#Creamy Coffee’s a good name too

[quibbs126]

Maybe some names from the Eclair/Latte fankid could be Coffee Puff, Coffee Choux, Creamy Coffee, or Dalgona?

Actually I forgot to mention last night that I was considering the name Beignet Cookie, but actually I like yours better, beignets don’t really fit Latte or Eclair’s ingredients

Right now I’m debating Coffee Choux or Dalgona. Though Coffee Choux probably works better since this guy would be running a bakery

#Creamy Coffee’s a good name too #I’ll have to add the ones I don’t use somewhere else for future reference #cookie run #fankid #fanchild #answers

[hees-mine]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫! - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 ⚥ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: smut, unprotected sex, stalking.

Sorry for late updates. I'm feeling under the weather. I’ll finish Kinktober and then start updating regularly again! Hope you like this one. The plot isn’t my strong suit, but I tried. Also I’m not posting in order since I missed so many days :/

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐇𝐞𝐞 who sits on the bench at the dog park with binoculars pretending he’s watching the birds, but he’s actually watching you the whole entire time cause ever since he laid eyes on you at the one coffee shop down the road, he couldn’t stop tracking your every move unbeknownst to you of course.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐇𝐞𝐞 that approaches you pretending he’s interested in your dog, but in reality, he just wants to get closer to you, and you, being completely unaware of his motives, welcome him with a smile, letting him pet your puppy while you make small talk.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐇𝐞𝐞 Before you leave, he’ll pretend to be all shy, mentioning the fact that he’s seen you around before and he thinks that you’re really pretty and would like to get to know you more and so when he asks for your number, you give it to him cause he was sweet and cute and you were actually looking for a boyfriend so why not.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐇𝐞𝐞 who puts his number in your phone and quickly checks the names of all your socials so he can stalk you on them later.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐇𝐞𝐞 sets up a date for you two later that weekend, and the whole time, he was nothing but the perfect gentleman opening the door, paying the bill, treating you to dessert. He’d excused himself to open a “text from work” on his phone, telling you that he’s in business and that he’s very busy, to which you understood and it’s actually true he is a very busy CEO, but the reason for checking his phone was not to answer texts it was so he could take multiple pictures of you to save in his collection for later.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐇𝐞𝐞 later that night, wows you to his bedroom, and even though it’s the first date you feel safe with him enough to remove your silky red dress, revealing your body to him as he hungrily licks his lips at the sight and good thing, he has cameras set up in his room so he can relive this moment over and over again when you leave in the morning.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐇𝐞𝐞 wastes no time taking off his clothes, dick so hard its uncomfortable cause he’s been waiting for this for so long, and his dedication finally pays off when he has you under him, a wet moaning mess while he eats you out like a starved animal to then later taking you raw on his silk bedsheets fucking into you slow and sensual so he can memorize every inch of your tight and smooth walls.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐇𝐞𝐞 that’s moaning uncontrollably because you feel too good, and the idea of having you all to himself after all this time makes his dick twitch before a flood of cum invades your pleasured walls. Your back arches, and you grip his waist, bringing him closer to your body, forcing him to go as deep as possible until your tiny cunt is brimming over with his thick creamy load, and you panting his name helplessly as he massages your clit to bliss.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐇𝐞𝐞 who gives you the best after care a man has ever given you, praising you down from your high with delicate kisses and soft whispers about how good you were for him and nearly slips up about how long he’s been waiting for this night.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐇𝐞𝐞 who cleans you up, lets you wear his clothes, and cuddle on his chest all night telling you he’d like to take you on another date if that’s okay, and of course, you say yes because who wouldn’t want to go on another date with him, he’s literally perfect.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐇𝐞𝐞 that smiles from ear to ear when you say yes, and as you slowly drift off to sleep, he takes multiple, if not hundreds of, pictures of you while you sleep to add to his collection, which is in the floor bored right beneath the bed where you sleep.

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[dira333]

Carpe Puella - Kuroo x Reader

For the lovely @misfit-megumi because she asked so nicely. I hope you're feeling as lovely as you are!!!

A/N: Convenience store romance, pure fluff

Coffee. You need coffee. And maybe some solid food to go with that liquid lifesaver, because your stomach lining is holding on for dear life.

The doors to the Konbini swish open. You put your phone away, your fingers already itching to get back to it. Installing your work email on your mobile device has simultaneously been your best and worst decision to date. You can get so much more done. But you can also get so much more done!

“Good evening,” an elderly woman greets you. You nod and smile at her. Right. You’re taking a break. Focus on the real world.

You pay for a can of iced coffee, crack it open, and take the first sip as you trudge through the store. Do you want some ice cream? Some cake? Or rather something savory?

You spot the Buldak Carbonara easily, drawn toward its inviting Logo. Your hand reaches out to take it, but someone else seems to have the same thought, your hand knocking into theirs.

“Oh,” you both say. You blink up and up and up. The guy’s tall, dark-haired, and extremely handsome. As well as beyond exhausted. He blinks tiredly back at you. 

“Long day at work?” You ask, because he looks like you feel. He nods. His eyes flicker to the can of coffee in your hand and his sudden envy is almost palpable. You offer him the can before you can fully think it through.

“Want a sip?” You ask, surprised when he takes it. His hand is warm against yours, the chill of the drink having seeped into your skin. 

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and your eyes are drawn to it, the milky skin above the creamy white of his shirt, the dark red of his tie. 

“Thank you.” He looks down at the can and his face turns almost sheepish. “I think I emptied it.”

“Buy me another one?” 

-

His name is Kuroo. He’s tall, even when he’s sitting next to you at the little self-serve bar, waiting for his own bowl of Buldak Carbonara to cool down. 

“What do you do for work?” He asks, slowly sipping from a new can of iced coffee. You're still twirling yours in your hands, suddenly too aware of the way your hair must look after hours of work or the fact that you didn’t have time to put make-up on this morning. You don’t know what got into you to talk to him like that. You’re not usually this forward, which explains your status of being a long-time single.

“I work for as an agent for the JSA,” you tell him, ready to launch into the usual explanation of what that abbreviation means. Instead, his head shoots up, his ridiculously attractive hair bobbing with the motion.

“JSA as in Japanese Soccer Association?” 

You blink. “You know them?”

Kuroo grins and it transforms his features, turning him from being dark, mysterious, and attractive into warm, boyish, and even more attractive. Damn your heart that stutters to a halt.

“I work for the JVA.”

You can’t help but laugh. “You’re kidding.”

“Never.” He draws a cross over his heart to emphasize before he leans in. “How did you get into Soccer?”

“My dad taught me when I was younger. He trained our Middle School team. You?”

His smile turns softer. You can almost feel how it must be for him, diving into the past.

“My dad played with me when I was a kid. And when we moved in with my grandparents, it helped me form a friendship that lasts to this day. I know it’s hard to believe but I was rather shy as a kid.”

You feel your own lips tugging upward. It’s hard to stay in a bad mood around him, it seems.

“Does Yahito-san still work for you?” You ask, dragging your chopsticks through the thickened sauce. 

“No, she left a few months ago. Maternity leave.” He digs his own chopsticks in.

“Oh? How lovely!” 

-

“This was nice,” Kuroo says, the doors of the Konbini closing behind you.

“It was.”

His number is saved in your phone and vice versa.

Inside, this had felt like something, like a moment meant to be remembered. Just like before a goal, the air had visibly shifted. But there had been no kiss, no hug, nothing but a promise to try and keep in touch.

And now, outside on the streets, your life is pulling you in again. Your phone is vibrating in your pocket. Pretty sure it’s Ego, the new Blue Lock Project is coming along nicely, almost all 300 female Strikers have been assembled. Tomorrow, Kuroo will probably be nothing but a fond memory. Someone who could have been more, but never will be.

That thought drops heavy into your stomach. You stretch out your arm and offer him your hand to shake. You won’t be able to handle a hug now, not when you know that nothing is going to come out of this anyway.

“Until we meet again,” you tell him and make sure to smile. His own smile falters but he shakes your hand, the pressure firm and reassuring.

Not even five minutes later you’re walking down the street, eyes on the sidewalk as if you’re trying not to trip. Instead, you’re forcing yourself not to turn back around.

Your phone vibrates again and you pull it out, hoping for once that it’s a call from Ego or Anri, something to keep your mind occupied.

Instead, it’s Kuroo who’s calling.

You pick up and turn around, but the sidewalk is rather crowded and you can’t make him out anywhere.

“Did you forget something?”

“Yeah.” His voice is a little breathless. “Do you want to go see a movie?”

“N-Now?” You chide yourself right away. He probably thought about sometime next week.

“Yeah.” You can hear the grin in his voice, can picture it perfectly in your mind’s eye. “Don’t move, I can already see you.” 

And just like that, he slips out from between two strangers, dark hair crowning his proud grin and the twinkle in his eyes.

“Hi!” He breathes, phone still pressed to his ear. “Do you know the term ‘Carpe Diem’?”

“Not on the top of my head, no.”

“It means seize the day. And I suppose I’m doing just that. Or, more correctly, I’m doing Carpe Puella.”

“And that would be?” You can feel your heart bubbling in your throat. This isn’t what you expected, not something you could ever dream of happening. But he’s here and he’s grinning from one ear to the other, fondness warming his dark eyes. 

“To seize the girl.” 

My Kofi if you want to tip me

#my writing #Kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu! #Haikyuu fluff #Haikyu

[twstgarden]

❁ ❝ 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝟰𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝗿𝘆 ❞

━ twisted wonderland cast (night raven college only) and gn! student! reader (f/n means first name, n/n means nickname, reader is not yuu) ━ you are celebrating the anniversary of the prestigious academy with your fellow schoolmates.

slight (?) spoilers for chapter 7, diasomnia's arc!

do not steal or translate without my permission.

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march 18th.

the anniversary date of night raven college. as a student of this prestigious academy, you naturally had to celebrate with your fellow students. receiving an invitation from ramshackle, you decided to join them in the festivities.

the staff arrived there first, and even asked grim to cook up some meals for the party. of course, yuu thought they were exempted from this task until grim dragged them to the kitchen. you walked around the previously abandoned dormitory, eyeing the purple, black, white, and muted gold balloons, and the other decorations.

some time has passed and grim came out of the dormitory, wearing a chef outfit with a grin on his face, “done!” yuu, on the other hand, sighed before smiling a little, seemingly a little exhausted from all the cooking. to be fair, only the two of them were cooking up the feast and it isn’t exactly easy with a companion who has paws for hands.

a soft chuckle left your lips as you crossed your arms, “well, well, you seem proud, grim.”

“of course! no task is too hard for the great grim-sama!” exclaimed grim before rushing to the tables with yuu in tow as they placed the cooked meals in a presentable manner. with a smile, the headmaster clapped his hands together as he spoke, “wonderful! this is a great way to develop your culinary skills! aren’t i so kind?”

trein sighed at crowley’s remark while crewel stepped forward as he eyed the dishes, “it’s best not to overwork these two pups from ramshackle, headmaster crowley.”

“this calls for a picture!” spoke sam as he glanced at you with a smile, “little imp, will you kindly take a picture of us?” yuu handed the ghost camera to you as soon as you nodded, bringing the camera up to your face as you aimed it towards the staff members.

“okay! ready…”

they immediately lined up and posed together with grim settled on crowley’s shoulder with a big smile on his face, holding his paws out to put up the number 4, and the rest of the staff did the same.

“happy 4th anniversary!”

click!

after the satisfaction of taking a photo, you handed the camera back to yuu and proceeded to enjoy the rest of the day. it did not take long until the rest of the students came by and you found yourself enjoying a drink by the snacks table. a pair of footsteps suddenly caught your attention as you sipped on your drink before taking a glance at your side, seeing ace and deuce approaching you.

“heya, n/n! why are you standing there all alone? come!” spoke ace as he linked his arm around yours and dragged you to where the rest of the first years stood, “have you tried the food? the fudge brownies taste soooo good!”

the moment you stood before the banquet table, epel nudged your arm and pointed at the dessert section, “i saw some tasty treats over there and yuu told me the one i tasted was called kolaches. you should try it!”

the first years proceed to try and feed you every single food on the banquet table as they munched on their chosen treats. even sebek was asking you to try the green apple cucumber smoothie, while jack asked you to try the creamy macaroni salad.

after miraculously getting away from the first years attempting to overfeed you, you bumped into riddle and immediately apologised, “oh! i’m so sorry, riddle.” he shrugged you off and smiled, “no matter. you seem a little dazed, however.” his revelation made you awkwardly laugh a little, “i kinda snacked a little too much….”

“oh dear, it seems our little angelfish is full from all that snacks.”

riddle sighed as soon as he heard that voice, and you turned around to see azul standing there with a smile, the twins on either side of him as they both also held grins on their faces. it was a slightly chilling sight, but you have grown accustomed to it by this time.

“hello, octavinelle,” you greeted as you smiled at them. “we should go for a walk,” spoke riddle as he held your wrist in an attempt to drag you away from the trio. however, they decided to trail behind the both of you. riddle glanced from behind, realising they were following along.

you, on the other hand, did not really mind.

“f/n~!”

a familiar call of your name caused you to pause in your tracks as you saw ruggie approaching you, “where are you going? shishishi, i thought we were going to start packing food for leftovers.”

“ah, right. we can do that later. the rest of the students are still eating,” you replied, causing ruggie to sulk a little. “what if they end up clearing the banquet?! i’m really looking forward to having the spicy meatballs as tomorrow’s lunch, y’know?” spoke ruggie as he clasped his hands together.

before you could reply back, another voice chirped into your conversation.

“do you want more food? we can always share!”

really, what’s with everyone and interrupting conversations today?

you turned to see kalim and jamil as the former waved at you enthusiastically. riddle’s grip on your wrist loosened a little as he remained standing beside you, while the octavinelle trio remained smiling.

“wait, for real?” questioned ruggie, causing jamil to shake his head only to be interrupted by kalim.

“yeah! the more food the better, right?”

you looked at ruggie with a snicker as you patted his back, “well, you won’t have to worry about tomorrow’s lunch. if there’s any leftovers, we can start packing.” with a smile, ruggie nodded and proceeded to walk around the ramshackle dormitory with you and the rest of the second years in tow.

after your walk with the second years, you got back to sipping on your beverage by the entrance, standing beside the balloons as you eyed the rest of the students enjoying their time. with another sip, you saw grim trying to sneak his paw into deuce’s plate and no one seemed to notice his little food thievery. another sip and you saw jamil staring at the dates with a perplexed expression before it morphed back into a blank one. one more sip and you saw malleus standing beside you.

wait, what?

your heart almost jumped out of your chest at the presence of the diasomnia dormitory leader. it was a good thing your glass did not drop to the grass. malleus seemed to notice your surprise as he smiled and apologised, “oh. my apologies. i did not mean to frighten you.”

once you calmed down a little, you smiled at him, “no worries, i was a little too focused on observing everyone else that i did not notice your approach.” malleus merely hummed in response as he, too, looked at the same group of people you were currently eyeing – the third years.

lilia was having a drink with idia as vil approached the two and proceeded to have a conversation. leona was nearby, holding a plate of honey-glazed meatballs and party franks with rook eyeing him at a distance – well, that was odd. on the other hand, trey was holding a glass of cocktail with cater holding up a selfie stick and taking a picture with him.

“lilia seems to be enjoying his beverage a lot,” remarked malleus as he noticed lilia pouring another glass for himself in the middle of his conversation with idia and vil – or vil, with idia panicking to himself due to the social interaction.

“and rook seems to be sneaking on leona,” you added, causing malleus to take a quick glance at the aforementioned individuals with a snicker. you glanced at him and chuckled, “hey now, it’s not funny.”

“yes, but do you see the way kingscholar avoids hunt’s advances? i find it amusing,” replied malleus. you decided to focus on the two of them and realised leona was purposely trying to lose rook in the crowd, only for the latter to find him again.

you blinked and mumbled, “do you think rook just wants to have a conversation with him?”

malleus stayed silent for a moment, “…a conversation would be the possible choice, but the topic of said conversation may appear to be quite threatening.” you hummed in reply, aware of rook’s antics with non-human students, so it isn’t a surprise if malleus had his own experiences as well.

“my my, it seems the two of you are quite busy with student observations.”

you and malleus were fixated on leona and rook that you did not notice lilia standing beside you with a smile on his face. malleus seemed as if he had expected that, however. you smiled and waved at lilia, “oh, hello.”

“are you enjoying the party, little bat?” asked lilia as he sipped on his tomato juice, which made sense why he refilled his glass over and over again. you nodded, sipping on your own beverage, “quite so. i have tasted every dish that is being served, thanks to the first years.”

a soft laugh left lilia’s lips as he replied, “right! i did see sebek trying to coerce you into drinking the smoothie.”

“i have not seen silver around, though,” you added as you looked around, causing malleus and lilia to glance around the entrance as well. “could he have fallen asleep somewhere?” asked malleus.

“i suppose i know where he is. come,” spoke lilia as he started walking towards ramshackle’s backyard with you and malleus in tow. as soon as you arrived to the backyard, you noticed a figure leaning by the tree, wearing diasomnia’s uniform as a few birds surrounded the said figure.

“there he is!” exclaimed lilia like a parent overjoyed at the sight of his child. you approached the dozing figure as malleus spoke, “i suppose the tree is quite comfortable to rest on.” hearing malleus’ voice made silver flutter his eyes open before he stood up straight, “ah! s-sorry, i did not realise i had fallen asleep…”

“why are you standing here? join the party! there’s lots of snacks you can eat,” spoke lilia as he grabbed silver’s hand. the latter hummed a little before glancing at you, “ah… n/n…” malleus glanced back at the banquet table before looking back at silver, “come, silver. let’s indulge ourselves.”

“yes, malleus-sama,” replied silver as he quickly walked beside malleus, both heading to the table and plating their chosen meals. you and lilia were left by the tree in the backyard, smiling at the sight of everyone enjoying the party with no worries in the world, stuffing themselves and laughing with their friends.

lilia eyed malleus and silver with a relieved smile, “…well, i’m very happy.”

“hm?” you turned your head to look at lilia with a puzzled expression, “oh… well, the atmosphere of this anniversary party is quite light-hearted, it makes me happy too.” lilia merely smiled, his eyes still on malleus and silver picking some food with sebek joining them and pointing at the meals they need to try.

“yes, and… i’m happy they’ve reassured me they can take care of themselves now…” mumbled lilia, causing you to blink as you did not know what he meant or what he was hinting at. nonetheless, you smiled and patted his back as he laughed a little, “happy 4th anniversary to our prestigious academy~!”

“mhm, happy 4th anniversary.”

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[fuckingrecipes]

hello! recently ive had an obsession with drinks, and almost each night ive been making one, ranging from chai latte to orange julius, to milkshakes. but ive been running out - do you happen to have any recipes? nonalcoholic would be preferable, and names are just fine too unless it’s not a wide spread concoction. thank you!!!

How about instead of a recipe, I give you some less-used ingredients and you can DIY some combinations?

Red Bell Pepper Juice! You can sometimes buy it at specialty stores, or you can blend/crush/mash some red bell peppers and strain the juice out yourself. I really like it combined with simple syrup and lime juice for a rich mocktail.

You can also use other vegetable juices in fun little drinks. Carrot juice can be surprisingly sweet. Sugar Beets are named that for a reason. There's a lot of folks down here in the south who just drink sweetcorn juice.

You can get a deeper, smokier flavor by braising your veggies until they char a little, before juicing them.

Seedlip Spice 94, for an herbal, conifer-like flavor. I love this paired with lavender syrup, in any clear soda. It tastes like summer!

Coconut Cream (not coconut water! It's different!) Can be used as a base instead of ice cream, with frozen mango for an ultra-creamy, richly flavored frozen drink. The ratios here will be different, so use your own judgement.

Consider going to a foreign food market, and buying like... random canned fruit you've never heard of. Using lychee syrup is delicious. You can also look around for fruits and drinks you've never tried. There's a whole world out there of packaged drink powders!

Gochujang sweetened with honey and lime, cut with ginger beer is... an experience. Get the ratios right, and it's addictive.

Think about muddling herbs/fruits into your clear soda, which aren't just 'mint and cucumber' - Basil and lime. Dill and apple. Blackberry and Anise.

Had muddled basil and simple syrup in some iced coffee recently. It was intriguing. Good? Not sure, but it compelled me.

Be adventurous and you'll never run out of new flavor combinations to try~

[bakedbakermom]

Good Morning

Rated X // 2300 words // Read on A03

tagging @today-in-fic @ao3feed-msr

Summary:

He loves her first thing in the morning.

Notes:

A little smutbiscuit for Kinktober 2023. Prompts: morning sex, frottage, (light) somno. I was 3 or 4 days into writing this fic when the painfully talented @msrafterdark posted this piece and it was like fate and the universe had come together.

He loves her first thing in the morning.

Well, he loves her all the time—volleying theories back and forth across the office over burnt coffee and crappy photocopies, singing along off-key to whatever radio station comes through the static three hours into a road trip from one corner of nowhere to another, lounging on a tiny motel bed with sharp springs and a pile of reports spread out like snow across scratchy blankets. He loves her on his couch sharing a beer after a long day, in her kitchen as they dole out boxes of takeaway (broccoli beef extra spicy for him, kung pao tofu for her, and she always nabs the carrots from his shrimp fried rice), nestled against him with her tiny feet propped up on the coffee table and a bad movie on TV. He loves her when she presses her sweet lips to his and breathes hot into his mouth, when she wraps her smooth white legs around his waist and whimpers “more,” when she clenches around him in the dark as she shatters on a gasp of his name. Oh yes, he definitely loves her then.

But he especially loves her first thing in the morning.

It’s something about how soft she is. Agent Scully is all crisp lines and barbed tongue, the creases of her suits pressed sharp enough to kill a man as she slices through the hallways of the Hoover Building like a red-headed sword of justice, eyes flashing blue steel. Agent Scully can unman the most cantankerous and blustering small-town sheriff with the twitch of one razored brow, can force Death itself at scalpel-point to surrender the most intimate secrets of the grave.

Agent Scully flashes through her days like a machete, too sharp to touch and so blindingly bright it hurts him to look at her sometimes. But Morning Scully. Oh Morning Scully…

Her edges blur in the evening, melting under his words and his mouth and his hands, but it takes until morning for her to grow butter-soft and creamy between the rumpled sheets of their bed—her bed or his, both are theirs, though this particular morning they’re secure behind door 42, the honeyed sunlight of a rare empty Sunday drizzling through the blinds and illuminating the intricate dance of the little dust motes that hang in the air. She sleeps on her side with her back to the window, the light catching her crimson hair in a nimbus that he thinks would inspire a better man to painting or poetry, but reduces him to gibbering wonderment.

He watches her sleep with something like awe. Her lips slack and slightly parted, still plump and red from kissing. Freckles sprinkled like cinnamon across her sleep-pinked cheeks, hair in a delightfully tousled disarray that makes him think of sunset clouds and cotton candy. There’s a little crease between her eyebrows as if she’s dreaming of something unpleasant, and he smoothes it oh so gently with his thumb. He doesn’t want to wake her; he’s not done looking yet. 

The sheets have shifted as they slept, revealing the hourglass curve of her side, the mole cradled just inside the firm crest of her hip. She had whimpered last night as he tongued it, a long detour on his slow journey to the oasis between her thighs. Her body is ripe with secrets to explore, his mental map of her slowly filling in as he traverses every hill and valley. He writes “here be monsters” beneath her ribs where she is too ticklish to touch, “here be angels” on the curve of her breast where the gentle scrape of his teeth makes her breath hitch. He finds heaven in the cradle of her hips, nirvana in the fragrant skin of her neck, paradise in the lush press of her lips.

Morning Scully may be soft, but Morning Mulder is getting decidedly less so by the minute.

She stirs slightly and rolls onto her back, the sheet slipping down the slope of her breast. One rosey nipple emerges into the cool morning air, pebbling quickly into a tantalizing peak, and he can’t resist anymore. He leans over her and circles it gently with his tongue, then pulls it into his mouth. He licks and sucks, feeling her flesh tighten even more, and when he scrapes his teeth against it, her chest jumps beneath him. She sucks in a breath, and her hands come up to card slowly through his hair. “Morning, Mulder,” she murmurs, her words still slurred with sleep.

“Good morning, Scully,” he answers as his mouth slides wetly to her other breast, on which he lavishes the same attention as the first, the slow and thorough consideration of his lips and teeth and tongue. Her breathing quickens, her pulse jumping visibly beneath the soft skin of her throat, and she moans low and long. He runs one hand up her leg, and her thighs part with a contented sigh; his fingers move higher until they brush against the curls of her sex, parting them to reach the hot, slick slit beneath. Morning Scully is always putty in his hands, her limbs loose and heavy, making love to him like something from a dream. “Sleep well?”

“Mmmhmm.” Her hips move in small circles as he plays between her legs, right on the line between soothing and arousing, and a blush blooms across her chest. “Wh-what time’s it?”

“Late.” He kisses his way up her neck, suckles on her earlobe until she whimpers softly. She still hasn’t opened her eyes. “I let you sleep in as long as I could stand it. Sorry.”

“S’okay.” His fingers skim her entrance and she twitches beneath him. “This is a nice way to wake up.”

“Do you want to go back to sleep?”

Her face scrunches adorably, and she makes a grumpy whining sound in her throat. “Maybe?”

He smiles into her skin, presses his fingers just barely inside her. “Do you want me to stop while you figure it out?”

Eyes still closed, lower lip between her teeth, she smiles and shakes her head. 

Her body is sleep-warm and limp as he drags her thigh over his hip, opening her to him. His erection presses into the firm flesh of her ass as he strokes her, coaxing her arousal slowly to life. He slides his fingers through the slick folds of her sex, coating them in her wetness; some of it must be from last night, when he had pressed her into the cushions of the creaking leather couch and come inside her with a cry that made the upstairs neighbor bang on the ceiling—and then again, in this bed, as she rode him like a prize pony until they both came apart at the seams. She clenched around him like a vise as they came together, and the way he spasmed inside her only set her off again, until their orgasms seemed to feed off each other in an ouroboros of pleasure that felt endless and left them both gasping, shaking, too exhausted to even roll off the wet spot, let alone clean up properly.

She’s slick halfway down her thighs.

“Fuck, Scully, you’re so wet. You feel so good.” He slides his tongue into her ear and one finger into her slippery, aching heat, and her neck arches off the bed. “You felt good last night, too, especially the second time”—and now he scrapes his teeth along the shell of her ear, slides a second finger alongside the first—“when your pussy was already full of my cum, when I could feel it leaking out of you as I fucked you.”

“Jesus, Mulder,” she gasps, and spreads herself open even more, hooking her leg behind him and shifting a little onto her side. He holds her across her stomach and gathers her partly on top of him; her head falls back on his shoulder so he can tongue the soft column of her throat, nibble the sweet ridge along her collarbone. He ruts against her as his fingers pump slowly in and out, her clit hardening beneath his thumb. One arm is still trapped against the mattress, and he wriggles it free as best he can to fondle her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers.

She moans, squirming against him and pushing her ass deliciously against his hard length, begging for more. A quick shift of her hips, an awkward moment of fumbling, and then his cock is no longer trapped between their bodies but gliding between her slickened labia, and she brings a hand down to press him more tightly against her. He thrusts languidly, trapped between her hot little fingers and her even hotter cunt; he skims across her entrance with each stroke, rubs the head of his cock against her clit, her hips rolling in counterpoint to his sweet, unhurried rhythm. She reaches backward to grab his hair, whimpering, and his newly unoccupied hand busies itself at her other breast, groping and tweaking them in tandem.

“I love making you feel good, Scully.” His voice is velvet and gravel, his cock almost painfully hard against her molten core, and he talks to keep from embarrassing himself by coming before he’s even gotten inside her. “I love making you wet, feeling your clit pulse under my fingers, my tongue.” He licks her from shoulder to ear, leaving a glistening line of saliva along her skin, then sucks on the sensitive little spot where her jaw meets her throat. Soft little oh s spill from her lips as she grinds harder against his cock, and stars crowd his vision. “I love making you come, over and over. The sounds that you make, the way you smell, the way you squeeze me with your tight, wet cunt. ”

“Oh God.” Her whole body shudders and he feels a warm trickle of arousal coat his cock. Her face turns into the pillow, muffling the increasing volume of her moans. Greedy for the sound of her, he cups her jaw to pull her into a long, sloppy kiss, swallowing each whimper as she writhes against him with growing desperation.

“Are you awake yet, Scully?”

“Yes,” she pants helplessly against his mouth, his cock gliding between her soaked folds with almost no resistance. Soft, wet sounds fill the room, broken only by her breathy moans, his desperate panting. “More,” she manages to gasp. “God, more.”

His arm tightens around her stomach, and in one smooth move he drags her fully on top of him and scoots until his back is against the headboard. Her thighs fall to either side of his and he spreads her wide, his thick cock still thrusting along her slickened sex. She drops her head back against his shoulder and he growls, “Touch yourself,” into her ear.

A moment of hesitation, a deepening blush in her cheeks, and then she obeys. He watches her hand moving in quick tight circles over her clit, brushing the head of his cock as he slides it up and down the length of her. He slips just barely inside and she cries out, chasing him with her body when he withdraws, teasing her again and again. She gasps his name between casual blasphemies, notes in a symphony of moans and whimpers. “I want you inside me,” she finally begs. Her hand is slick with her own arousal as she wraps it around his cock, pumping him slowly, holding him against her entrance. She arches back to kiss him, plunges her tongue into his mouth, unable to stop the embarrassingly high-pitched whines coming from her throat. “Fuck, Mulder, I need you inside me when I come.”

“I live to serve,” he purrs against her mouth, and thrusts firmly upward, impaling her in one smooth motion. A loud cry pours from her throat—the neighbors are definitely going to complain again—and then she’s riding him for all she’s worth, her hips rolling and the muscles in her thighs clenching as she gallops toward release.

“Yes, oh God, Mulder, yes,” she gasps again and again, breathless and wanton, her tits bouncing in his hands as he pinches her nipples and her fingers making ever-more-frantic circles over her clit. “Close, so close, harder—”

Her words melt into a loud moan as he begins to plunge into her from below, his feet braced against the bed for leverage and his cock bumping against her cervix with every stroke. “Yes, Scully,” he hisses into her ear. “I want to feel it. Fuck me until you come.”

She’s tight and clenching around him, hotter than hell and slicker than sin, and his hand leaves her breast to join her fingers, stroking her clit together. He bites her nape, hard, and with a startled “ Oh! ” she shatters, her inner walls squeezing his cock in strong, rhythmic flutters as she gushes around him.

“Christ, Scully, did you just–?! Oh my god–!” Before she has a chance to answer or even catch her breath, he squeezes her tightly against his body and thrusts hard and fast, unable to hold back any longer. His ass lifts off the bed as he pistons in and out of her, desperate for release, and when she tightens around him again he comes with a roar—someone next door bangs on the wall—spurting hot inside her until his eyes roll back in his head and his vision goes red at the edges.

He comes down to find himself spooned against her, her ass cradled in the bowl of his hips as he softens inside her. They’ve made quite a mess, but his legs are burning like he’s been running for miles, and she’s gone completely limp against him; the last thing he can imagine is getting out of bed.

Still, he tries to be a gentleman.

“Want me to make some coffee? Then maybe a shower?”

She shakes her head against the pillow and pulls his arm tighter around her body. “I think I might be falling back asleep.”

He smiles into her hair. “Want me to wake you up a little later?”

“Absolutely.”

Hope you enjoyed! As always, comments will be printed and pasted into my little self-esteem scrapbook <3

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[gemini-sensei]

Shy!Eli x Chubby!Best-Friend!Reader (unedited)

Eli hardly understands how he got himself into the current situation; naked on his bed, haphazardly fucking into one of his best friends as she lays in nothing but his sweater. Well, he knows how it happened, but he's scared to ask why. However, as pleasure racks through his body, he has little care to figure it out. After all, Reader is under him, sweat twisted between her fingers, eyes crossed, babbling about how good it is and begging him not to stop.

It all started with a soda.

Reader had come over to play a new game he'd gotten and got comfortable on the couch. She snuggled up under a blanket with a controller in hand, ready to jump into the co-op mode of his new game. He was just as excited, but didn't do much more than smile about it.

They played a few rounds before they needed new drinks, so he got up to get them. He made sure to grab her favorite soda and popped it open for her, then carried the drinks to the living room. He set his down beside where he was sitting and moved to hand Reader hers, but as he held it out to her, he tripped over the coffee table and spilled the fizzy drink all oflver her front.

He tried helping her clean up with a towel, but her top was soaked through, so they walked upstairs so he could get her something else to wear. He grabbed one of his sweaters and offered it to her apologetically, but she smiled and took it happily, then slipped into the bathroom to change. It was when she walked back out that he'd utterly lost it.

She was packed into his sweater; her tits stretching the material in the front while the sleeves wrapped around her arms. Her belly pouched in the front and if she lifted her arms would most certainly poke out from the bottom. A piece of clothing that swallowed him up and hid his lean body from the world almost couldn't contain her. She looked stunning as she stood before him and he couldn't hide the way his jeans tightened.

Next thing he knew, his hands were up the front of said sweater and tweaking her nipples. Their lips were molding together, their bodies presedd together, then they started undressing each other save for his warm sweater.

Which leads him to where he is now, pounding the hell out of his long time friend. She's crying out and screaming with lust as he repeatedly buries his thick cock in her once virgin cunt. It's choppy, sloppy, and uneven, but it's glorious and pleasure-filled. Especially the look on her flustered face, swollen lips parted with hot moans and eyes that can't stay still. They keep rolling back as she tries to roll her hipsninto his thrusts, but they're both so inexperienced that it's rough and messy.

It works, though, because with every hard thrust he makes, her tits bounce in in his sweater. She has it particularly pulled up, showing off her soft, pudgy belly as it jiggles. He holds her waist tight, fingers digging into her tender flesh and making her whine loudly as he pulls her into his hips.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she cries and she squirts all over him. Her walls are tight and the force of her orgasm pushes him out of her, followed by a rush of hot liquid that creates the biggest mess his bed has ever seen. It pours over him and he reaches down to position his twitching cock backed her spamming hole. He slams into her and makes her scream his name and the feeling of being wrapped up in her velvet walls is enough to finish him off. "Eli! Eli! Eli!"

He comes and ruts his hips into her, pushing her knees up to get as deep into her as he can. He unloads into her guts, making her feel fuzzy all throughout. He fills her with thick, creamy cum and her body shakes. Her tits spill out of the sweater and he can only ogle them before collapsing on top of her, his head coming to rest on her pillowy tits. He lays there, wrapping his arms around her, thinking she's too warm to pull out of. She wraps her arms around him and they snuggle into each other, too tired to move.

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[wildemaven]

The Beginning: The Proposal

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

WC: 3528

Warnings: language, established relationship, 2nd POV, mentions of food and drinks, im going to refrain from any other things to not give anything away, but it’s all fluff

A/N: It’s here!! I’m excited and nervous!! Happy to give these to a little more love and a little bit more backstory to them. Normally I have a full blown moodboard (and I do) but it would give away too much so I’m opting to not have one but if you’re interested in seeing it, I can post it in like a separate “spoilers below” post. Also, reader’s nickname is revealed in this, so any future posts will have it when referring to her (so much easier to when trying to avoid a name). And last but not least, their song picked by y’all is Lover by T.Swift and there’s a playlist linked below.

Edited to add a big thank you to @noisynaia for letting scream at her my thoughts!!!

Okay. I hope you like it. And if you ever want to scream about these two with me, my ask box is always open.

Previous / Series Masterlist / The Proposal Playlist / Weekends Masterlist

Sometimes the beauty of life is allowing it happen organically.

Delicate bits of time woven together through fleeting moments— in varying degrees of inconsequential or life changing events.

Momentous is how you would describe your life in a single word at this very moment in time.

The last 6 months had been a whirlwind for you and Frankie. Since that night you’d both not only confessed your love to each other, but also deciding to spend the rest of time together.

You’d convinced your landlord to let you out if your lease early, due to you being a exemplary tenant for several years. With the help of Frankie and the guys, you were able to box up your things and move into Frankie’s house across town.

It had taken a few weeks to unpack your life into this new space, but you felt a sense of accomplishment once everything had a place and mixed in effortlessly with Frankie’s belongings.

You’d both decided early on to keep your engagement to yourselves— a secret for the two of you to savor and enjoy.

Not that you were worried about what others might think, but this felt like a special kind of thing you wanted to bask in before sharing with your loved ones.

And when the time was right, everyone would know.

*

Your schedules had been booked and busy, so you’d both decided to take a random Friday off to spend some extra time together. You were excited to have a 3 day weekend, alone with your fiancé. Which also meant sleeping in as late as you wanted and taking your leisure time to extricate yourself from your cozy lush surroundings.

The bed dips a bit as you turn and stretch out your slow waking form.

“Time to get up sleepy head.” His voice is still your favorite part of waking up. The soft cadence tickles every inch of your body, better than any cup of coffee ever could.

“You let me sleep in, thank you.”

“You looked comfy all wrapped up, figured you could use a few more hours.”

He kisses you, it’s sweet and laced with a hint of bitterness from his morning coffee.

“Mmm! Good morning handsome.”

“Mornin’ Beautiful. There’s a coffee and a danish on the nightstand for you.” You shoot him a questioning look, amusingly taken aback and confused. “Don’t look at me like that. They were all out of croissants this morning, so I went with your second favorite.”

You accept the offer, rolling on to your stomach to reach for your coffee. You get lost in the first sip and savor its creamy rich flavor as it hits every waiting taste bud.

“Alright sleeping beauty. Time to get your ass outta bed and get ready.” Giving your backside a few pats before heading for the bedroom door. “Our appointment is at 3 and then dinner reservations are at 6. Gonna go iron my shirt and clean up my shoes.”

“Hey!” Playfully yelling for his attention as he walks away.

He stops just outside the door, turning back towards you.

“I love you.” He serious expression relaxes and his face lighting up instantly.

“I love you too.” He shoots you a wink before turning to carry on.

It takes you a minute to get yourself up and moving. Bites of your delicious danish and sips of your warm latte aid in your efforts to get yourself ready.

Your mundane routine of showering and prepping for the day were taken at a deliberate pace. Enjoying the balmy spray of the water, soothing the slight aches and pains that had built up over the last week, the feeling of relief is almost instant.

Toweling yourself off and slipping on your cozy rob, you finish readying yourself with a simple makeup look— nothing too fancy or bold, just enough to accentuate your most favorite features.

The garment bag containing your dress for the day was tucked away in the back of your closet. You were so excited to finally get to wear it and eager to see the look on Frankie’s face when he sees you in it.

It was muted in coloring, an off shade of white, it wasn’t anything you’d ever considered for yourself but the moment you’d tried it on there was an instant reaction of sorts. It’s silky smooth fabric hugged your body in such a way that you couldn’t help but feel like it was made for you.

Jewelry and shoes finished off the look, taking yourself in fully as you stand in front of your full length mirror. You hands smoothing over the dress, admiring every detail of your reflection.

“You look stunning.”

Your eyes immediately drawn to Frankie in the mirror leaning against the door frame.

Your breath catches at the sight of him. His head cocked to the side as he admires you, hands tucked into his pant pockets, suit jacket hugging his broad shoulders over his freshly ironed shirt— the top buttons forgotten about in true Frankie fashion.

He pushes himself off the doorframe, taking a few long strides until he is crowding behind your spot in front of the mirror.

His eye contact is direct, holding an intensity that makes you dizzy. Your body tingles when his large hands slowly rest on your shoulders, his thumbs toying at the delicate straps of your dress.

“Frankie…” His name floats over your lips as you look at him with an ardent smile.

His eyes never stop watching you as he leans down pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder, your eyelids flutter as the sensation of his lips ripples through your body.

Your hand comes up to caress the side of his face, his beard trimmed down, the stubble causing a bit of resistance to your touch.

You can’t help the tiny moan that escapes from your throat as Frankie begins to press kiss after kiss along your neck, tilting your head to completely give into to his wandering mouth.

“If you don’t stop, we’re never going to be on time.” Your breathless, knowing that it’s a slippery slop of carnal desire once things start to heat up.

He kisses you one last time before standing to his full height.

“You look so pretty.”

“Pretty?” His eyebrow raises at your comment, not he doesn’t think a man can be pretty, he’s just never saw himself as such.

You turn so you’re fully facing him, hands resting on his chest as you look at him with a sweet gaze. “Yes, pretty. And your hair looks good too.” Your fingers lightly combs through the sides just purely for the experience of touching him some more.

“You think so??” You nod softly and lean into kiss him gently.

“Let’s go handsome.”

*

It was a 45 minute drive, which gave you both plenty of time to enjoy each other’s company. Chats about work and plans for the next few months permeated the truck cabin. 70’s ballads filled the in between silence, but usually evoking laughter from you as Frankie would do his best to stay in tune with the music.

This was now a regular feature in both of your lives. These days spent together, relishing each and every moment, were your favorite. Weekends alone or with friends had you craving adventure as much as possible. But even the slow paced weekends, at home had become a cherished time for the both of you, wanting to absorb each and every moment before the work week was knocking at the door.

The large building towers over the street as Frankie pulls into the parking spot. Its florid design was beautiful for a giant cement building, the front covered in windows and ornate decorative details that are reminiscent of older times.

The weather is warm and sunny as you make your way to the building, Frankie’s grasp on your hand is grounding, giving it a few subtle squeezes as you walk through the glass doors.

The air inside feels cold and stale as you wait for the next available window, very on brand for such a building. A slight shiver has Frankie pulling you in to him, wrapping you in his warmth.

“Next!”

“Good afternoon ma’am. We have an appointment, should be under Morales.”

She doesn’t respond as she clicks away at her keyboard, squinting at her computer screen through her wide-rim glasses.

“Do you have all your proper documentation with you today?” Straight to the point and zero enthusiasm in her tone.

“Uh, yes ma’am.” Frankie hands her the small stack of papers she had asked for. You squeeze his hand now, 3 times as a silent ‘I love you’.

“It’s says here Mr. Morales you’re previously divorced. Do you have proof of dissolution? Otherwise you may not proceed with your application.” She asks as she continues to hold the papers that she hasn’t looked at yet, not even looking away from the screen.

“Yes. It’s in the with the other papers. It was an amicable dissolution, we both signed and agreed to end the marriage—“

“I don’t need your life story sir, just the proper paperwork.”

“Right. Sorry, ma’am.” 3 more squeezes to his sweaty hand, thankful that Frankie is handling her crankiness so calmly and with a smile. She clearly has been doing this for years and has zero intention of small talk.

Her fingers continue to click more buttons and she scans through the papers, inputting the information into the proper boxes. And after what feels like a long process, she’s printing out some new documents, stacking them with the ones you’d given her and hands them back to Frankie.

“Please wait for your name to be called.” Barely making eye contact as she adjusts herself in her chair.

“Thank you ma’am. Have a great weekend.”

“Mhmm. Next!”

“Clearly your charming good looks had no effect on her.” You snicker into Frankie’s shoulder as you both walk to the sitting area, trying to keep your comment contained between the two of you.

The minutes tick by, the space is eerily quiet, so you keep talking to a minimum while you wait.

The other chairs are filled with what look like other couples, all most likely there for the same reason.

You take in the sweet older couple who sits across from you. They must be in their 80’s and yet they have a young innocence that seems to envelop them. Their hands anchoring them to each other as they sit snuggled in sweetly. You can’t make out their conversation, but the way she is smiling and looking at him, it feels like she completely taken by him as has been for awhile. He pats her fragile little hands as he talks and every few minutes he looks at her like she’s the only one in the room— your heart nearly implodes at the gentle kiss he gives her forehead.

It’s like you’re looking at a glimpse of your future. A love so authentic and undying, strong enough to endure hardships, a vivid and passionate life together that never gets tiring.

The soft whisper of your name catches your attention.

“You okay?” 3 gentle squeezes to your hand, the reciprocated gesture tugging at your heart.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just happy to be here with you.” You smile emphasizing your words.

“Alight, we have Morales up next! Please make your way through these doors and the commissioner is waiting for you up at the front.”

*

Entering the room, you’re welcomed by a lady standing behind a wooden podium— she’s already more inviting than the older one at the front desk.

Frankie’s hand is anchored to your lower back as you both make your way closer to her. Frankie hands her the papers she’s needs and you both wait for her to begin.

“Welcome. I have a few more couples after you so let’s get started. Do you have any witnesses with you today?”

“No ma’am we do not.”

“Okay, that’s fine, not a requirement in the state of Florida. And will you be exchanging rings today?”

“No ma’am, we do not have rings.”

“Well, this might just be the easiest one today.” She laughs a bit as she shuffled her papers around a bit.

“I’m going to ask you both to face each other while I read the declaration of intent.”

You can feel the emotions already flowing through you, as you look at Frankie. This man has gifted you with so much in such a short amount of time and you can’t help but feel so grateful for this life you’re about to begin.

“Please join hands.”

Frankie takes yours in his, his is touch is the most powerful thing you have ever felt.

“Francisco, do you take—“ There’s an pang in your chest as she says your name, but it’s not a heavy feeling, it’s light and airy as she continues reading from her paper. “To be your lawful wedded partner?”

“I do.”

His thumb sweeps back and forth across the top of your hand, his smile is beaming with elation.

“… do you take Francisco to be your lawful wedding partner?”

“I do.” There’s a slight crack when you say it, emotion fully overtaking your voice.

“… you have come here today on your own free will and declared your love for one and other.”

Tears begin to fall from your eyes as you look back at Frankie, your whole body feels like it’s floating on a blissful cloud. He wipes each tear and gently rubs your cheekbone, you lean into his touch.

“You have joined yourselves in matrimony. May you aim all your lives to meet this commitment and celebrate

in each other's company. And now that you have given and pledged your love and have stated so by joining

hands, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the State of Florida as Deputy Marriage Commissioner, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss.”

And you do. It’s unlike any kiss you have ever experienced before. It’s all-encompassing and heart-stopping, pouring out all the love you have for one another— his lips feel like forever.

Wedded bliss is intoxicating. An indescribable feeling of starting this new chapter together and looking forward to a future where it’s the two of you steadfast in your fidelity and aspirations.

*

Driving straight from the courthouse, you’d both felt slightly over dressed at your favorite restaurant, it’s casual setting a stark contrast from your wedding attire. In the short time together, you’d both become regulars, dining in or takeout had become a weekly occurrence.

Frankie had made the reservation and must have mentioned it was a special occasion because the table is nestled in a corner that was secluded from the rest of the restaurant. Lit candles and small arrangement of flowers placed in the center.

You couldn’t have imagined a more perfect post wedding celebration. Indulging in your favorite dishes as you reflect on the day, it all still feeling surreal and fresh. The staff also gifting a slice of cake, a little congratulations on your new marriage.

“How long should we keep it from them? Santi’s going to be pissed when he finds out. I can already see that assholes face.”

You laugh because you know he’s right, but you know he’ll be happy for you both, they all will.

“How about we wait a month. Then we can invite everyone over for dinner, the weather’s been nice too, so maybe we pull out the bbq even and we tell them then. I mean, we made it 6 months engaged and none of them had a single clue. I like the thought of this being between us for a little bit.”

“That sounds like a great plan.” He leans over and looks at you with an almost devilish smirk. “Now, let’s get home so I can get you out of that fucking dress.”

“Mr. Morales, you have quiet the mouth on you.” You tease amusingly.

“Well Mrs. Morales, this mouth also has plans for you this evening.” His tone hushed as he spoke, a wink to seal his response.

You close the space between you, feeling his plush lips against yours. “Then take me home soldier.” Your tongue peeking out, the softest lick to his lips before pulling away and settling back into your chair.

“Can we get the check?!”

*

It was dark by the time Frankie pull the truck into the drive way. The stars like little fireflies lighting the sky and the moon silently vigilant as it settles in for the night.

“Did we leave a light on before we left?” Unbuckling yourself and noticing a faint light illuminating the front room, a slight panic creeping in your eyes.

“Hmm, I thought we turned them all off. Go head on in and check it out, I’m gonna lock up the truck and grab the leftovers.”

Thankfully the door is secured and you don’t see any sign of a break-in or anything out of place, relief washing over you.

Stepping through the threshold into the house you’re met with an unexpected sight. Dozens of white roses on every surface surround the open room, the floor draped in a sea of white petals. Bouquets covering the kitchen island where small candles are lit, the glow you saw from the window, more bouquets as you look into the living room.

You’re completely speechless and in awe of the beauty of the room and you’re so confused trying to figure out where they all came from. Clearly someone did break in? But decorated with flowers and locked up after they left…

Footsteps through the doorway bring your attention back to your surroundings, their presence stopping behind you.

“Frankie? What are all these flowers doing here?”

He doesn’t respond, but you can sense that he’s there. Pulling your eyes away from the flowers you turn to face Frankie, except he’s not level with you when you do so.

There before you is Frankie, your husband, kneeling on one knee looking up at you holding a small box in his hands.

“Frankie?” A wave of shock and elation crash over you in a matter of seconds. “What are you doing?”

“Hermosa… I know you said you didn’t need some big extravagant proposal and seeing as how we just got married just a few hours ago 6 months after meeting, we definitely don’t follow traditions.” His voice is so soft, and his eyes have never looked brighter.

“This is me promising you a future, a life where you are not alone. From the moment I met you, I knew I wanted to be apart of your life in some capacity and I wanted to make you smile everyday because it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Everyday I wake and think of you and when I sleep I think of you, you consume me with your laughter and your words of encouragement and your ability to live without abandonment.” You gasp as he slowly opens the small box revealing a ring. The design is simple and elegant, a beautiful stone setting with a unique design on a wider gold band.

“Te amo Hermosa. Will you be mine forever?”

You can’t stop the tears that are pouring down your face, you can’t even properly form any words as you nod your head reaching out for him, standing to his full height, placing the ring on your finger.

“I just need to double check that was a yes?”

“Yes! A million times yes!” You laugh through the still streaming tears, swatting at his chest as you look down at your hand, the ring sitting perfectly on your finger.

“How did you manage to get this all set up? It’s beautiful by the way.”

“I enlisted Hannah to help.”

“Hannah knows?!”

“No. No she doesn’t know what it was for exactly. I just said I wanted to surprise you after a dinner with flowers, I didn’t realize she was going to go all out. Remind me to check my credit card later.”

You kiss him, soaking in the moment with him. “I love you Frankie.” You whisper against his lips before you begin kissing him again.

“Wait, there’s one more thing.” He states as he pulls out his phone. “I also had Hannah show me how to use my phone with the speaker, something about blue teeth?”

It takes him a minute to get it connected, but he manages to get it hooked up. Music begins to play, it’s a softer song and you realize it’s one of your favorites. You’ve played it numerous times over the last few months, claiming that the song remind you of yours and Frankie’s love for each other.

“Can I have this dance?” Tossing his phone to the couch and holding his hand out to you.

“Always.”

The song played on as you both held each other, the soft sway of your bodies around the room. The flicker of the candles still adding a touch of light, laughter and kisses exchanged as he spins you about.

This was only the beginning.

#frankie morales x you #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x fem!reader #frankie morales x reader #Frankie morales #Pedro pascal #weekends with frankie #wildemaven writes

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A Little at a Time, Part 5

Summary:  you can’t quit running into Andy

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, loss of virginity, blood, mentions of cheating, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  8.5K

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“Uh,” you look over the lengthy menu of the coffee shop. It was more than just a K Cup and CoffeeMate. The menu was extensive, and you just wanted coffee.  Exactly how hard was this supposed to be?  “Well, what would you suggest?”

The girl slumps her shoulders staring at you. ��Coffee.”

“Oh, I, um…I like caramel, and…I prefer creamy coffee. Not too sweet. Mamaw always says you’ll rot your teeth if it’s too sweet. Which she always likes drinking sweet tea all day.”

“What kind of coffee do you want?” The girl says shortly.  She definitely wasn’t making this process easier, and still you apologize to her for the inconvenience, and being too dumb to figure out what coffee you wanted.

“Candace!” Another girl steps up behind her. “Please go make yourself useful and make some cold brew. Sorry. She’s…well, she’s just blunt. With very little patience and rarely is up front. Name is Tori. I’m always here. Own the place. What’s the problem sweetheart? Overwhelmed?”

You give her a bit of a nod, and she looks over your body a bit. Smiling as she steps back. “I’m sure you would love some of the seasonal brews, but everybody needs a go to coffee. You look like a caramel girl. Yes?” She was lovely. Much nicer than Candace before her, and it was like she was reading you to determine your perfect drink. “Okay, today, I’m suggesting a caramel macchiato. Don’t be afraid to tell me it doesn’t work. Or are you a tea girl? Judging by that accent I’m guessing it’s the good ole sweet tea, though. You already have the sugar in there?”

“Yeah. Two cups per gallon. I’m more of a one and half cups per gallon, but my Papaw always gives me a side eye. You gotta steep the bags for a long time. Actually I bought me and Mamaw some tea from Ireland, Lyons tea. Have you heard of it?”

“No,” she giggles at you, sliding over a cup of the iced macchiato that another employee had made, and you give it a taste, moaning at how good it was. “I only keep the best beans here. So you’re into hot tea?”

“It’s not terrible. I like a black tea, but herbal tea wasn’t for me. It’s,” she points at a customer behind you, and you raise your cup. Walking over to find a seat. You liked it here. It wasn’t pretentious, and the owner enjoyed having a traditional coffee shop while still trying to have high quality products and trying new things.

You smile, looking out the window. You liked it. You felt comfortable. You pull out a book, casually reading and sipping on your coffee. Settling back in the cozy chair. It smelled amazing here. It was one of the first times you felt comfortable. Apart from any times that the hot Bostonian was around you.

It didn’t make sense that this man you knew very little about had occupied your time so much.  How you couldn’t stop thinking about him, and his kind smile.  It was like he always appeared just when you needed him.  He laughed at appropriate times, and not at you.  Cole always seemed to talk down to you, and you had known him for years.  

You hang your head down low, wondering why you had ever forced yourself to continue in that relationship.  It was comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time.  You had made yourself believe that was all you were going to be good enough for, and yet he still made you too uncomfortable to ever be truly intimate with him.  Every time you were intimate it was always him initiating it.  You sniffle, refusing to let yourself cry another damn tear for Cole Turner.  He wasn’t worth it.

Andy steps up to the counter, getting a quick head nod from Tori who was already making his regular brew while he scans the shoppe.  Landing directly at a table for two with you alone, and one cup on the table.  You looked zoned out while reading a book.  Mostly touching your hair, or rubbing the bridge of your nose.  Not paying any mind to anything around you.

“How long has she been here?” He asks Tori, who smiles at him.  “What?”

“She’s a pretty girl.  A bit overwhelmed with coffee.  Talks a lot.  Not from around here,” Andy nods his head, confused as to what point she was trying to make.  “She’s probably just visiting.  Why waste your time?”

“She’s not just visiting.  She’s living here with a cousin,” his eyes go back to you, and you were none the wiser.  He was able to actually look at you.  You didn’t seem miserable to be here.  You were at peace.  “I’m going to talk to her.”

“Uh-huh.  Is that all?” Andy offers a smile as a response.  Grabbing his coffee to walk over to your table.

He stares at your expression, trying to get a better read on you.  Poppy had told him to give you time, but you looked good.  Happier than the first time that he had run into you.  Definitely happier than when you were at the bar.  Clearing his throat, you look up at him.  With the biggest and prettiest smile, “This seat taken?”

“Oh, lord, yeah…I mean, no.  Yeah, sit down.  Sorry,” you bashfully laugh, trying to control your breathing.  “You like coffee?  I mean, of course you do.  Unless that’s tea, is that tea?”

“It’s coffee,” he chuckles, and you have to look away.  Biting at your tongue, and wiping your hands on your pants.  “You come here often?”

“First time actually.  Just a walk down the road.  You know that you guys have everything within walking distance?”

“Poppy does because of the apartment.  There’s houses further out that don’t.  I’m guessing where you’re from, you don’t have that?”

You nearly choke on your coffee, trying to swallow it quickly to answer him.  Wiping off the bit that spilled on the cup, and apologizing, “No, there’s a McDonald’s and a Dairy Queen.  If you want coffee you pretty much have to make it at home.  My Mamaw and Papaw they’re old school with the drip coffee, but I like a Keurig and a milk frother and I think I’m doing something special,” letting out a nervous laugh, you can’t help but to stare into his eyes.  They were beautiful.  That overflowing feeling of kindness and comfort warming you up.

“So what is it that you do Andy?”

“I’m the assistant district attorney, and you?”

“I taught pre-k.  Nothing quite as glamorous as you.  I put in an application at the daycare.  I haven’t heard back from them though.  I really need to find a job.  I’d prefer not to go through all my savings, and I was blowing through a lot with the food delivery.”

“I think working with children is quite admirable.  It can’t be easy,” you shake your head no, starting to giggle.  Why were you like this?  You never could have an easy conversation, but with Andy it was different.  You weren’t trying to be anybody, but yourself..  “Does working with kids make you want them, or make you want to stay far away from them?”

“I’ve always wanted kids.  Having a child or two is different than having twenty or more four year olds in one classroom.  But they’re just little people, you know?  They have their good days and bad days.  They’re still learning right from wrong.  Being introduced to other kids their own age that have been raised differently.  They’re trying to control their big emotions in these little bitty bodies.  Kids don’t confuse me.  Adults do.”

“Hmm,” Andy had never thought about it quite like that.  It made perfect sense.  By the time people were adults they should know right from wrong.  Should know that cheating on your husband was very wrong.  “So…why Boston?”

“My cousin Poppy.  I didn’t want to be in a small town around people who spread false gossip around like a bowl of tater salad at a cookout.  You have the luxury of not everyone knowing your business here.  I know that your inner circle may know, and some outside of that.  But imagine going to a grocery store and people commenting about your relationship.  Or finding out the immense amount of people that he was cheating on you with.  You start questioning maybe I did something wrong, or maybe if I would have done this.  But the fact of the matter is he wasn’t a good person, and he didn’t deserve me, and doesn’t deserve the friendship of his best friend.  Yeah, he told the town I was sleeping with his best friend.  I still don’t understand why he started that.”

“Wow,” you shared too much.  Whatever this was is completely squashed because you shared too much.  “He sounds like an asshole.  How long do you think he was cheating?”

“Too long for me to stay with him.  Out of sight out of mind.  Figured it would eventually stop.  Made excuses that my mind was running all these crazy scenarios only for those crazy scenarios to actually be true.  So I’m the idiot.”

“He came home every night?” You give him a shrug, and Andy isn’t sure what to think.  Did you really not care, or was there something more?

“I didn’t live with him.  He is a cop and had weird hours.  I hate being in a house alone.  I stayed with him a lot, but lived with my grandparents.  Pretty sure a lot of his cheating was while he was working.”

Andy hated this man and he didn’t even know his name, “So…he was engaging in sexual activity while in uniform?”

“He was engaged in sexual activity as a payment to get out of tickets.  So I’ve been told.  Nobody could tell me while I was engaged.  But they like to talk now.”

“That’s illegal.  Bribery is not just frowned upon, but is illegal an punishable.  I’m sorry.  I know, I didn’t do it, but…on the behalf of mankind that does not cheat, and will value a woman’s worth, I apologize.  Not all men are like that, so I don’t want you to walk around here thinking that we are.  Some are just bad.  They’re going to cheat.  Women, too.  I don’t judge future women for what my ex wife did.  That isn’t fair to me, and most certainly not you…uh…other women.”

You catch it, and Andy is fully aware that you caught it.  He noticed your eyes light up at the comment, and he starts to relax more.  He was hoping you would pick up on the fact that he was interested.  Very interested.  He would never treat you the way that Cole did.  He would want to come home to you every night.  “So you didn’t move in with him just because his work schedule?”

“There’s many reasons.  I didn’t want to live with someone before marriage, but then I would stay days at a time.  It was nice, but there was always something, you know?  Something that never felt just right with Cole, and I think subconsciously I knew there was something wrong, so that’s why I never moved in.  Even my Papaw wasn’t the biggest fan, he would talk to anybody.  He just sat there and stared at things when Cole was around, and never looked in his eyes.  That’s a big thing for Papaw.  Mamaw…she’s your typical southern woman.  She just wants to stuff food in your mouth and hear your flattery.  But even she asked me so many times if I really wanted to marry him.  I was so far in, I felt like I had to.  He proposed, so I said yes.  I’ve always allowed people to tell me what I need to do, including not living with someone I wasn’t married to.”

It made sense.  This Cole, that Andy was definitely going to be digging more into, had used your obedience and people pleasing nature to shift things in his favor.  He knew men just like Cole, and he couldn’t stand them.  Here was this sweet woman who was this angelic little ball of radiance.  You were personable, even if you overshared a bit.  You were eager to make friends, or at least with him.  You adapted to your surroundings, and Cole took advantage of that.

He sits across from you, listening to you talk about your hometown, and home life.  Poppy was never quite this forthcoming. Choosing more to forget where she came from, but you spoke of this place like it was what shaped you into who you were, and you were proud of that fact.  There was a fondness when talking about your grandparents especially.

“Wait, your mom?” He asks when you mention her, and you nod your head, finishing up the coffee, “How does she fit in your life?”

“Oh, that always confuses people.  She’s the mayor of the town.  When my dad passed, she put everything into her political life, and had no room to take care of me.  I moved in with Mamaw and Papaw, and she comes by at least once a week, but she didn’t raise me.  I think it was too hard for her.  I remind her of my dad.  And I don’t have daddy issues.  Cole seemed to think I did.  No, Papaw was a good father figure for me.  He took me fishing, taught me how to play string instruments, even though neither of us can read music.  He came to every one of my basketball games, or t-ball.  He was always present, always steady.  I don’t remember my dad, but I remember every time that my Papaw was there for me.  He’d burn the world down if it meant protecting me.  I became his other daughter.”

“I didn’t think you had daddy issues, Papaw sounds like a good man.  Which string instruments?”

“Uhh…the only thing I’m not great at is the banjo.  All those finger picks.  Mandolin is my favorite.  I can play a fiddle.  Papaw used to help me with the stand up bass.  I couldn’t hold it on my own.  Guitar is his favorite though.  They did these picking nights.  Yes, in the south some people pick on their front porch, this is a real thing.  Mamaw can’t play, but she has this big beautiful church voice, you know?  The one that doesn’t need a microphone.  You feel her words in your gut.  It’s beautiful.  Deep and rich.  I don’t hate my childhood or my mother’s need to have someone else raise me.  I had a good life.  My Papaw, he had this thing for buying weird animals.  We had these peacocks that roamed around the yard for awhile, and there was a buffalo.  He was old and they were going to put him down, but Papaw wanted him to live his last days roaming in a pasture with a bunch of cows.”

“Peacocks randomly walking around your yard.  Sounds…interesting.  So you lived on a farm?” You shake your head no, and now Andy was even more confused.  “A pasture of cows?”

“Oh, that was my Papaw’s brother.  The cows were Uncle Sonny’s, but the pasture touched our driveway.  Papaw talked to the cows.  And of course Barry the buffalo,” you were fascinating.  He could sit and talk to you for hours.  Your face is so animated with every bit of information you give him, and he just couldn’t learn enough.  “We always had a ton of mutt dogs.  And they had official names, but Papaw seriously called them whatever name he could think of at that moment.  Peanut and Snickers were his favorite names.  There was a cat, but she was a useless thing.  A few chickens, but he only bought them because they looked cool.  There was a goat in the pasture, and Papaw called him Satan.  Swore that ugly thing was the devil himself.  He just randomly appeared on the porch making a mess of things, or would be on the hood of his truck.”

“Satan makes sense,” you continue talking to Andy, and he listens to every bit.  It was like reading something completely made up.  It was crazy to think people had grown up like this.  You were able to run around completely unattended and barefoot creating stories of far off adventures, and eat apples with peacocks.  

You were able to walk down this country dirt road and explore all day long.  There was this sense of innocence to you, that he couldn’t place, but with a quick glance at his watch seeing the hours that had passed, he didn’t want this to end.

“Oh, lord, I am so sorry.  I could seriously talk the horns off a goat.  I’m sure you had something you needed to do.  I just sometimes forget all that part of my life.  It’s nice to relive my childhood.”

“You’re fine, honestly,” adorable is what you are.  From the way you talked right down to your sweet accent, you were adorable.  “I’ve loved this.  I, uh…I don’t want to seem forward or anything, but I would like to continue this.  Over drinks or something?”

“Wait…are you talking about a date?”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about, but it doesn’t have to be something like that at all.  It can be two people who enjoy talking, and someone wanting to show another someone the city of Boston.”

“No!” Andy laughs when you practically shout at him.  You wanted to explore something more romantic.  This was nice, but Cole never wanted to date.  It was always wanting to get you home, and hoping that with enough making out you would actually have sex with him.  He had fallen in love with your body, but not your mind.  “I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Okay.  So…uh, Friday night at seven work?  Poppy’s bar?  It doesn’t get rowdy until around nine.  Nobody is eating food and everyone is drinking at that time, but I promise the food is amazing.”

“Okay.  Yeah.  Yes…yes, Andy, I think dinner sounds lovely.  Seven?  Friday?  I can do that.”

“I look forward to it,” it was a quick motion, but he lays his hand over top of yours, and you can’t help but to preen up at him.  Andy takes a quick look at your beaming face, having to say goodbye again, because his heart was fluttering.  It felt like a school age crush all over again.

“Poppy!” Your cousin runs into the bedroom that you had been occupying, and immediately starts laughing.  “Help.”

“Where are you going on a Friday night?  I’m off tonight, I thought we were going to…Peach Blossom, this is date clothes.”

“Yep,” you agree, pulling something else out of the closet, before tossing it on the bed.  “Help me.”

Poppy cocks her hip to the side, looking you up and down.  Gauging your demeanor to see if you looked uncomfortable or just nervous, and then back to the clothes.  A new pink Victoria’s Secret bag on the opposite of the floor.  When you catch her looking, you slide it closer to the bed, hoping she didn’t actually see what she thinks she saw.

“Who?”

“Uh, don’t hate me.  But you know that guy I kept telling you I was running into?” Smiling, she nods her head, “Well, his name is Andy.”

“Andy what?”

“Um…I didn’t get that part, but he’s the assistant district attorney, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find, right?  Anyways.”

“Did you actually check?  I mean, is there an Andy that’s the ADA?” You shake your head no, starting to reach for your phone.  “I mean, how do we know anything this man has ever said?  What if it’s all a lie?” She was right.  How did you know?  How did you know anything?  You had seen this man at a grocery store twice and at a coffee shop.  

“Well…I shouldn’t go on the date then?” Poppy wants to keep the charade up a little bit longer, but the look in your eyes when you start to think about canceling was almost hurting her darkened heart.  It was a look she hadn’t ever seen you make when talking about someone you were engaged to.  “But…he seems really nice.  He was just recently divorced.  And we were at the coffee shop for about four hours talking.”

“You talked to that man for four hours?  About what?”

“Things.  Life things.  Like growing up in Georgia, and…Poppy, I really like him.  If I can prove that he is in fact an ADA do you think, honestly, that it would be okay?  Like surely if he works for the government he wouldn’t kill me right?  Or…Poppy!” You scream at her when she starts laughing.  She always had an easier time talking to men.  She exuded sex appeal.  Was a natural flirt with the prettiest lashes, puffy lips, even beauty marks that looked faked.

“Andy Barber is in fact the ADA, you’re fine.”

“You…you know him?” You ask, slinging a shirt at her.  “You know this man, and you made me have second thoughts, because I felt he was going to kill me?  You’re…you’re mean.”

“Ooh, shot to my heart.  And you’re naive.  I just want you to be careful.  Your track record of one boyfriend and one fiancé, and they’re both the same person just doesn’t do you any favors, but,” her fingers begin lifting up different pieces of your clothing, before pairing the perfect outfit for you, “Andy is genuinely a good guy.  He comes to the bar sometimes.  Came a lot after divorcing Laurie.  That’s how we met.  He helped me out with my…well, he helped me press charges, and…this isn’t the time to talk about this because you have a date.  And he’s a good man.  He was there the night you were at the bar asking about you.”

“And you led me on like that?  I can’t believe you, we’re supposed to be cousins and friends.  I really like him.  Like I like him more than I ever liked…Pops, can I be honest with you?”

“Does it have something to do with that bag of what I’m assuming is new lingerie?” You hate to admit it, but there was no denying the fact that you had bought lingerie just for this evening.  It wasn’t overly revealing, and should things not work out, you could still see yourself wearing it.  “Can we openly talk about yours and Cole’s relationship?” You nod your head, knowing that eventually this was going to come up.  “What happened?”

“When we started dating, I did have that whole save yourself for marriage mentality because that’s what the pastor said.  That continued, but then…the first time he touched me I liked it.  But he scared me.  Not like he ever hurt me, but I didn’t trust myself with him.  He always wanted things to move so fast, and never wanted to just talk and get to know each other, and then it got to the point of me saying, well, I’ve already done this, might as well do more, but I never wanted to have sex with him.  He wasn’t special enough.”

“But you were willing to marry him?  Got that big fancy dress.”

“His mom insisted on that dress.  But…I don’t know if I ever wanted to give him that part of me.  It was like in the back of my head he never thought I was that special.  I fit his idea of a wife.  I would look good as the future sheriff’s wife.  But I think we were two people that were just going through the motions.”

“And you think Andy is that person?” The big questions.  You weren’t positive by any means, but positive enough to get something nice for the occasion.

“I don’t know.  What I do know is I have talked to Andy more in the few hours we’ve been together than the three years Cole and I were together.  I don’t know if Cole ever listened to me.  If he did he would have made me feel comfortable around him.  He always wanted to push my boundaries.  Always wanted pictures, or videos, and I just wanted to talk.  He only wanted to talk if it led to, well you know.  With Andy, he listens, I feel comfortable, and I don’t have those reservations.  I just want things to happen as they will.”

“I’m not going to give you a curfew, but I want you to at least communicate to me what’s happening.  Like if you’re going to his house, tell me.  You’re not losing your virginity in this apartment.  I’m not listening to that shit.  You could do a lot worse than Andy.  Hell, you have.  Peaches, I envy you,” you didn’t understand where this was coming from, because it was Poppy you had always envied.  You wished you had her tenacity and her ability to not take shit off no one.

“You had this charmed life with Mamaw and Papaw.  You knew what you wanted, and that was your perfect house with the white picket fence, two to four kids because you didn’t want your kids to be only children.  A cute little dog that kept your kids rounded up and happy, and for some unknown reason you like people in power.  Like Cole, the police officer, and now Andy.  Hell, didn’t you used to have a crush on that one guy that became a fucking lawyer?  You have always known what you wanted, and I wanted it all and wanted to try it all.  What I’m saying is I see now how you wanted everything perfect, but just remember there’s no such thing.  It’s okay to make mistakes, because you will always get back up.  You will not let those mistakes drag you down.  So go out and make mistakes.  Because we’re Jackon’s, we always figure it out.”

“You think Andy is a mistake?”

“I think not going and thinking too much is a mistake.  Have fun with Andy.  Judging by your bag, have too much fun.  If it feels right, it’s right.  But don’t rush it either.  If you’re having second thoughts, I promise that man ain’t going anywhere.  He’ll wait on you,” while you had always been closer to Anna Kate, she always had the ability to agree with you, but Poppy told you what you needed to hear.  And you loved her for that.  The wild child of the Jackson granddaughters.

“Thanks.  I’m going to enjoy myself.”

“You don’t like wine?” Andy asks, laughing when you grimace from the taste.  “You liked what I suggested the other day.”

“Can I have that again?  I’m sorry that was rude,” you hold the glass up, looking at it, and feeling so bad.  “What is this?”

“A merlot.  Quit trying to apologize to me, I suggested it, and you tried it.  You don’t like it, and that’s fine.  What do you normally drink?”

“One old fashioned.  I’m honestly not big on drinking.  I get…I’m friendly,” he holds a hand up for the waitress, asking for her to bring out two old fashioneds.  “You didn’t have to do that.”

“We’re enjoying our food and drinks tonight.  So no dry wines for you.  Old fashioned, huh?  Whiskey.  It’s true what they say about southern women.”

“Not always.  Poppy likes vodka.  My Papaw is the whiskey and bourbon drinker.  Mamaw doesn’t drink.  You drink what you know.  When Poppy, Anna Kate, and I were little we’d sneak to the cellar and get a bottle of Jack Daniels.  No, it wasn’t a big wine cellar.  It was this creepy underground bunker type thing.  You had to walk past this crooked tree.  There was this gnarly stick that kept the door closed, but eventually it was a lock because Papaw’s liquor kept going missing.  Mamaw said we shouldn’t be drinking, but Papaw gave us the key.  We earned a drink after walking past that old shed that had all these pigeons in there and that crooked tree.  I always said it was poisoned, and if you touched it you would be cursed.”

“Did you ever touch it?”

“Hell no.  I believed that.  Didn’t stop us from sneaking down in there.  What about your childhood?”

“Single mother.  Not much to talk about.  I’m more curious about yours.  It seems so…almost made up, but I have no doubts you were doing all of this.  Lived on a dirt road, never saw cars coming down the road unless they lived down it.  It sounds beautiful.”

“You can walk to the house my grandpa grew up in.  It’s more a shack than anything.  There’s no power lines, because he didn’t grow up with electricity.  No running water.  It’s falling down now, but that place held magical powers, too.  It’s funny the things we take for granted, like being able to bathe when you want to.  Being able to take a drink without making sure the buckets were filled with spring water.”

“I’d like to see it someday.”

“I’d like to show you.  Sorry,” you answer too quickly, ruining the moment when your foot knocks on Andy’s.  “I’m such a clutz.”

“Keep it there,” oh boy.  You were feeling things.  Feeling things you had never felt for Cole.  Things that you had thought you would only feel for your husband, but Andy was proving that all wrong.  You were thankful for this tight seating, and Andy’s ability to rub his fingers on your knee.  

A surge of heat rushes to your core, and you feel like you can no longer breathe.  This was very different with Cole, because you want more.  “You okay?” You give Andy a headnod, pepping yourself up to breathe.  Just breathe.  

“Is it hot in here?  Are you hot?” Andy smiles, shaking his head.  You were completely flustered, and it made you more adorable.  Reaching for a glass of water, you take a big sip, and when his hand starts sliding away, you slam your own hand over his, “No, I like it.”

“Okay.”

“I like it too much,” your eyes go wide with your admission.  How was he able to make you feel comfortable, and yet so nervous at the same time?  “I hate myself.”

“It’s fine.  Come here,” you stand up from your side of the table, moving to sit next to him, and he picks up your hand, placing it over his heart.  It was beating out of his chest just like yours.  “You’re not the only one, okay?  It’s like every time I’m around you, this…this is what I feel.”

“I feel my heart pounding…all over,” you cuss under your breath, because you shouldn’t have told him that.  He did not need to know everywhere that you could feel your pulse.  Instead of his hand being on your knee it was much higher on your thigh.  His thumb caresses your leg, but it stays properly over your skirt.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes.  It’s perfectly fine.”

“You should drink your old fashioned.  Please, keep talking.”

“And then what happened?” Andy asks, leaning in closer to you.   It was getting late, and you could already hear the amount of people that was piling into the bar.  But it was just a low hum.  The only thing that mattered was Andy beside you.  His head starts to tilt, and you rush towards his lips.  You didn’t care about that careful build up because your body was aching with a need to touch him.

He slots his mouth against yours, and the kiss was an immediate connection.  It seemed silly, but you could feel sparks flying.  Lips parting as his tongue slides past your lips, gasping when it touches your own.  Your body arches into his, and the hand that has been resting at your side travels up.  Far enough up for his thumb to graze over your nipple, and you pull away from him, gasping for air.

“A-A-Andy?” You had to have been drunk off his lips, because what you were thinking in this moment is nowhere near what you normally would, but it felt right.  “I don’t wanna stay here anymore.”

“Oh?  I’m not quite sure I follow.  Did…did I do something wrong?”

“Is there somewhere quiet to go?  Like…”

“My place?” You nod your head enthusiastically, and Andy lays down a hundred dollar bill to cover well over the food, drinks, and tip.  The two of you standing up, walking hand in hand out to the car.  

The further away you get from the bar, the closer you lean into him, but Andy also couldn’t get enough.  There was not enough time to touch you like he wanted to.  Calculating in his head the amount of time it was going to take to drive you to his house, but he was going to make the most of it.  

Every traffic light had him pulling you back in for a kiss.  Hating he had to keep his eye on the light, before the two of you would look back out the windshield.  His hand that rests on your leg, was dangerously high.  He could feel the heat coming off your cunt.  Feeling like a furnace that was radiating a blaze of arousal to his hand.  You needed relief.  He could almost smell how wet you were, and he wanted this night to last on into the morning.  

Pulling into the garage, he rushes to your side of the door.  Crashing his lips against your own as he struggles to open the door.  The two of you hit and knock over too many things off the wall and counter until he stops in the living room.  Waiting on you to decide where to go from there.  Your chest heaves with a fervent need to have him all over your body, but also wanting to catch your breath.  

The couch looks comfortable, so you back him up on it.  Letting him fall to the cusions when you ruck up your skirt, and crawl over him.  Having to pick up his hands to place on your body, “You’re okay with this?” He asks in between kisses.

“Just touch me,” and he does.  He touches you all over.  Squeezing and groping.  Smoothing over your skin, and before you know it he was sucking bruises on your neck, while your body grinds over him, and you moan at the feeling of his cock growing harder under you.  You hate comparing things to Cole, but you had never felt like this.  

Andy’s fingers were capable, but still he gives you a moment to decide if you wanted to continue.  When he realizes you weren’t objecting, he continues his motions in that spot on your body.  Exploring every inch of your supple skin.  It isn’t until his finger slides up and down your drenched and brand new panties, that you gasp, stopping your body.

Andy throws both hands up, panting as he stares at you, “I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry, I thought…thought that’s where we were going.  I’m…I didn’t mean to.”

“No, no, you’re fine,” you smile, slowly rolling your hips on him.  “I liked it.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” grabbing the hemline of your blouse, you pull it over your head, and he gets to stare at your pretty little new underwear.  It framed your curves perfectly.  Andy’s hands slide up and down your thighs, causing your kiss swollen lips to tremble.

“Will you tell me if we’re going too far?”

“Yes.”

“You promise?”

“Yes.”

“So, if I do this,” his hand dips back in between your thighs, letting his thumb rub over your soiled panties.  “You like that?” You nod your head, and he slips his hand under the panties.  Pulling the gusset out far enough that he was just feeling your slick on the lace.  “You’ve made a mess for me.”

When he allows his thumb to touch your skin, your eyes close, rolling back in your head, and you let out a deep pornographic moan.  “You like this?”

“Uh…huh,” squeaking out your words when he touches your bundle of nerves.  Giving the little pearl flicks.  Removing his hand, he circles both around your hips.  Readjusting you, and leaning you back so he gets a clear view of your covered and weeping cunt.  

Moving aside your panties, he stares at your folds, before looking back up at you.  Two fingers push into your warmth, and he stares intently as your jaw goes slack.  Your fingers dig into his skin as he scissors into you, “You have a tight little pussy.  Are you still doing okay?”

“Andy…Andy,” you whimper his name as he slowly pumps into you.  He was getting off on your pleasure, and still you wanted more.  “I want you.  I want you!” His fingers drive into you faster, curling up.  Hitting over your spot over and over until your toes curl.  Feelings that you had never felt before.  Body tensing up as he works you over.  Screaming out his name until your juices were pouring out of you, and you couldn’t focus.  The room was blurry and spinning around.  

You grab at his wrist, and he stops completely.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”

“Do what?” Andy gives you a devilish smirk.  Whoever you were with before did not know how to properly care for you if he could never make you squirt like that.  “Peaches, what did you do?”

“I think…oh god, I think I peed.  It’s not funny.  I’m sorry.”

“Sweetheart, has peeing ever made you feel that good?  If it has, I'm very jealous of your bathroom habits.  Honey, have you never squirted?” You shake your head no, because your body most definitely had never done that before.  “What you did was nothing to apologize about.  So…what do you want to do now?”

“You?”

“You want to do me?” Now would be a perfect time to let him know you were a virgin, but you didn’t want him to take things slower.  You were committed to it being tonight.  You wanted Andy.  It felt right.  There was nothing even remotely telling you to slow down.  He made you feel safe, and made you desire more.  

“Yes.  In the bed?”

Letting you stand up, he grabs at your hand, leading you into the bedroom, when he turns around to kiss over your sticky skin.  Hands behind your back when your bra drops to the floor.  Grabbing a handful of your tit, he lets his greedy mouth suck on you.  You shimmy out of your skirt, and reach towards his pants.  Nervously starting to undo his button.  Letting the jeans sink to the floor when you palm his boxer briefs.  

His breath comes out labored, and he just rips his button up off while you gaze at the thick cords of muscles that made up his arms and chest.  Leading you to the bed when he removes his underwear.  You glance down at his thick and heavy cock, and have never wanted nothing more.  Staring up at him through your lashes when you back up on the bed.  Setting in the center, and stare at Andy.  He was a god among men.

Andy reaches into a drawer beside the bed, and pulls out a foil packet.  Bringing it to his mouth his teeth clench as he rips it open.  Blowing the excess out of his mouth before rolling the latex on his fat cock.  Placing his knee on the bed, when he looks at you.  Not your body, but you.  “You sure?”

“Yes,” you whisper, and he crawls closer to you.  Adjusting your legs wider to accommodate him and his broad body.  Andy runs his fingers through your slit, changing to bring his tip to tease at your entrance.  Watching your face as you nod.  Staring at only him when he pushes into your tight channel, making your back arch into him.  You wouldn’t cry, and you wouldn’t scream, but he had set you on fire.  

“Fuck.  Fuck.  You’re so fucking tight.  Shit.  What…this is going to come off rude,” Andy struggles to breathe right along with you.  Drawing his hips back, when he shoves himself back in.  “Was…fuck…was he that small?” You laugh despite wanting to do other things.  Trying not to cry even though it stung like hell. Every movement he made was worse than the one before.

Gripping at his back when he really starts thrusting into you.  It stung.  There was such a fullness to his girth inside your virginal cunt that it overwhelmed you.  Nothing could have prepared you for this.  “Andy…Andy.”

“Fucking hell,” he leans up a bit, seeing the tears in your eyes as he slows down.  Looking down at where the two of you connect to see his cock wrapped in blood.  “Oh my god.  What happened?  Are you okay?  Did I do something?”

“I’m fine.  Just keep going.”

“You’re bleeding.  Did you start your period?  What…?” You lift up to your elbows, horrified.  He had you so stretched out.  No wonder it was slightly painful.  You drop down on the bed, mortified.  “What is wrong?”

“I’m a…well, I was, I guess this is official, but I was a…uh, well, you see…you’re my first person.  This is the first time.  I was a virgin.”

“Oh,” Andy is a bit relieved, and a bit bothered you wouldn’t just tell him.  “You…you didn’t think to tell someone?  I mean, I just assumed.  You said you stayed for days with deputy douche bag, and you never had sex?” You shake your head no, still covering your eyes.  You couldn’t look at him.  “Why?  And please, just look at me.  I’m inside you, I don’t think things get more intimate than this.”

You slowly let your hands fall to the bed below, looking up at Andy.  Things weren’t feeling quite so uncomfortable anymore.  Your pussy was adjusting to his width, and you were beginning to love the way the pressure felt, and even more how close he was to you.  This was awkward, and still so very right.  Even as he starts to pull out, you hold onto him, “Please don’t.  I wanted to wait for marriage.”

“Okay, this…this doesn’t make me feel good.”

“No.  With him.  I went in thinking that’s what I should do, but all those years later, I still never felt comfortable enough to actually have sex.  I was beginning to even dread the wedding night.  I was using the excuse of waiting until marriage, because I didn’t want to fuck him.  But with you…Andy, I wanted this.  I wanted you.  I’m not saying we have to get married.  I’m saying I wanted this.  I wanted you, and I wanted you to have this.  I felt more comfortable with you than with someone who I had slept with, not sex, but slept beside, and held.  I just didn’t want to have sex with him.  I didn’t trust him.”

“If you would have told me…”

“You would have made me wait,” he shakes his head no, smiling down at you.  You were completely right.  He would have made you wait.  He would have enjoyed taking you apart slowly.  “Yeah, you would.  You’re that kind of a guy.  One date wouldn’t have been a long enough time.”

“I could have taken time with you.  I could have used my fingers to stretch you out a bit more.  I could have taken the time, and kissed on you a bit more, tasted you.  Slid into you slower, or hell I don’t even know, realize what I had laying in my bed.  You deserve more than you were given and if that jackass ever pushed you and made you feel like he was owed this, I’m sorry, but I think you deserve more than I just gave you, too.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not mad.  This wasn’t some romance movie moment, but tonight has been the best night of my life.  I came home with you because I like talking to you, and I like the way you make my body feel.  I came home with you thinking that just making out would be plenty, but I did want this.  I like the way you make me feel, yes, but I love the way you treat me.  I barely know you, and still feel like I’ve known you my whole life.  I don’t regret tonight.  No part of it, maybe the not telling you part.  But this feels nice, no?”

“This feels a lot better than nice.  I just wish…”

“I don’t need a bed of roses because those wither away.”

“That sounds familiar.”

“It's a country song, anyways, I want you.  And this moment.  I want you to fuck…make love…have sex, whatever to call it.  I want to feel you all over my body. Please…please just — I want this Andy, I want to feel you take control over my body,,” with a deep breath, Andy slowly pulls himself out of you, and slowly sinks back in.  “Andy, are you clean?”

“Yeah.”

“So am I.  Just don’t come in me.”

“You say that now,” he whispers, pulling himself completely out of you.  Looking at your tight but gaping hole.  He pulls off the condom, touching his tip at your entrance with a moan.  “I do not care what you say or beg of me I will not put my cum in you, and I mean that.”

“Okay.  Just…holy shit,” hands on his back, you scratch down the muscled skin as he pushes through your entrance.  This was such a different feeling.  Skin on skin.  Everything became more sensitive, more intimate.  And he doesn’t stop until he is fully sheathed into your wet heat.  Settling his weight over you.  Using his fingers to push back your hair as he starts a slow and steady pumps.  

“Uh…uh,” a round of whimpering squeaks exit your mouth, and you want to close your eyes, and want to keep staring up at him.  “Andy…An — dy.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore.”

“And it feels good?”

“So good.  So — good.  Oh!” He picks up the pace.  It had been so long since he had someone like this.  He couldn’t remember when he was able to fully feel what they felt like from the inside.  He never trusted Laurie.  But you were freely giving him every part of you.  Every part of you was gripping him tightly; hand on his back, legs around his waist, and your cunt was making it hard to breathe.  You were perfect.

He would have made you wait.  You deserved that, but this was better than he could have imagined.  Your perfect little whimpers, and the way your nails dig into his skin when he hits a certain spot just.  Right.  There.  Lifting your back off the bed, you and him were so close, and fused together.  

“Yeah.  Yeah, you like the way I make you feel, huh?”

“Uh-huh.  Andy…”

“You wanna try being on top?  From behind?” You shake your head no, you didn’t want Andy to leave you for any second.  “Okay, just this once.  You’re gonna have to be a good girl and try other positions eventually, okay?”

“Okay.  Andy…Andy.  I’m…”

“Trust me, I can fucking tell.  You’re doing such a good job.  Have you stretched out and full of me.  Got you right….right…right…fucking — there,” your cunt clenches down tight.  Too tight for Andy to even move.  He lets you ride out your high.  Your eyes were deep dark pools of lust as you gaze owlishly up at him.  Still panting with tears leaking out of your eyes as he pulls completely out of you.  Wrapping his hand around his girth, fisting himself before spurting his thick cream up your stomach.  

Giving a glance down to your ruined cunt when he rubs over your sensitive bean, “How are you feeling?”

“Overwhelmed,” Andy stares up at his spend laying on your body before gathering it up.  Rubbing your clit with the mess, and you sit up.  Moaning at his motions, but also everything else, “What…Andy, what are you doing?”

“Sperm dies outside of the body in about two minutes.”

“Do you always do this?” He shakes his head no, and he wasn’t lying.  He had never wanted to see his spunk leak out of anyone more than you.  Had never yearned to see someone’s cum mix with his own. “Do you want me to go home?”

“I’d prefer you stayed right there.  I need to take care of you.  Clean you up.  Make sure you rehydrate.  Snuggle you.  Smell you.”

“And have sex again later?”

“No.  We’ll do this again,” he slaps at your pussy before standing up, and waddling to the bathroom.  “You’ll need a moment to rest.”

“We could try?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m interested in just a tight pussy.  Tomorrow, breakfast in bed.  We’ll go to the park or something.  Watch a movie.  Doesn’t matter.  Just…” he walks back into the bedroom with a warm washcloth.  Pressing it up against your tender sex, and moving up to wipe himself off you.  “We can just enjoy each other.”

“But I want to have sex with you again,” you beg, tears forming in your eyes. You were going to be trouble.  Your legs were still spread as if he was laying in between them.  Your hole was spread so wide, but it was those pouting eyes.  You had fully trusted him, and was pleading for more.  Your pussy showed the signs of him having been seated so deep inside of you.  

And it was like you wanted him to have a front row seat to view it. He doubted you were quite as cunning as that. There was still this confusion of not knowing of what to do.  Judging by your conversations, you wanted the same things that Andy wanted out of life.  Essentially a perfect match.

Andy had to remember that the two of you were still new.  He didn’t want to jump in too deep into this relationship, but he could see something becoming more real.  He did not feel things this passionately with Laurie.  Didn’t have this strong desire to protect her, stay with her, and dote on her like he did you.  She didn’t even want kids.  Lied to him from the beginning about that.  

You sigh softly, curling into his chest, and he holds you so tight.  He should have known the second he pushed through your entrance that you were a virgin.  The shock on your face, and biting at your lip as your eyes fill with tears.  You were something he hadn’t felt before.  Petting his hands up and down your back, he knows he could keep you like this forever.  

“Andy, I don’t believe in dating around.”

“Don’t worry,” he takes a deep gulp.  “I’ve only got time for one person, and she’s laying in my arms,” there was a soft giggle that vibrates his chest, and he pulls you even closer to him.  He is sure there would be hell to pay with Poppy tomorrow, but right now, he just wanted to bask in the loss of your innocence glow.  The way you randomly kissed over his chest, and your fingers tickle his belly.  He could get used to this.  He never wanted you to leave.  He knew he needed to chill, but he was also going to let you decide what you wanted to do, and it did not appear that you wanted to be anywhere but in his arms. And he was not complaining.

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[callivich]

A little birthday morning ficlet for Ian’s birthday! 🎉🎂🎁

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“Hey.” Kiss. “Happy.” Kiss. “Birthday.” Kiss.

Ian is gently roused from his sleep by his husband hovering over him, pressing soft kisses to his face. He smiles, eyes still closed, and enjoys the warmth of his bed and the comforting weight of Mickey half on top of him.

“I know you’re awake, asshole.” Kiss. “Open your eyes.”

“Pretty sure you’re not supposed to call me an asshole on my birthday.”

“Hmm, ok. Open your eyes, Gallagher.”

“Oh, last name? Too formal. Nope.”

“Fuckin’…..Ian, husband, open your eyes.”

That does it and he’s greeted with the sight of a smiling Mickey wearing a shiny party hat. “Oh. Love the hat.”

“Mmm. Knew you’d like it. This is a one day only thing and I’m not letting anyone else see me wear it.”

Ian adjusts it and strokes his hands down Mickey’s face. “You look very cute, Mr. Gallagher.”

“Thought last names were too formal. And I’m not fuckin’ cute.”

“You are. And it’s my birthday so I can say and do whatever I want.”

“I’m beginning to regret promising you that.”

“Too late. C’mere.” He drags Mickey closer for a kiss, letting his hands wander down his husband’s body.

“What do you want first - your birthday breakfast or your birthday breakfast?” A wink and the subtle grind of his hips let Ian know that the second phrase is not food related.

Ian grins and is about to choose the second when his stomach rumbles. He laughs and Mickey jumps off him. “Guess that settles it. Wait here, birthday boy.”

Shuffling up so he can rest his back against the headboard, he can’t stop smiling. He hears his phone pinging with messages that are probably all from his family but those can wait. Birthday mornings are always a husband-only event. They’ll be plenty of time for family at the dinner tonight.

Mickey returns with a tray - one that Ian has never seen before and it warms his heart that Mickey has either bought or stolen it especially for him. He places the tray on Ian’s lap and settles on the bed next to him.

Ian knows he’s being stupid but he begins to tear up a little bit at what’s on the tray. Coffee steaming hot with a splash of milk, just how he likes it, in the ‘world’s best husband’ mug, his medication for the morning, and a plate of donuts resting on top of colourful paper napkins covered in ‘happy birthday’.

“Chocolate creams. Got ‘em from that fancy place that just opened up.”

They look so good - round and fluffy, decorated with glossy chocolate and in red icing a tomato shape and the word ‘Ian ❤️’.

“The icing is strawberry and the chocolate is apparently some special stuff. Organic or whatever. If you don’t like them, I can run out to Sweet Susan’s-”

“Mick. I love them.”

“No crying.”

“I’m not. I’m just happy.”

“Ok. I’ll allow it.” He swipes a thumb under each of Ian’s eyes. “Now try one before I eat them all.”

Ian moans in delight as he takes the first bite, they’re still slightly warm which means Mickey got up early to run out and pick them up. (He tries to stop himself from tearing up again.) The donut is better than any he’s had before - the dough is light and airy, the filling creamy and rich, and the topping is just the perfect amount of sweet. He eats two and contemplates a third one but decides to save it for later.

Mickey goes and gets his own cup of coffee and comes back to nestle into Ian’s side. They talk about the family dinner later that night and what Ian wants to do for the rest of the day. After presents, of course. Mickey downplays them but Ian can tell he’s put a lot of thought into them.

“You want them now or-”

“Maybe after the rest of my birthday breakfast?”

“Oh.” Mickey grins, taking the tray and placing it on the floor. “Yeah, the donuts were just the uh…appetiser.”

“Uh-huh.” Ian’s wriggling out of his boxers. Mickey’s doing the same but then he reaches for the hat. “No. The hat stays on.”

“Why?”

“Want you to ride me wearing the party hat.”

“Of course you do.” He laughs and climbs into Ian’s lap, naked apart from the hat. “Happy Birthday lover.”

“Thank you, lover.”

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #ian x mickey #ficlet #ficlets

[papacopia-crucified]

Might start something new with this. Actually it came to me unexpectedly. And actually I did not saw one fic about this kind of content so bare with me on this.

It’s basically a vampire!Popia fic where he can turn into a bat. 🦇

After Dark

🦇🦇🦇

The nightclub was crowded as usual, body heat radiating off of the slightly intoxicated, dancing people. Maybe it was 2 or 3 in the morning, the sun did not come out yet.

“Can we get two beers, please?” A man stepped to the bar, he was drunk and it seemed that he would not remember this night at all. As he was so intoxicated with booze. You opened two bottle of the more expensive beer, cause you knew at this point he would not even care about the money, placing it down in front of him. He thanked you and gave you a 100 dollar bill.

“Keep the change sexy.” He winked but you just smiled and pocketed the change. Better and better songs played and you could not help but dance to the music. The theme now was rock/pop and you did enjoyed the music the dj played. The bar was the heart of the club, people come and go and get their favourite drinks etc. Truth to be told, you only accepted this job cause you love music, and you can make friends rapidly. Not so many people know that you’re much more than what you’re showing. After the end of the shift around 5 am, you clean up the bar area and change into your casual clothes. Say goodbye to the security guard and step out to the light, inhale the fresh air. That’s when your stomach growled. Luckily there was a bakery on the way home, and you decided to get something from there, maybe some coffee too. As you walk down the sidewalk, people who know you greet you with a smile. But your thoughts were cut short when you approached the bakery and oh boy, when you open the door, the smell of the various delicious pastries’ smell fill your nostrils.

“Good morning (y/n). Another night shift?” Asked the boy Brian, who’s behind the register.

“Morning. Yeah it was exhausting. Anyway, I’ll take a coffee and some chocolate croissants to go.” You smiled at him and stepped to the register.

“I see, the usual, may I suggest something new?”

“What are my options?”

“Well we have freshly baked macarons, filled with delicious creamy strawberry filling, matcha filling etc. Or we have cannolies filled white cream, sprinkled with some powdered sugar. I know you have a sweet tooth.”

“They sound yummy, then I’ll have my croissants and cannoli as well.” He nods and fill a little box with two croissants and cannolies and hands it to you.

“There you go. That’ll be 7.45 dollars.” You hand him a 10 dollar and tell him he can keep the change. He thanked you and went to serve another customer. It was a short period of time to get to your house, cause it was not far away. As you were about to open the front door you hear a squeaky sound not so far away from you. Looking around you find out that there’s something in one of your perfectly cut bush, as you come closer you realise that it’s rather large, it was a bat. One of its wing was broken and it tried to wiggle it out from the grasp of the branches.

“Oh… poor baby. Don’t worry. I’ll free you, wait a minute.” You did not hesitate and ran into the house, searching for the spare cage you have. It was big enough for the bat. You grabbed some clothe and got it into the cage, to make it more comfy looking. You were fearless when it came to not usual animals, since you already owned a rat named Penelope. The bat was a little tired when you got back to it, wing barely moving, looks like it gave up on freeing itself. When it was you and the cage it tried to get free once more, but it failed.

“Don’t worry. I want to help you, and get you into this cage and after that I’ll attend to your wound. Be a good bat and stay still.” You said and the bat just rotated it’s head as he could understand what you have just said. Little by little you motioned you hand and grasped it not too tightly. It winced due to the pain but stayed still as you put it into the cage and closed it’s door.

“Phew. Little one, you were so-so good. I think I have some raw meat in there. Just for you.” You took it inside placed it into your room along with the food and coffee you got and attended to Penelope.

“Hi sweetheart. I know I missed you too.” She squeaked excitedly and took her out of the huge aquarium that you had for her. She ran up to your shoulder and poked you with her head. It was the favourite moment of coming home, knew that she’s waiting for you. You grabbed her and held it to the cage.

“Penelope meet your new friend, Uhmmm…….” You though about a good name, and when you looked up to the wall you was your favourite band’s poster.” Copia.” The bat squeaked when you said the name of the band’s front man.

“Well Penelope, meet Copia. Copia meet Penelope.” You smiled and she seemed to like Copia too, which is odd since they predator and prey, but it did not bother you. You gave Penelope some fresh veggies and fruits, adding water to her bowl. You place her into the aquarium and went to get something to eat to Copia.

🦇🦇🦇

You managed to attend to the broken wing of Copia, he tried to wiggle away from you but he was too tired from all of the moving. You after placed him into the cage and he immediately fell up to the ceiling of the cage and let himself down, trying to make it comfortable. You carefully placed a piece of meat to the bowl you got for him, but he just smelled it, did not even moved.

“What’s the matter? You do not like meat?” And then you realised.” Of course, you drink blood. I dunno where I’m gonna get you.” You then started to panic a little. And remembered that there’s a butchery near your house.

“Wait for me okay? I’ll get you some. Be good boys and girls.” You left them and dressed yourself up, ran immediately to the butchery.

“Hi. Do you have blood? I mean.”

“Which type do you want miss? We have some fresh and frozen ones.”

“I’ll take a bag of fresh and 2 frozen ones.”

“Certainly Miss, here it is. It’ll be 9 dollars, would you like anything else?”

“No thank you.” You tossed the blood bags into the bag.” Goodbye.!”

“Goodbye Miss.”

When you arrived at home the first thing you see that Copia is not in the cage anymore. You panicked.

“Oh fuck. Where’d he go?” Your stress faded into thin air when you saw Copia in the aquarium with Penelope cuddling?.

“Ahh…. There you are. And you’re not hurting Penelope. Strange. But I’m glad that you two are getting along. And also how did you managed to get into?”

The bat just looked at you already listening to his name you gave him. Copia looked at you like he was adoring you.

“Never mind. You look too cute together. And even if you will be good, I’ll let you to stay with Penelope.” His little bat face lit up and squeaked happily, it made you giggle too. “Oh I got you some blood Copia. I’ll pour it into your bowl. Don’t worry I’ll place it inside so you don’t have to move.” You quickly poured some of the red liquor into his bowl and placed it in the aquarium. He left your rat’s side and started to drink the blood. And you watched him in awe, cause you never seen a bat drinking blood, heck dit not even say a bat so close. His beautiful in his own way, and you noticed that he had mismatched eyes, and they were in the middle of a black spot. Both of his eyes were surrounded by black fur. It was kind weird, but that’s what made Copia special. It kinda truly reminded him of Papa Emeritus IV.

“Aren’t you a little rockstar Copia?” His little head shot up to look at you and just stared into your eyes. Like he was surprised by your statement. He squealed happily and went back next to Penelope, who was peacefully sleeping.

“Huhh..? Weird.” You did not really paid attention after, you just wanted to eat now, cause you were hungry as hell. You sat down to your bed and unwrapped the cannolies and the croissants, sipped a little from the still warm coffee.

“Oh shoot, I should get into my pyjamas. Not like I’m going anywhere today.” You sat up from the bed and suddenly became shy. You looked over to the aquarium and saw that Copia’s little head peeked up at your words.

“Don’t look at me like that. Turn around.” His little head just moved to the left. “Good boy.” But you did not know while you undressed that the little bat was watching you. And truth to be told he liked what he saw. He wanted nothing more but to transform into Papa again and take care of your every needs, kissing you, for what you had done for him.

And it was just the beginning…

There it is….. I don’t know genuinely what to think about this. Maybe you can tell me if I should continue this.

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#cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #the band ghost #cardinal copia #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #ghost #ghost the band #tobias forge #papa copia #papa emeritus #ghost band #dracopia

[feathersandfarmers]

Hello! I really like your page and think it's awesome! :) Also I was wondering if you have any headcanons for Mr. and Mrs. Tweedy? :)

Thank you so much, you're very kind! You're awesome too u3u

ah, the good ol' Mr. and Mrs. Tweedy! I could think of a few, hopefully they aren't too sappy! hehe

-The two guard dogs from the first CR movie were bought by Mr.Tweedy. He gifted the two puppies to Mrs.Tweedy as a Valentine's Day gift when they were first married. Mrs.Tweedy turned the puppies into the guard dogs we know! (I wanted to draw this..imagine a young Mrs Tweedy gushing at her two new puppies that a young Mr.Tweedy gifted her)

-For their honeymoon, they went on a seaside trip to Blackpool. (that might be more or less official since i have the "Making of Chicken Run" book and it says something vaguely about this)

-Mrs. Tweedy does think that Mr.Tweedy is cute, so there is/was some attraction to him. She mainly loves his chubby cheeks and his kind brown eyes u3u

-We never get to see either of the Tweedies enjoying any hobbies...i know they're farmers, and would rarely have time for such activities what with running an entire farm together. But do wonder what kind of things would they enjoy doing for leisure... For Mrs.Tweedy, I like to think she enjoys sitting outdoors, with a cool iced tea or lemonade, and having a magazine or a nice book on her lap to read. She'd like to tend to the small garden she has out back, where you'd find some flowers, and a few veggies growing! For Mr.Tweedy, i imagine he enjoys his handy work very much. Maybe he'd even get into whittling (which is carving little statues out of wood with a special kind of knife!) unrelated but i do imagine he'd make toys for Kipper Tweedy (which is a character i invented) since the couple would be way too poor to afford many toys for their niece.

-Mrs. Tweedy is unable to have her own children, being infertile. It touches a nerve for her, she's quite sad about it. When you think about it, the Tweedies are in rural England and are farmers but don't have any children..which would be very uncommon. I think this is a common theory among some Chicken Run fans on here though. Mr.Tweedy would have loved to have been a dad too :c

-Mrs.Tweedy is nervous about thunderstorms. And on a farm out in the countryside, storms could get particularly loud and scary. She wouldn't outright admit it, but strangely enough Mrs Tweedy would want Mr.Tweedy in the room with her each time there was a loud, thunderstorm outside. What a coincidence, Mrs Tweedy...

-Mrs.Tweedy doesn't like her first name, Melisha. Deep, down she thinks it's a goofy name.

-Mr.Tweedy's favorite meal would be: Some meatloaf and creamy mashed potatoes( don't forget the gravy!) with buttered peas (maybe some fresh rolls on the side), as a main course!And for dessert: Apple pie (duh!) with some vanilla ice cream! For breakfast, he loves beans on toast with some coffee (very creamy and sugary)

-Mrs.Tweedy: She loves a good roasted chicken dinner (yikess!!) with some brussel sprouts and sweet carrots as the sides. She does like an occasional cooked salmon dish with asparagus for dinner too. She secretly has a sweet tooth but limits herself. (if she starts eating candies, for example, she'll have a hard time stopping) Instead, she'll get a fruit for dessert if she needs something sweet after dinner. For breakfast, she likes her coffee black, and simply enjoys eggs on buttered toast, often with a side of fruit.

Hope they aren't too weak, but i thought of these headcanons on a whim! thanks for the ask!

#chicken run #headcanons #mrs.tweedy #mr.tweedy #ask

[thatmissfit]

Day 37 - lando.jpg

Waking up to the darkness of my room only illuminated by my phone’s alarm going off for the second time. All I can think about is how good of a time my friends and I had on our last night in Mexico. Stretching my whole body out like a starfish and rubbing my eyes at the crust that filled them in the night, sometimes I wish I didn’t have to wake up early. But being in this job for a couple of years now I quickly get ready while barely opening my eyes but I do make sure my hair isn’t looking fluffed out. When I get there my fellow flight attendant is waiting by the British Airways check-in counter.

“What a night, babe,” Kira says exaggerating her words with a slight dreaminess in her voice. 

“Don’t I know it? I’m definitely coming back here for vacation.” She hands me one of the two coffees sitting on top of the counter. Let me tell you something, anyone who brings me a drink or snack is in my better books.

“Here’s your fuel for the day, four sugars, four milks just the way you like it.” The aroma of the drink invades my senses as she hands it to me and I take a small sip.

 “You know me too well,” I say with a loopy smile savouring the smooth creaminess of one of my favourite drinks. We walk towards our gate catching up on last night's activities with the other members of the crew before flying back to London. 

Even though Mexico was amazing I’m ready to be home, sleeping in my own bed. Typical flight things go on such as greeting the passengers, baggage load up and as the flight goes on taking naps because everyone was somewhat tired from last night. Finally, we start the landing procedures and all the passengers load out, one little more slowly than the rest. 

He comes up to me and asks me, “do you watch F1?” Confused by the randomness of the question by this handsome stranger I laugh heartily and respond with, “is that some new pickup line people are using now?”

“Nah, it’s not like,” he scratches the back of his head and continues with, “I’m sorry for being weird but I was wondering if I could take a picture of you and maybe any other flight attendants?” 

“Now what a strange request from a complete stranger.” Realizing his honestly, strange request to a stranger, even though she is stunning still might be weird. But he wants a funny picture for the fans and maybe a little for himself. 

“Remember how I mentioned F1, I happen to be a driver…for McLaren actually,” he reaches his hand out to shake mine. “The name’s Lando Norris.”

Lando Norris, the perfect name for this now-named stranger. Just repeating the name in my head and shaking his hand gives me butterflies in my stomach. “I’m y/n,” I turn on my heel to gesture to the woman behind me, “and this is Kira.”

Grinning widely, Lando now can put a name to this beautiful woman. “So now that we’re not strangers, how about a picture? It’s for my spam account, I try to post daily and I think you’re what I need-.” His eyes widen, realizing what he just said and quickly tries to recover from what would seem like flirting.

“What the fans need, I mean” 

Slightly smirking at him I say, “I’m down.” Then looking towards Kira to see if she wants to as well. 

“I’m not trying to get a hit on my record, you do you babes. ” I didn’t even think about what might happen if our boss found out what happened. But honestly, I don’t think it’d be bad and who even says that British Airways would actually see this?

“Besides you’re the one who’s needed,” right after she walks away probably to gather her stuff.

I look back to Lando and instantly knowing how I should pose for this. If this guy is really an F1 driver then he’s probably got tons of fans so if I’m doing this then I want to look good, maybe more for his sake.

“Okay then, I’m gonna need some help with what I’m trying to do.”

So Lando and I walk several rows down to what I and the crew thinks is the strongest overhead baggage holder. I gesture for Lando to crouch down and help spring me up so I can climb inside. Afterwards, settling into a comfortable position and smiling down at him I ask,  “so how do I look?”

“Beautiful,” and you could tell by the glimmer in his eye that he meant it and wasn’t embarrassed. 

I don’t take less than a beat to respond with, “just promise me, you’ll actually post this”

“With the effort we just put in I will. Just let me just get your insta after.”

Later that night when I got to my apartment I get several pings signifying my phone connecting to wifi. I drop my bags onto the floor as I plop down on the couch with an exhausting huff. Unlocking my phone I see a new follow from lando.jpg, smiling softly I follow him back and a few minutes later I see his new post. 

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lando.jpg Day 37. I promised I’d post her

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british_airways These are your best yet 📸

f1fan all the beautiful people are british, this shit isn’t fair

landolove nice shot! Be my photographer

y/username this just made my day 😊

lando.jpg glad to be of service 🫡

Just as I closed my phone I get another ping from Instagram; seeing it was a dm from Lando I get intrigued as he already responded to my comment. I open it to read:

You seemed really cool not to mention gorgeous, so I was wondering if you’re free this week for dinner?

Smiling hard at my phone I send back, “How’s Friday sound?”

#f1 #f1 x you #f1 fic #formula 1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagines #lando x reader #lando norris #f1 x y/n #lewis hamilton #lando norris x reader #f1 imagine

[roxy-bat-wolf-pack]

Supernatural:

Wish I May, Wish I Might ✨️

Part 3

Roxy

My eyes reopened to the familiar sight of a hospital ceiling. They must have had me on some damned good painkillers because my bandaged arm didn't hurt at all when I shifted around in my bed.

"Well, well, look who's awake." Dean's voice sent a rush of relief over me. I looked to my right to see him in a padded chair, smiling at me.

"I'm glad you're finally up. These chairs are killing my back." His tone was joking, but I could tell by the way he stretched and twisted that his words had truth to them.

"Where's Sam?" I asked, and right on cue, Sam walked into the room, holding a tray of hospital cafeteria coffee.

"Hey! You're awake!" His voice somehow managed to be both exited and concerned, " How are you feeling?" I tested putting pressure on my arm to sit up.

"It's painful, but more than anything I want to get out of here. Did the doc say how long I gotta stay?"

"She said as long as their are no complications when they check you at noon, then you are free to go," Dean answered. I glanced around the room for a clock.

10:38

"Ugh!" I flopped myself back down only to find that the bed wasn't as far away as I expected. Sam had silently pushed the controls to raise it to a sitting position. In the following silence, memories of the night prior started to flood my mind. The manor, the witches, the dagger. My stomach tensed when I remembered the drive to the hospital, the stitches. I must have passed out at least twice. Sam set the tray of coffee down on my bedside table, pulling me from my own thoughts. I instinctively reached for a cup.

"Woah, hold on." Sam took the cup from my hands. "Doc says no coffee till you're better. So this," He placed a new warm cardboard cup in my grasp, "is a hot chocolate. Something about the coffee being bad with the meds they gave you."

I glared down at the cup as if it had personally asked the doctor to restrict my coffee intake. Even still, the warmth of the cup was a pleasant change from the overbearing chill of the hospital.

I took a long sip, savoring the sweet, creamy chocolate. I felt the warmth drip down my throat and coat my stomach. The moment was pure bliss. Sitting there with my hot chocolate, my brothers by my side, a job well done. If it wasn't for the hospital setting, I would've wanted to live in the moment forever.

Then he walked in.

The man had an aura I couldn't quite describe. His reddish brown eyes shifted around the room, assessing my brothers before standing tall and focusing on me. I'm not sure why, but my instinct was to hide. It was a new feeling. Dad spent so many years making sure the instinct was fight, not flight. Something about him gave me the sense that something dramatic was about to happen.

"Hello," He started. His voice was melodic, with an undertone I couldn't quite place. "My name's officer Reno." He flashed his badge too quickly, then flipped the wallet it was in to review a notepad.

"I'm just here to ask some follow-up questions. It's standard procedure after someone's been impaled with a uh," He glanced at his notes, " decorative katana?"

Dean chuckled. "Officer Reno, huh?" He questioned, eyes narrowing.

"Yea, unfortunate coincidence." The man replied nonchalantly. His face a perfect mask. One that I was an expert in.

"Let me guess, Reno," I piped up, surprised by my own sarcastic tone. "Did you see anything strange? Smell any sulfer? Those kinds of questions?" He just smirked at me and closed his notepad.

"Hunters?"

"We dabble." Sam said, trying to make it sound casual. He was trying to keep our family name out of the conversation.

"We took care of this one," Dean said, mumbling a little, "no thanks to you," After. I shot him a glare.

"I just got to town," the guy answered, most likely in response to Dean's hostility.

"Yeah, well, maybe if you got to town a little sooner, it could have been you in the hospital bed and not my sister."

"Dean!" I snapped before giving the stranger an apologetic look. "He's just looking for someone to be angry with. He already killed the witch that stabbed me, so now he's looking for the nearest living person." The mans eyebrows raised.

"Witches? Well, that's not my normal gig anyway. Not sure how much help I would have been.

"Your normal gig?" Sam questioned. Truthfully, I was just as curious. Hunters didn't normally discriminate against what creatures they kill.

"Yeah, I um, I'm a monster hunter. Werewolves, vampires, swamp things." He said the last with a little wiggle of his fingers to show disgust. I stared down at them puzzled. It was as if something was lingering just out of sight. Some electric shockwave that trickled through the air, sending sparks my way.

"Well, sorry I couldn't be more help guys." He said before turning to leave. Just before he crossed the threshold, he turned back to look at me.

"Real names Finn, by the way. Finn Smith."

Then he left just as a group of nurses walked into the room. They passed by as if they couldn't even see him. I kept my eyes on him as long as I could. Something about the shape of his broad shoulders, the sway of his long red curls, the shape of his eyes. It all looked so familiar to me.

And just like that, he was gone.

The doctor came right after the nurses to start the exam to clear me. I glanced at the clock.

12:00

That's not possible. It was 10:38 only 10 minutes ago. I readjusted the cup in my hand to find it was no longer warm. I looked to Sam and Dean, but they just stepped out of the doctors way. Besides Dean's unnecessary frustration at Finn, they didn't seem to notice the loss of time. I barely heard the doctor as my mind went back to the man who had just left my room.

"Finn Smith." I tested the name in a whisper, and it felt wrong on my tongue. It didn't fit him at all. Even when he was trying to be honest, he lied.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #sister winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #oc love #protective sam winchester #protective dean #Spotify

[khazadspoon]

Incident of the Coffee Shop Abomination

Don’t ask I have no idea what I’m doing. Full disclaimer I have no idea what goes well together in coffee so this is just my own blend of madness. And yes I will be developing this au in my head for my bedtime stories.

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Few pleasures in life matched the pleasure of a good cup of coffee. Whether it was an expensive roast, cheap instant stuff from a tin, or something with several pumps of flavoured syrup, coffee was second to none. Or at least that was Gil Favor’s thinking on the matter.

He didn’t have the most sophisticated palette but he enjoyed coffee to an almost ridiculous degree, and he figured that meant he was well within his rights to single out places that did it well. One such place was a coffee shop in Texas, one he passed most months whilst travelling in his eighteen wheeler. It served pretty much anything and Gil spent more money there than he possibly should have considering he was trying to save for his two daughters to go to college. He hadn’t had the chance as a young man, so he wanted them to at least have the option.

But, coffee.

He mostly drank it black, no sugar, hot if he could but cold if it was forgotten in his cab for a few hours. Every so often he orders something a little different to satisfy his sweet tooth. Today it is up to whoever was making the thing to decide. It might be a mistake, might be the best decision he ever makes, but either way he hands over the cash to the cashier and drops his change in the tip jar.

The barista, if the kids that work here can be called baristas, has his back turned as he makes the drink. Gil waits, glances up every so often to see long fingered hands using various bottles and contraptions to make his drink. Gil mainly focuses on the puzzle game Maggie had insisted he buy and promptly gave up on when it got too difficult. He clears a level, mentally congratulates himself for being smarter than a twelve year old (at this, at least), and fumbles to put the phone away when his name is called.

“Favor?” The young man, not a kid at all really, pushes a take-out mug towards him with a slightly confused expression. “You sure about this, mister?”

He shrugs, takes hold of the mug, notes the name on the badge in front of him. “I don’t know, Rowdy; you put somethin’ in here I should be concerned about?”

Rowdy blinks, looks down and remembers his name tag, then grins. It’s the brightest grin Gil’s seen this early in the morning. “Nothing dangerous, but it’s my least conventional concoction yet. Just… take a sip before you leave, I wanna see what it does to you.”

Gil levels the barista with a look that would make any other man step back a little. Rowdy stands his ground, however, and gestures at the unknown coffee.

“Well? C’mon, mister, I’ve got other coffees to make and meetings to get bored in.”

“Alright! Alright, jeez…” He picks up the mug, blows through the little hole and knows there is whipped cream on top immediately. It’s a point in the drink’s favour, he does love a topping.

When the liquid hits his tongue the first thing he feels is confusion.

It is sweet, very sweet, but not like anything he’s had in a coffee before. Then he tastes salt in a way that reminds him of popcorn. He takes another sip, larger than the first, and finds himself wrapping both hands around the mug. For some reason he feels like he’s been handed something made purely to bring comfort.

“You, uh, you like it?” Rowdy asks in a small voice.

Gil swallows the mouthful of sweet, rich and creamy beverage and nods. “What in the name of all that is holy is it?” He manages to say, licking at his lips and staring at Rowdy with disbelief probably written across his face. “Please tell me you know and it wasn’t all random.”

Rowdy flushes a soft pink. “Blueberry, a pinch of salt, dash of black pepper, vanilla… whipped cream and a spoon of condensed milk, I think. You sure it ain’t the worst thing you ever tasted?”

Rowdy reaches out to take the mug and Gil pulls it close to his chest, cradles it like precious cargo, though he genuinely thinks it is. He plans on writing down whatever was in this thing and asking anyone he can to recreate it until the next time he passes through. “It’s good, great even, but… why ain’t I seen you here before?” He’s been driving through for a few years at least, dropping into the shop each time, and he can’t remember ever seeing Rowdy before. He thinks he would have remembered, the young man is as tall as Gil himself and if he makes drinks like this… Gil might need to buy himself a machine and write down the recipe.

“I’m usually out the back or upstairs. Deputy manager, not actually supposed to be out front but when someone calls in sick,” he shrugs, leans on the counter with his elbows, grinning wide again. “Can’t ask anyone to do something you wouldn’t do yourself when you’re acting as the boss.”

“Yeah, you’re right there.”

“Well, I’m glad you liked it anyways. Nice to meet you, Mister Favor, maybe I’ll see you next time you drop by.”

Gil tips his hat and works his way back to his rig. As soon as he is in the cab with the coffee set in a cup holder, he takes out his phone and calls the only person who might understand the madness he’s experienced.

“It’s a bit early for an emergency, can it wait an hour?” Pete mumbles. He still answered on the second ring. Pete never left a call unanswered in his life, and Gil would know since he makes most of them.

“Pete, you remember those folks stories about tricksters and fairies and the like?”

A beat of silence. “I guess so, the ones we used to read to your girls? Why?”

“I think I just met one.”

Pete laughs at him until he hangs up.

Gil drinks the rest of the coffee as he rolls down the highway and wonders if he can swing another job on this route sooner rather than later.

#rawhide #gil favor #rowdy yates #Pete Nolan #coffee shop au

[peachenle]

enhypen aesthetics

feelings, sounds, and other things i associate with them

ot7 | 0.5k | imagery, fluff

// HEESEUNG is...

the clumsy shuffle to the kitchen, rubbing sleep from the eyes; the lulling stir of the air-conditioning on a summer day; rays of morning sun sneaking through curtains; nauseating, but amusing, recalls of embarrassing memories; the fog after a hot shower; shy fingers reaching to hold anothers’; slipping further under a puffy duvet for ‘just five more minutes i promise’; fleeting guilt of a midnight snack; pride after seeing one’s name at the top of the leaderboard; the crackling of an open flame;

// JAY is...

the clinking of silverware against porcelain plates; running fingers across new crisp bed sheets; the shade of black, mysterious and absorbing; proudly passing gifts to their recipients, focused eyes awaiting a reaction; the tapping of heeled shoes on wooden floors, echoing through a hallway; confident and an inquisitive quirk of an eyebrow; a gentle wave to a friend across the street; warming coffee; quiet and polite ‘thank you’s to waiters cleaning the table after each course; simple and clean silver jewelry;

// JAKE is...

fits of laughter that make up for an awkward silence; the bubbling foam of a splashing wave, its coolness ushering you in; anticipation of returning home after a long vacation; the frustratingly exciting calm before an incoming jump scare; childish chasing after one another; the awe of learning a new language’s word and scribbling its meaning; sniffing kisses from a beloved pet, and the therapeutic feeling of fur between one’s fingers; the chew of fresh noodles and the bite of its rich broth; eagerness of a first meeting; comforting familiarity of a favorite study spot; excitement of a well needed rest and its accompanying dreams;

// SUNGHOON is…

scraping and swirling of skates across fresh smooth ice; tender embraces to quiet a fit of shivering; admiration and pride of seeing a close friend on stage; mindless drumming against the steering wheel as the clock ticks on; hilarious groans after a bad joke, and the sheepish smile from its author; creamy, and slightly sweet tiramisu; the gradual warmth of layer after layer before exiting towards the snow; catching oneself in a passing reflection; a good hair day;

// SUNOO is...

ruffled hair from a loved one’s teasing; sarcastic shoulder shoves and chuckles; the furrowed concentration of eyebrows while trying to select the most delicious fruit of the pile, or perhaps the prettiest sunflower; the gasping realization of the answer to a problem; flurries of text messages within a group chat; fresh lemonade; the clasp and intertwine of fingers after a prolonged high-five; yummy gummy vitamins; comfortable silent drives, with only the rush of the wind through the car filling the air;

// JUNGWON is...

squeaking sneakers; the salty breeze of the ocean contrasted by the blinding of the sun; the gnawingly sweet and sour roll of candies across one’s tongue; clapping before a large crowd, commanding all to attention; pretty fingers under too-long sleeves of a hoodie; random facetimes with friends; cold milk over the crunch of cereal; the rumble of an airplane against the long runway; the relief of a good stretch; clarity after wiping eyeglasses clean; hangers scraping inside a wardrobe as you shuffle, looking for the right jacket;

// NI-KI is...

sly glances to siblings during a bout of reprimanding after a silly prank; a marathon of tv shows, and falling asleep on the couch shortly after; swiping and spraying a dance room’s mirrors, the punching smell of the cleaner; exhilarating clicks of a game controller coupled with hours long voice calls; flickering neon lights; carefree, relentless giggling while pointing at something, or maybe someone; sticky sweet bubblegum; the thrill after learning the final 8 count; the tinge of regret right before the drop of a rollercoaster, and the euphoria from its aftermath;

an: my return to the writing scene after ... a while. reblogs and feedback are appreciated, thank you!

#enhypen #enhypen network #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen fanfic #enhypen scenarios #enhypen reactions #enhypen oneshots #enhypen aesthetic #ficscafe #basically these things remind me of them #i hate tagging its cringe #enhypen drabbles #heeseung #peachenle fic #*100 #*200