#HAPPY BIRTHDAY CINNAMON ROLL OF MY HEART!!

[lazycats-stuff]

Can I ask for a follow up on Australian bat!bro reader where he gets annoyed bc they won’t let him drink alcohol or smth? Here in Australia there is alot of underage drinking. (I mean I got high and tipsy at my 17th birthday party with parental permission💀)

Just thinking about the culture shock most of them would get 😭

Lol, it's the same thing here where I live. Alcohol flows around here. Despite being an adult, I don't drink at all. I just hate alcohol. Also, I know this is short, but it's fine...

Summary: (Y/N) wants to drink. The fam is not allowing it.

Warnings: Underage drinking,

Australia and America couldn't be anymore different when it came to drinking. In America, a simple of drop for a person under 21 is disappointing to parents. Siblings would probably be happy and proud and would look for each.

In Australia, you just need parent's permission. Oh how nice that was back then. (Y/N) remembered how he got tipsy on one of his birthdays at the time. It was lit and (Y/N) loved it. Of course, he wouldn't drink as if he is an alcoholic.

He would only drink in company of others and that would be a glass tops. Not even a second one. He can't get embarrassed in public now. But there was a slight problem now too.

His family is the biggest problem. Well, some of them are, not all of them are the problem.

Jason is amazing when it came to drinking. The two would sometimes drink together and it was so fun. (Y/N) didn't like to drink something like a shot. He would like to savor the flavor of the drink, whether or not it was some wine or scotch.

Or even some votka.

You don't just drink it, you savor it. And that's what he does every time he drinks with Jason. Sometimes there are times when they just drink in silence, enjoying the company. That usually meant that sharing a bottle something between them two.

Sometimes it was just quiet chatter in between them. It was funny and Jason was the supplier for them both. In return, he got 5 bucks from (Y/N) for his efforts.

It's not easy to hide anything in this household. Everyone was trained to observe and it was just... Sometimes it gets to you and you try hard to hide things.

Damian is the one who doesn't care, but would advise (Y/N) not to drink it. Damian is only thinking about his self awareness and his cognitive thinking in some situations.

Damian is just like Bruce, can't drink for the life of him. Not that he wants to anyway. It's not good for your awareness and Damian always had to be vigilant and observant.

And besides, Damian likes (Y/N) and he just wants to make sure that he is okay. He also likes (Y/N)'s accent a lot. And considering that (Y/N) is not a vigilante and despite the training, (Y/N) is a cinnamon roll according to Damian.

Dick was the one who was against it completely. He didn't like it, he hated it and he wanted (Y/N) to stop drinking. He remembers nearly having a heart attack when he saw (Y/N) drinking for the first time, ever so nonchalantly.

He never ran so fast to get the glass out of (Y/N)'s hands. He was so confused at (Y/N)'s blank look and a simple what. It seems that the concept of drinking below the age of 21 is a foreign thing, something unheard of.

And that's when he got vigilant with (Y/N). It made (Y/N) sigh every time he saw Dick lurking somewhere, watching him. It made his insane and that's how he got better with hiding alcohol.

(Y/N) thought that drinking below 21 in America is like being an alcoholic.

Tim didn't have a say in anything in regards to this matter at all. He was addicted to coffee and he is the one who needs to kind of let go of it. So much caffeine is not healthy at all.

An occasional drink is fine. So much cups of coffee are not.

The two just shrugged towards one another in passing, (Y/N) with some alcohol and Tim with his coffee. They didn't even say anything to each other at this point. Just a nod or a shrug of their shoulders.

That was more than enough.

Now Bruce... Well, he knew that Australia has different laws and that drinking there is something that's more lenient. In America, unless you turn 21 you are, in (Y/N)'s mind, you are really missing in life.

The first time Bruce saw (Y/N) drink he paled and tried to get it away from him, but then asked him about the customs regarding the drinking in Australia.

(Y/N) explained it to him and Bruce advised him not to drink. Well, Bruce started hiding the alcohol in the house. Nobody really drank so it wasn't a difficult thing to hide. However, he knew that Jason is a supplier.

So he had to keep an eye out.

And Alfred? Oh boy, that man hates when (Y/N) drinks. He doesn't care about traditions in Australia. He spent some time in Australia and while he loved the Aussies and the way they drank, he didn't like it when his grandson did.

(Y/N) knew that he had to evade (Y/N) with everything in him. Jason hid the alcohol in his room, knowing that Alfred rarely goes into his room and (Y/N) and Jason agreed to it.

The last time when (Y/N) got caught by Alfred, a shoe went flying past his head. There was yelling and Alfred threatened with something bigger. (Y/N) managed to duck just in time to get in his room where Jason was waiting.

#dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #batfamily #bruce wayne x male reader #jason todd x male reader #batman x male reader #red hood x male reader #damian wayne x male reader #robin x male reader #tim drake x male reader #red robin x male reader #nightwing x male reader #dick grayson x male reader

[tetheredfeathers]

A little something I wrote inspired by this line.

Never having been in love, this is going to be a real trick. I think of my parents, the way my father never failed to bring her gifts from the woods.

She always brought him something from the woods.

The first time she brought him a single dandelion.

It had been a long winter, and the sun had only begun to peek through the cold shadows. It had been a good hunt today, with 2 rabbits and a squirrel shot right through the eyes. Her short dark hair tickled her neck as she practically skipped back home.

That's when she saw it – the first spring flower, a lone dandelion lurking between the wet shadows. She scurried towards it and quickly plucked it, almost afraid it would run away if she wasn't fast enough.

"Peetaaa," her voice rang through the house as she peeled off her shoes and hung her father's hunting jacket on the hooks Peeta had installed for her.

"In here," Peeta called from the kitchen.

She found him all serious, wrinkle between his eyebrows as he kneaded some dough. She skirted towards him wanting kiss the lines between his eyes.

"Hi, bread boy," she whispered sweetly before kissing the frosting off his lips.

"Hi," he said in between kisses

"Mhm, vanilla." Katniss breathed licking his lips.

"Here, try this," he said, spreading a thick layer of icing on a cinnamon roll and handing it her.

"Mhmm, so good. Thank you baby," she said between huge mouthfuls.

"I got you something from town today," Peeta sang, reaching into his pockets.

"Show me, show me," Katniss almost begged.

"You know Thom's little sister, Darlene," she nodded. "Yeah, well, she was really happy with her birthday cake and wanted to give me something in return."

He pulled out a long strip of transparent lace.

Katniss' face broke into a huge smile. "A ribbon? What does she think you're 12 to go around wearing ribbons?" she teased.

"Be nice, Katniss, she's only five. I doubt she knows how to gift a grown man," Peeta said.

"You do know she has a crush on you, right?" Katniss said, grabbing another cinnamon roll, stuffing her mouth once again.

"Who doesn't?" Peeta sassed, swaying his hips.

"I don't," Katniss rolled her eyes.

"Oh really?" he eyed her mischievously before grabbing her arms, leaving all but an inch between their sugary lips. "I wouldn't be too sure about that."

She shuddered involuntarily. Even after a year of being with him, just being near him made her weak in the knees. His warm hands slid down her arms before gently turning her around so that her back faced him. Slowly, he brought his hands up to her hair, bunching half her hair into a ponytail and tying the flimsy lace into a bow.

She turned around, beaming in his arms, peering into those blue eyes.

"Wow, birdie, look at yourself."

She blushed bright red before pulling out her dandelion from underneath the table.

"For you," she said shyly, holding it right under his face.

"Thank you, birdie," he said, delicately taking it from her hands as if it would slip from his grasp like water.

Her blush deepened. She loved it when he called her that. It reminded her of her father, that he was still a part of her, and just like him, she still sang wild and free. A bird that's what she was.

"You're my dandelion in the spring, you know that, right?" she whispered.

"I know," he whispered back, burying her mouth in long, warm kiss.

After that, she brought him something every day. Sometimes it would be tufts of dill or rye. Other times, she would bring him shiny stones that reminded her of the color of his eyes. Sometimes a feather or a leaf, but mostly she brought him flowers. She brought him wild onions because it reminded her of the day she broke her heart. She brought him daisies because they were as pure and white like his soul. She brought him sunflowers because he was her sun and followed him everywhere he went.

He kept a whole shelf dedicated to her gifts and pressed the flowers inside his notebook. It helped remind him that all was not lost on the more difficult days when she could not get out of bed or talk to him.

And on the night they conceived their first child, she whispered into his arms.

"I'm going to call her Dandelion."

#everlark #katniss everdeen #the hunger games #peeta mellark #katniss and peeta #thg #thg mockingjay #post mockingjay #canon compliant #fluff #peeta x katniss #katniss x peeta #the hunger games peeta #thg series #thg fanfiction #catching fire #hunger games fanfiction #the hunger games trilogy #the hunger games fanfiction

[bchan95]

Tension Pt. 1

I swirled my glass of wine, tongue fixated on the inside of my left cheek as I watched him lean over to her again and whisper something into her ear. That stupid dimple popping as he moves his hand to rest on her lower back.

Nothing about this should bother me. Nothing about the way his head tips back in laughter at her jokes should make me want to pour this glass of rose down the back of her silky silver dress. The only thing that could potentially stop their bodies from being fully intertwined like they had been all night.

I had no right to be angry at someone I didn’t know. A beautiful brunette with perfectly placed freckles with her hands on his chest. Face near his face. But here I am, two seconds away from breaking this glass against the brick wall I’m leaning against. I begged for any noise to drown out my thoughts of her face on his face, his neck, his body.

This rush of pulsating continuous thoughts was put to a pause by a hand on my shoulder. My eyes painstakingly left the bitter romance that I watched in front of me to meet bright blue curious eyes. I let my scowl fall as I read the concern immediately as pressure was added with a squeeze.

“Girl you cannot sit here and torture yourself all night,” Yuna looked at me wide-eyed as she grabbed the glass from my hand and took a sip before handing it back to me.

I knew she was right. I couldn’t just sit there and let my thoughts continue to dig their heels into the crevices of my thought process. But I couldn’t look away. I knew that the second my eyes left their intertwined arms, I would just continue to paint my own picture as I tried to keep up with the buzzing conversation at the table.

“I’m fine,” I say flatly. She ignores me. Interlacing our hands, she guides me back to our shared table.

They all look at me with the same doe eyes. I hated how I immediately knew that they were pitying me. Something in those soft glances made me want to spill my guts. And there was only way I planned on throwing up emotion tonight.

“Guys… why are you looking at me like that?”

Felix shook his head at me, the little cross earring in his left lobe shaking as he sighed. He grabbed my hands from across the table and lovingly drew circles on the tops of my palms. He didn’t say anything else but I knew what it meant.

I let his hands rest there as I scoffed, forcing a smile across my lips as my left eye glanced in their direction once more. Enough to hold me over until they were all distracted again. They were dancing. Closely. That’s all I allowed myself to see.

I let go of one of Felix’s hands and downed the rest of my glass, squinting my eyes at the impact. I looked back up at the table and their eyes were still on me. I finally gave in and asked the question.

“What’s up with you all? So quiet?”

I laughed. No one else did. Finally, the quiet was cut by the waiter setting glasses on our table with a bright smile. He dropped a dark liquid in front of me. I scrunched my eyebrows, turning left to catch his attention.

“Oh I didn’t order-“

The waiter smiled back at me, a small diamond gracing his leftmost tooth as it widened. He shook his head before speaking.

“You didn’t… but he did.”

The man pointed to a section across the room from the table. MY eyes followed and finally landed on him. He grinned ear to ear as he held her waist close to his. He shot a wink and shook his phone. I quickly looked down at my own bright screen and saw it aglow with a message.

“You deserve to have fun, yeah? Happy birthday xx”

I sent a quick heart react to the message as a faint smile fell across your lips. I looked back up at him and raised the glass with a nod. I looked back over at the table to three disappointed halfhearted smiles across from you as you slowly savored the free cinnamon and brown sugar coating the glass.

Felix finally breaks the ice with an eye roll.

“I know Chan is your best friend and it’s complicated but… Y/N I just hate seeing you like this… and on your fucking birthday.”

My own laugh sends a sharp pain to my stomach, and I take another long sip. I knew he was right. I knew constantly watching Chan dance with other girls really hurt. I knew that although he was entirely unavailable, I found it hard to date anyone because of him. It was unhealthy. It made me nauseous. I didn’t want him to leave.

“Felix. I promise I’m okay. Chan is going to Chan. I shouldn’t just not invite my best friend to my birthday celebration because I’m incapable of moving on.”

The liquor burns this time as I force it down my throat, but I am persistent. I let the full glass melt away in my body before facing them again. I smirked, leaning my hand against my head, feeling the burning of my cheeks against the chill of my palm.

“I’ll be okay. I just hope he gets whatever he planned to get out of this night so I can just focus on something else.”

Lia chewed on her bottom lip “I just think he’s kind of disrespectful. Like… even as your friend he couldn’t stop playing the field to celebrate with you?”

I nod softly. She had a point here. I had made these plans weeks ago. I just wanted one day with my friends to let loose and forget everything. But it’s hard to do that when your best friend is a rockstar with enough ego to be supercharged for life.

It wasn’t his fault though. I told him to have fun… and he is having fun. I know he is. That girl is beautiful. The way her arms seem to fit so perfectly around his neck as he pulls her torso into his. The way she throws back her head with easy laughter at anything he says, catching the brightest smile she’s ever seen on his face.

I envy the ease that comes with the beauty of her caliber. Even if it’s just surface level. Because selfishly and desperately, I wished that I was pretty enough that he forgot about all of my quirks. That he saw me as only an object of desire for once. That I could capture all of his attention with one bat of my eyelashes.

But he had to know my Ben & Jerry's, sobbing in the shower, corner store red wine, five seconds from a meltdown personality.

I lift myself off my chair, a slight haze covering my pupils for a moment before they clear.

“I’m going to get another drink. Does anyone want anything?”

They all shake their heads and I shrug as I push through pulsating rhythms and bodies to get the bar. I, unfortunately, lay my hands down on the sticky wood and immediately picked them up with a scrunch of my nose. I hastily grab my hand sanitizer out of my purse and glaze my fingers in the putrid liquid before looking back up.

A dark-haired bartender with glasses smiled at me as he cleaned off the glass in his hand. My eyes glanced at the way his arm muscles followed the motion of his hands for a moment before looking back at him.

“Hi!” I scream against the deep base of the EDM track behind me. The bartender’s smile deepens.

“HI!” he mocked me, giggling a bit after he did.

I bite down a smirk on my lips before continuing “Can I get a vodka cranberry…”

“Changbin.” He said confidently, nodding at me as he took my credit card from my waiting hand.

“Thank you!!” I yelled again, letting myself lean on the counter once again.

My eyes zeroed in on their dancing. However, this time Chan’s eyes directly met mine. I forced a smile onto my lips, about to mouth some stupid quip to embarrass him when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around to meet those glistening dark eyes again.

“Here you go miss…”

I allowed myself to smile again “Y/N.”

He nodded, holding out a frosted glass and my card in my direction again. Our fingers grazed as I grabbed the items from him. “Man,” I thought to myself, “I really need to get laid. A Darcy-esque hand touch shouldn’t send shocks up and down my arm like this.” I giggle to myself and start to step away from the bar.

“Thank you, Changbin!” I yell at the same volume as I did my introduction.

He tapped his chest with his fist before screaming “You’re welcome, Y/N!!!”

I couldn’t fight back the giggles this time as I saw his obscene reaction. I let them fall one after the other as I kept eye contact with him. He breaks out into a bright smile before shooting a wink my way and turning back to the bar. I try to settle the reaction on my face as I turn around to move back over to the table. As I sit down, I already hear laughs around me.

“Oh he’s cute, Y/N…” Yuna starts. I lift my head to see her raising her eyebrows up and down in my direction. She points subtly behind me with a smirk. “And he’s still fixated on you even though he can only see your back right now.”

I slowly turn and meet Changbin’s eyes quickly before spinning back around. My cheeks were heating up as I tried to sip my glass casually and respond back to Yuna.

“He is kind of cute…”

I watched as Yuna scanned the room, her eyes meeting something before she almost doubled over in laughter. I feel my eyes widen in confusion as I watch her expression change. I am terrified to look around, not sure what my eyes will come in contact with. Luckily for me, Yuna paints the scene.

“Looks like your cute little interaction was noticed by someone else too…” She lifts her glass with a smirk

Now I was curious.

I turned around quickly, and I saw Chan leaning against the bar. Eyes blazed and glared right in my direction. The girl he was with dangling on his arm, trying to whisper in his ear but he continued to stare at me. I raised an eyebrow at him before turning back to the table with a shrug.

“He’s being weird, but what’s new.”

The three people across from me exchange some wide-eyed glances before looking back at me. I want to say something, but my thought is quickly stopped by a warm hand on my exposed shoulder. I don’t move out of shock, waiting for any other movement from whoever stands behind me. I felt whisky-laced breath hit my nose as they leaned their face toward my ear.

“Who’s your bartender friend, Y/N?”

#bang chan x y/n #changbin x y/n #stray kids fanfic #bang chan fanfic #bang chan angst #bang chan x reader #chan x reader #bangchan x reader #bangchan x y/n #skz imagines #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #skz x reader

[munsonfamilyband]

So I’m aware it’s no longer Valentine’s day but enough people liked part one so here’s part 2 of my Valentine’s Post

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The past couple days had not been fun for Steve. It started on the 12th when Eddie went on a tirade about how much he hated Valentine’s day and wouldn’t ever celebrate it. Steve knew his crush was hopeless already but that was just painful to hear, especially knowing that Eddie didn’t even know it was Steve’s birthday.

When Eddie had left to go help Nancy plan her date with Robin, he had dropped his head onto the counter with a groan.

“It might have been easier if he said he didn’t like me at all.” Robin rubbed his back gently.

“I know. How does he not know it’s your birthday though? Why didn’t you tell him?”

“I don’t like celebrating my birthday usually. I mean, most of the kids don’t even know when it is, but I was going to tell him on the actual day, maybe guilt him into hanging out with me and I could pretend it was a date.”

“Dingus, Steve, platonic love of my life, that is sad.” Steve just groaned again and Robin moved away from him to get back to stocking the shelves like she had been. “At some point you need to just tell him how you feel.”

“Thanks but no thanks, I’m okay existing in ignorance.”

“Steve.” He sat up and turned to her, crossing his arms.

“Robin. You know why I don’t want to take the chance.”

She sighed, looking at the case in her hand briefly before turning to him again. “I know, and as unrealistic as it is, I do wish that the conversation you and Nancy had fixed your insecurities so you could be happy. But I know there are other insecurities there, I just wish you could get something good for yourself.” He gave her a small smile, but he knew she could see how fake it was.

Now, two days later, they were back in Family Video. Robin had insisted that she had to sleep over the night before because it was his birthday and she had woken him up with (thankfully) store bought cinnamon buns and coffee. She had also thrown glitter over him as soon as he was dressed for work, telling him that it was to set the mood for the day.

He hated it then, he still hates it now as he bends over to pick up a tape and glitter falls out of his hair even hours later. It was just after the lunch rush had ended and Steve was dreading the dinner rush, especially since it meant a hoard of boyfriends coming to get last minute movies for Valentine’s day. He just wanted to curl up on his couch with ice cream and the bottle of wine he bought himself.

Robin had been weird all day too. First it was picking out his outfit, including his so-called “ass jeans”, then it was the glitter, then she had been playing the weirdest romcoms in the store. She had somehow been slipping little origami hearts into his pockets all day without him noticing. Things really got weird when he reached into his pocket and found something that wasn’t a little paper heart - it was more solid and felt metallic. Taking it out, he found a Hersey kiss and a note taped to it.

“Rob, I know you feel bad about me not having a date but you don’t need to sneak me chocolate.” He looked over at her for her response and immediately clocked her scheming face. “Robin. What are you doing?”

“Nothing! Just read the little note! I was paid handsomely for that so you better open it.” He just rolled his eyes and looked back at the chocolate. Deciding that he might as well, he opened the note and read it.

“Sweetheart, normally you get spankings but I figured a birthday kiss was a better way to start <3”

“Robin, why the fuck did you give me this?!”

“I’m not super happy about being roped into this, I promise, but I was paid for my time. Just wait, there’s more to come apparently.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Much to his disappointment, Robin refused to say anything more. And she stayed that way for the rest of their shift, including up to the moment they parted ways so she could get into Nancy’s waiting car.

He ended up forgetting all about it when he opened his wine and started in on the ice cream, until he heard muffled music from the backyard. Climbing out of his blanket nest with a frown he worked his way over to the back door and saw Eddie standing there with a boombox raised above his head. He was looking up at Steve’s bedroom window, and he had Madonna, of all things, blasting through the speakers.

“What the hell are you doing, Eddie?” Clearly Eddie hadn’t heard him open the sliding doors and he jumped, nearly dropping the boombox.

“Steve! How did you-were you not upstairs?”

“No, I was watching a movie on the couch. Still not answering the question though.” Steve crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame to look Eddie over. For once his jeans weren’t ripped and he had a plain t shirt on under his jacket. He looked more put together than usual but Steve couldn’t figure out why.

“Shit, uh, that sort of changes my plans but I can work with this. No tower serenade, that’s fine-“

“Sorry, serenade? What is going on, Eddie?” Eddie just sighed in response before seeming to steel himself.

“I fucked up, badly, the other day. I got wrapped up in my own opinions and I didn’t even consider how you felt about Valentine’s day - let alone that it was apparently your birthday. Nancy was actually the one to let me in on it, she asked what I was planning. And uh, well, I got her to help me plan this whole thing, but I was kind of hoping that you would be in your room so that you couldn’t see how terrified I am-“

“Wait, Eddie, I’m confused, why-“ Eddie just held a hand up to stop Steve before continuing to speak.

“I was going to give you this whole speech about how I’ve been in love with you for months now but I’ve been way too scared to say anything and even though I seriously messed up, at least it gave me a kick in the ass, so uh-“

“Wait.” Steve had to stop him there, because he was getting the picture but he needed to do a couple things first.

The first thing was rushing forward, grabbing Eddie’s face in his hands and kissing him right on the mouth.

The second, while Eddie was still shocked from the kiss was to say, “hold that thought. I’m going to run up to my room and we can try again.” Grinning like an idiot, Steve ran back into his house and up the stairs. He had never been serenaded before but he was excited to try it.

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@nburkhardt @i-less-than-three-you @nelotegreitic @liketheocean @darkwitchoferie @4nemo1egend @scarletyeager @the-redthread @thev01dd

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #and here it is almost a week late but I thought it was cute #i just see eddie as a ”pebbles at the window after dark” boyfriend so a boombox serenade felt on brand

[sumsumstrashbin]

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 ~ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟐𝐤

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬' 𝟏𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 <𝟑

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

The morning air was crisp as you marched through the halls of Hogwarts, making your way towards the Transfiguration Courtyard. It was March 27th, 1978: James Potter's 18th birthday. You entered the empty courtyard, feeling thankful that you had pulled a jumper on over your pyjamas as the cold air nipped at your nose. You set your gift box down on a bench, taking a seat next to it and letting out a yawn. It was much too early for any student to be out and about, let alone out of bed, so the courtyard was peaceful and quiet.

That was, until a familiar, cheery voice broke the silence.

"Y/n!" James called out, jogging over to you. His glasses had fogged up from the cold air, causing him to stop a few feet away from you. He took his glasses off, wiping them down with his scarf before putting them back on. "Bloody freezing, yeah?" He approached you, pulling the Gryffindor scarf off of his neck and wrapping it around yours instead.

The sincere action made heat rise in your cheeks. You wondered how someone could be so energized at such an early hour. Not only was he wide awake, but he looked damn good. You could tell that he definitely didn't just roll out of bed; surprise, surprise, he had taken the time to style his hair. 

"Good morning, Potter." You grinned, standing up to conceal the gift box behind you. "Care to explain why you had me get out of bed so early?"

James paused for a moment before a frown spread across his face. "Have you forgotten something?"

You tried your best to act clueless, ultimately failing at the sight of the heartbreak written all over his face. "Okay, okay. Happy birthday, James."

He smiled widely, pulling you into a hug and resting his chin on your head. The smell of sandalwood and cinnamon filled your nose, making you sigh happily. His signature scent had grown to be familiar and comforting. 

You were snapped back out of your thoughts by his voice scolding you. "You're so mean, you know that? Pretending to forget about my birthday. Unbelievable. I want that scarf back now." James pouted.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're also unbelievable, instructing me to wake up so early to meet you here just so you can get a gift." You pulled back slightly to look up at him.

James looked down at you against his chest and couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart. "What if I just wanted to start my special day with my girlfriend? Is that so hard to believe, Y/n?"

"Your special day?" You scoffed. "It's just a birthday, James. Not your wedding."

"Our  wedding. And no, it isn't, but it's my 18th birthday! Let me live. Now, about that gift you mentioned..." James smirked, releasing you from his embrace.

You tried to shake off the giddiness you felt from his wedding comment, clearing your throat. "I was getting to that, but I suppose you can open it now." You approached the bench, taking a seat. James sat next to you, picking up the gift box and placing it in his lap.

"Go ahead, I know you'll explode if you have to wait another second." You watched James tear open the gift wrap with the expression of a child on Christmas morning. He then opened up the box, his face lighting up at the contents.

"You're kidding." He pulled out the pair of red Converse high tops, inspecting them carefully. "Y/n, these are perfect."

"You like them?" You sighed in relief.

"Like them? I love them." He kicked off his shoes, putting on his new pair and lacing them up. "How do I look?" He stood up, looking down at his feet.

"You look amazing, James."

"You aren't even looking at my shoes." He grinned cockily.

"I know." You smiled at him, standing up. "Now, where's my thank you?"

James pulled you into another embrace, kissing your head. "Thank you, love. I never want to take them off."

"Just don't get dress-coded." You chuckled, burying your face into his chest. The warmth of his body was a stark contrast against the brisk weather, heating up your body in no time.

"Now, can we find some place to get some more sleep before breakfast?" You asked tiredly.

James chuckled, rubbing your back. "Yeah, let's go. My birthday excitement has been satisfied for now, and I'm sleepy."

The two of you headed back inside the castle, James keeping his arm around your shoulders the whole way.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

The two of you roamed the empty halls in search for a cozy spot to rest. James held you close, supporting the weight of your tired body.

The sound of stones shifting broke the silence, causing both of you to stop in your tracks and look to your left, where the sound was coming from. Both of your jaws dropped as you watched the wall form into a secret doorway.

"...Are we seriously sleepy enough to hallucinate?" James inquired, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"I don't think so." You said, approaching the door and reaching out for the handle.

"Wait!" James exclaimed, to which you raised a brow. "What if this is a trap or something?" He questioned, stepping in front of you. "I'll open it."

Too tired to argue, you nodded and watched as he pushed the door open.

Inside was a small room, holding the appearance of a cozy bedroom with one large bed in the middle. 

"What is this place?" James stepped inside, examining the details of the room.

"This must be the Room of Requirement." You realized.

"No way. The Room of Requirement was kind enough to lend us a bed? How sweet." James chuckled, carefully taking his new shoes off before flopping himself onto the bed. He shifted onto his back, getting under the covers and patting the spot next to him.

You happily obliged, joining him in the bed and pulling the blanket up to your chin. "This must be the most comfortable bed I have ever laid in."

"Me too." James sighed, pulling you in by the waist. "Let's get as much rest as we can before breakfast, hm?" He burrowed his face in your neck, closing his eyes.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

That evening, you waited in the library for your date with James. That is, until Sirius barged in through the doors, receiving a loud shush from the librarian. "Sorry." He mumbled, scanning his eyes over the room before spotting you.

"Y/n!" He whisper-yelled, lightly jogging over to you.

"Sirius? What are you doing here? Trying to crash my date?" You questioned, shutting the book you were reading to pass the time. James was already 15 minutes late.

"Uh, about that date..." Sirius rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. "James can't make it."

"What?" You were the one receiving a shush this time, causing you to lower your voice. "Why not?"

"Well, you see..." Sirius stifled a chuckle. "He told me to let you know that he's in detention for being out of dress-code during class. He said something about improper footwear."

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[fuwahua]

New Traditions

WC: 2.3k

Happy birthday Zhongli! May you enjoy the year of the dragon with your hubby 💕

Established relationship, fluff, (one sided) tickle fights, lots of flirting

“You know, it’s your birthday. We didn’t have to come all the way out here.”

“It is precisely because it is my birthday that I’d like to spend it with the family of the one I love.”

Zhongli chuckles as Ajax’s mouth flaps open and shut, a fish out of water. He’s not the only one to take amusement in the action— Ajax’s siblings giggle at him as well, and his mother partakes in a shared glance of fond amusement. Despite being a guest at this household, they’ve already taken to him with familial warmth.

Then again, perhaps that’s how most families are when their child brings home a lover.

Zhongli takes his time through his birthday dinner, though it is not a particularly luxurious meal. In comparison to the exorbitantly priced dinners at Liuli Pavilion he’d taken Hu Tao to in the past, the rather plainly plated, mildly seasoned platters Ajax’s family had set out before him are simple. Yet there is warmth beneath the spices: time, set out in the early dawn for a father and third eldest son to catch fish together, an evening of marinating lamb with rambunctious children, a night time’s worth of lullabies and whispered promises as the sweet scent of cinnamon and jam wafted from the oven. It is simpler food, yes, prepared by amateur hands that have never studied in crowded kitchens and before renowned chefs.

But it tastes of home, inviting and kind; for that Zhongli swears it is one of the loveliest meals he’s ever had in his life.

“I’m surprised you ate everything,” Ajax tells him well after the plates have been collected and their hands have grown wrinkled from washing. Most of his family has retreated, his mother to retire their youngest and the elder siblings departing to give the couple privacy. Even his father, who Ajax had described their relationship as tenacious at best, had given Zhongli a warm hug in celebration of his birthday. “I thought you hated seafood.”

Zhongli grimaces. Ajax laughs, a delightful ring of joy, and his grimace melts into a smile. “I… harbor a dislike for it, yes. But it is not as though I cannot consume it—and your mother spent so long preparing it, wouldn’t it be rude to leave it uneaten?”

“You say that, but you leave my seafood meals uneaten all the time.”

“I was only saving them for someone who would enjoy them more. Who would I be to deny my lover his favorite meal?”

“You’d be a great con artist, you know that? Slippery bastard.”

Ajax dramatically huffs and Zhongli smiles as he opens his hands in clear invitation. The false anger only lasts a moment before Ajax relents, rolling his eyes, and slides into Zhongli’s hug. “You can’t just offer people hugs every time they point out your flaws.”

“Why not? It’s seemed to have worked awfully well for me so far.”

“Oh? Are you hugging anyone other than your fiancé?”

Zhongli’s cheeks warm despite himself, and this time Ajax is the one to squeeze him with a grin. “You shouldn’t be too mean to your fi-an-cé, you know? Or who knows, I’d bring someone else home…”

“Ajax, I hate to inform you of this, but you have few friends. Fewer who would travel to Snezhnaya.”

“What—hey! I could totally invite the traveler!”

“Ah, so my competition is only one after all.”

The punch against his arm is little more than a playful gesture; Zhongli chuckles as Ajax attempts to wriggle out from his hug. “I jest, I promise. Please don’t go: It would be too cruel to leave your fiancé on his birthday, wouldn’t it?”

“It’s not even your actual birthday!” Correct. Even so, Ajax relents in his escape efforts, sagging against him. The sudden increase in weight means little to an Archon, but it is the trust beneath the shift that has Zhongli faltering, heart loud. “Just you wait, I’ll figure out your real birthday eventually.”

“We’d already told your family today is my birthday. Adding another day would make little sense.”

“You think they care? The more birthdays to celebrate, the better.”

“In that case, why not celebrate everyday?”

“Okay, not that many. It’s like…” Ajax trails off, humming in thought. Zhongli soaks in his concentration with affection, leaning his head against Ajax’s shoulder as he waits. It’s not often he’s allowed to witness the more calculative side of his fiancé despite the many years they’ve now spent together, largely due to the fact that Ajax insists on keeping his work and personal life separate. At home, he can relax and leave most of the decisions to Zhongli: a decision made from both their preferences and comfort.

Still, he savors moments like this, where Ajax is deep in thought. Calm, peaceful, and in the arms of the person he’s come to love the most in the world. Free to do little more than stare at the face of his beloved and take in all the features he so little has time to appreciate.

“… it’s hard to think when you’re staring so hard at me.”

“Forgive me, but between the snow and my love, I’d much prefer looking at my love.”

“You’re just—“ Ajax’s complaint fizzles as soon as it begins, eyes full of fond exasperation. It’s an expression Zhongli would have never thought he’d be the culprit of as Liyue’s Archon, and yet, he’s come to treasure every glance Ajax sends his way. “Does Xiao know you’re actually a little shit? Because I think he should know that.”

“I’ve done nothing to be referred to in such a way.”

“And a liar. You know, in Snezhnaya we used to lock people up for that.”

Impossible. Such a law would be much more suited to Fontaine than Snezhnaya, where falsities and secrets are deeply intertwined with the intricacies of romance. Yet Zhongli hums rather than correct.

“I’ve not lied at all today. Do I lack so terribly in expressing my love for you ordinarily that you think my truthful confessions are lies? Would you rather I kiss you every morning as you set off to work, and take you every night loud enough that there will be no doubt of our—“

“OKAY! Okay, okay, shut up, I get it!” Ajax’s cheeks flame as he interrupts, a warmth that creeps from his neck to his ears. Zhongli laughs, bubbling mirth escaping him, while Ajax pinches his cheeks. “Why do I feel like you’ve been laughing at me all day?”

“I’ve little idea of this accusation.”

“You’re laughing at me right now.” Is he? Zhongli raises a hand to his face, failing to hide his still wide grin of amusement. Ajax’s eyes narrow. “Stop that.”

“I’ve hardly done anything.”

“Really? You want to play this game?”

“Game?” Zhongli huffs, transferring his hand from his face to Ajax’s cheek, patting it playfully. “Is that how you refer to spending time with me?”

“Oh, you’re just asking for it.”

“Asking for what?”

Admittedly, he was probably “pushing it” as Ajax would say, but Zhongli would like to contest that claim with the very cute evidence of Ajax’s slightly irritated gaze sent his way. He could hardly help it!

Though, Ajax wouldn’t accept such reasoning. If anything, the sudden mischief sparking in his eyes…

“Asking for this!”

“A-Ajax! W-waihahaaht!” Zhongli startles with a giggle at the sudden move of fingers against his waist, squirming at the ticklish sensation. Ajax grins down on him as his hands skate along his torso, teasing.

“Wait? You sure didn’t wait to tease me, why should I wait for you?”

“I wasn’t! Ehehe, I was telling thehehe! Ahaha, pause!”

“Excuses, excuses!”

If he weren’t so distracted, Zhongli would scold Ajax for interrupting another in the midst of their sentence. Unfortunately, he’s rather busy with trying to grapple at Ajax’s wandering fingers along his sides, sweeping up to poke at the divots between his ribs. Curses his perfectionism while crafting this human form—he could have simply left out the ribs, couldn’t he?

But he hadn’t evidently and now, he had to suffer the consequences.

Zhongli shakes his head as he laughs, successfully grabbing one of Ajax’s wrists only to lose it a moment later when the other hand jumps into his armpit. His giggles rise in volume and pitch, an unruly mess of jumbled syllables; his cheeks redden at his own laughter as he protests.

“A-Ajahahahaax! No, hehehe, it–it’s rude!”

It’s of little use. Ajax’s fingers continue to wander, prodding all of Zhongli’s weak spots, pressing ever closer even though there’s no space left between their bodies. When Ajax’s hair brushes his nape, he squeaks.

“Rude? You’re calling me rude?”

“Nohohoho! This-I-I—not there!”

Zhongli’s words dissolve into embarrassing noises as Ajax’s hands roam downwards to his hips. The actual act of tickling and of being tickled by his lover isn’t something he particularly dislikes: the familiar exploration of Ajax’s hands and the almost determined, grinning face that peers down upon him, if anything, warms his heart. But it is the principle of the matter—that he is a guest at Ajax’s home, generously welcomed as his lover, and rather than setting the family peacefully to sleep he is instead laughing his head off at the hands of the man he is meant to trust the most, at a surely obscene time of the night.

Succinctly put, it’s incredibly rude to be so loud in someone else’s home. Even more so when his laughter echoes in his own ears, wild and desperate at the way Ajax knowingly digs his thumbs in little circles at the center of his hips.

“Naa—AhahaHAHAHAJAHAHAX!”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

It’s too much, not enough, the feeling of his lover’s hands mapping out familiar patterns along his body; Zhongli’s heart thrums in his chest, both hungry for more and aching for a rest. His fingers grapple with Ajax’s, pulling at the bullying hands prying desperate giggles from his throat, but they only dig in deeper with every attempt. “EnouGHAHAHAHAA! STAHAHhahahap!”

“Wellll, I don’t know, should I stop~”

“YeheHEHEHEHEHES! NOHOHO MOOHEHEHEHRE!” Laughter leaves him dizzy when the hands crawl downwards teasingly, pinching his hips and then his inner thighs as he squirms; mercy comes at last when his legs give out beneath him, sending them both to the ground. They don’t crash, luckily, Ajax’s arms crossing around his chest protectively and landing them comfortably on the carpet instead. The contact is still enough to have him giggling, shoulders twisting inwards to protect himself from further tickling.

“Waiahait… Ehehe, stahahap!”

“I’m not even tickling you anymore!” Ajax’s hands rise from his torso to his shoulders, tugging Zhongli back until he’s leaning against his chest, Ajax’s knees rising up to form a protective barrier around his own. Blue eyes enter his tired vision, a hand cradling his cheek as Ajax furrows his brows. “You okay?”

He chuckles again, this time quiet and of his own volition. Ajax’s gaze softens, sweet, and he silently thanks the fact that his thrumming heart could be associated with the tickling attack and not the fervent urge to pull the other down into a kiss. “Ahahaha… Rather odd words from the person who’d chosen to render me in such a state.”

“Hey, this was much needed vengeance after what you’ve put me through today!”

“Was it?” One would think that he’d have learned after Ajax’s “vengeance” about prodding a sleeping narwhal for fun, but Zhongli had been honest when he said his teasing only came from sincere adoration. He leans into Ajax’s palm, nuzzling it before pressing a kiss against the bare wrist and smiling as Ajax’s eyes follow the motion. “Is that all the vengeance you wished to enact on me?”

Ajax swallows. His mouth parts, tongue swiping his bottom lip and leaving it glossy. “Well, I—”

“Do you two have any idea what time it is?!”

Ah. Right. They’re still in Ajax’s parent’s house.

“M-mama! I wasn’t—we weren’t—um, well…!” Zhongli blinks upwards as Ajax all but whole-body flinches away, mouth sputtering as Ajax’s mother stares down at them. Her kind smile at the dinner table remains fixed, but her eyes are…

Even an archon has things they know to fear. Celestia, Descenders, mother-in-laws, to name a few.

“Save it,” she sighs, pinching her nose in exasperation before moving her gaze to Zhongli. “Take him to bed, will you?”

“Wha—hey, he’s the guest!”

“And who was causing all that ruckus?”

Both of them, technically, but it’s clear the madame of the house (understandably) has little patience left for any antics. Ajax bites his cheek as Zhongli chuckles; he rises to his feet, steady now after resting in Ajax’s arms, and pulls the pouting ginger up with him. “My sincere apologies for the ruckus. We’ll be in bed shortly, I promise.”

“I’d hope so,” she says, her gaze returning to Ajax. They stare at each other a moment, her eyes shiny, before she nods. “Good night, you two. And,” her eyes return to him. “Happy birthday, Zhongli. I hope we can celebrate it again next year.”

Next year. He returns her kind smile, squeezing Ajax’s hands. “I’ll be sure to return.”

He waits for her footsteps to recede before Zhongli turns to Ajax, triumph flashing in his gaze. “It appears that I’ve left a successful impressi—hm!”

Ajax’s lips leave him far too quickly only to return again, persistent, hands pulling him into another. They’re quick kisses, breathless and giddy, filling each other’s spaces only long enough to leave them longing for more. He chases after Ajax, maybe, or it’s Ajax who chases after him. They meet in the middle regardless and Zhongli smiles into the kisses that follow.

Perhaps Ajax had a point about the second birthday. He’s already looking forward to the next.

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༺ 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚈𝚘𝚞 ༻

Shachi x cisfem!reader

A birthday treat for all the Shachi lovers out there! I love you, my main mans!! 💖💖💖💖💖

Rated: G

Reader has a huge crush on Shachi, the moment friends become lovers, Reader is a baker, sweet and soft!!

No beta for this, if you see any mistakes, no the fuck you didn't 🥰🥰🥰

ᴿᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱᶜ ⁱˢ ʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᴳ, ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ! ᴹᴰᴺᴵ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵃᵇᵉˡᵉᵈ ⁿˢᶠʷ, ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵇˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ˢⁱᵍʰᵗ. ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ! ♡

The sweet smell of baked goods constantly floated through the Polar Tang ever since you joined, not that anyone's ever complained. Whoever said the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, they weren't lying - especially when it came to Shachi. 

It didn't take the redhead long to catch your attention, always happy to be the guinea pig for your goodies, which, in turn, caused you to spend the most time with him. It didn't bother you in the slightest. 

It got to the point where you would gush to Ikkaku every night as you both settled in your small, shared room, your best friend shaking her head every time with the reply of, “Just tell him!” 

“Absolutely NOT,” You'd snap back, horror flashing across your face before bursting into genuine laughter with her. 

One beautiful Sunday in April, the only place you would be found was in the kitchen. From the moment you woke til the sun set, you worked tirelessly on a new recipe you were praying would come to fruition. 

Taking a bite of your newest creation, you frowned after a few chews, giving a heavy sigh through your nose as you stared down at the pastry. 

“What's got you down, jelly bean?” 

You jump in surprise, turning around to see Shachi sitting at the island that separated the kitchen from the eating area. He had a playful frown on his face, almost in a mocking manner as he chuckled out, 

“Jeez girl! What's got your panties in a twist?” 

He snickers as you whip your small, half bitten donut ball at him, catching it in his hand before popping into his mouth as you reply, 

“I'm just… frustrated. I've been working on this for days and I just…. Can't figure out-” 

“What it's missing?” 

You huff at him with an unimpressed look at him cutting you off, though you nod slightly and continue, 

“It's getting me worked up, I won't lie. I just, ugh, I don't know.” 

You give a heavy shrug before leaning against the counter with your arms crossed, your head tilting back as you give an irritated glare to the metal ceiling. 

“... want some help?” 

Your head raises so you could stare at him instead, eyes flickering over his shaded face to find any indication of joking. You then gave another heavy sigh before nodding again, waving to your bowl of batter on the counter beside you. 

He quickly sat up and came around the island, humming and haa-ing to himself as he looked over everything on the counter. 

“Are you dead set on the vanilla?” 

You raise a curious eyebrow at him though he doesn't reply, instead grabbing a small vial of caramel extract, giving a small grin before opening the lid and tipping it into the batter. You stiffened at his actions, watching him with a hawk-eyed stare as he moved it into the batter before making a small ball and dropping it into the pot of oil on the stove. 

He carefully used the slotted spoon to turn the ball over, finally taking it out when it was golden brown. He spooned it into the bowl on the counter containing sugar and cinnamon, rolling it around for a few seconds before taking it out and holding it out to you. 

“Shachi, it's still hot! Put it down, you goof!” 

He laughed and shook his head slightly before taking a bite, his sharp teeth tearing into the donut ball easily. He hissed as steam immediately rose, his free hand coming up to rub at the tip of his nose before offering you the other piece. 

You cupped a hand under his, ready to catch the ball, but he didn't drop it, only holding it closer to your face with a slightly cheeky smirk. You rolled your eyes in return, a playful grin on your own lips as you took the rest of the ball into your mouth. 

You couldn't see it, but his eyes widened behind his shades, his breath catching in his throat as your tongue brushed against his fingers tips, lapping the cinnamon sugar off them gently. You haa-ed out the steam, quickly chewing the donut, and you couldn't stop the wide grin that overcame your face as the sweet tasted danced over your tastebuds. 

“Shachi! That was genius!” 

The redhead grinned in return, rubbing the back of his head with a shaky laugh before he replied,

“Ah, it was nothing. I just feel like I've watched you enough to know what would work well?” 

You rested a hand over your heart as you gave a soft, “Aww, Shachi…” before you pulled him into a tight hug. He clung to you in return, his heart pounding in his chest as your perfume fell over his senses. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to breathe you in as much as possible, etching the feel of your body against his into memory almost desperately. 

When you finally pulled away, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, grinning up at him as you commented, 

“I couldn't have done it without you. Thanks Shachi.” 

He couldn't reply, his words dying in his throat as the sound of his heart thudding descended him. He stared down at you near breathlessly, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he leaned in slightly. 

Your cheeks burned at the movement, your eyes flickering from his shaded eyes to his lips a few times before you met him halfway, your eyes finally sliding shut as your lips met his. 

He pulled you right to him, chest to chest as one of his hands went to your hair, his palm cradling the back of your head as he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against your lips, begging for entrance. You gave it with a soft, muffled moan, your fingers tightening around his boiler suit as if to keep him as close as possible. 

When you finally parted to breathe, you stared each other down before he finally broke the silence with, 

“... So, that totally means you're my girlfriend now, right?”

You blinked a few times before bursting into laughter, grinning up at him as you responded, 

“I guess so! I also guess this means it's your birthday gift.” 

He choked at that, his own cheeks burning as he jokingly moaned out, 

“Aww, you didn't get me a real gift?” 

You laughed and shook your head, one hand moving to cup his cheek as you brushed the tip of your nose against his lovingly as you joked back,

“You don't need anything. Just knowing you have me now should be more than enough!” 

Shachi pouted slightly before leaning in to press a few soft kisses to your lips, holding you to him again for a bit before finally letting you go. He gently pushed loose hair from your face behind your ear before asking, 

“Did you want me to help you with this?” 

You looked over your shoulder at your project for a moment before humming, turning back to him with a small grin as you commented, 

“Honestly, I think I'd have much more fun doing this with you. I'd love your help.”

He grins in response before peppering your face in a few sweet kisses, thanking whatever gods existed above that you loved him just as much as he loved you. 

“Best birthday ever,” he breathed, catching your lips in one more loving kiss. 

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Pretty Boy

Don't get me wrong, I love all the fluff I am writing, but boy oh boy... I need something to spice it up. I need angst! I need some juicy juicy drama if you know what i mean.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this piece short. However, I am hoping to get out some more pieces. I just know that once summer comes I'll have so much time to write! It seems so far but... I finish the end of April so!

Masterlist

Pairing: Elvis (or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Spelling and Grammatical Errors. Let me know if I miss anything!

Word Count: 649

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Your favorite time was when you were able to lay in bed with your boyfriend. And you meant more than just when you two went to sleep. It would be early in the morning and you two have just woken up. You two would find comfort in each other's arms. Talk about your lives and just enjoy the moment.

“When I was younger I was a little rascal.” You started your story. Elvis let out a gasp and shook his head. 

“No way,” Elvis stated in disbelief. You rolled his eyes playfully at him and pushed him gently over. 

“Let me finish,” you giggled, “as I was saying… My parents used to take me around to the bakery a lot. I just about put my hand in anything. The proofed bread, the cinnamon, the toppings. You name it I did it. There was one time when my mother was baking cinnamon rolls and we were putting the icing on and I just ate it. It was all over my face, in my hair… it was everywhere.”

“So that’s why you eat so many cinnamon rolls,” Elvis said in a questioning tone.

“Well, I love cinnamon rolls. I especially loved the icing my mother made. Put the two together, I was a very happy toddler.” 

“I can just imagine icing all over your face.” He smiled and pulled you closer. You looked up at him and returned his smile with one of your own. 

“When you’re not home I just make icing and eat it.” You told him. He raised his eyebrow at you. He was trying to decide if you did in fact do that, or if you were just lying to him. “I’m lying, Elvis.” You giggled.

“Right well… I wouldn’t put it past you or your rascal's ways.” You hummed at his response and brought your hand up to his face.

“You’re very pretty, Elvis.”

“Pretty?” Elvis questioned your compliment. You nodded and ran your hand through his hair. 

“Sure, you’re handsome…. Hot… sexy… but you’re very pretty.” You smiled. Elvis didn’t understand what his insides were doing. In fact, he thought he was having a heart attack. Being called pretty was definitely new to him and he liked it. 

“That’s new,” he commented and looked up at the ceiling. 

“I’ll be sure to say it more often then.” You smiled and sat up. You threw your leg over his waist and stared down at him. “Because you’re my pretty boy.”

“Now you’re makin’ it weird,” he laughed gently and pulled you closer. He pressed his lips onto yours for a sweet sensational kiss. “I like when you call me pretty though.” He admitted after you two pulled apart. 

“Yeah?” You said with a small smile.

“Mhm,” he nodded and wrapped his arms around him. 

“Well, I love you. My pretty pretty pretty pretty angel.” You poked his cheek after every pretty.

“I love you too.”

“Okay, now it’s your turn.” You brought up. He let out a hum and thought about what story to tell you. 

“For my birthday one year when I was much younger, ma mama got me my first guitar.”

“Elvis, I already know this story-“

“Let me finish,” he pressed his finger against your lips. “As I was saying… she got me my first guitar. I didn’ really want it. In fact, I would instead have gotten a bike or something a normal kid would like.”

“Okay…?” You raised your eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, I wanted a bike so that I could ride to the rock of eternity.” You smiled softly at his response. You ran your fingers along his jawline. 

“I have a feeling you’re already there, Elvis.” You kissed him gently. Elvis smiled against your lips and gave you a squeeze. There was no way in hell that he deserved you, but he made sure to thank God every night. 

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[gucciwins]

valentine’s day sweethearts 

a/n: hola amores! feliz día de san valentín! happy valentine’s day!!! you’re all my valentine’s 🤍🤍🤍 sending you lots of hugs and kisses 😘 happy reading 🤍

word count: 2725

midnight kiss // birthday kiss

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Valentine’s day.

A day to shower friends and loved ones with even more love on a special day. Y/N remembers in grade school how excited she was to give out notes to everyone in her class receiving sweet treats. Her dad would always show up with flowers for Y/N and her brother. Daisies for him and tulips for Y/N. While their mom got two bouquets instead of her one. Y/N’s father always brought home a new bouquet for her mom during the week. Her parents showed her that love can be shown in the smallest and largest ways.

Y/N had a tradition: she went to her friend’s apartment and gifted them a bouquet of flowers. It was a small gesture but a reminder that she loved her friends and was thinking of them. Harry promised her he’d see her for dinner. He promised her they wouldn’t be going out but would need her to arrive at his apartment by six pm. Harry wanted to pick her up, but his car was in the shop, and Y/N assured him it was fine for her to drive over. That she would be able to stay the night and drive to work the next morning was no big deal. It makes Harry happy when she decides to sleep over.

“Happy Valentine’s day!” Y/N greets her friend Crystal who opens the door, still dressed in her teddy bear pajamas. The surprise is clear on her face welcoming Y/N with a warm hug.

“You sweet angel,” Crystal motions for her to come in, but Y/N shakes her head.

Y/N gestures to her car, “have a few more stops to make.”

Crystal holds a hand over her heart. “I’m so lucky to call you my friend.”

“See you for brunch Sunday?” Y/N calls over her shoulder as she approaches her car.

“Mimosas on me,” Crystal promises.

Y/N from there visited Maisie, Enrique, Sasha, and Ariana. Her friend group was small, but it was mighty. She met most of her friends at uni except for Maisie, who was her neighbor growing up. She loved her friends and constantly reminded them in her own way. Everyone was happy to see her; Maisie, the only one who seemed to remember she did this each year, greeted her with fresh cinnamon rolls and freshly brewed coffee.

Y/N gasps as she accepts the gifts, “do-do you love me?”

Maisie would roll her eyes, not even bothering to answer Y/N, and instead sent her on her way home with a full stomach because she had someone coming over. It seems Y/N wasn’t the only one getting lucky tonight. Y/N had even repeatedly reminded her brother not to call her today for any reason. Gus got lonely on holidays because his girlfriend was out of town traveling for work, but Y/N reminded him it wasn’t her job to be taking care of her older brother.

Before arriving home, Y/N stopped at the market, wanting to run in and grab a few strawberries because she wanted to take a small dessert to Harry’s for them to share. Arriving home, she’s quick to settle everything in her kitchen, knowing she must melt the dark chocolate and wash the strawberries. Y/N plays the playlist Harry shared with her a few days ago that he said reminded him of her. Y/N thought it was sweet. She never had someone dedicate a song to her, let alone a whole playlist. It made her heart flutter whenever she heard a song about falling in love because Y/N was sure she felt ready to say those words to Harry but knew it was too soon. She’d let her feelings grow. No need to add pressure on herself over their relationship when it’s going well.

Y/N thought it was a little cheesy to wear a pink dress, but she had been saving it for a special occasion and knew it would be perfect for today. The dress has a flirty square neckline, lace up on the shoulders, and ruffles on the hem. The pink fabric shines differently under the light; she pairs it with a pearl necklace her grandmother gifted her before she passed away; to tie the look together, she wore her black Mary Janes. They were her favorite pair of shoes, and Y/N knew she’d be able to pair all her outfits with these specific shoes.

Y/N: on my way xx

Harry: drive safe xx

Harry: door will be unlocked xx

Y/N: that’s not safe. xx

Harry: i’ll wait for you outside then xx

The drive over is quick, something she’s thankful for because she’s excited to see Harry. Y/N knows she saw him last night when he stopped by the shop to bring her dinner. A burger and fries. She had told him she’d been craving one, and he thought it’d be nice to see her and make sure she was fed. He was kind enough to bring Gus a burger even though he was why Y/N had to stay late that night. Y/N’s tattoo appointment got scheduled last night as well. Gus promised her she could have it done whenever the benefits of being his sister, but Harry wanted to make sure to pick the day with her so that he could ask for the day off from work and take care of her. It would be happening soon enough, and Y/N couldn’t wait.

As promised, Harry is outside waiting for her as she pulls into his empty parking space. Harry quickly bounces over to her door, swinging it open before she even has time to unbuckle herself. His excitement is evident, and Y/N can’t help but let it rub off on her.

“Hi, poppet,” Harry takes her hand, helping her out of her car. Y/N pats down her dress before letting Harry bring her in for a hug. Harry takes a moment to breathe her in, “smell so sweet, love.”

“Yeah?” Y/N lifted her head, “it’s this new perfume I wanted to try.”

Harry grinned; he knew it wasn’t the same. She normally had a vanilla smell, but now she smelled like his mother’s rose garden and a basket of freshly picked strawberries. “It’s perfect,” he assures her. “Where’s your bag? Let me carry it up for you.” Harry lets go of her with a kiss on her cheek, going to open the backseat when Y/N tries to stop him.

“Harry, wait,” but he’s too quick.

He opens the car door to find a bouquet of yellow and white daisies wrapped with a large pink bow. Next to it is a crocheted heart. He reaches for it carefully, holding it in his arms. Harry knows it was handmade, the closing stitch is a bit wonky and maybe a little overstuffed, but Harry loves it because Y/N made it.

“Is-is this for me?” Harry asks, surprised.

“No, it’s for my side piece,” she jokes, and by the light laugh Harry lets out, she knows he picked up on teasing. “It’s for you, H. The flowers reminded me of you, and thought you deserved a piece of my heart,” she whispers the last bit, but Harry catches every word.

He picks up the flowers, cradling them carefully. He stares at his gifts with awe, and Y/N fills with joy, knowing he loves the gifts she got him.

“You’re an angel, Y/N. Thank you. Not so sure about my gift now,” he tells her honestly.

Y/N’s face lights up at the word gift. She didn’t expect to receive anything from him. “You got me a gift?”

Harry pinches her cheeky lightly, “course I did, poppet.”

A simple touch from Harry has her melting in her spot, “you didn’t have to.”

Harry is always surprised by her. He knows he didn't have to get her a gift, just like she didn't need to get him one. He enjoys making her smile, whether it’s making her different origami with the paper he keeps tucked in his car or making sure his apartment is stocked with her favorite popcorn. “I wanted to, poppet. Now let's head on up.” Harry sniffs the flowers before passing them to Y/N to carry. He throws Y/N’s overnight on his shoulder, the heart she crochets in his hand, then holds her hand, guiding them up to his apartment. Y/N knows the way. Of course, she does, but let’s him indulge in looking out for her.

She takes her bag back from him, taking it to his room while he goes to put his flowers in a vase. He takes a second to admire the flowers, taking a photo to send to his mum and show off his new plushie and flowers. Y/N meets him in the kitchen with a box in her hand. She hands it off to him without saying anything. He’s too curious to even think about asking her what could be inside. He opens the pink box and finds an assortment of chocolate-covered strawberries inside.

“Poppet, these look amazing!” Harry takes one out and brings it to his mouth, eager to take a bite, when he pauses to look at Y/N. “Can I eat one, or are we saving it for later?”

“Try it, H.” Y/N encourages him, wanting to know how they turned out.

He takes a bite, and the sweetness fills his mouth. Harry notices the bitterness of the chocolate pairs well with the strawberries' rich flavor.

“Mhmm…it’s wonderful, poppet. Give it a try.” Harry extends his hand for her to take the rest of his berry, but she ignores it instead, stepping closer to him. He feels his brain freeze, having her close in his space, able to smell her unique scent. Y/N smiles at the bit of chocolate stain on the corner of his mouth.

“Poppet, don’t yo–” Y/N cuts him off by kissing him. She melts against him, tasting the chocolate. Harry melts against Y/N, allowing her to explore his mouth, getting her own taste of the sweet concoction. He wishes the kiss would never end, but Y/N pulls back breathless, a smirk on her face.

“You’re right. It was yummy.” She wipes away the bit of chocolate left on the corner of his mouth, popping her finger. Harry feels dizzy watching her effortlessly make him lose his mind. “Happy Valentine's day, Harry. Thanks for being my sweetheart.” The blush on Harry’s face is profound, but he doesn’t mind one bit, not when she’s looking at him like she wants to eat him alive.

“Come on, I got to show you your present.” Harry steals one more kiss before taking her to the small backyard, where he has a shady lemon tree that will soon blossom with flowers, and she can’t wait for the day Harry makes her the lemonade he promised.

The backyard is decorated with string lights and a projector screen. A large blanket is spread out with an endless supply of pillows and food displayed on one side. Y/N even spots a large bowl of kettle corn, her favorite. “Dirty Dancing!” Y/N exclaims as she focuses on the screen in front of her. Harry kept telling her he’d never watch it and that it was overrated, but she didn’t know that his older sister made him watch it over and over again because one day, someone would come into his life, and he needed to be prepared. Harry had planned everything out perfectly for them. Y/N pouts feeling overwhelmed. She doesn’t even realize her emotions start coming out as tears until Harry scoops her up in his arms and shushes her promising to change anything she doesn’t like. “No!” She yells. “Don’t change anything. It’s perfect.”

Harry brushes away her tears, careful not to smear the pink eyeliner she worked hard to get perfect. “Then what are the tears for? Hmm…”

Y/N hides her face against his chest, “i-i-it’s everything. You took the time to do this lovely setup for us. Makes me feel special.”

“Will you look at me, poppet?” Harry asks softly. She lifts her head, meeting his kind eyes. “There’s my pretty girl. I promise to always keep surprising you. It’s not just going to be on silly little holidays.”

Y/N grins and kisses him. She knows he wanted today to be special, not that she expected anything. All she wanted was to spend the day with him, cuddling and kissing. That would be enough to make her happy.

“Thank you, Harry.”

They settle on the blankets and watch the film. Y/N starts off watching the movie and eating snacks but slowly changes her focus to Harry, who’s watching the movie intently. She stares at him, admiring his beauty and his festive outfit. He’s wearing black corduroy pants with a white cardigan that has different colored hearts stitched all around. Her favorite part has to be the hearts on his nails. Y/N wishes she had gotten the idea, but she hopes she can convince him to get his nails done with her next month. Something tells her it won’t be hard to get him to say yes.

She’s lost in thought until Harry throws popcorn at her forehead. She watches it land on her lap before turning to Harry, who can’t stop laughing. “Sorry, poppet. You were lost. I needed to bring you back.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, picks up the popcorn, and pops it into her mouth. “Yummy.”

“What were you thinking?” Harry looks at her, intrigued, forgetting about the movie.

She shrugs, “about you.”

Harry feels his cheek burn but doesn’t dare look away from her. “Me? Little ol’ me,” he jokes.

“Thinking we should get our nails done together.” Y/N flashes him her chipped yellow nails. Harry smiles because it’s a thought he had when he went to get them done with his friend Ash.

“I’ll set up an appointment for us,” he tells her, and just like that, Y/N knows Harry’s her perfect match. Y/N had a hard time dating, continually fearing that her partner would get tired of spending time with her, but here Harry is happy to indulge her in getting their nails done together.

Harry reaches forward, brushing her hair away, “you’ve become my favorite person, Y/N.” He looks at her so intently that all she can do is kiss him. His hand rests on her cheek as he deepens the kiss. It’s easy to get lost in each other, enjoying the taste of cherry cola and sweet caramel popcorn. “Can I tell you something?”

“Always,” Y/N rests her head against one of the pillows, letting Harry cuddle closer to her. He lets out a deep breath reaching over for another strawberry Y/N made, and takes a bit. Y/N doesn’t feel the need to rush him, knowing he’s opening up at his own pace. “I never cared about Valentine’s day,” Harry confesses as he finishes the strawberry in his hand.

Harry smiles as he catches Y/N watching him. She’s smiling at him, and Harry knows he’ll never get tired of her smile. “I-I don’t think I’ve ever celebrated this holiday. Always gift my friends flowers and call it a day. The shop is usually busy. Gus does tattoo flashes for a few holidays. It’s another normal day,” Y/N shrugs, trying to brush off how much today actually means to her.

He nods, “I think any day spent with you is special.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, “you did not just say that!”

“What?” Harry laughs, confused. “I was being sincere.”

“You’ve been sweet the entire evening, and that’s enough, Harry.”

The rest of the night is spent sharing childhood stories and awful university first dates. It’s clear Harry has had the worst, but Y/N thinks she’s had the most embarrassing. It doesn’t matter because, at the end of the day, they’re just stories to be shared. Y/N doesn’t know where she and Harry will be in three months, let alone a year, but she knows the memories she’s creating with Harry will be worth sharing.

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[goldengirlls]

prologue

summary— before you, there was no me

pairing— proathlete!bucky x reader

warnings— language, drinking, heart break, tooth rotting fluff and smooches

a/n— thought it was time i share a version of bucky!! and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY BOY SEB!!!

series masterlist

twelve years ago

“Dude Buck, did ya hear the news?” His very own partner in crime— Steve Rogers spoke. Grinning ear to ear. 

“Huh? What news Steve?“ Puzzled and looking at his friend like he grew three heads as he took his seat in the stuffy middle school classroom. 

“There's a new girl.” His eyebrows wiggled around and a smirk formed on the word new.

“Yes Steve I did as a matter of—.” 

It was one of those breathless moments when he saw you for the very first time. In a stuffy eighth grade classroom in Brooklyn with a dopey boyish smile plastered on his face and steel eyes sparkling a little brighter when he saw you. 

Dusty cheeks and light pink colored lips. Cotton candy sunsets and peonies he’d declare as yours. Opium and fresh linen invaded his thoughts as it lingered in the love sick atmosphere.

A smile that he swore was sweeter than Winnie’s homemade cinnamon rolls. He watched as you tucked a piece of hair between your ear and sat two feet from him.

Gold soaring through his chest when your eyes connected with his— dizzy and out of breath. He needed a second to regain his composure, he couldn’t embarrass himself— not yet anyways. How could someone you’ve never spoken to make you feel that way? But that didn’t matter because the moment his eyes fell on you, you were it for him. No other person in the world would matter to him the way you were going to. 

The world stopped and the stars aligned. He was love struck. And in that moment his world would never be the same. 

“Hi I’m Y/n.” A glow tinted your cheekbones, glossy lips— boy did he wanna kiss you for the rest of his life. And your eyes, were they twinkling? Yeah, no they were, just like the stars on a warm night looking over the bridge. “James, right?”

“Uh— yeah, that’s me James.” Red brushed over his face and his bottom lip coming between his white smile teeth. “Or Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you, James or Bucky.” Gentle eyes sweeping across his face as your smile curved into the symbol of night.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n.” Tongue tied and hopelessly in love. He was living in the golden hour. “James.”

The pause heavy and present “Sorry?” 

“I like the way you say it.” 

“Alright, James.” 

Sunshine on a rainy day. The brightest star in the sky. Now his favorite constellation— the one he would come to know the most about. By far the best planet in the universe. And one day you would be his entire universe. That he was sure of. Promise of tomorrow, he thought. You would be everything he never knew he needed in his life. 

James Buchanan Barnes was royally screwed.

ten years ago

Personal space didn’t exist when you were around Bucky. You learned after years of friendship spent with late night conversations under your white sheets, stolen glances and many sporting events where he’d claim he needed to hold your hand. Y’know just in case. It was a romance straight out of movies— best friends fall for one another and boy did you fall hard for the six foot steel eyed boy. 

It only got worse when you two started dating. And boy were you okay with all that came with the boyish smile, baseball cap and those two words— my girl.

Always needing to feel you in some capacity— whether it was his hand slotting into yours, fingers intertwining with one another or his bicep wrapped around your neck as he mumbled into your hairline I love you as he walked you to class. 

“James— Jamie— you’re gonna get in trouble with Coach.” Managing to mumble out as his lips attacked the column of your neck. Stray kisses adorned your jawline, bruises left in the path of his destruction. His bicep rippling next to your head, the hat he once wore littered on the floor and his palm meeting the small of your back the more he pressed against you. 

“Mhm don’t care. Can’t wear this outfit and expect me to be a gentleman around m’girl.” He quipped right back, pulling away for one moment. Breathless and lovestruck.

His head spinning when his eyes trace over you. The glow of your skin, dusty cheeks and your voice delicate and soft when you respond to his antics. 

“James you say that about every outfit I wear-“ You mumble out before his lips connect with the corners of your mouth, then connecting your lips with his. Needing to remember the way your lips felt against his, the watermelon lip gloss with a dash of mint, the way you hum in content when he finds home along them. His tongue swiping over yours—begging you to let him in. A craving only getting worse by the second.

“‘S true. Walkin’ around all the time lookin’ illegal. How do you expect me to be a gentleman or for a matter of fact keep my hands to myself. Afterall us baseball boys are good with our ha—“ lips cutting him off, the only way to ever shut him up— he once told you and he smiles into the all consuming kiss. 

Bucky knew you better than baseball. It was the little details for him— the dimple on the right side above your cheek, the crease you’d get between your forehead when you thought too vicariously about something, the fidgeting of your necklaces when you were anxious, all of that made him love you a little more everyday. The brightest star in the sky. 

Hands pushing him away from you, still engulfing your presence and a pointed look thrown at him, “You have a game to win.” You mutter out, fixing the mess he created— shit eating smirk adorning his face as he watches you. 

“Fine, fine, ‘m going but I'll see ya tonight and I expect eight when you get there.” Adam apple bobbing, hands resting on each side of you against the gym wall. But not before he presses one (or a few) more symbols of his love from his lips to your jaw making his way back to your pillow lips. Just one more kiss, for good luck he mumbled against you, before he reluctantly pushed himself off you before he got carried away. On last fleeting look as he catches himself in the door way shooting you a wink and his lips carve eight into the air around him.

“Idiot.” Cloudy colored manicured fingers trace over your lips and glimmer in your eye as you make your way to the stadium to watch your love struck baseball boy.

Today's were his and his tomorrow's were yours, so he thought.

eights years ago

If he could go back and change everything— he would. In a blink of an eye. A snap of his fingers.

It was on repeat. A never ending cycle. A horrible nightmare he couldn’t come out of. 

Every word floated around his head, the twinkle in your eyes— disappeared into the night, your fingers turning a part of him— an anxious habit he never thought he’d be the reason for. It haunted him. Living in his mind were the words he spoke to you that made you crumble and break into pieces he knew he couldn’t fix. Bucky never imagined he would be the reason for not only his nightmares but yours. Something he felt everyday for the past eight years. 

The goodbye on a cruel loop with a broken button he couldn’t fix.

Blue baseball cap crumbled in his hand, red painted his face, his gaze never left your broken eyes. He watched a tear slide down the place he kissed before each game and held between his hands when he confessed that he was head over heels in love with you. 

Your eyes always welcomed him home. Always reminding him that with one look from you, everything would be okay. He was safe. Instead the eyes that once danced with the moon as stars sprinkled in her hair were replaced with something he’d only seen once and hoped to never see again. 

Water lined your favorite shade of blue, his six foot self trembled with each breath he took. 

“Remember when you said you’d take all the nightmares away?” Her voice cracked after each word— broken like how she felt. Eyes raked over his glassy eyes— one last thing she thought, then walk away. 

She was losing herself and it was all his fault. He was to blame for one of the few good things in his life — no the only good thing. His home. 

His arms itching to reach for you and shield you away from all the pain— the pain he caused. He couldn’t. Losing that privilege when all those words left his mouth that day. 

A meek nod was the only thing he could give you.

“Now I’m living in the worst one and you’re the reason for it.”

Bucky winced, glued to the floor as he processed the hard words and the harsh truth— no longer being able to call you his anymore. 

And he had to watch the million reasons follow as you walked away from him for the last time. 

That moment still living in the silence between every thought that crossed his mind. 

He saw you everywhere. When the sun tucked itself away so the stars would shine a little brighter. In every cotton candy sunset he caught a glimpse of the first moment he laid his eyes on you. But the one place he saw you the most was in himself. Killing him a little bit everyday. If he could he’d go back, undo it all; he’d take you to where the stars kissed the ocean like he once did. 

And just maybe he’d have the chance to show you the million reasons within the million moments on why he loved you.

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[sheep-and-lykos]

Kinktober Day 2 - Lingerie: Jesse McCree x Fem!Reader

‘Come to your room after 8:00. ~ (Y/n)’

Jesse reread the little sticky note held between his fingers again and again, eyes rolling over your curly writing and gazing at the little heart you colored in with pen in the bottom corner. A quick look at his phone’s clock read that it was nearly ten minutes after 8:00 at night. He smirked and pocketed the note when he neared his door, pausing for a minute at the holopad to punch his numbers in. He could hear some soft music coming from just beyond the door, dim light illuminated from underneath.

The door flew open and Jesse was left standing there, like a deer in the headlights and his mouth now slightly open. A chill of excitement rolled down his spine. He stepped forward, just barely into the room before the door slid shut behind him.

Before him laid the most beautiful sight his eyes could lay on.

“Hi, Jesse,” your hypnotizing voice rang in his ears.

He thought he was hallucinating, like he had been in the desert for days and was staring at a pool of water that really wasn’t there. His mouth was dry, his chest was heavy, his pants were suddenly straining at the zipper.

“Darlin’,” he greeted back softly.

“Happy birthday, cowboy.”

You were an absolute sin. You looked better than any model he had ever seen.

And here you were, splayed out on his own damn bed wearing some naughty clothing that must have been a bitch to get past Winston. You must have picked it up when you were out on a mission and snuck it back on to base.

It was a black lacey babydoll dress, the material was so thin and see-through that he worried about tearing it with just one tug at the fabric. It was long and loose and flowy, coming to your mid-thigh and the hem was lined with silk and a lace trim. The straps were red and tied intricately around your neck and probably along your back too. Just underneath the babydoll dress, Jesse could spy the bustier and your panties; Both black to match the dress. The bustier looked delicious on you, hugging you so tight and really showing off all of your heavenly curves from the rise of your breasts to the crook of your back. The panties were solid black and satin, the hems were all lacey. There was the smallest bow Jesse had ever seen right at the top of the hem, red in color to match the straps of your babydoll dress.

You had garters that started at your upper thighs, black leather smoothly hugging your legs. Silver buckles shined in the low lighting of his room, more black straps ran down just a bit to only grab at black knee-high socks hugging even more of your soft flesh. Following the curves of your legs to your feet showed that you were wearing black high heels, the leather was polished and shiny and the undersides were a bright red to match. Your makeup was smoky and your lips were painted like a movie star, your hair was done-up all nice and pretty.

And your smell. Jesse could fall in love all over again from just your smell. You always smelled so nice, but now, it was even more heavenly. He could smell it from where he stood, cutting off the cigarettes and whiskey on his breath from earlier. Vanilla rum with a hint of cinnamon.

God, he wanted to lay with you all day and forget the world existed.

You were laying on your side, the bed had been neatly made and tucked in better than any army soldier. Your arm was propped up, hand keeping your head up. Your lips were pulled into a satisfied smirk and you were eyeing him where he stood before the door.

He shuddered, feeling his pulse pound in his dick like a war drum under your gaze. He licked his dry lips with an even drier tongue, mustering up courage to break the silence.

“Darlin’, aren’t you just the prettiest sight I’d ever lay eyes on.” His baritone drawl sent warmth down your back. There was a carnal hunger in his eyes, and you were prepared to rile him up even more. “You got this dolled up just for my birthday?”

“Along with your present from this morning, yes.”

You both found yourselves snickering at the memory from just a handful of hours earlier; He had woken up to you absent in bed, but in your place laid his presents from you. The card was some cheesy cowboy card and his present was wrapped with cute wrapping paper of cacti wearing cowboy hats or holding onto little six-shooters and tumbleweeds. You had gotten him a few things; a shiny new holster, a new serape, new spurs, a fancy lighter amongst some other items.

But the best part was the little sticky note at the bottom of the box.

‘Come to your room after 8:00. ~ (Y/n)’

You wouldn’t elaborate on what it meant when he would ask you about it later, and damn, he really is very satisfied with the surprise.

Jesse stepped towards the bed, his spurs jingling with every step. You had raised yourself up and sat up, your eyes following him. Jesse had gotten to the edge of the bed when you finally moved from the spot you’ve been sitting in for God knows how long. Jesse had reached out to touch your leg when you rolled off the bed. Jesse gave you a confused look until he suddenly found himself with his butt hitting the firm mattress as he caught himself on his elbows.

It was now that he noticed you had also defied uniform regulation, red acrylic nails had adorned your fingertips.

Your hands caressed his knees, nails lightly scratching at the denim of his dark jeans. You slowly parted his legs.

“And what do you think yer’ doin’?”

“Taking care of you, of course,” you purred back. “It’s your birthday, you deserve to be pampered.” One of your hands had slid down his his tented crotch. Jesse hissed when he felt your hand cup at his straining erection, he couldn’t help the way his hips bucked into your touch. “Somebody is eager.”

“Darlin’, don’ test me, please.”

Your hand left his family jewels and your fingers snatched at his button-up shirt and pulled him up. You climbed into Jesse’s lap, making sure to settle yourself very close to his clothed erection. The man before you was so close to trembling from just touch alone, all he wanted was you.

You trailed a nail across his broad chest as you looked into his eyes.

“You wanna unwrap your gift now, don’t you?” Instead of answering you, Jesse’s hands shot up and snatched at your hips, bucking his hips up. He could feel the heat just dripping from your womanhood. He wanted to ruin you so badly, you could see the fire lit in his eyes. “You’re just going to have to wait.”

When you swatted his hands away playfully, it was like his own world came crashing down around him.

He was about to argue back when felt one of your nails snag onto a button on his shirt.

“Babydoll, please, I need to touch ya. I need to feel ya.” 

“You’re going to have to wait, Jesse.”

You could see the flame burn wilder in his eyes. Even as they narrowed, you still reveled in the sight of him being impatient but respectful at the same time. You wondered what was going on in that head of his, but then again, Jesse was an easy book to read when you know his tells. The way his hands are balled at your sides, fingers gripping tightly on the thin and flowy material of the babydoll dress. The way his breathing was eerily still for someone whose dick is right about to pop out of the fly of his straining jeans.

He was going to wreck you the first chance he got.

And you were living for that moment. All you had to do was rile him up just a little more.

You shifted onto him, lowering yourself more until you were basically sitting in his lap. You ground yourself onto his erection, moaning softly in his ear at the pleasure the friction brought. You loosely draped your arms over his big and burly shoulder, linking your hands together behind his head. The little moan had him grabbing at you harder, nails biting into your skin dangerously.

“Yer playin’ a dangerous game, (Y/n),” he warned.

“Am I?” You brought one of your hands up to the back of his head where you twisted and twirled a lock of his hair around your index finger. You had wrapped enough hair around your finger and tugged, earning you a deep growl from inside of that delicious broad chest of his. “I thought I was doing something nice for your birthday.”

“Teasin’ me ain’t nice, darlin’.”

You hand brought your hands back to his front, one hand rested on his shoulder while the other played with his buttons. You twisted and rolled the smooth black button of his button-up flannel between your fingers before slipping the button out of its slot. The first two had already been left open when you had just undone number three to reveal the gray t-shirt underneath. The red and black lumberjack flannel was his favorite, he even claimed it was lucky too; He claimed it was the reason he had worked up the courage to ask you out on a date last year.

You undid the fourth and the fifth buttons just as slow as the third, making sure to caress his strong body as you went further down. Whatever was left of Jesse’s patience had been thrown out of the window faster than he can fan the hammer of Peacekeeper.

He couldn’t handle it anymore, something inside of him snapped. He snatched onto your hips and dug his fingertips into your skin. He suddenly tore the baby doll dress off of you and tossed the material somewhere on his floor. He had pinned you to the bed beneath him out of nowhere as his hands fumbled with his belt.

“Jesse!” you scolded. “Do you know how hard it was to sneak this shit in? And how expensive this all was?”

“Sorry darlin’, but you should know not to tease me.”

He stopped fumbling with his zipper and opened belt to grab at your panties and snatch them off, the material tearing at the seams under his brute strength.

“Jesse!”

His hands snatched at your legs to still them.

“I like the thigh-highs, keep em on.”

#overwatch imagines #jesse mccree #mccree #mccree x reader #cassidy x reader #cole cassidy

[kabybaali]

For Wen Ning's birthday event day 2, I made a Collab with my sweet friend uwu

Art made by me

Story made by @vahntares 💖

Wen Ning couldn't help but push the tray with the steaming red bean cakes away from the prying hands trying to steal them.

"Āiyā! I never imagined you could be so cold-hearted! You hide under those kind eyes and that beautiful smile!"

His cheeks tinged slightly, as he had never been accused of such things before, yet his hands remained firm and steady.

"The-they’re not ready y-y-yet!"

"Are you going to keep them away from me? I've never been able to taste one of these! A-Ning, please have mercy on this tormented soul, you're denying water to a man who spent years in the desert!"

More nonsense. Wen Ning could only hope that the heat in the kitchen was enough to explain the blushing heat on his face.

He stood his ground, as he had promised himself to give his best to the beaming young man in front of him, even if it cost him some teasing. Especially since, as he said, he had never tasted a red bean cake before and the experience had to be perfect. The young man pouted, yet Wen Ning already knew every single one of his false expressions inside out. So many months together were not in vain.

They met each other at a private event. Wen Ning's desserts were highly sought after and both his teachers and peers felt envy and admiration for his quick rise to fame. And that young man had been so fascinated by what he was eating that without a second thought he decided to spend the rest of the evening in the kitchen next to him.

After that it was hard to shake him off, although he never really tried. Something about his smile made it hard to refuse his company, not to say that all his remarks at the meal were very sharp and precise.

And all the requests he had were always gladly fulfilled once the cafeteria was closed.

It was a shared little space the two of them had build.

Wen Ning saw the red bean cakes and let out a big sigh.

"Fifteen minutes!"

Wei Ying shook his legs as he became increasingly impatient

"A-Ning! Don't you feel bad making me wait for SO long? Is this your customer service?"

Wen Ning thought it would be better not to answer. If Wei Ying ate the cakes at that moment he would most likely burn his tongue and all his effort would be thrown away.

''Good things come to those who wait'', he said to himself"

As if reading his mind, Wei Ying looked at him with such a plea in his eyes that it made Wen Ning's heart skip a beat.

"How about a milkshake!?"

Wen Ning yielded with a gentle smile.

Perhaps they both knew that if Wei Ying insisted again Wen Ning would eventually give in, but this was the game between them.

Request, bake or prepare, taste and please.

As long as Wei Ying had something in his mouth to taste he would be happy and as long as he was happy Wen Ning would be pleased as well.

Wen Ning began to take the ingredients out of the fridge. There was no use in asking about the flavor. Just as he knew all of his tricks, he also knew all the things he liked.

He looked up just long enough to make sure that Wei Ying's stubborn hands were away from the tray with the cakes.

And then he noticed something

Wei Ying looked different from the first time they met.

Wen Ning's hands began to mix the milk with the fresh fruits as his eyes continued to trail over him.

Wei Ying's face was not so sharply defined anymore, and the sharp lines had been replaced by something softer. His beauty was something that would hardly be overshadowed by the small cute rolls in his stomach as he sat up, perhaps that was why Wen Ning hadn't noticed it before.

When they first met, Wei Ying wasn't very aware of himself and in a certain light his skin would seem light, pressing against his bones. A very normal appearance by modern standards, standards Wen Ning did not approve of.

He added creamy vanilla ice cream and a dash of cinnamon to the milkshake.

Wei Ying, being totally honest, had more color in his cheeks and more energy in his movements. No one could blame Wen Ning if he refused to stop spoiling him with desserts.

Without being able to prevent it, his eyes met with the young man's. How long had Wei Ying been looking at him? Embarrassed, Wen Ning immediately lowered his head and continued to prepare the thick milkshake. He prayed that it hadn't been too obvious.

It was sheer agony to walk out of the kitchen and towards the table. His movements were stiff thanks to the embarrassment that kept flowing through his joints.

He held out the glass cup and a plate with some red bean cakes. He forced himself to act normal.

"H-here you go."

"But... You said it would take 15 minutes for the cakes to cool down..."

Obviously, if Wei Ying was told that the cakes would be ready in 15 minutes, he would wait 10 minutes at most. Wen Ning omitted this information and shyly shrugged his shoulders.

It was better to pretend that he made a mistake. 

Wei Ying didn't inquire further, he just let out one of his thunderous laughs and received everything.

Although there were neither customers nor critics, those kinds of moments were the ones that made Wen Ning really want to break out in a cold sweat. 

He had learned to take criticism and opinions about his work, but at the end of the day the only opinion that would matter to him would come from this outrageous young man.

He brought a cup of coffee with him to keep him company as he tasted the cakes.

When he reached the table, Wei Ying was already sipping the milkshake. Both of their hands tensed.

"Oh... damn... I blew it..."

The red bean cakes were supposed to be the main dish and Wei Ying had already sweetened his mouth with the milkshake. How could he properly savor one taste when his senses were coated with another, stronger one?

In a slightly desperate move, Wen Ning extended his cup of coffee that didn't yet have any sugar in it. Wei Ying joyfully accepted and took a good sip.

After that everything flowed as it was supposed to.

"They're not lying when they say the taste is addictive! So smooth! They're delicious! I'm so lucky to have A-Ning cook for me!"

Wei Ying kept heaping praise. It was a good thing, as a baker he was very confident in his taste and sincerity.

Wen Ning took a coffee sip.

His tongue grew warm, then his cheeks, and finally his heart.

"¡ !"

He began to cough uncontrollably.

"A-Ning!" 

Wen Ning waved as he tried to calm himself.

The rim of his coffee cup tasted like vanilla.

"I-I.. The coffee made me ch-ch-choke!"

"Your face is so red!"

Wen Ning squeezed his eyes tightly shut as if that could keep him from losing his mind.

He could barely endure mild feelings and this thing he was experiencing was taking his breath away.

He summoned up his courage and saw Wei Ying's worried eyes looking at him. There he was, plumper cheeks, lips with little crumbs.

His heart seemed to beat faster. Yes, Wei Ying had definitely gained some weight. It was a lovely sight, seeing spring blooming on his body.

Unable to control the train of thoughts, Wen Ning wondered where else the extra weight had gone.

He remembered when Wei Ying entered the cafeteria. His hips and waist now had a more inviting curve, enticing him to sink his fingers into the flesh and knead it.

And the backside... It already drew his attention before but now, and despite having such an innocent mind, it was hard not to want to look at it again.

The cough came back.

''Shouldn't be thinking about this!'' Wen Ning thought to himself.

"A-Ning..."

Wen Ning felt pats on his back.

It took him a few minutes to recover

"Āiyā..." Wei Ying saw the plate in front of him "they were so delicious that there's only one left."

Wen Ning had a placid smile "I made them for you."

It could be his imagination, but an adorable blush appeared on Wei Ying's face.

"At least eat this one, say ahhhh."

Ready to refuse, Wen Ning opened his mouth, but of course, instead of words coming out, a soft cake made its way in. He bit into a small piece and the dough fell apart like silk.

Wei Ying pushed the cake back in.

It was clear he wasn't going to give up so Wen Ning decided to finish it before his mind went off again. The last bite was bigger, and he miscalculated.

Wei Ying's fingers were trapped between his lips.

Wen Ning felt like he might die of embarrassment, but he couldn't cough again because Wei Ying's fingers dragged out slowly and carefully, forced to travel a twisting path to his chin.

Wei Ying's gaze seemed a little agitated, a little lost... a little hungry.

Even if the desserts, sweets and pastries whetted the appetite, a bigger craving was rising between the two of them. Something even sweeter and warmer.

Wen Ning doesn't quite remember who made the first move. Was it Wei Ying who sat on his lap or was it him who lured him in?

Who made the final step to close the distance?

The taste of red beans, vanilla and coffee blended into one. Wen Ning thought that combination was better than anything else that he had ever put in his mouth. Ever.

Their lips melted against each other, wanting to be tasted in full. Slowly he let himself go, guided by Wei Ying's playful nature, kissing in an ever-changing pace, sometimes long and soft, sometimes faster and full of hunger. Wei Ying couldn't make up his mind on how he wanted to keep going and Wen Ning wasn't going to stop him finding new ways to do it.

They ended up completely out of breath and put their foreheads together to give each other a break.

Unknown to them, they had both been watching each other silently, waiting to decipher what it was that was keeping them uneasy.

Wei Ying let out a light, hearty laugh.

"A-Ning" he said as he playfully kissed Wen Ning's cheek

"That was delicious."

#mdzs #modaozushi #魔道祖师 #wen ning #artists on tumblr #mdzsfanart #wen qionglin #weiwuxian #weiying #ningxian #hbdwenning #sandswenning #short story

[basicallyahedgehog]

@phoebe-delia. My darlingest, most beloved Phoebe. Happy birthday!!!!!!!!! May your day be full of sunshine and happiness and joy and everything that you bring into my life on a daily basis. You make the world brighter just by being you and I love you a whole hecking lot.

I wrote you a little companion piece to This Time (which might be cheating a little but this Draco stole my heart and needed his moment in the spotlight 🤷Featuring more eighth year, more party games, more of Harry's melodrama, and a LOT more of Draco being a cinnamon roll.

Keep You In This Heart of Mine

Excerpt:

You know the second he walks through the gates, get feel the familiar thrum of his magic as the castle welcomes him home.

He doesn’t know it’s home, not really, not yet. You can feel the grief and heartache and guilt pulsing through the castle walls, running from his fingertips to yours. 

You lay your palm against the stone, willing love, comfort, forgiveness to travel back to him.

For him to know that you don’t blame him, that it wasn’t his fault.

-----

You sit in the corner of the common room, drinking in the warmth and joy of your classmates around you while making yourself as small as possible. You don’t belong here, you don’t know why you came back, except it was for Mother, to ease the anxiety and guilt that was written across her face every day since you were Marked.

You don’t belong here, and yet they let you stay, not just in this school but in this room, in this group , buzzing with cheap alcohol and the freedom that comes with being a teenager when you don’t have to fight a war. You are here, tucked into a corner, watching the bottle spin and spin and spin.

The crowd cheers when it lands on Potter, and you resist the urge to lean forward. To show too much interest. 

“Truth,” he yells, and you are secretly glad. Glad to not have to watch him be humiliated — and wouldn’t that rankle your thirteen year old self. But also, you feel glad to be entrusted with a piece of him, of his truth. Even though it isn’t you he is trusting, even though you will share this little tidbit with the rest of the eighth years. But still, your heart jumps and your skin warms at the thought of what secret he is about to share. 

“Who is the prettiest person in the school?” And oh, your heart sinks. Because he’ll say girl weasley, or Granger, or even one of the twins. And you know, you know that he would never say your name, not like that, even if he was. Well, even if he was. But he isn’t and he won’t and-

“Gin, you’re my ride or die, but we all know that the prettiest person is…” He trails off, smirking, and your heart jumps again because he is teasing this Potter who has turned into a shadow of himself, who looks like yet another ghost haunting the castle. He is teasing and smirking and oh, how you had missed that spark in his eyes.

You are so caught up in the smirk, in the tease, that you almost miss it. 

“Malfoy.”

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY PHEEBS #my pheeby deeby #my writing #drarry

[cherry-belle-rose]

It’s time for my favorite day again…

This might be cliche, and I’m not the absolute best with typing the way I feel…but like so many others, there’s so many things I can say about Axl. If I think of the word perfect, he’s always what comes to my mind first, there’s not one thing I don’t love about him. I see the moon, the stars, and the most beautiful of galaxies in him…and I also see someone insanely misunderstood and someone who just about everything tried to bring them down, just because.

It can be hard to feel the connection with this man sometimes thanks to so much happening around me but still, I know damn well that it’s not something that’s gonna fade out anytime soon, if at all. Which I don’t think it will because, just look at him. Look at everything he has done and been through in his life. Look at him. There’s oh so much to love about this man, you probably could fill a bible full of words and reasons of love. Nothing can ever rip him out of my heart, nor do I ever want anything to, because he makes me so happy, he makes me want to live, and he gives me feelings that I can never feel otherwise…it’s beautiful.

I wish that this day is just as special as all your other birthdays (even if you don’t celebrate) because I still and forever will believe that’s what you deserve…you deserve peace, happiness, and all the love life can give you. And deep in me, I hope one day I can be there to make sure all of that happens for you, I would give you all of it myself.

Happy 62th birthday W. Axl Rose…still forever my love, life, and death. The most beautiful soul there is, and ever will be on this hellish Earth. I love you with everything in me.

(I’ll be eating fucking muffins and cinnamon rolls in honor of your day 💗)

Also for his birthday this year I drew him (obviously lol) and a birthday present…which is a blue kitty plushie 💗💗💗

#w axl rose #axl rose #axl #guns n roses #gnr #current axl #cherrysart #artwork #art #I posted this exact thing on Instagram too lol #Spotify

[dotster001]

A Happy Ending for Kaoru

Summary: Kaoru x gn! Reader. After months of avoiding you, Rei recommends to Kaoru to use his birthday to have an actual conversation about his feelings.

A/N: He's not one of my top five boys, but he's in my top ten, and a cinnamon roll, so I wanted him to be happy 🥺

"So there's this person I like," Kaoru sat on Rei's bed, beginning a miniature rant about his problems.  Rei was doing his best to stay awake and help him, but it was way too early. So they met in the middle.

"Uh huh," Rei breathed softly.

"Yeah," Kaoru crossed his legs and rested his arms on his knees so he could flop his head in his hands.

"I really like them, and they're everything I've ever wanted in a person, but they still see me as a playboy, so I've been avoiding them a little bit, but my heart won't let me do that anymore! It's too painful, and…"

Rei's red eyes peaked over the edge of the blanket with a sadistic smirk.

"You can't avoid the Producer forever."

Kaoru stuttered. "How did you know that…"

"Everyone but the producer knows. Besides, I'm pretty sure they know the real you isn't a playboy, and if you quit avoiding them, they'd have a chance to see how you're working hard to prove yourself."

Kaoru just stared at him blankly. Rei let out a heavy sigh and buried himself back in the bed.

"Our birthdays are coming up, right?" He said.

"Yeah," Kaoru responded.

"After your party, it's obvious Y/N will be the only one who stays behind to clean up. So offer to help, and when you two are the last people there you can both have a real conversation."

"Do you think that'll work?" 

"Only one way to find out." 

He could hear the smirk in Rei's voice.

                                   ….

As predicted, you were the last person at the party. You started cleaning up, and gave him a soft smile as he began to help you.

"Oh you don't have to do that, you're the birthday boy," you said.

"But I want to do it," he replied.

"Besides," he said, training his eyes on the floor as he focused only on picking up trash, and not you standing close to him, "I like hanging out with you."

"You do?" You laughed, but it was filled with self derision. "Wouldn't know it to look at you."

He grimaced, and picked up some more trash. "W-what makes you say that?"

You paused in your cleaning, and stood straight up, hands on your hips. "You sprinted up three flights of stairs to avoid signing into the building because I was the one in charge of sign ins." 

He winced again, and stood up to face you.

"I really mean it when I say I want to hang out with you. And there was a perfectly good explanation for that!"

You raised a single eyebrow, unconvinced, and he breathed a heavy sigh, walking towards you, and taking one of your hands in his, tracing your knuckles nervously.

"I've never really felt this way before, about anyone, and I don't know what to do with these emotions." 

He said it barely above a whisper, but when he chanced a glance at you, it was clear you'd heard it, because your gaze was soft again.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly, and said, "How about we go out sometime, Kaoru?"

His eyes widened and he couldn't help but stare.

"Wait, just like that?"

"Just like that," you giggled.  You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and whispered, "Happy birthday, Kaoru."

You pulled away from his frozen body and continued picking up trash, until you felt him throw his arms around you, and press his face into your hair, inhaling deeply.

"Best birthday gift ever," he whispered happily.

#ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstars #enstars x reader #kaoru hakaze #kaoru x reader #kaoru hakaze x reader #enstars kaoru