Sky Full of Stars - Chapter Two.
Ahhh, fuck it. Why not another chapter to get the ball rolling? You guys are so good to me with your lovely comments, so in turn, you get more story!
Previous chapters - One
Tag list - In the comments
Words - 4,312
Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!
“Hey Jade, I’ll give you some privacy,” Marv, their driver spoke with his usual wide smile upon seeing her climb onto the bus with a guy he recognised but couldn’t immediately place why. “Need to go find me some food anyway.”
“Alright, Marv. The food truck has just about everything tonight. No more bad burgers!” she chuckled, moving through the narrow gangway. The bus wasn’t what he’d expected it would look like, a small lounge area at the front, two rows of sleeping bunks towards the centre, a tiny kitchen area and even smaller bathroom (complete with an amusing handwritten sign that advised if anyone took a crap, their head got flushed along with it) and finally, another lounge area right at the back.
The seating section surrounded a small table, the space perhaps the least claustrophobic on the bus. It certainly looked a lot larger on the outside than it did within. How she coped being cooped up in it while travelling, he didn’t know.
“Do you want a drink? I’ve got wine somewhere, do you like Merlot?” she asked, beginning to root around in the overhead cupboards. “No, it’s in the kitchenette. Hang on.”
“Yeah, that’d be great, thanks.” Sitting down, he had mere moments to take stock of what an interesting day it had been so far. It had started out not so great, jammed against a barrier with a crush of a permanently apoplectic mosh pit behind him, the early evening bringing with it something much more comfortable and sedate. He was joined again quickly by the woman who only continued to captivate him further with every passing moment, passing him a solo cup half filled with red wine.
“Sorry for the uncouth receptacle. We don’t keep breakables on the bus beyond coffee mugs, save things getting smashed to hell,” she explained, taking a seat. “So, tell me more about you. You’ve fascinated me so far. I want to know what lurks beneath the extremely attractive exterior.”
Yes, she certainly was very naturally charming, Adrien feeling his stomach flutter pleasantly. She hadn’t asked him about his acting, or which industry people he knew, what he’d be working on next, oh no. Him. She wanted to know about him. It made for a refreshing change, although eventually she did inquire into his profession, one she was slowly making waves in herself. Lamentably, although she’d been in quite a high number of projects over the past eight years, he hadn’t actually seen her in anything. Or so he thought.
“I mean, it was only a small, independent movie, but I’m really proud of it, playing an icon like Janis. She was such a huge influence,” she spoke, watching his eyes widen.
“Shit, I have seen you in something. I saw you in that! Sorry, it’s just, you look very different to how you did playing her, obviously.”
“What did you think?” she asked, sipping her wine. “No need to flatter me either. Be honest.”
“Honestly?” He paused a moment, scratching his chin and pulling his cigarettes out, lighting up and knocking the pack across the table to her, Jade sliding the ashtray closer. “I think you did the best with what you had to work with. You played a very convincing Janis Joplin from what I know of her, but the direction of it wasn’t great. They could have done a lot more. From what I remember, you really put your heart into it, green to playing a lead role as you were - and that did show – but your performance what made it.”
His words surprised her. Not because he hadn’t enjoyed the direction of the biopic, but the fact he’d been completely honest with her. “Thank you. See, so many people have been phony about it, blown smoke right up my ass, but what you said was exactly how I felt. I put my all into it, although I ultimately felt like I was only as good as what I was given. They skipped over so much of her life that would have made it even more interesting, only to go for the sensationalist element. Bloody pissed me right off.”
He loved the way her speech was a mishmash of Britishisms and Americanisms, a slight New York lilt coming through on every sixth or so word.
“You’ll learn the further you get into it, be more selective over what you give your time to.” She asked him if he minded giving her a little more advice there, Adrien only happy to, liking very much how completely unpretentious she was.
In her world, she was a big deal, huge, in fact, but in acting she was still a relatively small fish in an extremely large pond. As for Jade, she considered herself extremely lucky, getting to listen to the wisdom a man who since winning an Oscar seven years before had only gone from strength to strength.
“I know it comes with the job, speaking to press, but I always feel somewhat antsy about it,” he began a time later, as they spoke of the pitfalls of their respective careers, chewing the corner of his lip. “It isn’t even an editing thing; your words just tend to get filtered through the gaze of so many other people and it ends up as a rendition of you rather than the definitive portrait. And preconceived notions can be tough to shake.”
Oh, the affinity. His words definitely struck a chord. “This is why I’m very interview shy. I’m too much of a juxtapose, and people don’t know how to take me. Yes, I’m quite quiet and introverted to a degree, but also, when it comes to my work, I don’t take any shit, and I will call people out on it. This leads to me being labelled as difficult, all because I tire of the same bullshit questions that my male counterparts don’t get asked, for example.
“So, I set certain terms, dictate which are allowed and unallowed questions, and that apparently makes me an obstreperous bitch. Journalists go in there and instead of focusing on what I actually say when they meet me, they’ve already made up their minds. Then the filtering you speak of happens, and it gets even fucking worse.” She paused then, tightening her mouth a little. “Just say if I talk too much. I tend to jabber on when I feel comfortable with somebody.”
He reached for her, sweeping the apple of her cheek with his thumb. “You’re fine. I like hearing your thoughts.” In turn, she liked sharing them, too. There was something about him she felt inexplicably drawn to, like she could trust him with anything, and not receive a drop of judgement; just a very good ear.
“So, why Seventh Gate?” he asked a while later, watching as she played with the flame on a candle she’d brought in to illuminate the space the darker it got. She detested false light as much as he did. “Is it from the urban legend?”
“Yes!” she enthused, utterly delighted at his accuracy. Surprisingly, not many people guessed right away. So the aforementioned legend stated, if anybody passed through all seven specific gates dotted around in a woodland area within Hellam Township in Pennsylvania, they descended directly to hell.
“A few buddies and I went and did the trail one time, drove down there with the location details of all the gates, but completely chickened out of crossing all of them. It was dumb, because it’s a complete myth, but nope, we were way too pussy to do it,” he laughed, watching as she giggled with mirth.
“We shot a music video there, got wasted drunk and ended up running through all of them. We did the last one bare assed naked, me with Jen on my back while chugging a bottle of vodka and screaming ‘take me Satan!’ at two in the morning, with the entire production crew crying laughing.”
“You’re fucking insane,” he laughed, that laughter loudening considerably as he pictured it.
“Yeah, we’re a little mental when the mood takes us.”
He could well believe it. “I sense there’s a lot more you could reveal that’d probably make my hair stand on end.”
Hmmm. To divulge her years as an absolute hellion to the nice guy sitting adjacent to her, or keep quiet? “C’mon, spill.”
Well, he asked for it.
“We got arrested for inciting a riot outside Tower Records in downtown Oklahoma, about five years ago. Huge police presence, fans jumping on cars, us thriving in the middle of it with our security team going crazy. It was fun. We got let out shortly after thanks to the negotiation skills of our manager, played the show that night, and then caused about ten grand’s worth of damage at the club the afterparty was held in.
“Still though, through all of that madness, I think I was just playing a part, getting the hedonism out of the way. I found fame so early, signed at seventeen, an album recorded in the same year and thrown out onto one tour after another for sixteen months without a real break. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I still like to party, but not to those kinds of extremes.”
“Not so wild any longer, huh?”
Oh, the grin that spread across her perfect, pillowy pout. It made him twitch quite sharply in a place he wasn’t sure he should quite so soon after meeting her. “Only in two places. On stage and in bed.”
He arched an eyebrow, eyes sweeping her a few times. “Being a tease again, hmm?”
“Depends.” The look she fixed him with amped his pulse instantly, Adrien not able to remember the last time he’d had such efficiently potent sexual magic cast upon him.
“On?”
Taking a big gulp of her wine, she licked a drop from her lip, staring into the blazing green of his eyes. “Whether if I came over there and straddled your lap, you’d let me kiss you or not.”
He had to admire her nerve. She had way more game than he did. His eyes fell to his thighs, then back at her with a smirk. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”
She moved the three feet separating them slowly, her glide all feline, much more cheetah than tame house cat, her eyes glinting like blue shards through the dim light. Moving carefully astride him, it burned slow like napalm, her hands resting to his chest, stroking down as he clasped her narrow waist, their foreheads touching.
“Mmm, wow, Mr. B,” she purred, her heart thundering through an inferno within her chest. “Aren’t you absolutely divine close up?” Her lips had caught his before he could even think of replying, their kiss deepening to a slow dance of tongues within a second. It was lazy, yet scorching, their hands roaming one another as the burn gained heat.
A soft moan echoed her throat, her hands moving to rake her nails down the dark stubbly beard flecking his cheeks and neck, the sound darting right to his cock. His entire being hummed with it, the desire to slowly peel off her clothes, but he wouldn’t be that guy. He never had been, and oh, how his body hated him for it, feeling her pressed right up against him, aching in his gut to take it further.
“Oh wow,” she murmured, her mouth moving to his neck to lay delicate little kisses, swirls of her tongue tasting his flesh, the salt of sweat mixed with whatever cologne he wore faintly lingering there against his gorgeous skin. “The way you kiss gives me serious cunt flutters.”
He snorted, laughing softly at her so alluringly delivered crudeness. “Yeah?”
“Mmhmm.” That little hum preceded her mouth landing upon his again, and god, how she could have ripped all of his clothes off and ridden him to the edges of heaven right there and then, she was so torridly aroused by the man beneath her. She wouldn’t, though. Gone were the days of quick sex with a hot guy simply to sate her desire. With him, she knew she wanted more. “Okay, if I don’t control myself now I never will, but please know you make that very difficult.”
He shook his head, arms tightening around her. “Sorry. I’m not about to let you go.” More kisses followed, a little calmer, gentler passions exchanged, the contented murmurs he made causing her heart to skip happily. At thirty-one years old, it had been a long, long time since a man had made her feel like she was a young woman in first flushes of becoming utterly besotted with somebody, and even though she was more than used to it, it pained her that she’d have to let him go in a few hours.
That feeling? It was entirely mutual.
Eventually, they settled to resting beside one another, two sets of long legs propped up on the table, Jade lying with her head against his chest as they talked, and talked, and talked.
“So, why’s it complicated?”
“Well, I suppose it isn’t really, but some would see it that way. We’re just a mixed bunch of nomads,” she began, before launching into the story of how she came to be. “So, my mum is the daughter of Italian immigrants. My grandmother was originally from Staten Island, brought there as a baby in arms after her parents moved from Sicily, but then relocated to the UK when my great-grandfather got work over in London for way more pay. They used their entire savings to take the ship voyage over and lived penniless in the Walthamstow slums until his wages came in.
“She grew up poor, but eventually prospered, met another son of Italians and married him, had my mum, but their marriage ended when she was eleven, so my grandmother moved her back to Staten Island for a fresh start. She wanted to be with a man who actually had time for her away from his career. My grandfather worked his way up from washing dishes to head chef, eventually restauranteur, and he always put work before his family, so my gran bailed and went back home.
“Then after four years, very sadly and quickly, she learned she had breast cancer and passed away, so my mum and uncles crossed the ocean again to return to London and live with my grandfather and his new wife. Are you keeping up so far?”
“I am,” he confirmed, making a side-to-side motion with his hand. “There’s a lot of back and forth between Staten Island and London, but I’m with you. Carry on.”
“See what I mean, though? Nomads! So then, mum starts dating this guy at eighteen and unexpectedly falls pregnant. She had no idea what to do, of course coming from a very devout Catholic background she felt guilty as hell over the idea of abortion, but knowing she’d only be nineteen when she gave birth was scary, too. To make it scarier, the guy she was with told her he wasn’t ready to become a father and vanished into thin air, leaving my poor mum alone with an impossible decision to make.
“Well, that was until she met my dad. They fell in love very quickly, and he told her it didn’t matter that she was carrying another man’s baby, he wanted to stand by her and raise me as his own. He always says, “We are not bonded by biology, but god sent you to me as my baby. You are my first born, always.” His name is on my birth certificate, and he adopted me right away. I mean, it’s obvious I’m not his biologically because he’s black, but he’s the only dad I know. You might have seen him earlier, actually. He was the guy who looks a little like Morgan Freeman who was probably looking at me with a mixture of mild despair and a lot of pride. He’s out here for work currently, so swung by to watch us.”
“Why despair?” he laughed, trying to remember if he’d seen such a man in the chaos of that afternoon.
“He says I’m entirely too noisy with a microphone in my hand.”
His mouth twitched into a lopsided grin, kissing the top of her head. “He’s got that right.”
“How are your eardrums now?” she asked, looking up at him with a grin that had him in soft fits.
“Better,” he confirmed, tightening his arm around her. “Continue.”
“Right, so yeah, dad is originally from Harlem, but he got a scholarship place at a university in London based on his academic excellence. And believe me, my dad is so, so smart. He’s a cardiothoracic surgeon. So, years later, after he’d fully qualified as a doctor and done five years of residency, he was offered a job at New York Presbyterian, we moved back to Harlem, lived in an apartment for a while and then they bought a beautiful brownstone that they still live in to this day.”
“Why did he choose London?” he asked, curious when there were so many amazing colleges in the US.
“He said he wanted to see a little more of the world before he locked himself into being a surgeon, so applied further afield. When he was still studying, him and my mum used to save all their cash and take little backpacking holidays in Europe when I was a baby. There’s a great picture he keeps in his wallet, holding me at the top of the Eifel Tower when I was one, screaming my lungs out!”
Something she had made a very good career out of, he thought. “Do they just have you, or have you any siblings?”
“A brother and a sister four years younger than me, twins, too. Rachel and Marco, named after my maternal grandfather and paternal grandmother. I got named after my mum’s favourite gemstone. She’s really into Oriental artefacts, it’s what she studied at uni around looking after me, Asian art. She works as a curator now at the Guggenheim, specialising in antiquities from Asia.” She then paused, looking up at him sheepishly. “I’m talking too much. Again.”
“Shut up,” he scolded softly, “I could listen to you tell me about your life for days.”
That made her smile, always thinking she went on entirely too much when she spoke of her life and loves. “Tell me more about yours. About your parents and siblings,” she requested, idly stroking his abs through the dark fabric of his t shirt.
“No siblings, mom said I was too much trouble to think about having more,” he joked, smiling at he thought about her. “She’s a painter and photographer, and my dad is a professor, he lectures in social science at NYU. He likes to paint, too, it’s what bonded them. He met her at an art class they were both taking while they were at university, and he said he has never, ever seen paint used in the haphazard way my mother creates her art. That’s what first attracted him to her, seeing this woman with her hair all pinned up with paint brushes, paint smudges all over her face, staring at her canvas with the kind of focus that made her look constipated, apparently.
“When I was a baby, she used to put my hands and feet in these huge tubs of paint and let me crawl around on giant canvases, and I’d thrive, covering myself in as many colours as I could, rolling around and making a huge mess. My grandmother used to shake her head, baffled at it all, but my mom was just like, “He’s expressing himself, I’m starting him early!” I love to paint for hours, days even when I’m not working. My overall creative drive definitely comes from them. Well, her mostly. The Lois Brody method.”
Her head shot up, eyes rounding. “Your mum is Lois Brody? Oh my god, she’s a legend! I love her photographs!” she cried, Adrien smiling with pride.
“Yeah, she’s amazingly talented. Has this way of capturing something completely minute that others wouldn’t notice and making it the focal point of the entire photograph. I don’t know how she does it, but she’s incredible at seeing what others miss,” he revealed, still smiling widely. He was very proud of his mother, and it showed.
“I had no idea you were her son, but then I don’t know who anybody is. It’s actually embarrassing, how it sails over my head, or how I get people confused. I met Katy Perry and thought she was Zooey Deschanel recently. I told her I recognised her from the TV show Weeds, and she’s just like, ‘eh?’ at me. I’m such a twat,” she confessed, hiding her face behind her hand as he laughed.
“Don’t feel bad, I’m not clued up on pop culture either,” he reassured her, Jade suddenly snorting.
“That isn’t even my worst one. Jen and I went on holiday to Nepal a few years back, and I saw a guy dressed in orange riding a bike and thought he was the Dalai Lama! The tour guide was in hysterics.”
As was Adrien, laughing so hard, he had tears in his eyes. “His holiness on a bicycle. That’s amazing!”
“He might like to cycle! You don’t know that he doesn’t!” she cried in a cutely comic voice, her laughter escalating as she sat up, the gorgeous man who embraced her unable to stop himself from completely falling apart.
“Stop it,” he hissed, one arm still around her, the other hugging his stomach, which was starting to hurt. “You’re so damned funny, oh my god.” He composed himself for all of three seconds before falling to pieces again, Jade softly slapping his chest. “I can’t breathe!”
“It isn’t that funny,” she protested, laughing now purely at him continuing to crack up.
“Yes, it is!”
He wouldn't forget that in a hurry, or the night he was sharing with her either, looking at his watch and becoming painfully aware he likely didn’t have long left with her as ten o’clock loomed, asking the question he’d been putting off for the last few hours. “How long do I have you for, then?”
“Until midnight. Then I turn back into a pumpkin.”
He raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“You know, like Cinderella.”
Oh, god. He couldn’t handle so much laughter. “Cinderella doesn’t turn into a pumpkin, her coach does!”
Cringing, she hid her face, shaking with laughter. “Oh, yeah that’s right.”
“You’re incredible,” he laughed, holding her close again. “I don’t know how the hell I’m gonna let you go in two hours, you know. This idea doesn’t sit well.”
“No,” she sighed wistfully, stroking his chest, placing a kiss against his collar bone. “Not with me either. God knows when I’ll get to see you again, because I really want to. I’m locked into touring until December, though.”
“Yeah, I have two weeks off as of today and then I’m going to Hawaii to shoot Predators. I’ll be there for a month for all the outdoor filming, then back for a month and a half in LA to finish the rest, then I have three weeks of press stuff booked more or less solidly until mid-December.”
“Boo hiss,” she pouted, hand moving to stroke his face, hating that it would likely be around three months until she got to spend time with the lovely man whose arms she lay in again. “It’s what we signed up for with our careers, but it doesn’t stop it from being disappointing when things like this happen. When you meet someone you really find a connection to, and then can’t spend any further time with them.”
He looked sad, kissing her head, the cogs in his brain beginning to turn as he entered a few moments of contemplation. “What if I didn’t have to leave you just yet?” Met by a face of curiosity, he continued. “How do you feel about tour bus stowaways coming along on tour with you for a week, should said prospective stowaway be able to make that happen?”
Her eyes lit up, pushing herself to sit straighter. “Really? You could do that?”
“Maybe. Gimme ten minutes to go and check.” Kissing her, he stood up, lighting a cigarette and pulling his phone out, heading back down to the front of the bus to make a phone call, the night air cooler than the heat of the day he’d felt himself baking under. While he made a call to his manager, Jade sat and fiddled with her jewellery, nervously awaiting his return. What if he couldn’t? But, oh. The joy if he could.
She could scarcely believe it, that the man actually wanted to blow off his commitments in order to spend a week on a bus with her while she and her band travelled around California to continue to west coast dates of their tour. Seven days with him, although of course it wouldn’t be all of the time, having her own interviews to be present for along the way, visits to radio stations as well, a webcast she was also taking part in too around their live performances. Some of the time would be better than nothing at all, though.
When he walked back in, her heart catapulted into her mouth, his face expressionless before slowly, he began to beam. “Looks like you have me for another week.”
He was deafened for the second time that day, this time by the pitch of the excited shriek she let out, scrambling from her seat and bouncing up into his arms, raining kisses all over his face as he laughed softly, holding her tight.
Seven days. Seven days that would change everything for them both.
#adrien brody fanfiction#adrien brody#adrien brody smut#adrien brody x ofc#adrien brody fanfic#adrien brody fic#sky full of stars#adrien and jade
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I was waiting for an opening as I saw you had match ups available and would love to see who you'd put me with.
Preference for male characters from Hazbin Hotel
About me: You can call me Claire. I'm AFAB she/her, 5'3", panromantic demisexual. I'm Tim Burton pale, brown eyes, messy curly bob brown hair, glasses with glasses chains usually, chubby but strong, dress either romantic gothic feminine or butch cryptidcore, like no in between, never wear make up because sensory hell.
Some type of neurodivergent but not diagnosed specifically. I tend to know a little about a lot of things due to jumping from focus to focus. Queen of Dad jokes, rather blunt since I'm not subtle. Aside from English can speak Latin, some Gaelic, some Spanish, a little bit of Turkish/Arabic, Church Greek and Slavonic, and random phrases in Russian, German, and Italian. I'm ENFP, Ares cabin from PJO if that means anything.
I teach preschool, love children as they're so fun to be around and the possibilities they have ahead are wonderful. I also bake, sew, knit, read tons of books, collect rocks and other nature stuff, tend to the gardens, I sing in my choir, and like to listen to music. Not specific music genres that I care for, more vibes, but been into some Bauhaus lately, along with SJ Tucker and The Dead South.
My faith is important to me, I even am considering pursuing becoming a religious sister at a convent, like a nun.
I do love horror, romantic gothic poetry (Think Poe and the like), analog horror(DOAI, Mandela Catalogue), Dr. Who, bad b movies (think Redletter media level bad), animation in general, HB HH, stuff like that, I read everything and anything so long as the narrative is interesting or the subject is a hyperfixation of mine, such as Religions, Mythology, History relating to late Medieval to Elizabethan, textiles, fantasy, or speculative biology (like thought potato on youtube). I also do dress in character for the Renaissance Festival, people assume I work there as I have season passes for the last 5 years and attend all weekends from open to close.
I tend to be a sweet tooth, love any chocolate, baked goods with richness or chocolate flavors, drink lots of coffee, tea, sweet red wines, mead, rum based cocktails or dark malty beers if we're going alcohol, though I tend to be the driver if I'm going to party somewhere. My giving love language is touch and words, along with acts of service. My receiving love language is words, touch, and gift giving. I love to cook or make gifts for others, usually don't expect it in turn.
I'm loud, maternal, weirdly dark yet wholesome, and able to lift a toilet with my bare hands up two flights of stairs. I tend to talk either like a southern grandma or terminally online weirdo with random swears. When friends have a bad breakup I'm like do you want a hug or does someone have to die?
In relationships I can be very talkative, but also in a sense the less dominant partner. Like, I handle the day to day, but not great at organizing the dates, the stuff like that's more romantic. I'd hope my partner could handle that part. I'm also romantically easily flustered. Like squeaking and burning red in the face from genuine good flirting.
So hope you can find someone right for me, God Bless you dear.
hello claire!! i decided to pair your with…
Lucifer !!
First of, he loves your love of kids, and let’s be real, he probably has a love of kids as well, as much as Charlie is an adult, he would probably eagerly introduce you to her after finding out this tidbit of info
Honestly, to him, you give off very strong, emotional support wifey vibes and honestly he is all in for it haha
Lucifer doesn’t mind that you can be very talkative, infact, he enjoys it.
He tries to make it fairly easy when it comes to planning dates for you, so most of the time, you both just stay in
Also, Luci is definitely someone who gets flustered easily, so you both just end up giddy and smiley at eachothers shy little flirty comments and it’s the most heart warming thing
#hazbin hotel#x reader#mio’s writing ! ☆#fanfiction#x y/n#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x y/n#hazbin hotel x you#x you#mio’s matchups ! ☆#reqs closed#hazbin lucifer#lucifer magne#lucifer x y/n#lucifer x you#lucifer#hazbin hotel lucifer#lucifer morningstar x reader#lucifer x reader#lucifer morningstar
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Valentines Day date w Gojo Satoru at home 🫣🌶
You mean I get to spend the day with my fictional boyfriend and dont have to deal with any of the valentines day crowds? sign me the fuck UP.
Now Presenting...
Starring Satrou Gojo, some good ol cunnilingus, and a little Dirty Dancing.
You had always been a homebody, and luckily for you, your boyfriend had been as well. You smiled as you saw Satoru return from your kitchen holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sat them on the coffee table as he sat next to you on the couch, opening the bottle as he looked to see what you chose to watch. “Dirty Dancing?” he asked, pouring your drink.
“Yea, I figured it fit the occasion” you smiled, “It is Valentines day after all.”
“When you’re right you’re right beautiful” He smiled, settling into the couch and gesturing for you to press play.
By the time the two of you had gotten to the “Love is Strange” scene, you were already a bottle and a half of wine in and were laughing at things that weren’t even jokes, giggling at the way Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey crawled to each other.
“God, this dance is so ridiculous” Gojo giggled, his red face making the room glow. It drew a warm smile out of you.
“Really?” You asked, tilting your head as you stood up on admittedly uneasy legs. “I think it’s…kinda sexy.” you shrugged.
“Really now?” Gojo asked, adjusting himself to get a better look at you. You took out your phone and started to play strange love, your hips starting to sway as you gently tossed your phone to the coffee table.
“Really.” you winked, inviting him to join you. He took the invitation, rushing to move to you and place his hands on your hips. His hands which you quickly moved to your shoulders. “Not so fast, Lover boy..” You giggled.
“We’re really doing this?” Gojo tried to seem annoyed, but his bubbly laugh and smile betrayed him.
“We sure are,” you smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder and taking his free hand in yours. “Lets cha-cha” you quoted the movie. He immediately went in to try and kiss you. “Hey!” You laughed as you dodged him, “You’re in my dancing space!”
“Wanna get into my dancing space?” Gojo asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. He took the opportunity to pull your body flush to his, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you into a warm drunken kiss. You melted into it quickly, tangling your fingers into his hair to pull him even closer. Just in time for him to completely pull away. “Sorry! Sorry,” he teased, “Didn’t mean to get into your dancing space.” He smirked.
“Oh fuck off,” You giggled, pulling him closer to you. “Get over here Loverboy.” you pulled Gojo back into a kiss, feeling his soft lips move against yours. He moaned softly, moving his hands to squeeze your thighs. You got the message, jumping into his arms. Satoru held you up easily, as if you weighed no more than a kitten. The perks of dating the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Now, he would have taken you to the room, but there was a perfectly good couch he could press you into right there!
He chose the couch option, pressing you into it and kissing you with a passion you had never felt before. You wrapped one of your legs around his hips as his hand moved down your body and slipped under the elastic of your underwear. “Fuck darling, you’re soaked.” Gojo teased, causing embarrassment to bloom inside your chest. “And I’m just getting started.” he hummed, his fingers expertly finding your clit and rubbing calculated circles into it. You moaned out softly, kissing his neck in an attempt to not disrupt your neighbors too much.
Gojo groaned softly, readjusting his hand to slip a finger into your dripping cunt, his thumb maintaining the pressure on your clit. “Fuck, ‘Toru..” you whined out needily, clawing at his back. His long fingers curled perfectly inside you, sending static throughout your entire body. Despite his ice cold eyes and snowy hair, Satoru’s touch had always felt like fire to you. It burned, it lingered, it demanded you attention in ways nothing else did, and it felt so fucking good.
“More.” you panted out desperately to him.
“More what babygirl?” He asked, his smirk dripping in condescension.
“Toru, please!” you wined, already struggling enough to form words, let alone full sentences.
“Please what darling?” he cooed, “I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what it is.”
“God damn it Satoru,” Suddenly you had found your voice, “Fuck me, please!” you begged. His self-satisfied grin was both the most attractive and slappable thing you had ever seen.
“See? That's all you had to say.” Gojo giggled, removing his hand and pulling down your underwear. He sat up, pulling his sweatpants down enough to free his cock. He pulled you closer to him by your hips. He leaned down, catching you in a kiss as he pushed himself into you. You had been dating Gojo for about a year now, and you were sure you were never going to get used to this stretch. You squealed into his mouth, clawing at your boyfriend's back as you tried to adjust to his size.
Gojo pulled away to catch his breath, panting heavily. “Fuck babygirl, its like you were made for me.” he moaned, bucking his hips into you experimentally. You moaned out his name, feeling a knot start to form in your stomach already. The pace he sent was rough but slow, making sure to massage your g-spot with every stroke. You could already feel yourself starting to hit your high, fire and electricity filling your veins and your senses, your head making its way to the clouds.
“‘Toru, I’m close.” you moaned out, clawing onto his shoulders like a drowning woman clinging to a life preserver.
“Then cum for me.” Gojo said, moving his hand to massage your clit. It was exactly what you need, pushing you over the edge as euphoria exploded in your veins, your body lost in the sea of pleasure, your senses clouded by ecstasy. You assumed you were moaning, but honestly you weren’t all that sure.
Gojo fucked you through your high, almost cuming himself from the way your walls clenched around him. He was convinced there was no sight quite as pretty as your face when you came, scrunched up and breathless, drool dripping from your mouth. He stilled as you came down and came back too, smiling down at you. “Feel good darling?” He cooed. You nodded gently.
“Mmm-hmm…” you muttered.
“Good,” he grinned, “‘Cause I’m not done yet.”
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen#satoru gojo smut#gojo x reader smut#gojo x reader#satoru gojo#gojo satoru
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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Entrapment date translation
⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️
This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~
“The artist once hoped to put the butterfly on a glass cover and keep it with him forever. But later, he discovered that even when he let the butterfly go, it flew back to him.”
“It gave him happiness he had never felt or imagined before.”
“I love you.”
“Everything about you, every time you approach me... makes my heart beat excitedly.”
“It makes me fall in love with you again and again... for countless times.”
Translation under cut
(T/N: VERY RECOMMENDED TO HEAR THE VOICE ACTING, ESP THE I LOVE YOU BC IT’S JUST *clenches fist* SO GOOD. BLESS XIA LEI FOR GIVING US THE MOST TENDER, LOVING, AND SEXIEST 我爱你. Anyway I subtitle this date on youtube(turn on CC!) and don’t forget to come back here if you want to read my rambling slash analysis about this date if you want to, I’ll put it on the bottom part of this post-)
[Part 1]
A breeze blew the balcony curtain, and the clear blue sky was intermittently visible through the gap.
The light and shadow of the lamp brushed over the meals on the table and also reflected on Lucien's clear and elegant profile.
I withdrew my gaze and gently rubbed my coffee cup. After a few moments, I couldn't refrain from sneaking another glance at Lucien.
I heard a soft sound of metal touching the porcelain plate. Lucien put down the knife with a faint smile in his voice.
Lucien: Seems like MC has been secretly watching me since this morning.
Lucien: Is there something you want to talk about?
My small movement got busted. I paused a little and calmly denied it.
MC: ...Nothing, I'm just a little curious about your current condition.
MC: After being together for so long, I rarely see you drink as much as you did last night…
[Flashback start]
Some time ago, our work at hand came to an end, and we finally had a chance to relax.
With the intention of unwinding, we arranged a vacation to the city where a classic romance movie was set.
It was Valentine's Day, and romantic decorations could be seen all around the small town. The hotel also sent flowers and local red wine.
After a day of strolling around the old streets, I pulled Lucien to sit on the balcony sofa and enjoy the scenery at night.
The smell of red wine diffuses in the night. Lucien picked up the decanter and swirled it, then poured the wine into the glass.
I took a few sips, and the mellow aroma of the wine spread in my mouth.
I comfortably exhaled, and my tense nerves became relaxed. I saw a book of Spanish poetry on the corner of the table and opened it casually.
After stumbling over a few lines, an unfamiliar phrase caught my attention.
MC: distancia íntima…
I didn't know why I repeated it, and I saw Lucien on the sofa, gazing down at the color of the red wine.
So I gently leaned my head, rested my chin on his shoulder, and dragged the tail notes.
MC: Professor Lucien, I don't quite understand this part.
Lucien put down his glass and glanced over the line of poetry that I pointed to. Then, his gaze fell on my face.
Lucien: It refers to an interpersonal distance of 46 cm, which is also the minimum distance for self-defense.
Lucien: Typically, it is reserved exclusively for family members… or lovers.
Lucien's fingertips fell to my lips, gently wiping away the faint red wine stains. I asked him a follow-up question.
MC: What will happen if we overcome this distance?
Lucien: Then both parties will unconsciously want to share… love.
As Lucien spoke, his face approached mine a little closer. I could almost smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath.
There seem to be unspoken and heavy emotions between our eyes. I put down the glass, smiling, and hooked Lucien's neck.
MC: What is it?
Lucien bowed his head along with my force. His falling bangs brushed my face.
Lucien: I find that there seems to be something else more worth focusing on… I can't wait for this 'lecture' to be over.
MC: Pfft, why are you getting more and more straightforward?
Lucien: [chuckle] I prefer to describe it as something "uncontrollable" rather than straightforward.
Lucien: I've heard that when your heart feels excited, your words or actions will unconsciously show it.
Lucien: (whisper) Just like right now, when I think that MC is very cute…
A drunken kiss fell on my lips along with his words.
The unfinished poetry book fell to the ground with a thud, but no one bothered to pick it up. I clutched the corner of Lucien's coat and instinctively responded to his kiss.
The moonlight is gentle. Between our intertwined breaths, I heard a vague whisper on my lips.
Lucien: (whispering between the kisses-) ...I love you...
My heart suddenly beat a little faster. I pulled away from Lucien, slightly panting. I want to hear more clearly.
MC: Y-you just said…
My words were interrupted by his lips that were chasing mine. I don't know if it is because of alcohol, but Lucien is a little more irresistible than usual.
As the kiss deepened, I gradually lost my focus. I can only close my eyes and cater to his demands.
But that whispered phrase lightly tickled my heart, with little tickles appearing now and then.
[Flashback ends]
[Part 2]
Lucien: MC?
Lucien's voice came to my ears. I looked back and saw Lucien looking at me with interest.
Lucien: Your ears are red... Did you think of something?
MC: (blushing) ...No, it's probably because the coffee is too hot.
I pretended to blow on the coffee in my cup and spoke in a casual manner.
MC: Speaking of which, do you remember what you said to me on the balcony last night?
Lucien tilted his head and seemed to think seriously for a moment.
Lucien: [chuckle] I can't quite remember.
Lucien: It seems that a lot of things happened and many things were said last night.
Lucien: Which one would MC like to hear? Maybe you can give me a hint?
Lucien's expression reveals a little bit of innocence as if he really can't remember the whisper that brushed through his lips.
I opened my lips, and a jumble of chaotic memories accompanied by hot whispers flashed through my mind.
How does this remind us that at that time we were on-
After a moment of staring at each other, I blushed and changed the subject.
MC: ... N-nothing, let's talk about it later.
(they really did ‘that’ on balcony-)
Lucien didn't ask any more questions, as if he didn't notice anything unusual. But I couldn't help thinking, how can I hear him say those three words again?
My heart skipped a beat when I glanced at the book of poems on the corner of my desk.
When I was flipping through the book last night, I saw that there were quite a few love poems included in the book. Maybe… I can use this to create an opportunity?
Thinking of this, I naturally picked up the poetry book and raised it at Lucien.
MC: I suddenly remembered that I hadn't finished reading this book yet.
MC: How about this… Please teach me to read some poems for the occasion of Valentine's Day, Professor Lucien~
I put a little more emphasis on the word "for the occasion".
Lucien looked at me for a moment, got up like he understood what I meant, and then sat beside me.
As the other side of the sofa sank down, I leaned towards Lucien, watching him take over the poetry book as he carefully selected the titles.
I looked at him expectantly. However, I heard Lucien speak in distress at the next second.
Lucien: There are many masterpieces in this poetry collection. Which one does MC want me to read with you?
...Have I not implied enough?
I was a little stunned, and unconsciously spoke.
MC: It's the kind of confession that says I love you-
I abruptly stopped talking for a moment. My ears flushed a little.
... I'm obviously here to set up the conversation. How come I fell into the trap before Lucien did?
I blinked unconsciously. Lucien rested the poetry collection on his chin and thoughtfully looked at me.
A few moments later, a warm hand fell on my shoulder. Lucien hugged me and brought us closer together.
I could almost smell the faint scent of cedar on him- it was the same scent I had been deeply tainted with from last night.
(heh, 'deeply tainted from last night')
Lucien: There is only one copy of the book, so I will have to ask this classmate to read it with me.
His fingertips stopped at a page of the poetry book as he spoke.
Lucien: Aquite amo (Here I love you)… I think this is the one that you like.
Lucien: Andan días iguales persiguiéndose (Days, all one kind, go chasing each other)…
His low reading voice came like a soft evening breeze passing through the twilight-shrouded pine forest.
I held my breath and subconsciously turned my head to look at Lucien. I belatedly discovered that we were already so close.
His side profile is just a short distance away, as if I can drop a kiss on his jaw by just tilting my head.
Noticing my gaze, Lucien raised his eyes to look at me. His voice filled with a couple of imperceptible laughter.
Lucien: [chuckle] Fellow student, please pay attention.
MC: (blush)...I'm paying attention!
I blushed and looked at the page, but I didn't know where I should focus on.
There was a gentle, meaningful laugh ringing in my ears. Lucien raised his hand and held my fingers.
I felt the soft touch of the paper through my fingertips. He guided me across the paper and landed on one line.
Lucien: I have already read this far.
Lucien: Aquí te amo y en vano te oculta el horizonte.
Lucien: Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain…
The long-awaited words just suddenly came to my ears. My heart beat a little faster, and I instinctively responded to his voice.
MC: Te estoy amando aun entra estas frías cosas (I love you still among these cold things)...
The room echoed with our overlapping voices as we read it to each other. But my eyes gradually began to wander.
I snuck a glance at Lucien, and leaned closer to him. The idea of being "greedy" probes a little bit.
It seems that I want so much more than that.
It would be nice to hear him speak his love... in a straightforward way.
[Part 3]
I pursed my lips in distress.
I know that Lucien won't refuse if I ask him. But a direct request is not as romantic as being unable to restrain your emotions.
But under what circumstances would Lucien say love?
The sound of reading stopped at some point. I belatedly raised my head and met Lucien's gaze.
Lucien: I finished reading the poem that MC wanted to hear. Should I continue?
MC: No~ I want to arrange some other activities.
MC: When traveling, we can't stay just stay in the hotel.
Besides, it is easier to create opportunities in a new environment!
I planned to get up from Lucien's arms, but he caught me by the waist, and I fell back into the embrace behind me.
Lucien's chin gently rested against my shoulder, mimicking my affectionate actions from last night.
Lucien: I have an alternative plan. Would you like to hear it?
Lucien: When I checked in yesterday, the front desk recommended the nearby home gallery and said it would be a good place to visit.
MC: A home gallery?
Lucien: Um, it was converted from a personal residence. The gallery owner changes the theme from time to time and selects paintings for display.
Lucien: The works on display are not those of famous artists. But the personal touch is stronger, and the atmosphere is quiet. The theme in recent days happens to be "lovers".
That sounds like… a good place for creating an opportunity.
I hugged Lucien's arm and nodded with joy.
MC: Well, let's go check it out~
The gallery mentioned by the receptionist wasn't too far from the hotel. Lucien and I strolled along the street, sometimes pausing to look at the roadside scenery.
After about ten minutes, I saw a building with a "Galeria" sign. Curious, I went ahead and pushed the door open.
The room was full of paintings. The elderly owner got up from behind the board and said some words to us with a smile.
Lucien nodded his head in response; I tugged on his sleeve curiously.
Before I said anything, he explained in a low voice.
Lucien: He said that the art exhibition is open, and painting tools are provided to create your own paintings.
Lucien: If you don't mind the surroundings, you can do it in the living room. Or if you don't want to be disturbed, you can also reserve a room. You can decide after the exhibition.
The old man gestured kindly towards the deep corridor in response to his words. Then he sat back at his drawing board and continued to paint.
Not wanting to disturb the old man's work anymore, Lucien and I glanced at each other and lightened our steps in unison.
The daylight flows quietly on the varnished floor, and various portrait paintings hang on the dark vine-patterned walls.
The brush strokes are either smooth or rough, but the faces drawn out are filled with love. I leaned close to the painting frame and carefully examined it.
MC: It seems that not all the portraits here are made by professional artists.
Lucien: Indeed, it is more like a portrait of a lover painted by a visitor on a whim.
I can't help but think of the scene in the movie where the young artist is at a loss as to what to do with his beloved and smile gently.
MC: It is indeed very appropriate to leave this kind of painting for each other in the "holy land of love"~
Lucien: Then, can MC paint a portrait for me?
I blinked in surprise and suddenly thought of something.
Last night, Lucien said that the intimate distance would make people unconsciously want to share their love.
Maybe this can be used to quietly close the distance and create an atmosphere that makes Lucien open his mouth!
Having made up my mind, I nodded with a smile.
MC: Then I'll invite Professor Lucien to be my model this time~
The door of the room was closed silently.
The silence slowly spread, and I could hear the rustling sound of swaying trees from time to time. Lucien looked around and saw the narrow prop bed in the corner.
Lucien: As a model, I have to maintain a pose for a long time… MC, do you mind if I slack off in this way?
As Lucien spoke, he walked around the table and chairs, and sat on the side of the prop bed. I coughed and spun the paintbrush twice.
MC: Sure. So, does Professor Lucien have any ideas about the modeling?
Lucien bent his slender eyebrows.
Lucien: I'll leave it up to the artist to decide.
Lucien: I'm willing to work with you on whatever you need.
Our eyes met for a moment. I held my drawing board and went to stand beside Lucien.
MC: Then I would like you to take a more relaxed pose, Professor Lucien.
As I said that, I pushed Lucien's shoulder. He cooperatively fell back on the pillow and looked at me sincerely.
Lucien: Is this enough?
MC: Let's get a little more relaxed.
MC: I want to portray the way you look when you're at ease~
I explained solemnly and leaned down to unbutton his coat.
MC: ...You should also dress in a way that brings out your sensuality, don't be so tense.
MC: Imagine that you're in the bedroom at home.
His coat fell to the bed sheet, making the atmosphere a little quiet and charming. Lucien looked at me and slightly moved his eyes.
Everything is going as expected. I sat down on the chair beside the bed. And I was beginning to plan how to move forward when I heard Lucien speak.
Lucien: Is this enough for you?
Lucien asked as he lifted his hand and unbuttoned his shirt one by one while I watched.
The collar that was buttoned to the top slowly opens up, and the smooth lines outline the firm shapes, which are gradually hidden behind the bottom of the hem. My ears suddenly turned red.
MC: I-I...
Lucien: I just think it will be more in line with the state that MC wants.
Lucien: (whisper seductively) Or do you need me to relax a bit more?
Lucien's fingertips continued to move down; his tail note was slightly lighter. For some reason, I suddenly felt that the air seemed to heat up a bit.
I quickly averted my gaze and subconsciously tightened my grip on the brush.
MC: No need, this will do!
As I said that, I hurriedly sketched out some lines on the board.
Lucien's soft laugh came to my ears. After the rustling of the fabric, the room returned to silence, with only the rustling sound of the brushes stroking over the canvas remaining.
In addition to wanting to create an opportunity to hear Lucien say those three words, I also wanted to give him this painting as a memento of our Valentine's Day trip.
Dark hair, slender eyebrows… I depicted every emotion stroke by stroke, and the familiar outline gradually emerged on the paper.
It's just that every time I look up, I can see Lucien's smiling eyes.
My face was getting hotter and hotter, and I started to avert my eyes.
The artist's red face when facing the model in the movie came to my mind. I hastily withdrew my gaze and huffed in empathy.
…It turns out that the scene was not exaggerated.
Gazing at the person you like for so long, you really can't control your heartbeat.
I tried my best to maintain my composure and finished most of the painting. Then, Lucien's phone suddenly rang.
He helplessly blinked at me. Before he could say anything, I handed over the phone.
MC: Let's take a look. What if it's news from the research institute~
Lucien took the phone, but his body still remained in the same position as before. He just raised his hand a bit and looked at the message.
The screen's glow shines on his face, sharp and gentle, wonderfully distinguishing between light and dark. Lucien glanced at me, smiled softly, and spoke.
Lucien: Can Miss Artist continue like this?
Realizing this opportunity, I put down my drawing board and got up from my chair.
MC: The angle has changed a bit. Let me correct it.
I said and touched Lucien's cheek, and quietly guided him.
MC: But I didn't expect Professor Lucien to be so calm when he posed in front of me in such a "seductive" way~
Lucien cooperated and tilted his head. His soft bangs brushed against my palm.
Lucien: After all, the job of a model is to work with the creative process.
Lucien: And in the eyes of Miss Artist, now I should be no different from a… butterfly
MC: Now the positions are switched.
I smiled, seeing that Lucien also seemed to have lost in the memory, and then he opened his mouth.
Lucien: The artist once hoped to put the butterfly on a glass cover and keep it with him forever. But later, he discovered that even when he let the butterfly go, it flew back to him.
Lucien: It gave him happiness he had never felt or imagined before.
MC: From the butterfly's perspective, it also reaped the happiness that comes from being willing to stop… The artist and the butterfly are meant to complement each other.
MC: Just like now, you are a "butterfly" that complements me.
Lucien silently looked at me for a moment and bent the corners of his lips.
Lucien: That's right. As you said, painting is a two-way street between the artist and the depicted subject.
Lucien: So, now I will also do my best to assist.
Lucien winked as he talked, and his posture became more relaxed.
I went around in circles and didn't hear the expected response. I pursed my lips and took a roundabout approach to lead him.
MC: Professor Lucien is a very cooperative model. He's probably the ideal partner for any artist~
Lucien: Perhaps. But this kind of close observation is a privilege that belongs only to you.
My heart skipped a beat.
MC: ....Will Professor Lucien have a special feeling when facing the artist like that butterfly?
Lucien: I have.
Lucien said and looked at me.
Lucien: Facing you, I seem to have no way to restrain my heartbeat.
Suddenly, his drunken confessions from last night come to mind, intertwined with his whispers at this moment.
Lucien: (whisper) Just like now. By simply looking at you, I can't help but want to…
Lucien paused.
Amid the accelerated heartbeat, he held my hand that was touching his cheek and slowly rubbed it. The already close distance was shortened again, and my wrist was warmed by the heat of his breath.
Bathed in a faint soft light, he stared at me and spoke softly.
Lucien: (continuing his whisper) So, I'm also a little curious.
Lucien: (still whispering) Now that MC is facing me, what are the thoughts in her heart?
[Part 4]
The church bells rang in the distance, and the birds fluttered their wings and flew past the window.
The shadow of the daylight reflected on Lucien's profile, and the air between us seemed to be stained with lingering and deep affection.
I gazed into Lucien's dark eyes and picked up the painting I was about to finish from the chair.
MC: All I want to express is here.
MC: In that movie, the moment the main character saw the painting, they understood the artist's intention…
MC: So, can you feel my emotions by looking at this?
Lucien looked at the painting. His eyes lingered on every spot as if he was facing a priceless work of art, and there seemed to be some emotions surging in his gaze.
Lucien: Mm, every stroke is full of tenderness and… yearning.
Lucien: Did I get it right?
Seeing his serious expression, I opened my lips hesitantly.
I painted each stroke of the painting with love. How can Lucien didn't feel it…?
Or is my drawing skill so clumsy… that I can't even convey my emotions?
I doubted myself and forcibly raised the corners of my mouth.
MC: It's not wrong, but it's not the right answer either. What I'm trying to express is- ah, just forget it.
I sat back in my chair, feeling a little bit defeated, and sighed unnoticeably.
A very soft sigh came from behind me. Accompanied by the rustling of clothes, I was swept into a warm embrace.
Lucien wrapped me from behind and held the paintbrush together with me.
His faint cedar scent surrounds my body. Lucien leaned close to my cheek and spoke in a low voice.
Lucien: Remember what I told you about "intimate distance"?
Lucien: Within 46 cm, you can feel every subtle change in the breathing and temperature of the person in front of you.
Lucien: For me, you are the only person who can enter this distance.
The brush we hold lands on the canvas. Amidst the rubbing sound caused by the friction of the brush and the canvas, the unrefined half of the face gradually becomes clear.
Lucien immediately put down the paintbrush. He didn't let me go and maintained our hugging position. We looked at the drawing board together.
The canvas shows him lying on the edge of the bed with a faint smile on his face.
However, upon closer look, I find that although the brushwork is more refined later on, something seems to be missing in how the painting subject is portrayed.
I opened my lips but heard Lucien speak.
Lucien: You noticed it too, didn't you?
Lucien: Even I can't paint a true portrait of how I look in your eyes.
Lucien: (whisper) Relaxed, disorganized, and also perhaps a little bit of what you call "playing tricks"… Only in front of you, everything about me will be open without reservation.
Lucien: (whisper) This is a side only you can see… And when I put the brush to the canvas, I can't pour more love into it than you do.
I looked at Lucien, a little stumped for words. In addition to the full attention in his eyes, he also showed a little helpless smile.
Is it possible that he has already understood what I want to express?
So why did he keep avoiding the word "love"? It's like he was trying to bait me to say the word….
I suddenly thought of something and broke free from Lucien's embrace with a little effort.
Then I got up and pressed him down on the chair, unsurely asking him a question.
MC: Your reaction to many things seems to be different than usual today.
MC: …Lucien, are you also planning something?
Lucien: Hmm? 'Also'?
Lucien's voice hid a deeper meaning to it. I opened my mouth and finally admitted with a blushing face.
MC: I admit, I have indeed been trying to bait you to say something to me… What about you?
In the gradual acceleration of my heartbeat, I met with Lucien's gaze.
Lucien: Of course, I… have the same purpose as you.
I blinked in astonishment.
MC: For what reason?
Lucien: For what reason…?
Lucien gently repeated my question, and his warm breath close against my skin.
Lucien: At first, I just thought that the way you worked hard was cute, and I wanted to see more of it. But then I became "greedy" too.
Lucien: Rather than fulfilling your wish, I rather see MC's most instinctive desire for me being revealed in the intimate distance that only belongs to us…
Lucien: Together with the most straightforward expression of love.
Lucien: But looking at it now, it ended up backfired. So, in order to make amends, I'm willing to accept any punishment.
Finally, there is an explanation for this man's various "unromanticism" today. I snorted softly and suddenly thought of something.
MC: But speaking of which, did Professor Lucien remember wrongly?
MC: When we were reading the poem, I was "tricked" into saying I love you first.
Lucien spoke with a voice that was filled with inaudible grievances.
Lucien: But those are the words of the poet, not yours.
Lucien: What I want to hear is a straightforward confession from MC.
I was stunned. I couldn't help laughing when thinking about how I precisely thought the same thing as him. My fingers pulled on Lucien's tie, and I moved closer to him.
Our breathing is gradually intertwined. I asked him a question in a soft voice.
MC: So, is the distance between us now less than 46 centimeters?
Lucien gazed at me and suddenly grabbed my waist.
Lucien: (chuckles, then whispers seductively) I think… It can still be a little closer.
The hands on my waist tightened a little. I leaned over to get close to him and spoke in a teasing manner.
MC: Doesn't Professor Lucien want to take the initiative this time?
Lucien looked as if he was allowing himself to be captured, but his eyes weren't wavering.
Lucien: After all, it's punishment time. So, I'm going to hand over all the initiative to you.
Despite saying these words, his hand did not loosen up in the slightest. Instead, he caressed upward, bringing me closer to him.
I couldn't suppress my laughter. I whispered as I bowed my head.
MC: How cunning.
I kissed Lucien as soon as the words fell.
A slightly cool sensation comes through equally soft lips, and my heart trembles with each restless movement.
I sank into the seemingly passive yet irresistible demands of the person in front of me.
The strength of my body was drained away before I knew it. I half-kneeled, half-sat in his embrace, and couldn't resist closing my eyes.
Entangling, deeply penetrating… The tip of his tongue lightly swept my sensitive upper palate. I shuddered and instinctively wanted to struggle.
But I was firmly confined and had nowhere to escape.
…I don't want to stay away either.
Until every breath that reaches deep into my soul gradually becomes fully tainted with his breath.
I could hear the rustling of the curtains brushing against the window and the sound of people walking in the hallway, but I didn't care about it anymore.
My senses, my everything… All melted in this kiss and the depth of his eyes.
Between our melded breaths, I slightly pulled myself away from Lucien and instinctively opened my mouth to speak.
Lucien: (with the most tender and loving whisper between the kisses) I love you.
MC: (whispering at the very same time as Lucien) I love you.
Coincidentally, our unanimous whispers were intertwined in the air. In just an instant, my heart was filled with happiness, flying like a feather in the warm sunlight.
I raised the corners of my lips and stroked Lucien's cheek.
MC: Is Professor Lucien satisfied with my expression?
Lucien clasped my hand and interlocked our fingers together.
Lucien: (whisper) It's even better than I imagined.
Lucien: (whisper) Everything about you, every time you approach me... makes my heart beat excitedly.
His warm breath brushed against my ear. Lucien tilted his head again and irresistibly chased after my lips.
The spring scenery is deeply reflected in his eyes, and I also saw my figure reflected in them.
After those whispers, I heard him whisper once again.
Lucien: It makes me fall in love with you again and again... for countless times.
[Personal Rambles + Date analysis(?) corner]
I love this date. Personally, I would even say that I like this date better than last month’s SP and SSR. I think it is worth being the one date where it has ‘I love you’ in it. Not just ‘I like you’, or his ‘definition of love’.
There are many things I want to scream about this date- but to keep it simple, I’ll just talk about some parts that I think are really interesting this date.
[Here I love you]
Okay, so the first one is the poem, ‘Here I love you’ by Pablo Neruda. I like this part because their poem exchange reminds me of the scene from Lucien’s Blossoms date where they wittily quoted poems to each other (something that sadly, gets lost in translation:”).
But anyway, back to the topic of my interpretation of how some lines of this poem coincided with parts of the dates and their story in general.
First of all, I love how PG choose this poem that explores love and fear of losing someone you love, which is THE big angst theme for Lucien.
"In that hazy memory, he seems to have lost someone."
—In his dream, he also sat with a girl under a tall tree, painting. He never understood why but when they drew a seedling on the paper, he would draw a glass to cover it.
Until just now, after he experienced the moment of losing the only color in his life, Lucien understood his choice in the dream.
—This is a fear of losing someone again.' - [R&S Eternity and a day.]
There’s a reason why PG chooses to torture this man by making him believe that MC is dead after chapter 18 [R&S Not Planned On] and making him watch her die again and again in [Main Story S2 chapters 13 and 14]. Because he already lost so much in life, he’s probably the one who fear losing MC the most.
Here I love you. The word here indicates that the poet is the one who stays and waits in one place. Just like Lucien, who is always waiting for her to take him home in S2. He doesn’t mind waiting for her answer no matter how long. It’s also something that’s highlighted in [Dating Reality Show Date]. Where we learn that he was the one who fell at first sight and waited for MC whose love is something that grows with time and his companionship.
This is a port. Here I love you. Just like ships that always come and go in the port, so do people. But ships can always come back to port after they parted. The butterfly can always fly back to the artist even after the artist lets her go. I’ll dive deeper into it in its own section ;)
I love what I do not have. It really reminds me of what MC said in the only color call. Where she said that to love someone is to love them as an individual, and there’s no requirement for a special relationship. You just want the person you love to be happy, not to ‘have’ them :”.
The moon turns its clockwork dream; The biggest stars look at me with your eyes. Lucien will unconsciously reveal his sides that he doesn’t even notice. Only in front of her, he will open up everything about himself without reservation. ‘The biggest star’ is the love in her eyes as she gazes at him as if he’s the only person she can see in this world.
“You noticed it too, didn't you?”
“Even I can't paint a true portrait of how I look in your eyes.”
And the opposite also true, because he too, always gazes at her as if she’s the only person he can see in this world.
The spring scenery is deeply reflected in his eyes, and I also saw my figure reflected in them.
[Distancia Intima]
This one is probably the shortest part ahah, but distancia intima or Intimate Distance is the nearest space around our body and is reserved for an intimate person like a family member or lover.
For Lucien, it’s a space that only belongs to one person. Only in front of her, he can show his most unreserved sides.
But on the other side, it also means that she’s the only important person left in his life. Whether as his ‘family member’ or lover :”...
[Reverse Artist and Butterfly]
OK BUT, this one is definitely an unexpected twist, but pleasant. I love how in the process of confessing ‘I love you’ we get taken back to his very first definition of love, the Artist and Butterfly.
“If you can meet that artist, tell him this for me. That he actually doesn’t love the butterfly, does he?”
“Why do you think that the artist doesn’t love the butterfly? If you love someone, aren’t you supposed to move heaven and earth to tie them to your side?”
“But that is too selfish.”
“Yes, even I find it selfish.”
“But if he doesn’t do that, it’s likely that the artist will lose the butterfly.”
“And then his life will be like how it was before, his whole world would just be black and white.”
“If he really loves the butterfly, then he wouldn’t want to see them suffer, right?”
“Maybe I’m too simple, but for me, genuine love is simply loving that person as an individual, and I wouldn’t need a special relationship with them. I’d just want them to be happy.”
“If you were this butterfly, and there was someone who wanted to confine you to their side so they could keep you together with them forever…”
“Would you be willing?” - [The Only Color Call]
For him at first, to love is to bind someone by his side, but for MC to love is simply loving the person as an individual and wanting them to be happy. It reminds me of the saying ‘If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were.’
The artist let the butterfly go, but the butterfly flew back and decided to stay with the artist because it is happy to be by the artist’s side. This happiness is a two-way street because the butterfly’s willingness to stop also brings the artist happiness he never felt before… Their choice of being by each other side is the longest confession of love.
It is even more interesting that this date talks about the identity exchange between the artist and the butterfly. All this time, we usually thought that Lucien is the ‘artist’ while MC is the ‘butterfly’ but it seems that, the reverse also works.
Because Lucien also brings color to MC just like the butterfly to the artist. They color each other’s world.
Perhaps for everyone, the world was monochromatic at the beginning.
With time and encounters, the world gradually became stained with colors, giving value to different people and things.
Slowly, the whole world becomes colorful as it interacts with memory. It also has smells and sounds.
Until the most special existence appeared that makes the color of this world more distinctive.
It's as if the whole picture has been retouched so that everything has a new meaning.
While we quietly shared the cake, I looked at Lucien's face lit by the warm lights.
“Lucien, you’re colorful right now” – Lucien’s 3rd birthday date
-and because MC too, just like the artist, also greedily wants to keep him safe forever. But because she knew that she couldn’t stop Lucien from walking towards his aspiration, all she can do is let him go and try to catch up to him.
Both of them learn to let go as the artist and also choose to stay as the butterfly because it’s what makes them happy.
[我爱你]
From ‘Can you teach me how to love?’ to ‘I love you.’ LOOK AT HOW FAR HE’S GROWN. I can’t believe it’s been days since the date and the PV but I still sob every time I heard him say that. It’s been a long process, even though he’s been declaring his love in his own way, whether it is his wordless declaration of love in S1 chapters 35 and 36. Or the wheat field as the representation of his heart, with the ebbs and flow of the tide as his heartbeat in S2 chapter 34.
I love you is special as the most straightforward way to declare one’s love. I love how on this date these two fools tried to trap each other into confessing but ended up confessing instinctively at the very same time lmao. The situation is really funny, with MC who’s trying her best to create an atmosphere where Lucien would say I love you vs Lucien that knows all along about her plan, even manages to trap MC into confessing first but ends up feeling dissatisfied with the confession because it’s the poet words, not hers (-how childish-).
On this date, both of them ended up becoming greedy, wanting to hear the most direct love confession from each other.
I snuck a glance at Lucien, and leaned closer to him. The idea of being “greedy" probes a little bit.
It seems that I want so much more than that.
It would be nice to hear him speak his love... in a straightforward way.
-
“At first, I just thought that the way you worked hard was cute, and wanted to see more of it. But then I became “greedy” too.”
“Rather than fulfilling your wish, I rather see MC's most instinctive desire for me being revealed in the intimate distance that only belongs to us…”
“Together with the most straightforward expression of love.”
“What I want to hear is a straightforward confession from MC.”
-although both of their plans also end up backfiring as neither of them gets the straightforward love confession from their plans, MC was unhappy, and Lucien ended up taking the initiative to open up the first because he can’t stand seeing her in distress.
“It's not wrong, but it's not the right answer either. What I’m trying to express is- ah, just forget it.”
I sat back in my chair, feeling a little bit defeated, and sighed unnoticeably.
A very soft sigh came from behind me. Accompanied by the rustling of clothes, I was swept into a warm embrace.
It’s interesting sometimes how they sometimes mirror each other, having the same expectation and desires, while also opposing each other on the other occasion, like their belief and the way they see things. But one thing always remains the same, and it’s the fact that they’ll always yearn for each other.
In the end, they learn that they don’t need to go that far. They just need to follow their heart. Because whether when sober or drunk, the heart knows when to beat faster simply by the presence of each other. The most perfect explanation of this mutual eternal heartbeat is ‘I love you’. And he will keep falling in love, again and again, countless times simply by her close proximity or existence alone.
My final words; I’m very, very satisfied with this date~
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4. A outdoor movie marathon with Druig. That's all i got for ya! Happy writing! :)
A/N - STELLA! This is perfect! I love this for our mind controller, thanks for requesting this!
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Summary - It was the simple things that made it all worthwhile
Warnings - Just some fluff with a HINT of angst
The last of the kernel popped and you grinned widely, getting a few more pieces of candy that you knew you and Druig loved and placing them on the tray. It was filled to the brim with all that you needed: sweets, a big bucket of popcorn, two tall glasses for your drinks that were chilling in the cooler that Druig brought along with him, and a set of napkins.
Kingo let you two use his rooftop terrace at his apartment in the city since he was out of town on business. You actually were housesitting for him since he was only going to be gone for a few days and all of his exotic plants needed watering. Of course, Druig had to tag along since you two were a pair, and Kingo had a few spare rooms available for you two to use. But you both used the one main guest room, Kingo leaving some cash to say thanks, and you two were bi-curiously living just like Kingo.
One of his main avenues of entertainment was his private rooftop terrace that had an outdoor movie projector. You loved it, seeing it for the first time when he invited everyone over for a house warming party. The projector itself showed on the concrete wall, big enough for any nosy neighbors to see if they wanted to try and pry. He would have some review nights there from movies he worked on, let alone massive season finales from the big TV shows.
Now it was just for you and Druig to use.
Walking out onto the rooftop, you saw Druig fiddling around with the remote control to start the projector and get the movie qued up. It was a action flick that both you and Druig were looking forward to seeing, and since Kingo had the massive connections in the movie industry, he was letting you two see it a week before it was going to be released. It was another way of him saying thank you, not trusting another set of people with his home.
“Here we are,” You said as you placed it on the small coffee table in front of the loveseat you two were going to use, “We close to getting it ready?”
“Yep, though if I beak this, it’ll cost me an arm and a leg,” Druig muttered as he pushed a few more buttons. The wall then was illuminated, Druig grinning as he saw the menu of the movie quad up and ready to push play. He looked back at you, grinning in victory, “See? I can handle it!”
“Would you like a gold star?” You teased as you grabbed a few pieces of popcorn to throw in your mouth. Druig glared playfully, walked over to take a few pieces himself before he threw one at you to hit you on the nose, “Hey!”
“Don’t tease,” He warned as he then walked over to the cooler, opening the top and then reaching in to grab the chilling red wine, “We can thank Makkari for the wine. She found it when she was at the winery with Ajak and Sersi,”
“She does have good taste with wine,” You commented as Druig was uncorking the alcohol, “Remember that one time she got us that great Mascato for our one year anniversary?”
“We drank that whole bottle in one night,” Druig said in a chuckle, pouring out the two glasses. You walked over the the loveseat, sinking into the plump pillows as Druig gave you a glass that was chilled. He then took one of the threw blanket in hand, sprawling it over your lap before you could protest or say no. You gave him a look as he sat next to you with his own glass, humming in contentment.
“I’m not that cold, Druig,” You said to him as he shook his head and took a small drink of wine.
“Not gonna take that risk and get ya sick,” Druig reasoned as he threw an arm around your shoulders to let you snuggle into him. You took a small drink, the sweet taste of the wine hitting your lips while the stars were already seen high above you in the black sky. Being in the city, you would hardly see any stars because of all of the lights in the skyscrapers. But then again, on certain nights like this one, there would be some stars that would pop out and be right enough to notice. Kingo’s apartment was in the heart of city, to no one’s surprise, so the view of the city around the rooftop terrace was enchanting. Especially on nights like this one,
“So, we got our popcorn here,” You explained, reaching over to the tray that was waiting for you two on the table and placing it on both your lap and Druig’s lap, “Coated in butter, per your request.”
“Thank you!” Druig thanked you as he pecked you on the cheek with his lips.
“And our favorite kinds of M&M’s, some sour patches, my own Bon Bons, and some butterfingers,” You kept explain as Driug was looking at the spread that you made for the movie night.
“Looks perfect,” Druig complimented you, giving you a kind stare as you grinned back softly at him, “Thank you.”
“Of course,” You replied, taking a few M&M’s in your hand to pop in your mouth as Druig shook his head.
“No I mean…thank you. These last few months were not the best, and you’ve helped me through a bad time of my life. I don’t think I can thank you enough.”
It was true, Druig’s life the past few months have been a bit rocky. His relationship with his old foster family was rough and uneasy, and even with the love and support of his new guardian Ajak and you, along with the others, he was trying to find his way again in life. Druig knew that he had to jump through more hoops and over come more obstacles. Druig was tough though, he was tough and determined to find the light at the end of the tunnel.
He would claim that you were his light at the end of the tunnel. Thena, a friend of yours from your local gym, brought Druig along for an outing at the bar with her friend Gilgamesh. She figured you two had a lot in common since you both were readers and loved to talk about philosophy. And she was right, you both were swapping stories and theories over ciders and beers for at least two hours.
You two were attached ever since.
“You don’t have to thank me for something like that, you know that Druig,” You reminded him as you leaned over to kiss his lips softly. You felt him lean into him carefully, trying not to spill the food and wine in your hands as you tasted his own wine from his lips. You would help him over and over if you could, hugging him when he cried, standing nearby as he lashed out and scream, you did it all with no need to retreat. He was more than the pain he had to endure.
He was love, pure love.
Druig pulled away and pecked you on the forehead as you snuggled into him and looked at the screen, Druig hitting the play button and the movie started to play on the wall. As the movie was playing, you are snacking away and watching with wide eyes and your full attention as to what was going on.
However, Druig was watching you. A smile on his face, the warmth back on his cheeks and in his soul knowing that you were always going to be his anchor when life got tough. He counted his blessing for all the times you should have walked away from him when he was mean or cruel, all the times when you should have thrown your hands up in defeat when it was getting so complicated. Yet you stayed, holding your ground and never once showing a once or resistance.
Leaning his head on yours, he finally tore his eyes away to watch the movie, knowing this was where he always wanted to be: with the one person who mended his brokenness and made it whole.
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June Spring Prompts
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just wondering if you have headcanons on santino d’antonio!! ;0
Why of course I have thanks for asking :D! I never wrote them down but here they are <3
Santino D'Antonio - my hyperfixation for a very long time and I just love him so much :3
He doesn't have a good relationship with his father (daddy issues) his father also traumatized him at some point :(
Idk why I think his father wasn't so nice to him, just didn't pay much attention to him and didn't like Santino's interests into drawing, writing or whatever he would like to do
So he is more of mama's boy, I like to think she was very nice to him and listened to his little yapping about random stuff, she had lots of patience with him. And she would sometimes join him with drawing. He could always cry in front of her and she would comfort him
Speaking of drawing and writing, I like to think that he used to draw and write when he was little but his father ruined all that, ruined his motivation for it
He likes cats and dogs. He always wanted to have either a cat or a dog while he was little but his father wouldn't allow it, so whenever he saw a stray cat he would pet it...and ended up being scolded by his father because "they're filthy"
He was the one that cried the longest when Gianna's and his mother died. Since he was very connected to her, it was too much for him. I like to think Gianna tried to comfort him during those times
He likes to drink cappuccino, he is fine with any kind of coffee but has some preferences
Red or white wine, he's fine with both (maybe a slight preference to the red), also likes cocktails and liqueurs
When he gets drunk (doesn't happen often tho), he either talks nonsense in broken english or italian or he'll kinda vent about his childhood or whatever
Oh and he is not a morning person. He hates to get up early, he is just so moody and doesn't wanna talk to anyone bc if he does he's just gonna snap at whoever asks him something. So he has to have coffee in the morning to wake himself up and not be a little bitch
Can cook and has the will for it and is pretty good at it
Definitely likes art, mostly the history art type since he grew up with that
Likes to read any kind of book but preferably romance or criminal
And likes to listen to music (mostly the famous Italian ones), even classical music
Also likes to watch movies, even horror. He's up to watch anything really. But will make comments while watching it so to some he gets annoying with that
Has a short temper, especially when something doesn't go his way or the way he planned it
Everything has to be like he planned it, otherwise your house might gets burned down :)
Acts like he's better than anyone when he actually has so many problems with himself
Gets jealous of his sister way too often but is too proud to admit that
Has a room only for his best suits, his suits have to be made from the best designers
Rings. Likes to wear those fancy rings and ofc a watch. The most expensive one (has so many of them too)
He felt so proud when he got to help John with the impossible task that he actually fell in love with him
John was his crush for a long time but after this he fell in love completely
Someone like John asking him for help? Immediately falls for him
Sure, he also likes Vincent (they share the same fancy taste into suits and art and other stuff) but...John is his number one
Flirting. Oh he's good at it, ofc he's Italian he has to be good at it. But when he gets really nervous, he gets flustered and doesn't know how to respond anymore so he might tries to change the theme
Kinky. He's kinky
Who says "how exciting" after being threatened to be choked to death? Santi...because he's into it
Likes to be called good boy, no matter if a girl or a guy calls him that
Praises. Yes. Likes to give praises and be praised (a result of lack of affection from his father during his childhood)
Likes when someone (preferably John) goes through his hair with their fingers, so like playing with his hair
Likes to be kissed while holding his face
Likes the soft kisses on his face and body
Likes to hold hands
Likes to cuddle
It's just that he doesn't show that soft side to anyone
Likes cars...idk much about cars but I think he does
Likes to wear perfumes, especially cologne or some other nice men perfumes
Likes winter and summer, however prefers summer and going to the beach
Smokes...a nasty habit he got from his father and he doesn't like that, he always says how he's gonna stop so that he isn't like him but...it's a struggle. He doesn't want to be like his father
Is good with words and can manipulate
But also knows how to use a gun
Always has to look fancy (in case John appears)
But yeah he does like to dress up fancy
Will act bitchy for no reason
He admitted to Ares that he would love to smash with John (she approves and would also smash him)
My twink of John Wick movies and I'm always happy to talk about him :)
I probably have some more headcanons for him but can't remember at the moment
Hope you liked it :3 <3
#santino d’antonio#my headcanons#always happy to yapp abt him#my favorite italian twink#he went through a lot#someone give him a hug
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Day 7: The Craziest Christmas’ Eve
Percy had woken up at 6am on Christmas’ Eve. Was he glad to do it? Not really. But he would do everything in his power so that his hardworking wife with just a few days off could sleep in just a few more hours.
He quickly made his coffee and prepared what he and Annabeth had to do for the day. But then he heard footsteps in the living room. He opened the door slowly as he was pretty sure it was one of his kids and he didn’t want to frighten them.
“Daddy?” Zoe turned to his direction. She was still in her pyjamas waiting for the next day to arrive.
“Good morning, my angel. What are you looking for over there?” Percy grinned slightly as Zoe had been trying to see what she had gotten for Christmas for the past week.
“Can I please open just one present? Can I, please?” She begged him.
“I am sure you can wait another twenty-four hours to open your presents. You’ll enjoy it more tomorrow morning.” He reassured her.
“Does the big red box happen to be a bike?” Zoe asked him.
“I don’t know.” Percy lifted his shoulders only to make Zoe’s puppy pleading eyes grow bigger. “Want to help me make pancakes for everyone?”
“I guess so?��� She shrugged and walked in the kitchen.
“Good morning.” Annabeth said as she held Lana in one hand and her bottle in the other. She managed to give a quick kiss her daughter before she sat on the kitchen counter.
“Daddy and I are going to make pancakes for everyone.”
“That sounds great. With blueberries or chocolate chips?”
“Both.” Zoe said. “Tomorrow it’s Christmas.”
“I know. And tonight all of our friends are coming over. We’re going to have a great time.”
“Can I stay up and wait for Santa?”
“If you don’t go to sleep, Santa’s not coming.” Percy warned her.
Charlie had come downstairs along with Theo and had only listened the last bit. “Santa isn’t coming?”
“No, no, no, no. Santa is coming. I was just saying that he won’t come unless you fall asleep tonight.” He repeated to make sure he didn’t ruin his kids dreams.
“Zoe and Colin want to wait for Santa. Bianca and I told them that it isn’t going to happen.” Charlie said as he stole a blueberry from the counter.
“I am going to see Santa!”
“We’re going to see him at the mall. Right after we finish our breakfast.” Annabeth promised. “And watch a movie and drink hot cocoa. How does that sound?”
“Cool.”
Just a few hours later their house was filled with their friends and their families. Annabeth wished she was in the living room but instead she was in the bathroom with Katie and Rachel.
“This can’t be happening. I need you to pee on a stick as well.” Katie said as she saw the two lines.
“Maybe it’s just a false positive.” Rachel suggested trying to lighten the mood. She was wearing a Christmas sweater with Christmas lights and festive earrings.
“Try again.” Annabeth said as she was drinking her warm wine. “You know peeing on a stick isn’t exactly accurate.”
“I blame Rachel’s Third Eye. ‘Wouldn’t it be funny if you were drinking while pregnant.” She mimicked her friend.
“This has nothing to do with my abilities. And if you want a base line, I can do it with you.”
“I am going to step out.” Annabeth said.
“Can’t handle another surprise?”
“Honestly, no. And I have to make sure that we aren’t suspicious.” Annabeth was sure that their behaviour was very suspicious to say the least. “If you need anything, I’ll be right outside.”
“Alright, who spiked the eggnog?” Percy said as Connor and Travis were grinning.
“We needed to spice things up. Including your eggnog, Percy.” Connor smiled.
“Besides, we’re the only ones drinking eggnog.” Travis said. “And Will. The rest are too high-class to drink a peasant’s drink.”
“You are drinking eggs with bourbon. It’s disgusting.” Nico replied with Malcolm agreeing. He turned to Will’s direction who was drinking eggnog as well.
“Don’t look so condescending. I’ll drink your German Wine later.” Will promised.
“Glühwein.” Malcolm said.
“Where is Annabeth? She is part of the judging triad.” Connor asked.
“We are making social remarks, Connor. Such as don’t drink a boiled egg smoothie.” His husband said. “But really, where is Annabeth?”
“I’ll go find her.”
Percy got up and walked towards the corridor where Annabeth was standing with a candy cane and warm wine in her hands. “Hey, love. What are you doing here?”
“Long story.” She replied and walked closer to him. “I am so glad Lana is having formula milk. I couldn’t handle Christmas without wine.”
“You are losing the great debate between Eggnog and the Gluewine.”
“Glühwein.”
“Athena’s genes are running strong.”
“Always. Want some wine?”
“Maybe later.” He looked over his head. “Annabeth, look.” He showed her the mistletoe above them.
“Normally I’d say no, but I’m on my 14th candy cane, so why not?”
“You’d say no to kissing me?”
“I heard you have a crazy wife. I wouldn’t want to fight her.”
“You would fight for me?”
“Of course. You are my Seaweed Brain.” Annabeth kissed him. Until they heard someone clearing their throat.
“You’re gone for ten seconds and you’re making out with Annabeth?” Travis asked.
At the same time, the bathroom door opened. “Travis, there is a thing called discretion.” Katie said as she walked outside with Rachel behind her.
“What-“
“Minding my own business. I am going to check on the kids.” Katie raised her hands in surrender.
“Did I do something?” Travis asked Percy and Annabeth.
“I have no idea. It’s 10pm. I’ll go check Charlie and Zoe.” Percy said. “You should go enjoy your wine.”
“You’re amazing.”
Travis came back to the living room after he saw two positive pregnancy tests in the trash. He sat next to his wife and he soon realised that she wasn’t drinking any alcohol. “Do you want to tell me something?” He whispered so that nobody could hear him except from her.
“What?”
“You took two pregnancy tests?”
Katie lost all of her colour, before she warmed up again. “I was going to tell you later.”
“Tell you what?” Connor asked them from across the living room.
Travis and Katie had a silent conversation. “We’re going to have another baby.”
After everyone congratulated them and things settled down, they realised it was way past 12 am. They said their goodnights and drove home.
Charlie, Zoe and Theo wanted to sleep in the basement that they had decorated especially for Christmas. Annabeth and Percy were on board with the idea as the three of them were overly excited.
“Go to sleep so that Santa can come.” Annabeth encouraged her five-year-old daughter and son who didn’t have an intention of falling asleep.
“But I want to see Santa.”
“I promise that I’ll wake you the moment he comes.” She whispered to her daughter.
“Really?”
“Anything for you.”
“Can you wake me up as well?” Charlie asked.
“Of course. But you must fall asleep.”
“Okay, then.”
“Goodnight, my loves.” Annabeth went to the living room as Percy was finishing putting the presents under the tree.
“Mission accomplished?”
“Mission accomplished.”
#annabeth chase fanfic#percy and annabeth#annabeth chase#annabeth#annabeth pjo#percabeth fanfic#percy jackson fic#percabeth#percy jackson#percy jackson headcannons#percabeth family#percabeth babies#christmas 2022
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Taking 'Scream' a Little Too Literally
Fandom: Abbott Elementary <3
Ship: Zach/Jacob, Barbara/Melissa, absolute crumbs of pre-slash Gregory/Janine
Summary: Movie night at Jacob and Zach's is uneventful for everyone but Gregory. Day six of Miya and Mia's Tickletober: movie!
“Gregory, my man!” Jacob greets cheerfully, opening his door fully, “dap me up!”
Gregory narrows his eyes, bringing his hand up to force Jacob’s down where he had left it for a dap. “Hi, Jacob.”
“No worries, brother,” Jacob smiles, “give me your jacket!”
Gregory tries to suppress a smile at Jacob’s awkward affections, handing him his jacket and the bag with the wine he had brought. “Thanks, dude.”
Jacob grins wider, grabbing both from Gregory and walking towards the kitchen, “Ava cancelled, but everyone else is in the living room.”
Gregory nods, walking towards the living room, following the sounds of conversation. He makes his rounds, saying his hellos to Zach, Barbara, Melissa, and Janine. Barbara and Melissa are cuddled up on one of the loveseats, sharing a bowl of popcorn, raisinettes sprinkled throughout. Janine is on one side of the couch, Zach on the other, space for both him and Jacob to sit if he’d like. He considers it for a moment, looking between the spot and the other loveseat, until Janine pats the cushion next to her. He complies, flopping down, barely any space between the two of them.
Jacob returns with more snacks and some drinks, struggling to hold everything before inevitably dumping it all on the coffee table. “Alright! We have wine, beer, and extra snacks in the kitchen, but this should do us for now!”
Jacob slumps down, cuddling into Zach, who has the tv’s remote in his hand. He cues up Scream, the franchise the group had decided to binge this weekend. Janine had recommended they try to watch all the classic horror franchises throughout October. Of course, it took some convincing for Barbara and Melissa, though Gregory had been in from the beginning since it had been suggested by Janine, he found it hard to ever turn her down.
The group gets comfortable, getting all of their snacks and drinks while the movie pulls into its opening. All is calm and serene in the beginning, or, as calm and serene as the atmosphere of watching a horror movie can be. About halfway through the movie, while Billy is making his appearance at the video store, Gregory notices Jacob squirming. He assumes he’s just getting restless and fidgety, knowing that Jacob is not the type to stay still for long, until he hears quick breaths coming out of his nose, as if he can't breathe.
“You ok-” Gregory turns his head to look at Jacob and sees that his face is red, nose scrunched, and he observes for a moment. When he sees Zach’s fingers moving quickly over Jacob’s side, he puts the pieces together, and can’t help the grin spreading over his face. Yes, Jacob can be over the top, and sometimes, only sometimes, Gregory is annoyed by it, but mostly he just puts on a face to hide his fondness. This time, he's not doing such a great job at hiding it.
He watches this game between Zach and Jacob, he thinks maybe he should look away, they may not be able to see him since the room is so dark: is he intruding? Either way, he can’t tear his eyes away from how cute and unguarded Jacob looks.
In the background, the movie’s score swells as another death happens on the screen, and Gregory sees Zach’s fingers move down to Jacob’s tummy. Jacob screeches, arching forward and covering his face with his hands.
Melissa laughs, throwing a kernel of popcorn Jacob’s way. “C’mon kid, the movie’s not that scary.”
“S-sorry,” Jacob stutters in response, and Gregory almost thinks he can see Jacob’s ears turn pink in the dim light, “t-took me off guard.”
Janine scoffs, though she can’t see Jacob’s predicament from her spot, “Really, Jacob? I totally saw that coming.”
Gregory watches as Jacob takes a shaky breath, Zach’s fingers having returned to his sides, “I-I must’ve g-gotten distracted.”
“Whatever you say, scaredy cat,” Melissa teases, another kernel of popcorn flying in Jacob’s direction.
Gregory turns his attention back to the movie after the interaction, though he does hear Jacob’s laughter continue nearly silently throughout the movie. He figures it’s best to keep the secret to himself for now, though he can't stop himself from thinking about the fact that Jacob had never tried to pry Zach's hands away. Planning on keeping his knowledge of the incident a secret, Gregory decides that maybe he’ll ‘accidentally’ discover it another time, maybe it’ll finally make it easy for Gregory to show Jacob his appreciation for their friendship.
#janine teagues#jacob hill#zach#jacob x zach#Melissa Schemmenti#barbara howard#abbott elementary#ticklish!jacob#ler!zach#gregory eddie#melissa x barbara
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So! As Isaid I am OBSESSED with your idea, and I was wondering. What if the reader was taking care of them? Like yk, really good a cooking, checking up on them, etc. Like how would they react? If its not too much, which it probably is, it would be nice with everyone :) but if it is, which it probably is, just Yoru, Sage, Fade, Jett and Sova.
(Also please dont make it too romantic, just kinda like nice siblings :))
Sorry if its too long lol 💀
My very first request?! What a joy!
Comfort
Yoru
When y/n found out that his diet consisted of instant spicy ramen and energy drinks, they immediately hopped on the net searching for some recipe ideas.
So right when he enjoyed his usual meal, they quickly swapped his meal with their home cooked meal.
He was about to get angry until he noticed some piles of pots and pans on the kitchen sink (so you did make this yourself) , he decide to calmed down and grabbed the spoon to take a few bites.
His stoic expression doesn’t tell much but (y/n) was anxious for a feedback.
“So, how is it?”
“It’s good. You can have my ramen”
As you took a bite of the ramen that he made, you immediately went on a coughing fit. Turns out he put more chillies in his ramen. He had a good laugh for a few minutes before handing (y/n) some water.
Jett
Found herself bored all day, no work. Just stay in HQ all day. As she laying on the couch, y/n while take their apron off asks.
“What’s up with you, Jett?”
“Just bored, nothing else to do y’know. Ugh…..”
“I know something that could cheer you up”
“What?”
(y/n) head back to the kitchen and bring a plate of fresh hand rolled kimbap for her. Jett was surprised, she didn’t know that (y/n) could make some Korean food.
"It's not much, but i hope you like it" then (y/n) handed her a pair of chopsticks. When she tasted the kimbap, she quickly pulled (y/n) for a hug.
"It's fucking good, i want more!"
"I put the rest of them on a fridge and there’s kimchi as well"
“THERE’S KIMCHI TOO?!?!!??”
She thanked the universe for letting her not to work on that day.
Fade
Prowler is a manifestation from her own mind and not a lot of people greeted her other than to talk about work. It was no brainer that she needs a company.
So game night it is!
Or manicure
Or watching some movies while bundled up in a blankets
Or making a henna designs for (y/n)'s hands.
Basically every night is a fun night for these two
At first, she was very skeptical with (y/n)’s sudden attention and only to find out that one of their nightmares was seeing fade as a mere tool. To witness it first hand really made her realize that (y/n) genuinely cares about her.
So there are times that Fade would give her own ideas as well. It would be no surprise to see (y/n) and her playing a lot of card games or teaching (y/n) how to make people lose their composure in poker games.
On the good side, you have a coffee buddy every morning.
Sova
Sometimes he really missed having dinner with his family and some light conversations instead of having his casual dinner in solitude.
But right after he got back from practice, he heard some noise in the kitchen. He saw everyone were hand in hand helping (y/n) with dinner.
“Can somebody pass the salt?”
“Got you, Y/n”
“Brim, We need more bowls”
“Do we have enough utensils for this?”
“Is it too much seasoning?”
“It’s pretty balanced to me”
“Where’s the bread? You said it’s in the oven”
“Um…..I'm scraping the burnt parts on the bread?”
“What’s the perfect wine to pair with the food? Red or white?”
“Red and Get out of the kitchen, Chamber!”
When Sova asked what’s going, Sage while untying her apron she explained when (y/n) was trying some recipe but turns out the recipe is for 20 people. So Brim decided to hold a dinner party. Forced everyone to help (y/n) or no bonus pay. Sova was delighted and chimed in to help out as well.
After a few minutes of chaos, all of them finally sat down including (y/n). Brim thanked everyoe for making this happen and enjoyed the feast. Everyone really enjoyed the food that (y/n) made including Sova. To enjoy this warm atmosphere once again, was something he held dear to his heart and he really thanked (y/n) for this to happen.
Even someone warned (y/n) to be more careful next time which they replied "At least there's enough for everyone right?" Which made everyone laugh in glee. That night was beautiful.
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TMNT-VDAY: Week 1
This is very late but better late than never. 🤣
Anyways, this is for @tmnt-tychou prompt on her Valentine's Day event: OTP.
I've made the week 2 before this one since the second week took less time. So, if you don't like spoilers of any kind then I recommend not reading this.
In which TMNT Universe does your pairing exist?
My pairing exist in Bayverse. This takes place in 2022, present time. It's been over six years since the Kraang attack in the 2016 movie. A lot has happened during those six years, but all of that has been explained in the first book (Burning Mutation) and second book (Party Mutation).
Introduce us to your OTP!
I was having difficulty choosing my OTP because I am making a series and I love them all, but decided to do Donnie and Aurora. Let me introduce you to Aurora, even though you've probably heard of her before. ^^
Aurora is a 24 year old woman who was born and raised in London, but flew to New York for college in Biology and Engineering. Yes, she could easily go to college in London but she wants to start fresh. Plus, she loves to go to New York City.
Aurora is working for TCRI, but doesn't like the way they run things. Her IQ almost reaching Donnie's booksmarts and she isn't dumb whatsoever, but there is a difference between common sense and booksmarts. Shy, reserved, and prefers to stay in the shadows. Think of it as the one emo kid that stays in the back of the class, then roasts everyone when they mess with them.
Except she isn't emo.
She's a classy woman that drinks coffee in the morning and drinks wine when she gets home. She's chubby with glasses, thick curly red hair, and loves oversized clothing. Loves the turtlenecks. Mikey calls her "Velma" because of it.
Aurora can be pretty stubborn and it's hard to persuade her into thinking something different. Science? Yes. Romance? Oh, no! She ain't having it! But her reasoning came from her home background and watching other people's relationships going down the drain. She saw romance a "waste of time" and "energy spender."
Why have romance in real life when you have yourself?
Her college friend, April, was talking to Aurora about her type of men. Aurora rolled her eyes, knowing what her friend was trying to do. "I appreciate your help, April, but I'm not interested in some bafoon that only cares about sex than her woman's feelings and thoughts. And don't get me started on men have no respect for women whatsoever! I am telling you, my dearest friend. There is no such thing as love and romance. All of it is children's fairytale."
Ouch, am I right?
Donnie heard the whole conversation and he winced at the vemom of her words. It's obvious that she has been through somethings that caused her to have such views. So, that's when he was determined to figure it out.
While they were working together, Donnie mentioned about her views on romance. Aurora sighed as she organized some paperwork into files, always a clean freak. "Why do you want to know so badly? It's not like you are interested in me."
Donnie was flabbergasted. He found a woman that is just as smart, beautiful, and over all bad***. And she wants to know why he was interested in her? When there was silence, Aurora told him her backstory. She was raised in a toxic home. Her mother was a sweetheart, the sweetest woman you will ever meet. Then her father was a drunkard who will manipulate and harm her mother in every way. They argued all the time when she was child, it's a never ending thing. When they finally divorced and her mother took Aurora with her, her mother said, "Never fall in love, sweetheart. You will be tormented beyond belief and get your heart broken. Men are just cruel."
Being a child, she believed her mother's words. As she grew older, she saw that her mother was right. She saw relationships fall and heard so many negatives that she decided to never fall in love with a man. Yes, attraction was there but she saw men in their true colors before she could do anything.
Donnie felt so bad for the woman. She never dated anyone because of other people's experiences. She's a huge observer. Then, that's when he decides an offer.
How did they meet?
She has met Donnie not once but twice! He doesn't know who she is until she told him what happened during the fight in the second book.
Donnie was wanting more information about TCRI because they're connected from Tabitha (Raph's girl) and Serenity (Mikey's girl). April mentioned she has a friend who used to go to college with her, then offered to get some answers. Donnie agreed and April met up with Aurora on a girl's day.
Aurora figured out that she was being recorded and was wondering why. April told her about Tabitha and Serenity, then Aurora gave her some answers but some of them were kept secret. April asked Aurora if she wants to team up with her and friends on taking down TCRI, knowing Aurora's views on the company. The British woman agreed and, with permission from Splinter, April took her to the lair.
That's when Donnie saw Aurora for the "first time."
How is the relationship now? (This is continuing with the first question)
The relationship has ups and downs like normal relationships. At first, it wasn't really a relationship. Donnie offered to be her "boyfriend" and prove to her that there are good men out in the world. If she gave him a chance and fall in love, then they will date officially. If not and stuck to her beliefs, then he won't mention any relationship stuff ever again.
He was risking his own feelings into this, and made a huge gamble. He doesn't know if she will ever return his feelings. She knew of them because he confessed to her during the whole conversation. All he saw was a good woman that was having emotional trauma and he wants to prove himself that he wasn't like other men.
That's when he showed her what a true man was like. Months have passed and the more Donnie gave her affection, the more she craved.
When Donnie kissed her knuckles, she blushes.
When Donnie complements her clothes, she smiles.
Donnie gave her gifts, she cried happy tears because she didn't know that men can give their woman gifts (her father never gave her mother gifts).
And that's when she realized, Aurora fell in love with Donatello. Hard. She craved so much of him and felt so guilty for the way she treated him. She apologized profusely while she cried and Donnie held her through it all.
They were meant to be.
What is each other's love language?
Aurora, at first, was quality time. She could be in the same room with Donnie and she will be content. Now, she wants physical touch. Just a graze of his fingers on her hand or waist could make her yearn for more. Cuddles is her favorite thing. When Donnie was busy, she would get in his lap and he would kiss her forehead and play with her hair.
Donnie makes gifts for her. Anything that reminds him of Aurora, he makes it. Either be a rose necklace or anything that will be useful for her. But he enjoys the physical touch. The poor man is just as touched starved like Aurora.
They both enjoyed each other's company and physical touchs.
Do they get married? Have any kids?
Yes, they do get married! It's after the fourth book (Dream Mutation) where I write scenarios that follow after the war and they live in harmony.
They do end up having kids but, consider the gene difference, they don't just pop babies like humans can.
What is your favorite thing about this pairing? (Gush out!)
What I love about this pairing is that there's struggle during the whole bonding phase. Aurora was reluctant on telling Donnie anything, especially her past. She said harsh words, even at his brothers because Mikey was teasing her in a joking way when she first entered the lair.
Mikey said, "What's up, girl! Love how we have another girl in the group!" He was just happy that he was making another friend. You know how Mikey is. Plus, he has a girlfriend. He's just happy that Serenity is having another female friend.
Aurora gave him the stink eye. "You look like the cheating type. Flirting with other women isn't right, you know."
Yeah, she's very judgmental and she lost some points with the family in the beginning. But she saw her actions were wrong and apologized for it. Mikey forgave her (bless his soul) and gave her the biggest hug she has ever received.
I want to write something that people can relate to. My writing has always been more on the realistic side and seeing that Aurora has been through things that we have been through makes me feel happy, in a way.
There isn't any "love at first site" type of thing. There's bonding and getting to know each other. Donnie has patience and willing to do anything for Aurora even though that there is a possibility he will get hurt. But he told himself it will be worth it because she is worth it!
Aurora has been through so much, then Donnie proving that there is such thing as love and good men in the world. She found out that her mother is wrong and love was standing right in front of her. He has sacrificed so much and she felt guilty that she didn't have anything in return.
Donnie told her that he already got what he wanted and that's her. The flaws and scars are with the package of having something worth it. She promised that she will always be there for him through everything. Even when he has no coffee and goes on a rampage, she still loves him anyways.
I hope you love this pairing just as much as I do! 💜
#tmnt bayverse#tmnt 2014#tmnt 2016#dilucsflame33#tmnt donnie#donnie x oc#bayverse turtles#bayverse tmnt#bayverse donatello#TMNT-VDAY
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i keep coming back to 13, flynn x reggie
Flynn let out a yawn as she ride the elevator to Julie's place. This had been the week from hell honestly, and she felt burnt to a crisp. If it weren't for the mandated group movie night this evening, Flynn would have spent it face down on her couch, empty glass of red on the table beside her.
She didn't even bother to knock, just barging into Julie's apartment. She figures if she and Luke were stupid enough to be fooling around out in the living room when they were expecting company over, then they deserved to get walked in on. Thankfully they are both clothed when Flynn comes in, flopping on the couch with a yelled "Hey!"
Julie sings out from the kitchen, getting her, and Luke comes over, already handing Flynn a large glass of wine. "This is why you're my favourite."
Luke grinned, but then whispered, "Jules told me you had a hard week, figured this was needed."
"You're both my favourite then," Flynn amended. "Where's the rest of the crew?"
Alex and Willie walked in the door as soon as she asked, calling out their hellos, stealing the prime couch spots across from her. Willie grinned and waved, talking Alex's ear off about the patrons from his art exhibit while Alex just looked at him adoringly, barely sparing Flynn a glance, making her vow to toss popcorn at him later.
Reggie rushed in a few minutes later, panting and tossing his barista apron onto the hat rack by the door. "I hate people! Why does everyone need five pumps of flavour and fifty million million sugars? What is wrong with coffee?"
"It's farming is harmful to environment?" Willie postered.
"Harvesting practices often screw over independent farmers?" Alex added.
"It tastes fucking disgusting and you know it Peters," Flynn concluded. "You don't even drink it yourself! Now go get washed so we can get our movie on."
Reggie stuck his tongue out at her, but flew off to the bathroom, emerging damp a few moments later, and in fresh clothes, but when he slumped onto the couch next to Flynn, she could still smell coffee off of him. But he was warm and comfy next to her, and since Julie had pulled Luke onto the love seat with her, there was nowhere else for him to sit.
The movie started, and Flynn found she was struggling to pay attention. Her hellacious week and the large glass of wine were catching up to her, so she slumped back onto the couch, blinking and trying to stay awake. But then Reggie yawned, stretching out his arm, and pulling her in, winking at her when she scowled playfully. "You can sleep you know, no one would blame you. Alex always picks the weird German expressionist films when he gets movie dibs."
Flynn let her head rest on Reggie's chest, inhaling the scent of coffee, of his cedar body wash, the fabric softener on his clothes. "Just wake me before we get to Willie's choice, I really wanna see how far into it we get before Julie screams about the blood."
"Can do," Reggie replied, grinning as her head dropped, her breathing slowing almost immediately. However, now he found himself with an armful of pretty girl, warm and content after a hard shift, and well, the movie was really boring, so he let his head loll back, promising himself he was only going to rest his eyes for a moment before promptly falling asleep.
It was hours later when Julie let herself even look at the screen, scowling at Willie and Alex who shrunk under her glare. "This is the last time you two get to pick both movies for movie night," she vowed. Luke snickered behind her, as he didn't mind her hiding her face in his chest during the gory parts of the movie that Willie had picked, not at all.
All eyes flew to Reggie, expecting him to have some sort of witty quip, but then they saw it; Flynn and Reggie passed out together, curled up, and looking adorably cute. "Awwww," Alex cooed. "Someone take a picture so they can't deny it happened when we wake them."
"Don't wake them, they both had really long days," Julie said, but that didn't stop her from pulling out her phone and snapping the shot. She then threw a blanket over them, grinning when they hadn't moved by the time she and Luke were ready for bed.
Though she did have to suppress a squeal when the next morning, the couch was empty, and Reggie's bed was full. She smirked as she sent the both of them the pictures she had taken, and wondered how long it would be before they had them saved as their phone backgrounds.
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FIVE DRINKS TO GET TO KNOW ME
I was tagged by @clottedcreamfudge who, if I’m not mistaken, knows every one of these answers except the last one, because I share an excessive number of food and drink pics with her.
1. Barry’s Irish Tea (gold blend in the red box - this is black tea, peeps) - the love of my life. I drink 2-3 cups a day with milk and sugar and it’s got to be Barry’s. The mug varies with the day and my mood. But it’s got to be a big one or else my travel mug that says “Do You Tea?” on it. Yes I bring Barry’s with me on trips and, yes, into restaurants. I am THAT person. But it’s really not that weird to order a cup of hot water. People do it, okay? And if I slip the waitperson a tea bag and BEG them to pour the boiling water OVER the bag, that’s between me and their 25% tip. No one saw anything. ☕️🫖
2. Screwball Peanut Butter Whiskey over ice. It is sweet, it is smooth, it is so fucking good. Did I ever think I would drink whiskey? No. Did I ever think one of my sons would recommend my second-favorite alcoholic beverage to me? No. Did I watch all of OUTLANDER during the pandemic and got a little obsessed with whiskey? YES. 🥃
3. Prosecco in a champagne flute. Prosecco is lighter than champagne and it comes in little splits that equal about two glasses. I can drink this and drive safely after food and a couple of hours. It’s the alcohol that, if most people asked what was my favorite, would be their answer. They are not up-to-speed on the whiskey story. I became a bit anti-social during quarantine. 🥂
4. Pinot noir wine - I’m not a connoisseur of wine, but this is the red I like. I do not like white - it gives me a headache. (Except the prosecco.) I’ll drink Cabernet Sauvignon, but I prefer a nice light Pinot noir with a perky mutton, lettuce, and tomato sandwich. No, just kidding, I don’t eat meat, but there’s nothing like a good movie reference to spice up a “Five Drinks” post. 🍷
5. Lemon-lime Gatorade - surprise, it’s not water! Yes I work out and I do drink water, but I’m not a fan. I should be, I know, but that’s a topic for another post. And DO NOT give me blue, red, purple, orange, or any other color of Gatorade. It must be the yellow. I do not know why, because I think they may all taste the same, with the color creating some kind of optical/tongue-related illusion. YELLOW GATORADE PLEASE, when I’m really dehydrated especially. 💛
Tagging @everwitch-magiks (who also likes tea), @cinnamoncoffees (who likes coffee, obv), @the-amber-fox (who drinks healthy drinks), and @cheesecurdsgravyandfries (who drinks beer with her poutine).
BOTTOMS UP, PEEPS! SLAINTE! 🥛(bonus 6th drink: I also secretly like cold milk as a post-workout thirst quencher)
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Tag Game
Something a wee bit different. I was actually tagged in two slightly different versions of this by @loverboysainz-interacts and @f1-incorrect-s so I've just combined them into one because I'm ✨lazy✨
Favourite time of year?
It's definitely a toss-up between summer and autumn. Hot weather and blue skies just make me feel so much better about everything in life, like I physically can't have a bad day if it's sunny!! But also I am OBSESSED with the colours of autumn, I love the warm drinks and comfort food, I love ugly jumpers and dark academia, I love the fresh start feeling that comes with the new academic year (and it's my birthday hehe)
Comfort food?
Sunday Roast. Specifically my mum's beef with ALL the trimmings and more gravy than socially acceptable (+ rice pudding for after)
Do you collect anything?
I would say the main thing I collect is Harry Potter merch, especially the replica and ornamental or subtle pieces. OH AND BOOKS AND STATIONARY, I'm addicted to notebooks and coloured pens
Favourite drink?
Coffee. Gin. Currently obsessed with Thatcher's Orange Cider. I am also the kind of person who is partial to a sparkling water (fight me)
Favourite song/artist?
I'm too into music to have a singular favourite song. My favourite band for sure is Waterparks (HIGHLY recommend if you haven't heard of them before)
Current favourite songs?
I Ain't Worried - One Republic 🌶 Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) - Edison Lighthouse 🌶 Come and Get Your Love - Redbone 🌶 Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo 🌶 Smooth Operator - Sade 🌶 Bonfire - Childish Gambino 🌶 Greenhands - Sundara Karma 🌶 Funeral Grey - Waterparks 🌶 Chateau Lobby #4 (In C For Two Virgins) - Father John Misty
Favourite fic of mine?
Flat Spin for sure. Personally, I feel like it showcases some of my best writing and I'm really proud of the plot for it. I feel like it's the first ever story I've written that is a full story and not solely focused on the relationship alone (but I'm also really happy with the relationship I'm developing in it). Plus the LOVE from you guys, the community I've become a part of as a result of it... it's been the most incredible couple of months and I'm so grateful <3
Relationship Status:
Somehow I have managed to convince a REAL boy to like me. We've been together 3 years
Favourite Colour(s):
Green. Closely followed by orange and yellow.
Song stuck in my head:
Currently, there isn't one because I'm watching trashy TV as I do this, but earlier it was As It Was by Harry Styles
Last thing you googled:
ACP injection equine data sheet (I promise I'm a really, really interesting person)
Time:
19:40 BST
Dream Trip:
My dream holiday is to go to Italy - sunshine, history, pasta, wine and coffee are my idea of heaven. But overall dream trip is to get my visa and go work in Australia for a year or so after I've graduated
Last thing you read:
The last thing I finished was Percy Jackson: The Last Olympian as part of my pre-Disney plus series re-read. Currently on the go is The Kane Chronicles: The Red Pyramid. And I guess for completion the last "first time read" book I read was Atonement by Ian McEwan
Last book you enjoyed reading:
The entire Percy Jackson series I've been re-reading. And I can't NOT take this opportunity to tell everyone that Atonement is literally the best book I've ever read and I'm OBSESSED with it and with Robbie and Cecilia. And the ANGST, the pain, the pining oh my god this book is just *chefs kiss chefs kiss chefs kiss* NOT TO MENTION the writing style, the self-reflection throughout, the most elegant POV switches I have ever seen. Please, everyone just read this book (and then watch the movie because James McAvoy as Robbie.... my LORD)
Last book you hated reading:
Dune by Frank Herbert. Not to be hipster but I wanted to read it when I watched the 2002 miniseries Children of Dune back in summer 2020 (again, James McAvoy obsession who) and then when I saw the cast for the new movie I was like well now I *HAVE* to. To be fair it was probably a stretch for me because I'm not a huge fan of full-on fantasy where you have to learn pretty much an entirely new language and lore to understand the story. Especially when the words of all the made-up people, planets, places, things, religions and so on are impossible to pronounce. So yeah it wasn't really a surprise when I was 200 pages in, bored and completely LOST lmao. Needless to say, I did not finish it
Favourite thing to cook/bake:
I'm really really into baking so this was a tough choice. My favourite comfort thing to bake is brownies because my recipe SLAPS, I can do it without even thinking and it's such a crowd pleaser. Otherwise, I love to do cakes/cupcakes where I get to experiment with different flavour combinations and it's an excuse to get the piping bag out and play with decorative techniques
Favourite craft to do in your free time:
I'm shite at the arty stuff so without being boring it's baking and writing
Most niche dislike:
The first thing that came to mind was slimy/slippery food textures but I don't feel like that's so niche. Otherwise maybe reality TV? Social expectations? Men with short hair? The texture of sugar paper? I'm neurodivergent the list can GO ON lmao
Do you have any sense of direction:
Ummm ish? Not so much in just *knowing* where I am or in which direction I'm facing/supposed to be going, but if I go somewhere once I can re-navigate around it real quick. We did a walking tour of Edinborough and I was able to get me and mum back to the city centre after having that tour being my first time there and I didn't go wrong sooo?? does walking count?
Tell us about your D&D character:
I've never played D&D but I've lowkey always wanted to. I've been told by my friend who plays I'm a Chaotic Neutral
absolutely no pressure tags if anyone is bored and wants to do something vaguely entertaining? @sgkophie @timetoracewrites @serialkillertbh @rge-nini @hnmaga-blog and anyone who sees this and wants to participate!!
#iggytalks#FROM A DIFFERENT ACCOUNT#tag game#carlos sainz#formula one#james mcavoy#waterparks#smooth operator#me talking about a bunch of stuff i like#percy jackson#kane chronicles#atonement#ian mcewan
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A Night At Home
The Cards Have Spoken - Week 2 (@brightsun-and-darkmidnight ’s cards)
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Characters: Loki x Original Character
Category: Fluff - Movie Night At Home
Relationship: Secretly Dating
AU: Coffee Shop
Warnings/Notes: Get a liiiiiiiittle suggestive for a minute there / For these, we are setting it to a minimum of 500 words. You can use these same cards for your own story if you like, but please tag me and @brightsun-and-darkmidnight so that we can see what you do! This was a different one for me, for sure. Please enjoy
Words: 1190
Summary: Loki and Chelsea have a date night away from the coffee shop
Masterlist
It was overcast outside, the sun completely covered but still managing to get some light through. It was getting close to sunset, though, so that light was all shades of pinks and oranges, and fading fast. It would be dark soon, and there was a tingle in the air that promised rain.
It was the perfect night for a movie night.
I turned from the window to admire the way Loki’s apartment was set up for the best movie night ever. I had brought the snacks – popcorn with all manner of different seasonings off to the side, Buncha Crunch in the little movie theater boxes, Swedish Fish, gummy worms, and Hershey’s kisses (his favorite) – and the bottle of red wine, waiting for us with two empty glasses. When I had gotten to the apartment, we had set up a giant blanket fort in the middle of the living room, with a big bean bag chair, pillows, and more fluffy blankets inside. Loki had set up a little fake fireplace and some sugar-scented candles to finish off the ambiance.
Now all that was left was to make drinks and pick the movie.
We had wine, but we both decided that we wanted something cozier first – hot chocolate. And, of course, being Loki, he was being a little extra about it.
“Are you going to be done this century?” I teased as I walked toward his kitchen, laughter coloring my tone. My breath halted a moment as I looked at him. There was something jarring about seeing him with all the familiar drink ingredients in this environment, but the look of concentration on his face while he worked in comfy grey sweatpants instead of his work uniform was almost amusing.
He looked up at me, a fake aghast expression on his face. “My dear, you cannot rush perfection! Give the master barista his time, please.” He smiled in that teasing way that I loved so much.
He really was a master at these things. People came to their little coffee shop in New York City mostly for his drinks, to the point that the owner had added some of his personal concoctions to the menu. The drinks always had the perfect balance, with multiple flavors that all managed to stand out. It was like they were made of magic.
“Besides,” he continued, pulling me from my thoughts. “Movies are best enjoyed at night.”
“So this is going to take until after the sun sets to make me a hot chocolate?”
“If that’s how long it takes, that’s how long it takes.” He smiled wide, and I couldn’t help but smile along with him. “You also still haven’t told me what you want in it.”
I hummed in thought, looking over all the ingredients he had on the counter. There were so many- dessert spices, like cinnamon, nutmeg, and pumpkin spice, candy canes and peppermint schnaps, caramels, coffee creamers… It was a little overwhelming, if I was honest. “Dealer’s choice. I trust your judgement.”
“One very complicated hot chocolate, coming up.” He winked at me before getting to work. He took the warm milk-and-cocoa-powder mixture off the stove and poured it into two giant mugs. I watched as he added spices in. I saw cinnamon and nutmeg, and he poured a little bit of the caramel coffee creamer into it.
I loved watching him work. It brought me back to the many times that I have watched him while I was kneading dough in the back kitchen. It was easy to get lost in it, following along with the way his hands hovered over everything. The way he made coffee art so perfectly, dusting cinnamon lightly and pouring perfectly. Sometimes she got too carried away with it, forgetting she was working at all. It was hypnotizing.
And tonight, it was all for her. It was lovely.
“And last but not least,” he said as he tok the aerosol can off the counter. “Whipped cream.” He put just a little on top of each mug. “So perfect, you could eat it on its own.” He tilted his head back and sprayed some directly into his mouth.
After he swallowed the mouthful, he looked to me, dispensed some out on his finger, and held it out for me to eat.
I did, keeping eye contact with him as I licked it off my lips.
I saw the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. He moved them, crushing my lips with a passionate, longing kiss. I sighed into his mouth as I kissed him back, relishing the feeling. My heart swelled. It was so nice to be able to do tis – to feel safe here, without having to look over our shoulder, worrying about the owner or one of our coworkers seeing us. There, we were just Loki and Chelsea, the barista and the baker. Here, we could be so much more.
When he pulled away, it took me a moment to catch my breath. He smiled so warmly at me, holding my face for a moment, before breaking away completely and handing me one of the drinks, putting it between us.
“Wouldn’t want it to get cold before you try it, my dear. It is hot chocolate, after all.”
“You’re suck a dork.” I giggled despite myself as I took the mug. “Why, thank you.”
He took his off the counter. “Shall we?”
“Let’s.” I held the mug in both hands. I let the steam hit my face, The wonderful aroma of cinnamon and chocolate filled my nose. The heat warmed my hands in a pleasant way, just right. I climbed into the blanket fort after him, cuddling up to him on the bean bag as much as possible without spilling it all over us. As he got the television started up, I tasted it – so many wonderful flavors that popped and swirled around each other. It reminded me of fall and winter all at once.
Or maybe the winter was from the smell of pine in his cologne. Either way, it was delicious.
Loki kissed the top of my forehead, leaving his lips close enough to brush against my skin as he spoke. “So, what would you like to watch?”
“Hm… Well, this turned out so well with the drink, so I am going to just say ‘dealer’s choice’ again.” I popped one of the kisses in my mouth, glad I remembered to put them close. I was too comfy to move,
“My, you do have a lot of faith in me. That could backfire one day, you know.” He had that teasing smile again.
I fed him a Hershey kiss in response.
My choice was a good one, though, as he chose to start with Mulan. We spent the entire time joking, singing along to the music. We broke into a full-on dance at I’ll Make A Man Out of You, acting out parts of the movie from the inside of our little blanket fort.
For one night, we got to just be ourselves, safe within the walls of this apartment. I would give anything to have more nights like this.
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