wooden trail

Ecstasy. {Nessian}

Requested by @rowanismybae. Nessian, with some smut and a side of fluff. I always love getting Nessian requests, for I am trash. I apologize, it’s kind of short. Anyways, enjoy. :)

Originally posted by imaulusoyist

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

I felt as if time was going slower than usual. I’d been standing in the foyer, at the bottom of the staircase, for nearly thirty minutes. She was late.  The rest of the Court was on their way to the ball already, Elain having whispered good luck to me on her way out the door, arm in arm with Azriel. 

At this point, I wasn’t sure if her good luck was meant to be a warning for whatever mood Nesta was in, or if it was because she knew I’d be waiting on her sister for an ungodly amount of time.But, as the door on the second floor of the townhouse creaked open, all my anxiety faded. And when she came around the corner, all my complaints vanished. 

Her hair was up, braided in a crown around the top of her head. Her gown was long, trailing the wooden floorboards behind her, the color of the Velaris sky just before the sun began to rise. 

She was half way down the stairs when her eyes found mine, and she froze, her pink lips parting, slightly.

I held my hand out to her. “See something you like?”

Blue-gray eyes rolled. 

Moment over.

“I’ve never seen you in anything other than rags, is all,” she stated, continuing her walk until she met me in the foyer. “And you bathed, which is always shocking.”

My smirk made her roll her eyes, again. “I clean up well. Don’t act so surprised.”

And cleaned up, I did. Feyre actually suggested that I wore the tailored pants and the light grey button down. I drew the line at the tie and the shoes, however. So, I kept the top button loose and wore my boots. Nesta’s eyes scanned my hair, which was knotted at the back of my head, then my chest, then my waist where my shirt was perfectly tucked. Then-

“Are those your training boots?” she raised an eyebrow.

As I glanced down at my dusty, black leather boots, Nesta breathed out a laugh. 

Shrugging, I held out my hand, “Shall we?”

Her fingers grazed mine, but she didn’t move. The same ecstasy that I felt every time Nesta’s body made contact with mine consumed me, the feeling that I dreamed about, that I thought about constantly and could never get enough of. That feeling of ecstasy was my weakness, my downfall, my greatest accomplishment, my addiction.

“You look beautiful,” i said, brushing a stray strand of golden-brown hair behind her ear.

She opened her mouth, then closed her lips into a thin line before opening them again,

“When are we supposed to be there?” she whispered, running her fingers down my forearm. 

I glanced at the clock. “Ten minutes ago.”

She sucked in a breath as I took a step closer. “And ten minutes more?”

A grin spread across my lips before I could stop it. “Wouldn’t hurt.”

In my time with Nesta, I could honestly say that she never ceased to amaze me. I was constantly surprised by her – by her wit, by her knowledge, by her hidden kindness, by her talents, by the way she knew how to use her hands just the right way along every inch of my body.

Now was no exception.

She didn’t waste time dragging me upstairs before she slid her finger along the inside of my wing, just behind my shoulder blade. She knew what she was doing. She knew I was about to drop to my knees and beg for all she had to give me. She knew, and she enjoyed watching me in awe of her beauty.

She pushed me back against the leather couch and straddled my lap. With one hand running up her thigh, underneath the thin skirts of her evening gown, and the other trailing up her back to find the ribbon that held everything in place, our lips met in a soft, slow, tender embrace.

It was a dance, the way her tongue brushed mine every time we kissed, how she somehow managed to naturally make my hips move along with hers. I had been with many women, but none of them compared to her. None of them compared with the human who stole from the Cauldron, from the Fae that comforted me as death surrounded us both. None of them compared to the female who could make a suriel stop in its tracks, who could take away my fears and anxieties with just a simple smile. None of them had made me feel so unworthy, so alive. None of them were Nesta Archeron, and I never wanted to taste, feel, love anyone but her.

Her eyes stared into mine as she unbuttoned my shirt, one by one. I finally managed to find the ribbon tied neatly into a bow at the small of her back and yanked, allowing the dress to fall down to her waist. 

Her back straightened as I took her in, the same body I had witnessed day after day and only grew to love more every damn time.

My shirt had been pushed down my arms before I cupped her breasts, and ran my tongue along her bottom lip, up her jawbone, and nipped at her earlobe. 

She shuddered as she unzipped my trousers and her small, delicate hand found me in no small, delicate way at all. My head fell back against the cushions as she took control, her name a whisper that had found its way into the moans escaping my open lips. 

Before I could get too excited, she rose from her place on my lap and let her gown fall to the crimson rug. She watched me as my eyes slid from her toes, up, slowly, until they reached her own, and she grinned.

I watched her as she turned from me, as she walked calmly up the stairs. She glanced at me, once, when she reached the landing of the second floor then continued down the hallway. 

I waited a few seconds before I pushed off by boots, and sprinted to the upper level.

She was waiting for me in the doorway of her bedroom, a soft giggle the only sound in the otherwise silent townhouse. 

“Tease,” I mumbled, as my lips pressed into hers and I lifted her up by her waist, her long, slender legs wrapping around my lower back.

“You like it.” 

I could not disagree as her lips found my neck and I was completely undone.

Dainty feet pushed down my trousers until they were nothing more than a limp piece of fabric at the foot of the bed, just after I laid her down, her head resting on the pillow she’d stole from my room a month ago.

The first gasp would get me every time. The gasp she made when I would first enter her, gently, urgently. The gasp that told me that’s what she wanted, that’s what she’d been waiting for, that I could still satisfy her after all this time. I lived for that gasp, that expression on her ethereal face of pure adrenaline. 

Making love to Nesta was like being with someone who was not of this world. She was demanding, yet generous, she was confident, yet awestruck, she was quiet and cunning, yet moaned my name continuously as if she could not get close enough to me. We were one in the same. I couldn’t tell where her body ended and mine began, and I didn’t want to. It was not a meaningless act of lust, but a dance that was only perfected when two people who were meant for one another found each other.  It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and something I wanted to experience for as long as I lived.

We lied there, breathless, her head lying on my damp chest when the clock struck midnight. 

She cursed, and I laughed at the sound of vulgarity coming from her proper mouth. We had been too busy talking, too busy exploring one another to join the others.

“What will we tell them?” she asked. 

“I’ll tell them you couldn’t keep your hands off me,” my hand ran down her backside as she chastised me, which only made me laugh harder. 

“You make me happy,” she said, quietly, after the sound of laughter and heavy breathing faded into nothingness.

I kissed her forehead, softly, as I pulled her blankets up to our waists and wrapped my wings around her. “You give me life, Nesta Archeron.”   

a very happy birthday to @themagnusbane ❤️🎂 this is late but i hope it brings you joy little sister!

“another martini?”

magnus had been lost in his thoughts, soaking in some feeling that was humming around his brain, the remnants of the day busy in his mind as he sat there at the bar of the hunter’s moon. he’d been lost in paperwork that needed to be finished, calls that needed to be made and thoughts about the night to come. he couldn’t help the way his mind was wrapped up in the idea of a long hot bath and dinner tucked into the warmth of the living room with alec by his side, sharing conversation as they talked about their long busy days. he looked forward to slow kisses as he drifted off to sleep, maia’s voice brought magnus out of that blanket of his thoughts, bringing the bar back into focus. the lights were warm and soft, glinting off of the edges of the shelves of alcohol behind her and catching on all of her tight curls. she was smiling that knowing smile that made it clear she knew magnus had been entirely lost in his thoughts.

“i thought we were at the point where you didn’t have to ask me that,” magnus said with a wink. then he let his gaze wander off towards the door, shifting the omamori settled in his fingers. he had been holding it since he got there, worrying his thumb against the edge of it as he always did.

“is alec meeting you here?” maia’s voice drew him back as he watched a few werewolves he knew walk through the door, followed by a small band of seelies who immediately tumbled into a booth near the door. she was still smiling that knowing smile as she started to mix him a fresh martini, her hip pressed against the bar and the warm light spilling down the front of the red shirt she had on.

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                                                  Crazy In Love

Your bare feet glide along the cold surface of the wooden floor. Your hands trailing up and down your body, occasionally lifting your shirt slightly as you danced around the living room. The slow but seductive beat was slowly taking over your body.

“Ahem.” You heard someone clear their throat behind you, causing you to jump while placing your hand over your beating heart.

“Jesus, Harry. You scared the shit out of me.”

“Don’t stop on my account, I was finding tha’ very entertaining.” He smirked, chewing his gum as he does so, “You look hot in my shirt by the way.” He inches closer, wrapping his arms around your waist to bring you closer, his tall frame now hovering over yours.

“I’ve missed you.” You smile up at him, your fingers fiddling with the loose buttons of his dress shirt.

“I’ve missed yeh too, but I’ve missed your body even more.” He lets out a low chuckle before picking you up in one swift motion, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist before you were thrown onto your king sized bed.

Harry’s lips were quickly attached to your neck as you tugged slightly on his hair causing him to groan. The heat radiating off of his body as you manage to remove his shirt, your hands trailing down his toned abdomen as he hovered above you. It wasn’t long until you were both completely naked, his lips slowly making their way down your chest to your stomach, his eyes never leaving yours as you gripped the sheets tightly, your head swinging back and his fingers find your heat.

“Harry, please.” You beg, arching your back.

“What do you want, kitten?” He teases, his fingers running up and down your entrance.

“I want you, i need you.” You let out a soft moan. Although Harry loved hearing you beg for him, your moans were sending him over the edge. He positioned himself at your entrance, his tip gliding over you making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You let out a gasp when he pushes inside of you, his eyes focused on himself entering you, the muscles in his arms moving with every thrust, both of your moans becoming louder as you both began to reach your high, your nails digging into his back as his face was buried into your neck, occasionally placing sloppy kisses to the purple area he had created.

His thrust began to become more sloppy as his eyes screwed shut, beads of sweat forming on his body, his lips creating an ‘o’ shape as he comes undone inside of you. His body falling by your side as you both try to regain your breath.

“That was amazing, you’re amazing” He whispered, placing one last kiss to your lips before falling into a deep slumber.

Mark- 2 (M)

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“Jagi come on-” Mark giggled, leading into the empty- dimly dance practice room. “They’re all busy in the studio..” He hummed as he shut the door behind the two of you.

“Mark- We can’t do this here…again..” You playfully teased as you lightly smacked his bicep just before you pulled you into his arms. “We’re-” His plush lips suddenly pressed against yours as the two of you sunk to the icy, wooden floor.  
His hands trailed down your body, hooking his fingers on the hem of your shirt- pulling it up and off you, exposing your bare breasts. “God you always look so beautiful..” He airily purred just before pulling off his own shirt.

You were thankful for the lack of light in the room because god did he know how to make you blush.
Rolling your eyes, you laid yourself on the floor- pulling him on top of you while softly giggling, “We’re gonna get caught one of these days babe.”

Shaking his head, Mark calmly crawled on top of you; wedging himself between your legs; he lowered himself, his lips ghosting over yours. “I’ll take responsibility if we ever do..” He hummed then softly pressed his lips against yours once again.
Your tongues entangled with one another as soft, airy moans freely flowed out of the two of you, harmonizing- almost echoing off the walls of the empty room.

His free hand began exploring your body. His fingertips lightly grazed your bare skin, trailing down to the valley between your breasts then circling your hardening nipples. “Mhhmm~” You whimpered into his mouth as he gently pinched at your sensitive, red hot flesh.

You could feel him start to gently grind his clothed, hardened member into your wanting heat as his hand furthered down your body; roughly gripping your hips as you rolled them up towards his crotch. Pulling away from your lips, an enticing groan escaped his kiss swollen lips as he peered down at you with this lust clouded gaze.
“Fuck, babygirl..” He seductively growled, grinding his member into your needy core, drawing out your loud little moans. “I want you so fucking badly..”

Nothing but pure, aching desire for your boyfriend crossed your mind, reaching your hands down- you pulled down your joggers, flinging them off as quickly as you could, “Fuck me.. please..” You softly pleaded, bucking your hips up to his member once more, “I want to feel you deep inside me..”

Mark immediately undid his jeans, yanking them down just passed his mid-thigh area finally allowing his painfully hard cock to spring free. He hissed slightly at the feeling of the cold air brushing against his hot length, “Shit babygirl, you have Daddy so fucking hard..”

Biting your lower lip, you reached down again only this time to you lightly grasped his cock, stroking it ever so slightly. “I love your cock so much Daddy..” You sweetly purred as you ran your fingertips over the tips, spreading the beads of precum leaking out of it.
With your other hand, you pushed your panties to the side and slowly guided him to your dripping entrance. As the head of his member gently pressed against your heat, you softly whined, “Fuck me Daddy..”

Wasting no time at all, he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head as he lowered his length into you. “God..” He groaned, licking his lips as he relished at the feeling of your tight velvet wrapping around his dick. “You’re always so fucking tight..” He softly growled as he began pumping in and out of you at a steady pace.

Your moans filled the room as he filled you, “Faster, Daddy please..” You airily sung as your mouth practically hung open.
Just as he listened to your request, drilling into with fast, long strokes- your moans mixing with his, creating an erotic song as the lewd noises the two of you filled the room.. that is until the door suddenly flung open, and the other boys seemed to pile into the room, nothing but laughter coming in with them.

“Why is it so dark in he- OH MY GOD!” Bambam suddenly shouted startling both you and Mark the moment he saw your nearly naked bodies entangled in one another.

The boys stood there, dumbfounded- their eyes widen as the trying not too directly at you.
Covering your face, a soft giggle flowed out of you as you lightly smacked your boyfriend’s chest. “Yah.. I told you this would happen.”
Frankly, the situation was embarrassing; you were basically naked in front of the guys you called your friends and caught having sex with your boyfriend, but at the same time you really could careless because all you wanted to do was cum and it seemed as if Mark felt the same.

“Fuck we’re sor-” Jaebum began, but was immediately cut off by your boyfriend, who was still buried deep inside you.

“Yo, guys, it’s cool.” He chuckled, “You can watch if you want..” He smoothly said, smugly peering down at your exposed body. Mark lightly traced his hand up your chest then tightly wrapping his long fingers around your throat as he continued pounding into you.
Your needy whimpers and high pitched moans filled the room once again as Mark talked over you,

“Watch all you want, I don’t mind- neither does my little slut..”

“You love being watched while Daddy fucks your brains out, huh princess?”

feminine hygiene

A/N: Not a request! But I couldn’t get this out of my head, so here you guys go. (also, two imagines in one day? I’m shocked at myself, lmao)

Summary:You’re hanging out with Peter when Mother Nature comes early.

Pairing: peter parker x reader

You sighed happily as you nuzzled closer into your boyfriend’s chest, blearily watching Star Wars on the TV screen. Peter pressed a kiss against the top of your head and you squirmed into a more comfortable position. You closed your eyes and tried to let sleep welcome you, feeling content and safe and warm in Peter’s embrace on the couch.

Pain shot through your abdomen and your face contorted. You held your breath and your lower abdomen clenched up, feeling like multiple sharp objects were raking down your skin from the inside.

You were confused for a second, and then your eyes shot wide open and you jumped out of Peter’s arms and off of the couch.

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Trolltunga, 2017

Before I get into the ins n’ outs and the magical photos I captured on this hike, I’ll note how two nights before this hike I found myself laying in bed at 4am with a twisted knot in my stomach.  

In hindsight, I think it was anxiety. I was terrified of this hike.  Terrified I wasn’t fit enough, or would get lost, or not make it there and back and fail.  I’ve wanted to do this hike for years, and was so annoyed at myself for getting so unfit over the last few months years, and had this terrible anxious feeling that made me toss and turn all night. 

Eventually (as I was going nutty!) I had to talk myself down from whatever preverbal cliff I was standing on, with words of comfort and encouragement and who cares if you don’t make it.  Luckily it worked, which lead to a lot of sleep the night before, and confidence going into the hike;  it didn’t matter if I didn’t make it, all I needed to do was try. 

Well, I made it, and oh.my, wow.  

The Internet told me it would take someone between ten to fourteen hours to do it, and I came in right at twelve.  It was magical and wonderful, and I am so pleased I went. Although, I will note, it was hard. 

So, what is Trolltunga? It is one of Norway’s most popular hikes, and is known for its “troll’s tongue,” a long skinny piece of rock, jutting out over a spectacular glacier lake.   I had seen photos of it when I lived in Australia(!) and vowed to one day tackle it, and on September 23, 2017, I did it. 

My alarm went off at 4:45am, and I rolled out of bed, into my boots, and out the door. 

The town was still sleepy below, but I made the 50 minute drive to the base of the hike.  

If you ever plan to do the hike: from Tyssedal head west for 7 km on Skjeggedalsvegen to the car park at the start of the hike. This is where the trailhead is located.  There is a small parking lot here with toilets, and parking costs NOK300. However, they allow 30 cars to the top parking area (which I recommend!), so the earlier you go, the better your chances of getting a spot.  It was NOK500 to park in the top lot, but very worth it, as the beginning of the trail is just gravel twisting and turning. 

I was car number 7, which meant at around 6am ish, I headed out onto the trail!  

The beginning of the hike was lovely. I was all alone with the sun rising ahead of me as I headed east through almost-autumn foliage. 

The path itself was well kept (at this point) with stones helping hikers clear streams (see below) and the elevation wasn’t too bad for the first few miles. 

Until.. BOOM. Up up and away! 

Other hikers had caught up with me at this point and were over taking me, but I am terrible at elevation so I trudged on slowly as the sun rose into the sky. 

As I moved to a higher elevation, I said goodbye to the trees, and shrubs and hello to rocks that had been moved here by glaciers millions of years ago. 

I spent most of the hike completely alone, so I had to stay on top of looking for the red wooden signs marking the trail.   At one point I definitely got lost, but thankfully two nice American men also had (I had followed them), so the three of us figured out (eventually) how to get back to the main trail. 

It was a beautiful day (yay!!!!!!!!!!) and I was in a great mood (I mean, how could I not be?!)

There’s a huge stretch of the hike I didn’t take any photos, but I was up in the middle of nowhere, on this flat piece of land that was all rocks, when suddenly I saw the dramatic drop. 

None of my photos to it justice. It was spectacular to see the land just suddenly disappear. 

On the way there I didn’t pay any attention to the time or distance or steps. I was on a mission to see Trolltunga, take in the views, and although quite a few folks had passed me here and there, I felt really good. 

Eventually the landscape changed once again, and it almost felt like I was on the moon!  I’d have to hop over streams and puddles as I moved towards the hike signs on the horizons. 

I figured I was close as a few hikers had pass me going back, which was all kinds of exciting, and then suddenly… Trolltunga did not disappoint. 

I quickly asked a stranger to get my “Trolltunga tongue photo,” (unfortunately on my iPhone, as I was worried the lady wouldn’t know how to use my SLR).  

I was lucky that I only had to line up 15 minutes for my photo. Because although most of the hike I hadn’t seen too many people, everyone doing the hike this day obviously gathered here. 

I then found a spot off to the side, where I settled in to eat my lunch. 

Take some selfies… 

And then take in even more views!

After about an hour, and just when the cold was really settling into my skin, I bid farewell to the now VERY crowded rock

And started my 6 hour hike back to the car.  The beginning of the hike voyage home started off well.  The majority of hikers definitely hadn’t sprung out of bed as early as I had, so I passed a huge number of hikers still heading to Trolltunga. 

I was in good spirits with the sun beaming down on me,  

And became OBSESSED with the delicious glacier water.  All the sites about this hike tell you to NOT bring water, as you can just scoop it up from one of the many moving streams you’ll encounter. 

I did this a handful of times and can’t even tell you how pure and amazing the water tasted. It truly has made me side-eye all water since. 

I bid farewell to the dramatic cliffs, 

Watched the clouds roll in, and walked, walked, walked. 

My camera roll tells me this is about the time I stopped taking photos, which means it was the time the hike got HARD.  At this point I had been on my feet for about eight hours and fatigue started to set in.  I took a lot of breaks to rest my feet, but would get nervous about the dark creeping in. 

The downhill parts were the hardest, as my muscles were already in pain. I was pleased I had made it to Trolltunga, but annoyed at myself for being so unfit.  Many hikers overtook me on my way back down, and I felt deflated when I checked the time…. four hours to go. 

Eventually, with swollen feet and a desperate pee break behind a rock 
(because LOL, no trees/shrubs) I made it back to the car.  I was EXHAUSTED, but happy. 

I sat in my car and checked my stats… 40,000 steps! Not too shabby at all. I then gave some German hikers a ride down to the lower car park, and then added my night’s destination into my GPS.  Three hour drive… no big deal, except it was (but I’ll leave that for another post), as this one is just to say

YAY I DID IT! Trolltunga, Norway: Check! Check! Check! ✓✓✓✓✓✓✓

Day 1: The Royal and the Ruffian

Note: I haven’t written fanfiction in a looooong time, but I had the time so figured I’d give it a shot, and chucked this junk out in a couple of hours, I hope people enjoy it!

“Marco Diaz to the principal’s office! Marco Diaz, to the principal’s office!”

It was far from the first time this particular announcement had been made in Ms. Skullnick’s class, but it caused the assembled students to groan all the same as they turned to stare at the bemused student sitting in the back of the classroom.

The girl sitting beside him sighed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “Marco, what in the world did you do this time?”

“Oh Jackie, wouldn’t you like to know?” Marco Diaz said, giving a coy smile.

Jackie shrugged, laying her head back down on her desk. “Not really, no.”

Basking in the stares from his fellow classmates, Marco Diaz slowly rose from his seat and stretched. By this point, the procedure was routine-not that it did much for his infuriated teacher’s blood pressure.

Locking eyes with Skullnick from across the classroom, Diaz confidently began strolling down the aisle, pretending to pay no attention to the various whispers that were already fluttering around the room. Reaching her desk, he leaned down on his elbow and smiled. “So, Miss S, do I… need a hall pass?”

“Just get out of here, you miscreant!” Skullnick shouted, showering Diaz with flecks of spittle. Chuckling, Diaz strolled out of the classroom and into the hallway just moments before Skullnick had a chance to explode again. He wasn’t afraid of her-honestly, he wasn’t sure how anyone could be-but she’d already saddled him with nearly a month’s worth of detention already, and even Diaz had limits.

As he walked down the hallway, however, the grin slowly faded from his face. The truth was, he didn’t have any idea what he was being called in for. By his standards, he’d practically been the exemplary safe kid all week. Not that half the teachers at Echo Creek wouldn’t have pinned any trouble on him without a thought, mind…

As he rounded the corner, he saw Principal Skeeves leaving his office beaming like a madman, his arms filled with some kind of wooden chest. Trailing behind was…

Diaz rubbed his eyes and looked again. No doubt about it, there was a girl exiting Skeeves’ office practically dressed like a Disney princess. It wasn’t a cheap costume, either-even from a distance, Diaz could tell that whatever the tiara was made from, it wasn’t cheap plastic. Even the wand she held in her hands, as ludicrous as it appeared at first glance, looked solid, to the point that Diaz felt hesitant to even get near the thing, lest the girl try and take a swing at him.

Shaking his head at the strange site, Diaz turned his focus back on his jubilant principal. “Hey, Eddie. Where you going with that, the ice cream shop?”

To his amazement, Skeeves practically skipped in response. “Oh, why a matter a fact I… Oh, hello, Mr. Diaz,” he said, his voice dropping from delight to disgust the instant he recognized the student walking up to him. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, walking by here without a hall pass.”

Diaz gave Skeeves a quizzical glance. “But… you called me here.”

“I did?” Skeeves replied. “Oh right, I did! Mister Diaz, meet Echo Creek’s latest transfer student, Star Butterfly!”

Princess Star Butterfly, daughter of Moon, heir to the throne of Mewni” the girl said, dipping into a practiced curtsy. And, after glancing quickly at Diaz’s torn jacket, dirty hoodie, and various scratches and scars, continued “And may I say it is such a… delight to meet you.”

“Oh please, Princess, the pleasure is all mine.” Diaz replied, giving an exaggerated and clearly sarcastic bow.

Going by the Princess’ furrowed eyebrows, she was not amused.

“Uh Princess, can I have a moment with Mr. Diaz?” Skeeves asked, and, moving quicker than Diaz had ever seen, cornered the surprised student.

“Okay Eddie, what is this about? Who is this crazy chick?” Diaz whispered.

Skeeves bristled at Diaz’s use of his first name, but quickly brushed past it. “This girl has very influential parents, and you are going to start making up for your dismal academic record by showing her around and keeping her from any bad influences.”

Diaz frowned. “Like me?”

Skeeves nodded. “Exactly. And maybe, if there’s any good fortune to be had, you might even pick up some of her good habits!”

Diaz chuckled, stepping away from the principal. “Yeah, good luck with that.”

“Pardon me, are you two quite finished?” Princess Butterfly asked, glaring impatiently.

“Oh, absolutely. Mr. Diaz is just about to give you the grand tour!” Skeeves said. “And don’t mess this up”, he hissed to Diaz.

Shrugging, Diaz walked forward. “Well, Princess, after me.”

Leaving the Skeeves behind, the two began walking through the halls. Given the chance to look at the Princess close up, Diaz could tell there was definitely something off about her. It wasn’t the outfit-given the material and the haughtiness behind it, he could definitely see her as being some out-of-touch royalty from the Kingdom of Wherever. But there was something else there-something from the way her eyes darted constantly, the way her hands gripped that ridiculous wand, the way she kept stealing furtive glances at her guide…

“So, uh, Mr. Diaz…” Princess Butterfly began, breaking the silence.

Diaz laughed. “Please, call me Marco.”

“Yes… Marco. Tell me, are you not supposed to be showing me around? Seeing how I’ll be here for… quite some time, I would like to know more about this place.”

“Oh, sure.” Diaz began looking around for things to point out. “Well, that’s the dumpster where I found that cool knife a couple weeks ago. Oh! And you can still see the blood where I accidentally stabbed myself!” he said, laughing.

Princess Butterfly gave him a sidelong glance. “That’s… interesting, but I was hoping for some more… how should I put this… useful information.”

Diaz put up his hands. “Well, if you want useful information Princess, don’t worry, Diaz here has you covered. You see that dark, spooky hallway right there?”


Great place to hang out if you want to scare the crap out of someone. Heck, just last week I snuck up on these two nerds walking by, and I’m pretty sure I gave the tall one a heart attack!” Diaz paused to wipe away a tear from his eye. “Ah, classic.”

“Uh… huh…” Princess Butterfly replied nervously. “It certainly sounds like there’s plenty of excitement at this school!”

“Oh, for sure.” Diaz replied. “You like excitement, Princess?”

“I mean, in moderate amounts, I suppose I do like a certain amount of excitement in my life.” Princess Butterfly replied. “Just last week, for instance, I assisted my dear friend Princess Flying Pony He-“

The Princess was stopped in her tracks as a massive, meaty fist hurtled out from behind a corner, missing Diaz by scant inches. Shocked, she raised her wand and began to speak-but stopped when she noticed her companion had barely flinched.

“Oh, hey Lars.” Diaz said as he nonchalantly stepped around the corner, ducking another fist. “You still mad about last week?”


“Look Lars, it’s not my fault you thought taking candy from literal babies was a good idea.” Diaz said, continuing to effortlessly sidestep each one of the larger teen’s slow, heavy punches. “Maybe getting grounded will be good for you, let you step back, examine your life.”


Diaz shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Before Princess Butterfly or Lars could react, Diaz ducked underneath Lars’ arm and delivered a solid blow to the brute’s stomach. As Lars reflexively doubled over, Diaz swept the taller boy’s leg, sending him off balance and crashing into the linoleum floor.

Shocked at the violent display before her, Princess Butterfly slowly began to back up. “Well, uh, Mr. D-I mean Marco, this has been educational and all, but I really should get going!”

“Oh yeah? Well, seeya later, new friend!” Diaz replied, smiling and waving before turning his attention back to the enraged Lars.

“Yes, well, farewell!” Princess Butterfly said, and took the opportunity to retreat as quickly and as dignified as her poofy dress allowed.

When the awful Diaz boy and his assailant were finally out of sight, she sighed and took a deep breath. She knew that coming to Earth would be a challenge, but this was almost too much. To think that the schoolmaster had paired her off with such a brute!

But then she remembered the alternative, and involuntarily shuddered. As bad as Earth was, it could never compare to the horrors of Saint Olga’s-and as long as she drew breath, she would do whatever she could to avoid going back. Even if it meant forever being forced to act as the spitting image of her mother-and even if it meant having to deal with such ruffians as Diaz.

“Yo, what’s up with the dress? You going to a ball or something?”

Startled, Princess Butterfly instinctively pulled up her wand and pointed it directly at the unforeseen foe-only to find her humming, glowing want inches away from the face of a mildly beamused teenage girl.

Sighing, Princess Butterfly lowered her wand. “I apologize, I’ve been a bit… distracted as of late. I didn’t mean to threaten you.”

The girl shrugged. “Whatever, it happens. Name’s Janna, you new around here?”

Princess Butterfly nodded. “Very. The schoolmaster assigned me a guide, but he’s proven to be… less than reliable.”

The girl nearly chocked from laughing. “You mean Marco? Man, what a loser.”

Princess Butterfly looked curiously at Janna. “You know that boy?”

Janna nodded. “Oh yeah, we go way back. He used to be a lot cooler, before he started trying to impress Jackie and went ‘bad boy’. Now he’s not even any fun to mess with.” She shrugged. “That’s life, I guess.”

Princess Butterfly nodded sagely. “Say, if you are familiar with this area, could you assist me? I’ve been given an address where I’ll be staying-I’d been hoping my guide would show me the way, but…” she sighed.

“Oh sure, give it here.”

Thankful she’d managed to find the first helpful person in the Earth Dimension so far, Princess Butterfly quickly opened her handbag and passed Janna the parchment she’d received from the schoolmaster.

When Janna saw the address, however, she frowned, then shrugged. “Yeah, that figures. I can take you there right now though, no problem.”

Princess Butterfly gave her a confused look. “But won’t you miss your studies?”

Janna laughed. “Yeah, I’ll miss them terribly. Come on, let’s go before a teacher spots us. Or,” she whispered, “Diaz comes back.”

For the first time in what felt like years, Star Butterfly giggled.


The journey home for Marco Diaz was painful, but satisfactory. As dumb as Lars was, he was still dangerous in a fight-and he’d managed to paint a black eye on Diaz for his troubles. Still, Diaz had managed to give more than he’d taken, and in an extra stroke of luck a couple other kids had seen Lars throw the first punch, sending the bully straight into detention and Diaz home scott-free. That, plus his encounter with the weird Princess girl getting him out of math early, put the day into a solid ‘victory’ category.

Humming cheerfully to himself as he approached his house, he walked straight to the door and swung it open. To his immense surprise, he saw the girl from before sitting daintily on the couch with his parents, sipping a cup of tea.

“And then, my dear friend Flying Princess Pony Head said-YOU!” Princess Butterfly spat out her tea in a blind panic.

“Surprised not everyone is named Diaz, huh?” Diaz said, chuckling. Ol’ Skeeves had mentioned the Princess was a foreign exchange student, but Diaz had completely failed to connect the dots that she’d probably be staying here. And apparently, to her dismay, so had the Princess.

“Marco, hello!” Angie Diaz said as she rose from the couch to greet her son. “Is that… a black eye?”

“You didn’t get into another fight, did you?” Rafael Diaz said.

“Oh please, it’s just a scratch.” Diaz replied. “And besides, the other guy started it! I just, you know, ended it.”

Rafael glared disapprovingly. “Son, we’ll talk about that later. For now, why don’t you show Princess Butterfly to her room?”

Diaz nodded. “Sure thing. Well, come along, Princess.”

Resigned to her fate, Princess Butterfly followed Diaz up the stairs. Following him into the first room, Princess Butterfly found herself in, by her standards, a relatively small room with sparse furnishings. Despite her best efforts to keep a straight face, she couldn’t prevent Diaz from catching a glimpse of her disappointment.

“Not good enough for you, Princess?” Diaz asked, smiling wryly and leaning against the wall. “We would’ve given you the executive suite, but that one’s booked solid through January, and it’s $650 a night on top of that.”

A spark of rebellion flashed within Princess Butterfly, and she drew her wand. Her mother had been very firm on the subject-any unauthorized or unnecessary use of magic would be grounds to send her straight back to Saint O’s.

But, for Star Butterfly at this very moment, no other action could come even close to feeling as necessary or proper.

“Sparkle Glitter BOMB EXPAND!” She shouted, feeling the magic energy pulse through the wand. In a flash, the sparse guest room was replaced by a golden Mewnian tower, identical to the one that housed her room back home.

Diaz, for his part, fell back the moment the wall he’d been leaning against vanished. Slamming against the floor, he gazed up in wonderment at the expanse above him.

“You… you…”

Princess Butterfly deliberately ignored him as she went to sit on her new four-poster bed. “Hmm, yes, I think that will do, don’t you think?”

“You cast magic!” Diaz shouted as he scrambled to his feet. “That was magic!”

Princess Butterfly rolled her eyes. “Yes, what an astute observation.”

“Hey, can you do my room? That was so cool!”

Surprised, Princess Butterfly turned to look at her new housemate. Instead of the aloofness and ‘cool’ Diaz had been putting on full display the entirety of the short time she’d known him, the boy appeared legitimately excited and eager.

Princess Butterfly grinned as she leaped off her bed. “Well, I suppose I could take a look…”

Diaz immediately ran out of the room and down the hallway, leaving Princess Butterfly to follow him as quickly as she could. Rounding the corner into the next room down, she found a room that was spaciously similar to the former guest room, but decorated much more to Diaz’s… tastes. Posters hung from every available surface depicting what Princess Butterfly could only assume were musical acts of some variety, decorated with fonts stylized to the point of illegibility. There were also pictures of carriages in the earth style, particularly the seemingly highly impractical variety which only had two wheels. In the corner sat what appeared to be a strange type of lute. Everything else, unfortunately, was practically covered in discarded or dirty clothing.

Princess Butterfly had a flashback to when she’d once spied her father’s room in the castle, and nearly retched.

Diaz ignored her completely, and was already gushing over his desires. “So, could you, like, put a skylight in here? Or, oh, maybe a spot where I can set up some amps! And oh, man, if you could fit a motorcycle in here, I bet Jackie would freak when I told her! She’s really into that skating stuff, but I bet a motorcycle would-“

Princess Butterfly smiled. “Alright, Diaz, hold on, I have this.” Holding the wand aloft, she began speaking the words as they appeared in her head-but almost immediately, she could tell something had gone wrong.

Mystic Room Suck Transform!”

Almost immediately, a black portal appeared in the center of the room. Objects throughout the room began shooting through the portal, and Princess Butterfly was nearly knocked off her feet by the onrush of wind. Grabbing onto the shocked Diaz, she latched onto the doorframe and pulled them both through, slamming the door behind them.

Before she could catch her breath, Diaz was already standing and shouting. “Suck? SUCK? Why was the word suck in that spell?!”

Princess Butterfly could barely respond. She hadn’t meant for it to come out that way-of course she didn’t-but she couldn’t find the words to defend herself. Instead, she merely stood up and began walking down the stairs.

“Hey! I’m not done… wait, where are you going.”

“I’m leaving!” Princess Butterfly shot back. “If you’re going to be here, then I’ll just find someplace else to stay!”

“Wait, Princess-“

Ignoring the boy behind her, and filled with rage and embarrassment, Princess Butterfly marched right out the door, and slammed it back shut with her wand the moment before Diaz could reach it. Grinning slightly at the loud wooden THUNK, Princess Butterfly continued right down the driveway and didn’t look back.


Diaz had messed up, and he knew it.

He’d known right from the second he saw the Princess’ face that she hadn’t meant to destroy his room, and he’d exploded at her anyway. Between that and his cheerful abandonment of her earlier in the day, and he wouldn’t have blamed her if she hated him. And, for the most part, he’d earned it.

Sailing on his bike through the warm autumn night, Diaz continually looked for any sight of the Princess and her poofy blue dress. It had already been several hours since she’d disappeared, and he was slowly giving up hope-but he knew that, even if she was magic, she was still lost and alone in an unfamiliar place. And, though he hated to admit it, he would have never have been able to forgive herself if she became lost or injured because of him.

Then, he spotted the golden crown of Hamburger Monarch.

Peddling as fast as he could, he was rewarded by the relieving sight of Princess Butterfly, standing right in the middle of the drive-thru lane, shouting at the ordering window.

“I have said it once and I’ll say it again, I demand to speak to the sovereign of this realm!”

“Ma’am, please, this is a drive-thru.”

“Princess!” Diaz shouted, waving with an outstretched hand.

Startled, Princess Butterfly turned and immediately buried her hand in her face.

“Hey, wait, wait, I just want to say something.” Diaz said as he rolled to a stop, and hopped off his bike. “Look, I know I was being a jerk before, and it’s not your fault. You didn’t have a choice to live with me, and heck, I bet you didn’t even have a choice to come here.”

Princess Butterfly looked up, and suddenly stared at something behind him. “Uh, Diaz-“

“And I get it, that’s not fair. So look, I don’t know how long you’re gonna be here, but I’ve got some other places I can stay until then. You seem like a nice person, and I don’t want you to-“


“Get hurt because of something dumb that I said, since-“


Finally getting the hint, Diaz turned around and found himself looking straight into a menagerie of horrors. About a half-dozen monsters were arrayed in a semi-circle in front of him, all surrounding what appeared to be some kind of diminutive bird… thing.

“Well, Princess Star Butterfly, we meet again!” the creature chuckled. “You may have escaped Saint Olga’s, but you won’t escape my clutches this time.”

“Woah, hey, hey, what’s going on here?” Diaz said, raising his arms. “You guys all know each other?”

“That’s Ludo!” Princess Butterfly exclaimed. “He’s after my wand!”

“And you guys are like, monsters and stuff?” Diaz asked, walking over to one of the hideous creatures before him. “What are you, like a deer… guy?”

“My name is-“

“HIS name isn’t important right now!” Ludo shouted. “What’s important is-“

“Hey there, buddy, just relax!” Diaz said, resting his hand on the confused deer-creature’s shoulder. Twenty feet away, Princess Butterfly was practically dancing with confusion and anticipation, but Diaz put her out of his mind. “Why can’t we all be friends? I mean, I just met this girl, there’s nothing saying I can’t help you get that wand.”

Princess Butterfly looked like she’d been shot. “Diaz, what are you saying?!”

“REALLY?” Ludo said, and began walking forward. “You know, we could always use some extra muscle on our team, and-“

Before he could finish, Diaz swung his foot forward as quickly as he could. Connecting his foot solidly with Ludo’s chest, he sent the monster flying straight through the take-out window of the neighboring restaurant.

Before any of the other monsters could react, Diaz reached into his pocket and wrapped his hand around a pair of gleaming gold-plated brass knuckles. Twisting around, he sucker-punched the deer-creature as hard as he could, sending the creature down and wheezing.

But the deer-creature was just one monster-and it didn’t take long for the rest to come to their senses. Rapidly, the monsters began to surround Diaz, and then slowly closed in.

“Run for it, Princess!” Diaz shouted, glancing nervously at the approaching creatures. “I’ll hold these jerks off!”

Almost too quietly to here, Princess Butterfly replied “I’m not running anymore.”

A second later, one of the monsters-some kind of overgrown frog-leaped at Diaz, only to be caught in midair by a pink blast and sent flying into the pavement a dozen yards away.

Shocked, Diaz turned to Butterfly, still clutching her smoking wand. “You can fight with that thing?”

Grinning, Princess Butterfly nodded.

Smiling from ear to ear, Diaz turned back towards the now clearly nervous monsters, and cracked his knuckles. “Well then Princess, let’s dance.

The fight, as it was, ended shockingly quickly. The monsters were tough, there was no doubt about it-but between Diaz’s honed street-fighting skills and the Princess’ mystical wand, it wasn’t long before the assembled monsters had found themselves groaning and lying face down in the broken pavement of the ruined Hamburger Monarch parking lot.

Breathing heavily, Diaz watched as the monsters slowly crawled away, escaping through some strange portal. Then, without warning, he felt a gentle hand upon his shoulder.

“Diaz… thanks for the help back there.” Princess Butterfly said. “I really mean it.”

“Aw, it was no sweat.” Diaz replied. “Those guys weren’t even that tough. And besides, it was your wand doing most of the work. I couldn’t believe that thing!”

Princess Butterfly nodded graciously. “Well, you certainly weren’t letting up any slack with that weapon of yours.”

“Oh, you mean this?” Diaz lifted up the gold knuckles. “Cool, huh? I lifted them off some kid heading to Karate practice.”

Princess Butterfly laughed, shaking her head disapprovingly. “Diaz, you’re such a… ruffian!”

Diaz smirked. “Well, pardon me, my gracious, perfect Princess.”

Princess Butterfly flinched involuntarily, then laughed again. “Well, I suppose we should head home.”

“We? Oh, so you can stand me, now?”

“I suppose you’ve proven your more… admirable qualities.” Princess Butterfly replied. “Perhaps I may even make a model citizen out of you!”

“Pff, please. Hang out with me, and you’ll be helping to bring down civilized society in no time.”

Princess Butterfly looked up at the night sky, and began walking back in the direction of home. “I suppose we’ll have to see.”

Diaz paused for a moment before skipping forward to follow. “I suppose we shall.”

(submitted by aceb133)

So, I played @musician15painter‘s game to take those 9 Dianakko doodles, order them, and then try to tell the story behind them… and I decided that if I was going to play the game and think up the story I may as well try to write the story… and then it got out of hand and hit almost 9000 words… -cough-

They suggested I make it public, and with the game over (and wow was I off LOL) I decided now was the time to do so.

The numbers are in the sections that have the corresponding piece of fanart. It was honestly a whole lot of fun writing this (considering the whole puzzle game aspect, even given how different it is) and I hope you enjoy reading this.

Should totally check the actual answer here btw ahhhhhhhhh.

I’m not sure about summaries, but if I had to come up with something, it starts with one overnight cram session that would inevitably lead to so much more.

Edit: Fanfic.net link here (note, tweaks have been made to both ff.net and here, nothing major though. just correcting a few typos i noticed upon switching) I made it part of distractions cause oh boy did this distract me LOL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12593389/7/Distractions

Keep reading

Sometimes you don’t fall in love with someone at first sight. Sometimes it happens over a period of weeks, months, years; sometimes it happens over and over again.

Alternatively: Vivi Swore She Wouldn’t Write Angst Anymore but Here She Is, After Watching Hyunsik’s Swimming MV, Full of Regrets (ok there isn’t any angst in this first part thank god it was too long so i chopped it i swear)

  • Eunwoo’s parents making month-long annual trips every school holiday to Eunwoo’s mum’s hometown by the sea 
    • Baby!Eunwoo gurgling and laughing when wet by sea spray 
    • One year old Eunwoo holding a smol crab in his hands, eyes wide in awe
    • Two year old Eunwoo making smol footprints with his dad in the sand 
    • Three year old Eunwoo stacking rocks and happily talking to himself 
    • Four year old Eunwoo sticking his feet in the sea and squealing loudly for his mum to pick him up because it’s cold, mama it’s cold 
    • Five year old Eunwoo holding his brother’s hand and clutching a fish and beaming at the camera 
  • And it’s on this sixth trip that Eunwoo’s mum winds a silver chain around Eunwoo’s neck and brings him to a neighbourhood jewellery store 
    • It isn’t so much of a jewellery store as a trinket shop that happens to carve sea glass beads
    • Eunwoo’s mum gets a new one every year and only swaps it out when she heads back to her hometown, almost like a renewal of sorts, as if telling the sea and the sky that she’ll keep them in her heart and she promises, promises, promises that she’ll come back the next year 
    • And even if Eunwoo and his brother don’t grow up with their feet in saltwater and sea breeze in their hair, she wants them to have at least something that reminds them of her own home 
    • So every year she intends to bring Eunwoo and his brother to the store to let them pick out colours they like and swap out the previous year’s charm for a new one
  • And so Eunwoo is five when he stumbles into the shop for the first time 
    • He’s entranced by tinkly windchimes and odd-shaped mirrors, hands wandering over soft cushions and old silver boxes, surrounded musty wood-lacquer smell and a stronger, overriding smell of the sea 
    • Eunwoo stopping by a quaint little mirror 
    • Eunwoo blinking because this doesn’t seem like a mirror 
    • Those aren’t his eyes and that isn’t his hair 
    • And when he reaches out a hand his not-reflection blinks and moves out of the way 
    • Eunwoo blinks
    • Eunwoo: “you’re not a reflection" 
    • Not-Reflection, blinking back: 
    • Eunwoo, stretching his finger 
    • Not-Reflection squeaking and scuttling off 
    • Eunwoo, jumping back slightly and scrambling to find his mum 
  • And he sees Not-Reflection sat down on a glass counter, small chubby arms wrapped around a woman’s neck and head tilted so he can monitor Eunwoo out the corner of his eye 
    • Eunwoo raising a hand to say hi 
    • Not-Reflection ducking his head and burying his nose in the woman’s shoulder 
    • Eunwoo’s mum cooing: "awww he’s shy, isn’t he? Eunwoo was like that last year too" 
    • And suddenly the two women are talking like old friends, gesturing and using Big Words and stuff until the woman lets Not-Reflection down to the floor
    • The woman: "Go make friends, Binnie!" 
  • Cue Binnie peeking out from behind the glass counter, big eyes blinking at Eunwoo 
    • Eunwoo doesn’t know what to do????? 
    • Eunwoo: "Binnie? Hi?" 
    • Binnie peeking at Eunwoo: 
    • He raises a hand in greeting like his teacher taught him and Binnie immediately ducks back behind the counter 
    • Eunwoo pouting until he notices Binnie poking his head out again 
    • Rinse and repeat until Eunwoo notices Binnie starting to giggle each time he pokes his head out 
    • Oh
    • They’re playing hide & seek 
    • Eunwoo grinning because he’s good at this!! 
  • Except his mum is calling for him and asking him to choose a bead 
    • Bin pouting because does this mean he can’t play with his new friend anymore?
    • Eunwoo’s mum setting his brother down on the glass counter and letting him point at random beads and babble 
    • Bin’s mum lowering a tray of beads to the floor so Eunwoo and Bin can kneel over it and pick
    • Eunwoo carefully scrutinising the beads before settling on a cloudy white one 
    • Bin beaming and shaking out a thin black corn from under Binnie’s shirt because look !!! 
    • The same!!!! 
    • Binnie & Eunwoo can match!!!! 
    • Eunwoo’s mum laughing 
  • Eunwoo leaving his mum to discuss with Bin’s mum how she wants the number 6 carved on the bead since it’s Eunwoo’s sixth year visiting in favour of poking Bin’s cheek 
    • Very squish, Eunwoo approves 
    • Bin looks mildly offended before prodding Eunwoo’s too 
    • Eunwoo, giggling a little before offering a slightly garbled: "my name’s Eunwoo!!" 
    • Bin, with his finger still buried in Eunwoo’s cheek: "Eu Noo?" 
    • Do you remember when Bin used to tag his 달콩 photos with 으누 instead of 은우 I’m so weak
    • Eunwoo, gently dislodging said finger: "Eunwoo!" 
    • And as his mother’s taught him to greet new friends, Bin reaches up to Eunwoo on his tippy toes and presses a sticky kiss to Eunwoo’s cheek 
    • Eunwoo blinking 
    • Eunwoo breaking out into a smile 
  • And this is how Bin ends up stuck to Eunwoo’s side the rest of Eunwoo’s visit 
    • Down to the wooden-plank pier? 
    • Bin’s trailing behind Eunwoo, talking Eunwoo’s ear off about how that one time he saw a bird as huge as a monster fly down and scoop chips from his dad’s open hand 
    • At the candy store? 
    • Bin pointing out different candies he really likes and Eunwoo using his extra height to scoop more of them to shove in a bag 
    • In Bin’s mum’s shop? 
    • Eunwoo’s reading aloud to an increasingly sleepy Bin until Bin’s cheeks squish against Eunwoo’s shoulder and Eunwoo dozes off too 
    • In Eunwoo’s grandpa’s garden?
    •  Eunwoo’s pointing out different plants and giving them random names like "the Terminator” and “Butt” and Bin’s laughing like it’s the funniest thing he’s heard in ages 
    • Eating snacks? 
    • Eunwoo’s counting the number of marshmallows Bin can stuff in his cheeks without them bursting and Bin’s giggling because Eunwoo looks so focussed 
    • Both of them yelling in dismay when all this gooey, pink marshmallowey gunk starts spewing from Bin’s mouth as a result of him giggling 
  • The month winding up way too soon and all of a sudden Eunwoo’s mum’s packing up Eunwoo’s stuff into luggage bags 
    • And when the day comes for Eunwoo to leave their mums promise to stay in touch and Bin’s looking at Eunwoo like he doesn’t understand the concept of a year 
    • Bin: “How long’s that?" 
    • Eunwoo, thoughtfully: "Long." 
    • Bin, suddenly fiercely hugging this boy with bright eyes and beautiful smile who ran his fingers over boxes and sauntered into Bin’s life 
    • Eunwoo being slightly stunned but smiling and hugging him back because he’ll miss his friend 
    • But it’s okay!! He’ll see him in a year and that’s really all that matters
  • Except they don’t really know how long a year is
    • Bin, two days after Eunwoo left for the city: “Ma, when’s Eunwoo coming back?”
    • Bin, three days after Eunwoo left: “Is a year up yet?”
    • Bin, four days after Eunwoo left, picking at his fingernails and refusing to look up: “Why isn’t Eunwoo coming back?”
    • Bin’s mum answer’s always: “Eunwoo’s coming back in a year, baby” but Bin never knows how much that is 
    • Bin, rolling on the ground: “Is a year up yet?”
    • Bin, face squished against the glass counter as his little feet kick the air: “Has it been a year yet?”
    • Bin, rubbing the pale white stone around his neck: “It’s been a week and Eunwoo isn’t back yet, when’s he coming back?”
    • Until one day Bin’s mum hands him a calendar and a marker and tells him to cross off the days and once he makes it through an entire calendar, he’ll see Eunwoo again 
  • And of course Bin starts on it right away 
    • He crosses off every single box every single day for a month 
    • And then promptly loses his marker and forgets all about it 
    • Because Eunwoo or not, life as a four year old goes on and Bin has things to see and places to explore 
    • Until a year rolls around and Bin’s curled up on the sofa in his family shop tinkering around with some wind chimes 
    • And a boy with a white sea glass bead on a silver chain barrels into the shop, yelling: “BIN!!” 
  • And just like this, Bin and Eunwoo fall back into place, side by side, hand-in-hand, running around and falling asleep and eating and yelling and playing hide and seek and doing dumb things
    • Bin: “I dare you to eat sand.”
    • Eunwoo:
    • Bin:
    • Eunwoo:
    • Bin: “no actually you’re right don’t do it”
  • Eunwoo picking a pale blue sea glass bead and Bin picking an exact same one and both of them staring curiously as Bin’s mum snaps a magnifying glass on and starts carving a small 7 on Eunwoo’s bead’s smooth surface
    • Eunwoo smoothly sliding Bin’s bead onto his black cord and looping it around his neck and tucking it into his shirt 
    • Bin’s chubby fingers sliding Eunwoo’s piece on Eunwoo’s chain and Bin beaming with pride when he hands it back to Eunwoo 
  • And this time, when Bin sees Eunwoo off, he presses a small glass vial, half-filled with sand and topped with seawater (prepared by Bin’s mum under Very Careful Supervision by Binnie himself), so “when you go back to city life you’ll still think of me!”
    • Eunwoo throwing his arms around Bin and laughing because look!!! his friend made a thing!!!!!!!
  • And there it stays, on Eunwoo’s windowsill in the city 
    • Eunwoo looking up from where he’s playing on the floor when sunlight streams through his window and the seawater makes the light dance 
    • Eunwoo lying on the ground and squinting at the shadows and rainbows the bottle casts
    • Eunwoo adjusting him position on the ground and watching sunlight filter through the bottle on his windowsill right onto his hands 
    • Eunwoo watching the water ripple sometimes when a door bangs somewhere in their apartment and pretending it’s the same way his best friend’s eyes sparkle when he’s talking about something he loves
    • Eunwoo sometimes pulling the bottle from his windowsill and feeling its soft, small weight in his palm
    • Eunwoo pretending that here, this is it, this is an adequate replacement for him holding his best friend’s hand, going around with sand beneath their feet and salt in their hair and cheeks flushed red from laughing
    • Eunwoo smiling because yeah, he just got back from holiday but suddenly he’s really looking forward to the trip next year again

see i told you there wasn’t any angst (yet)

justfangirlingaround  asked:

And can you do from affection starters two, ten and twelve?~~ with Philip or John?~~😊💖💛✨ (if you can of course✨)

“It’s too cold! Get back here…”

Northern winter’s were not at all what you were used to. You literally wearing 3 pairs of fuzzy socks, along with Philip’s college sweatshirt. He didn’t seem to mind the winter at all, casually lounging in his pajama pants. You waddled around the house, following him around like a puppy. The man was a human heater, so you wrapped your around around him, from behind. He couldn’t even see your hands, his sweatshirt was a little big on you. You clung onto him, walking behind him as he made breakfast. 

“How you doin’, Honey?” he asked, smiling to himself as you pressed up against him as close as you could. 

“Cold.” you mumbled. 

“It’s not too bad,” he teased, “you gonna eat anything?”

You just shook your head, he felt it against his back.

“Of course not, you’re gonna make me eat standing aren’t you?”

You just giggled in response, leaning into him. He sighed, pulling out a spoon from a drawer and eating his cereal with you purring against him, he shifted his hips from time to him, making it more comfortable to stand. He felt your fingertips trace his muscles while you contently clung onto him. From time to time you placed a loving kiss against his back, and he didn’t mind one bit. 

Eventually though he said you were going to have to let go so he could get dressed. You tried to pull him back against you, standing your ground, but your socks just slid across the floor. Your feet began to slide along the wooden floor, easily begin trailed behind him as he walked down the hall. 

“This isn’t fair!” you whined, “It’s too cold! Get back here…you have nowhere to be today! Cuddle!”

He stopped, with a playful huff, letting you snuggle up against him again. 

“Better?” he asked as you nuzzled against his back, squeezing around his torso.

 “Much better…my Philip.”

“I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long. Come here, I missed you” & “Ssh, you’re safe I won’t let you go.”
Sorry this one’s so short!

“Where have you been…” you asked, knees tucked against your chest. 

“I- I didn’t mean to leave you alone for son long,” he could tell you were scared, “Come here, I missed you.”

You got up from where you sat on the couch. Slowly walking over to his embrace. He held you in his arms, you felt warms tears start to roll down your cheeks. You gripped him a little tighter, breath hitching as you let out a shaky breath. 

“Tell me?” he asked, stroking your hair. 

You closed your eyes, “It was dark, and I felt alone,” you started, “I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t talk, I- I was stuck.” 

He rubbed you back, feeling you shake a little. 

“They were really loud, John.” you buried your face into his chest, “the storms.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and started crying, shamelessly in his arms. You whispered your “comfort words” and he’d whisper them back. Occasionally you’d stop, and he’d have to repeat the word until you responded, it was just your coping mechanism. He tried helping in every way he could. When you finally seemed to be calming down, thunder struck again, sending you into panic. You whimpered and clung to him starting to cry,

“Ssh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.” John rocked you. 


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To Be Continued Pt II

Here it is. Enjoy. 

do you think you could do a lil thing where youre one of the dancers in the whats wrong video an theres a lil bit of ~tension~ between you and lynn??

You watched Lynn as she strode out of the bathroom, giving you a quick smile before she disappeared entirely. You caught your breath, adjusting your appearance in the mirror before finally managing to get yourself to leave. You wandered to the dressing room, keeping a low key eye out for Lynn. You couldn’t find her, probably because she was shooting in the dining room set and you were still at the front of the house. You could hear ‘What’s Wrong’ being played back, the sound of Lynn’s voice enough to make you dizzy. You smiled stupidly to yourself as you made your way to the costume rack. You could still feel her hands on your waist, your bottom lip swollen from where she had bitten it. 

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I Missed You (NSFW Manorian Fic)

Because I saw the post @saessenach contributed to with MANORIAN KINK

Couldn’t resist

None of the characters used are mine. All copyright of Sarah J. Maas.


Manon sighed as she walked up the wooden stairs, leaving a trail of her armour behind her as she ascended. She was exhausted. With new witch members wanting to join the Wastes, which she ruled, she hadn’t had a chance to be with herself. Or her boyfriend, especially.

Manon had missed him. The whole week she was away, she missed him more than she thought she would. Being taught to never feel for the slightest things growing up, actually feeling something was something foreign to Manon.

She open the door to her and Dorian’s bedroom quietly, shutting it just the same. She quickly jumped into the bath that she speedily prepared and changed into one of Dorian’s older tunics that he had given her.

Because you keep stealing my new tunics that I actually need, he reasoned with her as he gave her a mountain of his old tunics.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! May I request a scenario of Ravus and his female s/o's first kiss?

A/N: Of course! Thanks for being the first request of this new blog. The location is based on a nature preserve called Lake Katherine, in case you wanted to set the mood with some images. It’s a pretty romantic place. I bring my GF there all the time.

Ravus arrived at your door a few minutes early. You had been on a few dates with him already, and felt comfortable enough with him that when he had requested a more private activity for the evening you could accept without hesitation. You opened the door. He greeted you with a smile and held out his arm to escort you to his car.

“What scheme did you brew up for our date?” you asked. He had a habit of creating intricate plans. Whether its dinner or a night out, there was always something to surprise you.

Scheme?” he chuckled. “I’ve decided on something a bit simpler this time.”

Apparently something “simpler” was a forest trail wrapping around a lake. You took time on the stroll, making small talk and watching ducks, geese, and swans seemingly glide through the water which reflected the setting sun. All this time such a beautiful place was so close to where you lived and you had no idea.

At parts the trail drifted away from the lake, following along a small stream instead. You, having had no idea this is what Ravus had had planned, weren’t wearing shoes that were exactly comfortable for walking in. That being said, when you saw a wooden bench along this trail, you took the opportunity to sit down. He sat down next to you, taking your hand in his and stroking your knuckles with his thumb. 

“Are you enjoying yourself, (y/n)?” he asked.

“It’s not hard to enjoy time spent with you,” you respond. You’re too busy watching a pair of ducks coming out of the rocky stream in front of you to notice his smile. You feel his knuckles gently slide down your cheek, and you turned to face him.

“We could make a habit of coming here,” he suggested.

You smiled and leaned closer to him. “I’d like that.”

He caressed your cheek yet again, slowly drawing nearer to you. His eyes met yours. He subtly licked his lips, and you found yourself gazing at them. Without realizing it, the two of you had grown closer and closer. The scent of his cologne struck you harder and harder with every inhale. Your heart raced as you felt his breath against your face, and you froze as he gingerly grabbed you by the back of your neck. Finally, closing the gap between you, your lips made contact with his, warmth flooding through your face. He was gentle and reserved, almost as though he was holding back. You pressed harder against his lips, and he seemingly gave in. You started to pull away, but he lightly bit your bottom lip to pull you back in for another few glorious drawn-out seconds. He placed yet another kiss on your nose before drawing away himself, and you leaned against his shoulder.

“Could we make a habit of that, too?” you asked.

“I wouldn’t mind,” he admitted. “We should get back before- ah!”

One of the ducks you were watching had decided that Ravus looked comfortable and that she was now going to lay on your boyfriend’s lap. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his exasperated look. 

“We’re leaving once this bird decides to move,” he sighed.