#hbc lucky charms

[jewels2876]

Shit

Day Three of the HBC Lucky Charms - today’s prompt is Lucky Number and is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​

Chris Evans x female reader

Word count: 303

Rating: PG for mild swearing

“Stay tuned for Sports after these messages.” 

Chris watched you in amusement as you shuffled through everything in front of you. “Did you remember to include your lucky number?” he couldn’t help teasing.

You shot him a withering glare. “Yes, all of them.”

A look of confusion crossed his face. “All of them?” He took a seat next to you on the couch and picked up one of the lottery tickets.

“My birthday month and date, your’s, Zoey’s, my mom’s, even Steven’s! This time I subbed my dad for my mom.” You shoved a couple more tickets in his hands to compare to the numbers you had written down. The two of you quietly worked through the massive pile; a report of Tom Brady came on and Chris abandoned them instantly.

“Oh shit,” you breathed. “Shit!”

“What? Did we win?” Chris’s attention was riveted right back to you as you bounced on the couch excitedly.

“This one has four out of six, and this one has three plus the POWER BALL!” Chris laughed at your excitement. “Hey there are at least a dozen tickets with just the power ball number alone.”

“So how much did we win?”

You shrugged as you gathered the losing tickets into a large pile. “I’ll find out tomorrow when I turn them in.”

The Next Day

Chris had been called to set for some post-production shots needed when his cellphone buzzed. Ana paused mid-scene, distracted by the sound.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Chris waved as the director yelled cut. “It’s my wife. I’m sure it’s about those damn tickets.”

Ana half-smiled as Chris read the text a couple of times. “Tickets?”

“Holy shit,” he muttered as his fingers flew across his phone. “Lottery tickets,” he raised his gaze to answer Ana, “and she did good.”

“How good?”

“$150,000+ good!”

[nano--raptor]

As Luck Would Have It  [1]

Pairing: Werewolf!Bucky x Monster hunter!Reader, Eventual Stucky x Reader

Words: 981

Warnings: Poorly written fantasy elements, nothing else really aside from reader being sort of snuck up on, and references to hunting or being hunted. Eventual a/b/o dynamics

A/N: A little bit late, but I’m trying something new! This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​​ for the HBC Lucky Charms challenge! The prompts inspired me to do something fantasy au related, and at first I wasn’t going to go with werewolves, but that’s what the muse wanted. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy it!❤️ The first prompt is Gold Coin

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​

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The gold coins were heavy in your pocket as you slinked through the woods, crossbow in hand, your sword at your hip. You held a dagger in your other hand, pausing every few steps to listen, prepared to deflect or counter if anything were to attack you in the dark brush.

A monster hunter, they called you. Not your preferred title, but it paid well, many local villages seeking you out to rid their woods of the beasts that terrorized them. This particular time, you were following a lead on a werewolf, a ‘wolf-man’ that had been spooking the locals and apparently eating their livestock, as well as going so far as allegedly kidnapping one of the villagers.

You didn’t care either way. Sure, you didn’t want people getting killed, but the pay had ended up making your stealth and fighting skills quite useful. And no one could turn down gold.

Some time passed, day turned to dusk, and dusk turned into the darkness of night. You wanted to stop and rest, as you were too far travelled to go back to the village, yet you were hesitant to set up a camp in werewolf territory. Whether you believed the villagers or not, there was a spark in the air, a magical presence that confirmed you were in the right place. There were definitely magical creatures in these woods.

Eventually you found a small cliffside with an outcrop that would protect you from one side, as decent a place to settle down for the night as any. The moon wasn’t full, so you would be safe from the wolves, provided you left them alone, and weren’t yet in their immediate territory. After building a small fire, you leaned back against the rock to rest.

A short while later, you woke to find mostly embers in the place of your fire, and you stretched, then warmed your hands over the smoldering remnants while listening to the woods around you. Everything seemed calm and quiet, except for… 

Your hand flew to the crossbow at your side and quickly fired an arrow into the darkness where a pair of eyes had been watching you. Silence followed, and the hair on the back of your neck stood up at the realization that you weren’t alone. As quietly as you could, you made your way to the edge of the outcrop, peering into the darkness to try and spot those eyes again. They were gone, so you ventured a little further away, trying to keep your back protected and against the cliffside. Silence and empty woods stood before you, and you frowned, turning to head back to your site, when a strong arm clamped around your shoulders, and an equally strong hand covered your mouth.

Panic flooded your veins, and you tried to wrestle your way out of the hold, throwing an elbow backwards in an attempt to knock your attacker off. It didn’t work, and the arms just held you tighter, a low voice shushing you and whispering roughly in your ear.

“Shh, you have to be quiet. It won’t be long before they find you too.” You paused, the voice sending a chill along your skin as you were pulled away from the cliff and into the darkness of the woods. 

Who, you wanted to ask, so you did, the man behind you seemingly able to understand your muffled voice.

“The guards. Betas. Someone spotted you earlier and now they’re on your tail.” Betas? Your eyes widened slightly when you realized that meant you were dealing with a whole pack, not just a single wolf. The voice in your ear hummed, as if recognizing your sudden understanding, and you reached up to grip the arm secured over your chest.

“You’re not safe out here,” he continued, his voice low and quiet, but smooth, almost like honey, and it was strangely soothing. “I can try to protect you, but you have to trust me.” After a pause, neither of you moving, he asked, “Can you do that?” Another beat, and you nodded, the hand finally moving away from your mouth. You quickly turned, stepping away from the man and were met with the eyes you’d seen a few moments ago. Shockingly blue, but wild, the man’s gaze seemed to bore into you, his dark hair loose around his face, matched by dark stubble along his jaw.

“Who are you?” you asked quietly, more captivated by the man’s looks than you’d like to admit.

“One of them,” he answered begrudgingly. “But they don’t trust humans.” He turned as if to start leading you to wherever he figured he could protect you, and you huffed, standing your ground.

“What makes you think I’m human?” He turned to you, his lips curved up in a smirk, making your temper flare.

“Really? I can smell it all over you. You’re definitely human.”

“Well… even if I wasn’t… what makes you think I’m just going to willingly come with you, some… stranger I’ve met in the woods.” The man paused, his eyes darting around the woods around you, before settling back on your face.

“Because the alternative, if you survive, will be hell.” His eyes seemed to flicker and he turned again, clearly not concerned about you or your weapons. You turned to look back, feeling your skin prickle again as if you were being watched, then decided to follow the man, if nothing else, to find out more about what he was talking about. 

Trying to keep your steps as silent as his, you followed him deeper into the dark woods, and after a while, you were almost grateful for the company.

“So uh, what’s your name?” you asked him once you’d caught up to him in a small clearing. He looked at you, smiling in a way that made you actually smile back at him. 

“Call me Bucky.”

[book-dragon-13]

HBC Lucky Charms-Horseshoe

For today’s theme of @the-ss-horniest-book-club @the-th-horniest-book-club @the-ce-horniest-book-club and @the-marvel-horniest-book-club , I’d like you to meet some of the workers of Horseshoe Ranch

Clint Barton

Sam Wilson

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Darcy Lewis

Bucky Barnes (with his daughter Kobik)

Steve Rogers

Peggy Carter

Hal Carter

Ari Levinson

[theycallmebecca]

Back with another mood board for the Lucky Charms event at @the-ce-horniest-book-club

For this one, I went back to an old favorite: cowboy!Ari.

And for this one, I’m going to play what if with my family’s past for the premise. My great grandpa had to sell the family farm because he was drafted for WWII, and then the war ended before he had to report for basic training. So what if that hadn’t happened?

Ari Levinson was a fourth generation rancher in New Mexico. His great-grandfather and grandfather had raised cows, but his father had made the switch to horses in the 1970s. Now the land, the family home and the horse business were all his. As was the namesake of the ranch, the lucky horse shoe that had survived his great-grandfather’s journey west in the early 1900s.

[the-ce-horniest-book-club]

Lucky Charms Masterlist

Announcement - March 13-19, 2022

March 13 - Gold coin

Moodboard: Wishing on a Coin by @theycallmebecca

March 14 - Horse shoe

Moodboard: The Lucky Horse Shoe Ranch by @theycallmebecca

Moodboard: Horseshoe by @book-dragon-13

March 15 - Lucky number

Shit by @jewels2876

Moodboard: Lucky Number by @theycallmebecca

March 16 - Rainbow

Moodboard: Day One by @theycallmebecca

Moodboard: Rainbow by @book-dragon-13

March 17 - Green

Moodboard: Happy Saint Patrick’s Day by @theycallmebecca

Moodboard: Ireland with Steve by @book-dragon-13

March 18 - Four leaf clover

Moodboard: Extra Good Luck by @theycallmebecca

March 19 - Wild card

Moodboard: Steve’s Lucky Penny by @theycallmebecca

[cjsinkythoughts]

Ocean Eyes, Cherry Lips, Ivory Keys

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2747

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of alcohol, I think that’s all

A/N: This is a headcanon I’ve had for a while that I’ve been wanting to write about 40s!Bucky, pre-War. I kinda want to write a series about it, so that might happen. For now, enjoy this little tidbit I’ve written, with the prompt of Occasion for HBC’s Lucky in Love Day 18! (This isn’t beta’d so please excuse mistakes.)

He’s something of a celebrity. A living legend. A God amongst humans. Starting as a kid in Brooklyn, his fanbase rapidly grew, expanding to Queens, Manhattan, even parts of New Jersey, just in the past few years.

You don’t get it. So what if he’s got cool blue eyes, soft chocolate hair, and a charming smile? Who cares if he’s got smooth moves and even smoother words? He’s just a man - a human being - with flaws just like everyone else. A talented and gorgeous man, who has all of New York wanting to fall to her knees to please him, but still just a man.

James Buchanan Barnes.

Most everyone knew his name, but there was a lot of mystery surrounding the actual character. 

You just don’t see what all the fuss is about. You’ve never personally met him, or even seen him, but you know people who have. Your friend’s cousin even claims to have danced with him once. Not that that would be hard. You hear he’s never danced with the same bird twice, and, considering most start dancing in their teenage years, that’s a lot of dames.

It’s not that you’re not curious about him - if he’s actually as dashing as they say - but you’re not about to stop your life for him like some of your friends. They’re obsessed with getting his attention. With seeing if they’d be the one. The one to finally chain him down and tame him. The one he’d go steady with.

It feels like that’s all you ever talk about anymore. It was amusing at first, but now it’s just getting annoying. It’s been three years since that day in March of 1938, when your roommate ran into your room, plopping down onto your bed, before ranting and raving about the new ocean eyed piano player at her favorite bar. And since then, he’s been in your life without actually being in your life.

Speaking of, here you are. Listening to Lucy, MaryAnne, and Jean gushing over the man, trying to enjoy your milkshake.

“I heard from Sally that Thomas said that he knew the brother of one of his friend’s in high school!”

“That can’t be true! I heard from Billy, who heard from Martha, who was told by Ben, that he only had, like, one friend in high school.”

“You’re kidding, right? There’s no way a man like that had only one friend.”

“I hear he does boxing and that’s why he’s got a body sculpted like a Greek God.”

“Oh my God! MaryAnne!”

You rub your temples, resisting the urge to roll your eyes as the three burst into fits of giggles. If you have to hear one more word about-

“I heard he’s going to be playing at Georgie’s on Friday!”

Gasps echoed around the table. “No way! Georgie’s?”

You raise an eyebrow, this actually intriguing you. Georgie’s is a popular little hole in the wall, on the edge of being a speakeasy, which doubles as a pub and a dance hall in Brooklyn. It’s one of the best hang outs for kids like you and your girls, but it isn’t very high class. Maybe that’s why it’s one of the best. “Isn’t Georgie’s a little…cheap for him? He’s been playing at the best bars and restaurants for a while now.”

“It’s a classic in Brooklyn. Near his home, probably.”

“Do you think he lives near there?!”

“Ooo! Maybe we could find out!’

You scoff. “That,” gesturing to Lucy with your glass, you take a sip of your milkshake. “Is called stalking, my friend.”

Jean waves towards you dismissively. “I think he lives near Tin Pan Alley. That’s where he plays the most, after all. Georgie’s was probably just an old hang out for him and his pals.”

“Wait, wait,” you shake your head, a thought popping into your head. You turn to Lucy, confused. “How’d you find out he’s playing at Georgie’s anyways? Isn’t part of his whole act not telling anyone where he’s playing?”

Giving you a smirk and a wink, Lucy shrugs. “I’ve got my connections.”

You roll your eyes again, turning your attention back to your milkshake. “So?!” MaryAnne squealed. “We’re going on Friday, right?”

“Hell yes!”

“Absolutely!”

“Not.” You mumble, causing the other three to stare at you incredulously.

“Not?!”

“I’m not wasting my Friday night going to see some fella you all have a crush on. Especially when he might not even be there.”

Your friends groan, exchanging glances. “And what’re you gonna do?” Jean crossed her arms with a pointed look on her face. “Sit down and read a book like you always do?”

You huff. “I like reading, sue me. I don’t get a lot of time to myself. You know that new girl’s been gumming up the works and I’ve had to stay late to fix her mistakes all week.”

“This is exactly what you need, then! Come out, have a drink, jive a little-”

You look up at that, an amused kind of smirk on your lips. “Jive? Me and my clumsy ass?”

You all laugh. “Okay, so maybe not dance, but c’mon! It’ll be snazzy, you’ll see!”

“Fine, fine.” Standing up with a sigh, you collect your things, smoothing down your dress with your hands. “I’ve gotta scram.”

“We’ll see you on Friday, right?”

You give a small smile, shooting them a wink. “I guess I can make it.”

***************

Friday comes a lot faster than you anticipate. You dress up; a navy blue dress going to your knees with white, heart shaped buttons and a bow around the waist. The shoes you’re wearing are your nice black and white Mary Janes. Lips painted deep red, and hair pinned back in loose curls, you glance over yourself in a mirror. You’ll admit; you look damn good. You don’t wanna go, but you might as well try to have some fun since you are.

It’s a cool evening, early May meaning the summer humidity hasn’t hit just yet. You didn’t even think about bringing a coat, but you start to regret the decision as you start walking. MaryAnne, who you actually room with, already left, being way too excited to stay put.

It doesn’t take you long - you live on the border of Queens and Brooklyn - but your feet are more sore than you’d like when you arrive.

“I knew you’d come!” Lucy grins, coming up besides you and linking her arm in yours. MaryAnne comes up on your other side and does the same to your free arm.

“Where’s Jean?”

“Where do you think? She already found a Joe to swing with.”

You laugh. “Of course she has! So is your dreamboat here?”

The grins that are immediately on their faces answer your question and they quickly drag you inside.

It’s hot and crowded and dim. Skirts with their beaus, guys with their broads, swinging and dancing to the lively music of the band on stage. Smoke from cigarettes, pipes, and cigars is evident in the air as they neared the bar portion of the building, mixing with the boisterous sound of laughter and chatter.

“Everyone’s talking about it! He’s here, but he hasn’t played yet. We’ve been trying to catch a glimpse of him, but we think he’s in a back room.” The dramatic sigh MaryAnne gives makes you laugh a little.

“Okay, khaki whackies. Let’s get a drink.”

You, just as you thought would happen tonight, are left alone at the bar by your friends who quickly found partners to dance with. A few men asked you, but you have never been a good dancer.

You’re lost in thought, running a finger gently around the rim of your cup, when a voice sounded besides you, pulling you out of your thoughts, a slight rasp to the otherwise mellifluous voice.

“You gonna drink that, doll, or just stare at it all night?”

You raise an eyebrow at the jest, turning your head, only to have your breath hitch. What a specimen. Ocean blue eyes, fluffy brown curls, cherry pink lips. A white dress shirt is pulled over his broad chest, gray dress pants hugging thick thighs, matching suit jacket across wide shoulders. He has a blue, black, and white plaid tie around his neck and you can see the edges of his blue suspenders under his blazer. He’s put together, but it’s nothing special, a normal Sunday best suit, that much you can tell.

“Uh, not all night.” You look back to the drink, before looking at the clock with a hum, tilting your head playfully. “Maybe another hour.”

He chuckles, gesturing for the bartender. “Tell me this, sweetheart. What is a beautiful dame like yourself doin’ drinking alone?”

“I’m not very good on my feet, I’m afraid.” You laugh nervously, taking a sip of your drink.

“Don’t come here often, then?”

“Only for special occasions.”

“What’s the special occasion this evenin’, sugar?”

You shrug. “My friends dragged me here. They’re practically in love with this guy who’s supposedly playing the piano tonight. James Barnes. Have you ever heard of him?”

He chuckles, a grin pulling his lips upwards. “Yeah. Yeah I’ve heard of ‘im. Not a big fan yourself?”

“I’m sure he’s fine. I just don’t understand the fascination with him. Let the man be.”

“I agree.” He hums with a nod, grabbing the glass of whiskey the bartender set in front of him. “I actually know him.”

“Really?” You look at him in interest.

He tilts his head with a smile towards you that makes you melt. “Yeah. He feels the same. He just likes playin’. That’s all. He didn’t want all the attention. He gets enough without that.”

You raise an eyebrow, finishing off your drink. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m Bucky by the way.”

You eye his hand, grabbing it after a second, letting him bring your knuckles to his lips. “Y/N.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, mama.” He shifts his body more towards you, running a hand through his hair. “You said you ain’t fond of dancin’?”

Shaking your head, you quickly defend yourself, “no, no. I like dancing. I’m just not very good. Got two left feet.”

He smirks, tongue poking out to run over those plump lips of his. “Well, with the right partner, it doesn’t really matter.”

“Are you asking me to dance, Bucky?”

“Not if you’re gonna say no.” He responds with a toothy grin, leaning his elbows on his knees.

You sigh and shake your head. “I’m afraid tonight’s not your night, pal. I just can’t seem to get myself in the mood.”

He hums, leaning back. “Is it the music? Too fast for you?”

“I wouldn’t mind if they slowed it down some, I suppose.”

He smiles cheekily. “I can help with that. Hold on.”

You grin at him, nodding. “I’ll be here.”

Watching him stand and make his way over to the stage, you quirk an eyebrow. He seems to know the band well, if the handshakes and the claps on the back have anything to say about it. He says something to the lead, who nods with a grin, shooting him a wink. Bucky laughs, but you can see a tint of pink dusting his cheeks, making you wonder what they were saying.

He makes his way back over as the band shifts tones, the animated swing changing to a slow jazzy number. Bucky beams at you, holding out his hand as he approaches. “Care to dance?”

You purse your lips, narrowing your eyes, but taking his hand anyways. “How’d you do that? Do you work here?’

“Uh…somethin’ like that.” He states vaguely, leading you to the dance floor with the other swaying couples. Pulling you as close as appropriate, his hands resting politely on your waist, he starts moving you side to side. 

“That’s not ominous.” You place your hands on his shoulders, following his lead as you stare at your feet.

He chuckles, hooking a finger under your chin to lift your gaze. “I’ve gotcha, doll. I won’t let you fall.”

“I’m going to step on your feet.” You explain.

“Nah. You’re doin’ great. You just need to get outta your head. Relax a little. Tell me something about yourself.”

You hum. “Like what?”

“Anything.”

“Uh, okay…I have a roommate who is one of the girls who begged me to come, I’m a secretary - I know, boring - and…I dunno. I like reading.”

His eyes lighten at this. “Reading? Whaddya like to read?”

“Different things. Depends on my mood. I’m re-reading The Hobbit for, like, the twentieth time right now.”

“I love The Hobbit.” Bucky grins, making you smile back. “I read it almost as soon as it came out.”

“Me too! I was planning on reading it tonight but,” you gesture around. “Here I am.”

Bucky lips pull up softly, his hold on your waist tightening ever so slightly as he pulls you closer. “Well, as much as I love that book, I’m glad you came out tonight.”

Giving him a little tease, you tap your chin thoughtfully. “Eh…I think I’d rather be at home.”

He pinches your side gently, making you squeal and squirm. “That hurt, sugar. That physically hurt me. C’mon, mama, your gonna say you aren’t havin’ a good time?”

“I just met you ten minutes ago.”

“Well, sweetheart, if you think we’re movin’ too fast, I won’t introduce you to my folks just yet.”

You laugh, blinking up at him. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Buck.”

The two of you rock for a little while longer, before the band stops, announcing they’re taking a break and a special guest is going to play a little something.

“Maybe James Barnes is here.” You say, a bit of intrigue lacing your tone, trying to see through the crowds of people who started gathering around the stage to catch a glimpse of the charming pianist. “I see why he would be over the attention.”

“Yeah.” Bucky sighs, almost sadly, giving you an apologetic look. “Listen, I’ve gotta go work for a bit, but I’ll be right back.”

You smirk. “So you do work here?”

“Um…kinda. You’ll see.”

You raise an eyebrow at his words, but he’s kissing your knuckles and walking away. You frown, but can’t think more on it when three young women are on you, babbling about their dates.

“Who were you dancing with, Y/N? He was cute!”

You roll your eyes, feeling yourself heat up, and not because of the many bodies in the vicinity. “Just…some guy.”

“C’mon, c’mon! We’ve gotta get a good spot to actually see him!”

You huff, letting the drag you through the crowd, shoving their way towards the front just as a familiar deep voice spoke. 

“Thanks for comin’ out, everyone. I hope your havin’ a good night. Let’s get this hop started, yeah?”

Your eyes widen when you finally catch sight of the man sitting at the piano with a polite smile on his features. He catches your eye and shoots you a wink, before his fingers start flying over the keys. The beam that he gets while tickling the gleaming ivories, his azure eyes lighting up, and you can’t fight the smile you get. He looks so relaxed, so invigorated, that it makes you happy just watching him.

“Oh my God! Weren’t you dancing with him?!” Lucy shook your shoulder obnoxiously, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, mesmerized with the way he played like it’s the only thing he wanted to do with his life. Which, as you remember his words, ‘he just likes playin’. That’s all.’ you figure it is the only thing he wanted to do with his life.

You just danced with James Barnes…and he’s just as perfect as everyone says.

You’re still trying to wrap your head around it, your friends jumping around you, trying to get every little detail of him from you, when your heart skips a beat and your brain malfunctions. Bucky had started up another song, slower and more intimate, and he’s looking right at you. 

You find yourself doing something you never thought you would; you’re swooning over James Barnes, smiling like an idiot, heat blooming up your neck and flaming your face. And yes, he’s just a man - a human being - with flaws just like everyone else. But he’s a talented and gorgeous man, who has all of New York wanting to fall to her knees to please him.

And now that includes you.

[that-damn-girl]

Relishing

(Drabble)

Pairing: Husband!Bucky x (wife/husband)!reader

Words: 500+

Type: Fluff, post sex.

Warnings: Nudity(not graphic), mentions of sex.

Summarey: Bucky and you relax and enjoy the moment together. 

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ ‘s HBC Soft Seb Monday. It was a drunk drable prompt though. Happy Birthday HBC!!!

Hidden from the approaching dusky sky, warning of the impending starling night sky about to grace the world, you laid with your husband. From behind the folds of curtains which left open a crack at their meeting creeped in the slant rays of the sun, calmingly warm on your hot skin.

On the bed as soft as the love blooming in your eyes, you rested peacefully. Both your heads over a single pillow, you were facing each other and laying on your sides, physically as close as the bond in between.

Luxuriating in the aftermath of quite a lovely and active afternoon, sheets shrouding the lower halves of your bodies over tangled legs, soft and gentle smiles were passed around. The cool conditioned air hit the glistening skin of your back right where the sun rays did, bringing a sweet relief to your already hot skin.

Though the air surrounding you smelled of sex, it was overflowed with the feelings of never-ending love and adoration between two lucky souls fortunate enough to have found each other.

Eyes withholding orbs as blue and vast as the morning sky, spiced up with a rare mixture of mischief and innocence looked into your own; those eyes which Bucky had although seen many a times, had sworn that he'd either love their holder with all his might for as long as was his eternity or die doing so when he first noticed them and their bearer.

His fingers danced along the terrain of your body which was exquisitely etched into his brain. Familiar, when hardly anything felt so. His metal fingers moved on to your cheek, petting and caressing with all the tenderness you brought out in him.

"(Mr./Mrs.) Barnes" He said, feeling cheeky, loving the sound of your names attached together, knowing you were his constant for a delightfully long, long time.

Those lips he loved ravishing and worshiping; those whose movements were grained into his memory saying 'I do' at the holy alter with their owner looking like a most enchanting deity in white; those lips which he'd then never loved loving them as much as in that moment and thereafter, said, "Yes, Mr. Barnes?" Cheeky, just like his own with an addition of a smile so divine that would make the Gods shy.

"You look so beautiful." Bucky said, intertwining his fingers with yours, under such charms that even deaf ears could hear the sincerity rolling off of him.

You giggled, smile broadening. Resting a your palm in the crook of his neck, you purred,  "You look so handsome."

"Yeah?" Gliding his hands to your waist, he started leaning over you with a sly smirk.

"Mhmm," You nodded, moving to lay on your back.

"Well, can this handsome man get a kiss?" Bucky said, fully over you, hands holding up his weight but his body touching you nonetheless.

"If the said man is my husband? Without question." You grinned, lips touching the plump pink ones with a smile and softness once again, relishing in the sweet taste of him.

~~~

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[bisousbucky]

Lucky Charm

Pairing: Bucky X Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Bucky's lucky charm has gotten him a few places in life, the best one yet is you, his pregnant wife sleeping next to him.

Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), language, 18+ pregnant!reader, implied smut

A/N: Prompt written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club and it's in combination with Day 3 of The HBC Kinktober : Oral

Bucky was humming loudly next to you in bed, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't begining to irritate you. Your excuse is, you can blame the hormones. Being pregnant excused a lot.

The curtains in your room were parted slightly, allowing the light from the moon shine through them.

"Do you have to hum so loudly? Or better still, do you have to hum at all?" You snapped, rolling your head to look at him smirking.

"Is it bothering you baby girl?" He taunts, licking his lips. His eyes roam down the entire length of your body, a few seconds longer on your bump that has his baby growing inside of.

He has his lucky charms to thank for that.

"Well, it's midnight. I'm trying to sleep. Why don't you try to sleep too?"

Bucky chuckles and sits up to hover over you. His lips trace the pulse point of your neck that has your pussy humming already.

Damn hormones.

"Oh god." You moan, your fingers instinctively pulling up your nightdress.

"Who needs to go to sleep when I got you next to me, hmm?" He asks, his fingers grazing along the insides of your thighs. Your legs fall open willingly, the rush of cold air forces a hiss to pass through your parted lips.

Bucky teases you, kissing and nipping as he makes his way down south. His fingers gripping the hem of your nightshirt and pulling it up and over your head, tossing it keenly behind him. Your tender nipples stiffen thanks to the cold air from the open windows.

"Fuck baby girl. You're such a treat." He comments, his fingers massaging your thighs.

"Buck!" Fuck you were in trouble, he's barely touching you and you're already soaking wet. "Please..."

Bucky presses a gentle kiss to your ankle and lays down on his stomach between your legs. Your sweet arousal hits his senses as soon as he does.

His tongue moves between your folds, wrapping his lips around your clit and suckling gently. Even the sensation of his mouth causes you to moan out in ecstasy.

"Ah Buck! Yes just like that!" Bucky absolutely loves his girl vocal in bed, it's important to him that you tell him what feels good and what doesn't.

Bucky changes directions of his tongue, alternating from drawing random patterns, to anti-clockwise and then resume the up and down motion. All three together drive you fucking wild.

Your back is already arching off the bed, your hands fisting the off white sheets.

"God you taste so amazing!" He groans, the vibrations of his voice sends shockwaves through your body.

Your hormones are in overdrive, and that fire burning within the pit of your stomach is just about ready to explode.

"Bucky! Faster!" He obliges by also pressing down a little harder on that bundle of nerves. "YES! I'm gonna cum!"

Bucky keeps moaning, his tongue never faltering as he sends you right over the edge. Your legs quiver on either side of his head as he works on drinking you up.

"Fucking delicious." He groans, licking his lips clean. Your foot rubs over his painfully hard cock, a gutteral moan comes from him. "Hmmm fuck."

"Take your boxers off."

"Yes ma'am."

[littledarlinwrites]

Lucky

Dayton White x Reader

HBC Drunk Drabble for the 1k celebration! This was a request sent in by an anon asking for a Dayton White drabble about him finding out during interviews that the reader is pregnant. Enjoy anon! @the-ss-horniest-book-club

Dayton had wished you could have been at the race, you were his ultimate good luck charm, but you both decided at the last minute to go see the doctor about stomach issues you were having. You had told him you would be fine, and that if things weren’t he would be your first call, but his nerves were at full speed, much like the car was driving. He thought of the only thing that would calm him enough to get through the race, the sooner he wins, the faster he gets home to you.

It worked well enough that with just one or two seconds to spare, he won the race. All he had to do now was get through the interviews, which always asked the same questions and he could get home to you, make sure you were okay, and get the biggest race winning kiss he’s probably ever gotten. And maybe, if he was lucky, he would get lucky tonight.

The interviews with each reporter went on and on, the same questions over and over again until he reached the last reporter who seemed to be a bit more bubbly than the rest. He tried to stay perked up considering the interviews were live, but all he could think about was you at home wearing nothing but your lace panties and one of his shirts. 

“Congratulations! You seem to be one lucky guy lately Dayton!” The interviewer enthusiastically said to him as she rubbed her pregnant belly.

“Thanks! I seem to be the luckiest guy in the world lately.” Dayton comments, referring to your recent marriage and the race he just won. 

“I know! First your wedding, then the new baby, now the race? A lot of people would agree that you are indeed the luckiest guy in the world!” At first Dayton just nods his head in agreement, that is until the words sink into his head. Then his face is painted with shock. He schools his face and rushes through this interview before running to his car. All the gear he normally takes off before leaving still on him. He swears he probably ran at least three red lights on the way home to you and when he gets there he sees you on the front porch swing, blanket draped over your lap, biting your nails, a nervous habit of yours. He takes the steps two at a time, not even shutting his car door and as soon as you stand up you’re in his arms. 

“We’re gonna have a baby?” Dayton whispers out, shock still in his voice and tears threatening to spill. He feels you nod your head yes into the crook of his neck and that’s all he needs before he spins you around once in pure joy. Dayton couldn’t agree more in that moment that he was the luckiest man in the world. A sentiment he repeated seven months later when the gave birth to a baby girl named Lucky.

[jewels2876]

Jealousy

It’s Day 5 of HBC Lucky Charms with the prompt Green - shoutout to @the-th-horniest-book-club​

Loki x reader

Word count: 266

Rating: G - just fluffy Loki fun!

“Who do I get to blow up next?” you asked excitedly. You never tired of fighting alongside the Avengers, especially when it meant using your explosive talents. The grin you flashed at Bucky made him grin back at you. 

Loki was not amused. “Y/n, darling, I think you blew up the last of them.” You pouted as he slung his arm around your shoulders. 

Bucky shot you another grin. “I think I see some guys lining up to get blown up. Want me to grab Cap’s shield?”

Before you could answer, Loki turned you and landed a bruising kiss on your lips. Bucky chuckled and shook his head, running towards the last of the bad guys. As you recovered from the kiss, you pulled back, then slugged Loki in the arm. “What was that for?” you demanded.

Loki’s expression changed from loving to annoyed. “Sergeant Barnes was paying you too much attention for my liking and YOU seemed to egg him on.” His green eyes glittered as you burst into giggles.

“You’re jealous?? Of Bucky??” You burst into another fit of giggles. 

Loki crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at you. “I am displeased with his attentions towards my girlfriend; I am surprised that you return his attention so easily. Neither of these are jealousy.”

You couldn’t help the giggles that erupted yet again before you threw yourself at Loki. He easily caught you and let you envelope him in a warm hug. “I love you, even if you are a little green with jealousy.”

“I said I’m not… did you say green?”

[marvelgirl7]

Fall Mornings With You

HBC Drabble! 

This amazing Drabble was sent in by the charming @definitelyclayappuzzo I hope you enjoy it :)

Parings: Clack

Warnings: Fluff lot’s of fluff you’ll prolly get cavities 

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Clay couldn’t help but smile watching Jack sleeping peacefully. He kisses his head gently and slowly gets out of bed. Clay had an idea and wanted to get it done. He smiles to himself as he gets everything ready.

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Jack frowns waking up to Clay’s side of the bed cold he wonders where he went. Jack looks around and stops noticing a rose and a card.

“You were so peaceful sleeping I couldn’t wake you. Come downstairs I have a surprise for you. -Love Clay”

Jack can’t stop smiling big as he walks down the stairs and sees Clay in the kitchen he smiles watching him as Clay look up and meet’s Jack’s eyes.

“Hey, bed head.” Jack smiles as he walks over. Clay looks up a little nervous and takes a deep breath 

“I know how much you love coffee and fall so... I went out and bought different fall coffee types and I made three different ones for us to try. I also made this fall-themed snack dish and I got some movies, Hocus Pocus, and Harry Potter.”

Clay was out of breath as Jack just smiles big and pulls him in deep for a kiss. Jack cups Clay’s cheeks and just stares in his eyes.

“I love it, I love you. How did I get so lucky to get you, Clay.” Clay just smirks.

“I’m the lucky one sugar.” Jack smiles as he wraps his arms tightly around Clay. 

“Come on babe let’s go snuggle and enjoy our coffee and snacks and watch some movies.” 

Clay smiles at Jack as they go enjoy their fun Fall Morning. 

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@the-ss-horniest-book-club, @book-dragon-13, @beckzorz, @lancetuckersmustache, @jobean12-blog, @loricameback, @sallycanwait68, @collinsstanharbour, @buckingmadness,@buckmesideways22, @stuck-y-together, @spacemansam, @tranquil–heart, @southernbell91, @littledarlinhavefaithinme, @randomfandompenguin, @cchellacat, @marvelous-meggi, @marvelandotherfandomimagines, @eurynome827, @abovethesmokestacks, @jewelofwinter, @nobernieyouareunderreacting, @chuuulip, @definitelyjackbenjamin

[book-dragon-13]

HBC Lucky Charms-Green

In the country with Hal

Ireland with Steve

Ireland with Druig

Loki’s Magic

@the-ss-horniest-book-club

@the-ce-horniest-book-club

@the-marvel-horniest-book-club

@the-th-horniest-book-club

[theycallmebecca]

Let’s be honest, there was no one else I could use for today than Colin Shea for the HBC Lucky Charms event @the-ce-horniest-book-club

If anyone is going to celebrate their Irish heritage in Boston, it’s going to be him. 🤣

Happy St Patrick’s Day everyone! ☘️

[the-ce-horniest-book-club]

HBC Masterlists

Please note that some work written for The HBC will contain 18+ content.

Drunk Drabbles Masterlists by Month

July 2020

August 2020

September 2020

October 2020 

November 2020

December 2020

January 2021

February 2021

March 2021

April 2021

May 2021

June 2021

Old Fashioned Drunk Drabbles

Links are to the masterlists on the Sebtastican Stan HBC page

January 15, 2021

January 30 & 31, 2021

February 19, 2021

April 10, 2021

Drunk Drabbles Character Masterlists

Chris Evans

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Colin Shea

Frank Adler

Jake Jensen

Johnny Storm

Nick Vaughan

Ransom Drysdale

Steve Rogers

Events: All HBC

The HBC Kinktober 2020 Masterlist

The HBC Home For The Holidays 2020 Masterlist

HBC Week of Love 2021 Masterlist

HBC Lucky In Love 2021 Masterlist

HBC Kinky Halloween Masterlist (2021)

HBC Winter Wonderland Masterlist (2021)

HBC Candy Hearts Club Masterlist (2022)

HBC Lucky Charms Masterlist (2022)

Events: CE HBC

CE HBC Easter Egg Hunt 2021

CE HBC Steve & Peggy Weekend 2021

CE HBC Happy Birthday Chris 2021

CE HBC Birthday Bingo (2021)

Challenges: All HBC

2020

July 6 - HBC Second Chance Prompt

July 13 - HBC One Word Prompts - Time And Place

July 16 - HBC Fun in the Sun

July 23 - HBC Tropes

July 30 - HBC Colors Drabbles

August 21 - HBC End of Summer Drabbles

August 26 - HBC Pamper Your Man

August 28 - HBC Game Day

September 21-27 - HBC Fall In Love

November 12 - HBC Inspired By Song Titles

2021

January 1 - HBC Home for the Holidays Bonus Day

February 16-21 - Clean Up the Archive

February 23 - HBC Can’t Live Without...

February 25 - HBC Conversations with a Stranger

May 21 - Regency Era

May 28-31 - HBC Long Distance Love Weekend

June 3 - Theme Day: Food and Drink

June 15 - Theme Day: Disney Day

June 18 - Theme Day: Date Night

June 21 - HBC All Eras Day

July 7 - HBC Pool Day

August 30-September 2 - HBC Back to School Week

September 22-26 - Festive Fall

November - Wicked Wednesdays

2022

Wicked Wednesdays

April 1-3 - HBC Prank Weekend

May 15-21 - HBC Spring Fling

Challenges: CE HBC

2020

July 25 - Chris Evans AU

August 4 - Dodger Day

August 18 - Character Appreciation Days

2021

January 9 - Game: How Would You Spend 24 Hours with Chris/One of His Characters January 23 - Drabble Weekend: Songs

June 15 - Disney Day

[jobean12-blog]

Lucky Charm

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Fireman!Bucky AU)

Word Count: 2,091

Summary: Bucky rescues you in more ways than one. 

Author’s Note: This is for two things: The HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ continuation of drunk drabbles and the prompt sent in below as well as the HBC’s 24 hour surprise challenge: Quarantine Heroes. I went with the Fireman AU because well, Bucky as a fireman is amazing and I have a very special one in my family. Thank you to all the amazing people out there working to keep us safe, love to you all, always! Thank you for sending in the prompt, hope you don’t mind I combined it with my story! Thank you all for reading! LOVE❤❤❤

Warnings: fluff, lots of smiling and flirting, implied smut, Bucky being a fireman, sweet fluffy fluff, DOG NOSES! :) 

Walking down the aisle of the grocery store you search for your favorite cereal. Finally spotting a few boxes on the very top shelf you stop your cart and look around mumbling to yourself, “how the hell am I going to reach that?” You step on the bottom shelf and test its strength, watching as it bows under the pressure of your foot.

“Nope.” you say to yourself and back up.  “Hey, doll, need some help?” You whirl around, hand over your heart as you lock eyes with one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. His smile crinkles the corners of his eyes as you take in his gear; tight navy tee shirt, suspenders resting across his broad shoulders and chest and black protective pants. It takes you a moment to find your voice, “yes, please. I can’t reach my cereal.”

Tearing his eyes away from you he looks up, “which one can I grab for ya, doll.” He’s only called you doll twice but you’re certain you want to hear it fall from his lips for the rest of your life. A blush coats your cheeks as you murmur, “Lucky Charms.” His smile widens as he reaches up and grabs 4 boxes. “Here you go, one for you, and three for us. The guys love this stuff too.”

You rock back and forth on the balls of your feet, hugging the box of cereal, “thanks for coming to my rescue.” His laugh rings through the aisle and you can’t help your own giggle from escaping. “Anytime, doll, it’s my job,” he says with a wink. “I’m James by the way, but everyone calls me Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you, Bucky. I’m y/n.” “Barnes!!! Barnes, quitcha flirting and let’s go, I’m hungry.” With one last dazzling smile Bucky bids you farewell, “pleasure is all mine, y/n, hope to see ya around.” You watch him jog off toward the other guys, the one who yelled for Bucky giving you a wink and a wave. You wave back, turning around quickly to hide your ear to ear grin.

The next morning you wake to sunshine and a cool breeze coming in through the open window. You sit up and watch your dog do her downward dog off the bed, immediately nosing you for breakfast. You both have a bite to eat then decide it’s too nice not to head out for a morning walk.

As soon as the warm sunshine hits your face you’re reminded of Bucky and his smile, warmth now flooding through your body for a different reason. You round the corner, mind far away as you keep going over your run in with the handsome fireman from yesterday.

It isn’t until you almost trip over Huckle’s leash that you hear a voice calling your name. Turning toward the sound you watch as Bucky jogs toward you, “hey y/n!!! I wasn’t sure I’d ever get your attention.” You both laugh as he bends down to pet your dog. “And who is this cutie?”  he asks in his best ‘omg I love dogs’ voice. “That’s Huckle!”

He continues rubbing her chest and sides, laughing as Huckle licks his face, “I think she likes me.” Bucky finally stands and you take a moment to get another good look at him. You never thought suspenders could look so good. “She loves walks and it was such a nice morning we had to come out and enjoy it,” you explain.

“Beautiful,” he hums, his eyes looking you over. Your skin tingles under his heated gaze and you finally remember how to speak, “what are you doing out here.” He turns his head and points to the firehouse, “at work. I saw you walking by and had to say hi.”

“I’m glad you did. I hope I’m not taking up too much of your time.” He motions for you to follow him, “not at all, doll, in fact, you’ll have to come say hi to the guys now because they’ve been staring at us the whole time and I’ll get endless shit over it if I don’t introduce you properly.”

Your stomach drops, nervousness instantly taking over as you walk slowly behind him, “are you sure, Bucky, I don’t want to be in the way or anything.” This time he grabs your hand and pulls you along, “not at all, it’s a quiet morning.”

The door to the firehouse is open and you see the other firemen perched in various positions by the opening, a couple of them holding bowls of Lucky Charms. The one who winked and waved to you yesterday stands up and yells, “hey look it’s our lucky charm.” Bucky leans down next to your ear and whispers, “just ignore them, they live to tease anyone they can.”

Knowing your cheeks must be as red as the engine you dip your head and laugh, “hey guys!” Bucky stops with his hands on his hips, “ok, enough Wilson, save it for her next visit.” The whole group erupts into snickers and whistles, “you plan on having her back then, Barnes, yeah!” Bucky turns a grinning face to you, “this is the first time I’ve brought a girl around.”

Now it’s your turn to give him a bright smile, “well, I certainly feel special.” Huckle strains on her leash as she pulls you closer inside. The guys crowd around to pet her much to her glee and it gives you and Bucky a quiet moment. “So, you must live close by then,” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck. “I do, right around the corner actually, what about you?” “Just a few blocks over, makes getting to work really easy.”

The two of you notice the silence simultaneously, turning to see Huckle lying on her back, surrounded by 5 grinning guys. The one named Wilson speaks first, “well, Barnes, ask her out already. We’re all waitin’.” Throwing them the middle finger he grabs Huckle’s leash and walks you both back out into the sunshine, “so whaddya say doll, would you go out with me some time?”

Your answer is immediate, “I’d love to!” Cheers erupt from the doorway, complete with high fives and fist bumps. “How do you manage all day with them?” you ask with a sweet laugh. “It’s not that bad…. sometimes I end up punching one of them but ya know, we love each other.” You throw your head back in laughter, “I bet.”

“Can I get your number? I’ll check out the shifts for the weekend and let you know when I’m free so we can set something up.” Taking his phone from his hand you punch in your name and number, handing it back to him, “there ya go.” He looks down, the small green four-leaf clover emoji next to your name making him smile for the 100th time. “Thanks, lucky charm, I’ll talk you soon.” In a bold move you lean up and kiss him on the cheek, waving goodbye to the sounds of more cheers and whistles.

Your first date with Bucky is everything you hoped it would be, he’s sweet and romantic but all the while assertive and strong in all the right ways. You’re falling hard but you don’t want to mess it up by moving too fast. The evening ends with a heated kiss on your doorstep, Bucky reluctant to pull away from your soft lips, “I’m sorry if I took that too far, doll, it’s just…I’ve been thinking about kissing you since we met.”

Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt you pull him down to your lips once again, effectively letting him know it was more than fine. When you finally separate it’s with heavy breaths and swollen lips. “Can I see you again?” he whispers, eyes darting back to your lips. “I can’t wait,” you say, giving him one more chaste kiss before backing into your doorway and slowly closing it. The last thing you see is Bucky standing there with his bottom lip between his teeth and his eyes dark.

The next few days go by in a blur, work keeping you busy and your upcoming date with Bucky keeping you giddy. Bucky had a 24-hour shift on Thursday, so your date was scheduled for Saturday to give him some time to rest.

Saturday arrived and you couldn’t stop smiling. It seemed you had been doing that since you met him. Bucky showed up at your door on time and looking better than ever. The jeans he wore hugged his thick thighs perfectly and the buttons of his shirt were pulled tight across his muscled chest.

“You look gorgeous, doll.” Your heart goes aflutter in your chest, the use of the endearment never failing to make you swoon. “Thanks,” you reply shyly, taking his hand and heading out. Your second date is even better than the first, Bucky’s attentiveness something you weren’t used to. He just seems so perfect.

The end of night finds you pressed against your door, Bucky’s hard body flush to yours as he kisses you senseless. You pull away to take a breath, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, “do you wanna come in?” Cupping your cheek, he quietly asks, “are you sure, y/n? I can wait if that’s what you want.” Running your fingers under his shirt you grab the waistband of his jeans, “I want you.”

His large hands fumble with the door, finally getting it open as you two practically fall inside. Your night together is better than anything you could imagine, and you wake up to another sunny day feeling more satisfied and happier than you have in a long time.

“Morning beautiful,” Bucky whispers against your hair, pulling your naked body closer to his. “Morning, Buck,” you giggle, kissing his chest. “What time do you have to be at work?” you ask, hoping it isn’t until later. “Unfortunately, I have the early shift today, I have to leave in a few,” he says sadly.

You unwillingly untangle yourselves and watch Bucky get dressed from your bed, appreciating his body in the morning light. He leaves you with kiss swollen lips and promises to call later. The rest of your morning is spent cleaning up your apartment and as you do so you find a treasure balled up in your bed from last night.

You shower and throw it on, sniffing the collar of Bucky’s tee shirt from the firehouse. It smells so good you don’t take it off for the rest of the day. And that’s how you find yourself, Bucky’s shirt hanging off your frame as you and Huckle strut down the block toward the firehouse.  He had text you only a little while ago, saying he missed you and if you weren’t busy to come down for a visit.

You quickly responded and told him you’d be there in under and hour, baking some of your famous chocolate chip cookies before heading out. As you approach the firehouse you notice the garage door is open and Bucky is leaning against the frame, legs crossed over each other and scrolling through his phone.

He looks up at the sound of Huckle’s happy bark, his smile lighting up his face. You watch as his eyes drink you in, roaming over your body from head to toe, “hey, doll.” His arm snakes around your waist and he pulls you in for a toe-curling kiss, a breathy “hi,” leaving your lips afterwards. Bucky makes sure to say hi to Huckle, rubbing her all over before looking back to you.

You watch as his eyes land on your chest, widening slightly before they darken, “what are you wearing?” he asks, voice deep. You immediately panic, looking down and realizing he is referring to his tee shirt, “oh, this? You left it this morning and it’s so soft and smells like you, so I didn’t want to take it off…. I hope that’s ok,” you ask guiltily.

He crashes you to his chest, his nose rubbing against yours. “It’s more than ok doll, I love you in it, you can keep it.” Bucky brings his lips down to yours, his tongue parting your mouth as he deepens the kiss. You don’t even realize you have an audience until the very familiar voice of Wilson resonates through the open space, “looks like Barnes finally found himself a girl!” The next comment makes you both laugh enough to end your kiss, “and she brought us cookies!” yells Parker, rushing over to grab some.

@aesthetical-bucky​ @book-dragon-13​ @chuuulip​ @eurynome827​ @hiddles-rose​ @hailmary-yramliah​ @ikaris-whore​ @itsunclebucky​ @jewelofwinter​ @jewels2876​ @jhangelface0523​ @loricameback​ @littledarlinhavefaithinme​ @littleredstarfish​ @mushyjellybeans​ @marvelgirl7​ @marvelandotherfandomimagines​ @nano--raptor​ @nerdypinupcrystal​ @randomfandompenguin​ @sallycanwait68​ @softpeachbarnes​ @when-the-hell-is-bucky​ 

[mysmedrabbles]

RFA in the Victorian Era!

Rfa if they lived in the victorian era, what theyd do, be like etc (takes place in London) ,, omfg i had so much fun writing this I love this era,, enjoy!~

-mod alex

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Jumin

-rich kid on the block

-cold and reserved as always I'm getting darcy vibes from him

-would throw the elegant parties and rich balls

-only wears the finest mf silk suits imported from Indonesia idfk and obnoxiously tall top hats

-I'm seeing him in a deep wine red tux

-probably has a cane with an ornate head like a fancy cat with a monocle

-his father is the mayor of the city

-always in the public eye

- would be a piece of SHIT to his servants

-"this is lukew a r m soup. Did you hear me say i wanted lukewarm soup? I think the fuck not. Go away George you dumb hoe, youre fired"

-poor george

-never lets himself get attached but damn when you move to London, something about the way you carry yourself...the way your hair floats in the wind making you look like an angel...how your dress wraps around your waist perfectly

-immediately makes a grand gesture

-"here have this bouquet of roses and these 10 acres of land"

-"uhhhh who are you?"

-isnt subtle at all

-pride and prejudice part II anyone? 😂

Jaehee

-part of the femenist movement

-cool headed but can be of the more violent activists

- ha t e s  jumin

- hes everything thats wrong with society in her opinion

-comes from a long line of servant women

-mother was killed by her father when she was young bc he was angry that the child was a girl

-wears all black dresses

-"who died why are you wearing all black?"

-"my faith in humanity is dead"

-y'all live together

-"to demonstrate that you dont need a man to be happy I will now kiss mc"

-"jaehee wh-"

-you guys start the idea of a suffrage movement

-no one acknowledges the fact that you guys are lovers 

-angry lesbians

Yoosung

-a  n e r d 

-a whore for chess

-likes lording over his opponents how smart he is

-idk why but I see him smoking a pipe just for the aesthetic

- he always goes into a coughing fit whenever he tries to smoke tho

-medical student

-intern at the local morgue

-accidentally gets sucked into detective cases when he sees some of the more gruesome bodies

-can't grow a beard for shit

-has one of those fancy pocket watches on a chain

-gets too wrapped up in work sometimes , especially after rika dies

-rikas death upsets him even more bc they dont have a body so he can't even examine her to see if it was really suicide

-meets you during a case, your brother had been killed and your family was desperately for justice

- confident in his studies but a blushy boy the second it comes to you

-pda 23/7

-is a mess

-rises to the top of the medical community fast

Seven

-secret agent

-they know his name but no one knows who he is

-undercover operative who infiltrated some of the most dangerous mafias

-froze in the last second of his last mission due to seeing saeran, causing him to be hurt, badly

-broken arm, twisted ankle, rip in his thigh, fracture in his skull

-now the head of operations, better at planning

-genius

-has a huge collection of books and trinkets from other countries

-imports HBC and coffee

-adreneline junkie

-has more enemies than friends

-hangs out with yoosung only because hes genuinley smart also he likes going to the morgue to see the bodies

-bitter about his scars but hides it with jokes abt him being a mutant

-a happy go lucky kinda guy

-drinks a l o t 

-has a goatee and people think he's satan

-wears flamboyant purple or black suits but isn't above cross-dressing

-c a t  d a d

-you guys would read together, you sitting on his lap and just reading classics

Zen

-no one takes him seriously

-does low budget plays

-the girls still love him though

-charming

-a drunk

-has gotten kicked out of multiple bars for starting fights

-wears mostly grey and brown, but his clothes are mainly dirt stained

-had to claw his way up to the top

-maybe he killed a man how should I know

-has a talent of making you think youre so lucky to even be talking to him

-maybe that's why you fall for him

-but you put him in his place quickly

-he starts to travel more and more as his shows start gaining popularity taking you along with him

-you guys basically travel all of europe together

-romantic af

-never talks about his teen years

-constant nightmares

-smokes cigars