Introducing TD and Chastity Play, What i did wrong......
To me FLR has SO many different angles and when introducing your
partner its important to be careful. See where as i took my time, slowly
introduced more and more bits into it before eventually plucking up the
courage to put the cage on and show her, i still made some real big
See my wife is not a Domme, i dont really want to
know about her previous life before me but im kinda guessing im the
first person that really wants to explore all these roads and
possibility with her. I originally made this Blog to share things i
found sexy in some way shape or form with her and looking back now i
should have kept it more Vanilla and slowly introduced my interest in
things like pegging. See you follow all these people then one day they
reblog some Sissy stuff, some Anal Torture, Some Ball Busting. From my
wife’s perspective she probably sees that and thinks FUCKING HELL.
reason i am writing this is because somethings have been lost in
translation, see she was under the impression that i wanted to become
her bitch, a groveling sissy whore who wanted to wear her clothes and
make up and suck strapons all day long. Now if that’s your thing im all
for it but that wasn’t what i wanted.
I came across chastity
play and tease and denial play a while back, i have always been aware
of bondage and always had a thing for tying or being tied up sexually. I
saw it as a fun way for a male and female to have a laugh, be intimate
and grow together as a couple. As much as i love her Locking me
up, tying me up, teasing me and laughing as i quiver on the bed in a
desperate need to cum only to deny me for another day i also would love
to do the same for her. Its about exploring each others bodies, each
Its only fun for me if its fun for her, if
she wants to lock me for a day, a week, a month or a year ill play the
game as long as she finds it exiting and gets a kick out of it. If she doesn’t want it its just not going to work. But don’t give up that easily pick it up and put it down, its keeps it exiting. After a chat with my wife in the week she said she likes the cage but doesn’t want a bitch of a husband, so i explained the above and below to her and now i think it makes sense.
I am writing this because i get lots of messages from people asking how did i break the news? how did i get her on board? Truth is we are still working on it, still exploring it. I haven’t been in the cage for months, as real life is more important. This morning after our chats and fun this week i put it on.
I guess im very lucky to have such an amazing wife, i put it on gave her the keys and she smiled. That’s all i wanted. She is one of a kind, trusting and fucking gorgeous.
For anyone out there toying with this i hope this has helped, below are few images i have stolen from others. I hope they don’t mind. Good Luck and go have some fun.
I love making her moan, and its true i work harder when my dick is locked up and im working to earn a release, its common knowledge you put more effort into thngs if your getting something in return. (Or at least you think you are)
Then there is this, after a night of teasing and a great time she didnt let you cum, your going to wake up in the morning and WANT to do this for her because your still super horny. You know your not going get to cum but pleasing her is at least some sexual activity.
Then on the other hand there is nothing sexier than doing the same to her, make her feel how you feel, i remember once back in the early days i edged my wife and then just turned the wand off and said nah, night night. She was mortified, grabbing my cock, trying her hardest to get me to fuck her. In the morning she woke up horny and we fucked. But it can work both ways.
This is also one that i agree with, the lust i have towards her, the want to constantly touch her, to kiss her its just amazing. Then once you cum its takes a good few days to get that back. Its the strongest drug i have ever felt and its awesome.
I love it when she feels sexy the sexier she feels the more she glows the better the experience.
Turn it into a game, a guessing game and have fun with it.
Tease him, if he is anything like me he will enjoy it.
But most importantly talk about it, discuss it find out what you both want from it and just have fun.
Named after: The fact that I mentioned readers birthday so much. That and I was listening to the blues.
It was a Saturday. It was the day of the championship game for baseball. But most importantly, it was your birthday.
You had let this small fact take a back seat in weeks leading up to the game, you didn’t want to stress Jeff out. Your boyfriend was already spending more time with Clay to get tutoring for two more classes just to make sure he’d play. He’d exercise in the early morning before school, go to baseball practice after, study and do homework with the smaller boy, and then watch his previous games until it was time to repeat.
It had become a routine, and Jeff normally got like this a few days before his games. You’d grown accustomed to it, you would plan to walk to school or ride with your next door neighbor Alex Standall, pack a few extra protein bars and Gatorade to leave in his locker, as well as massage him during his film.
He was…distant but it was okay because he always felt so guilty after, he’d pamper you for the next week.
However, what your boyfriend failed to let you know, was that for the championship, this routine of his was starting two weeks before you expected it. So when you found yourself arriving at school by 3rd period, after waiting 20 minutes for your boyfriend to show up you were more than angry.
But you pushed it aside, silently forgiving your baseball player. You knew Jeff loved the sport he played. For the most part, it was the only thing he felt he was incredible at. So you slowly adjusted to this behavior for the week, eating lunch by yourself because Jeff didn’t initially tell you he was going to the athletic trainer during your lunch period. Nodding as he asked you if you could find another ride home because practice was running late. Walking when you realized all your friends had already left.
It was fine, you knew it wasn’t intentional or malicious, he just really wanted the game to go well. Scouts would be looking at him. More importantly, you knew that once these weeks finished you’d have him all to yourself, starting on your birthday.
You walked through the bleachers wearing Jeff’s home jersey, 30 minutes before the game started. You saved seats for his parents who had already wished you a happy birthday, your parents who were there to support your boyfriend, and your friends who had helped you survive these past two weeks.
You made three posters all with different puns and cheesy jokes that you were sure Jeff would love, ’#1 on the field AND in my heart’ 'No that is not Derek Jeter, it’s Jeff Atkins’ And your personal favorite, ‘Atkins, Homerun counter:__’
You brought a sharpie with you to the game and by the end of it, you had edited that poster at least four times. You screamed so loud during the game you barely had any voice left when the team won.
The student section, along with yourself rushed the field and you watched as your boyfriend and his teammates poured water all over their coach. You smiled, more proud of Jeff than ever. Your two weeks of relationship hell were over and you were going to spend the rest of this Saturday night celebrating him and your birthday.
When you finally got the opportunity to get to Jeff, waiting for his parents and your parents to go first so they could leave, you hugged him as tightly as you could you pecked his lips before asking, “Now what champ?”
He smiled at the abbreviation. He let go holding out a finger signaling he’d get back to you. He left, jogging over to his teammates and a few reporters. You waited. Waited as the captains talked to the reporters who covered the game, waited as he greeted the college scout with a firm handshake, waited as the team filed out.
Jeff was the first one on that field and the last one to leave the dugout. He had all of his stuff in his baseball bag, slung on one shoulder while he wrapped the other arm around your waist.
“We’re going to Bryce’s!” He said smiling as you reached his car.
“W-what?” You asked trying to keep it together.
“Bryce, you know Bryce, he’s throwing a party for the win! You asked, ‘now what’ so that’s what!” He replied placing his stuff in his trunk.
You couldn’t lie, it fucking hurt. He forgot. He forgot your birthday of all days. You understand, it was the championship but the last thing you wanted to do was get drunk with a bunch of rowdy jocks. You and Jeff did that almost every weekend. Before you could say anything, Jeff opened the door for you, kissing your cheek.
“Jeff…” you started your voice nearly breaking. But when he turned to you, with the world in his eyes, ecstatic he had just won, you couldn’t bring yourself to ruin it. So you swallowed the lump in your throat and blinked back your tears as you forced a smile on your face.
“Could you please take me home? I’m not feeling too well.” You said, barely managing to make it through your request.
He nods, rushing back over to the driver’s seat. He grabs your hand, rubbing circles on your skin all the way to your house. His grip tightens as he pulls into your driveway and finally looks over at you.
You avoid his gaze and move to get out.
“So no party?” He asks you.
“No thanks, but go and have fun okay? I’ll see you tomorrow!”
He furrows his eyebrows placing another kiss on your hand before letting you go.
“Thanks, baby girl, I’ll see you tomorrow!”
And with that, he drives off. Once he’s out of sight you finally let the tears stream down your face like they had wanted to for the past two weeks.
You decided not to call anyone to make other plans, you would much rather sulk in your own pity. You had a mix of texts come in through the night that you ignored. Most of them from friends wishing you a happy birthday, and a few from a very drunk Jeff who, for the life of him, couldn’t manage to spell out ‘I love you’. That night you cried yourself to sleep, upset and alone trying to rationalize your boyfriend’s actions.
You woke up early the next morning, making yourself breakfast and planning out your day to make up for the previous. You could have fun by yourself. You ignored whatever Jeff texted you when you got ready, putting on some of your favorite clothes instead. Sorting through looking for your sweatshirt, you heard a knock on your door.
You threw on a t-shirt instead, yelling out 'come in’, as you started to put your hair into a bun.
“Hey, you feeling better? I have the nastiest hangover, so it’s fine if you’re not, we’ll be miserable together” Jeff started.
And you shook your head slightly at first, then you gradually became angrier. You couldn’t care less if Jeff had a hangover. Throughout his whole drunk escapade, it didn’t even occur to him that you were sitting at home, by yourself, on your birthday. He had treated you like shit for two weeks, he didn’t just get to waltz back into your life as though it never happened.
“Your parents let me in on their way out. You weren’t answering my texts so I just thought-” he stopped himself as he watched your expression change.
“What’s wrong?” He asked gently.
“What’s wrong Jeff? What’s wrong? Are you fucking kidding me?” You questioned, raising your voice slightly.
You didn’t plan on getting angry so fast, he just was so oblivious to everything it pissed you off, royally.
Jeff was taken aback. His mouth dropped slightly as he tried to figure out where he went wrong.
“FIRST. You didn’t give me a ride to school with no notice! I had to fucking walk! I was late to class and now I have detention next weekend so thanks!” You stood, now pacing around your room as Jeff took a seat on your bed.
“Baby-” he tried to interrupt.
“I’m not done” You interjected.
You were so upset you missed the completely shocked expression on Jeff’s face. Everything he did wrong in the past two weeks was flooding in all at once.
“Then! You made me eat by myself at lunch when you didn’t tell me you weren’t going to be there!”
“Don’t you dare 'baby girl’ me! Then! You made me walk home! …IT’S AN HOUR WALK JEFF!”
He stood to meet you in all your anger, approaching you slowly.
“You basically ignored me, FOR TWO WEEKS! For fuck sake, Clay saw you more than I did!”
You couldn’t help it. Everything was spiraling in your head and pouring out of your mouth. When Jeff reached you, his hands that normally felt so comforting betrayed him. You wanted nothing more than to scream and yell until he left until he felt the way that you did.
“Y/N, I’m sorry, okay? Please calm down-” he said in the most soothing voice he could figure.
Jeff was scared, to say the least. He had never seen you this angry before.
“CALM. DOWN? YOU’RE NOT SERIOUS!” You screamed back at him pushing against his chest to create some distance between the two of you.
As your voice grew louder, the tears came rolling in again. When they fell down your cheeks Jeff had to fight the urge to wipe them. He felt guilty, he was the sole reason you were so worked up.
“THEN TO TOP IT ALL OFF JEFFREY? YOU FORGOT MY BIRTHDAY!”
Jeff could have sworn he felt his heart stop. He knew he had been forgetting something, he just didn’t know it was you. He couldn’t even stutter out a response, he just stood there taking you in.
“I made three fucking posters for you! And I was there for you! Through all this BULLSHIT! I waited after the game! When you did all your interviews, and you met with all the scouts, and you were fucking around with the boys! I let you do whatever the fuck you needed to! And you left me. On my birthday. FOR A FUCKING PARTY!”
You were sobbing at this point and your voice cracked as you screamed at him.
Jeff had tears at the brims of his eyes as well, he had no idea how much he hurt you in the past two weeks.
“A fucking party Jeff…god, you’re such an asshole.” You mumbled, wiping your tears frantically, hoping that they would stop flowing.
Jeff blinked back the tears his eyes before he approached you again. He stood this time, at least two feet away to give you your space. It was the distance that hurt him the most, normally he couldn’t take his hands off of you. Now, he had to watch his first love cry, because of him, and she was too upset to even let him wipe away her tears.
“I’m sorry” he began.
And before you could interrupt him he continued.
“I- I’m so sorry.” He tripped over his own apology as a few tears fell from his eyes. He wiped them quickly, he knew he wasn’t in the position to get emotional when he was the one who hurt you.
“I was such a dick…and I- I fucked up big time…I don’t even fucking deserve you…” he struggled to find the right words that would make this all go away, but unlike your usual insignificant fights, he knew there wasn’t any combination of words that would fix it.
“Lemme make it up to you” he pleaded.
You crossed your arms over each other. Furious and devastated all at once. You wanted him to stay with you for the rest of the day but you also wanted him to get the hell out of your room.
Jeff slowly closed the gap between you two, grabbing at your waist.
“Please. Y/N. Let me fix it.”
He stared at you, searching your eyes waiting for your answer.
“I’ll beg if I have to” he offered up with a sad smile.
You frowned avoiding his eyes, you and Jeff both knew his puppy dog eyes could get you to do anything.
And so Jeff got onto his knees, his hands still at your waist and you finally looked at him.
“Jeff, get up” you muttered.
“Just give me a chance to fix it.” He countered.
You nodded quickly if only to get him off the ground, and he smiled standing to his feet again. He embraced you in what felt like the tightest hug ever.
“I’m really sorry” he mumbled into your hair.
And when he pulled away he was leaving your room.
“Cancel all your plans today, I’ll be back in an hour, I promise this is going to be the best day of your life!” He rambled as he grabbed his keys from your bed.
“Jeff, I don’t want you to le-” you whined. This was the first time he was paying attention to you in a while.
“One hour. If I’m not back……dump me!” He called out as he left your room door.
You sat on your bed, hearing the rumble of his engine begin, and when the sound of his car left your ears you exhaled and leaned back onto your bed. Hopeful for what was in store.
Summary: Sometimes, when you’re friends are so obviously in love and they’re taking forever to get with the program, it’s time to take matters into your own hands.
In which Alya takes matchmaking to a whole new level, Nino tries to be the voice of reason, the entire class is incapable of keeping a secret, and Marinette and Adrien just try to have a decent picnic
A Full Commitment’s What I’m Thinking Of
“A class picnic?”
Alya nodded as she scribbled a time and a location on the back of Marinette’s hand. “Yup. I figured it’d be fun. School year’s ending, the weather is beautiful, and exams are just about wrapped up. Thought it’d be a cool casual thing.”
“You didn’t tell me you were planning this,” Marinette said. “I could’ve helped you!”
“Oh, don’t even worried about it, girlie,” Alya assured. “You’ve been so busy with class rep stuff lately I just went and asked Nino for help. Worked out just fine, too. He’s been helping me handle music and food.”
Marinette smiled. “This is so sweet! I can’t believe you did all this for everyone. Is everyone else coming?”
“Oh yeah,” Alya insisted. “Everyone in class. Even Adrien.”
Alya expected some blushing and stammering, but Marinette merely blinked at her. “Adrien’s going to be there?”
“Of course! He was super excited when he found out you were coming.”
Marinette lifted both of her brows in surprise. “He was?”
Alya patted Marinette on the shoulder. “I would never lie to you. So yeah, you should definitely come. After school today, don’t forget.”
“Ok cool!” Marinette nodded. “Do you wanna walk over together with Nino and — ”
Alya shouted, hands darting out to grab Marinette’s shoulders. Marinette jumped in shock and leaned away from Alya’s frantic looking expression. Alya bit her lip and sighed out through her nose. “I-I mean….nah, i-it’s fine. I have to help Nino with….something after school anyway. Uh….I’ll meet you there a little afterwards.”
“Um…okay,” Marinette said. “You sure you and Nino don’t need any — ”
“Nope! No help!” Alya insisted, spinning Marinette around and marching her over to the locker room. “You just get your books together and meet us at the park. It’ll be a blast.”
- “you’re the roommate of my crush and you felt sorry for me and my pathetic attempts at wooing them so you offered to help me get in their pants but somewhere along the way we ended up falling for each other” au
- “you slept with my roommate who is notorious for one night stands, and now im meant to tell you that the reason you woke up alone is because they had to get to an early class, and proceed to get your phone number and tell you that they’ll call in a few days before binning it as soon as you leave, but i never do that so hi, sorry my roommates a jackass. pancakes?” au
- “my roommate is crushing on your roommate, who i hate. and your roommate is crushing on my roommate, who you hate. care to help me sabotage their relationship?” au
- “your roommate is pretty much stalking me, and you keep accompanying them to make sure they don’t do anything stupid and i accidentally mistook you for my stalker and kneed you in the crotch and i’m so sorry please let me get you some ice” au
- “your roommate got drunk at a party i hosted and passed out on my bathroom floor and you’ve come to collect them, but moving them from the bathroom and down to your car seems to be a two person job so now how do we get them round this corner and down the stairs without dropping them or giving them brain damage?” au
- “my roommate is in love with you an i’m meant to be getting you to date them but now i think i’m falling in love with you myself and this sucks everything sucks you suck” au
- “our roommates are fucking and its gotten to the point where we’re so sick of hearing them go at it all night that we have keys to each others places to escape the midnight moans, grunting and bed creaking and i don’t know where this is leading but i hope we end up fucking too” au
- “your roommate hosted a party and you’re not really a party person so you’ve locked yourself in your room but i’m not a party person either and its really loud out there can i just sit on your bed and play games on my phone or something?” au
- “your roommate is crushing on me, and my roommate is crushing on you, and we’re both meant to be setting the other up with our respective roommates but we’ve ended up falling for each other and this cannot end well” au
- “your roommate locked you out so they could have sex, and my roommate borrowed my key and then decided to go out last minute so we’re both stranded in the hallway together for an indefinite amount of time and wow your roommate makes really weird and loud sex noises" au
- “me and your roommate share a class together and help each other study weekly and you’re an annoying twat who thinks its funny to keep interrupting us and wait what do you mean they’re running late? no im not waiting here alone with you for two hours are you insane” au
Okay…so I (obviously) got this idea from listening to Toothbrush from DNCE. I’ve also decided I want to update every Friday so every time I finish something, I’m just going to queue it up. Enjoy
Also…I know I said no more Luke pieces for awhile, but this literally came to me in class and I wrote it in fifty minutes so….
Luke woke up early from the sunlight pouring in through the window on the other side of the room, body still bare from the night before, the only thing covering him being the stupid little close to nothing sheet resting on his hips. His bright blue eyes fluttered open slightly, heart sinking as he sat up confused as to why the body next to him had disappeared at such an early hour of the day, the clock reading a mere 6:17 in the morning, no longer confused when he heard the toilet flush from the bathroom just down the hall…unless it was Ashton of course since he was the usual prospect that would be up this early in the morning.
He ran a hand through his tousled hair, bringing his palms down over his face rubbing the tiredness from them slightly as he waited for his lover to return to the room.
“You’re up early,” she mumbled seeing him awake as she leaned up against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest as she looked over the tired man’s features, a lazy smile gracing his perfectly pouted lips. She had on his torn Nirvana tee, the fabric falling to the tops of her thighs, and with the way she was leaning against the frame, he could see her favorite pair of navy blue panties from Victoria’s Secret. Her feet were still bare, probably having lost her socks in his sheets through the night, as she always did, even though she refused to take them off before falling asleep. He’d always loved her sense of style, but he always thought she looked best dressed in his shirt with no pants on laying in his bed.
Her hair was still a mess, sticking up slightly in awkward directions, most likely extremely tangled and in desperate need of a pound of his conditioner to comb out the knots before she left. Her eyeliner had run across the side of her face lightly and he was sure there was glitter on his pillows from her eye shadow as well, small love bites gracing the length of her neck, small enough for him to miss if she had her hair styled the right way covering them perfectly. It was a sight he always loved, even if she did look like a hot mess. She was his hot mess.
“Luke, are you listening to me?” she asked smirking slightly knowing he wasn’t. He never was when he was looking at her like that…not that she knew exactly what that look on his face was, but she knew it enough to know he was lost in his train of thought.
“Not at all, sweetheart,” he hummed leaning back against his pillows, arms making their way behind his bed as his muscles shifted slightly, eyes daring her to make her way back to bed with him, and she knew she would. “Close the door love.”
She did as she was told, feet padding softly against the dark, hardwood floors as she climbed into bed right over to him, swinging her leg over his hip so she was straddling him, as placed strategically against his pelvis, knowing damn well if she wanted to at any point in time she could change the entire mood.
“What were you saying?” he asked, hands making their way to her thighs rubbing the soft, bare skin lightly leaving goosebumps behind.
“I said I can’t stay long. I’m working at eleven,” she said running her nails down his chest lightly, up and down, over and over, Luke shivering slightly at the feeling.
“That reminds me..I need to talk to you,” he mumbled, hands slowly making their way to her hips as he ran his thumbs in small circles under the fabric of his shirt along her bare skin.
“What about, rock star?” she asked, brows furrowing together confused, not sure if she should be worried or not. Usually he’d just come out and say it, not making it a big deal unless it was something important.
“Well…I mean…we’ve been doing this for what…five months now…?” he asked stumbling over his words as she giggled slightly.
“Six,” she she said smirking slightly. “Where are you going with this Lu?”
“Well, I was thinking…that maybe you could like…leave some of your stuff here so when you do have to go in the morning you don’t have to leave so early…” he suggested making her heart melt as she smiled softly at him. “Like..maybe that coconut shampoo you have or your toothbrush…”
“And maybe some clothes considering I can’t really work in your tee and panties,” she teased as he blushed more. “You’re too cute, you know.”
“Are you going to answer me or just make fun of me?” he pouted as she leaned in pecking his lips quickly.
This morning went anything BUT to plan. I haplanned to get up early to do some yoga, have breakfast, go for a walk and then smash out some uni work.
Long story short, I ended up going to bed much to late last night was awake half the night and woke up past 8am still feeling really exhausted. At first I was angry at myself and felt bad, but then I asked myself: WHY??
I get up early every other day, my body obviously needs the rest and so deserves it. So I made myself a delicious bowl of oats and relaxed for a while before doing a gentle yoga flow to start my day😌
It’s okay if you don’t feel like doing what you’d planned to do sometimes. It’s okay to rest. It’s okay to put your body’s needs first.
Be kind to yourself💛🌿💫
How about Phil walking v in on dan and the reader? Not in a threesome way, but in an “oh shit this is awkward” kind of way. -anon
Dan and Phil would be leaving in a couple hours to go to the airport and fly to Orlando. They were going to be meeting Phil’s parents after the convention for a vacation. It was well deserved for the boys but unfortunately, you couldn’t come. It just wasn’t possible for you to join them so you would be keeping the home front safe and watering the plants. You were going to miss him a lot. Three weeks is a long time to be alone in a place you are used to being in with two others. It was still early and you couldn’t help but toss and turn. The boys enjoy meeting the fans but you know it takes a lot out of them. Unfortunately, all of your tossings woke up Dan who had just wrapped his arms around your torso bringing you back from your thoughts.
Based on a soulmate AU prompt from this post which said:
‘you think you have a sleepwalking problem but it’s really just the universe trying to bring you to your soulmate when your mind is disengaged’
since I met Agatha, I kept hoping I would wake up one day at the door to the
Cloisters, unable to get past the wards even in my sleep, but it hasn’t
happened. Even when we started dating in fifth year, I’d always still wake up
in my own bed at the top of Mummers House. During summer breaks I used to dream
about waking up to find Agatha knocking at the door of whichever home I was
staying at, using the magic of soulmates to know where to find me, but she
never came. I thought maybe the magic wasn’t as strong there, but that doesn’t
explain why I never left my bed in my sleep the entire time I was at Watford.
Agatha tells me she wants to break up at the beginning of eighth year, I don’t
put up much of a fight. I finally have to accept what my subconscious has been
telling me all along – Agatha isn’t my soulmate.
Ever since high school, the one day you liked to designate as a strictly ‘get-your-work-done’ day was Sunday. Sure, some people liked to use their Sunday as a day off, but you never saw the point. Why waste 24 hours doing nothing when you could be doing something productive instead? Your idea of productiveness was essentially writing up study notes for an exam that was probably a month and a bit away.. But, hey! It never hurt to be over-prepared for an exam!
Harry, on the other hand, preferred to take a day off on a Sunday. He liked waking up late and having the chance to stay snuggled up in bed for as long as he liked. (One time, he stayed cooped up in bed until 1 in the afternoon.. He could have made it to 2 if you hadn’t come in and tickled him out of bed.)
“I don’ wanna say it, bu’ I think you love studying more than you love me.” Harry poked his head in, letting out a small sigh at the unsurprising sight of you scribbling notes in your textbook.
“I can’t deny that.” You teased, glancing up at your boyfriend for a split second before returning to your studies. What could you say? You just really liked getting good grades - Even if it meant sacrificing your social life. At least you still had Harry.
“Yeh promised me a Sunday..” Harry whistled lowly, padding into the room before plopping down on his side of the bed.
“I recall you promising me a week but you only stayed for a night.” You clicked your tongue, referring to the time when Harry thought he had a longer break. He was wrong. You woke up the next morning alone, with a sticky note on your forehead explaining to you that your boyfriend was already on his next flight to wherever.
“..A’right, I deserved that one.” Harry laughed lightly, shaking his head. “But now you get me for a couple more months! And you’re not even spending any time with me..” He trailed off, flipping over onto his back and looking up at you with his doe eyes. “Y/N..” Harry pouted, reaching over and snatching the pen away from your hand. Almost immediately, you grabbed another pen from your pencil case.
“Ten more minutes, okay? Then I’m all yours.” Truth be told, whenever you were in the middle of an intense studying session, you were basically on autopilot mode. Whatever Harry said to you, your brain would just generate a generic answer that would most likely satisfy him. Sometimes, you managed to distract Harry for a long time, but other times, he’d grow very impatient. Of course, you couldn’t lie. You felt a wee bit guilty that you were using this precious time with Harry to study.. But Harry had been home for almost a whole year!
“You literally said tha’ like.. two hours ago. I can’t believe I woke up early just to spend a day alone.” Harry huffed, pushing himself up off the bed. “Whatever.” He grumbled, making his way towards the door. Your autopilot mode seemed to switch off when you heard his little grumble, your brows furrowing slightly.
“Aw- Harry, babe-” You didn’t get a chance to call for him before he was storming down to the living room. “Okay, I’m all yours for the day! I won’t touch my books for 24 hours, and I’ll spend all my free time with you!” You called out, hearing the footsteps stop. And then they started again, this time coming up the stairs frantically.
“Yeh promise?” Harry beamed, his dimple indented in his cheek as he smiled widely.
“Pinky promise!” You raised both your hands up in surrender. “Although, it would be great if you could just let me finish up the notes for the next unit-”
“Mm.. Too bad!” Harry chirped, rushing over to grab all your books off the bed, setting them onto the bedside counter.
“But-” You were cut off when Harry leaned down to press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss before crawling on top of you and pinning you down with a wide grin.
Supercorp: Lena always seems to leave for work early before Kara can open her eyes. Just once, Kara would like to wake up before Lena to give her a very good morning.
yawned as she started to wake and rolled over to snuggle into her girlfriend.
She squeaked slightly when instead of rolling into Lena’s warm body, she face
planted into the pillows.
mumbled into the pillow and continued rolling until she hit the edge of the
bed. She scooted until her feet hit the floor and padded out to living room
where she knew Lena would have left a note for her.
enough, next to the three sticky buns was a note in Lena’s swirling
beautiful :) It looks like you had a busy night from what I saw on the TV. I’ve
left three sticky buns for breakfast- I can’t have you wasting away on me!
chuckled as she tucked into the first sticky bun and went about getting ready
to head to CatCo, thoughts running through her mind of all the little things
Lena does for her; the notes she always left; the breakfast pastries she always
put to one side; the flowers she kept buying for Kara, even after they had been
together for years.
had been wondering how to repay Lena; she had a few thoughts- a picnic in the
park, star gazing at the planetarium, lovely romantic ideas, but Kara wanted to
do something different.
suddenly remembered the morning six months ago; the morning she had stirred
from her sleep, hips rolling, moans escaping her lips as Lena’s tongue lapped
at her soaked folds. Kara had whimpered at waking up to the sight of Lena
between her legs; it was something they had discussed, but Kara had forgotten.
hadn’t said anything, she had simply made eye contact with Kara when she felt
Kara’s fingers tangle into her hair, raised an eyebrow and sucked hard on
had come hard, her body wrecked from Lena’s ministrations rousing her
from her sleep; she was soaked, her arousal dripping down Lena’s chin as her
tongue flicked her clit in hard strokes.
shuddered and twitched her way through her orgasm and flipped Lena over to pin
her below before grinning and sliding down Lena’s torso to return the
breath hitched at the memory, her mind made up as to how she wanted to wake
Lena the next morning. The only problem; Lena was an incredibly early
night Kara had checked the alarm on her phone three times before she was
completely satisfied that she had actually set one. She snuggled into Lena and
shivered in anticipation of her plans for the following morning.
around 2am, her phone blared out; Alex on the other end informing her that
Supergirl was needed. By the time Kara actually made it back to their apartment
Lena had already left for L.Corp, a note next to the coffee pot reading;
weren’t here when I woke up- I’m guessing today is a huge caffeine fix day.
Love you x
persisted, determined to wake before Lena at least once. After a few ill-fated
attempts; Supergirl getting called out, Kara forgetting to set her alarm and a
conference call that required Lena to be up at a ridiculous hour, it finally
hearing picked up the quiet alarm she had set and she blinked her eyes open.
She couldn’t quite believe it when she saw Lena gently snoring next to her, her
dark hair splayed across the pillow. She had told Lena her plans which had
caused Lena to chuckle, ‘only if you can manage to wake before me, my
placed a gentle kiss to Lena’s shoulder before gently pushing Lena from her
side onto her back. She ghosted her fingertips across Lena’s nipples smirking
as they went hard, straining against the material of the worn out Supergirl top
she insisted on sleeping in.
lightly ran her finger down Lena’s body until they brushed through Lena’s
curls; after Kara had divulged her plans, Lena had taken to sleeping commando,
something which was driving Kara wild. Lena shifted slightly in her sleep and
cocked one of her legs.
started circling Lena’s clit with a single finger, occasionally sliding it down
to run through Lena’s folds, while sliding her body down, littering Lena’s body
with kisses. She carefully placed herself between Lena’s legs and removed her
finger, sucking it clean.
inhaled the scent that was so Lena and ran her tongue in one long stroke
from Lena’s folds up to her clit. Lena’s hips rolled slightly as Kara repeated
the motion and she heard a little sigh escape Lena.
continued to tease Lena with her tongue, delighting in the little moans that
Lena emitted every time she ran her tongue across her clit.
felt Lena stirring; her centre was grinding against Kara’s mouth and her
breathing had become heavier. A few minutes later Kara heard her name leave
Lena’s lips as her hand came down to thread itself into Kara’s curls.
Kara’ Lena moaned out as her head rolled back, her lower lip secured between
stroked her tongue harder, flicking Lena’s clit after each stroke.
so close darling’ Lena panted out.
a repeat of the move Lena had previously pulled on her, Kara simply retained
eye contact with Lena, raised an eyebrow and took Lena’s clit between her lips,
alternating between sucking and flicking it with her tongue.
cried out as her orgasm washed over her, her hips bucking wildly. She squirmed
as Kara kissed the top of her thighs before the Superhero scooted back up to
gather Lena into her arms.
beautiful’ Kara grinned as she placed a soft kiss to Lena’s forehead.
very good morning’ Lena chuckled out as she snuggled into Kara.
Do a McKirk HC out of the last movie you watched (or enjoyed watching).
Passengers AU, with some necessary changes to make it less cringe (can’t say I enjoyed it a lot, but… McKirk, ok)
Being abruptly woken up is terrifying. Jim is disoriented; struggling to breathe properly and have his eyes adjust to the light around him. “Welcome, Jim Kirk,” the hologram of a woman rings in his ears, “we hope you’ve slept well. When you’re ready, please find your room on the upper decks. A crew member will be there to assist you, if necessary.” Jim barely takes any of that in. He’s finally awake, though it feels like he went to sleep only a few minutes ago. He steps out of his cryobed and looks around; the other passengers still seemingly asleep, but he doesn’t think about it and instead finds his way to his room. It’s huge, luxurious, with a kingsize bed bigger than he’s ever seen. He’s definitely not complaining, and resists the urge for an immediate nap after having been asleep for so long already. So rather, he showers and gets dressed into something comfortable, then makes his way to the bar.
“Where is everybody?” he asks the bartender. “Around, surely,” the bartender replies, “whiskey?” “Yes, please,” Jim says, looking around curiously. When the bartender serves him his drink, Jim takes an eager sip. He’s neither hungry nor thirsty, yet it feels like he hasn’t eaten in years. Which, technically, is true. “So how long until we arrive?” Jim asks curiously. “Oh, 90 years, 2 weeks, and 3 days,” the bartender replies. Jim sips his drink, again, and only then realizes what the bartender is saying. “What?” “90 years, 2 weeks-” “No, I heard,” Jim says, “but what?”
Initially, being alone isn’t so bad. Jim gets to explore the areas of the ship that are otherwise off limits even to gold members such as himself. But after a few days, it gets boring. The only one he can talk to is his bartender, Scotty, and Scotty’s a robot. After weeks, or months (who knows at this point?), Jim stops caring about his appearance, because he’s alone, anyway. Often walking around naked or in pajamas because it’s comfortable. Often eating in Scotty’s presence so that he has someone to talk to. Stops shaving until he’s got a decent beard. But then, when he wanders around aimlessly in his pajamas, Jim suddenly becomes very aware of a continuous banging on one of the crew doors. And when he peaks through the small window, there’s another guy there. Awake. “Holy shit,” Jim mutters to himself, then tries to open the door from the outside, but to no avail. Not without any proper tools, anyway. So he breaks into the engineering rooms, finding whatever tools he deems useful, and after hours, the door finally breaks. “Oh, thank God,” he hears the other man say, and Jim finds himself pulled into a brief hug, “I thought I was going to starve to death.” “Are you okay?” “No,” the other says, “I woke up way too early. The door to the rest of the ship was locked, I had to live on whatever emergency rations were stashed here just in case, and I ran out nearly 4 days ago.” “Jesus,” Jim says, grabbing the stranger’s arm, “let me take you the canteen, then.”
Leonard McCoy, or Bones, is fascinating. A doctor, whose cryobed somehow also malfunctioned, a month or so after Jim’s did. Jim makes sure he’s properly fed, and then just doesn’t leave the guy alone, because Jim’s attention starved. No matter how much he likes Scotty, it doesn’t beat a real human being. And after Bones has showered and slept, and eaten properly, he looks damn handsome, too. Jim starts making an effort again, and takes Bones out on the ship to explore it together. Bones loves the swimming pool and the cinema, and, of course, the bar. He spends a lot of time in the med bay, too, catching up on crew profiles and any recent Earth studies they’ve received.
Jim is just completely smitten and doesn’t even know what to do with himself around Bones. Normally, flirting isn’t such a problem, but he feels a bit rusty after so long. So rather, he decides to take him on some romantic date idea. “C'mon,” he says, dragging Bones out of his research on how to put both of them back to sleep. That can wait, after all. He takes Bones to a special airlock, pointing at the astronaut suits. “They have these specially build, with a safety cord,” Jim says, “I went floating outside once to check it out.” “Are you insane?” Bones replies, and that’s… not quite what Jim was expecting. “It’s safe, Bones.” “You’re floating. In space. In a suit with limited oxygen,” Bones stresses, “only connected to the ship with a measly safety cord? Are you crazy?” “I thought it’d be fun,” Jim says. “That’s your definition of fun?!”
So, that didn’t work as expected. Jim is a little disappointed Bones doesn’t even want to try it out; and instead has to listen to the other list the dangers of space for what feels like hours. No matter, though, because when they arrive in the bar, Bones’ mood is considerably better. And afterwards, Jim walks him back to his room. He’s never actually been there, and when he does, he knows why. The crew cabins are considerably smaller, and Bones’ room contains at least 4 beds where otherwise other crew members would have slept. “Why are you staying here, man?” Jim asks, “you can have whatever room you want. Come check out mine, maybe it’ll change your mind.” And so he brings Bones to his room. His spacious, split level room with his own bar and cleaning robot. Despite that, though, it’s still incredibly messy, and he can feel Bones’ eyes judge him while Jim hastily cleans up some of his clothes from the floor. “Why do you even need all this space?” Bones asks, and Jim shrugs. “Y'know, to impress a handsome guest coming over,” he says. Bones’ expression softens, and Jim instantly feels more relaxed knowing Bones hasn’t rejected that comment. “Yeah? You always leave your room so messy for your handsome guests to see?” Bones asks, and Jim shrugs lightly. “Only you.” “Oh, I feel so special,” Bones replies. “You should be, because you are,” Jim says. And that works. Because Bones leans in to kiss him, and it’s the most wonderful thing in the world. Or, the second most wonderful thing, because Bones’ hands sneaking under his shirt while they find their way to Jim’s bed is even better.
Things get so much better from then on. Because no one is around, that means no one stops them from having sex pretty much anywhere. Jim falls rapidly more in love with this grumpy doctor. But then the ship malfunctions. Apparently, being hit by a meteoroid caused the ship to malfunction, waking Jim and Bones up sooner than expected, and the ship continues to shut down in several places. Lights flicker repeatedly, and after a blaring alarm, they find out the engine is close to overheating.
Consulting the engineering manuals, they find out there’s a safety latch outside the ship that can help the engine from overheating, but that requires actually going out there. Bones is already panicking about that before Jim suggests putting on the suit and going out there. The prospect of the whole ship potentially overheating and blowing up is enough of a reason for Bones to let Jim go outside, but only barely so.
“Are you okay?” Bones asks into the communication system when he hears Jim struggling outside. “Yeah, zero gravity’s a little difficult to work with,” Jim replies, “the latch is stuck.” “I’m near the engine room,” Bones says, “it doesn’t look good, Jim.” “Way to put more pressure on me. I’m trying my best here,” Jim replies. “Try harder,” Bones says, and Jim huffs. He tugs and pulls at that stupid latch, until it finally opens - and the sudden blast of hot air shooting outside sweeps Jim off his feet. The cord keeping him attached to the ship tightens around his waist, and then snaps. “Bones,” Jim calls out while he’s spinning uncontrollably through space, “Bones, I’m in trouble.” “You did it!” Bones calls out. “Bones,” Jim stresses, “the cord broke, I can’t get back.” “What?” “I can’t get back inside.” “Are you joking?” Bones says. Jim’s quietly panicking, though he tries not to make it sound like he is. “It’s okay,” he says, “I’m almost out of oxygen, I can’t get back. It won’t take long-” “Shut up,” Bones replies, “you’re gonna get back to the ship, okay?” Jim nods, though of course, Bones can’t see that. “Just know that if I can’t– I mean, Bones, you should know–” “Save it,” Bones replies, “no need to mention it. Just get back to the damn ship.” It gets harder to breathe rather quickly, and the constant tumbling around is dizzying, so it doesn’t take long for Jim to just pass out completely.
Jim must be dead. Has to be, right? His suit ran out of oxygen. His cord broke. He has to be dead. But when he opens his eyes, he’s back inside the ship. Bones is asleep on a chair next to his bed, though when Jim grunts, Bones instantly wakes up. “How did I get here?” Jim asks, sitting up straight with Bones’ help, who checks out his eyes, takes his temperature - but most importantly, kisses him breathless for a while. “Did you float out into space to save me?” Jim asks, and Bones shrugs. “t Was no big deal. I save your stupid ass all the time.” Jim laughs, cupping Bones’ cheeks and kissing him again. “I love you,” he says. Because it’s true. It’s not because he was on the brink of death. It’s because Bones is the most wonderful human being he’s ever met.
“These bio beds,” Bones says, “they have the ability to freeze you and put you back to sleep.” “Seriously?” Jim asks, and Bones nods. “I can put us back under, Jim.” “Both of us, are you sure?” Jim asks carefully, and Bones nods. “I can put us back to sleep, and we should wake up just before our arrival,” Bones says, and so Jim smiles. “Okay,” he says. He watches Bones as he initializes the program on two medical beds (– after all, there would be more than one bed on a ship with over 5000 passengers). Once he’s done, Jim leans in to kiss him. “See you in 89 years?” he asks, and Bones laughs. “Yes, see you soon,” he says, before Jim nods back to sleep in his new bed.
Being abruptly woken up is terrifying. Jim is disoriented; again. He feels dizzy when he sits up straight. “Welcome, Mr. Kirk,” a female voice rings again. This time, though, it’s an actual woman talking to him. “My name is Christine Chapel,” she says, “I’ve read in Leonard’s journal that you two’ve had quite a journey. Are you feeling okay?” “Leonard,” Jim says, looking around at the other bed, though it’s empty, “where is he?” For some reason, his mind wanders to their last encounter. What if Bones had put him under and couldn’t get back to sleep himself? What if Bones had to spend all those years alone, and– “Good morning, darlin’,” Bones’ voice calls out to him. Bones is dressed in a white doctor’s outfit, and Jim lets out a relieved sigh. “They wake up crew a month beforehand, figured I’d let you sleep a little longer,” Bones says, leaning in to kiss Jim’s lips softly. Jim lets him linger a little longer, arms around Bones’ shoulders to keep him close. “Are we almost there, then?” Jim asks as Bones helps him up on his feet, and Bones nods. “We’re actually already there. Tomorrow, we’ll descend to the planet.” “A day away from planet Vulcan,” Jim sighs, staring out the giant window in medbay to look at the looming red planet in front of them, “sure beats 89 years.” “Yeah,” Bones says, “though I’d happily do 89 years on a stupid ship with you.”
Prompt: You let Chanyeol cheat because you’re dying of an illness
Word Count: 2050
To Chanyeol, whom I love.
It’s a funny thing, or at least I find it funny, ironic even to begin an introduction with analyzing farewells. Please do not take this in an ominous way, I do not mean for that sort of tone. Just lighthearted pensivity that comes with being stuck in the same room everyday. A way to let go of my thoughts.
There are so, so many ways to say goodbye, have you thought about it? A simple, curt “bye.” If you repeat it, “bye-bye,” it’s childlike, cuter, friendly. Some dialects transform it to “buh-bye.”
Have a nice day, afternoon, evening: Friendly. Well wishing. Used in a slightly more formal context.
See you later: Casual, hopeful, cheery.
Farewell: Final, formal, tinged with emotion. Slightly outdated. Originating from “fare thee well,” meaning travel happily, safely.
Take care: A more modern version of “farewell.” Take care of yourself, while I’m gone. Take care of yourself while we are parted.
And finally, the root concept:
A parting with good feelings.
Often a formal way to verbally initiate a separation, and ironically, although the word itself uses “good,” it is often found in situations blanketed by negativity. Frustration with family members when you slam your room door as a child, or when you angrily press the red button to hang up. Breaking up. Believing you will never see someone again.
Knowing you won’t see them again.
Forgive me, Chanyeol. I didn’t want this to turn dark again. I meant to write this with the happiness of your smile, like the sun. The glow of your cheeks, like the full moon on a cloudless night. The twinkle in your eye like that of stars.
For the past seemingly endless months, I’ve been in countless rooms, all the same.
White. A color to symbolize purity. Cleanliness.
You get sick of it very quickly.
The walls are white, the curtains are white, the pillows, the blankets, the clothes are white. It’s to bring the facade of perfection though I am imperfect. I am not pure. I am not clean. I am riddled with spreading disease.
The paradox that many things change yet remain the same, and many things remain the same yet are changed. Different rooms, all the same. There’s always a doctor, though each room holds a different one.
Different rooms, different doctors, different facilities, different treatments, different results, different pains stretching over my body, fluctuating in intensity. All the same questions, the same procedures, the same pinch of the needle, the same emptiness inside, the same boredom, the same color, the same pain plaguing my mind. The same Chanyeol always by my side, holding my hands, kissing my cheeks, hugging me close, wary of the various tubes and machines.
The same Chanyeol.
I remember the first time walking into a hospital like this, as a patient. Tests and doctors and drawing blood and taking samples and scans and everything all at once.
Professionally in order for them.
Confusing and chaotic for us. You held my hand tightly.
I remember before the first surgery to get the growth, the t-word, to get it out. I was so scared. I was terrified for weeks. I cried so much. I was worried but I was hopeful. It was still shocking to think of myself having the c-word. I never imagined this. You kissed my cheeks, carrying my tears away.
I remember the day the doctor entered the room, coat as white, as clean, as pure as ever. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Both of you have been fighting so hard.” He looked at you, eyes forlorn. “You may want to sit down.”
They had spread to my lungs. They were eating, feasting away at my breath. I was in too much pain to cry. I was too numb from so much pain. All I could do was lay there, staring, listening to you cry out the pain for me. For us. You held me in your arms. You were broken, wary of the various tubes and machines that had become part of me.
The next morning, early afternoon, when we woke up, I said I still had time. Limited, but everyone has limited time. No one lives forever. Just some longer than others. I still had over a year left. A year and a half. I would lose my hair, and I would receive more scars, but I still had a year and a half with friends and family. A year and a half with you.
And now we are trapped in what seems like an endless cycle. A repeat of yesterday happened the day before and the day before that and before that and before that…Seemingly endless. But we both know how it ends. We both know when it will end.
We both know my days are numbered. I don’t know the number. Neither do you, nor the doctors and their white coats.
It is a number known only by God.
I believe I’ve given up on attempting to ward off tragedy. But I knew since the beginning of this letter that I would eventually succumb to it. After all, I am the one writing this.
You are still the same, but different. Still sleeping next to me, holding my hand. Still bringing me flowers and gifts and movies and affection and love. Thank you for staying the same.
The passcode to your phone has always been the same. It touches my heart that you trust me that much.
I’ve betrayed you.
You were sleeping, eyes puffy from crying with me. You always cried with me. I don’t know how many times you’ve cried alone, but you’ve always been there with me to kiss away my tears. How long have you stayed in this same white room with me? I apologize for taking away from your life. We’re both young, and you’ve spent so much time with me in the same white rooms that were always changing. But for the past year and a half, we’ve been living in one room, now. How nice.
I digress again.
Forgive me, my mind tends to wander along these walls I’ve memorized months and months and months ago.
You were sleeping beside me.
I was reading.
Your phone lit up.
There was a number unknown to me, and I was curious.
I’ve betrayed your trust. Please forgive me.
But as I betrayed your trust, it was also fed to me.
I was angry…no, that’s a childish word. Furious. Livid. Wrathful. I wanted to scream at you. I wanted to rip you from your dreams so you could see my shattered reality. I wanted to hurt you. The one place where I was barricaded from pain by your hands, your embrace, your kiss. It’s now broken.
For the first time, I cried by myself.
You were there, but I was alone.
My emotions whipped my mind into a maelstrom. My tears were silent as I read. I wanted to look away. I wanted to stop. I wanted to smash your phone into the white walls. Break a hole in the plaster. Create something new for me to look at.
My heart…it hurts more than my body.
She said that she loves you too.
I’m telling you this because in my rage I deleted her response. Her words for you. The response that she had stolen from my lips, from my heart. Those were supposed to be my words.
I wanted to delete the whole chain of messages. Your pain, her comfort, words of affection and love exchanged between you both. I wanted to erase them so you would know that I knew.
But then I realized that you would know. You would know that I found out.
My heart aches, for I am not something that will last for much longer.
If you knew that I knew, what kind of guilt would eat at your heart?
More than what you feel now is the correct answer.
You are the same Chanyeol that took me on sporadic trips. The same Chanyeol that wrote songs for me, about me, to me. The same Chanyeol that held my hand through all those tests, who kissed my frightened tears away, who held my painful body so delicately, so securely in your arms.
Yet you are a different person now.
I thought the look in your eye was because my time was drawing close. And it was, but it was more. It was guilt.
Did you curse yourself? Scream questions to yourself about how you could love two people at once?
It is possible. Like how a parent loves their children. Like how I would rather die for all of my friends rather than have to pick just one.
It is possible.
Set your mind at ease.
Set your heart at ease.
I want you to be free from this guilt. I won’t last much longer. It’s already too much for me to get out from under these white sheets and stretch my legs. It hurts too much. It’s too harsh on my lungs. My lungs that are being chewed away.
Don’t tell me not to say it, because it’s true and we need to face it like how we faced all those other tests, all those other trials.
My year and a half is over.
I’m going to die soon.
I can feel it.
I am not writing this to hurl you into more guilt, please, Chan. For months you’ve tried to hide yourself from me. But as much as it hurts, I wish I had known sooner. It brings me peace that you will be able to move on after a little bit of time. I know I still matter to you, that you still love me, that you will miss me when I’m gone, and that comforts me. But it brings me joy that she understands, that she loves you too, that she will wait for you to be ready to move on.
Take it Chanyeol.
Take your life back.
You are still young.
I’ve taken away years. You’ve been with me in plain white rooms for years, and I thank you beyond what words can ever say. But she can free you from these white walls. She can bring you to green grass and blue skies. Orange sunsets and pink sunrises. The velvety purple of dusk. The yellow sun. A silver moon. Twinkling stars, like your eyes when you smile.
You don’t smile much anymore. I miss it. But that’s ok, as long as you let yourself smile later with her.
With every bit of passion and care as you did with me and more.
I feel so happy, so secure because of you. Let her feel the same, please. Share it with her, your love. Don’t let guilt chain your warmth and smiles and kisses and hugs and laughter to a breathless body.
Don’t feel guilty, Chanyeol, I beg you.
You have so much to give, don’t waste it on someone who won’t be able to return it anymore.
Before the pain started, when we shared plans about the future. Vacations, pets, where to live, a home, how many kids, all the soft whispers, the promises. Make new ones with her. Move on when you’re ready, but don’t linger for too long. I want you to enjoy your life.
I wish I could’ve met her. I wish I could thank her for bringing you happiness during this time of sorrow and loss. I wish I could tell her all the things you like, all the things you don’t like. Your habits, the good ones and the bad ones and the annoying, trivial ones. I wish I could tell her everything I know about you.
But it would be more intimate for you both to figure it out together.
I want this letter to end with a beginning. My book has ended, but there’s a new chapter for you. Please continue to write in it. As you move on with your limited time, cherish life.
Take care of yourself, for I want you to be happy when I see you later.
I LOVE THIS CHAPTER I LOVE THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH! Wade just doesn’t stand a chance against the sheer amount of charm Peter has. And Peter is falling in love as well. Almost edited most of this out because OH MY GOD it is fluffy enough to choke you, but I LOVE IT! So I hope you guys do too :)
Enjoy :) *************** Somehow, breakfast together became a regular thing, and sometimes Wade made pancakes, other times Peter woke up early and had food waiting. At first they didn’t talk at all, sitting on opposite sides of the big table, and Peter always had a book to read, so Wade just watched him as he ate, content to stare at the beautiful boy from under his hood.
But then one day, Peter started reading aloud from the book, his voice soft and full of awe reading whichever story had caught his attention. Wade had shrugged and made a comment about how he saw the hero of the story as selfish, and Peter’s pretty mouth had dropped in shock, and he came back with a scathing retort before realizing what he’d said. Wade had been so surprised at the vehement reply that he all he could do was laugh, and after an awkward moment Peter started laughing as well. It became a habit then, Peter reading from his book and then they would talk about it for a few minutes, comparing their favorite parts, or arguing good naturedly about certain characters.
Every day they talked a little more, every day Peter smiled a little more, and Wade found it harder and harder to keep his distance, harder and harder to keep himself closed off.
One morning, maybe three weeks after the fight with the wolves, Wade noticed that Peter was re-reading a book for the third or fourth time. “Do you like that book more than the others?” he asked, and waited a beat. “Peter?” he said, a little louder and the boy jumped, startled from his chapter.
“Sorry.” he smiled and Wade hated how that made him warm inside. “Um, yes, I like it alright. Fairy tales aren’t really what holds my interest, but I’ve read the others so many times, I thought I’d try this one again.”
“Did you bring them with you? The books?”
“No.” Peter’s cheeks tinged a little pink. “I found them one day when I was exploring the castle. I hope you don’t mind me taking them. They were dusty and I figured no one else was reading them so–”
“Of course I don’t mind.” Wade mumbled, and Peter smiled again before going back to reading. Wade watched him surreptitiously for a few more minutes.
“Come with me.” Wade made a sudden decision and pushed his chair back from the dining room table, crossing the room to where Peter sat, hand out.
Peter just glanced up from his book curiously. “Where are we going? You didn’t even finish your food.”
“Come on.” Without even thinking about his actions, Wade clasped his big hand around Peter’s wrist and started tugging on him, but Peter cried out and jerked away so fast he fell backwards out of his chair, hitting the ground hard.
Wade scrambled back several steps, folding his arms over his chest and dying inside because Peter had jumped like Wade’s touch burned and that nearly killed him. He had thought they had moved past Peter being scared of him but fuck he had almost screamed feeling Wade’s hands on him.
“I’m so sorry.” Peter jumped to his feet. “I didn’t mean to pull away like that. That wasn’t about you. I’m–” he closed his eyes and tried to pull himself together. Wade had grabbed him and all Peter could think of was Harry putting his hands on him, and had reacted before he could think.
“That wasn’t about you.” He repeated, softer this time, because Wade’s shoulders were hunched, his face hidden even farther beneath the hood of his ever present cloak.
“I shouldn’t have touched you. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Wade mumbled and withdrew a little more.
“No.” Peter shook his head. “No it’s fine. Just a bad memory and I reacted too quickly. It wasn’t you, it wasn’t.” He moved closer. “Please.” He held his hand out, waiting, wanting him to try again, but Wade turned and fled the room instead.
170428 [FANACCOUNT] GREETING EXO @ LAX/ MEETING HAHA BY ACCIDENT AND THEN EVENTUALLY ENDING UP ON HIS INSTAGRAM POST/EXORDIUM IN L.A. EXPERIENCE
Hey guys, I’m back again for another fan account and boy was it like the best day of my life. OMG…if you don’t feel like reading all of this, I’m just going to leave some highlights for you and of course I’ll bold the most relevant parts.
ME @ LAX TO GREET EXO BECAUSE OF FANGIRL SHENANIGANS
Fluffy valentine’s day scenario, because I wanted to write something for Valentine’s day and I chose Genji cause he’s my fav
You woke up early, excited for the day. Today was Valentine’s day and you had something special planned. As the day approached you had realized that you didn’t know if Valentine’s Day was even celebrated in Japan. So you had looked it up and discover that it was traditional for women to give men chocolate on that day, and the chocolate was often handmade. That decided what you would be doing. You asked Angela for a personal day (like quite a few other agents were doing), Which she readily agreed to. Everyone had been hard and she didn’t mind people taking off Valentine’s to be with their significant others.
Thanking God that you had one of the quarters with a small kitchen in it, you got out the chocolate making supplies. You didn’t have to worry about Genji coming and interrupting you since he had volunteered to a training exercise for some of the new recruits.
3 ½ hours later you had succeeded, and you had a batch of delicious chocolate to give your boyfriend and another to share with friends. You went around to your friends, giving them small boxes of chocolate. You gave them to Angela, Mei, Lucio, and even Hanzo; and left them at the quarters of Jesse, Lena, and most of the others since they were out.
A little before the mess hall started serving dinner you saw a line of the recruits Genji had been training walking to their quarters sporting various bruises. You smiled to yourself as you walked down the hall; everyone who came to Overwatch was skilled, but not many could keep up the ninja cyborg.
Since the training was over you decided to go find him since you hadn’t talked to him all day, and you had the chocolate. But he wasn’t at the training ground, his quarters, or anywhere also you searched. You finally saw Zenyatta and asked him if he knew where Genji was.
“Have you tried the cliffside?” was the omnics only suggestion.
“No, I haven’t, I’ll try there next. Thank you!“ you had no idea why Genji might be by the cliffside but Zenyatta knew Genji better than anyone, even you. He wouldn’t suggest the cliffside if he didn’t think it was a good idea. So that’s where you headed.
The cliffs overlooked the ocean, providing a view that was both breathtakingly beautiful and terrifying as the water at the cliff base was full of sharp rocks. But there was no sign of Genji. You were about to head back to base when two hands suddenly covered your eyes and a familiar voice said “There you are, you finally showed up.”
“I didn’t know you were waiting for me,” you told Genji as you put your hands over his to try and move them away from your eyes.
“I asked Zenyatta to direct you this way, I have a surprise for you. And no, you can’t look yet,” he told as you tried in vain to move his hands. He kept one hand over your eyes and took your hand in his other and led you slowly along the path. As you walked you asked him where you were going, still conscious of the wrapped gift of chocolate that was in your hand.
A few minutes later you stopped and Genji took his hand off your eyes. In front of you was a table tables set for two in the middle of one of the groves of trees that grew on the cliffs. The table was set to be simple but gorgeous with wildflowers decorating it.
You turned to your boyfriend, “Genji it’s beautiful!”
“I’m glad you like it, [Name].”
“I do, but you didn’t have to, I know it’s not traditional in Japa-” you cut yourself, not wanting to reveal that you had also been thinking about the holiday, but you were too late.
“How do you know what’s traditional in Japan?” he asked with a teasing smirk.
“I know how to look things things up the Internet,” you told him. “Speaking of…” not seeing a better opportunity than now you held out the wrapped chocolate to him.
He looked at you, but you couldn’t tell what his face looked like under the mask as he opened the package. He looked the chocolate then back at you then back at the chocolate. “[Name], you didn’t have to…” the next moment he was hugging you, “But I am not sorry you did.”
You hugged him back, “Dinner looks delicious.” He let you go, led you to the table, and pulled out your chair for you. After you were seated he sat in the other chair and took off his mask, letting you see his face.
The grin on his face mirrored your own as you started the romantic meal he had prepared.
A/N: Err… Well, I’m still alive! It’s been a while, but I’m finally free from any responsibilities for now, so here’s this night’s first request! I’ll be posting lots of stuff tonight, so for my fellow night owls out there; enjoy the ride ;D Also, sorry for the shitty name, i have no imagination whatsoever
Requested by @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch: Benedict x reader. Benedict comes home early from filming. To surprise his girlfriend. Only to find police and the press outside their home because they were broken into while his girlfriend and their new puppy were inside when it happened
A/N: I’ve been rewatching The Walking Dead since early before December break from my school. Then I soon realized that I wanted to write something about Carl Grimes. It started out as me giving myself a prompt for an imagine that should have been only a little over 3,000 words but this has developed much farther into an actual novella. I found that I kept wanting to pull more out of it and develop more. If you aren’t aware a novella is considered short novel or very prolonged short story. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did throughout this amazing month of writing it
- Sincerely, Newtandthediamonds
Prompt: Set in mid-season finale time frame of the sixth season of the Walking Dead, this will dive into the mid-sets of two teenagers in the impending apocalypse. Just surrounding Carl losing his eye and their lives seeming to come together just before this happens, the reader tries to adjust to these sudden changes. Will Carl stay in his state of cynicism after the incident or move on? More importantly, will the reader be able to do anything about it?