Draken chokes on his drink, almost swallows it down the wrong pipe but he at least has the decency to not spray it out like they do on tv. You instantly recoil into yourself and tug the sleeves of your sweater over your hands. It could have been worse, you tell yourself in consolation. He could have started laughing so you guess silence is better than that.
But is it really better when he stares at you so intensely with such a stiff face that you know is only placid through sheer determination so that he may not humiliate you any further?
“Hmm?” The blonde pounds at his chest. Two beats resound until he gives a throaty cough, “S-say that again?”
You frown, an impish look with a puff of your cheeks. “Don’t make me do that. It’s embarrassing.”
“What’s so embarrassing about it? It’s just a kiss.” Draken tries to feign nonchalance by taking another sip of his cold soda and ease his throat and nerves. It’s a futile attempt from the one he basically inhaled prior.
You flick the can in his hand. He yells in surprise but it fizzes out when you start reprimanding him. “Oh, don’t do that either! You just choked on your drink! Of course it’s a big deal.”
“You just said if out of nowhere is all.” Draken says. In reality, of course he’s surprised. He’s sworn you’ve had your first kiss by now. How could you not? You’re so lovable and nice. He can’t be the only that sees it. But what you need right now is an anchor so he settles himself down and leans his weight back onto his hands. He lifts his face to the sun and stares at the horizon. The sun is setting in sherbet hues. “You told Mikey?”
“Pfft. Of course not. I’d never hear the end of it.”
He chuckles in agreement. “What about Mitsuya?”
“No. He’d give me such a pitiful look I don’t think I could handle it.” And when you say that, you turn yourself to the sun too, absorbing its warmth like a field of sunflowers while your legs swing underneath you.
“So why me?”
“I don’t know.” But you do. Draken makes you feel safe. He’s home and with him, you feel whole. It doesn’t matter if you’re hugging his waist on his bike going 80 in the pitch black of night or if you’re here in the grass, near a riverbank at sundown. And call you a hopeless romantic but you’ve always imagined it to be with someone like him, someone you trust. “Maybe because I— I want—“
You tug at your sleeves once more. They twist in your fingers as you try and find any outlet to rid yourself of the fish bone that you can’t hack out of your chest.
“You want it to be me?”
You graciously nod, more than thankful that he finishes the sentence for you.
“You sure?” He’s bewildered. “Me? There are nicer guys out there.”
“You’re nice too, Draken.”
“Nicer than me. I’m a good for nothing—“
“Shut up and kiss me.” Draken almost smirks at how eager you sound, but fuck, when did you get so close? Last he saw, you were over there, but now you’re near enough that, if he wanted, he could count every single lash that graces your lids. And how you simply sparkle in the sunset. And Draken doesn’t consider himself much of a romantic, but damn, these sherbet skies feel like it’s a fairytale.
So he presses his lips against yours, a soft tentative touch on both your ends, like treading water for the first time. It’s cozy and warm he can’t help but drown himself in the feeling by moving his lips even further.
But you pull away. Disappointed for only a moment, he revels at the dreamy look in your eye that is buffered by the shy way you bite your lip to hide your grin.
“Th-thanks,” And the smile breaks. “That was a cool first kiss.”
“What about a second?” He takes his hand to the back of your neck and pulls you in. “And a third?” Another kiss.
Summary:Don’t they say that after a storm, there’s always calm? Genre:Romance/fluff Rating:T Warnings: Swearings, mental health issues 3,809 words
Notes: Here we are with a new piece after all these months! The songs we got for this one are The Moon by The Swell Season and Cellar Door by Angus & Julia Stone. Hope you guys enjoy it! Feedback always welcomed! <3
The small studio stays right in the heart of Brooklyn, surrounded by themed bars, bright restaurants and a crowd of millennials that makes him cringe every once in a while.
It’s a shoebox.
A bed that fights for space with a small couch, a kitchen that can be sized by two of his steps alone and a cramped bathroom with a bathtub that he honestly can’t fit in. But be as it may, Bucky has never been in a more comfortable, warm and welcoming atmosphere.
A bed with polka-dotted, fluffy blankets, a couch with bright colored and quirky pillows, a kitchen with a line of gifted succulents by the counter and a bathroom with filled shelves of sweet smelling products.
Pictures on the walls, sketches and love notes hung to the fridge, shared clothes thrown over in little corners.
Everything is so lively and familiar—it feels like home outside of his home.
The four walls of your little studio have been witnesses to so much. Whispered love confessions, frantic murmurs of comfort, quiet pleads in between moans, anger filled little lies, and the list can only go on.
I used to live in a shoebox with my boyfriend. We were so poor and so in love (still are). God I never want to go back, but this makes me so nostalgic!
I love how this isn’t perfect, they live in a dollhouse, they’re tired, they cry, they have brownie deadlines in the middle of the night… But they make it perfect, they make it work.
Now, I’ve never had to bake pastries at 3am, and we’re absolutely not perfect, but we go so well together.
Thank you for this, this reminded me of my own perfect, little happily ever after
Even though we’ve been engaged for at least 9 years and still haven’t made any wedding plans
I am so touched by your sweet comment that I had to reblog! And I’m so happy that you’re living your happily ever after! Hoping everyone can find a love like yours and wishing you guys a lifetime of happiness! ❤❤❤❤
Guys,Nindrago over on Twitter made a dub for the Starscream drive-thru comic and it’s glorious :’D Please watch till the end, it absolutely obliterated me.
i realised that one of my favourite scenes in merlin didn’t have any background music (probably because it wasn’t mastered due to it being, sadly, a deleted scene).
i decided to fix that.
just… trust me on this one, okay? (and please do not repost anywhere without credit. thus the watermark!)
I’ve been toying with this idea with my friends ( lukebarkov,maxherdy,ingeminis ) for a while. It starts with Giselle surviving Ryan Hardy, Emma surviving Claire and being hidden by Giselle at Mark’s insistence, and Mark leaving Luke with Giselle to heal so he can enact his revenge. Then you know when he “dies” he goes to join them and they become a happy family who loves each other and sometimes bangs. I knew as soon as we knew Mark’s fate I was going to write the series, finally. And with his absolutely anticlimactic death and my bitterness and sadness, I knew i wanted to write something happy. Like Mark being with his family somewhere safe.
also read on: ao3 || ff.net (link once i am allowed to post there)
He’s nervous. He didn’t think he’d be nervous. Excited, definitely. Elated, sure. But nervous? What does he have to be nervous about? He’s been waiting over a year for this moment.
dont mind me ill just be over here on the ground thinking about the videos of tul crying while hugging max in the airport before he leaves to new york for a year
