why are we slowing down

kiyumiarashi  asked:

Tell us about the parrots and the zipline? That sounds like the worst thing to happen ever.

Oh boy ok brace yourself cause this entire debacle was just a mess. Imma tell the story of this entire day cause it was just absolute bs 

So I’m in Mexico with my family, yknow, having a nice vacation. My dad doesn’t do heat, so it was just my grandparents, my mom, and me. Keep in mind, I was like, 16 at the time, so this was a few years ago now. 

So, i fully admit, I’m a bit of an adrenaline junkie. Always have been, always will be. So when they said we could go to a massive park that was 90% underground, and the rest was like 300ft in the air, i jumped at the opprotunity.

so we get there and I immediatly beeline for the ziplines. Now, you can’t just do one of these suckers. Once you do one, there’s no going back until you’ve conquered all 12 (or something like that, there was a lot.) It took the better part of two exhausting hours to get through them all. 

So before the parrot issue there was some other bs first. We brought my best friend with me that year, but because we were both too light, we had to go tandum for a lot of the lines, or else we wouldn’t make it across. We’d just get stuck in the middle of the line dangling like a pinata, and no body wants that.

so the first bs comes along. I’m singing the batman theme song to keep my friend calm, because she is not a fan of heights. Like, we are screaming NANANANANANANA BATMAAAAAN at the top of our lungs. And we look ahead and see this massive gap in the trees. Now, we’d gone over a couple cinotes already where we could see the people doing the under ground activities. We figued, hey, let’s laugh at the people doing the river swim that’ll make us feel better. SO we get up on it and my friend starts freak tf out. It wasn’t a cinote.

it was a snake pit.

A massive round, man made snake pit will with hundreds of writhing snakes. They were climbing the walls, even the trees that were like 3ft from our toes. So we’re freaking out like “I don’t wanna be indiana jones i’m too young!!” But we pass it with no problem. We keep going another few second or so, and we see another break in the trees. We’re bracing like cause we assume it was another snake pit. It wasn’t.

It was a crocodile pit.

cue freak out number two.

but we pass it and all is well. Then we come onto the landing strip. We were just starting out so this one was pretty low to the ground. And then i see a weird shape on the grass landing pad.

There was a crocodile on the lawn

we freaked OUT like you wouldn’t believe.

so we’re soaring at this thing and there’s no stopping. We’re waving at the guys who are supposed to catch us with a net like “yo guys u got a coc problem.” and they don’t seem bothered in the slightest. We pass over this thing and it doesn’t move, but i’m 99% sure i tried to kick it. Now we’re free we’re safe and we should be slowing down…why aren’t we slowing down.

we slam into the safety net full force and bounce back a couple feet. When we manage to unhook ourselves we find the two duded pissing themselves laughing.

it was a fake crocodile. i tried to kick a concrete lawn ornament.

onto the parrots.

for this next one my friend was freaking out, as we were over 300ft up. I wanted to go asap so i went attached to my mom instead. At this point, i am alrady 5′8″, and my mom is like 5′5″. so you have this massive beanpole of a child strapped to her tiny mother. So we take off and our combined weight has us absolutely flying down the line. It’s all idealyic and serene, and i’m enjoying my crocodile free cruise. I look down and through a break in the trees i spot the amphibian vehicles going in and out of the cave systems. All good. Right beside them is a pack of leopards sunning themselves on a rock, which is also directly below us. and im thinking “wow, this would a crappy time to fall” immediatly i hear


my legs hurt all of a sudden. I glance down and see blood dripping down my leg. Mom is screaming/laughing.

we hit a flock of parents mid flight

and they were pissed.

So im screaming and swatting at them, they’re screeching like little feathered demons and pecking t us, some were dangling off my shoe laces, shriekingly like hellions. I still have scars from those suckers. They eventually fly off starnig us down like “dont ever come to our terf again” 

we finished the ziplines without incident after that.

but my day isnt over yet.

we have a wonderful lunch, i get my legs cleaned up, and we make the trek to the amphibian vehicles i saw earlier. We hop in and we’re going through the motions. Up and down, into caves and out. Super cool. Loved it.Then we come to where i saw the leopards.

all the cars in front of us pass without incident.

the second we roll up the leopards perk up and start running after us

cue freakout number 4654783

now, my grandpa is driving and i’m sitting there, with nothing but a mesh door between me and a pack of leopards

“grandpa go faster, we gotta goooo” and he just looks at me all calm like

“i know why they’re here.”


He just calmly, oh so casually, pulls out a hot dog from lunch.I just kinda stare at him like GRANDPA

Obviously i do the smart thing

i grab that stupid hot dog at chuck at the nearest leopard

i hit it in the face

they all fall on each other trying to get a taste of that mustardy goodness and we take that moment to make our escape

and that was my” wth is going on in mexico extravaganza”

and that day didn’t even include the sting ray incident

Imagine Scott and Lydia talking about 5x16 after they get their memories back:

Scott grabs Lydia’s hand and sits her down in a chair across from him. 

“Lydia, do you remember when Stiles saved your life?”

“Which time are you referring to?”

Scott showed a small laugh and let out a sigh.

“Remember when Stiles and I were rushing you to the animal clinic after the escape from Eichen.”

“Well I remember being in so much pain. I remember hearing Stiles screaming my name banging the door over and over. I remember leaning back in relief seeing Stiles burst through those 2 doors…”

Lydia paused for a minute, she let out a breath that she wasn’t even aware of holding in. Scott looked concerned, until Lydia finished her sentence.

“I felt so safe when he had his arms around me. He always tried to be one step ahead of me, and his chin would sometimes brush over my head. He caught me in his arms every time I collapsed and his body heat would stop my shivering.”

“I remember how close we were in the jeep. My eyes were focused on his traceable moles. I still remember it, every last detail.”

“You know I could of killed both of you that night, with just one scream.”

“Yeah but you didn’t. Even when the mirror cracked it gave me the urge to drive even faster.”

“I broke Stiles’ mirror?”

“Yeah, but it technically wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t control yourself.”

“But Scott, Stiles didn’t even bat an eye. Doesn’t that boy love his jeep more than anything in this world.”

“Lydia, he loves you more than anything in this world.”

Lydia showed a shy smile while looking down at the carpeted floor. The same shy smile she always tried to hide from Stiles.

“Lydia what else do you remember about that night?”

“I remember you guys carrying me into the clinic. My body felt terrible, like this kind of pain spreading everywhere and it wouldn’t go away.

Lydia paused to catch her breath.

"I screamed. I screamed so loud the windows shattered into pieces and everything just went dark and silent. I thought I killed everyone in that room. I thought I even killed myself.”

“But I couldn’t have killed myself… because I opened my eyes and I saw the same traceable moles. I gazed up to see Stiles, he was the first person I saw. Stiles saved me.”

“Lydia that’s what I need to tell you about.”

“What do you need to tell me Scott?”

“The darkness you felt… the silence you heard…”

“I remember watching Stiles hold onto your face. He was begging for your life, begging for you to wake up. He was breaking apart every second you wouldn’t respond.”

“Lydia, I didn’t even hear a single heart beat come out of you. You were dead.”

“I remember getting violent flashbacks to Allison’s death. I thought "how the hell am I gonna deal with telling my best friend the girl he loves is dead, and how the hell am I gonna live the rest of my life knowing one of my best friends died”.“

The room went silent, Lydia was trying to absorb this all in.

"Stiles kept looking over at me, almost like a puppy crying for help. I just stood there absolutely frozen.”

“I thought it was all over. I thought there was no way to bring you back to life. No supernatural tricks could ever fix this. Everything was gone.”

“But it was Stiles, no tricks, no super powers, no extraordinary thing. It was just Stiles. Stiles repeatedly asking you to open your eyes, urging you to wake up. Stiles who was slowly tearing apart from reality realizing he would still be alive in a world where you’re not. Stiles, who was about to have a panic attack you wouldn’t be able to fix.”

Scott stared off into the distance. A focused object crossing between another gave him a blur.

“I knew exactly how he felt. It felt like he was holding his own life, his whole future planed ahead with that person. His whole world shattered into pieces within seconds. Nothing will ever feel the same.”

A tear streamed down Scotts right eye. Lydia reached out to hold his hand across the table in comfort. She misses Allison. And now she misses Stiles. Everything Scott just said is everything she’s feeling right now. Her world doesn’t feel complete without the boy she loves. 

“Why has no one ever told me this before?”

“Stiles and I have discussed it before. He thought it wasn’t important for you to know. "As long as you were alive and still here”.“

Lydia felt a cold shiver headed her way. She really wished for Stiles’ presence because all she wanted to do right now was hold him in her arms. She wanted to grasp his soft dark brown hair in her small hands, she wanted to smell his cheap cologne and laundry detergent used for his flannels. Because for Lydia, all of that was her world. Stiles is her whole world.

"Why did you decide to tell me this now?”

“Because it’s pretty huge Lydia. You can’t just bring someone back to life like that. You guys have a special connection. A bond that can’t be broken.”

Lydia’s breathing started slowing down.

“And that’s why we felt his presence. That’s why we never forgot him.”

“YOU never forgot him Lydia. You were the one who figured it out. You’re the second half of the equation, the second side to the same coin.”

Scott and Lydia stood up from their seats to get a drink, resting their elbows on the kitchen island.

“It’s me isn’t it. I’m the one who’s gonna be able to bring him back.”

“Yeah and now we need to think like Stiles.”

“What’s that?”

“Come up with a plan.”


The lights of the theater faded behind you, dipping behind a hill of concrete. A few cars chugged past on the main street, headlights shining like eyes in the dark.

Your mouth stretched into a wide grin, and you picked up the pace to a jog as you crossed the almost abandoned thoroughfare. Even after the two of you were safely on the sidewalk, you didn’t slow down.

“___ love, why are we running?” Newt asked you, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“I don’t know.” You laughed, feeling the wind push your hair back off your forehead.

Crossing another street, and dodging around a few small trees that were planted on the edges of the sidewalk, the two of you broke out into a run. Your car was parked at the bottom of a gentle hill that was rapidly coming closer, and the fire of competition was lit.

With a sudden burst of speed, you drew ahead of Newt, legs burning. A feeling of jubilation swept through you, but was rapidly quashed when he soared ahead as if he had wings on his heels.

“Wh- how?” You panted, slowing down to a walk as you reached the car. Gasping for air, you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped you. “I never knew you were that fast.”

Newt shrugged, looking at you over the top of your car. You noticed with dismay that he wasn’t even out of breath. “I get lots of practice.” You could have sworn he winked at you.

Leaning against the car door, you tilted your head back to look up at the night sky above. “The stars are out.” You almost whispered, gazing in awe at the hundreds of little twinkling gems in the sky. “Aren’t they beautiful?”

“Yes. They are.” Newt’s voice was quiet, and he was looking at you.

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Realize -- Chapter Twenty “Hairline Cracks”

Tom HiddlestonxReader  

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If you think about this, we have autonomous car technology coming in right now. It’s getting to the point where you can sit back in the car and it drives itself, Imagine in the near-future when the cars keep getting smarter and smarter and after one day they just go, ‘Why do we need human beings anymore? They’re just slowing us down. It’s just extra weight, let’s get rid of them.’ But the car takes on the personality of the last person who drove it.
—  Cars 3 Creative director Jay Ward (On why we never see humans in the cars movies)

great now i will forever feel afraid, untrusting and have night terrors about hopping into cars

anonymous asked:

hello! was the donation ever completed?

hey! yes, ½ of the donation has been completed. it’s taken longer than we thought, mainly because the person in charge of managing the donations (bruna) lives in a profoundly fiscally bureaucratic country, as we’ve discovered when we started this process. that’s why we’ve had to slow down proceedings and do some proper research to find out the best way to transfer the money so as to not 1) unnecessarily lose any money making currency exchanges 2) get the money to the charities in a timely manner, but observing the limits of the law

here’s the receipt for the ½ that has been donated to rainbow railroad (a total of USA $4100 and CAD $5604,44), and we’ll let you guys know when the last ½ is completed (which should be asap):

ok so i caved & added new muses !! if anyone would like to plot w/ them or have a starter, like this or msg me !! while i work on their pages, have a little bit about them under the cut

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I Wanna Be More - Martin Garrix and Y/N.

A/N - Sorry it took forever and a day to finish. I though this was cute, a little short though. I hope that’s not a problem.

Requested by anonymous - Can u make one with him where he asks me if i want to be his gf and how much he hates that we’re just friends

Martin’s POV

Patiently, I sat on a metal bench enjoying the afternoon breeze. People wondered past looking furious and angry. Typical day. Everyone is always so angry. Not caring about the people around. I tapped my foot steadily to a beat. “Hey.” A familiar voice sounded from behind me. I turned my head to look and was met by a beautiful sight. A smile spread across her lips “Hey.” I responded, standing up as she walked closer. I gently wrapped my arms around her pulling my friend into a hug. “So what are we going to see?” “Whatever you want. I know you wanted to go see The Maze Runner or we could go see Paranormal activity?” I presented her with a small smile. “Either.” She shrugged. We stood awkwardly in the middle of the street as we decided on a movie. “So we’re seeing Paranormal activity?” I asked. “Yep so when are the others coming?The movie is gonna start soon.” “Oh uh they couldn’t make it” I lied. The truth was I hadn’t invited them, I wanted to be alone with her. “Oh Bella never told me that, maybe I should text her.” “Nah it’s cool, I mean you get to spend the whole afternoon with just me so who needs her.” She giggled at my words, giving me a sense of reassurance. “Shall we?” I stated, offering my hand. A frown danced onto her face as she placed her hand in mine. I pulled her along towards the cinema. We entered, the smell of popcorn hitting us quickly. I bought the tickets, she insisted on paying me back but I wasn’t having any of it. Walking into the screening room, I looked around. There wasn’t many people here. A group of young boys sat in the corner and a women who had to be at least in her mid 30s sat three rows back. Her eyes locked on us. Y/N looked at me and I smiled before winking at the lady. I heard a familiar giggle from next to me as she pushed me up the stairs. “Stop flirting with other girls Martin. I’m right here.” She joked. “I can’t help it.” We found our seats. Back row, exactly in the middle. “Oh fuck I forgot my popcorn.” She laughed. “I’ll be right back, do you want anything.” “No but don’t leave me alone, I’ll look like a weirdo with no friends.” She whined “oh so they’ll see the real you then.” “Fuck you.” She countered, shoving me slightly. Rolling my eyes, I made my way out of the theatre. Y/N trailed quickly behind me. I ordered a large salted popcorn. She came up to me and took a kernel, popping it into her mouth. “Ew I don’t like salted..” I cocked an eyebrow “That’s what you get for stealing my food.” She shrugged, taking another piece. I narrowed my eyes in on her, an all too attractive smirk arose in her lips and she winked as we made our way back. We sank back into our seats just as the trailers began. “I have to go see that. James Franco is my favourite ” “Mine too.” I nodded. She gazed at me then back to the screen. “I think that looks good.” Y/N commented as the next movie trailer finished. “Me too.” “Stop it.” She shoved my playfully. “Stop what?” Rolling her eyes she returned to the screen before saying. “I definitely have to go see that and let me guess you do too.” Her gaze fell in my direction. “No it looks shit.” I laughed. The lights went down as the movie began. It wasn’t a long film so I’m glad I picked it, plus Y/N kept jumping so eventually I risked putting my hand on her knee for reassurance. She let me. Her head also found its way onto my shoulder. 

After the movie ended, we exited into the evening atmosphere. People dressed up for meals. Teens making their way into the cinema. I turned to face her. “Wanna grab something to eat?” “What time is it?” She asked, looking to her phone. “Hmm maybe I should get going.” “Aww come on, be a big girl and stay out a little while longer. I’ll even pay for the food.” I tempted. Hesitating, Y/N stared at her phone. “Uh fine but can we just go to like McDonalds or something? It’s on the way to my house.” “Sure I need to talk to you about something anyway and a walk home is the perfect chance.” She frowned in confusion. “Talk to me about what?” Y/N asked. I shrugged not wanting to jinx things. After we ate, I walked with her home. It was cold so I gave her my jacket to warm her up. I’m a good friend like that. “So Y/N.” “Mhmm.” “Can I ask you something?” I had to be sure before I took that step. “Go for it.” “Do you like Jack?” I shot back. “Sure he’s cool.” She shrugged. “No I mean, is there anything going on between you two?” “Ew no. I mean he’s good looking and all but he’s slept with like everyone.” A giggle slipped through her lips. “Why?” “Well I wanna tell you something.” We slowed down as I noticed us approach her house. “Uh go on.” She stated, looking towards her house. “Okay well. We’re friends right?” Y/N gave me a firm nod. “What if I told you I don’t want to be friends.” A sad look danced across Y/N’s face. “W-what?” “No I don’t mean it that way. I just want to be more than friends, I’m sick of just being your friend.” She remained silent. “I like you a lot Y/N and I was hoping that maybe you’d want to be more than friends too…” I trailed off at the end, looking down to avoid eye contact. A silence followed until her words filled my ears. “Martin.” My eyes shot up to meet hers. “I-I would…” I took a step closer to her. “Would what? Like to be my…girlfriend?” I asked, taking a deep breath. She closed the remaining distance between us. Leaning in closer, she hovered mere inches from me. “I’ll think about it.” She whispered, giving me a cheeky wink. I smiled as she turned and began the journey back to her house. Quickly I walked after her. “Y/N.” I reached out and wrapped my hands gently around her wrist. She faced me and I quickly connected our lips. Her lips were soft and perfect. She smiled into the kiss before pulling away. “I would love to be your girlfriend, Martin.” She whispered, pecking my lips before walking away and disappearing into her house.

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81. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?”

“Stu, why did you stop?!” she cried out, holding her hands over her head.

It was a measly attempt to try and stop the thick, heavy raindrops that fell heavily from the heavens above. It would have probably been a better idea to at least glance at the weather forecast before deciding to go on a little walk-date, but both of them had forgotten, and were now stuck rushing home without an umbrella to speak of.

“We’re soaked t’ the bone anyways, don’tcha think th’ rain feels nice now?” he said, his hurried run slowing down to a casual walk, still holding on to her hand.

“We are! That’s why we should get home!” she whined, slowed down by her boyfriends pace. He laughed at her worry, and slowly lead her to a bench on the side of a store.

“Look, when we get home, y’know how it be, right?” he said with a small smile, casting his face down. “Mudz’ gon’ be drinking, Noods out, and Russ sleepin’… Why not jus’ feel the rain?”

Before she could respond, a thin line of light slithered across the sky like a snake. And in a few seconds, a thunderous boom roared loudly, making both her and Stuart jump slightly in surprise.

“We’re in the middle of a thunder storm and you want to stop to feel the rain? Seriously, Stu?” she asked, arms crossed. 

“Ye.” he said, patting the wet seat next to him. His clothes were already sopping wet and hers were too- it would be no change to sit there under thunder and rain than to keep going.

“… Ok, for a while.”

“The Wallflower and the Spider” - Peter Parker x Reader (4/4)

Word Count: 2012

Warnings: Maybe swearing? (I can’t remember, i have the worst memory) FLUFF

Plot:  You and Peter have been best friends ever since you were seven years old. The two of you were inseparable, up until high school started.

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is the last part of my series “The Wallflower and the Spider”. It was so much fun writing all of it, and I’m so happy you guys liked it. Well, here’s the finale! Enjoy!! (Also, the six reallys thing is actually from the show Finding Carter, so sorry if I didn’t explain it well enough :D)

part one  part two   part three   part four


The next few months with Peter were amazing. You two were inseparable. You did everything together, mostly because it was Peter’s senior year and you were going to miss seeing him every day at school. You and Peter started calling the old willow tree in the park your spot again, and you even carved your names into it. Wallflower+Spider. Neither of you had said those three meaningful words yet. But instead of saying “I love you”, you said,“Six really’s”. (Which stood for “I really, really, really… like you”)

One month away from graduation. You arrived at school early, hoping you could talk to your guidance counselor about a college you were thinking about applying to. As you walked down the empty hallway, you saw a few teens trying to put up posters from prom. You walked up to one of the posters and stared at it for a few moments. “Prom…” you muttered under your breath. You felt arms wrap around your stomach and lips pressed against your cheek. You smiled, knowing exactly who it was. “Hey Spider,” you whispered. You turned around and gave Peter a hug.

“Hey Wallflower, I thought I might find you here.” Peter squeezed you tight and pulled away to look at the poster you were admiring. “Prom, eh?”

“Yeah, I was just thinking-“

“Do you want to go?” Peter asked.

“Wait, no.”

“No what?”

“You can’t just ask me to prom like THAT,” you laughed, “you gotta, I-I don’t know. Make it special.” You winked. Peter chuckled.
“Alright babe, I’ll make it special.” He kissed your cheek and walked you to your guidance counselor.


The next few days, you spent very little time with Peter. He was being distant and was super busy with being Spider-Man. You suspected he was just planning a way to ask you to go to prom with him, but when he didn’t come to school or text you at all for two days, you began to worry. You went back to your apartment, changed into your pajamas and paced back and forth in your bedroom.

“I mean, this is what I signed up for,” you whispered while rubbing your eyes, “He’s a hero. Maybe he’s just busy out saving the city, he’ll be home anytime soon…” Or at least you hoped he would be home soon. You tried falling asleep, but Peter was on your mind. You couldn’t stop thinking about him. You stared at news reports, hoping something would pop up about Spider-Man saving the day or just… anything at this point. When you looked at your clock on the nightstand and saw it was a quarter til midnight, you realized you should sleep. It was a school night, and you couldn’t afford to miss a day at school. You were worried about Peter, but you had done everything you could. So you finally laid down, pulled a blanket over you, and slowly fell asleep…


You groaned and rubbed your eyes. You turn over and reached for your phone. “Oh my god. It’s 3 am and someone is texting me,” you complained. You unlocked your phone only to see the message was from Peter.

Spider💜: Meet on the roof in five minutes, 6 reallys :) 

You jumped out of bed and opened your window to climb out the fire escape. Once you got to the roof, you saw your wonderful boyfriend in his Spider-Man suit.

“Hey, (Y/n). I’m so sorry I haven’t talked to you lately but I swear I’m gonna make it up to-”

You ran into his arms and squeezed him tight. “You scared the shit out of me,” you started, “ I thought something happened to you.”

Peter pulled away from you and said, “I know babe, I promise I’m fine. But I have a surprise for you.” He then leaped off of the building before you could say anything, shooting webs and holding you tight as you both swung from building to building. Peter started to slow down and landed by the park.

“Why are we here?” You asked.

“It’s a surprise, just wait,” he replied with a smirk. He took off his mask and led you to your spot, but as you got closer you realized that it was a lot brighter over by the tree than it normally was. When you finally arrived at the tree, you gasped and started to tear up: there were lanterns hanging on the ends of the branches and rose petals that covered the grass surrounding the willow tree. “Peter…” you whispered as you walk closer to the willow tree, noticing a small note that laid beneath your names. You opened the note, and it read:

Roses are red, violets are blue. You may not know, but I’m falling for you. Sugar is almost as sweet as you, you are a psycho but I’ll never leave you.  There isn’t a star that sparkles as bright as you. You are my sunshine, I love you.

~ Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider

You wipe a tear crawling down your cheek and turn around to see Peter holding a rose.

“Will you go to prom with me?” Peter asked with a soft smile. You walk towards him, staring at the note.

“What did I do to deserve you?” 

He put your cheeks into the palms of his hands and stared into your eyes.

“(Y/n), you are the most amazing, most beautiful girl I have ever met in my entire life. You’ve been through so much, yet your smile still shines the brightest. I’m so lucky to be able to call you mine because I don’t know what I would do without you,” He said as you giggled. “So,” Peter continued, “will you go to prom with me?”

You pulled him into a hug and whispered, “Of course.”


*Prom Night*

You felt like a princess. You were sad because the school year was almost over. But tonight was going to be the night you would remember for the rest of your life. You slipped into your dress and finished your hair and makeup. You walked over to the mirror and admitted to yourself: You looked good.

You heard a knock on the door and rushed through your apartment to open it. When you opened it, you saw Peter holding a corsage and Aunt May behind him, carrying her little camera. Peter’s mouth dropped when he saw you.

“Wow…” You started to blush. “You look amazing, (y/n).”

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you replied. Peter wore a black suit with a red tie, and all you could think about was how much you loved him.

“Awe! You two are so cute together!” Aunt May yelped. “Ooh! I need to get pictures of this,” she muttered as she turned on her camera. Peter groaned and you laughed, knowing you were probably going to be late to the dance. After Aunt May took 50 thousand pictures, Peter finally convinced her to let you both leave. Peter took your hand and pulled you out of the apartment complex, walking down the street to Midtown High.

*At School*

The gymnasium looked amazing. You were used to seeing a boring, old sweaty gym. But when you entered, the place looked like a palace. The theme was Greek Garden and there were flower arrangements on every table, full of roses, lotuses, poppies, and carnations. Pillars covered in vines stood tall around the dance floor. The DJ was playing an amazing playlist, full of popular music and even a few of your favorite songs. Everyone watched as you and Peter made your way to the dance floor. The two of you danced for a bit, having the time of your life. Then you got a bit exhausted, so you grabbed some punch and met Peter at one of the tables.

“I’m pretty sure someone spiked the punch because it tastes a lil bit funky,” you joked as you sat down next to Peter. He laughed and pulled you close to him. You smiled, but it instantly vanished once you noticed a familiar face standing in front of you both.

“Hi, (Y/n),” Amber greeted, “Peter.” He stared at her, wondering why she was talking to the two of you.

“Amber, what do you want?” You asked, trying your best not to flip out on her.

“Look, (Y/n), I just came over here because I wanted to apologize.” You were confused as to why she was being so nice to you all of the sudden.

“You want to apologize to me?”

“Yes, for everything. The way I treated you, all the things I said.” You glanced over at Peter, who was just staring in awe. You both were surprised about the sudden change in her attitude. “I guess I was jealous of your relationship with Peter.” You choked.

“Wait, you were jealous of me and Pete? But we only started dating a few months ago.”

“Yeah, but you both loved each other so much even before you started dating. Peter never stopped talking about you.” You looked at Peter and his cheeks were bright red. Amber turned to Peter and continued, “I just… Peter I really liked you. I mean, who wouldn’t like you. You are the sweetest guy at Midtown High, and (Y/n) is so lucky to have you. I’m really, really happy for the both of you.” Amber smiled, but it wasn’t like any other time you had seen her smile. You could tell she was being sincere, and that she was genuinely happy for you guys. You got out of your seat and hugged her.

“Thanks, Amber. That really means a lot,” you said as you pulled away from her. She waved goodbye to Peter and walked off to go dance with her date. You turned to Peter and smiled.

“Wow… I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Me neither.” Peter shook his head and laughed. “Hey, it’s getting kind of loud in here-”

“Wanna go back to my apartment and stargaze?”  

“You never cease to amaze me, Wallflower.” Peter giggled as you left the beautiful gymnasium.

*Back on the roof of your apartment complex*

“God, I could stare at the stars for hours,” you said, gazing at the beautiful sky above. Peter got out his phone and starting playing Cigarettes and Coffee by Otis Redding.  He got up and held out his hand.

“May I have this dance, milady?” Peter asked with a dorky grin. You placed your hand in his and smiled.

“Why of course, kind sir,” you said in a cute English accent. Peter laughed and put his hands around your waist, pulling you close to him. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his chest as you slowly swayed to the beautiful voice of Otis Redding.

It’s early in the morning
About a quarter till three
I’m sittin’ here talkin’ with my baby
Over cigarettes and coffee

Peter started to mumble the lyrics, “And to tell you that, darling I’ve been so satisfied. Honey since I met you, Baby since I met you, ooh.” You pulled away and rested your forehead against his. Everything felt so right: The stars and the moon shining so bright above you, Otis Redding playing softly in the background, slow dancing with the love of your life. It was perfect.

 You looked into those beautiful eyes and said, “I love you, Peter Parker.”

Peter kissed your nose. “I love you even more, (Y/n) (L/n).”

I would love to have another drink of coffee, now
And please, darling, help me smoke this one more cigarette, now
I don’t want no cream and sugar
‘cause I’ve got you, now darling
But just let me enjoy
Help me to enjoy
This good time that we’ll have, baby
It’s so early, so early in the morning
So early, so early in the morning
And I’ve got you
And you’ve got me
And we’ll have each other
And we don’t, we don’t want nothing but joy, y'all
Nothing but joy…




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Disneyland. (Tony Perry Fluff.)

Request: Hey can I have a Tony Perry imagine please? One where Tony and y/n meet at Disneyland and soon he finds out that y/n has a daughter and they all have fun there.

A/N: I hope this was okay, it was friggin 1,844 words. Enjoy. To the Vic Fuentes Anon: its coming, I promise!


“Grace! Get back here!” As soon as we stepped into the park my 4 year old ran from me, not waiting to even make sure I was following her. I ran after he as fast as I could, she was just barely in sight as I called after her. I earned many disapproving looks from other families for being merely 25 and unwed, and obviously unable to control my child, but I didn’t care. They were simply seeing the excited side of her, and the tired side of me.

As I finally caught up to her I swooped her up into my arms and walked to the teacup line, where she was obviously headed. She had been talking about it since the moment I even mentioned going to Disneyland, and we’d had a conversation about it at least once everyday since. And that was obviously hard considering I had to muster up enough money to get this place for even one day, and here we were nearly 8 months and 16 paychecks later staying 3 days and 2 nights at Disneyland, 4 hours away from home.

After what seemed like hours in the heat but I knew I had only been approximately 6 minutes, Grace had already started to complain.

“Mommy its too hot!” She whined, pulling on my shirt.

I sighed and tore her hands away. “I know, baby, but the lines long and its summer. Its going to be hot for a very long time.”

“But Mommy its reeaallyyy hot!” She yelled, pulling once again and dragging herself to the ground, nearly dragging me down with her.

I struggled to get her off the ground, but even once I had she only pulled us down once again, leaving me to give up entirely and sit on the ground with her.

The woman behind me scoffed at my actions, the way I fought with my daughter; the way I’d given up and gave her her own way, but I didn’t care. Grace was happy and the line wasn’t moving anyway.

Within the next 30 minutes in line we seemed to move up about 2 feet, and it felt like it was starting to get hotter. I sighed, taking off my sunglasses and lifting my shirt over my head, I was wearing a sports bra underneath so I didn’t see any problem. I slipped my sunglasses back on before hearing murmuring and scoffing from behind me.

I sighed and turned around to the woman who had been continuously shaming my actions, fueling my anger. “What was that?” I asked the woman, who stopped talking to what looked like a close friend of hers and looked down at me.

“Excuse me?” She asked. Goddamn, even her voice sounded snobby.

“You seem to have a problem with my actions.” I lifted Grace and stood up.

“Yes I do. Your outfit is not appropriate for public.” She lifted her pale, over-foundated nose in the air, sticking her hands on her hips.

“Well, pardon me, your highness but its hot. I’m sorry of your son is adolescent and you’re overprotective.” I smirked.

She and her friend gasped at my words while the mother glared at me, proving my point exactly.

“Well, then, no wonder your daughter is a spoiled brat without a father. How rude of you.”

“At least my kid’s happy. Your kid’s too fucking old to be here.”

She gasped yet again. “Watch your language!”

“Make me!” At this point we were right in each others faces, neither of us backing down.

“Is there a problem here?” There was a third voice. I turned in the direction it was coming from, nearly entranced by the man who emanated it. He was gorgeous. Those eyes, that hair, the tattoos, he was perfect.

“Yes, there is.” The woman said, tearing me from my thoughts.

“And it is..?” He asked, looking between the both of us.

“This girl,” She said before I cut her off.

“What’s your name?” I walked to him.

He blushed slightly, turning to me. “I’m Tony.”

I smiled, “I’m Y/N. What’re you doing here all by yourself? Does your wife know where you are?”

He chuckled, catching my drift. “I’m not married… Shouldn’t your husband be protecting you against offensive women?”

I smirked at him, glad he caught on and was so easy to talk to already. “I’m not married either.”

He smiled and held his hand out for me to shake. I gladly obliged, taking his hand and shaking it firmly before letting them rest back at our sides.

“So, Tony, what’re you doing here all by yourself, honestly?”

He shrugged. “I like Disney. My friends are here but they’ve all got their little girlfriends and all.” He shrugged it off like it was absolutely nothing.

“That seems sucky.” I gave him a sympathetic look.

“It’s alright, though, really.” He told me, looking into my eyes. “What about you?”

Just as I’d opened my mouth to speak, “Mommy! It’s our turn, come on!” Grace yelled at me, even though we were nearly 5 feet away.

I laughed and nodded towards her. “She wanted to come. Care to join us?” I asked him, gesturing towards Grace.

“Don’t mind if I do.” He followed me onto the ride and into the teacup Grace picked out, where we were all strapped in.

As the ride started, Grace started screaming and laughing, having the time of her life, it made me so incredibly happy to see her like this, but not only that, she had seemed to take a liking to Tony as well.

She threw her arms in the air when Tony had, leaving me to wrap my arms around her waist to secure her safety.

“This is the best day ever already!” She yelled, causing both me and Tony to laugh. I kissed her head, Tony looked at us lovingly.

As the ride ended, we walked off, Tony going the other direction.

“No, come back!” Grace yelled, running after him.

“Grace!” I ran after her, though Tony soon turned around and caught her in a tight hug. I smiled at the two of them, the way she laid her head on his chest, the way he engulfed her. They were too cute.

Once I had finally caught up to them they had settled on the ground, talking about the princesses Grace wanted to see and who Tony’s favorite princess was. I sat down with them, Tony smiling up at me and Grace hardly taking any notice of me.

“I really like the princess Laia from Star Wars.” Tony told her, smiling.

“Ooh, I like her hair,” Grace giggled, playing with her hair. She turned around to me. “Mommy?”


“I want to go meet all the princesses,” she giggled.

“Awe, honey, if we meet all the princesses today we won’t meet any tomorrow!” I told her, already knowing who we’d have to find.

“Well then.. I want to meet princess Aurora!” she yelled, running off toward where we’d seen her earlier in the day. I groaned and immediately followed after her, Tony behind me.

Once we had caught up to her once again, I pulled her to face me. “You have to stop running from me, alright?” I said, out of breath. “You’ll get lost.”

She nodded, but then said, “But Mommy!”

“Yes, baby?”

“I found the princess!” She turned and pointed down the path of people toward princess Aurora, who was smiling brightly. “Can we go see her?”

“Of course Gracie!” I took her hand, and looked over at Tony, before walking down to see the princess.

By the time we made it to Aurora, Grace was completely amazed. She looked up at her with her jaw dropped, then she smiled brightly.

“Oh my gosh, Mommy, look! She’s right here, she’s right here in front of us, do you see her?! Its princess Aurora!” She yelled, practically jumping out of my arms and running to hug the blonde princess.

Aurora giggled and leaned down to her. “What’s your name?” Wow, she was good. She sounded just like her.

“My name’s Grace! I’m named after you, my middle name’s Aurora, and I want to be a princess when I grow up!” She babbled on and on to Aurora, Aurora looked up at me and Tony and sent a smile and a wink our way. I laughed and tapped Graces shoulder. “Why don’t we slow down and breathe, alright? I’m sure Aurora will do everything she can to make sure you’re a princess when you’re older.”

Grace smiled as I picked her up, waving at Aurora. “Well, don’t you just have the cutest little family here.” She smiled at the three of us.

“Oh,” I laughed and blushed. Tony looked over at me, just as stunned as I was, we laughed together and turned away, Grace sending her last good bye.

By the end of the day, we had ridden on 4 rides, met 3 princesses and eaten the nicest dinner we’d possibly ever had. Grace was finally getting sleepy as Tony and I walked up to the room, Grace falling asleep over his shoulder.

Once we made it inside Tony laid Grace down after changing her clothes and put on a movie for her. I sat on the couch and Tony sat down next to me, taking my hand.

“Today was fun,” he told me in his soft voice, within all this time I began to notice that he was extremely shy, but I found it absolutely adorable.

“I thought so, too.” I smiled at him, intertwining our fingers. “I don’t think Grace will ever forget this.”

His eyes finally met mine, flickering between them and my lips. Soon we found ourselves leaning into each other, our lips brushing against each other softly before finally crashing together and taking my breath away, creating sparks. His kiss was like magic, it was filled with love. We had only met earlier in that very day but I felt like I had spent an entire lifetime with him. I was just hoping he wouldn’t leave.

We pulled apart from each other slowly, put of breath. The moment was so sweet, so perfect; it was gone too fast.

“Mommy?” A little, tired voice said.

“Yes, baby?” I asked her, my voice quiet and soft.

She turned her body towards Tony and I, her eyes just barely open and her voice just above a whisper. “I like Tony.”

I giggled as Tony wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. “I do, too.”

She smiled and yawned. “Can we keep him?”

My eyes averted to Tony, to find he was already looking at me. He nodded slightly, his eyes on my lips. I smiled and turned to Grace. “Of course baby.”

She smiled and shut her eyes, “Goodnight Mommy.”

I smiled and yawned, feeling myself begin to get tired as well. “Goodnight, Grace.”

“Goodnight Tony,” she said sleepily, finally falling asleep.

“Goodnight,” he whispered softly to the sleeping ladies in the room, making himself comfortable and sleeping as well.

slow it down

Another RP based fic from angst queen @shattered-epiphany​ and myself XD

pairing: oikawa/iwaizumi

rating: G

warnings: RP based so POV alternates, injuries

due to length best read on ao3

preview: “Oikawa, did you use my shampoo again? I swear, what’s the point of all your ‘beauty products’ if you just end up taking mine?” Iwaizumi shouts through the open bathroom door to the living room.

“Iwa-chan, don’t get so upset! Mine are expensive so I don’t like to use them when I have practice again in 8 hours. It seems like a waste!” Oikawa replies, his tone much more subdued because he’s lying down on the couch.

Iwaizumi frowns at the response, dragging a hand through his wet hair as he exits the bathroom. He can’t even bring himself to keep up the banter, which had been bordering on him actually getting angry.

It feels like even small things are getting to him lately.

the how to talk to short people meme only just started up but now it’s been entirely replaced by the swear jar meme. at this point i can say with certainty that we’re cycling through memes at a rate that’s not sustainable. why don’t you monsters slow down before we hit a meme recession.


WTT….  on the sixth day of Christmas….a new chapter for you.

Previous chapters here.   


Mouths fused, Jamie took a deep breath and inhaled the scent that was all Claire.  Braced on his forearm, one hand was tangled in her hair, his other hand was under her backside pressing her to him.  Legs spread, Claire was cradling him while he ground himself against her.  Part of his brain was telling him to slow it down before he embarrassed himself.  The other part was full steam ahead.  He decided to listen to his brain for once. Bracing his feet against the armrest of the sofa, Jamie lifted his hips up, and tore his mouth away from hers.  

Claire growled and threw her legs around him, arching up, trying to find him again.  He rested his forehead against hers and jerked as her hands found the zipper of his jeans and tugged downward.  “Sassenach, we need to slow down.”  

“Why?” she breathed.  Her hot little hands slipped inside the waistband of his jeans.  Either her fever was back or they were both about to go up in flames.  

“Because it’ll be over afore it begins, mo neighean donn.” he chuckled.  Jamie placed one foot on the floor and made to stand.  Claire hooked her fingers through his belt loops and tried to pull him down to her again.  Tempting as it was, he pushed himself up and out of her grasp.  The fantasy she presented him panting and flushed on his sofa, her legs restless and shifting, running her hands through her hair, was incredibly arousing.  

Yet, Jamie wasn’t about to take her on the sofa.  Not like that.  It wasn’t just the sex, much as he wanted her.  This was Claire.  She was special.  She called to his heart, called to his soul.  He was in love with her, and he knew it.  He felt it in his bones, he felt his blood sing in her arms.  Jamie had never been “that guy”.  The guy who had sex just to get some.  His father had always told him it was a great responsibility to lie with a woman, so he had better make damn sure he felt something for her first.  

Claire stood and looked at him. “Do you want me to go?” she asked.

“No.”  Jamie breathed.  He gently pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, and risked a glance at the bedroom. “I want verra much for ye to stay.”  

Claire smiled softly, knowingly, and took his hand.  

Standing beside the bed, Jamie fit his mouth to hers again, feeling Claire rise on her toes to meet him.  He felt her hands slip under his sweat shirt and up his back.  

He felt her whole body stiffen.

Then he felt as if ice water had been thrown over the heat of his arousal, and looked up at the ceiling.      

“Jamie?” she whispered. “What happened?”

Jamie took a deep breath.  What the hell to say now?  He settled on the truth.  If she found his disfigurement unattractive, so be it.  There was no help for it.  

“Explosion.  At the distillery.”  Claire gasped.  He continued, still holding her in his embrace.  “It was a few years ago now.  Ian and I were working down by the stills.  One of them overheated, and exploded.  It blew Ian and me right off our feet.  I landed on him, and steaming hot metal landed on me.  I got badly burned.  I was in hospital for months while they dealt with the third degree burns on my back.”  

He searched her eyes for signs of pity.  He saw none, so he continued.  “My father came to the hospital.  Apparently he saw me in the ER, screaming in pain.  And they say he dropped like a stone.  He had a stroke.  There was no reviving him.”  

Claire could hear the guilt in his voice, and see the anguish in his eyes.  

Jamie shook his head at the memory.  “At least I have it better than Ian.  The blast knocked down some of the ceiling beams.  Crushed his right lower leg.  They couldn’t save it.  He has a prosthetic.”

Claire looked into the steel blue of his eyes.  She’d seen burn victims.  She knew how long it took to treat such wounds. She knew how painful it was to endure the treatment, the debriding, and the shots to prevent infection.  So, he wasn’t just a pretty face, and a successful businessman.  He was a warrior. He’d battled one of the worst injuries a person could face. Along with the demons he obviously faced with the death of his father at the same time.  She could see he needed her to understand, to accept him as he was. Body and soul.  

Taking a step back she said, “Take off your shirt. I want to look at you.”

Jamie shivered at the tone in her voice.  Desire. Lust.  Passion.  And smiling slightly, he lifted his sweat shirt and tossed it to the side.  

Jeans still unzipped, hanging low on his hips, Claire walked around Jamie.  She ran her hands lightly over his biceps, then reverently over his back. Yes, this would have been painful. But turning off the medical part of her brain, she let her eyes feast on his very broad shoulders.  She continued, dropping her touch to the skin of his lower back, and then flattening her hand to slide under his jeans and across his bare backside.  True Scotsman, then.    

When she faced him again Jamie searched her face for the revulsion that would surely come.  It didn’t.  Instead the little minx cupped his baws and said, “Now for the jeans.”  

Jamie obliged.  

He watched Claire appreciate his body but wanted more.  “Fair’s fair.” Jamie crooned, “Take off yers as well.”  With no hesitation, Claire slipped out of her clothes like a silkie shedding its skin.  

Bold as brass, this one, Jamie thought.  And so bonny.  Her skin was pale and smooth, the whisky coloured eyes getting dark, as dark as the merlot they drank earlier.  And her hair. Lord, that hair, twisting and turning like water in a burn, flowing o’er her shoulders, one tendril reaching for the tip of her breast… 

Jamie reached out one long finger, and brushed the tendril back.  Claire’s breath hitched.  He cupped her breast and felt the warm weight of it in his hand.  They moved toward each other at the same time, and lifting her up, Claire wound her legs around his waist as he turned and laid her on the bed.

Skin on skin.  Heat generating heat.  Tongues played.  Mouths consumed. Hands familiarized themselves with every curve, every hard plane, every muscle, and sweet spot.  Jamie locked his arm around Claire’s hips and fit her to him.  When he finally slipped into her they both gasped with pleasure. With completion.  

When passion-filled dark blue eyes looked into darker brown, each saw in the other a home they hadn’t had in years.  Each found a soul calling out to the other.  Each felt a bond forging.  Each knowing that they were forever changed by this union.  As Jamie began to move, Claire rose up to meet him.  They fought to get closer, feel more, to make their love last.  In tune with each other, they reached the edge and tumbled over together.  

Breathing slowed.  Hearts rested.  Hands clasped.  Touches softened.  Legs tangled.

When Jamie whispered, “tha gaol agam ort”, Claire knew he had said “I love you.”  And because she couldn’t speak, she let the tears that fell on his chest and the soft kiss she placed over his heart tell him, she loved him, too.

The next three days were more than Jamie could’ve hoped for.  Claire’s colour was back, the dark circles gone, and her appetite, voracious.  He was getting more work done than ever.  No one interrupted him, and anything he needed to deal with, Willie sent by email.  If it was Laoghaire his phone would have rang non-stop.

The fact that Jenny hadn’t been by was a miracle. He smiled.  A miracle named Ian.  As Jamie put the finishing touches on his last label, and prepared to send it to the printer, he recollected the texts he exchanged with his brother-in-law.  Ian had been bawdy about Jamie having a woman in his flat, and asked for a picture.  Jamie couldn’t resist sending him a Snapchat of Claire sprawled on the sofa watching television.  She was wearing one of his soft, cotton shirts, legs bare, tangled up in his Fraser blanket.  Her hair was a riot of curls and she was laughing. She looked sweet and sexy at the same time. Ian’s reaction was priceless.  

Claire caught up on medical journals during the day while he worked.  They cooked together, watched movies cuddled up under the tartan, and even took a walk in the snow, ending up at Jamie’s local and having a bit too much to drink.  

And of course, they made love. Slow love after waking up in each other’s arms. And fast, hard, passionate love after being at the pub, barely making it through the door and getting their coats off, up against the wall in the foyer.  

They also talked about anything and everything.  

But inevitably, Claire had to get back to work.  She was scheduled for her first shift the next day.  A day shift because Mrs. Fitz knew her body clock wouldn’t be ready for a night shift yet.  And that night, after dinner, they lay together on the sofa savouring the feeling of being together.  

“Are ye happy to be going back to work, Sassenach?” Jamie asked, nuzzling the soft skin behind her ear.

“Yes.” she admitted.  “And no.”  And shifted to hug him tighter.

“Ye’ve never told me why that Dr. Randall hates ye so much.  What’s the deal wi’ him?”

Claire sat up, warming to her subject.  “It happened my first day in the hospital.  My first day on the job, to be exact.  We had a major trauma come in.  Car accident on the A82.  We were working on triage and Dr. Gowan had taken a man into surgery leaving the rest of us to handle the broken bones and stitches that needed done.  Mrs. Fitz had sent a couple of people to x-ray and asked me to check on another patient, a young boy, who’d come in with his parents. His mum was being treated for minor contusions, but his dad was in x-ray.  Anyway, I just wanted to tell him what was going on and to reassure him that his parents were fine.  When I found him, Dr. Randall was doing the stitches on his forehead.”  She stopped to collect herself.  

Jamie reached out and gently grabbed her hand.  “What did ye see, Sassenach?”

Claire looked straight into Jamie’s eyes.  He could tell she was picturing the scene all over again.  “He had his head strapped down, and his wrists and ankles bound in cuffs. The boy was sobbing. Twisting. Begging for him to stop.”  

Claire took a deep breath and whispered, “He was literally torturing him.  He didn’t use any local anesthetic.  That poor boy could feel everything.”

Jamie’s eyes narrowed.  Bastard. And Claire has to work wi’ this lunatic?

“I reacted, Jamie.” Claire continued, “I snapped.  I remember shouting, “What the bloody hell are you doing?” and rushed in.  I had no idea of who he was, what his title was.  I accused him of torturing the boy, and Dr. Randall screamed at me to get out.  I pushed the call button and had Mrs. Fitz and two other nurses in the room in seconds.  He was furious.  He insisted he gave the boy a local, but there were no needles on the tray, no evidence at all that he’d done anything before suturing.”  

Claire took a deep breath, and shrugged.  “Because of me, there was an inquiry.  There wasn’t enough evidence to say that he had, or hadn’t used a local as the E.R. was so crazy that night.  He spun a fantastic story, and the board bought it.  But he’s never forgotten.  And he’s made my life a living hell ever since.”  

“Ye did the right thing, mo neighean donn.” Jamie said.  

‘I know, Jamie.  And I’d do it again!”  Claire looked at the clock.  “I do need to get to bed, though.”  She giggled at Jamie’s raised eyebrow and grin.  “To sleep, Jamie.”  

“Och, aye.  I ken what ye mean.”  He placed a hand over his heart and looked as solemn as he could.  “I won’t touch ye, promise.”

“No.” Claire said, “You won’t. Because I think it’s best I sleep at home.  I think my morning routine will go easier.”  She ventured a look at Jamie at this point. His face betrayed nothing, and he nodded.  

“Let me walk ye home, then.” He stood up, and held out a hand for her to take.  Jamie headed for the door but Claire had to confess she’d misplaced the spare key she brought down, so they turned and headed out the window.  

The late November cold reminded them of the warm, cozy nest they had created these last four days.  Jamie couldn’t resist holding her hips as she mounted the stairs in front of him, and after she opened the window, he turned her around and kissed her soundly, molding her to him.  She made those sweet noises she always did, and Jamie breathed deeply trying to tamp down his desire.  He kissed the tip of her nose, then her forehead, and sent her inside.  He made sure she locked the window.  

Alone.  The thin glass separating them, she was finally back in her world.  It felt very strange after being in his for so long.

They looked at each other a long minute before Jamie turned and left.

anonymous asked:

I'm slow and losing the thread - why/what are we arguing with respect to B and/or G slowing down at the peak of their career - Are we arguing why they are doing it or if they are doing it at all or something different altogether? :)

I am slow and losing this thread also. I believe it’s some of all of the above.

A comment was made about Blake and Gwen sacrificing career time to spend more time together and then a lot of Asks came in seeming to imply it’s not that big of a sacrifice at this point in their careers. Maybe I’m reading into it wrong.

It’s my feeling that they’ve both made big changes in their life to spend more time together.

- B