and only for like another half hour

How to dry rose petals the lazy way

My dear husband gave me some pretty white-pinkish roses for Valentines Day and as they were starting to wilt I figured it would be a waste to just throw them out. So why not dry them! My usual method of drying involved bundling the flowers and hang them upside down over a radiator. I used to do this quite a lot when I was a teenager but I have lost the patience to do so (Also I don’t have a suitable radiator in my current house anymore)

I looked around for a faster method and stumbled upon a few options:

Option 1: Place petals on a flat surface in a warm environment with lots of ventilation and leave for a loooooong time.
No. Not an option if you have a hyperactive 4 year old running around and destroying everything in his path.

Option 2: Dry them using an oven. Place rose petals on an oventray and put them in the oven on 200 degrees while leaving the oven door open.
Still takes too long for me so I found another method:

Option 3: Nuke the fuckers. The microwave, Now let me tell you, I was a bit skeptic about this. I mean, rose petals in the microwave? I don’t know man. But hey, they said on the internet that it would take only a minute. Not too bad,so I tried it.

I placed the petals on a plate covered in kitchen paper, making sure that the petals were not touching each other. I place the plate in the microwave and blasted them for a minute an a half. They were not completely dry yet so I nuked them for another minute. The came out perfectly dry.
You want them to be crunchy, like potato chips, if they are still bendy, there’s still some moisture left in them.

 After they’re nuked till crispy I placed them on a baking tray to dry for another 48 hours before storing them in an airtight container (I placed the tray on top of a closet and out of sight from my dear little monster child)

^ This is the result of me being an impatient little shit.
I put the 2nd batch of petals in the microwave for a full 3,5 minutes because, hey, maybe it’s faster than checking on them every 30 seconds…
Burnt the everloving fuck out of the poor things.
So be patient.

Tah-daah. Finished. 
The pot I used is a glass airtight pot that used to hold instant coffee. The only reason I drink instant coffee is because of the pretty pots like this one, I’m building up quite a collection of them. They’re very useful to store various stuff in

Anyway, I hope this was useful!
I’ll make a new post about what to do with them once I figure it out myself :)

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 2/??

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Depression, angst and fluff throughout the whole series, suicide attempt

A/N: Im so happy at how much support part 1 got?? Thankyou all so so so fucking much ily all also!! credit to @finn-got-tall for an idea in one of the scenes!! (I wont reveal which scene bc i want people to just read) but ty lovely

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 (Soon) | …

Eddie and Richie blinked at each other, stunned to see one another in such a strange coincidence. Eddie still had his hand up, but Richie still hadn’t took it. Richie merely brought his hand up that held the cigarette, taking a drag and allowing the toxic waste to decay against his lungs. Eddie visibly cringed at the sight, but stayed silent; he only continued to watch in hope that Richie would somehow step down. Richie took away the small stick, blowing the smoke out slowly and staring at Eddie through his large obnoxious eye glasses.

“Why are you here, Eds?” Richie asked, as if a day hadn’t passed since they last talked.

Which was funny, considering they had barely shared a word in two and a half years. They were both 17 now, not two 14 year old boys with hormonal issues and experiencing puberty. No, they were grown but not quite men yet.

“Why are you hanging off the side of the school ledge? C’mon, get down-”

Richie flicked the cigarette over the edge, watching it fall over his shoulder and getting lost in the distance to the ground.

“Why should I?” Richie tilted his head, his curls dangling to one side more than the other. “Your life wouldn’t change if I jumped, in fact- you were coming up here to jump yourself. Weren’t you, Eds? So who are you to say to someone that they should get down?”

Eddie felt speechless, the hairs standing up on the back of his neck as he realised that what Richie was right, who was he to tell Richie to not end his life?

“I’m Eddie fucking Kaspbrak and I’m telling you to not jump, asshole. We might not be friends anymore but I really don’t want you to die. Please Richie, just step down.”

Richie whistled in taunting amusement, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow. 

“Are you begging me right now, Eds?”

Eddie felt anger surge in his core, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course i’m begging! A guy I know-”

“You don’t know me.” Richie cut Eddie off with a monotone voice.

“I used to know,” Eddie corrected before continuing, “is stood before me and could jump at any second. I don’t want that happen and neither does anyone else!”

Richie furrowed his eyebrows, “like who?”

“Like- fuck, Bev! She’s your friend, right? You can’t just leave her.” Eddie squeaked, taking a subtle step forward.

“She has Bill, she’ll probably replace me as her smoking bud.” Richie shrugged as if it meant nothing to him, but secretly him being replaced could possibly be one of the worst pains that Richie has ever experienced. “Just like you did and everyone else did out of the losers club, isn’t that right Eddie?”

Eddie flinched, knowing all too well that his comment hit home to both of them. “I didn’t mean to cut you off, Richie.” Eddie whispered softly, looking to Richie’s eyes. “I can’t speak for the other guys, but I had a lot going on-”

“And you don’t think I did?!” Richie exclaimed, balling a fist, “Even you knew what my life was like Eddie, you knew how shitty it was for me and it’s only gotten worse.”

Eddie already could tell that he was talking about his neglectful parents, Eddie was the first to know about his situation and comforted him for days on end with Richie in his arms. 

“Richie, look I’m an asshole okay? I get it, I left you when you needed me. But please, I can help you. Step down.” Eddie cried again, stepping forward and holding his hand up helplessly for Richie to grab.

Richie fell silent, staring at Eddie’s shaking hand before glancing at his features. He was still the same Eddie, still having a baby face traced on his doll like skin, still having those brown bambi eyes of wonder and his hear was still neat in the same style.

He really was just Eddie Kaspbrak, he hadn’t let the world break him down into shreds whereas Richie had.

“Please, Richie.” Eddie pleaded, reaching his hand higher.

Richie shook his head, feeling a sigh break out into the cold air. “Sorry, Eds.” He finalised on his last words before taking a step back.

Eddie’s eyes widened, a shrilled yell piercing through the afternoon breeze, quickly reaching out with his inhaler dropping to the ground. Eddie grabbed at Richie’s shirt, feeling all of his strength pull back Richie as quick as he could before he fell back which would result in his death.

Richie felt nothing beneath his feet, but a second later felt the whole world against them once again.

Eddie pulled him forward, feeling the weight of Richie fall on top of his smaller 5′4 frame. Both collided against the school roofs concrete, on top of one another with a little grunt leaving their lips.

After a moment of silence, Richie finally erupted.

“Eddie what the fuck?!” Richie had tears in his eyes, threatening to spill but he would never let someone else see him cry.

Especially not Edward Kaspbrak.

Eddie felt emotions that he had never felt so harshly before tug at his heart strings and pulse at his templates, he had his arms wrapped around Richie tightly in order for him to keep him away from the ledge.

Richie felt entangled with the boy below him, closing his eyes to fight the urge to cry in a mixture of anger and sadness. His heart sped up rapidly, feeling Eddie hold tighter against the clothes on his back with his legs wrapped around the back of his thighs.

“I-I’m not letting go until you promise.”

Richie winced, he didn’t want to promise anything because breaking them was the worst part.

“Promise me you won’t kill yourself!” Eddie croaked in his ear, gripping tighter and forcing his words upon Richie.

He didn’t want to promise, but he didn’t want to let down another person in his life. Richie remained silent for what seemed like hours, but those hours were only seconds in reality.

“I promise, Eds.” 

Eddie heard his promise loudly and clearly, but he still held tight- not to keep Richie from moving, but to help him know that even though those two and a half years were empty of each other for either one of them, Eddie was still there for him.

Half an hour had passed since the incident, with both boys sat side by side on the roof top against the small bricks of the fire escape. Silence remained the two, but the company of one another was all the comfort they both desired.

Richie couldn’t help but glance at Eddie every so often and ponder about the boys situation since they had last talked. He of course came up to the rooftop to kill himself also, this was common sense. Richie came up here to smoke with Bev almost every day and not one student would wonder upstairs for anything, so if Eddie Kaspbrak just so happened to come up to the roof top, it certainly wasn’t for a smoke.

His eyes were soft and staring at the clouds above, oh how those eyes said a story that Richie felt his heart ache for. Richie knew what happened around the school, how he was severely bullied for simply coming out to his friends and family. 

Richie wasn’t one of those people he came out too. 

Richie had to hear it from the gossip, just like most. Somehow the word got out about Eddie being gay, which lead to the bullying getting worse and worse as time ached on. Somehow Eddie remained confident on the outside, from what it seemed and pulled himself up each time he was thrown down. But after todays incident, it seemed as if it was all getting too much for Eddie.

Richie frowned, letting all of the thoughts roam his mind in realisation that this boy could possibly be just as bruised as he was.

Eddie glanced down at the pack of half empty cigarettes that were between both himself and Richie and his own inhaler. There was an actual contrast between the two objects just as there was between him and Richie as people.

Him and Richie were two completely different people and Eddie couldn’t ever see them being friends with their different habits. For example, Eddie loved everything to be clean of germs and to stay away from illness or diseases whilst Richie was practically smoking himself to death in order to get one.

Eddie laid his fingers upon the trim of the box of cigarettes and he began to carve his finger on the edge, feeling the ragged structure. Richie raised an eyebrow, saying nothing and just watching the small acts.

Eddie then took out a single cigarette, wincing at how it felt on his fingertips and how many illness’ the single stick held inside of it.

“Why do you smoke?” Eddie asked softly, lifting the cigarette up into the air.

Richie shrugged, re-enacting what he had said to Bev a few days ago, “I like smoking.”

“But why?” Eddie sighed, “Your lungs decay, you cripple and cough whilst cancer creeps up on your shoulder. It’s repulsive.”

“Like I said, I just like it. I don’t smoke to look ‘cool’ Eds.” Richie now stared at Eddie’s side profile.

Eddie stares at the rips in Richie’s jeans, frowning, “It’s a slow death.”

“Maybe thats what I want.”

Eddie sighed, putting the cigarette back in the box and grabbing some hand sanitiser from his pocket and squirting a dollop onto the palm of his hand where the same scar remained from the blood oath. Richie analysed it with soft eyes, his head tilting before lifting up his own hand and tracing the scar from the oath with his free hand. He remembered how he held Eddie’s hand in the cast, his blood on Eddie’s skin and connecting the two as one. The oath was to signal that one day they’d all come back together as one.

Maybe this was their early and personal reunion.

Eddie was too busy scrubbing in the hand sanitiser into his skin to notice Richie’s soft smile on his lips at the thought of him and Eddie talking again.

Everything was fuzzy about their childhood in the big group that they had, but if one thing was clear to Richie, it was the blood oath. Everything about that memory was so vivid to Richie and easy to remember, whilst the memories with himself and Eddie having sleepovers and crashing the arcade were hazed like a dream. At some point he even remembered a clown coming into play, but that was nothing more than a nightmare.

“I think your hands will be raw if you keep scratching the germ repellent into your skin.” Richie remarked, smirking a bit.

“At least I’ll be clean.” Eddie sighed, before finishing his work and patting his bare knees. 

Richie placed a sturdy hand on Eddie’s shoulder, causing him to flinch but settle quickly and looking at Richie in confusion. Richie simply pushed himself up, holding his hand out to Eddie instead- unlike the circumstance before where Eddie was holding his out to Richie. 

“C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

Eddie lifted his scarred palm out, with Richie’s own scarred palm grabbing his and pulling him to his feet.

Even after all these years, Richie still remembered where Edward Kaspbrak lived. He still lived in that small button house that had a cozy atmosphere to it. He even remembered the exact route he’d take when he used to ride to Eddie’s house every night for a sleepover. He remembered the damn smell of Eddie’s house, he remembered it all. 

The two walked close, every now and then their fingers would graze at the other persons skin but that was the only contact that they had.

Eddie watched as the sun started to set over the several houses that were next to them, being only 5PM and in a gloomy November setting- it was bound to be that the nights were starting earlier. The streetlights began to flicker on one by one and the cold air started to spike at Eddie’s bare legs.

“Why the fuck are you wearing shorts in November?” Richie chuckled, looking down at Eddie’s quivering legs.

Eddie huffed slightly, “Because I hate wearing jeans or anything else.”

Richie cooed, leaning forward and pinching the boys cheek. “That’s cute, Eds. But you might wanna wrap up for winter, it’s gonna get cold.”

Eddie felt his face heat up, adding to his already flushed cheeks from the cold air. “Its not cute and don’t call me Eds- I hate it, asshole.”

However, Richie knew that Eddie didn’t hate that at all as this was the first time he chose to deny it out of all the times in the past few hours. Richie confidently wrapped an arm around Eddie, pulling him closer to his side to keep him warm.

“I’ll keep ya’ warm, Eds.” 

Eddie blushed, looking up at Eddie before down at his feet. It was if the days without Richie had never passed- he was still the same with him despite how Eddie cut him off along with the other losers. Eddie felt a true attachment to Richie click inside of him again as he didn’t protest against his actions.

“You may as well if you’re gonna be having your arm over me.” Eddie whispered, leaning into the taller boy with a little bit of courage.

Richie grinned down at him, holding his shoulder as they walked the same route the way their bikes used to go. But it wasn’t long until Richie’s smile was wiped away by the droplets of heavy rain that fell onto them and the concrete. Eddie gasped, feeling the cool air now become freezing and quickly splatter onto his bare legs. 

Richie noticed Eddie’s attire again, seeing as he was wearing knee high socks, shorts and a sweater. Not that good for this type of weather. Richie quickly stopped in his tracks, taking off his grey hoodie with the Guns’N’Roses sign imprinted onto the fabric and holding it out to Eddie.

Eddie’s eyes widened, his arms wrapped around himself and his hair starting to soak up.

“Richie- no, It’s fine. You’ll be-”

“I’ll be freezing, I could get sick, blah blah. I don’t care, you don’t want to get sick and you don’t want to be cold so just take it.” Richie then forced it into the boys hands.

Eddie nodded, quickly sliding on the oversized hoodie over his smaller frame. The sleeves hung past his fingertips and the trim went past his hips and down to his thighs. The smell of cigarettes and cheap aftershave filling his senses and making his pupils become blown out. Richie smiled as he wore a plain white tee and his black ripped jeans and some cheap sneakers. Richie quickly lifted the grey hood over Eddie’s head, it hanging down to his eyebrows and covering him from the rain entirely.

“There we go, you’re all cosy.” Richie smiled, feeling his curls become more and more tight on top of his head due to the wetness.

Eddie felt himself blush and felt his own heat radiate himself, he couldn’t help but roll one sleeve up and reach his pale hand out to Richie’s.

Richie glanced down at the hand with a raised eyebrow, but took it in his scarred palm and held it close to him as he guided Eddie along to his house.

The streetlights lit their way up the path as their feet splashed in new forming puddles and soaking the insides of their shoes. As they arrived outside of Eddie’s small home. They both stopped, staring at each other for a moment and looking into each others eyes.

“Well, today was interesting.”  Richie breathed out, feeling his goosebumps grow more along the skin of his arms.

Eddie nodded, his eyes drifting elsewhere. “Please- please don’t tell anyone about why I was up there.”

Richie smiled sadly, “I wasn’t counting on it anyway bud.”

Eddie nodded again, fidgeting with the sleeve of the hoodie before curling his fingers under the trim- ready to take it off.

“No, no. You can.. you can keep it Eds.” Richie started, “It looks better on you than it does on me.”

Eddie smiled, his perfect white pearls showing between his lips as the apples of his cheeks tinted pink. “Oh really now?”

“Really.” Richie chuckled, shivering visibly but ignoring it.

“I might just keep it then.” Eddie whispered, removing his fingers and wrapping his arms around himself. “Thankyou, Richie.”

“What did I do?”

“You kinda saved me today, if you weren’t there…”

“Eds, if you weren’t there I would’ve jumped.” Richie started, stopping for a moment before whispering with a sad smile yet again, “We saved each other. Simple as that.”

“We did, huh?” Eddie looked at his white sneakers and smiled at the realisation, “Yeah, we really did.”

The two boys stood in silence for a moment or so, with Richie analysing the boy again. He loved how he looked in his clothes, it seemed so natural on him.

“Well, looks like that was meant to be then.” Eddie spoke up again, now looking up and adjusting his hood so he could see Richie better.

“Maybe you’re my guardian angel, Eds.” Richie cooed once again with a lop sided smirk and his eyes lazy, “Or maybe I’m yours.”

Eddie blushed, giving Richie the middle finger. “Shut up, that stuff doesn’t exist dumbass.”

“Well we’ll have to make it exist then, wont we?” Richie asked rhetorically.

Eddie laughed and took a step back away from Richie’s close form. “I’ll see you around then, Richie?”

“Yes you will Eddie Spaghetti.”

Eddie frowned quickly, “I hate that, don’t call me that.”

“I guess I’ll call you Eds instead!” Richie smirked.


Richie blurred out his protest, gazing down at the boy with admiration. “Just get inside before you get sick, Eds. Say hi to Mrs.K for me, I haven’t stayed the night with her in a while.” Richie teased softly.

“Gross.” Eddie muttered, but smiled. “See you around.”

“Yeah, see you around.”

With that, Eddie turned on his heels and rushed to his door- fumbling with some keys that he found under the plant pot next to the front door and quickly unlocked the door, opening it and running inside.

Richie stayed for a moment or two with narrow eyes, watching how the door closed. He then relaxed when he saw a minute or so later that Eddie’s room light was shown through his window. A sigh of relief left Richie’s lips as he turned to continue walking down the path with rain soaking his form.

As he was walking, his hand jittered towards his hoodie pocket- only to remember that he gave his hoodie to Eddie. He chuckled, realising that he had left his cigarettes and lighter in there before walking on.

He couldn’t care less about his cigarette’s for once, in fact- the chainsmoker only cared about his old friend and how he was now back in his life once again to make his world turn from grey to colours.

Eddie had finished changing into his Star Wars pyjamas, now folding up the clothes that he had wore on the previous day to send into the hamper to be washed. 

He hummed, folding up the damp grey hoodie with a soft smile on his face. His eyebrows quickly narrowed in a thin line when a box dropped out of one of the pockets and onto Eddie’s wooden floor. Eddie held the folded hoodie in one hand before leaning down and picking up the box that had dropped. He then turned it over only to reveal Richie’s pack of cigarettes.

Eddie sighed sadly, dropping the hoodie back onto his bed and he proceeded to clutch the pack with both hands.

He wanted to mend Richie Tozier.

Eddie then walked out of his room and into the bathroom, staring at the pack that had warnings of ‘lung cancer’ spread all over it. He couldn’t help but worry for Richie’s health and mental health too. He sighed shakily, before focusing on the toilet.

He knew that he should probably give the pack back to Richie, but Eddie knew that he could never bring himself to give him the cancer sticks willingly. He only had one true option at this point.

He stood over the toilet, before dropping the pack of cigarettes into the water. Eddie watched the cigarettes float out of the box and on top of the water. Eddie then reached for the flush valve and pushed down on it. It was then revealed that the water started to drown the sticks, flushing them down into the sewers and away from harming a human.

It might only start off as baby steps, but he was going to mend Richie. One step at a time.

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Sweet Nothings

REQUEST: could you write one of just lying in bed with Harry, just talking about the future and it’s all fluffy with a bit of smut? Thanks💗💗

REQUEST: could you write an imagine/fluff about pillow talk, like what you and harry would talk about after making love and the sweet nothings he would tell you 😊

Decided to combine these two. I’m not a huge smut writer so there’s not much smut but there is plenty of fluff! Hope you enjoy! x

Lazy moments with Harry were definitely at the top of your list of favorite things.

The two of you were lost in one another, both of your legs intertwined and covered in the pastel pink sheets of your bed. He was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, the tattoos on his body illuminated only by the (many) candles that he’d lit earlier that night while you were preoccupied in your office. You were wearing an oversized shirt that you’d stolen from him months ago, a black button-up with “Styles” embroidered over the breast. Your arm was thrown across his chest as your head nestled into the crook of his neck, and his arm was wrapped around you, his hand settled at the skin of your waist as he traced circles against your skin.

The two of you had just spent a while being intimate with one another, which was evident by both of your horrendous sex hair and the blissful afterglow that the both of you carried on your features. You’d been together for almost half a year now, and in that time you’d spent countless hours fooling around between the sheets—Harry connected with you like no one else ever had, and he knew it. The two of you had a more than active sex life, but it wasn’t only about the sex, it was about the moments.

It was the moment after you scream his name, when he leans over to press a soft kiss to your temple. The way in which he never lets you forget that you are safe, that you are in control, and that he loves you.

It’s the moments where he looks at you—I mean, he REALLY looks at you. Head to toe, as if he’s trying to commit your every dip and curve to memory, even though he probably already has. It’s the way he lets out a small sigh and a goofy smile once he’s gotten the chance to see every inch of your skin, as if your body was the answer to all the questions he’d ever asked.

It’s the moment after it all, after you’d scampered into the bathroom and the both of you had slipped into something to cover your skin from the cold air. Moments like right now, where the two of you were absolutely content with tucking yourselves into one another and pretending like both of you were the only people in the world. That’s certainly what it felt like—you felt his chest rise and fall slowly, and the feeling of his lips at the top of your head made you smile.

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Humans and aliens in relationships

In this world where humans are Space Orcs™, Capable of Anything, Afraid-of-Nothing…

Imagine the alien actually having a relationship with a human. First, their friends are so curious and awed and thinks their friend is brave for getting involved with a human.

Second, they are too, at first, until they realize humans are not one particular species that all do the same, but that the specific human they are building a relationship with is pretty cool. Their mind boggles when they realize this, as this would mean that no human can be the same, that they all have different upbringing, likes and dislikes, everything infinitely complex. They finally figure that they, while understanding all of humanity might be impossible, they at least can try understand the one in front of them.

“Hey, C’Lom” the human says as it snaps its fingers in front of their eye-stalks. “Are you still with me?”

“Yes,” they say, “apologies, I was, as you might call it, lost in thought.”

The human stretches its neck muscles to one side, keeping its weird, big eyes on them. It’s very observant, but in a concerned way, like it wants to find out what it can do to make things better.

“Penny for your thoughts?” It says, eating another fried something from the container in front of it.

C’Lom bows their head a bit. Humans and their weird expressions. They ponder a while on how to best use the English language to express such abstract things. The dark room around them is only lit by a few night lights, the mess hall silent for another half hour before everyone starts their shifts. C’Lom had just woken up early and found their crew mate, and learned that it couldn’t sleep. They had started talking in hushed voices and now it was almost morning. Not that the time mattered on a spaceship anyway.

“The vastness of you amazes me,” they finally settled on, watching the humans expression as it took another bite.

The human swallowed, nodding.

“Likewise,” it said, and smiled a smile that made the whole room seem brighter.


I also can’t help but imagine the sex. Like, the alien might not know that humans procreate in any special way because they have never heard of it. They don’t really know anything about different sexes either because not all aliens has those, or they might have moved past it so that it isn’t part of their culture anymore, or something. TLDR, sex isn’t a thing this alien knows about, and even less human sex.

And after a while they are in a relationship and they want to make their human feel good, for their birthday or something. So they ask another human, and this human, after the shock dies down, start asking what kind of relationship they are having. Are they just friends? Are they lovers? Do they meet other people or are they exclusive? Have they kissed? Are they going to have a family?

The alien is so confused and preoccupied they don’t get a present for the human at all, they just sits around and stares vacantly until the human flat out ask them what’s wrong. The alien tells it and the human is making a facial expression where it’s both concerned and amused at the same time.

“Yeah, Dana has very strict ideas on what a relationship should be like. I don’t think that such definitions are as important as long as we are happy together.”

“Do I make you happy?”

The human smiled and traced C’Loms face with its eyes.

“Yes, you make me very happy.”

Maybe their relationship turns physical after this conversation, and C’Lom learns that the Strong, Capable Human™ can turn into putty if you know where to touch them.

Aaand maybe the alien does have tentacles or something similar and maybe they aren’t compatible enough to make babies but they might not want that anyway, and maybe they can adopt?

Anyway, this were just some things on my mind ;)

Quickly (Smut)


Request: Airplane sex and some fluff.  

Word count: 4,5745

Faint, slightly irritating rumbling sounds rang in my ears, slowly pulling me out of my otherwise heavy sleep and forced my sore eyes to blink a few times, before being able to open them fully. At first, everything seemed blurry and the noises surrounding me seemed rather unfamiliar. 

Slowly, waking up fully, I found myself laying in Shawn’s lap with my feet across the empty seat, I should have been sitting in. 

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Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.3

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

Word Count: 5,997

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

I can’t believe I’m doing this again, you think to yourself. You close your eyes, and listen to the engine of the crowded bus, as you were currently on your way to pay mister ‘Kookie’ a visit. You start to slowly replay the scenes of Jin yelling at you, to desperately go back and meet the prostitute…

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deciduousdust  asked:

Lol, I seem to remember you warning everyone about the bears and advising people not to go out on the trails til mid-November just a week or two ago. Gallus, I think you have single handedly increased the average number of bear encounters US citizens have. If you get eaten I'm going to laugh and then I'm going to cry.

1. My exact words were “Don’t go on the trails AFTER DARK until like, November”

2. My dog is an asshole with a tiny bladder and has to be taken out to the park after dark becuase there’s no good ‘dog potty’ any closer to my building.  I’m staying in my neighborhood on the lit trails but the bears do not give a fuck.


4. No really last fall was really wet and there was food everywhere so lots more bears got knocked up/had like, three times more cubs than they usually do, so Durango is basically dealing with a bear baby boom this year and the Mothers are too Hungry For Fear and are getting real aggro about food.  They’re ripping open dumpsters, a garage door got bent open for some cat food, and the cubs are looking at their moms and now they have no sense of fear either and are willing to just chill on porches and in hot tubs.

It doesn’t help that people out here are super-blase about bears too.  As in, one of my Prof came into class late and said “Sorry the bears broke into my kitchen, and broke my sink BUT I GOT SO MANY GOOD PICTURES.”  and then showed us pictures of the two (admittedly, fucking adorable) bear cubs destroying his kitchen for like half an hour.  

Other people are taking selfies.  The employees at the sonic (the only place open past 9 here) are under strict instructions to not take garbage out after dark becuase one of the sows and her three cubs are just… living out of that dumpster. Another neighbor has called the $300 fine for leaving your garbage cans out “Governmental Persecution” and is holding a protest where he’s leaving his garbage out anyway and prominently displaying his gun collection in the window.

Then again, Roger’s an asshole and honestly a bear wrecking his house would be Natural Consequences at this point.

So yeah. It’s Bearmaggedon out here right now and they’re coming one way or another, so I’m just going to take my mace and my chances.

Archie Andrews Imagine

‘Extraordinary Measures’

Cheerleader/Football Archie Imagine #1

Summary:  Y/n is a cheerleader on the River Vixens and has a date with her quarterback boyfriend, Archie. The only problem is Cheryl won’t end practice.

Word Count: 1603

request:  Hi~ can you please do a cute archie x cheerleader reader? 🖤

a/n: I know actually nothing about cheer (even though I have so much respect for the sport) so I did a tiny bit of research for this. Sorry if I got any cheer lingo wrong or messed something up. Let me know and I’d be happy to adjust it! // Also I wasn’t sure if the request wanted a Friday night football game kind of story so I kind of just did what I thought would be cool, but now I definitely want to write more cheerleader/football!archie stuff so be on the lookout. (Requests are open!)


“Don’t mess, don’t mess,

don’t mess with the best ‘cause the best don’t mess!

Don’t fool, don’t fool,

don’t fool with the cool ‘cause the cool don’t fool!

From the east to the west

the Bulldogs are the best!

B-E-A-T beat ‘em! B-U-S-T bust ‘em!

Beat ‘em, bust ‘em, that’s our custom! Come on Bulldogs readjust ‘em!

Gooo Bulldogs!”

You along with the rest of the River Vixens were breathing heavily after running another cheer, it could practically be called panting. You were the flyer, with three equally exhausted bases under you including Betty and Veronica, finished in a liberty position with your hands in a high v. You’d been practicing for close to four hours – with no water break. Cheryl was always aggressive but this was a new high even for her.

“That was great ladies,” Cheryl yelled standing up from her spot on the bleachers. You looked down to Veronica and Betty and smiled in relief; it’d been a long day of getting yelled at by Cheryl and this seemed like progress. “Except that it wasn’t. It was actually terrible,” she walked down the bleachers toward the squad, putting an extra emphasis on ‘actually’. “My grandmother could cheer that better than you sacks-of-potatoes-with-skirts-and-ponytails that call yourselves ‘cheerleaders’. And she’s been dead since Obama’s first term.” Your face fell. You should have known. This was Cheryl Blossom we’re talking about.

The bases helped you down and you all gave each other long, knowing stares with heavy eyes. “I swear to god, I’m gonna go New York on her,” Veronica threatened. All the Vixens were thoroughly done with Cheryl for the day. Unfortunately, though, it didn’t seem that she was done with you.

She pulled out her megaphone for added drama. It’s not like she needed it. Even if her voice wasn’t extremely loud and high pitched enough to make dogs bark from a mile away, she was only standing like fifteen feet in front of you. “Why don’t we run ‘Be Aggressive’. Is that simple enough for you guys? Can your tiny little pigeon-brains handle that? And if it’s as bad as the rest of practice has been, it better be because all of you are puking your brains out or morbidly injured!”

Everyone was parched and needed a break. You decided it was worth a try. “Cheryl?” All eyes turned to you with shock and desperation. She cocked her head, egging you on and crossed her arms, waiting for you to continue.

Normally you would just deal with Cheryl and imagine something really embarrassing happening to her to make yourself feel better, but today she had put you in an especially bad mood. You we’re supposed to be going out with your boyfriend, Archie, soon but it didn’t look like she had any intention of ending practice in the near future. He was the school’s quarterback so he would be finishing up football practice any minute and you guys were supposed to be finished with rehearsal half an hour ago.

“Uh, I was wondering if maybe we could get some water?” You asked with an especially pathetic expression and your best puppy dog eyes without being obvious. She gave you a blank expression and stared at you for an uncomfortably long amount of time. Like 15 Mississippi seconds.

“You know what?” she probed, still using the unnecessary megaphone, “Yes, you girls can get water. But only because if I have to listen to you imbeciles butcher another simple cheer, I’m going to Van Gogh both my ears off, and I mean that. Be back in two minutes.”

A couple of girls ran up to you graciously but most just ran to their water to make the most of the time that was given. Two minutes in Cheryl-time was pretty different from two minutes in real-time. Just then, the football team parted ways signaling the end of practice. Some guys went to their cars but a lot stayed behind to watch the cheerleaders practice. It was kind of creepy but football normally got out after cheer so it wasn’t usually a problem.

Archie, jogged over to you with his gear still on and his helmet in his hand. He smiled at you with crinkly eyes and ran his fingers through his disheveled copper hair. “How’s my favorite River Vixen?”

You forwent an actual greeting and instead just yelled “WATER,” at him, grabbing the green bottle in his bag with the Gatorade logo on it and gulped it. It came out a little more desperate and forceful than intended but you figured he got the general ‘welcome’ message. When you finally came up for air he looked at you in awe and gave a chuckle, “Well hello to you too.”

“Sorry, it’s just Cheryl’s been crazy all practice. This is literally the first water break we’ve gotten.”

“Cheryl? Crazy? How new and different for her.” He leaned in to kiss you but you dipped out of the way.

“I promise you don’t want to kiss me Arch, I’m really sweaty.” You handed him the bottle back.

“Yeah, but I’m really sweaty too so it cancels out,” he leaned in and kissed you softly.

You smiled up at him, “Ah yes, simple algebra. How could I forget?”

The nice moment you were sharing was interrupted by the sound of nails on a chalkboard, also known as Cheryl Blossom’s voice through a megaphone, “ONE MINUTE”.

Your head whipped around back to your boyfriend. You HAD to get out of this practice, and you had an idea of how. “Archie.”


“I need you to stomp on my foot right now.”

He shook his head in confusion, “What? Why? You’re kidding, right?”

“Archie please. I don’t have time for questions. Cheryl is gonna kill me, at least if I don’t get to her first. Now just please stomp on my foot. With the cleat, she’ll check for damage.”

“You’re not kidding. Y/n! no! I’m not just going to crush your foot. Are you crazy?”

“Come on!” you pleaded with him. You looked over at Cheryl. You could tell even from this far away that she was getting increasingly impatient which meant that you were running out of time. “You don’t even have to stomp that hard! Just like, leave a mark or something, I’ll act out the rest!”

“Y/n, I’m not going to stomp on your foot.”

“Archie,” you widened your eyes at him and talked slowly and deliberately. “I swear to the lord above if you do not stomp on my foot, with cleat, right now, then I will not talk to you for a solid week. I swear.”

He opened his mouth to say something, contemplating what to do. He really didn’t want to hurt your foot but he knew that, strangely, you would be really mad at him if he didn’t.

Cheryl’s voice rang from the megaphone, “LET’S TAKE IT FROM THE TOP VIXENS!”

Archie went against his better judgment, lifting his foot about two feet off the ground and slammed it down onto your soft sneaker.

“SHIT!” You buckled over and grabbed your foot in pain, balancing yourself by holding onto Archie with your other hand.

“I’m so sorry. Are you okay? I really didn’t want to –”

“It’s fine, Arch. That was perfect. But I will need you to carry me over to Cheryl. She’ll want to see this.”

He put the rest of his equipment in his bag and lifted you up bridal style and headed towards the cheer squad. “Cheryl’s going to kill me right?” “Probably.”

She had her back turned to you as she was yelling at a freshman about how her hair looked unprofessional. “Cheryl?” You called out to her. She whipped around and her jaw dropped.

“What did you do to my flyer Andrews?!”

He cautiously answered her, “I’m really sorry, I just accidentally stepped on her foot with my cleat…”

“Which foot?!” Her eyes were wide with rage. You lifted your leg to indicate. She walked swiftly over to you and roughly pulled off your sneaker, making you wince a bit in pain. Sure enough, Archie’s cleats had left their mark. Your foot was red and it was obvious you couldn’t do anymore flying today. She threw the shoe into your hand that wasn’t wrapped around Archie’s neck. “Next time keep your big clown feet to yourself Boo Boo the fool.” She turned and walked towards her place in the bleachers. “Get out of my sight Y/n and put some ice on the foot. It better be healed by next practice,” she warned over her shoulder.

You looked at Archie, “I think… we’re free to go.” You looked back at the squad and saw Betty and Veronica getting into formation to run something. Betty reached her arm out dramatically towards the two of you and you could see Veronica mouth the words ‘Take us with you’. You reached back mirroring Betty’s motion as Archie turned away and walked towards his car.

“At least now we can make our dinner reservation. I got us a table at this great place called Pop’s. You probably haven’t heard of it, it’s pretty underground.” Archie quipped.

“Oh yeah? Sounds cute. I really will need some ice when we get there though. You know you actually stepped on me pretty bad,” you said to him, knowing how it would make him react.

“Are you kidding me? You forced me to do it! You threatened me!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding relax. I will need some ice though.”

“What are you? Some kind of masochist?”

“Mr. Grey will see you now.”

home : hs

Request: Yes (this one)

Pairing: Harry Styles x Y/N

Word count: 1,442

Warnings: Cursing (one or two!)

What are you about to read: Y/N getting inked by Harry

Requests open!

Originally posted by tmlnsn

Harry wasn’t a sap. Oh god, he wasn’t. but when it comes to Y/N, he couldn’t help but feel a tad whipped.

It was when he saw his friend Jeff getting a tattoo of his girlfriend’s hometown coordinates on his arm. As much as it seemed creepy and strange, he couldn’t help but letting the idea of having something from Y/N tattooed forever on his body creep into his mind.  

It was after a week when they managed to take some time to themselves and chill at Y/N’s small but cozy apartment in downtown London. They were sat on Y/N’s tiny bed (it was a double sized bed but Harry’s feet were always left outside) and she had her arms around him. He could feel her warm breath on his neck.

“I don’t want them to see my boobs, ‘s all.” He could almost sense her eyebrows furrowing behind him while she continued stroking his biceps.

“Love, they don’t care ‘bout yeh boobs, they only care ‘bout the money they’ll be receiving” Harry shook his head and a few strands fell on his forehead, making Y/N lean over and kiss his forehead from where she was seated behind him.

Harry was slowly regretting the whole tattoo idea. He knew Y/N liked his tattoos and sure, she had a couple of small ones here and there but he wanted to go and get one together. And not because he wanted to get matching ones, Harry wasn’t into that whole idea of getting hearts and flowers with your lover.

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Road Trip


A/N: Ahhhhh, this is a marvellous idea and lmaoooo I’m actually writing this on the plane ride home. I was only delayed for two hours sitting on the tarmac and then a nine hour flight home!!! Let’s just say, it’s been a long day. And tbh I literally would never write this on a plane (usually) but I got lucky and there’s nobody sitting on either side of me or behind me WOW so here I am, somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean (actually I’m probably over France rn) writing about you guys and fucking Peter Parker.

I also decided to try and do this a different way, its one of those Headcanon posts instead

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: nada


  • The lovely Peter Parker and yourself had been best friends for quite sometime and boy were you both pining over each other. Extremely pining.
  • It was a lot of almost but not completely’s. Which annoyed the hell out of you. But I mean, Peter also annoyed the hell out of you.
  • You loved the boy, but he was needy. (Lol you love it).
  • You had just finished your third year of high school when you and Peter decided that you needed to go on a road trip.
  • Meaning that Peter begged you to take a road trip with him. By then, he had passed his driver’s test and was ready to go on the road.
  • In the middle of July, you and Peter climbed into May’s car and began making your way to Niagara Falls.
  • It was seven in the morning and Peter had pulled up in front of your building in May’s car.
  • Peter jumped out and grabbed your bag and threw it into the trunk, rushing back around to open the car door for you. “Good morning, Y/N,” 
  • “Well it looks like someone is in a good mood,” 
  • “Of course I’m in a good mood, i’m excited! Aren’t you excited? We’re finally going on the road trip!” 
  • “Yes, Peter, I’m very excited,” you laughed. 
  • “Ive never been Niagara Falls, what do you think it’s like? And how long until we get there? You know I’m not good on long drives,” 
  • “Oh my god, Peter. Okay, Niagara Falls is very nice, you’ll love it. It’s about six and a half hours but because we’ll get caught in rush hour it’ll probably be closer to eight,” you answered.
  • “Then let’s go,” Peter smiled, putting the car into drive, heading towards the highway.
  • You were not at all surprised how simultaneously prepared and unprepared Peter was for this trip.
  • The boy had multiple road trip playlists and a few sugary treats but that was it. You of course were the one who thought to bring water, healthier snacks, tissues, etc.
  • Ten minutes into the trip he started diving into his snacks
  • “PeTeR ItS sEvEn In ThE mOrNiNg you don’t need a fruit roll up!” 
  • “But Y/N, Spiderman needs his nutrients,” 
  • “A fRuIt RoLl Up Is NoT nUtRiCiOuS,”
  • Peter just looked you right in the eye and took another bite of the fruit roll up causing you to lose your fucking marbles
  • THis boy was going to drive you insane for the next eight hours you just knew it
  • “Peter why don’t you just put on one of the CD’s you made instead of just singing?” 
  • “Are you trying to tell me you don’t like my singing?” 
  • “Peter Parker but put your CD on and sing along to that,”
  • “Will you sing with me?” 
  • “I don’t know? Is ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ on this playlist of yours?” 
  • “OH NO!”
  • “Peter did you actually forget the ultimate road trip song?” 
  • “Yes. But I can sing it for you,”
  • You acted annoyed with Peter but less than a minute later you were both singing at the top of your lungs
  • You pretended to be annoyed with Peter but you really loved him and you were actually having the time of your life
  • Eventually Peter turned on that playlist of his 
  • Turns out Don’t Stop Believing was on it
  • “Oh my god PEter you idiot,” 
  • “I FoRgOt,”
  • You and Peter were both idiots who were helplessly in love with each other but didn’t know
  • You would spend so much time just staring at the boy while he tried to focus on driving
  • Plot twist he knew you were looking at him
  • You thought it was the cutest  
  • You were still singing along loudly to the music.
  • You would record it and send snaps to Ned saying you missed him  
  • Ned would always respond with “Bullshit you two need this time to figure everything out,”  
  • You tried to ask PEter what Ned meant but before Peter could answer he got distracted by a sign that said ‘Niagara Falls 350 miles’
  • “Peter, that’s still like five hours” 
  • “Whatever you say, hon”
  • You wanting to pull over on the side of the highway to take pictures of all the scenery
  • “Y/N, we’re never going to make it in time if we don’t keep driving,” 
  • “In time for what?” 
  • “But Peter I want to take a picture of you next to that tree,” 
  • “Y/N,” 
  • “Peter Parker If you don’t go stand next to that tree so I can take your picture, no more fruit roll ups,” 
  • “But how will I survive and not starve?” 
  • “I have apples,” 
  • Peter still didn’t move
  • “Peter Benjamin Parker,” 
  • “Fine!” 
  • “Thank you! I love you!” 
  • “Yeah yeah, love you too,” he would mumble,
  • The picture of Peter turned out with him standing next to the tree with his arms crossed and huge pout on his face
  • “Peter can you please smile for me?” 
  • “Why would I smile after you threatened to take away my fruit roll ups?” 
  • “Because I want to remember this trip! Please, can you just smile for me?”
  • You know how Peter’s puppy dog eyes are irresistible? Anything you do is irresistible to him.
  • And boy you knew it too
  • So you frown and Peter loosens his shoulders and lets his arms fall
  • You got another picture of Peter with a big smile on his face, pointing at the tree.
  • “Can we get going now WE HAVE A SCHEDULE” 
  • “Why is this the first I’m hearing about this schedule?” 
  • “BEcuase it’s a surprise now get in the car,”
  • You both climb back In the car and set off again
  • “Peter that still three and a half hours,” 
  • At one point you pull off the highway into a small town to get gas
  • The windows were rolled down and you began sneezing like crazy
  • “Thank you,” 
  • “What?” You asked Peter in between sneezes 
  • You were hunched over in the passenger seat, laughing your ass off in between your wild sneezes
  • “Can you please roll up the window Peter clearly I’m allergic to something” 
  • When you stopped for gas you wanted to get out and take pictures but you knew you would just sneeze and not get any good pictures so you stayed in the car and took pictures of Peter pumping the gas without him noticing
  • This boy is so fucking gorgeous and the pictures turned out rather amazing despite how dirty the windows were
  • When Peter got back in the car you were just staring at him
  • “What?” Peter eventually asked, confused by your staring
  • “Nothing. You’re just pretty is all,”
  • But of course this loser gained some confidence after he received your compliment
  • “Well if we’re talking about who’s pretty, then there’s no contest, hands down you’re the most beautiful,” 
  • “Peterr!” 
  • “I only speak the truth,” 
  • “Well you’re sweet spider-boy but it could just be from all the fruit roll up’s you’ve been eating,”
  • “Also,”
  • “Also?” 
  • “You should pump gas more often,” 
  • “Why….” 
  • “Cause you kinda looked really hot,” 
  • “I mean it is July the temperature are rather warm,” 
  • “Peter Parker you know that’s not what I meant,” 
  • “I know, I just like teasing you,” 
  • Not nice,” 
  • “I mean, I guess my so called hotness while pumping gas would explain why that hot blond was staring at me the entire time,” 
  • “wHOOO?”
  • Peter just laughed and didn’t answer you
  • This fuking boy
  • When you finally made it to Niagara Falls Peter was flipping excited.
  • You checked into your motel and then decided to go exploring
  • “So when do I get to find out what this surprise is?” 
  • “SOON” 
  • “Should I be worried?” 
  • “Shhhh Y/N, it’s a surprise I’m not going to throw you over the falls or anything,”
  • YOU were extremely suspicious as to what the surprise was
  • YOu and Peter went to the falls and you spent so long just taking pictures of Peter’s face when he first saw them
  • He was in absolute awe
  • You were so fucking in love with this boy
  • You kindly asked another Person to take a few pictures of you and Peter in front of the falls
  • They smiled and said you two made a cute couple and they snapped a few photos and gave you back your camera
  • “About that…” 
  • “About what?” 
  • “I also think we make a cute couple,” 
  • You were so confused
  • Did Peter just tell you to stop revealing your feeling cause IT WOUDL ‘RUIN HIS SURPRISE’
  • What was this boy up to  
  • After you spent some more time at the falls Peter dragged you down to the bottom of the falls 
  • “Peter what are we doing here?” 
  • “You did not,” 
  • “I did,” you smiled and gave Peter a hug.
  • You had been to Niagara Falls before but you had never gotten the chance to do a boat tour and Peter knew it was always something you wanted to do since you saw the episode of The Office where Jim and Pam got married on one of the boats
  • You were both given ponchos and you climbed on to the boat
  • You were kinda sad you couldn’t take your camera out cause you didn’t want to get it wet.
  • “So this was only half of the surprise,” Peter said 
  • “What? There’s more?”
  • Peter turned to you and just
  • “I’m in love with you,”
  • “Are you serious Peter cause If you’re just fucking with me thats not very nice and you know I love you so I really hope you’re not messing with me cau-
  • Peter cut you off with a kiss
  • Usually you’d be mad if someone did that but Peter Parker was kissing you on fucking Maid of the Mist of all places and it didn’t seem to matter in that moment
  • “I love you too, you nerd,”
  • Peter had this big goofy grin on his face and you just smiled and went to kiss him again.
  • It was a long ass eight hour drive to Niagara Falls but it was totally worth it.
heavy distractions (g.d.)

~This idea has been sitting in my drafts for so long, I had to dust it off and bring it to the light, lol.

***Warnings: swearing, suggestive language (? idk)


“I’m going to hear this damn outro in my nightmares tonight.”

Tearing yourself away from the imaginary world your favorite book had engulfed you in, you mumbled a knowing and sarcastic, ‘mhmm’ as you glanced up. Grayson was sitting in front of his iMac with his head tilted back and hands rubbing his face in exhaustion as he obnoxiously yelled, ‘BUM-BUM, BUM-BUM’ to the tune of the classic outro music playing back through the speakers. To be honest, watching the boys edit as much as you have, on top of actually watching their videos once they were posted, you were beginning to be haunted by the music yourself. 

“Someone needs a break,” you muttered in a sing song voice, flipping another page of the book you were using to occupy yourself while your boyfriend continued to edit.

According to Grayson, this particular video needed extra attention and, like the perfectionist he was, he constantly paused to give that attention to the smallest of details. Any other video of the same length would take less than half the time to put together, but both Grayson and Ethan wanted this one to be special and as close to perfect as they could get. His eyes had been focused on the massive desktop screen for hours, only looking away to take one bathroom break, throw a comment your way, or to get your opinion on the sequence he was piecing together. Your responses of, ‘holy shit Gray’ or ‘that was so beautiful’ were always followed by grunts of indecisiveness or sighs of thoughts filled with ways to change what he had just shown you.

The creaking of the desk chair broke your steady reading pace, only to find Grayson dragging his feet towards the couch you were laying on perpendicular to the editing station. He carefully lifted your stretched out legs, draping them across his lap after plopping down on the cushion next to you. He rested his head on the back of the couch with a sigh and closed his eyes while keeping a loving, firm grip on the knee and shin of your leg closest to his chest.

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They’re kind of assholes - Superboy x Reader (Batsis)

This is kind of a part two of “You’re kind of an asshole”, the aftermath of it all. Like now, Conner and the reader (Batman’s daughter) professed their love for each other, and it’s not to everyone’s taste. Not to name anyone but…Bruce and Clark are not ok with this. Anyway, hope you’ll like it : 


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Batman was not happy. Not happy at all.

Superman either actually. 

They were both sitting at a table in the Watchtower’s common room, sulking and brooding (when Diana asked what was happening to Clark, as she was used to Broody Bruce, he just groaned in return and she kinda just understood that this was about you and the boy). With a scoff and a sip of his coffee, your father says : 

-This isn’t going to work.

-I know, it’s too weird. 

-I caught him in her room a few nights ago, God only know what would have happened if I didn’t came in when I did. 

-Oh please, no details. We’re talking about your daughter, whom I consider my dear niece, and my…clone. It’s just too weird ! 

-Yeah well you would be even more weirded out if you had caught them making out on her desk ! 

-Bruce, stop. Seriously. This is making me uncomfortable. 

-And you think I’m comfortable with this ? Because if you do you’re wrong. I hate it. It’s my little girl we’re talking about ! 

Diana, who was coming back from the coffee machine with a warm cup, cannot help herself and has to say : 

-You are aware that you’re daughter is an adult right ? And that when Dick started to date Barbara you didn’t say anything, even though she’s older than him. Or when Jason or Tim st…

-I know she’s an adult ! That’s the problem ! She’s growing up too fast ! And it’s not the same than with the boys…

Diana loses her amused grin, and with a very serious expression, stare at the Bat and says :

-Oh ? And how is it different ? Because she’s a girl you have to protect her more ? Or she can’t go out because of her sex ? By Hades Bruce I thought you were more open minded than that ! 

Your father just looks away and grumbles an answer no one understands. 

He knows it’s ridiculous. He knows he shouldn’t be worried, as he knows that Conner is a good man. He knows you’re an adult and are capable of taking your own decisions but…you’re also his little girl. And he doesn’t actually have a good excuse as to why he wants to protect you more dating wise than his sons…Even though Dick is the one that always end up falling in love way too fast and having his heart broke ! 

In front of him, Clark doesn’t hold Diana’s gaze either (neither him or Bruce would dare to, and besides, when she was annoyed like that, it was better to just look away and shut up), but he has the same thoughts than his friend. He wants to protect you, and for some reasons, deep down, he just can’t find the strength to trust Conner, even though the boy proved himself worthy multiple times…

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Can I Get A Kiss First? (Jason Todd x Reader)

Request: “Jason Todd with #92?” from anon

Prompt: 92) “Are you drunk?”

Warnings: Mentions of sex but no sex.

A/N: Supernatural always gives me inspiration lmaooo

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You were up all night doing the laundry which you didn’t have time to wash during the day. Jason was out celebrating his birthday with Roy and his brothers, “Guys night out” he called it before he left. You two already celebrated his birthday during the day with shopping, cake, and sex. So, you gave him the liberty to spend time with his family and friends.

You were surprised when you heard the front door open earlier than you expected, “Honey, I’m home!!” Jason called.

You yawned, checking the timer on the washing machine before heading over to greet your boyfriend. You made your way towards the front door but stopped dead in your tracks, facing Jason’s back. He was closing the door repeatedly, “Babe, what are you doing? Just close it.”

“Shhh, the door is speaking, (y/n).” He giggled.

You blinked, did you just hear him correctly? “Are you drunk?”

Jason finally closed the door and turned to you. His eyes were bloodshot red and the smell of alcohol finally met your nose, “No?”

You fold your arms, giving him an are-you-for-real look and started tapping your foot on the floor.

“…Yes.” He grumbled, taking a few steps towards you and leaned down, laying his forehead on your shoulder, “I’ve been a good boy tonight, I promise.” You scrunched up your nose at the smell of his clothes.

“Where did you go tonight?” You asked, pinching your nose.

“A bar,” He mumbled, snuggling his face deeper into the crook of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you in closer, “Mmm, I missed you.”

“You were only gone for an hour and a half,” as much as you found him adorable in this state, you still pushed him back, “You smell disgusting, Jay,” you chuckled, “you need a shower.”

“I don’t wanna.” He pouted, stomping his foot on the floor like a 5 year old.

You took his large hand in yours and dragged him to the bathroom, “Oh, yes you do mister, I’m not sleeping with that smell tonight.

“Can I get a kiss first?”


“A peck?”

“No, Jason.”

He stopped walking behind you and pulled you in for another embrace. You felt flustered for a second but looked up at him anyway, “What is it now?” you sighed.

Jason smirked, “Could you at least join me?” He asked, wriggling his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes and grinned, “I was already going to join you, you idiot. But no sex.”

Again with his pouting, “Why not?” 

You placed a hand on your hip, “I’m not having sex while you’re drunk, Jay.”

He glared at the floor and grumbled, “Fine.”

The Intruder

Originally posted by rapnamu


Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Word Count:  3,359

Genre & Warnings: Fluff & Smut, but not like, super crazy smut. Good ‘ole Missionary. But it’s sweet. 

Notes: SURPRISE! I needed something fluffy in my life. I wrote this fairly quickly, so I’ll go back and edit later. 

“It’s only going to be for the weekend, Namjoon. You’re making a huge fuss out of nothing.” 

Namjoon leaned against the counter with his head cradled in his hands, pouting as he watched you pack your small bag. He’d been like this all day, listing at least a hundred reasons why he thought you shouldn’t go. 

“Baby, I only have a couple more weeks before we have to leave again. Pleaseeeee….” You just stare at him, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“You’re such a whiny baby. Why your fans think you’re so “Daddy” is beyond me. I promised Mom I’d go home for the weekend. I promised her a month ago and she’s been calling to remind me twice a week. I have to go. I’ll be back Monday afternoon and I’ll be all yours for two whole weeks before you have to leave again. You’ll be so sick of me that you’ll ask to leave earlier. I promise.” You peck him on the cheek as you pass by, and set your bag by the door. 

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Imperial Problem Child: tv shows

So I’ve got this idea that Luke didn’t watch much “tv” growing up. The Lars family probably either couldn’t afford it or had horrible reception because they live way out in nowheresville.

Then two weeks into joining the Rebellion someone has an old kids’ show full of weird puppets playing on one of the hangar monitors and he’s like “What is this horrible magnificence?”

A tech is like “Oh heck, sorry guys I thought you weren’t going to be using this hangar for another hour or two. We’re breaking in a new facial recognition program on some Artoo units we’re going to use for spying. I figured Meiloorun Street would be decent practice for the droids since celebrities cameo on it all the time.”

And Luke is like “Meiloorun what?!”

“Wait, you didn’t watch Meiloorun Street growing up? It’s how like half of us learn Basic before school!”

And Luke is just standing there half confused and half intrigued.
Luckily he’s not the only “sheltered” pilot and soon there’s like ten of them sitting with the droids watching this old educational program. It is not completely uncommon after this to catch someone humming one of the tunes under their breath while working.

The Rebels introduce Luke to more and more stuff and he discovers that he likes action films but not romance or political dramas, and he and Wedge are apparently the only guys in the squadron who like the really old and really bad monster movies from like Dooku’s day.

When he’s on the Executor he discovers that most of the stuff the troopers watch is either blatant propaganda or soap operas with a decidedly macabre twist to them. Think X-Files + Dark Shadows + Insert Generic Soap Opera Here. It’s an acquired taste and Luke has not acquired that taste.

Luke sticks to his monster movies from Malastare that Wedge smuggles in.

Until one day Vader catches him watching one and just starts criticizing the whole thing.
“That is not what a Zillo Beast looks like. It has three arms! Three!”
“Oh it can do much more damage than that. The childish incompetence of their special effects makes a mockery of the animal.”
“This is ridiculous. No lightsaber can pierce a Zillo Beast’s armor.”

A frustrated Luke, not really thinking about the absurdity of his next words, says, “Well then you pick something if you don’t want to watch this!”
Of course then he’s like “wait what? Darth Vader doesn’t watch movies I’m an idiot I hope he didn’t notice that”.

Darth Vader leaves and Luke thinks that’s the end of it. Then he comes back four minutes later, hands him a tape, and grumbles “If you insist on watching useless programs, at least watch something well-made.”

And that’s how Luke is introduced to the old Mynock-Man cartoons.
Vader pretends he just grabbed it at random from some officer’s quarters.
He doesn’t want Luke to know he used to watch it with the other padawans when they thought the grown up Jedi didn’t know.

Luke is completely confused (“Wait whose this "Laughing Man” guy? What’s with the clown smile?“) and Vader explains like an entire season’s plot arc in three minutes.
It’s one of their biggest secrets ever after: on rare occasions, Vader will watch cartoons with Luke. After Palpatine is defeated, he doesn’t hide it quite as much.

(Leia, as it turns out, isn’t much of a Mynock-Man fan, having grown up with Alderaanian hero characters like Convora – who was basically a superhero expy of Senator Amidala, really, but she didn’t know that – but she will borrow Admiral Piett’s old Holm Doyle detective movies. Even if the actor was a member of the Tarkin family.)

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Hanahaki Disease (with some tweaking of the rules, shh)

Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.


He would’ve answered his co-counselor, but his mouth was … occupied.

“Christ, David, why didn’t you tell me?” Gwen’s hands landed on his shoulders, trying to pull him back, but he wrapped his arms around the bathroom wastebasket he was hunched over and shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut against another attack of coughing.

Hanahaki Disease was poetic, in theory. The curse of the lovestruck. In movies and art it was almost elegant, brilliant red rose petals falling like rain with each cough. A good Hanahaki scene was enough to get David sobbing like a baby because it was tragic, so very sad, but so so beautiful. 

Of course, art didn’t usually take into account the fact that lungs were wet, and so were throats and mouths and rose petals that clumped together in leaden dense globs that sat heavy in his chest and stuck along the sides of his throat and mouth. By the time it looked like the movies, a beautiful torrent of red that fell like a dry waterfall with each breath, dry because there were so many that the ones that made it out were protected from the dampness by layers upon layers of other petals, it was often too late.

So really, David should feel quite lucky that this disease was so disgusting, this hacking and retching, a tickle in the throat and spasm in his lungs and waves of pain that scraped his throat raw and left him feeling lightheaded and nauseous. Because if it had progressed to the stage of being beautiful, he might already be suffocating.

He believed in looking on the bright side.

Once the coughing fit subsided he rested his head on the rim of the wire garbage can, looking down at the damp scarlet that half-filled it. “I’m … I’m okay,” he said, wincing as the words felt like fingernails along his damaged windpipe. “I just need a minute.”

Her grip on his shoulders had loosened, but never let go. “How long?”

“Three days ago.” While the campers had found out pretty quickly about the end of his relationship with Bonquisha, he’d done his best to keep it a secret from Gwen. She didn’t need something else to worry about, after all, and he’d been certain that everything would be fine.

When that evening he’d cleared his throat and a limp rose petal had fallen into his palm, he’d been a little less certain. And by the time he couldn’t hide it anymore that certainty had shrunk to a faint, quavering hope.

“Jesus.” She squeezed his shoulder gently, and for a second he thought she was going to comfort him. “Why the fuck haven’t you gone to the doctor yet?”

David shrugged. The truth was, he didn’t want to have to admit what’d happened. His plan was more or less to pretend he’d never dated BonBon and ride this whole thing out.

He coughed again, a bone-jarring wheeze that left him shaking and breathless. 

Gwen sighed. “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” A few seconds later she knelt down by his side again, taking his hand in hers and tapping an orange pill bottle against his palm. “If you won’t get a prescription, just take mine. It should last you a couple days at least.”

He turned the bottle over, reading the label with blurry eyes. “Suppressors?” he asked, glancing up at her. “Why do you have these?”

“Got dumped right before the summer. Didn’t last long, so I never brought it up.”

“Well, gosh, thank you. But I don’t know if I should —”

“Either take them or I’m just gonna throw ’em out, David.”

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Requested by: Anonymous
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: Fluff, angst, PMS, period talk, swearing


A sharp pain wakes you from a peaceful sleep, and before you even open your eyes you know what it is. Your period was a week early. ‘Fucking great,’ you think. Another stab of pain comes from your uterus and it makes you groan. This month seemed to be worse than usual, your mother did always say that extensive exercise made cramps worse. And with the Avengers increasing your work out load, in order to get ready for starting missions, your body was proving your mothers words right.

You quickly jump out of bed, knowing that once you stood it was a race between you, time and gravity. And you really didn’t want to ruin your favourite PJ pants.

Luckily, you won this time. Breathing a sigh of relief, you suddenly clutch at your abdomen; another cramp. You could already tell that this week was gonna suck, you were going to be moody, constantly hungry and probably in a lot of pain for the next few days.

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Heated Jealousy || Taehyung

Request - 1.  Anonymous said: Hii again!!! I want you to make a smut with Taehyung and with a bit sadness at the beginning but at the end, I’d like to end up with a rough smut and fluffy ending!!! Thnx 😘😘    

                 2.  Anonymous said: 안녕하세요~!! Can you make a scenario with Taehyung being his girlfriend jealous, but at the end they are both turned on and have rough sex?                    

Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre - Angst (Jealousy), Smut

Summary - Getting jealous is one of the traits that turn Taehyung on regardless of what you say or do.Consider it his kink. *wink wink*

Warning - Oral, daddy kink, dom-sub

Spending a weekend at home was probably the last thing you’d wanted to do.

Sighing, you plopped onto the sofa and lazily picked on the cushions, too bored out of your mind to even bother noticing your phone vibrating on the table in front of you.

Only when it began ringing the second time, did you push yourself up with a groan and picked the phone up, pressing the speaker on, Taehyung’s voice immediately greeting you.

Perhaps he was bored too.

‘Hey, Y/N, I called to say I won’t be making it home in another three-to-four hours, okay?’ His lazy voice indicated the hours of lecture he’d been going through since morning was nothing pleasant either. Who had lectures during the weekend anyway?

You sighed through your nose, ‘Why?’

'Tutoring’ He said, his voice clipped. You stiffened instantly. Tutoring was fine - but if the person-

'With?’ Taehyung knew the tone too well. He was inwardly squirming already at the possible wrath he would face later at home. But strangely, he still smiled.

'Look, Y/N, it’s just for this month. We have our mid-terms coming up and I can’t fail it. You know how important that scholarship is for me.’ He was right - you did know how important the lectures were for him. Still, that didn’t answer your question. But it didn’t have to. The tired and exhausted breath that clung to his voice as he explained it as sweetly as he could, answered enough.

'Is she the only person who can tutor you?’ You asked, trying to sound as bored as possible. If you were really bored, then keeping the tightness in your voice from him wouldn’t be so hard, right?


'Yes, baby. She is.’ The faint ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece seemed to amplify as though Taehyung’s own life was timed - or perhaps your anger.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you tried not to yell as you loosed a shaky breath and spoke, 'Okay, cool. See you in the evening.’ And the call cut as swiftly as a knife would.

Your head was pounding. That girl - that tutor - his classmate - she made you want to shatter things. You didn’t know if he was just too blind, or naïve, or incredulous, or all three - but you had seen the hunger in her eyes as she had watched him, the last time you’d crossed paths. If she as much as breathed wrong in his direction-
You didn’t want to complete the thought.

You trusted Taehyung. Enough to know he would push her away if she was to get too touchy. Enough to know he would come home to you and make it up to you. Yet somewhere, a tendril of guilt pulled at your heart. For all that he was working hard, if this was how you were going to pay him back with…

You shook your head. You had every right to be…jealous. There, you said it. Although you hadn’t wanted to admit it to him, he knew you way too well to not see through that fake wall of 'oh-she’s-really-nice’ attitude.

Now, all you had left to do was wait for your boyfriend to come home. And maybe not throw things or pull your hair out as you did so.

The hours went by like years. Every minute you’d heard even the slightest rustling of leaves or the tapping of a tree branch against the window - your head would snap to the door.

Three-to-four hours. That’s what he’d said. And only two had passed. Your hand itched to type - to let him know you were anything but patiently awaiting his arrival - to let him know you were really missing him. It was genuine, though. You had that much courtesy. A weekend with hours to spend - why spend it alone when you had a boyfriend to spend it with. Except yours was not at home. Or with you.

You sprawled on the sofa, and like that, another hour passed.

With every other half an hour, your position on the furniture shifted - your legs would be on the arms of the couch, hanging by its side, or your head would be dipped by the front, your legs resting on top of the couch. Even with blood rushing to your head you couldn’t calm yourself down.

Then you heard the fumbling of keys. And the turning of the lock. And then shuffling of feet as the person finally got in and closed the door. By then, you had straightened up, your butt resting where it was supposed to, before it was off the furniture.

'I’m home- Y/N?’ He sounded surprised as you rushed past him, your feet thundering on the floor as you made your way to your shared room. Perhaps he could sleep on the sofa tonight. It served him enough to come home an hour late.

'Y/N,’ you heard him before he’d made his way to the room you were in, your back facing him as you stood in front of the window - the sun setting behind the buildings as the time ticked into evening.

Again, the same exhausted voice sounded as he repeated your name, but this time in close proximity. He was tired - you knew it. But you just couldn’t stand it. His hands came to rest on both your shoulders, and you could feel the the ring - the one you’d gifted him - digging into your shoulder as he pressed his fingers around both your shoulders. They were small enough to disappear into his large hands. And you liked that.

He turned you around slowly, and you braced yourself as you heard a gasp leave his lips. A gasp so quiet but sharp, before he whispered, 'Baby…’

Your glistened eyes watched his exposed chest, the first two buttons kept unbuttoned as he had rushed today morning.

'Why are you crying?’ His soft, baritone voice rang in your ears and you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. This was stupid - you couldn’t believe you were crying over this.

'I can’t take it, Taehyung.’ You confessed. And you didn’t have to explain what you were talking about. He knew exactly just what - who - you were referring to.

And in a voice he’d never used with you before, he said, 'We’ve talked about this, Y/N.’

It was disappointment. And the edge of his temper. You were really yanking at it. Even with that tone, you didn’t stop. And you just really wanted to slap yourself for it. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did before you.

'I don’t care, Taehyung. It just really, really bothers me how you don’t notice how she looks at you,’ You spoke calmly, even your temper tipping off the edge.

He let your shoulders go, his hands going deep into his pockets as his eyes fixated on you. You knew where this was going - the gesture itself screamed, run.

'And why should I? I have my girlfriend in front of me to know I have nobody else to to look at. To need to look at.’ He countered, and you would’ve swooned if it weren’t for that little devil of jealousy dancing inside you. Your eyes looked at him beneath your eyebrows before you tipped your head to look up at him.

'So even if she made a move on you, you’d just brush it off saying that I’m your girlfriend and you have nobody else to touch-’

'Y/N!’ you flinched as he raised his voice, 'That’s enough! I’ve had enough of your shit about that girl. She’s just as harmless as you are. And if you maybe could look beyond that jealousy, you’d see it.’ His voice lowered considerably, but you hadn’t cowered. You held his stare, and him yours, and then you noticed his eyes. His pupils had dilated a great deal.

You opened your mouth, ready to verbally slap him, to point out that you weren’t as jealous as he was claiming you to be when you felt the ghost of a touch linger around your jaw, before he surely grabbed it, his thumb grazing over the border of your mouth before it moved to caress your cheek.

Your heart thundered in your chest, 'So it’s alright for you to be an over-protective bastard when I simply smile at a guy, while I can’t even breath wrong towards a girl who’s probably touched you?’

A faint flash of amusement flickered across his brown orbs as you spoke. You hadn’t noticed he’d been nudging you towards the wall beside the window until your back was pressed surely against it, the coldness stinging your exposed shoulders, the tank top now seemed to have being nothing but a nuisance as he kept watching you. He ran a seductive tongue over his lips, as he watched your own.

'Yes, princess. That’s correct, but don’t worry, she was nowhere near me,’ He breathed, his hands now falling down your sides slowly as he dragged his fingers delicately along the length of your arms before gripping your wrists roughly enough to contrast with the way he spoke, and pinning them smack above you against the cold wall. He pressed his body against yours, his exposed chest seeming to gleam against the golden-orange light that bled through the window. And as he pressed further, you felt the undeniably large evidence of his arousal against your core, letting you loosen a whimper at the attention.

'Because,’ He continued, and you had long forgotten what he’d been blabbering about, 'Only I get to touch you like this,’ his hand dipped down your arms that were held by his other, and fell against your breasts, his fingers kneading you through the material of your flimsy tank top. He smirked - not wearing a bra was definitely a wise decision.

'Only I get to feel you like this,’ he pressed his groin against yours in emphasis, and moved so subtly you had to close your eyes to feel it. 'And only I get to kiss you like this,’ he finally added, before he pressed his mouth against yours, and began kissing you so wickedly, so feverishly, it was like he was more than just ready to devour you whole - and god be damned, did you like that idea.

He pulled away, and you almost whimpered at the sudden loss of warmth, your hands falling by your sides again. His eyes gleamed in the light, and the lust you saw there - sugar coated with dominance and passion - drove you crazy. Let the tutor be damned.

‘I wonder what that mouth can do, other than whine about me wanting to study, hmm?’ He drawled, and you felt your mouth water. The thought of him filling your mouth-

‘Come here,’ His deep, guttural voice broke through your train of thoughts - more like images - as he brought you back to reality. As though under his command, your legs carried you to him, his hands hanging loosely by his sides while he stood a few feet in front of you, his eyes dragging over your body like a scanner. Once you got in arms length of reach, his arms immediately wrapped around your waist, gathering you in his arms before he claimed your mouth once more. Your own arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in. His tongue brushed over your lip and you were more than just ecstatic to let him in, letting him dominate over you as much as he wanted to.

And then his arousal poked your thigh - and it was like feeling skin wrapped steel as it did so. You ran a palm down his torso, and his stomach before placing a palm on him, before rubbing him through the material, a growl erupting from him and swallowed by you.

You pulled away and before he could say anything, you pushed him hard enough to make the back of his knees collide against the bed and let him fall on the mattress. You walked closer to him, getting down on your knees as close as possible to his clothed member before yanking the zip down and unbuckling his pants, pulling the material down along with his boxers. It was more than just a sight to behold. A moan escaped your lips.

‘Show Daddy how that lovely mouth works wonders, kitten.’ Was all he needed to say before you grabbed him eagerly, giving him a few teasing pumps, before you leaned in and licked a good length from the base and along his shaft up until his tip. The groan that left his mouth was so deep you felt you’d become undone right there.

You wrapped your lips tight around his shaft, taking him in enough to reach the back of your tongue, but not deep enough for his tip to collide with the back of your throat. You were teasing him so subtly - but he knew you too well, enjoyed it too well, to refrain himself from thrusting into your mouth. And when you bobbed your head faster, taking him deeper and deeper with every bob, his hands weaved into your hair and clutched tighter, his hips momentarily bucking into your mouth, ‘That’s it kitten, take all of Daddy,’ He moaned deeply, and you obeyed. And boy were you God gifted to not have a gag reflex. Because his next thrust went so deep, that when it touched the back of your throat, you’d felt him twitch, as though ready to come, but he growled loudly, ‘No.’

He pulled himself out of your mouth, and you felt your saliva mixed with his pre cum dripping down the corner of your mouth, his hungry eyes taking the sight in before he leaned forward, his member touching his shirt covered toned stomach as he placed a sloppy kiss onto your lips, licking away the trickle of fluid, ‘Get on me, baby girl.’ 

You instantly got to your feet, and almost hissed as the burning on your knees finally registered - carpet burns. And the angry red on your knees were  enough for him to see before he looked up at you, and as though a switch clicked in him, he stood up. ‘You know what, I have a much better idea.’

Your heart hammered so loud it echoed in your ears as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing over a sensitive spot beneath your ear, his arms wrapping around you securely and pulling you closer to him. His chest remained glossy, and the buttons too annoying to keep them together. Your hands worked on them but he simply moved them away, before you felt a silky material wrap itself around your wrists. You gasped as the sight of his discarded tie around your wrists came into view.

Picking you up, he placed you on the dresser behind you that you hadn’t noticed he’d been leading you towards. Your tied hands immediately went over his head, resting on his shoulder blades before he pulled you closer to him, your clothed core meeting his bare shaft, your eyes closing in response. By instinct, your head dipped backwards, and you felt his lips latch onto the skin of your neck, where he began suckling and kissing, nipping at certain parts where he knew was the most pleasurable for you. You let out a breathy moan as you felt him nearing your breasts.

‘Do I make you feel good, Y/N?’ His head reappeared, and you brought your head back up, your half lidded eyes meeting his blazed and lust-filled ones, his hands already kneading the skin under your tank top of your back.

‘Hmm?’ You hummed, as you felt one of his hands make its way towards your throbbing heat, anticipating the much needed attention from him. As you waited with closed eyes, his hand moved closer, his fingers expertly maneuvering around your inner thighs before settling flat over your heat.

‘Must I repeat my question, love?’ He whispered, his mouth so close to your ear, his breath tickled your ear lobe. Goosebumps rose on the surface of your skin and you looked at him, ‘You make me feel more than just good, Daddy.’ You breathed.

His eyes crinkled ever so slightly as his lips twitched, ‘Good girl, kitten.’ He began moving his fingers roughly against your clothed heat, it already being wet from all the sexual tension that had been hanging since the moment he had turned you around at the window, and since the moment you had caught sight of his gleaming chest. And now when you watched him, his eyes trained on your parted lips, you noticed the glimmering of the chain he always wore.

Right then, you moaned, ‘I need you, Taehyung.’ You dared use his name, but rather than him stopping, you only heard him growl, ‘Fuck this shit. Come here, Y/N.’ And what happened next was simply a blur of moans, and kisses and a whole lot of fucking.

You felt his fingers tear away the shorts from your hips, dragging your underwear along with it, the tip of his member greeting you almost instantly. Your hands remained behind his head, tied and bounded while he unbuttoned his shirt with one free hand, while he held you with his other. As his shirt came free, his hands pulled you closer to him as possible, his shimmering and toned chest finally meeting your clothed one. And with that one pull, he had you filled. Filled to the brim. You let out a yelp as you felt him stretch you massively, his member getting harder inside you as you bucked your hips against his, indicating it was okay to move. After that, it was as though he had completely forgotten what mercy was.

He thrusted, hard and deep into you, your breasts bouncing behind your tank top that he was (in the heat of the moment) too annoyed to bear - leading to his hand grabbing the front of your top and rip it, it falling apart in two pieces. But you were too into the moment to even care - or hear the material ripping.

He moved faster, his hands working wonders on your hardened nipples while you grabbed what you could of his hair, his lips latching onto your lips in a hungry, heated kiss.

‘I believe this is more than just enough to let you know that you belong to me, no, kitten?’ He growled in a predatory-like voice onto your lips, your eyes struggling to stay open as you felt your release fast-approaching, ‘And you, me, Daddy.’ You breathed in broken whispers, your walls tightening around him, the dresser under you banging against the wall as he pushed harder into you.

He groaned, in what you thought was his response as his thrusts began slacking, his eyes shutting tight as he led the two of you to euphoria. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist as you bucked your hips, feeling his release spill inside you whilst you released around him, your moans chorused as you dipped your head onto his shoulder.

You legs unwrapped in fatigue, your hands doing the same, as you breathed heavily onto his sweaty skin. You felt him pull out of you, his chuckle reverberating inside you as he whispered, ‘Always, Y/N.’ And it took you a second before you recognized that as his response to your claim.

You brought your head back up, anything but exhaustion in his eyes seen as he smugly said, ‘Up for round two, kitten? Or do you have more to whine about?’

And you certainly did whine the next morning as you got up to walk.

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Princess (m)

•  words: 5.1k
•  genre: college au, smut
•  pairing: chanyeol x reader (ft sehun)
•  a/n: ok this is my first ever fic so please bare with me, i’m more of a editor than a writer tbh lmao. it might become a series so if you like it please like and comment~

Originally posted by chanshine

You dreaded at the thought of your project deadline being moved a week earlier. You only had two more weeks to get the project finished and thinking about it just made you anxious.

It was a Thursday morning and you weren’t in the best of moods, the stress was now taking over you, meaning that you had hardly got any sleep last night which made you wake up later than usual forcing you to skip breakfast and rush to your first lecture of the day. On the way, you grabbed a coffee and somehow made it to class. The project room was on the other side of the campus, but the coffee played a huge part in keeping you active. You take a seat at the left side of the room which was by the door.

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angel0sh  asked:

How would RFA + saeran + V react to MC suddenly being really cold to them and while crying secretly for a week before they discover that everyone ( including them ) forgot her birthday ? She doesn't tell them hoping they remember but they never do tell a bartender at their favorite bar tell get happy birthday. I LOVE your writing and I've been stalking you blog instead of sleeping ^^

I changed the original request up juuuust a little bit to make it more interesting and character fitting. I hope that is alright. Also, this one really inspired me for some reason so this shit right here is long. I hope you enjoy it :3



♬ Zen is a very busy man

♬ especially once his filming career starts about a year and a half after you started dating

♬ shortly after your two year anniversary it’s time for your birthday to roll around

♬ you’re very excited for it

♬ last year you’d celebrated it together and while it hadn’t been a grant party, it had been amazing fun nevertheless

♬ Zen had gotten you a pretty necklace with a little Z hanging from it

♬ you cherished it a lot

♬ the sex had also been great

♬ like really great

♬ but moving on

♬ you were wondering what he had planned for this year

♬ you didn’t really expect much, no big gift or party, just a little attention and maybe a small gesture of love

♬ honestly, you would have been happy with roses or chocolates

♬ when nothing came, you felt hurt

♬ you understood that he was busy, but he was such an attentive guy

♬ why did he stop?

♬ what really ticked you off though was when he came home from shooting the next day

♬ he still hadn’t mentioned nor remembered your birthday

♬ but he told you that Echo Girl had apologized and invited him for drinks

♬ no intention but making up what she did to you

♬ you were fuming about it, but bit the anger down

♬ maybe he had a surprise planned? Maybe this was a trick to get you to your favourite bar?

♬ it wasn’t

♬ he actually went to get drinks with Echo Girl and you weren’t even invited

♬ after that you just kind of give him the cold shoulder

♬ it’s not like you want to be mean to him and hurt his feelings, but you can’t help yourself

♬ he really hurt yours

♬ being busy with filming it takes him a while to catch on, even with you spending basically 24/7 in the same general area (meaning the set and at home)

♬ about a week after your birthday he actually suggests going to your favourite bar

♬ despite still being a little man, you accept

♬ when you get there you’re greeted with a warm smile

♬ your usual bartender – Beak Seung Jo – is there again

♬ he even goes as far as to walk around the counter and pull you into a warm hug

♬ Zen is confused as to what is going on while you just return the hug, chuckling

♬ he wishes you a happy birthday and you can physically sense Zen freeze next to you

♬ Seung Jo meanwhile apologizes for being late with his congratulations and tells you that drinks are on the house

♬ the rest of the evening Zen is strangely silent and gloomy and you think to yourself that it suits him right for forgetting your birthday like that

♬ on the way home he tells you to go ahead, that he’ll catch up

♬ you’re confused but agree

♬ when he comes home about an hour later it’s with a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers, a box from Jaehee’s cafe which you know means it’s a cake

♬ and a delicious one at that, and a small silk box

♬ he kneels before you and hands you the flowers almost like a sacrifice

♬ you can’t help chuckling at his silly gesture, taking the flowers and smelling them happily

♬ while you enjoy your flowers he unpacks the cake, already ready with a huge I’m so sorry I forgot your birthday, Princess written on top of it

♬ he chose to go with one candle, one of those silly electronic ones that sing

♬ he actually sings along and it’s the first time that someone singing Happy Birthday isn’t awkward

♬ after that he hands you the small silk box

♬ it’s not a ring – he’s still preparing to pop the question to you – but a beautiful bracelet to match the necklace

♬ he admits to having ordered it weeks ago, but having completely forgotten about it

♬ you feel bad for ever having been mad at him in the first place

♬ Zen would never really forget about you or your birthday

♬ you kiss him then, cake and flowers forgotten

♬ the two of you can still eat that later on

♬ Zen carries you to the bed you share and you make love for hours


★ getting his eye surgery was a big deal

★ he’d waited very long for an appointment at the hospital

★ starting about a month before the surgery he took on especially many patients

★ he wanted to take care of everyone before having to close the clinic for a while

★ he just couldn’t work on delicate, sweet pets while healing up from his own surgery

★ it just wouldn’t be fair to the cute animals he vowed to protect and treat

★ you loved him for all the effort he put into his work

★ he was devoted to both his job and you, despite his young age

★ a weak before his surgery it was your birthday

★ the last four years those had been spent rather comfortably, mostly

★ that was just your style

★ he would wake you up to breakfast in bed – yes, he is one of those attentive men

★ then the two of you cuddled up on the couch, he’d worked through some files while you read

★ when it was time for lunch he’d taken you out for a picnic he’d prepared himself

★ after that you would have gone home to play some video games together

★ and for dinner he’d taken you to your favourite restaurant

★ you’d hoped that this year would be similar

★ you liked your birthday being laid back and between the two of you

★ however, none of these things happened this year

★ which honestly, you were fine with as well

★ the surgery was around the corner, Yoosung was very stressed and despite having matured a lot he was still very scared of it, understandably so

★ so you had an understanding for the fact that possible plans might fall flat

★ not even wishing you a Happy Birthday, however, wasn’t okay at all

★ you’d promised one another you’d always be attentive, even during stressful times

★ still, you didn’t want to overreact, so you told yourself to wait a day or two

★ a week and the surgery went by and he still didn’t seem to remember

★ that is something you couldn’t get over even with the situation you were in

★ you found yourself keeping Yoosung at arms length, focusing on work instead of him

★ he attempted to ask you what the problem was a couple of times, but you said it was fine

★ after another couple of days he asked you whether you wanted to go have dinner again

★ now that his eye was getting better you had a reason to celebrate, right?
it felt like a stab in the heart

★ there had been another reason to celebrate, but he’d forgotten!

★ still, you agree of course

★ he’d risked his life and gone half blind for you

★ the least you could do was celebrate him regaining his eye-sight

★ so you make your way to your favourite restaurant

★ a small cozy place that specialized in noodles and you know the owners of

★ a young, nice man called Bong Joon-gu and his wife, Chris

★ in fact, the second you step in he asks Yoosung about his eye before turning to you

★ he clasps your hands and shook them, wishing you a very happy and sadly belated birthday

★ Chris joins in soon after, hugging you and promising that today the food is on the house

★ meanwhile Yoosung facepalms himself next to you

★ ah, so he finally recalls that he forgot your birthday

★ Good

★ the two of you take your seats and the second Joon-gu disappears into the kitchen and Chris goes to tend to another guest he turns to you

★ Yoosung actually looks like he might start crying any second now

★ you want to laugh but keep on a stern face, crossing your arms over your chest

★ pay back was only fair, let him simmer a little

★ …man, you really should stop hanging out with Seven

★ his sadism was obviously affecting you somehow

★ Yoosung apologizes about a million times in the matter of the hour and the half you spend there

★ he also promises to make it up to you

★ which he does come the next day

★ when he brings you your breakfast in bed next morning he’s dressed like a butler

★ you chuckle and ask him what the deal is

★ he tells you that he is your loyal servant for the day, answering to your every wish

★ well if that is so…

★ after breakfast you go shopping, letting him carry the bags

★ you let him pay for ice cream and then for the fair you go to

★ the last attraction you go on is the ferris wheel

★ it is night now and the stars are beautiful once you reach the top

★ you thank him for your wonderful birthday, even if it was late

★ then you share a tender kiss with the start and moon shining above you


♨ Jaehee is not the type of person to forget anything, let alone a birthday

♨ she has a calender just for birthday’s

♨ yours is marked especially fat just in case

♨ you find that extremely adorable

♨ and it works too!

♨ since you’ve gotten to know each other five years ago she never once forgot your birthday

♨ before you started dating officially you usually spent them on the coach, watching Zen’s plays and stuffing yourself with popcorn

♨ her birthday you planned her an entire ‘girly day’ since she’d never had one of those

♨ you got a manicure, went shopping, got your make-up done and even went for a bubble tea after

♨ so, it was safe to say that you spend your birthday’s together

♨ especially once you finally did get together and there were new components to add

♨ suddenly you could cuddle and kiss

♨ make out on the couch and then move the private party to the bedroom

♨ despite living and working together there wasn’t much time for intimacy for the two of you, so you cherished every moment you could get

♨ you knew that your birthday meant funday so you were especially excited for it

♨ it had been a while

♨ the café was very successful and kept both of you busy

♨ too busy to indulge in some adult activities you wanted more of

♨ Jaehee also always got you the sweetest and most considerate gifts

♨ like she’d legit a gift pro

♨ they aren’t anything over the top or overly expensive but always sweet, thoughtful and sentimental

♨ this year, however, there was an issue in the bakery

♨ about two weeks before your birthday a huge order came in

♨ someone was planning a big celebration and they needed a bunch of cakes and pies

♨ as you’ve already established, you suck at baking

♨ meaning that Jaehee is on her own with that order

♨ you try to take some of the work load of her shoulder by managing the café on your own for the time being while she was mostly in the back preparing all the cakes and pies for the order

♨ the celebration came and went and so did your birthday

♨ completely unnoticed by Jaehee

♨ while you understood it still kind of hurt and so you found yourself acting somewhat cold and distant

♨ Jahee didn’t like that at all, heart sinking at the reminder of her time working under Jumin

♨ she thinks long and hard about what might have caused it, but doesn’t figure it out until a day later

♨ one of your regulars – Oh Ha Ni – comes into the café with a small cake in her hands

♨ Jaehee is confused, since she usually buys her cakes at your café

♨ however she gets her answer soon as the young woman bends over the counter to ask Jaehee in a whisper where you are

♨ she explains that she’d been so busy the last week, she hadn’t been able to come and congratulate you on your birthday

♨ it was like a slap to the face for Jaehee

♨ someone you barely had any relationship to remembered your birthday and she didn’t

♨ she told Ha Ni where you were and watched her go to the back to give you your cake and hug you

♨ that night Jaehee asked you to go home alone, telling you that she had business to take care of

♨ you were disappointed, since you knew that she now knew that she’d forgotten your birthday

♨ you really wanted to know how she felt, but Jaehee was still shy of expressing herself

♨ what exactly she’d spent the night with you found out the next morning

♨ as you walk into the café the next morning without Jaehee having returned home for the night you worry

♨ you look for her only to find her in the bag

♨ in front of her a huge, white wedding cake

♨ you greet her and she smiles at you tiredly

♨ she wishes you a happy birthday, putting a small candle on top of the huge cake

♨ you’re perplexed, this is obviously a wedding cake

♨ your questions are soon answered when she pulls out a box with two golden rings inside

♨ both of you know that you can’t get married legally, but the rings are a promise nevertheless

♨ you cry for a long time after slipping the rings onto each others fingers

♨ hen the two of you feed each other the cake


♛ he loves to throw you the biggest parties

♛ everyone from the RFA is invited as well as many of Jumin’s business partners and your friends and family

♛ he mostly throws those huge parties to parade you around

♛ he is very proud of you and wants everyone to know that

that and the fact that you are his, of course

♛ he’ll shower you in presents, everything from sweet and small to huge and extravagant

♛ you are his world and he wants to make sure you have everything you could possibly wish for

♛ the best part of your birthday happens after the party, though

♛ sometimes you’ll sit down with a glass of wine each and talk until late at night

♛ other times you’d cuddle up on the coach before the warm fire and just enjoy each other’s embrace

♛ usually it ended with the two of you having passionate sex for a long time after

♛ in short; your birthday is the best day in the entire year

♛ or at least it was until this birthday

♛ two days before the actual date Jumin tells you he has a business trip to attend to

♛ you ask him whether he really has to go, to which he merely replies with of course

♛ at first you think that he might be planning a surprise party, but that doesn’t turn out to be the case

♛ even the RFA chat seems somewhat deserted

♛ and no one even congratulates you, not even Jumin himself

♛ on top of that he’s on a business trip and you’re not even by his side

♛ in breaks your heart and you cry yourself to sleep that night

♛ the next morning he calls and you answer excitedly

♛ secretly you were hoping that he remembered after all

♛ instead he announces that the business trip will take a couple of days longer, then he has to hang up

♛ the following two nights you cry again, unbeknownst to anyone but the cat

♛ or at least you thought so

♛ as it turns out one of the maids did hear you sob, and she actually asks to call Mr. Han about it

♛ he’s irritated at first – how dare lowly staff interrupt this important meeting – until she explains to him why she called in the first place

♛ she also tells him that no one should be alone on their birthday like you were

♛ then she hangs up, leaving a baffled and shocked Jumin behind

♛ oh God, he’d actually forgotten the most important thing on his to do list

♛ he instantly cut the meeting short and booked the first flight back home

♛ when he entered the apartment he could actually hear your sobs for himself and it tore him apart

♛ he quietly makes his way to the bedroom where he goes on his knees beside the bed to gently brush through your hair

♛ that gets your attention and you look up with swollen, watery eyes

♛ you’re just glad he’s back home, throwing your arms around his neck

♛ he holds you close, expression still pained

♛ his ignorance had cause you misery and he needed to make that up to you

♛ the next day he announces a one week vacation, something shocking even his father and you

♛ he uses that vacation to devote every second of every day to you

♛ you spend your days at the beach on some private island you can’t recall the of

♛ when you return home you both have a nice tan and an even closer and more devoted relationship


☼ Seven is the kind of guy to show you affection in seemingly minimal ways

☼ he won’t go and plan a huge party or anything

☼ but he’ll always make you a gift for your birthday

☼ every single one of them

☼ and those gifts aren’t just little bird houses type of gifts

☼ they are miniature robots for you to play with kind of gifts

☼ one year he actually programmed an entire game for you to play

☼ that way you wouldn’t get bored when he was busy working

☼ you liked it best that way

☼ after all the excitement the two of you went through, you both need the calm

☼ especially since you still have work to care for, the RFA party’s to plan and Saeran to keep an eye on

☼ when your birthday came around you were already looking forward to it

☼ Seven’s gifts were unbeatable and you were excited to see what he’d come up with this time

☼ you still cherished the cat, constantly played his game and loved to go out with the dog he’d made you

☼ but shortly before your birthday Seven began locking himself away in his room with work

☼ he couldn’t even tell you what he was working on

☼ top secret stuff, apparently

☼ you didn’t bug him about it

☼ you knew how his work could get sometimes, so you let him take care of it

☼ however when he didn’t even come out for your birthday, not even to congratulate you, you felt hurt

☼ it wasn’t even that you didn’t get a gift

☼ it wasn’t about that

☼ you just wanted some warmth and love

☼ days passed and Seven didn’t even acknowledge having missed it

☼ so he’d forgotten!

☼ you were pretty angry and most of your conversations were distant and cut short

☼ he eventually asked you what the problem was but you just told him that he was clever enough to figure it out on his own

☼ especially considering he could recite whole wikipedia pages about cars to you

☼ after that you’d kind of stormed out for a quick walk to cool yourself down

☼ maybe you were overreacting, but you couldn’t help yourself

☼ Saeran who’d been sitting at the kitchen table beside the two of you just snorted

☼ “I can’t believe you forgot her birthday like that. Moron.”

☼ Seven froze


☼ after that he disappeared in his room for another couple of days and you started feeling homicidal

☼ Saeran had actually suggested getting you a pickaxe to get through the door

☼ you’d politely declined, no matter how tempting the offer

☼ when he finally came out, it was with your phone in hand

☼ when he handed it to you there was an App opened you’d never seen before

☼ “It’s a special game. I managed to copy some of my conscience into digital format and built it into the game. Whenever I’m being an idiot or not attentive enough you can open the game and talk to me there. It’s just like the RFA chat, only with me and the others paying more attention to you.”

☼ he chuckled nervously as you stared down at the app, pressing through the different options

☼ it was such a cute idea and you couldn’t imagine how much effort he must have put into it

☼ you smile down at your phone, a message popping up

☼ it was 707 asking you whether you’d eaten yet

☼ you laugh

☼ “Oh yeah, I programmed it to ask you that at least three times a day, just to make sure!”


☀ he isn’t really the celebration type of guy

☀ not even when you eventually get together

☀ he even hates celebrating his own birthday

☀ most because he feels it isn’t just ‘his day’ and therefor nothing special

☀ there is also this huge insecurity and lack of self worth issues Rika cause

☀ so really, any group of people making too much attention to him make him uncomfortable

☀ that isn’t to say that you didn’t try to celebrate his birthday

☀ but when you first tried to give him a cake he denied it

☀ flat out said he didn’t want it

☀ so when your birthday came around you really didn’t expect anything

☀ honestly Saeran didn’t really have anything planned either

☀ until Saeyoung told everyone else in the chat and Saeran got an earful

☀ especially Zen seemed rather angry about his lack of interest

☀ he insisted that one must never miss an opportunity to woo a lady

☀ which of course confused Saeran, because you were already his girlfriend, why woo you now?

☀ Zen also had a heart attack, having to be held back to choke the ungrateful little fuck

☀ despite never actually punching Saeren like Zen wanted to, the younger man got the message

☀ birthdays were important to girls

☀ from that moment on he at least tried

☀ they were mostly spent doing mundane things he usually refused to do

☀ you went eating ice cream

☀ once he took you on a romantic walk

☀ and another time he actually agreed to go to a karaoke bar with you

☀ altogether you’d grown to love your simplistic birthday parties over the years

☀ this year you were actually looking forward to it

☀ until the day actually came and he didn’t even mention it

☀ it wasn’t the first time, sometimes he remembered later on in the day and made up for it

☀ this time that didn’t happen, however

☀ the day came and went and just like that

☀ even the rest of the RFA didn’t congratulate you or forced Saeran to act like a proper boyfriend

☀ you felt cold and ignored, especially considering that you didn’t expect much to begin with

☀ that night you rolled together in bed, making yourself small and biting back on tears

☀ Saeran didn’t seem to notice, didn’t even react

☀ until about four days later you heard a whisper in the night

☀ “Did I do something wrong?”

☀ you’re surprised he would ask

☀ “You usually always hold me when we sleep.”

☀ you take a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment

☀ “I thought you didn’t like it when I touch you.”

☀ he’s silent for a minute, you almost think he fell back asleep

☀ “I miss it now.”

☀ silence again, you don’t dare turn around

☀ “What can I do to make it better?”

☀ “You could not forget my birthday, for a start.”

☀ since you didn’t turn around you cant see him, but you feel a shift beside you

☀ the rest of the night is spent in restless sleep

☀ when you wake up the next morning Saeran isn’t lying beside you

☀ after last night nothing really surprises you

☀ when you get to the kitchen a beautiful breakfast is waiting along with a note

☀ it has a puzzle on it

☀ it doesn’t take you long to solve it while you eat breakfast

☀ it’s coordinates that lead you to your next destination

☀ it turns out to be the ice cream stand you usually go to

☀ when you arrive there the person behind the counter is already expecting you

☀ he hand you a huge sundae with all your favourite flavours, whipped cream and little heart sprinkles

☀ the idea that Saeran actually had to ask the man to put little hearts on the ice makes you smile

☀ there is also another note waiting for you

☀ this time you find yourself walking through the streets for most of it

☀ the GPS of your phone leads you to the bridge you’d first kissed on

☀ the one with the many lockets of lovers attached to it

☀ there is a paper sign attached to the bridge

☀ it points to a specific locket

☀ when you look at it it has both your and his name on it, written neatly inside a heart

☀ you smile at the locked

☀ attached to the sign is the next clue as well as the keys to the locket

☀ as tradition says, you toss them into the water

☀ the next and final step leads you to the karaoke bar he hates going to

☀ you find Saeran standing there, nervously staring at the stage

☀ when you approach him he is surprised to see you

☀ you were quicker than he anticipated

☀ he tells you he was just getting ready to go upstairs…wanted to a sing a song for you

☀ you smile and shake your head, tell him he doesn’t have to

☀ you know he’d suffer through it

☀ he visibly relaxed

☀ he looks to the floor, shyly reaching for your hand to hold it in his

☀ he steals a quick kiss and whispers his birthday wishes into your ear

☀ when you get home that night you hold him again and he practically preens

☀ shortly before you fall asleep he whispers that the song he’s chosen was Memories, my Shawn Mendes

☀ because he cherishes all the memories he made with you


📷 V is a very attentive boyfriend

📷 especially after all the abuse he suffered through V

📷 he seeks your attention and love, craves it really

📷 he also does anything and everything in his power to make you happy, fulfill all your wishes

📷 especially on your birthdays

📷 anniversaries are super important to him

📷 so are any holidays, really

📷 but especially birthdays

📷 because it just means that the person had survived another year, not matter how hard it might have been

📷 the two of you had some horribly hard years behind you, so he was double eager to celebrate

📷 he would always take you to the fanciest of days and a day later invite everyone from the RFA

📷 you’d have a private little party, eating sweets and talking about your lives

📷 sometimes you’d even play board games

📷 for bonding, V’d said

📷 usually it ended up with Zen throwing the board game at Jumin after one too many insults

📷 frankly, you found it rather funny

📷 you looked forward to it every year

📷 until the year that you got a phone call stating that Rika had fled the asylum you’d put her in

📷 they assumed she was back on her way to Korea

📷 suddenly the RFA was in an uproar and Rika was everything all of you could think about

📷 security had to be tightened again, as she was once more a threat

📷 Saeran suffered a meltdown and Seven was ready to kill her for it

📷 Rika eventually showed up at your apartment, surprised to find you there

📷 she attempted to attack you, but V managed to stop her before she could harm you

📷 he got her to a hospital and stayed with her

📷 on your birthday a day later he still hadn’t returned, hadn’t called

📷 you felt sad and replaced

📷 there was always that small voice in the back of your head that told you he still loved her more than you

📷 this seemed like proof

📷 when he finally came home the day after he was tired and exhausted

📷 he still constantly returned to the hospital to check on her

📷 despite your wishes not to

📷 many lonely nights were spent crying

📷 eventually Rika was shipped back to Alaska and V returned home for good

📷 there was still tension between the two of you though

📷 mainly because you could barely stand being in the same room with him, doubt crippling you

📷 a couple of days later he came to you, tears in his eyes and voice shaking

📷 he could not stand the idea of being abandoned by you, of losing you

📷 he wanted to know what he’d done wrong, that he’d do better

📷 in that moment you realized that V had given everything for you and a birthday didn’t compare to a life long of love he was willing to share

📷 you hugged him then, both of you crying out your frustrations

📷 when you tell him about your fears of being replaced by Rika, he cannot understand

📷 he tells you that he spent the entire time talking about you

📷 asking for her blessing

📷 telling her to move on like he did

📷 he tells you that she could not compare to you

📷 that you were the light of his life now, his lover, his muse

📷 for the first time since you got together you fully and wholeheartedly believed him


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