I Get It Tbh

Temps de l'amour

Every now and then I think of your eyes. Brown. Light brown more specifically. A beautiful brown. I was infatuated with them.

Adoring you made me religious. I listened to Lacrimosa everyday to purify my mind. Only God knows what I thought. And I hope he never says to anyone about my despicable and vile thoughts.

When I'd see you by the street, I would never call you. I would never stop you. You had already started your journey. How dare I interrupt the holy course of such devoted man? It was the determination in your eyes that made me hesitate and stop. And perhaps that's why I'm devastated.

You in my dreams is the only thing that has remained to me. But I'm certain that even this little element will disappear .

Daniels full feature in Tom Segura’s doc

LANDO -- SUNDAY, HUNGARIAN GP 2023

Baby, we could go back to the basics

Trailer park love, wearing them ASICS and gold

Honey Girl. The Masterlist.

Series Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Warnings - smut. age gap (but all legal and consensual). cursing. angst. alcohol consumption.

Author's Note - another idea i've had for so long!! set in a beautiful coastal beach town - picture sunshine, sailing, beaches and your dad's hot best friend. what more could you want?

Chapter One.

Chapter Two.

Chapter Three.

Chapter Four.

Chapter Five.

Chapter Six.

Chapter Seven.

Chapter Eight.

The Playlist.

The Moodboard.

ITS MY BIRTHDAY YAYYYYYYYYY

*gasp* poor body!

“Attracting a tempest”

Soft lips caressing my skin.

Italy’s heat embracing my senses, meanwhile you discover my body’s riddles.

Why are you so infatuated with my skin?

Perhaps, you could be a cannibal.

Never-mind, you’re too vegetarian for that.

Nonetheless, you don’t believe in religion. And you still worship me as if I was reading the Testament to you.

Stay on your knees.

Crawl to me.

Start praying.

Repeat after me.

Kiss your way to my lips. And shatter my heart.

Can we call this infatuation of yours Love?

Is it love?

Or is it just hunger?

You tell me.