#this whole thing was so insane im gonna savor it while i can

[memecatwings]

stay out of the funhouse if youre afraid of the clown show etc etc

[moonflowerlesbians]

I wrote the 10 year anniversary fic

She's short but she’s sweet. Please enjoy.

to be loved a whole life long

Rated T, ~2.6k.

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What is an anniversary, really, if not merely a ploy to indulge in all of the little pleasures one denies on any other day? Saying, “oh, well, we ought to save it for a special occasion.”

And, what, Jamie thinks, is an occasion more special than the day marking the tenth year since she began this beautiful, insane journey with the love of her life. A woman so remarkable that Jamie almost can’t believe she’s real. Almost can’t believe that she can wake up beside the same person every morning, smelling the same fruity shampoo, spend the day working side by side, and still, every night, fall into bed, eager to pull Dani close. Then wake up the following day and do it all again.

It’s a stability Jamie never thought she would have. After years of bouncing from foster family to foster family, Bly was the closest thing to home she’d ever had. Until, that is, these ten, wonderful years with Dani in the flat they share above the little shop that they built from the ground up.

She thinks as much as beams of cozy sunlight filter through the gossamer curtains Dani picked out for their bedroom. She has an arm draped over Dani’s middle, her front to Dani’s back, her hand tracing idle circles on the plane of Dani’s stomach beneath her sleep shirt. Jamie can hear the quiet exhalations puffing against Dani’s wrist, which she’s managed to trap against her cheek. Jamie is certain she’ll be graced with complaints of pins and needles when Dani wakes. Jamie will laugh and offer to massage the numbness away, and Dani will roll her eyes but allow her limb to flop inelegantly into Jamie’s lap.

Jamie props herself up on one elbow, her fingers trailing a path from Dani’s midriff, up her arm, to brush a wayward strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Dani begins to stir as Jamie presses slow lips to the junction of her neck and shoulder, moves to the shell of her ear, her temple, the slender curve of her jaw.

Dani makes a noise low in her throat.

“Ah, there she is,” Jamie hums, her voice, though quiet, still too loud in the morning stillness.

“Thought we w’re gonna sleep in t’day,” Dani sighs, already preparing to nestle deeper into the blankets.

Jamie runs a playful finger down the bridge of Dani’s nose. “Already did that, love. ‘S nearly half nine.”

“F’rgot you get up ‘fore the early birds,” Dani grumbles, “An’thing past six ‘s late for you.”

“The plants wait for no one.”

“They’re plants. ‘S not like they have anywhere to be.”

“You don’t know that. Could have important plant business to attend to.”

Dani, at last, rolls over incredulously. “Like what?”

“Dunno,” Jamie shrugs, “but you’re awake now.”

“You’re the worst, you know that?”

“Mhm,” Jamie chuckles, “happy anniversary, baby.” Their kiss is languid, sleep-heavy. When they break apart, their foreheads still touch.

“Happy anniversary,” Dani whispers, thumb absently caressing Jamie’s cheekbone. Her eyes glimmer with mischief when she meets Jamie’s gaze. “Wouldn’t be opposed to staying in bed all day, though...”

“Need food first.”

Dani huffs. “Fine.”

“Thought we might try the new cafe on the corner of Leeland and Huntley for brunch. Apparently, they’ve got terrific blueberry muffins.”

“And you know this how?”

“Kid and her mum came through the shop the other day. Wee gremlin wouldn’t put the damn thing down,” Jamie gripes. “Got crumbs all over my daffodils.”

“She sounds cute.” Dani sounds almost wistful.

“‘Course you’d think so. Once a teacher, always a teacher.” She waves dismissively. “Or something like that.” Jamie rubs her palms together. “Right, then, up and at ‘em. Those muffins won’t eat themselves.”

“Didn’t realize you were so excited by baked goods.”

“Not the baked goods I’m excited for. I seem to recall mentions of returning to bed after food.”

+++

They are dressed and out the door in record time.

+++

They’ve closed the shop for the day, allowing themselves a brief reprieve from the discord of the wedding season. Every other day, it seems, a new blushing bride parades through their doors, followed by a mother or mother-in-law with a thousand questions and a dozen requests per minute. Jamie enjoys the work, truly. Seeing the delighted relief wash over the room as the arrangement designs are finalized is immensely gratifying. Almost as gratifying as watching her flowers, her precious creations, adorn ballrooms and churches, surrounded by people celebrating life. The joy of being alive.

She feels it now, she thinks, the sheer euphoria of existing. Here, walking down the street, a take-away cup of tea in her hand, with Dani’s arm roped through hers.

They are living on borrowed time, she knows, stark reminders of blue and brown present in every reflection. Every so often, Jamie catches herself longing, pleading for more time. She should be grateful for what the universe has gifted her. But, on days like these, days where the air is right and the sun is warm on her skin, she finds herself wishing for a forever that she cannot have. A forever unpromised to a monster that lurks beneath the most beautiful smile in the world.

She pushes the thought aside. Tomorrow is never promised. All she has is today. And she’ll be damned before she lets it slip away.

+++

They feed the waterfowl in the park with muffin crumbs. There are ducklings this time of year, and Dani’s gleeful cooing, high-pitched and elated, travels across the pond. Dappled shadows drape across her shoulders. Tree branches sway in a gentle breeze, casting a spotted cloak across the scene. Jamie feels the tension drain from her neck.

They sit, side by side, on the swingset, watching the joggers run past, waving at their neighbors and their golden retriever, the couple whose engagement party The Leafling decorated last month. Dani exchanges pleasantries with them all. It’s the Midwesterner in her, she likes to say, amicability is in her blood. Jamie does not understand, but she does her best to nod less than awkwardly while her partner makes smalltalk.

They stop for ice cream on the way home. It is a special occasion, after all, and the balmy June weather provides the perfect excuse to indulge in seldom-savored decadence. One, Jamie decides, they should absolutely partake in more often, if the child-like giddiness Dani expresses over cake batter ice cream is any indication. The crows feet at the corners of her eyes crinkle as she grins, and Jamie thinks she has never looked more lovely.

+++

A trans-Atlantic call to Owen foils their initial plans of baking their own lasagna after Dani lets slip that they weren’t planning to boil the noodles before layering in the sauces.

“For the love of God, please order in. The both of you are im-pasta-ble. It’s like I’ve taught you nothing.”

“That pun was weak, even for you.”

“This is what you’ve reduced me to.”

So, they call in a delivery order to the Italian place down the road. Jamie chivalrously offers to pick it up, and Dani ushers her out of the flat with a vigor that has Jamie raising an eyebrow. But, she simply shrugs and slides into the drivers’ seat of their second-hand pickup. The familiar rumble of the engine is comforting, the crooning of some jazz singer on the radio soothing background noise. Crickets chirp in the early summer evening.

She swings through the grocer to pick up champagne on her way home and juggles the bottle and the takeaway bag of food as she fumbles her key into the lock. Dani opens the door just as she’s about to turn the knob, and Jamie falls forward, Dani catching her by the arm.

“You alright?” Dani asks, but there’s an amused lilt to her voice.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. If you could just take…” Jamie’s mouth goes dry. Her face is level with Dani’s hips, which she has come to realize are covered in a velvety fabric she does not recognize. Her eyes flick up, coming to rest on Dani’s collarbones, the exposed skin of her arms, the accentuated curve of her waist. “You… I… uh….”

“You could’ve knocked, you know. I would’ve let you in.”

“I… yeah, could’ve… knocked.” Jamie realizes she is frozen in the entryway, jaw on the floor, and, in all honesty, cannot bring herself to care. Not when Dani is standing in front of her, clad in a gorgeous purple dress Jamie’s never seen before, her bangs styled to frame her face, while the remainder of her hair is pulled back. Jamie clears her throat. “You, ah, you changed.”

“I did.”

“You, you look…” Jamie searches for the right word, but none seem to encapsulate the overwhelming rush of emotion she feels, looking at the love of her life in the dim light from the bulb in the hallway outside their flat, on the tenth anniversary of the start of life she never thought she would have.

Damn the limitations of this bloody language. She can say “I got absolutely goddamn shitfaced last night” in a hundred different ways, but there is no succinct way to phrase, “I love you so fucking much and you are the most incredible person in the world and I don’t know how I got lucky enough to know you and I could spend the rest of my life holding your hand.”

It seems, at least to Jamie, a grievous failure of linguistic evolution.

“Beautiful,” she settles on, at last. “You’re so beautiful.” It’s not enough. But it will suffice.

“Come on, loverboy,” Dani says, tapping the bottom of Jamie’s chin with a slender index finger before giving a tug on her sleeve. “Food’s getting cold.” She’s blushing, though, a faint tint coloring her chest as she takes one of the plastic bags from Jamie. Jamie, who merely stares at Dani’s retreating silhouette before remembering she’s supposed to follow. She shuts the front door behind her and stumbles into the kitchen, setting the bottle and second bag on the countertop next to the stove.

When she turns around, Dani is in the living room holding a match to two candles set on a ceramic dish on their kitchen island. She’s laid out their nice dinnerware, which, really, consists of the four gold-encircled plates and matching napkin rings they’d found at an antique store in Milwaukee, back when they had been exploring the country Dani called home. A vase of roses is positioned on the coffee table, and it’s evident that Dani arranged them herself, and oh, oh, how Jamie loves her for it.

“Surprise?” Dani says shyly.

Jamie blinks at her. It’s all she can do not to break down. Instead, she settles for taking two bold steps to Dani's side of the counter and kissing her senseless. Dani lets out a squeak of surprise, but quickly relaxes into Jamie’s touch. She’s biting her lip when they separate, Jamie’s twirling the fine hairs at the nape of her neck as she presses their foreheads together.

“Let me change, and we’ll eat, yeah?”

“Sounds good.” Dani’s breathing is an ounce heavier than normal.

Jamie winks slyly, wanders to their bedroom and opens the closet, pulling out the first acceptable outfit she sees. She doesn’t have to change, she knows. Dani could care less whether she’s wearing a three-piece suit or sweatpants. (Though she suspects the suit might have the edge.) She dons a white, three-quarter zip and black slacks, pausing briefly to add a pair of black leather suspenders she knows Dani likes. Something about being easy to grab and pull.

Dani is struggling to uncork the champagne when Jamie returns to the kitchen. Her tongue pokes adorably out of the corner of her mouth, and her soft grunts of frustration are surprisingly endearing.

“Hand it over. Come on, now. Before you put your eye out.”

“I can do it,” Dani protests. “Just. Need to tweak it. A little.”

Jamie takes the opportunity to press against Dani’s back, her arms wrapping around to cover Dani’s hands where they fiddle with the bottle. For a moment, Dani forgets to be cross and reclines her head, resting it on Jamie’s shoulder. She sighs, relinquishing control, and Jamie huffs out a quick laugh. She holds the champagne over the sink to catch the overflow when the bottle pops.

Dani mumbles something about “having loosened it,” which Jamie meets with resolute agreement and a, “‘course you did, baby.”

The lasagne, an Owen-approved non-abomination, has been plated, Dani having evidently done so while Jamie was shucking her dayclothes. She pours them each a healthy flute of champagne and seats herself beside Dani, raising her glass.

She hesitates.

“Wait,” Dani exclaims, hurrying to the hall closet. She rummages for a second, bringing back the Polaroid camera Jamie had given her their first Christmas together. She checks the film, appears satisfied, and balances the device on an upturned colander to set up her shot. She sets the timer and sidles under Jamie’s arm, picking up her champagne flute. “Smile!” Dani beams.

When the image prints, the picture reveals Dani, with the biggest grin Jamie swears she’s ever seen, and Jamie at her side, looking positively smitten. The flash has illuminated the silver streaks in her hair, the lines embedded in her skin. Time has been kind to her, she reminds herself, others are not so lucky. And, in any case, when she looks at this photograph, she will not be looking at herself.

Dani kisses her cheek and moves her keepsake to the coffee table for safety. Too many important documents ruined by spills for her to risk it. She props it gently against the roses. It’s perfect.

Again, Jamie raises her glass. She inspects the contents.

Again, she hesitates. Then, a toast:

“To another ten.”

Silence.

Dani stills, looks at her.

Jamie can see the beginning of an argument forming on the tip of Dani’s tongue, and Jamie holds her stare. It’s a challenge. A dare, even.

They do not often speak of the distant future. Only when it is absolutely necessary do they broach the sensitive topic.

A world-weary smile paints Dani’s lips. Her eyes are burdened, the vivacity present mere seconds ago seemingly having vanished. She is tired. It shows in the slump of her shoulders, the crease of her brow, the way the giddiness of earlier has slunk away, leaving Dani bare-boned and fatigued.

She lifts her glass.

She says nothing.

“I love you,” Jamie murmurs after the faint clink of glass on glass. “So much.”

“Always,” Dani finishes. And Jamie knows she means it.

+++

They embrace beneath the sheets that night, sweat cooling in the dry air. Jamie’s fingers are tangled in blonde waves highlighted with grey. Dani’s breathing has evened out, short puffs tickling Jamie’s sternum, as Jamie contemplates the window over her head.

She has found someone to love, and someone to love her in return. Someone who will stay, even on the bad days. Someone who expects nothing and deserves everything.

Dani is everything Jamie thought she never deserved. Dani is good. Dani is good and exquisite and utterly unbelievable and, god, how Jamie loves her.

She loves waking up beside her every morning, and she loves smelling the same fruity shampoo on the pillow. She loves spending the day working together on the business they built from the dirt up. She loves falling into bed every night and pulling Dani close. Every minute they have together is a gift that Jamie refuses to take for granted.

To another ten years, she thinks, and allows her eyes to close. Dani sighs against her.

[capricornus-rex]

Bad Ideas Make Good Memories (4 - End)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Requested by @queen-destenie​ | Prompt:

i live for you qUEEN! i LOVE your writing. if you have the time, could you do a fic where reader is the most reckless badass and Cal is like ‘wait don’t do THAT’ and she is just ‘im living life BABYY’. she does the most insane things that always somehow work and Cal is literally like what the F*CK’. reader is basically a GOD. please and thank you

Additional tags: Rebel base, rebel fleet

Also posted in AO3

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4 of 4

Meanwhile, back in the command ship, the cadets were panicking while reporting the casualties on the ground to the Moff.

“Sir, they’ve overpowered the AT-ATs deployed there and even the TIE Echelon!”

“Impossible! They’re just ragtag starfighters, how can they overpower us!?” the Moff was livid as he was startled with how the odds did a 180 unexpectedly.

“W-Well, Sir, they had help… with the Jedi.”

“That can’t be! What’s two Jedi against a full assault unit!?”

The poor cadet stammered, unable to find a satisfactory answer, “I… I don’t know, Sir…”

“Sir, we don’t have any more troops to deploy! Should we retreat?” one of the tactical analysts reported from his station in the bridge.

The Moff was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The scouts back in the surface were closely watching the gray triangular figure in the sky, Cere ran to the base’s communication station and monitored the Star Destroyer’s movements.

“It’s… idling?”

“What?”

Cere’s eyebrows furrowed, “It’s just… there.”

“They’re probably preparing for their next move!”

“Base, this is scout Merl from Watchtower E reporting, that Star Destroyer doesn’t seem to be doing anything!”

“Hang on, I’ll see if I can crack their comms!” Cere strained her ear while tuning the knobs on the transmitters and receivers. She was able to pick up a transmission from one of the remaining TIE Fighters in the dogfight.

“This is Admiral Plov, we have direct orders from Moff Loon to retreat! I repeat, we have direct orders from Moff Loon to retreat! Prepare for a jump to hyperspace to these coordinates once you’re off-planet!”

“They’re retreating,” Cere first muttered to herself, then she turned around to face everybody. “They’re retreating!”

The operators in the base relayed the exact message to everyone. Seconds before the transmission from the ground came through, all of the pilots—you and Cal included—saw that each TIE Fighter were retracting from the fight.

“We did it…” you gasped, and then your head jerked up. “We did it!”

“Come on down home, all of you!”

The communication station at the base was filled with the cacophony of cheers as all pilots flew back down and docked their ships into the hangar.

Technicians, engineers, tactical analysts, and communication operators—every single one of them—came flooding the hangar upon the arrival of the pilots. Applause, whistles, and cheering filled the landing pad. The pilots who have jumped out of their ships found themselves in the embraces of their comrades in the ground.

When you climbed out of your Interceptor, Cal comes at you with his arms stretched out wide.

“You little lunatic, get over here!” he laughed, pulling you in for a bear-hug and you received it laughing in celebration with him; he smothered kisses on every inch of your face. He pulled away, but kept his hands cupped around your face, “Where in the hell do you even pick up your ideas, babe?!”

“Oh come on, I know that turns you on anyway!” you playfully thumped his chest before he pulled you in again for a hug.

You and Cal get yourselves smothered with the rebels clapping your backs, giving an affirming shake on the shoulder, and a tussle of the hair for Cal. The technicians have detached your astromech droids using the magnetic crane and carefully settled the droids down on the floor.

“R-12, you’re amazing!” you cheered on your droid, kneeling to its level while patting its round top.

Cere pushed through the crowd and came towards the two of you. She hooked the both of you in the tightest hug either of you have never felt from her.

“Please tell that hug was my free pass from a scolding,” you joked.

Cere exploded in laughter and she tussled your hair as well, leaving your hair in a frizzy-looking mess. Merrin and Greez as well came out of the crowd and rejoined you.

“You are perhaps the craziest pilot I have ever met, [y/n],” Merrin commented in her blunt tone, but her façade betrays her when she couldn’t longer contain the joy she was bottling up. She threw herself to you and wrapped her arms around you.

“You two kids just make my blood pressure turn to an unhealthy level with your flying and stunts!”

“Think you can give [y/n] a spin on the Mantis’s wheel?” Cal kidded Greez.

“As long as she promises not to do the same thing she did with the bigger TIE Fighter!”

“Don’t worry, I don’t think she’ll do that…”

“Oh good,” Greez sighed, and flapped all four of his arms.

“Because she’s gonna have to come up with another stunt just for the Mantis.” Cal finished his sentence.

“Aww, gimme a break!”

“Just kidding, cap’n,”

“Are you really?”

Captain Miccah personally approached you and Cal, a warm smile flashed on her face, she brings her hands on each of your shoulders.

“I cannot thank you enough for your courage, you two,” she sighed. “Because of you, Andaro still has a fighting chance.”

“It’s the least we can do,” Cal shrugged.

“The least?” the captain chuckled in a mellow tone. “Oh no, your efforts are worthy of my deepest gratitude. So, thank you, Cal Kestis and [y/n].”

The captain disappeared into the crowd, cheering and affirming her pilots; Cal wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close to him.

“Well, this is gonna be one hell of a story soon,” he blurted.

You smiled, reading between the lines and slightly getting the idea, you buried your cheek to his chest—you feel his heartbeat still pumping really quickly.

“Yeah, sure is,” you agreed.

Night falls and Andaro is blanketed in an evening sky of deep indigo, the primary twin moons hung over the treetops, illuminating the celebration in their pale ivory light. Stars glittered across the sky as a large bonfire in the center of the base’s clearing flickered bright orange—the rebels played their instruments, others danced in pairs even if it was out of rhythm, and the crowd laughed as they cheered.

The Jedi couple was the life of the party, they were the ones who stoked the heat of the celebration, joining in with the people on their makeshift dancefloor, and the whole forest was just filled with laughter. Cal stole you away as the floor became more crowded, the two of you took a break and watched the celebration go on. He slipped his arms around your waist as he planted a kiss on your temple. Your eyes trailed between the starry sky and the celebration on the ground—simply enjoying either view, you snuggled close to Cal, savoring the hard-earned victory that you practically risked life and limb for.

[mysmedrabbles]

RFA + V and Saeran Reacting to MC Being a Male Idol

requested: by anonymous

a/n: know that throughout writing this whole thing i was imagining mc as being Taehyun from txt ,,,, also im just gonna pretend like most of korea isn't blatantly homophobic and instead focus on the fluff

like kpop? want more kpop rfa crossovers? donate here to keep me alive and able to work!

warnings: n/a

-tbh not fit enough to be an idol mod alex

Jumin

-frankly he has no idea who you are, so its pretty much from square one with him

-for a while until the two of you get fully used to being together, he actively avoids looking up who you are,,, he wants to know you as you and nothing else

-eventually of course, curiosity gets the better of him and he does look you up on YouTube

-he can’t help but admit you’re extremely talented, the cinematography, of course excellent... but he cant stop focusing on the way you move, strong legs propelling you forward, baggy shirt failing to hide defined muscles, cocky smile as you rap your lines, hair sw- jumin no. jumin yes

-jumin han does gay

-your music style isn’t his favorite, preferring the smooth sound of bow grazing softly on violin strings as opposed to softcore rap, but the songs are catchy, he’ll give you that

-he supports you of course, and secretly buys all your merch

-jumins main issue was with how popular you were, not (only) out of a place of timid jealousy, but also because it made going places so much harder, and your manager was even worse, constantly yelling at you and demanding you practice more

-you always come home from practice exhausted, collapsing into your husbands arms as you curl up under his solid embrace, savoring the few minutes you had of complete and utter freedom.

-highly disgruntled when you have to go on tour

-tries his best to accompany you on tour, scheduling meetings with people he needed to have meetings with anyway nearby where you were performing just to get a few more hours with you

Jaehee

-supportive! she’ll never admit it, but she listens to your music on her way to work, it helps her wake up and feel cheery for the new day, getting her pumped and ready

-yes she owns all your albums

-loves you a l m o s t as much as she loves zen

-she visits you during practice, unable to stop herself from ogling at the way you move so gracefully, yet holding yourself with so much power as you dance

-she lets it slip that you’re not her bias, however if it makes you feel any better you are her bias wrecker

-yes she has a favourite photoshoot of yours and yes she does have a small folder in her gallery dedicated to photos that she deems make her want to cry

-she gets along really well with the rest of the members, and they always invite her with you guys to hang out after work, going together to get Bulgogi or Samgyeopsal

Yoosung

-in awe

-in love

-he’s not generally one for your style of music but seeing you and your group perform, he falls in love almost instantly, bingeing on all your videos, eyes focused on you in every MV, every interview,, he’s so proud of his boyfriend!!

-hes always singing your songs under his breath, albeit badly, but its funny to hear him mumbling incoherent melodies as he’s cooking, especially when you sneak up behind him and attack him in a hug, making is voice squeak out in surprise 

-constantly bragging to his friends that his boyfriend is an idol!! (assuming you’re in like,,, JinHit or something where you're,, allowed to openly date)

-he’s in the front row of every single show you go to! proudly wearing your merch and calling out your name like any other fanboy, so excited and proud of how far you’ve come

-he likes coming to the studio and watching you and the other members rehearse

-often times when you’re working late he’ll come with food in hand, refusing to leave until you eat and take a break. even then he doesnt leave, instead, determined, he waits for you to finish your work, but ultimately falling asleep on the couch behind you

Seven

- “STREAM (group name)’S NEW SINGLE  CROWN PIANO!!!!”

-wdym join the amino? seven Created your groups amino page

-he’s your number one fan, constantly applauding your work and keeping your spirits uplifted, often you’ll walk in on him watching dance tutorials of your choreography, messing around and trying to learn certain moves

-he grins so widely when you walk in, watching him goof off from the doorway, completely in love with the boy in front of you

-pulls you in the room, music still blasting on high as you dance spasmodically together, no a care in the world, just you, him and the 10 CCTV cameras

-while he’s working, muttering numbers and words foreign to you, you’re right there next to him muttering song lyrics and melodies, composing music and bits, guitar riffs and lyrics

-every once in a while when you want his opinion on something, you just unplug his headphones from his laptop and plug it into yours staring at him intently until he gives feedback

-10/10 will hack into your schedule (at JinHit) if you seem more exhausted than usual, giving you more days to rest and recover from any injuries you may have received the days before in practice

-he has attended every single one of your meet n greets, until at some point he became something of a cryptid on the internet, no one knowing who the man with the red hair and funky glasses is any why he’s always with you

-they're gay Steven

Zen

-P-O-W-E-R-C-O-U-P-L-E

-not only are you the hottest couple in Korea, but also undoubtedly the most committed to their work, and yet somehow both of you maintain a stable relationship

-it takes a lot of communication seeing as you both have hectic work lives, but both you and Zen have a schedule where both of you finish work around the same time, him generally finishing a bit earlier, then coming to your studio to pick you up and go home together, then spending the rest of your time together

- “mc please teach me the choreo to your new dance!!!!!”

-he purposefully fails, just as an excuse to make you touch him, readjust his arms, hold his hips as you show him the right way to do something

-having extensive skincare routines together and working out constantly, him putting emphasis on how you need to stay healthy and gorgeous

-casually dropping his name in interviews and everyone goes insane, best crossover of the century

V

-another power couple

-your instagram is filled with stunning photos of the two of you because of him, having the cutest photoshoots together

-such a supportive bean! he loves your dedication to your work, and how hard you’re always practicing

-he’s never really heard of your group, but he has a nice appreciation of your music, what really gets him is how expertly crafted your music videos are

-he’s not sure how to really react to your fame, but the steadily increasing amount of bodyguards around the two of you might be one way to cope

-since he’s a freelancer he can generally come with you wherever you go for tours and interviews, and because of this he’s had quite the increase of fame, getting new perspectives and ideas for new photographic series

-he gets v e r y clingy when you come home from practice late, this whole ass 5′10 man curling up next to you, burying his head in your chest, and with your arms having no where else to go except for go around him, you earn a small whimper from V, his hands clinging onto your shirt as you feel all the tension and stress leave his body

-please dont leave your husband alone for so long

-overall he’s just extraordinarily proud of you, because he knows how hard it is to stay relevant and survive in the any korean industry, but especially entertainment and music

Saeran

-hates when you go on tour

-cant help but admit he likes your music

-but hates tour 

-shy bean when he remembers he’s married to one of the top Kings of Kpop, and always wondering if he’s enough for you

-at one point he got so frustrated at the fact that it’d been exactly 46 days since he’d last seen you, and the constant string of thirst everyone showed for HIS husband on social media got to him so much that he shows up at the airport where hundreds of screaming fangirls await. your bodyguards recognize him immediately and let him through.

-he promptly takes your arm as he drags you back and away into the plane, pressing you up against the wall as he kisses you intensely, bottled up frustration exploding in passion, leaving the fans very confused as to why someone kidnapped you again

[alippy711]

FAWY- Bonus #2!

Happy Sunday or Saturday depending on where you are. 

Without further aideu I present to you the next installment of the FAWY bonus chapters. 

Let me know what you think and we will see where I go from here.

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August in Prague: Flashback

“How is summer in Boston?” I groaned at his question and heard him chuckle. I took a deep breath, prepping myself for the word vomit that would ensue.

“Let’s see, I spend 8 hours a day in this house pacing the hallway mumbling to myself while I research and write these papers. Kim and Rose are crazy with wedding prep so I never see them. Matt and I are around each other too much and one of us might crack and kill the other one very soon. Basically im miserable and every human, except you, is driving me insane.” I fell onto my bed with a grunt venting my frustrations to the only person I wanted to see, who happened to be 3,000 miles away.

“So things are good, huh?” His laugh brought a smile to my face, which was hard to do these days.

“Summers amazing” My sarcastic tone brought out another laugh the sound alone sending my heart into a frenzy.

“Im sorry Ash, anything I can do?” The concern in his voice was sweet only making me ache for him more. I saw him a few weeks ago but those few days weren’t enough to make up for the two months he had previously been gone for.

“Teleport here so you can destress me”

“Why don’t you just come here?” I let out an incredulous laugh rolling my eyes at his off-hand suggestion.

“Oh sure I’ll just hop on a flight to the Czech Republic and do this paper there while traipsing around Prague”

“I mean why not? You can work while im training. We have libraries and café’s you can go to. It would be perfect” His nonchalant tone had me pausing when I realized that he might be serious.

“Wait, you’re serious aren’t you?”

“Totally serious. When do you nanny again?” I hopped up from my bed riffling through a mess of papers on my desk searching for my summer work schedule.

“Not until next week.”

“Perfect, I book you a flight for tomorrow and you stay until Saturday.”

“David, are you sure about this? I don’t want to get in the way of your training or anything else you might be doing.” I emphasized my words not hiding my double meaning at all.

“Yes im sure. I want you to visit. You won’t be in the way of anything I promise.” Excitement coursed through me just thinking about the possibility of seeing him for a whole week, in Prague. I could think of nothing better to distract me from my stress.

“But I don’t really have the money to fly to Europe.”

“Consider it a birthday present, just a few weeks late” I could accept this gift.

“Promise me that you’ll make me get this paper done because spending a week exploring Prague with you sounds so much better.” This all sounded totally crazy the more I said it out loud.

“I promise. No exploring until we both put in work” I could hear the smile in his voice and it made the butterfly’s in my stomach go crazy.

“Alright book the flight.”

“Already ahead of you. I hope you like first class.” I leapt off my bed with a squeal and ran straight to my closet.

“Holy shit. What do I pack for Prague? How’s the weather? Will it get cold? How hot does it get? Will the jet lag totally fuck with me? I think I need to go shopping.” I rambled out another 10 questions while David patiently answered each one.

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Just over twenty-four hours, and a few long flights later, I was anxiously speed walking through the Prague airport towards baggage claim where David would be waiting. After what felt like the longest walk ever I finally came to a pair of automatic doors directing me to my promised land. The second I was through the doors my eyes were scanning the faces of the waiting people, thankfully it didn’t take long to find him. My heart skipped a beat when my eyes found his at the same moment he found me. The butterfly’s in my stomach went nuts when his face lit up with that chipped tooth smile that never failed to put a smile on my face. From the moment I saw him I could have sworn there was no one else in that airport besides the two of us. There wasn’t more than thirty yards separating us but walking wasn’t fast enough and I all but ran towards him while he watched and laughed.

“Im jumping you better be ready”

MY words made him laugh harder but he opened his arms and was ready for me as I jumped into his grasp. The second I connected with him his arms went under my thighs holding me against him as I wrapped my legs around his waist snaking my arms around his neck. I buried my head in the crook of his neck and took in a deep breath inhaling his intoxicating scent. For the first time since I last saw him I felt like all was right in the world, like my center of gravity had been restored. A feeling that, while lovely, simultaneously scared the shit out of me.

“God I missed you.” His words were muffled as he spoke and I felt his lips press against my hair while I nuzzled into him trying to suppress the excited squeal I let slip.

“I missed you too.” 

When I pulled back I was met with those beautiful blue eyes I missed so much. I brought my hands around from his neck placing them on either side of his face and kissed him hard on the lips. He kissed me back with more desperation than I expected and I was easily caught up in the way his lips moved against mine in perfect synch. However, when I felt his hands slide up my thighs to squeeze my ass I figured it was time to end our very public display of affection. I reluctantly pulled my lips from his allowing him to set me back down on the ground.

 I took a step back and let my eyes drift over him, an action which did nothing to help me recover from our kiss. He was wearing a salmon colored T- shirt with a pair of beige khaki shorts (with ridiculous holes in them) and white sneakers and was shockingly hatless, though I feel he did that knowing how much I love his hair. It wasn’t necessarily the outfit that had me biting on my lip but that thick summer muscle he had gained. I shook the lust from my head and looked up at him.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He had an awed smile on his face as he reached for one of my hands, the simple act sending a jolt of electricity through me.

 “You and me both. I currently feel like im hyped up on caffeine yet completely exhausted, so this should be an interesting day.” I nudged his arm with mine and flashed him a smile.

“The jetlag is gonna kick your ass, just need to keep you busy.” The wiggle of his brows had me rolling my eyes with a smirk.

“Just get my bags first then worry about laying me down, Romeo” My comment brought out that laugh I love so much. The laugh that went straight through me warming the coldest parts of my soul.

“Ok, follow me” The adorable half smile he flashed had me swooning.

I cozied up to David as we stood near the luggage carousal waiting for my bags. He had his arm around my shoulders as I rested my head on his chest savoring in the moment.

“So what’s on the schedule for today?” I tilted my head up, chin resting on his chest while he looked down at me.

“Busy day exploring, unless you have work to do?” He asked with a raise of a brow.

 “Nope. Since I can’t sleep on planes I was able to get some work done so we can explore all day!” He smiled wide squeezing my side making me squirm.

“Perfect. We go see Old Town Square and Charles Bridge today. And if you behave I may even let you get a Trdelník.” He tapped me on the nose with his index finger while my eyes lit up at the mention of the Czech dessert I was dying to try.

 “Do you understand how excited I am? This is my first time in Europe im like a kid on fucking Christmas morning” David laughed as my voice grew higher with excitement.

 “Oh my bag!” My words were entirely too loud as I pushed away from him and rushed over to the carousal to grab my bag

“dostanu to za vás” David placed a hand on my arm holding me back to reach over me and grab my suitcase off the carousal.

“Thanks boo” He winked, setting my cheeks aflame.

“Time to see my city.” The huge smile on his face had my heart swelling. Seeing him happy and excited was going to get me through the major jetlag I was about to encounter.

“Lead the way” I smiled up at him as he took my hand in his pulling me towards the exit.

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“David, are you kidding me? This city is gorgeous.” I heard him laugh as I looked up in awe at the incredible buildings surrounding me. We were in the center of Old Town Square and I was surrounded by more history than ever before and I was in love. My eyes bounced from the church over to the astronomical clock before finally looking back at David. His eyes were already on me as a huge grin split his lips and I returned the gesture with excitement.

“Boston has nothing on Prague” His cocky tone forced an eye roll from me while I walked over to him.

“Give me a few more hours of exploring and I might agree with you.” I placed a hand on his chest, smirking up at him while he shook his head.

“It will only take a Trdelník to convince you”

“You’re probably right. But I want to see more before dessert.” He took my hand in his and began walking from the square past the Astronomical clock pulling me deeper into the city surrounding me with colorful buildings.

“If you think this is good then follow me.” He had a glint in his eyes as he tugged me down the street and into the lobby of a hotel. He couldn’t wipe the smirk off his lips as he got into the elevator which took us to the top floor and opened into a restaurant.

 “D, where are you taking me?” I questioned passing numerous tables making our way to a set of doors that led outside.

“You’ll see” He shot a smile over his shoulder and my stomach flipped. He weaved us through the roof deck seating and up a few stairs leading to a corner table with a view that took my breath away. David moved aside so I could stand at the point of the building that over looked Old Town Square from above.

“Wow.” I breathed out taking in the incredible view in front of me. I was high above the colorful historic building and infamous red roofs Prague was known for and it was almost too much to handle.

“You can see everything from here. Look left and that’s Prague Castle.” David’s voice was close and one of his hands came out in front of me pointing towards the castle he was referencing. We walked around the roof deck bar for a for more minutes as he continued to point out more buildings while I took about 100 pictures.

“Ok time to see Charles Bridge. You can take pictures of me there, I look really good against the water.” I swatted his arm rolling my eyes as he laughed leading us out of the hotel. I hated to admit how much I missed his cockiness.

 I had a feeling I would never want to leave Prague. It was my first time in Europe but I had a hard time believing that it could get more perfect than this city and David living here in the summer just happened to be an added bonus.

We spent the rest of the day exploring some of his other favorite spots and I got my first taste of trdelník and demanded I was given at least one each day I was here. The city was beautiful and romantic only making my feelings for him grow. Then there was the catching up we did when we got back to his apartment which only fueled my fire. I had a feeling this trip was only going to make me fall harder for him and I wasn’t sure I could handle those feelings.

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 I zoned out, blocking out the sounds around me, letting myself get caught up in the slow movements of the hammock I was seeking refuge on. It was my third day in Prague and while every stressful morning of research and writing was followed by an afternoon of exploring I was still struggling to fight off my jetlag and keep my school stress at bay. Though being with David was providing me with a wonderful way to release some of my pent up stress. However, this morning’s failed attempt to make progress on my paper were putting quite the damper on the part of the day I looked forward to.

 “Ash, jsi v pořádku?” David’s voice pulled me from my trance and I sent a forced smile his way.

“Yeah im fine, all good.” I waved him off while his smile fell, replaced instead by a serious look accompanied by a quirk of his eyebrow. David pursed his lips and held my gaze a sure sign that he could hear the bullshit in my words.

“Im stressed. My paper isn’t going well and im afraid I won’t be able to finish writing it then ill fail and I won’t graduate.” I dragged a hand over my face letting out a frustrated groan.  I was being dramatic but I couldn’t help it.

“Hey, look at me.” I let my head loll to the side, looking over to where he was sitting on the edge of his hammock one hand outstretched towards me. He flashed me a smile and nodded for me to join him. When I sat down next to him he dropped an arm around my shoulder pulling me close against him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and relaxed against him with a sigh.

“You will be fine. You’re the smartest person I know, smarter than Zee and he knows like 6 languages.” I laughed at his words looking up to find him smiling down at me. “Just take a deep breath. Let me take your mind off the paper then tomorrow you’ll get back to work and kill it. I know you can do this Ash, you’ve worked so hard just a little longer and you’re finished.”

His words had a lump building in my throat and I felt tears threaten to spill over. A vote of confidence was exactly what I needed to hear right now and it meant even more coming from him. He knew me well.

“Thank you, that’s what I needed to hear.” I smiled up at him as he reached out a hand, placing it on cheek before leaning down for a kiss. His lips were soft against mine making slow paces before his tongue slid across my bottom lip and I parted easily. I felt that familiar warmth spread through my body as we continued to kiss and when I pulled away I was met with his beautiful smile.

Then it hit me.

Besides the fact that he knew me so well there was another reason he was able to bring me back when I was stressed or overwhelmed. And in this moment it was plain as day.

I loved him. The thought alone was both exciting and terrifying at the same time.

I wasn’t naive, I knew what we weren’t and we were not a couple. These feelings complicated everything and they weren’t something I was planning on sharing with him. They were something I planned to compartmentalize like I do with all feelings I refuse to let reach the surface.  

I knew from the moment I met David that he was special and I fell for him instantly. The fact that it took me almost a year to realize I love him shows how much I tried to fight this. Between the way he makes me feel and his ability to keep me grounded combined with the way he’s looking at me right now, love was inevitable.

And it’s nothing short of a recipe for disaster.

There’s no way for me to come out of this without heartbreak but I can’t give him up and I’m willing to risk the pain to experience what it’s like to be in love with my sunshine boy.

It’s like Tennyson said, it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

[rynhaswritersblock]

giant teddy bears (hc) | p.p.

summary: first dates are awkward, peter sucks at dance dance revolution, and the night ends with a giant teddy bear and something sweet.

warnings: IM SORRY I THINK THIS ONE IS A BIT LESS CHAOTIC THAN THE OTHERS IM SORRY I KNOW THAT'S LIKE MY BRAND LOL BUT I JUST AAAAAAAAAAA

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- are you ready?

- i'm listening...

- no that was weak come on guys!

- i said ARE YOU READY?!

...

- i think we can do better than that

- i said ARE YOU READY?!!!!!

- YEAHYEAH!!!!!!

- i'm so sorry i just watched a gif of sebastian stan doing that thing where he gets super hype and then just starts laughing but i really harvested that hype energy

- pro tip: go back and read that first bit in seb's voice you Will Not Regret It

- after writing one normal imagine, i am back to writing another hc

- the next one will be normal though LOL

- guess what

- chicken butt

- jk IT'S TIME FOR THE ARCADE WITH Y/N AND PETER!!!!!

- HELLS YEAH

- y'all r never gonna guess what i'm doing

- i am listening to one direction WOW

- heart attack is an underrated song 😔

- you guys said the emojis in italics made you lose ur mind so

- they're staying

- fuck it slant 😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀

- fun fact i got pretty far into writing this and then was like "Hmm... no yeah This Ain't It" and so we're back and we're switching up the prompt a little bit

- so YAY

- so peter's balls finally dropped or something idk and he got his bitch ass together and asked you out!!!!!!!

-  yay peter!!

- he was super nervy while doing it y'all were just walking home from school as per usual and this is how it went down

- y'all were passing the local arcade

"y/n- did you, uh, did you wanna go to the arcade tonight?"

"ooh yes, that sounds like so much fun"

"awesome... it's a date"

- and even though peter muttered that last part

- YOU HEARD IT

- who has super hearing NOW bitch

"a date?"

- you look over at peter and quirk a brow

- but on the inside ur like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- YEAHYEAHNASDBFKSDNGLSFNKDC

- penis man gets flustered as FUCK

"oH-! well uhhhhhhh only if you, uhhh only if you want it to be"

"looks like i'll be dressing slightly better than normal"

- at this point y'all are at ur apartment building so you quickly peck him on his cheek (we're confident today ladies and gays!) and run up the steps, waving as you shut the door

- peter's in Fucking Shock.

- eyes wide, cheeks Red As Hell, standing there like Nobody Move! 0_0

- it takes some weirdo person idk to bump into him as he walks by to get him out of his trance

- (he jumps and turns to look at them, throwing his arms in the air like ?? before just sighing)

- (then he remembers Holy Shit I HAVE A DATE WITH Y/N AAAAAAAAAAAA and sort of like Skips away like how he does in far from home after the kiss you get the deal)

- u make sure to put on ur Cutest Fit

some inspo <3

- IM KIDDING

- jk the Ball Pit Dress Blanket Thing is a look and a half 😼

- in case u were wondering (no one is) this is what i would wear:

- when reading fics i Always have to have what im wearing in mind otherwise i am very bothered idk why

- anyways thank u pinterest for the style inspo

- shameless self promo my pinterest is in my bio and we can send each other memes on there <3

- ofc u can choose ur own outfit 😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌

- Not Me putting on jeans and feeling Fancy 😂🤏👋

- N E Ways! u put on ur dope fit and get all nice smelling n shit

- hair all pwetty

- cue (queue? i hate this word) that scene in homecoming of peter getting ready for the dance

- except he doesn't wear a suit (DEFINITELY WONDERS IF HE SHOULD THOUGH) and instead opts for this fit:

- Mhmm..... yea.... Yup.

- look at the SHOES

- anyways i think peter would wear that One Fit from the beginning of hoco with the blue sweater over the button up or maybe something a bit nicer idk

- the look i put is superior 😔

- he's finally ready and smells gr8 and hair is done just how he knows u like it

- may is fucking spitballing tips like a madwoman

"give her all your attention, peter"

"let her win most of the games, but don't make it look like you're letting her win"

"oh and god peter BUY HER A GIANT TEDDY BEAR"

- peter's like Yup Yup Got It May on the outside but on the inside he's fucking taking notes like the nerd he is

- bae

- just as you finish ur final touches ur phone buzzes

whale penis On my way :)

- fyi a whale's penis is called a dork 😌 the more u know 😀😀😀😀

- you quickly text him back and before you know it this Puta is in front of ur door and his heart is going ZOOOOOOOOOM

- but since the two of you are so close and in sync he can usually hone in on your heartbeat even from a far ish distance so he focuses and finds your heartbeat easily

- ur heart is racing too and it makes him feel better

- he finally gets the balls to knock on ur door and Does Just That

- you open it SO FAST (you were secretly standing just outside the door waiting for peter but he doesn't have to know that)

"hi, peter"

- the look on peter's face

- he in Awe

- u look so pretty!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa

- this is a lovepage for that little 'a' at the end of that scream. idk why it makes me smile. it's like the underdog

- i need to fucking Restart my Brain jesus christ

- i get attached to little things so easily MOVING ON

- Beter finally regains himself

- shit excuse me

- 🅱eter finally regains himself

- there we go

"you look.... wow"

- ur face gets SO HOT

"thought i'd go for something other than leggings and oversized t-shirts"

- aka my whole wardrobe

- Very Basic White Girl of me

- (assuming the Fit ur wearing is the picture i put) (if not you can just ignore this little bit) ur like cleavage or whatever is out and it is Definitely Not What Peter's Used To Seeing!

- the Collarbones

- Sexy

- u catch peter's eyes linger on ur chest for a second and u 0_0 for a second

- but then it's like YAY FOR ATTRACTIVE FEATURES

- THANKS PUBERTY????????????

"you look wow as well"

"oH well i dress like this pretty normally i think it's really not that big of a change i probably should've dressed better-"

"you always look good, peter"

- Faking Confidence! hoping peter can't hear ur heart banging against ur sternum!

- but he can... Little Shit

- VERY RED FACES FOR THE TWO OF YOU

- VERY FLUSTERED

- peter is such a gentleman

- waits for you to lock ur door before holding out a hand nervously

- you take it ofc and he intertwines ur fingers and sort of Rubs His Thumb AGainst Ur Skin???? when i put it like that it sounds weird

- i appreciate writing headcanons because i don't have to think things out so that they sound pretty i can just Braindump and y'all r like Yea!! 😀❤

- a very nice feeling <3

- the two of you walk down the sidewalk together

- eventually the awkwardness of Woah We're On A Date!? is gone

- peter starts swinging your hands and you can't stop smiling

- a few people look at the two teenagers just giddily and dramatically swinging their arms together and laughing as they walk down the street

- but those people find it very cute

- y'all talk about the weirdest shit too

- peter rambles about his theory of there being a multiverse

"i mean, what if there really is a multiverse? like, i refuse to believe that we're the only living beings in this whole universe, much less believe that this is the only universe. and, when you think about it, it's like a whole new set of doors of knowledge are suddenly there for us to explore, i mean it just completely changes how we understand the initial singularity. we're talking about an internal inflation system and then how would that even work with all the quantum-? it's insane-!"

- he looks over at you and you're just smiling

"sorry"

"don't apologize for being a genius, peter"

- the ffh reference 😼

- his insides are like lkdsfhskjdfbg at that

- you also have ur nerd moment (i'm making this about reading because.... I Think We Can All Agree)

"what i don't get is all the imbeciles at school who think reading is stupid. they're all like, 'i haven't read a book in like two years! ha ha!' and i'm like 'oh! no wonder you're so stupid!' because not only do they think it's quirky for whatever reason to not read, but reading genuinely makes you smarter and they're all missing out on it! moreover, the feeling of getting sucked into a book and going on the story with the characters and feeling everything they're feeling and when you finish the book it's like holy shit i can't even process this and- oh i'm rambling"

- peter's just looking at you in awe

"this is why i like you"

- NOBODY MOVE

- you Cannot Breathe for a second and the two of you stop walking (still holding hands doe)

"you..?"

"i did ask you on a date, didn't i?"

- you scoff

"you muttered that it was a date and the only reason that fact was established was because i heard it and acted on it"

- peter sighs exasperatedly, still grinning like the Fool He Is as he lets go of your hand to swing his arms dramatically

"well, sorry i'm not super smooth and suave all the time!"

"yeah, cause you're never smooth and suave"

- now he :o

"hey-!"

"that's why i like you, too, parker"

- SMILE GETS EVEN BIGGER

- BIG CHEESY MOMENT

- the two of you clasp hands again and you hug his arm as you continue walking

- i wanna hug a boy's arm

- you get to the arcade and he opens the door for you

"m'lady"

- he's such a dork i hate (love) him

- now here u guys....

- guess who's like genuinely never been to an arcade...

..........

- 🙋‍♀️

- it me!

- yes yes we know i have no life

- SO BASICALLY

- i'm just gonna like fucking Spit-Ball the adventures of y/n and peter at the arcade

- if ur confused rn i am too

- OKAY

- SO U WALK IN

- imma walk up to him and imma push him and imma say I HAVE AIDS no wait thats so strong hold back, savor it, BUILD to that

- i know i didn't get all the words right whatever

- at first it's like Sensory Overload! but then 🅱eter drags you over to the front desk and y'all get ur tickets

- and then it's STRAIGHT TO THE PACMAN BOOTH

- he looks so FUCKIGN CUTE cause his tongue is like sticking out as he focuses

- y'all try the claw machine SO MANY TIMES

- not you managing to actually make it work and getting a spider-man toy

- nOT YOU GIVING IT TO PETER AND HIS CHEEKS ARE JUST 🔴

- the slant on that emoji i'm fucking losing my mind

- you absolutely crush him at the basketball game thing

- and y'all play that thing that has the weird seats or whatever and you're racing

- he lets you win

- y'all KILL IT at dance dance revolution

- peter trips over his feet and you laugh So Loud the people around you are like o_0

- uhhhhh what the fuck else is at an arcade

- i just KNOW i'm gonna forget something and y'all will be like BUT WHAT ABOUT THE _____

- my apologies in advance

- at the end of the night y'all get pizza from the little restaurant they have (idk if that's an actual thing arcades do but fuck it now they do)

- and peter wins you a giant bear and you smile SO BIG!

- peter can't stop smiling at u and u both r so so happy

- guys i need to get a graphic design is my passion in here.....

- getting a bit worried cause idk where to put one 0_0

- not sure where to go with this now... may just read some fics to get inspiration and completely forget to come back to this <3

- i promise i won't i wanna get this up tonight AAAAAAAAAAAA

- okay i will be back after i get inspo

- update it's been an hour and i got distracted have yet to find inspo i'll be back

- update part 2 i went downstairs to get a snack to Fuel My Brain and ant-man and the wasp was on so... watched that

- FUCK INSPO I CAN DO THIS MYSELF

- but i have the brain of a strapless croc.... whatever

-OKAY

- SO YOU GOT YOUR BEAR RIGHT

- YAY

- then you can peter are like "we should probably go" cause it's getting late and it's new york and yes peter's spider-man but y'all are on a date! and we don't want to get attacked!

- huzzah!

- so you leave

- holding hands

- (screaming inside)

- ur other hand is just holding the large ass bear to your chest and peter cannot stop SMILING

- the chaos level has gone down i'm sorry i'm tired

- here's some normalcy!

- you start walking home and see delmar's and peter's like "MR DELMAR WILL GIVE US FREE SOFT SERVES :D" so. you go to delmar's

- you walk in still holding hands and the Second mr delmar sees you he (¬‿¬)

"what brings you two kiddos in so late?"

- peter's BLUSHING

"we, uh, we went on a date SO YOU HAVE SOFT SERVES RIGHT?"

- he's so fucking flustered and it's adorable

-  mr delmar just laughs

"on the house just for the lovers"

- now who's blushing

- your name

:o

- "your name" i was feeling spicy huh

- I HAVE TO PACK FOR MY TRIP TOMORROW

- HAHA OOPS

- mr delmar hands you the ice creams and y'all thank you

- he winks you sly bastard

- the two of you walk out and sit on the bench outside to eat your ice cream

- hands are feeling lonely cause you needed to hold your ice cream 😔

- at first y'all are just silent and then you look over at him just happily licking his ice cream

- he's got chocolate ice cream next to his mouth and you laugh

- he turns to you

"what?"

"messy eater"

- you mumble as you raise a hand and wipe it off with your thumb

- you wipe your thumb on your napkin and look back up at peter and suddenly the air has changed cause he's just staring at you or your lips really and oh wow now the air has left your lungs and your heart is racing

"can i kiss you?"

...

- peter tastes like chocolate.

HERE'S A MEME TO MAKE UP FOR THE LACK OF GRAPHIC DESIGN IS MY PASSION

- what if we kissed on the jouch? 😳

- hi lizthearies shoutout to our pinterest convos

- alright story = over

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THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE AND FOR WHAT

ily all, treat yourself and others with kindness (dream with harry had me crying within the first five minutes i love him so much), and WEAR A MASK (unless you're in a safe place aka not the US lol)

AND DONT FORGET TO CONTINUE SIGNING PETITIONS AND SPEAKING OUT!! BLM IS NOT A TREND!

<3

[baekhyunsahoe]

it was an accident so I don’t have to say I’m sorry

Chanyeol’s not in his room when he wakes up. No, hes on the couch, and beside him Baekhyun, still sleeping peacefully cuddled up against him. a blanket is only half covering them, baekhyuns slender pale legs on display from where they’re draped around chanyeol’s.

this could only mean one thing.

Fuck.

Like, literally.

Granted, it wasn’t the first time they accidentally hooked up while they were shit faced. it wasn’t even the second time.

Baekhyun’s reaction is always the same though. He gets extremely upset, pissed off, all scandalized and shit and opting to play the blame game. Apparently every incident could only be chanyeol’s fault. despite chanyeol reasoning calmly that it was a mutual decision that baekhyun had usually started in the first place, the elder was quick to get defensive. “You could have stopped me” baekhyun’s words are icy and sharp. stopping baekhyun wasn’t even an option. it was basically damn near impossible to be honest. baekhyun’s wandering hands would all over him, relentless, stroking his dick, as if it was his life mission to get Chanyeol hard and begging for release.

The pounding headache is another reminder of just how much alcohol they consumed last night. They’ve been strangely into hard liquor lately rather than their usual and cheap soju and beer combo. But no, sehun and jongin had to influence them into the cognac variety and the god forsaken tequila.

Baekhyun makes a small mewling noise and shifts closer. Chanyeol can feel his warm breath against his neck. He stares up at the ceiling resolutely trying to keep his mind blank because he realizes Baekhyun is naked and all up on him and yeah theyre just friends, best friends actually, but fuck he was attractive. And he felt so good.

Chanyeol fails. His morning wood makes its 8am appearance. It was inevitable. Chanyeol tries to piece together last night. They had gone out to eat something basic. In n out, a simple but delicious burger and fries. On the way home they couldn’t resist the liquor store gleaming. There was a sale. A Hennessey sale. It seemed like a good idea at the time. It always does.

They kilt that bottle. It was a medium sized one but still. What were they thinking?

Baekhyun was in mid karaoke sing along to stray kids new album on the floor with his cheeks flushed pink and in chanyeol’s joggers. He had been already drunk to change into his own. chanyeol had been pouring baby shots for them at first but then they started accusing each other of being a ‘pussy’ and starting downing whole glasses.

He remembers Baekhyun being extremely impressed when chanyeol managed to down another glass of Hennessey and chug half a beer in 30 seconds to ‘prove’ hes got balls. He had rewarded him with a kiss. That kiss turned into a full on open mouthed make out session with Baekhyun moaning breathlessly into chanyeols mouth.

Maybe it was chanyeol who had pulled Baekhyun into his lap, or maybe Baekhyun lost his balance, being shit faced and all. Either way, it ended up with Baekhyun straddling him, Baekhyun handguiding chanyeol’s own hands to squeeze his ass perched oh so comfortably atop chanyeol’s boner. Then the grinding began.

Fuck.

Chanyeol was sporting a rock hard erection now just at recalling the memories.

He gulps, feeling feverish and honestly still drunk as he allows himself to trail a hand gently down baekhyun’s side. His skin is warm and smooth, chanyeols fingers follow the curve of his waist to his hips, and squeezes slightly, wanting badly to cop a feel on baekhyun’s ass. Hell he wanted to hit it again.

He doesn’t even realize his breathings gone ragged and hes shallowly thrusting against baekhyun’s thigh.

“fuck,” he hisses, biting down on his lip. Baekhyun stirs. Chanyeol removes his hand but its too late. Baekhyuns eyes open sleepily.

“mm?”

“sorry.”

Baekhyun is half awake, hasn’t seemed to register the situation. Or like chanyeol, maybe hes still drunk.

He looks at chanyeol and smiles. He definitely felt that. Then he turns around so that his ass is directly against chanyeol’s boxer covered boner.

Chanyeols heart races as his cock twitches. If that wasn’t an invitation then he didn’t know what was.

Baekhyun subtly pushes his hips back as he reaches around and wraps chanyeols arm around his waist.

Chanyeol gets the memo.

He rubs against baekhyuns ass a few times. Baekhyun moans, hands squeezing around chanyeols wrist as he arches his back.

He wants it. chanyeols on an adrenaline rush, feeling dizzy and drunk and horny all over again.

Removing his arm from Baekhyun’s side, he quickly coats his fingers in saliva, which is kinda hard seeing as he kinda had cotton mouth. But he manages.

Chanyeol wastes no time inserting one finger inside Baekhyun. He gets a gasp in response. Baekhyun’s ass still feels moist from last night. They must have fucked around 5am. Its only been a few hours. Chanyeol gets a flashback of him shooting his load inside of Baekhyun. They didn’t even use a condom… fuck. and it was about to happen again.

he’s got two fingers pumping in and out of Baekhyun’s hole in less than five minutes. Baekhyuns taking it really well and his body language shows hes enjoying it. he whimpers, the whiny slutty kind that’s basically asking for chanyeols dick.

“Baekhyun,” chanyeols voice is an octave lower, and huskier than usual. He thinks he feels Baekhyun shudder.

“go ahead.” Baekhyun pants softly.

That was all the permission chanyeol needed. He frees himself from the confines of his boxers and having enough sense to reach towards the table for the lube makes use of his long arms to grab it then hurriedly coat his cock in it, lifting the blanket up and almost drooling at baekhyun’s naked form. He was just so sexy god dammit. Those body curves. That ass.

He positions himself a little lower as he guides the head of his cock to in between baekhyun’s ass cheeks then he pushes in, inhaling sharply as he tries to keep it together while he sinks into that tight tight heat.

Baekhyun lets out a harsh cry. Hand reaching around to grab at chanyeols wrist.

Chanyeol halts his movements half way in, using all self control to not just thrust in all the way it felt so good.

“wait,” Baekhyun pants. “sore. Im a little sore.”

“youre sore?” chanyeol repeats, out of it, lips dry and dick absolutely throbbing.

“y-yeah. Go slow.”

Chanyeol nods even though Baekhyun cant see him and places soothing kisses along baekhyun’s nape as he slowly pumps just half of his dick in and out Baekhyun.

“o-oh, fuck,” Baekhyun’s whimpering. “you’re so big.”

“I know.” Chanyeol replies concentrating hard on not shoving his cock balls deep.

“you fucked me for so long last – ah – night…” Baekhyun half whispers, breathing raggedly.

“sorry,” chanyeol whispers back.

“its fine,” Baekhyun pushes his hips back ever so gently, experimentally almost. He groans. “im sore but it still feels good.”

“yeah?” chanyeol feels his ego boosted and pushes in just a little bit more. “do you still want me to go slow?”

“no, you can just – “

Chanyeol loses all sense of self control when Baekhyun shuddering causes his ass muscles to clench down deliciously around his cock, his hips move automatically thrusting the rest of the way in. he bites down on baekhyuns neck as he moans at the same time Baekhyun cries out.

“fuck, you feel so good.” Chanyeol mumbles almost deliriously, hes reached out and started stroking Baekhyun, who was just as turned on as him.

“more.”

Chanyeol gives it to him. he doesn’t set a pace, its only been a few minutes but hes aching for release already. With every thrust in and out of Baekhyun sends mind numbing pleasure all through his body. He feels like hes going to go insane as he picks up the pace, faster and faster while Baekhyuns moans get louder and louder. He pulls the blanket off so he can watch his cock driving into baekhyuns ass over and over again, loving the way it jiggled.

“you’re so fucking sexy,” chanyeol hisses almost angrily. “I'm gonna fuck you all morning.”

Baekhyun just whimpers in response, too fucked out to really reply.

despite his previous sentiments, Chanyeol feels his orgasm approaching now that the sight of their activity is in full view in the dimly lit living room. He pulls out only to reposition Baekhyun onto his back. Then he’s pushing Baekhyun’s legs up and settling between them, fucking into him slowly.

Baekhyun stares up at him, red cheeked, lips wet and parted as endless moans and cries come out of his pretty mouth. He looks especially debauched. His bangs are sweaty and stick to his forehead, above his half lidded eyes that are almost watery.

Chanyeol cant take it.

“do you want me to come inside of you?” chanyeol asks pressing baekhyuns legs more and more against baekhyuns chest.

Baekhyun nods biting his lip. He looks like hes about to cry.

“okay,” chanyeol smiles, and then really gives it to him.

he tries to savor every moan of his name, every flutter of baekhyuns eyelashes as his eyes roll to the back of his head from the pleasure and probably some pain, chanyeol has never felt this good with anyone else in his life. Baekhyuns perfect. Sweating and moaning and perfect.

Chanyeol leans down and kisses him.

He gets to swallow that moan this time and its even more satisfying. He feels his balls tightening as he grabs at baekhyuns dick and starts jacking him off with intent to make him cum as fast as possible. Baekhyun is half sobbing into chanyeols mouth as chanyeol licks his teeth and gums and fucks him and strokes him all at the same time.

“ah I cant – “

“just come.”

Baekhyun does come, white spurts of it shooting out from his cock and onto his stomach. His whole body squeezes and convulses around chanyeols cock making it tighter than ever. Chanyeol swears and fucks into him at a rapid animalistic speed a few more times before hes spilling inside, painting baekhyuns insides with his hot sticky cum.

“fuck,” he swears again giving Baekhyun a lazy and satistfied wet kiss.

“ahh,” Baekhyun whines when chanyeol puts all his weight on him. “get off.”

“my bad. Hold on.” chanyeol is out of breath as he leans up on his hands to search for a random article of clothing they can sacrifice for the greater good.

He sees a shirt and sadly its his and reaches for it. sitting up with his cock still in Baekhyun he counts one two three, then pulls out and puts the shirt beneath baekhyuns ass. He watches in fascination as his come slowly starts dripping out.

“enjoying the view you perv?” Baekhyun scowls. "Yeah actually. I definitely enjoyed that view if you know what i mean." chanyeol teases, ready to avoid the hapkido kick to his face. However when baekhyun tries to get up, he groans and falls back onto the couch.

“ you good?” chanyeol asks, concerned.

“no im fucking sore, if you didn’t know that.”

“you told me to ‘go ahead’…”

“ugh shut up.” Baekhyun manages to grab his shirt and put it on but still remains in a laying position. He gestures at his boxers on the floor. Chanyeol quickly hands it to him and Baekhyun shimmies into it then collapses back onto the couch. “fuck. how did this happen.”

"well sometimes when a man gets an erection - " "Im going to kill you." “aw cmon baek. you cant tell me you didn’t like 'what happened'.” chanyeol grins pushing his hair out of his face. It sticks up wildly. Hes got his boxers back on and drinks from a water bottle from the floor.

“that’s besides the point.” Baekhyun huffs. He looks like hes torn between basking in the after glow and continuing scolding chanyeol. “my back really hurts. We did it on the floor last night.”

“what.” chanyeol couldn’t remember that part.

“yeah I dunno. But Im pretty sure I have some bruises from it.” Baekhyun grimaces and moans when he tries to stretch. Sadly that sound only reminded chanyeol of all the noises Baekhyun made earlier and he hopes Baekhyun doesn’t notice how his cock twitches.

“was I too rough?” chanyeol asks frowning now bc baekhyun seemed to be seriously in distress.

“obviously. Ugh chanyeol, we shouldn’t even be doing this. We have to stop doing this. I told you before I wasn’t ok with doing things when were drunk.”

“uh ok. But you were the one who kissed me.”

“it doesn’t matter! You shouldn’t have put your dick in me when I was clearly intoxicated.”

“what are you trying to say?” chanyeol feels offended now. yeah Baekhyun always blames him when this happens but it sounded like something else this time.

Baekhyun gives him a look of contempt. “I don’t appreciate you taking advantage of me.”

“what the fuck?”

“im serious.”

“was I taking advantage of you 10 minutes ago?” chanyeol cant help getting loud. This was such a ridiculous conversation. “because from what I remember you turned around and basically begged me to put it in you the way you were rubbing your ass on my dick.”

Baekhyun sits up looking triggered as hell. “excuse me?” he hisses. “you were the one with a boner the size of a small country.”

“yeah I know its big. We established that. We also established how much you fucking love it.”

“wow.” Baekhyun gets up and nearly falls over. He finds balance and glares. “get over yourself chanyeol. And stay away from me.”

“kinda hard considering WE LIVE TOGETHER.”

“fuck off.”

“whatever.”

[sick-kun]

Ch.6 The End

>September 2017 >D finally broke up with S >FUCK S >they broke up over the fact that Ds parents hate S >plus S acted like an autist the last time they went to visit >D's parents kicked out S and I couldn't have gotten any fucking harder >Honestly tho, you guys know I'm a sucker for D, and the entire time S was REEEEEEEEing and being disrespectful towards D's parents (D's mom is a sweetheart and one of the kindest ladies ever, she also asks about me all the time. D's dad is a cop, so I feel like he can see through my "friendly" intentions with his daughter) D was texting me about how distressed she was >"D, I dont give a fuck, I can be up there right now and drag that chubby cunt by her ankles out of your parents house" >D and S come back into town and they immediately end things, leaving D to move out to a friends house >D texts a few days after the breakup >"anon, can I come over? I wanna hang out" >Anon Dick Solid 5: Phantom Came >her and I have still been talking on a daily basis, so my mind starts running >my penis starts contemplating devious thoughts, but im trying to be pure minded. She just broke up with her partner of 3 years, so im sure she just needs a shoulder to cry on >Dick: "Hey man, whatever happens, happens" >"Sure D, when do you wanna come over?" >"When do your parents go to sleep anon?" >Daimond is unbreakable >She comes over pretty late (my parents are fucking night owls). its a bit passed 1 >We sit on my downstairs couch and shoot the shit; we talk about everything from life, to movies, to pop culture and news >"I loved that movie Anon!" >"Yeah, im doing good anon...its nice to finally be away from" >"Just been super busy with work, anon" >made me realize why ive missed her so much...we will always be able to talk like we havent missed a step >conversation starts to move from regular bullshit.... to how we were in highschool >full circle, huh? fate is funny >we talk about everything thats stuck out in my mind that you've read so far >my missteps, her issues and problems, all of it >and it finally comes out, but without it being forced, I was comfortable enough to say it >"D, you know you're my highschool crush right?" >"haha anon stop kidding" >"im not...like...I even broke up with A because I couldn't get over you" >"Anon...are you serious? I never knew...." >niggawut > Brain: IVE BEEN FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR LIKE 6 YEARS?? HOW THE FUCK COULD I COME OFF THIS VAGUE?? >"yeah D....even now...I'm still into you" >"Anon...well, Im sure you know, but I really wanted to be with you back then. It just seemed like it never really happened between us. It seemed like it was always the wrong time" >NIGGAWUT >"Well...D...it could happen now" >I specifically remember saying this cuz even I was like "fuck anon, that was smooth" >D edges closer to me and smiles >"What do you mean?" >I pull her closer and we start making out, but im sure youve all heard enough of us kissing >Lips run along hers, I start kissing her neck, she moans, her hand along my face so she can pull me closer if I tried to pull away even for a second. My fingers trickle down to her breast and I start massaging them over her shit. The her breathing gets heavier as we start matching each others rhythm and make out more passionately. its super hot >even more so because my parents are upstairs asleep so theres always that chance of being caught >I have a huge "fuck around in situations where theres a chance of being caught" fetish >I pull off D's top, a tight black V-neck, and see an even cuter red bra under. >I unhook her bra ONE HANDED FIRST TRY. CRITICAL HIT. ID NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE >Legit pull away and whisper "yes" to myself. Even being an Alpha can't mask my dorkiness, but it made D laugh >She gets on top of me as I lay back against my couch. Her boobs fall against my face, looking even fuller from the last time >I start sucking, and even if this wasn't the first time, she loved the way I teased her. I'd move from letting my tongue tease her nipples to my lips almost meeting hers, switching back and forth between the two >my fingers start to excavate down her stomach, move to her jeans, and I start trying to crack that lock one handed >I fucked up when I was picking my ability points once I reached alpha stage. my lockpicking was at 5 because I thought "ability to write sexy shit" would be more optimal >no regerts >D starts to giggle and she sees me trying to get them off her thighs with no success >"here anon, let me help" >they slip off and shes looking like a lesbian Aphrodite in nothing but socks and a thong >fun fact, everytime ive seen D without pants on, she always has a thong on....on that thick ol fat booty and I cant get enough >"Anon, I helped you, so help me out...I want those off" >She said, pointing at my sweatpants, and youre gosh darn right those fuckers teleported off of me >Solid Snake has joined the fray >Im throbbing hard at this point, and rubbing my shaft between her legs >Every stroke I can feel D getting wetter and wetter >She asks me between moans >"Anon, what do you want to do to me?" >"Everything" >I immediately pull off her thong and D lets out a moan, just motivating me further into lust mode >I start lining kisses against her thigh and each time she drives my head further and further between her legs with her hand. Her fingers are right under the head, so she can move me closer to her pussy while we grind against each other. >Shes trying to keep her voice down, and I was too considering im not usually super vocal, but fuck, Solid Snake wants to get in that box >Im right against her thighs, Snake is dripping against her thighs, teasing her while im inching towards her pussy >Fuck....shes really wet >Really wet >NO MAN, LIKE REALLY FUCKING WET >I start to tease her pussy one last time, my fingers running along the lips while I start to breath against her neck >Moans are getting louder >I DONT GIVE A FUCK >LUST MODE FULLY ENGAGED >I look up for one second >her back is arched so she her hips and thighs are around me, her tits are stone hard, and shes holding her head back with her free hand while her other is still caressed around my head >Solid Snake....its time >I lean against the couch, so D can ease herself slow against me >Omg >the head slowly slips in >Omfg >she's already halfway down my base....it feels like every second is a lifetime of wait >She takes in all of me and I feel her rest against my thighs >Guys I did it >I'm having sex with D >She was wet and dripping along every inch of Snake >but I guess I really was the first guy she's ever been with, she was insanely tight >but still, she did her best to move up and down, the pace still staying the same, but fuck, I'd be lying if I wasn't into it >I try to thrust a bit, but she's still getting adjusted >"easy anon....it still hurts...but dont stop... It feels so good" > Her rhythm starts slow and our chemistry points come in handy: we quickly match each others speed (still slow, but its building up) >She felt so incredible...so wet and moist....yet warm and soft >She was moaning into my ear, knowing it was the only way she could keep herself from moaning loud enough to wake my parents >I start losing control, and I accidently flex inside her, which makes her tighten up even more and she lets out a small yelp >We stop for a second, looking into each others eyes >SHES IN FULL LUST MODE TOO >She bites down on my lip(a little revenge for me flexing), but her hips immediately pick up speed >shes riding me faster and faster >Snake, do not fail me now >I slip my tongue between her lips because her moans are reaching immeasurable percentiles >She's kissing me and I move to get her missionary >Time to take control >I mount her, full alpha, as she spread her legs and raises her hips >World's hottest invitiation >I tease her pussy again, I cant help it, I love the back and forth. I rub the head of my dick up and down her pussy, putting extra pressure and attention on her clit. >"Anon...more....more" >I slide in, and her hips, pulling them into me each thrust >D started to grab her mouth as I fucked her harder and faster >"Anon please, don't stop" >I wont, the mission wasnt over >I can feel her dripping right against my thighs as I kept guiding her hips onto my cock >My fingers ringed around her nipples, while I sucked every inch of her neck >Im sure my parents wouldve heard her moan at this point if she didnt have her mouth covered >and if that didnt give it away, the whole living room reeked from sex >but I didnt care >Every day of carnal fantasies flew through my head >every second of missed opportunities raced right by too >but most importantly, everytime I've ever wanted to have sex with D motivated me to make this last as long as we could >I flipped her over, she was in doggystyle position >I immediately could tell she was still in pain by the way she her speed dropped, so I started taking it slow >Fuck >This sex scene quickly went from from hottest shit ever to world most softcore porn >I pulled her closer, her back laying up against my chest >I pulled her hair back gently (not hard, but I was still in "sexual demon" mode") >Her all too familiar scent reclaimed me >She turns her head, her eyes now, and our tongues meet again >As we started making out I could feel her butt bouncing against my thighs >Snake, were getting close, but its not time to pull out just yet >The decrease in speed never stopped the pleasure. The sex was so tenderly paced we could take our time to savor every bit of our bodies >My vision start to go red.....speed increased by 20% >"Anon dont stop" >I wasn't going too >speed increased by 40% >I was going faster and faster while she bounced against me.....fuck >we couldnt help but say each other's names >"Anon" >"D" >"Anon" >"D" >"Anon....fuck im going to cum" >I kept on thrusting like my life depended on it >1 more stroke, 2 more stroke >I was getting lost in my pleasures >My mind starts going blank >I leaned back and made D lean back with me, one last time >My hands were gripped on her hips, as I went deeper >Oh god, she was getting wetter and I felt everything reaching its FLCLIMAX >"D, Im gonna cum" >"cum with me anon, cum with me" >I had one last thrust before I pulled my sword from the stone >I aimed for the floor, but D didnt stop grinding her hips against me as she came >2xThunderousOrgasm.jpg >I laid back on my couch exhausted from everything >I was stuck in that post-nut zen. For a moment, I felt like the Buddha of banging >and yet, it still flowed through my mind >the mental of aspect of everything culminating to tonight >The physical aspect of finally doing it and giving her everything she wanted >and I grasped it again, the thought but in a more honest form >it wasn't just a moment with D >but it was the most honest ive ever felt with anyone in my life...just being cuddled up there with her >and of course...

>David came home