#me when men are happy and in love with each other

[vintagepublishing]

🍒 An Excerpt from Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin 🍒

"Giovanni had awakened an itch, had released a gnaw in me. I realized it one afternoon, when I was taking him to work via the Boulevard Montparnasse. We had bought a kilo of cherries and we were eating them as we walked along. We were both insufferably childish and high-spirited that afternoon and the spectacle we presented, two grown men jostling each other on the wide sidewalk and aiming the cherry pits, as though they were spitballs, into each other's faces, must have been outrageous. And I realized that such childishness was fantastic at my age and the happiness out of which it sprang yet more so; for that moment I really loved Giovanni, who had never seemed more beautiful than he was that afternoon. And, watching his face, I realized that it meant much to me that I could make his face so bright, I saw that I might be willing to give a great deal not to lose that power. And I felt myself flow toward him, as a river rushes when the ice breaks up. Yet, at that very moment, there passed between us on the pavement another boy, a stranger, and I invested him at once with Giovanni's beauty and what I felt for Giovanni I also felt for him. Giovanni saw this and saw my face and it made him laugh the more. I blushed and he kept laughing and then the boulevard, the light, the sound of his laughter turned into a scene from a nightmare. I kept looking at the trees, the light falling through the leaves. I felt sorrow and shame and panic and great bitterness. At the same time—it was part of my turmoil and also outside it—I felt the muscles in my neck tighten with the effort I was making not to turn my head and watch that boy diminish down the bright avenue. The beast which Giovanni had awakened in me would never go to sleep again; but one day I would not be with Giovanni anymore. And would I then, like all the others, find myself turning and following all kinds of boys down God knows what dark avenues, into what dark places? With this fearful intimation there opened in me a hatred for Giovanni which was as powerful as my love and which was nourished by the same roots." Scene art of Giovanni and David walking the Boulevard du Montparnasse created by the talented @emilypaik​. Commissioned for Tumblr by Vintage Books in celebration of the James Baldwin Centenary.

[starshinegazer]

Shoutout Sunday

I just wanted to collect some of the most memorable Astarion fanfics I've read so far and to give them and their authors a big ol' shoutout. These are some of the fics I strongly suggest others to check out, if you haven't yet.

Also, please feel free to comment and recommend your favorites as well! And, if you know of some of these authors on tumblr, lemme know, so I can add them too :) I'm not too good with words, so I'll be slapping some of the authors own words as descriptions (for now). Oh, and do be mindful of tags etc etc... Here goes, in no particular order:

Pieces Still Stuck In Your Teeth by howlsmovinglibrary (@wetcatspellcaster) "The Vampire Ascendent has crossed a line. Eleven years after making the biggest mistake of her life and losing the man she loved, tiefling wizard (now Archmage) Rosalie decides it’s time to put this Astarion in the ground for good. Hopefully, both her head and her heart are strong enough to see this awful task through to its end."

An Honest Lie by howlsmovinglibrary (@wetcatspellcaster) "Astarion and Rosalie think they understand each other perfectly, but they have each fallen prey to the other’s mask. As they both go forward with their adventure, will either of them dare to be honest?"

A Crooked Touch by eyes_of_the_lamb "If you want to read a story where Astarion is sweet from the start and Tav is here to fix him, this isn't the one. If you want to read about two terribly broken men spending a good long while making each other worse before they make each other better, this might be for you. If you thought the in-game romance was a little too easy and it should have been ten times more painful and difficult to convince Astarion he's worthy of love, this is definitely for you."

Perfect Slaughter by Imagineitdear (@imagineitdearies ) "Tyrus, a low-born drow with aspirations for necromantic wizardry, finds none of the hospitality he expected from his new noble patron, Cazador Szarr. Quickly he loses his life and future, his hopes and dreams—only to find something new to fight for in the unlikely arms of Cazador’s least favorite spawn."

A Novel Experience by meanboss (@meanbossart ) "Initially just an epilogue for my own game campaign with my big meaty dark urge drow, turned whole story which I accidentally deleted and am now reuploading, my bad LOL

Hope you enjoy!"

Carving Through The Dark by skitter "The realm is safe and the story is over.

Wren and Astarion descend into the Underdark in search of a new purpose, and learn a few things along the way. Namely, that healing isn't linear and sometimes love takes the long way round."

Blood In The Weave by gingealish "There is no need to breathe, but I miss it all the same. The suffocating silence, the desperate darkness have encapsulated me for I don’t even know how long; It could have been tendays or years. I’ve long since accepted my punishment, stopped trying in vain to crack the seal of my tomb against the onslaught of panic and hunger. Now I lay here, thinking of the friends I’ve lost, the lover who turned on me, and how to finally get even.

Astarion is the new Big Bad Evil Guy. Spawn Tav is rescued by a familiar face. "

When He’s all but Forgotten How to Love Again by bg_brainrot "You saved Baldur’s Gate almost 300 years ago. You died 150 years ago. On a new life now, you find that memories from your past lead you to a specific silver-haired man. Who was he, and why won't he leave you be? tldr; An Elf-Tav reincarnation story where Tav dreams about Astarion in their nightly reveries and eventually seeks him out once they reach maturity. Things definitely totally go well."

More Than Any Words by mataglap "They have saved the city and possibly the world. All is great and everyone is happy... except Astarion has been banished back into the shadows, and Tav is stuck in an uneven battle with his own oath. He's losing the fight. He knew he would from the moment he fell for Astarion. But he can't lose yet, not before they find a way for Astarion to walk in the sun again."

Inexhaustible Oil by homeward_bound "This is the absolute opposite of a redemption fic. A post-canon, fall-from-grace, "I can make you infinitely worse" kind of story, in which there is no simple happy ending. But there's mystery on the way. And dragons. True love, even. So if you're fine with that, come aboard. It's going to be a wild ride."

[itzzz-yerin]

⋆˚࿔ 𝑻𝑿𝑻 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𓍢ִ໋🀦 genre: headcanon, fluff, crack, comedic death

𓄃 wc: 800 approx

𓃶 note: new acc, im still unhinged.

𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑛 /ᐠ ̥ ̣̮ ̥ ᐟ\ﾉ

"Do you think my tie looks too tight?"

"Do you think beige napkin goes well with our food?"

"Do you think it's the perfect tempature in our guest's bathroom?"

"Should we go for turquiose blue or ocean blue for the cushion?"

"Would it be too much if I french kissed you after the vows?" -yeonjun

Hyper concious about everything. Nothing goes without him double checking, sniffing and nagging how it could be more perfect if you guys did something else.

Stressing about you, your mom even your dead great great uncle if he could.

Fixing the bedsheets you two will be fucking on later. Anxious, fidgety. Writes the wedding script 78 times but still isn't satisfied. Treats the wedding like a diablo final boss.

Finally when the venue is all set, you walking down the aisle with your beloved father's hand in your hand, you find... Yeonjun's missing. He eloped with his guy friend he told you not to worry about (happy pride month yall)

𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑛 (=˘ϖ˘=)

You had to console him thrice on the video call not to panic so much and everything would go well. But that man is shivering. Had a nightmare about the day about a month ago. Can't shake that feeling off his chest. He saw that his dead grandma is dancing on a bar, repeatedly telling him he would have 30 years of misfortune if he married you.

"Soobin? Listen to me? It's gonna alright bby"

"Yeah.. I love you.." *cuts the video call*

Still nervous and shaky. His gaze lingers upon that one champagne his friends bought him for the wedding and decides one sip wouldnt hurt.

And another sip.. yet another sip. Till he gets completely wasted on the 7th sip.

*phone buzzes with 127 missed call and 35 texts*

Arrives half a day late to the wedding.

𝐵𝑒𝑜𝑚𝑔𝑦𝑢 ʕ º ᴥ ºʔ

Your relationship with beomgyu has always been makeshift. Not in a bad way. Everytime a trouble comes, you guys power through it by laughing. You broke your nose? He gets you nasal spray as a joke. He lost his apartment due to bankrupcy? You get him a minecraft house. You both got a F on the assignment? You two still have a competition of who got the lowest mark on math. It's great, you guys got each other's back all the time, even in joking the love is present.

The wedding was reflection of this as well when you saw 2 adult bulked up men with beards and black suit spreading flowers from their cute mini buckets at everyone in the spot of your flower girls. Beomgyu whispers "The flower girls cancelled the last moment, so I got my workout jjang friends to fill in.. I swear this was our only option" You laugh, so did everyone.

But another problem rose as you cut the cake. The color looked amazing for a lemon cake. Bright, yellow..wait yellow? Then you taste it and it's durian. You ordered the cake and they completely messed up the order. You become instantly sad, eyes brimming with water threatening to fall with the bitter exotic flavour going into your mouth but Beomgyu gets a brilliant idea. "$100 for anyone who eats the most cake!" He shouts. So boy does everyone jump that cake and it was soon finished in moments. The fastest any cake has been devoured. Your face changes to a bright smile and a big laugh when beomgyu takes up on the challenge himself, and the day gets memorable.

𝑇𝑎𝑒ℎ𝑦𝑢𝑛 ( ⓛ ﻌ ⓛ *)

The picture perfect wedding. Everybody clapping, you happily walking down the aisle. He looks up at you with the most breathtaking watery boba eyes. Flushed cheeks and sweet smile. The vows he wrote in his one hand. You stand in front of him, giggling that the dream has come true. The priest asks you to recite your vows,

"I love that you let me think I'm the funny one in the relationship. And I love that you always help me find my keys, my wallet or phone; anything after I misplaced it. I promise to grow alongside you and I vow to love and cherish not only who you are but who you will become" -you

He looks shocked for a moment and then he starts reciting his own with a giggle,

"I'll start by saying something obvious. Between the two of us, you're the funny one in our relationship" He looks up at you to see your reaction, how your vows matched even though no one had it planned from before. He starts again with a smile,

"I promise to always find your keys, your wallet or your sunglasses" mouthing after how it's exactly the same. "And I vow to always cherish you for who you are and stand right beside you"

After a long day of everything going well, you bid farewell to your parents and the guests. The moment you try to get in the car, a bus crashes right into Taehyun who was leading the way. Surprise! That's the canon.

𝐻𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑎𝑖 (๑ŏ⋖⋗ŏ)

You might wanna sit down for this one. Everything that can go wrong will go wrong.

First of all he messed up the venues for the wedding and went to southwest 34 instead southwest 35. Then didn't notice it because there was another wedding happening there at the same time. He arrives several hours late, again finding the right address. Much furious arguements and cries later, you two finally get down to business.

Finding he lost the wedding rings. It was right in his pocket, could've left in the car or something.

He goes back to the car, he grabs it and closes the door but right then a part of his tuxedo gets stucks in the car door and it rips trying to get it out.

Your patience runs really low seeing him in that state, making puppy eyes at you. You stare at your clock, anxiously thinking why the caterers and photographers aren't here yet.

Well, hueningkai the man he is, texted the wrong address to them as well... then there's an unexpected typhoon that's making them impossible to arrive at your place. Several hours later, it's almost 9pm when the cateres arrive. Food cold and half drenched. You are counting down the ways you could've said no when hueningkai first proposed to you.

All's well that ends well, you chant this golden mantra and try to girlboss it, wait.. you didn't notice this before. IS THAT HIS FUCKING EX WEARING WHITE TO YOUR WEDDING?

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[bullet-prooflove]

The Study!Series Part Seven: Cutting - Dean Archer x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @helsinkibaby @hufflepuffgirl @mimi-8793

The Study:

Part One: Courting Disaster - Dean realises Jack is courting you.

Part Two: Distance - Dean tries to discuss the distance between the two of you.

Part Three: Deserving - Jack tries to show you, you deserve better.

Part Four: Navy Shirt - You and Dean don’t have secrets.

Part Five: A Punch in the Face - Dean responds badly to the news of Jack's kiss.

Part Six: Blow After Blow - Dean doesn't know how much more you can take.

Dean doesn’t expect Jack Dayton to turn up at his apartment. He’s sitting on the couch, scrolling through his contacts when he hears a knock at the door. He’s spent the past few hours on the phone, trying to get one of the other hospitals take on the study and all he gets is the same answer.

You have to take it higher.

The problem is Dean doesn’t know anyone higher. All of his friends are like him, they’re the kinda of guys that like being in the trenches, they don’t exist in boardrooms, they don’t play the politics.

When he opens the door and sees Jack standing there it feels like the perfect end to a perfect day. You’re working a double at the hospital because you’re not ready to come home and deal with the ramifications of the study being cancelled. The only way you can cope right now is to bury yourself in your work.

“For Christ’s sake.” Dean erupts as he starts to slam the door in Jack’s face, but the other man reaches out, holding it open with his palm.

“Just give me five minutes.” Jack requests and there’s something in his voice that makes Dean pause.

“I can’t imagine what the two of us have left to say to each other.” He relents. “But by all means come inside.”

It’s strange for Jack, seeing the life you and Dean have built together. The picture frames on the book case tell the story of a happy marriage, one based on smiles and laugher. You bring out a lighter side to the Head of the E.D, one that Jack’s never seen before. There are touches of you throughout the apartment, pops of colour that brighten the living room, the fresh flowers on the kitchen table, lush house plants that radiate life.

Your office is the same, he remembers thinking how odd it was that the Medical Examiner’s office seemed more soothing in its dark basement than the rest of the damn hospital.

“The lip’s healing nicely.” Dean remarks and Jack can’t help but rise his fingers to touch it.

“Look.” Jack says as he tucks his hands back into his pockets of his overcoat. “I’m not here to rehash what happened with me and Isobel.”

It’s the wrong thing to say, Jack sees it the instant the words leave his mouth. Something ignites in Dean’s eyes as he fixes Jack with a furious stare, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Nothing did happen between you and Isobel.” Dean says forcefully. “You kissed her and I punched you in the face. That’s the summary of it.”

“Again that’s not why I’m here.” Jack reiterates and Dean snorts his response.

“I know why you’re here.” Dean says resolutely. “You were hoping Isobel was home, that she was alone, vulnerable…”

“Is that what you think of me? That I’m some sort of monster that preys on unsuspecting women?” Jack snaps back at the other man. “That is not what it was, I had feelings for Isobel, genuine ones and I thought…”

Dean knows exactly what he thought. He knows what it’s like to be loved by you, how it feels like the stepping into the sun. You have no idea how you touch the lives of the people around you, how kind you are, how compassionate. To you it’s just natural but to men like him and Jack, it’s everything.

“She loves you.” Jack says, his gaze meeting Dean’s. “She will always love you.”

“Is that why you took her off the study?” Dean asks him as he leans back against the counter. “Is that why you killed it?”

“I didn’t kill the study, the investors did. I tried to advocate for it but they’re more interested in prolonging the lives of those that can fund the hospital than they are in what happens after.” Jack tells him as he looks away, his gaze lands on a picture of you when you were younger, you’re standing alongside your brother on his highschool graduation day, your father on the opposite side. “I know how much it means to her, I made some calls, got the study over moved to Northwestern, Anita’s going to handle the change over.”

“Congratulations.” Dean says bitterly. “You get to ride in with your money and connections and be the white knight.”

“Dean…” Jack says quietly. “That’s not what this is about and you know it. That programme stopped Isobel from hurting herself back then, it’ll help others too.”

It feels like a gut punch because those things, the ones that Jack’s alluding to they’re private, something shared between just the two of you.

“She told you about that?” He says, his voice a little rough.

Jack draws up the sleeve of his coat before he undoes the cuff of his shirt and pulls up the fabric.

Dean takes it in, the white scars that line his forearm, they crisscross over each other transecting his flesh. Some of them are faded, older but others they’re much newer, probably the past few months.

The cutting was something you used to do to manage your grief. Always on the inner thighs, somewhere no one else could see it. It’s the reason you hadn’t taken a lover in such a long time before Dean, you were ashamed of agony you wore on your skin, deeply so.

“I’m more patchwork than man these days.” Jack tells him as he rolls down his sleeve. “Isobel, she saw these, she knew what they were…”

He trails off then because he remembers the tenderness in your touch as you cleaned his wounds, how careful you were, how empathetic.

“I’ve been there,” You’d told him as you’d withdrawn another antiseptic wipe from his cutting kit. You’d had one too once upon a time, tucked neatly away inside your make up bag. “I can’t imagine the immense pressure you must be under every day.”

“It feels like I can’t breathe sometimes.” He had whispered as you applied the wound closure strips. “Cuttings the only way to vent the pressure, it’s the only way I feel in control.”

“How bad is it?” You ask and he begins to unbutton his shirt. You don’t look away when the material slips from his body, he thinks you’re the first woman who hasn’t. His shoulders, his chest, his stomach, all of it is portrait of slender white scars. He favours a razor, you acknowledge, he has several in his cutting kit.

“Let me help you.” You request, your hand clasping his. “I know someone, someone who you can talk to, someone who helps me when things get a little too much.”

He’d started seeing Elle Abrams after that, finding healthier ways to deal with the stress.

“Isobel didn’t see it as a weakness, she understood what it was, a way of coping…” He swallows hard against the well of emotion in his chest. “She saw the real me and I think that’s why…”

He doesn’t say the next part but Dean knows.

That’s why Jack fell in love with you.

“Will you tell her about the study?” Jack requests and Dean suddenly understands the reason other man ended up on his doorstep tonight. It hurts Jack too much knowing that the woman he loves, doesn’t love him. He can’t face her again after that rejection.

“Yea.” Dean says finally, his palm rubbing over the back of  his neck. “Yea I will.”

When Jack leaves your apartment he has one more stop to make before he heads home for the night. He asks his driver to detour by Oaktree Rehab Centre, where Sean Archer works.

He’s overheard the discussions about Dean’s son, their fraught past relationship, how they’ve started to mend fences. It one of the reasons Dean won’t tell his son just how sick he is, he doesn’t want the kid to bear the burden of that responsibility.

He knows how much you love Dean, that losing the other man will destroy you. He can’t stand the idea of you going through that again, of trying to survive that grief so Jack, he’s going to do the thing you can’t. He’s going to save Dean Archer so that you get the happy ending you deserve.

 When he meets Sean he can see the elements of Dean in his features, they’re subtle but it's in the eyes and face shape. The  body language though, it’s different. Dean is always reserved but Sean he’s open, genial. Jack supposes he has to be when it comes to the people he’s dealing with.

“How can I help you?” Sean asks as he comes to stand alongside the reception desk.

“It’s about your dad.” Jack tells the younger man. “I'm afraid he's not doing too great.”

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[lialox]

YHK Dynamics (2) - Trust

Thinking about how both Yoo Junghyuk and Kim Dokja trust Han Sooyoung more than anyone (including each other)

Joongdok are both big on being family men (both have a weakness for taking care of kids, and highly value found family).

But if it comes to them being unavailable for whatever reason, the first person they turn to in order to care for the ones they love is Han Sooyoung.

"Look after Yoo Mia for me" with HSY vs YJK nearly killing early scenarios KDJ over Yoo Mia

When saving Lee Sookyoung's damaged fables

"If anything happens to me pls follow Han Sooyoung"

When it comes to fighting/killing the Big Bad, YJK and KDJ will 100% rely on each other first and foremost. But keeping their loved ones safe and happy? It's a very mutual "hmm maybe not with this guy, he's insane" LOL

[jenthebug]

Happy Father’s Day to my husband! He’s a wonderful example of what a man should be. I hope Jay learns from his examples of how to keep house and how to live with another person. He pulls his weight. He’s truly an equal partner who makes life easier.

He’s a wonderful romantic partner; he’s never raised his voice in anger at me, never weaponized any incompetence, never pushed past my boundaries. Instead, he shows love, respect, and kindness.

He’s GREAT with money. I am not (lolcry) and I hope Husband and Jay have a talk about money at some point when Jay is receptive to it.

He’s an apprehensive parent, but that may be on me. I’ve always taken on the bulk of the parenting work and all of the discipline.

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Also!! Happy Father’s Day to Twin Bro! He’s Jay’s bonus third parent, and has gone all in on parenting Jay since we brought Jay home from the hospital. Twin Bro has been right there, reading stories and taking him on bike rides and playing and teaching; he brought Jay to his first Pride, he helped with homework, he’s flying Jay out to Seattle for a few days next month (and made Jay set up what he wanted to do!).

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Jay’s actual dad misses the mark sometimes, to put it lightly. They love each other, they’ll be celebrating with a dinner out tonight, and I’ll thank him for what he does; but I’ll be happy if Jay doesn’t take after him in his adult life.

Having two wonderful men guiding Jay and giving him examples of what a good man can be puts me at ease.

[s0ft-d3cay]

A Morning of Pancakes and Worship

Leon Kennedy x Male Reader | My gay heart needed to latch onto comfort again. Are you surprised?(Most likely not!) Anyway, I hope you all are having a lovely pride month. Happy Pride!

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff(no really its tooth rotting highkey), domestic couple things(I need a hug, I’m sure you do too), cute morning moments, kissing, nothing too explicit other then a few lines alluring to some spice, Y/N is used

WC: 1,118

The lingering effects of sleep began to wear off, Y/N’s mind running rampant through his 'to do list' of the day, eyes still closed as he basked in the heavyweight of his earlier unconsciousness. Eyes cracked open, slowly blinking as his eyes adjusted to the room. Y/N’s gaze then falls to Leon, feeling the grip of the other man around his arms. Watching as the man cuddled up to him in his soft peaceful state. Noticing the change in his breathing, the way his closed eyes twitched. Y/N’s lips pulled to a smile.

"You should be sleeping" Y/N mumbled, his sleep-ridden voice low as it rings between the two. Warm haze of soft sheets and blankets cover the men in a cocoon of restful bliss. Limbs entangled like thread, perfectly encased around one another. His eyes slowly continue to blink open, streams of sunlight peeked through the blinds in the room. Lines of heated glow falling over the bedspread and Y/N’s face, the man shifts himself away from the light beam. Laying on his side, facing Leon as his nose bumps against his boyfriend’s.

Puffs of warmth air blows over as Leon as he chuckles, his lips pulled to an affectionate grin. His own blue gaze already open toward the man. "How am I suppose to sleep when the prettiest man in the world is in my arms?" 

The man’s hand over Leon’s cheek moves up into his blonde strands. Smiling in adoration before speaking. "The same way when you closed those pretty eyes to kiss me." Y/N giggles, Leon’s embrace tightening around him, unable to help the urge to pepper light kisses over his boyfriend’s chest. An overwhelming feeling of adoration flowed through him in that moment.

Y/N pulls away from his onslaught of kisses, glancing over his boyfriend, taking in his exhausted lovers hazy blues. The man brought up a hand, gently caressing the other man’s cheek. His thumb rubbing soothing circles over Leon’s cheekbone. Wordlessly pinning over him with his admiration filled eyes.

"Shut up.." The blonde smiled, exhaling out as he merges to his lover’s touch. "I didn’t say anything, baby." Y/N retorted back in a softened huff, moving to rest on his elbow. His cheek pressing to his knuckles as his other hand continues to trace over Leon’s face.

Shifting even closer to Y/N, Leon’s embrace becomes firm. His face nuzzling against his boyfriend’s neck in reply. "You didn’t have too.." Y/N’s heart pounds in his chest. His cheeks slightly flushed and his sleepy expression made him look softer, more vulnerable to Leon.

"Sappy today aren’t you.." Y/N whispered out, his hands gently rubbing over Leon’s shoulder blades and back. Soothing over his partner’s softened muscles. "You hungry?" He adds.

"Mhm, are you on the menu by any chance?" Leon quirks back, his lips hungrily kissed and nipped along Y/N’s warm skin. He hums from the familiar taste that was his boyfriend. 

Y/N’s breath hicks as hot breath drew closer to his neck, the added light pinpricks of Leon’s teeth had the man grasping and pulling his head closer. His fingers now tangled in soft blonde locks, shivering as the man’s lips continued to pepper kisses over his skin.

Each kiss and love bite sent his brain buzzing empty, a pleasant hum spreading through his veins. "I will be an option for lunch. What you are feeling for breakfast other than me?" He chuckles, voice a soft gasp of whispers and charged lovingly tone as he circles back to his original question.

Leon chuckled, pulling back to gaze down at Y/N. "Well...I guess I could settle for your delicious pancakes until lunch." He let out a quiet huff, pretending to pout a bit as if he was genuinely disappointed. The hint of a smile on his lips betraying his act of defiance.

"Aww, don’t sound so disappointed blondie. You’ll receive your kisses from your personal chef." Y/N teased, leaning close to playfully nuzzle his nose to Leon’s. The man rumbles out a giddy laugh from his lover’s response, the soft affectionate from Y/N always had a way of pulling that genuine laugh from him. "You know I can’t say no to giving you chef kisses, how else am I supposed to reward my amazingly handsome man?" Leon chuckles through his words.

Icy blue eyes reflecting with infatuation towards Y/N, love sick with his affectionate boyfriend. "Well, let’s see…" Y/N whispered, holding the other man’s gaze as he continues. Compassion flowing between the two, an air of solitude, a safety net within the men’s shared bed. Their heart in sync as blood rushes throw warm skin, almost singing to one another in devotion. 

"Keep kissing me of course." Y/N answers with an obvious expression, his own gaze a mirrored version of his lovers. Quickly kissing Leon's nose before lightly tapping his waist. "Come on lovely, let’s go make some pancakes."

The two lovers now stood in their kitchen, taking turns on cooking and holding one another. Even apart, at least one limb is outstretch towards the other, seeking consistent contact. Words of everything and anything passed between them, small jokes provoking chuckles and contagious laughter. 

Y/N's touch enticing the man to the kiss him silly, his gaze flickering between his awaiting lips and playful eyes, nose barely touching Leon's, they're so close. Bringing up a free hand to caress the blonde's cheek, lightly tracing over his jaw and cheekbone. Leon chuckled softly, the soft and gentle voice teasing him to make a move. It was hard not to do things to please Y/N, his voice and looks alone were just so alluring. He dreamily let out a sigh, eyes flickering back to Y/N’s, barely brushed their lips together. 

"I’m not gonna say no to kisses." Y/N whispered with an airy laugh, eagerly smiling bright as their blush darkened. Leon chuckled softly, finding his behavior extremely enchanting. Tempting him further to push more buttons to tease the man even more. "I mean, if you want my hands and lips all over you, you've gotta say something Y/N."

Heart racing and brain scattered, Y/N grins. "Now you’re just threatening me with a good time." He answered in a coy whisper, leaning in to capture the man's lips with his own.

More kisses exchanged every so often, from the napes of their necks, over cheeks to the gentle press of lips. Audible pops of the men's intimacy ricocheted throughout the room. The sweet scent of fluffy golden pancakes only enhances the devotion, a sweet reminder of their teamwork…a reminder of their love for one another.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

[nikkodikko]

eye contact, somewhere else

[agir1ukn0w]

men need to be sweet to each other a lot more often, regardless of sexual orientation or gender identity. give each other tender manly hugs and cuddles when your bros are stressed about something. maybe a kiss on the forehead every now and then. unleash your inner ken and just love yourself and each other.

[wings-of-angels]

Just saw a t4t couple on tiktok where a trans woman was showing her trans boyfriend how to shave,,, no one talk to me thats so

[asthepoets]

one thing i’m a slut for in literature is a group of male best friends

[dirt-str1der]

I literally had a dream about reading the worst fan fiction like fucking ever kiryu was just randomly a yandere and nishiki was trying his best to survive also kiryu turned into a dragon (deez nuts) halfway and let nishiki kill him for being a bad boy but he was so upset about having to kill his bro that he just lay in the corpse for a bit and thats when i decided to stop reading and i literally opened tumblr in my dream to complain about how bad it was like the writing went back and forth from being terrible to incredible and i found myself enjoying some parts and despising others. I skipped the first few chapters so i had to tab back out and read the summary like why are they in a beach resort and the summary didnt just tell me nothing but it was also double spaced between each line and very fucking irritating and while reading it i kept thinking this is extremely ooc and boring like they would not fucking say that

[airyairyaucontraire]

it must be said that tobey maguire c.2002 Spider-Man had extremely pretty lips

[hoodie-prince-kid]

i've been doing a phenomenal job of not liveblogging gaa today. that's good, i need to practice not liveblogging stuff so frequently.

but what i do have to say at this point in time since im taking a short break is kazuma what the hell ive already suffered enough heartbreak from sholmes why are you acting this way-

[lightspeedrigmarole]

PS: I dream about you too.

Moonlit Winter (2019) dir. Lim Dae-hyung

[lesbians-all-the-way-down]

My life won't be complete until I name the other lead in the historical fiction I've decided I'm going to write.