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vanwritesfan-fiction · 3 months

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Request: I have a dad Travis/fluff that could turn into smut?

The kids are interested in seeing/hearing about their wedding. Videos, pics, songs, rings and the dress. The girls are fascinated with the dress and want her to put it on. It goes on but it won’t zipper/snug. She gets a little sad but later Travis reminds her how he loves every inch of her body. What her body gave him (3 healthy beautiful kids) and how she’s even more beautiful now then the day they got married.

Warnings: language, smut, references to body image issues

"I didn't realize all of this was in here", you admitted as you took yet another cardboard box from Travis' hands and placed it on the floor of your guest room. You were cleaning out the room in anticipation of your parent's arrival in a couple of days, and it quickly turned into a bigger project than you were expecting.

"When we moved into this house, I think we just threw everything we didn't want to think about in the closet", Travis chuckled, letting out a huff as he placed his hands on his hips, trying to catch his breath. "I think that's all of them. You need help going through them?"

You nodded your head as you moved over to him, your hands wrapping around his sides. "I think I've got it. Thank you for your help." You rose to your tippy toes for a quick peck, but Travis' large hands quickly found the back of your neck, pulling you in close to his body and deepening the kiss. "The kids are bound to come running in here any second", you whispered as you broke apart for a breath. "I set them in front of the TV with Moana playing, we have at least twenty minutes", he smiled as he leaned in for another kiss, feeling butterflies in your stomach, the same intensity as the first time you kissed over a decade ago.

As if they heard you, only seconds later, Alex and Savannah came running into the room, Sav in tears with a stuffy in her hands. Travis was fully prepared to ignore them for another moment, but you gently pushed him away with a grin on your face. "Behave", you warned under your breath before turning to your kids.

"What happened, Nannah?", you asked as you wiped the tears from her face, bending down to her level. "Bubba-won't-let-me-play-with-him", she spoke through tears, an exasperated breath between each word. "That's not true!", Alex shot back, "she was trying to take Optimus Prime, and I was playing with it!"

"Was not!" Savannah wiped her snotty nose with her sleeve as she looked at her brother through tears.

"Nannah, why don't you help me in here? Mama is going through some fun boxes." You were trying to stave off a meltdown through redirection. "Are there toys?", she said with a sniffle, making you laugh. "Lets see. I'm not sure what's in these boxes to tell you the truth."

"Can I help, too!", Alex perked up at the idea. "Yes of course, I would love your help", you remarked as you ran a hand through his hair, ruffling his curls. The kids climbed on the bed, excited to help. Knowing they were distracted, Travis gave you a quick kiss on the forehead, playfully grabbing a handful of your butt as he walked out of the room, making you jump. You shot him a look, but couldn't help the smile the crept on your face.

You let out a sigh as you looked around the room at the mess you'd created. Hours later and you were no closer to organizing the guest room, and honestly, Alex and Sav weren't much help. They wanted stories about every item they came across, and while you enjoyed the trips down memory lane, it was just delaying a project you thought wouldn't take more than the morning.

You were going through some old letters from High School when you heard a squeal from Savannah. Your head shot up at the sound, concerned. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Mama, is this yours?" she tried to hold up your wedding dress, but it was a little too heavy for her little arms. You got up to help her, holding up the simple white silhouette, with a fitted bodice. "Yes, this is the dress Mama wore when she married Daddy." You turned to face the mirror propped up in the corner of the room, memories of one of the best days of your life flooding your mind.

"Mama, you look so pretty!", Sav looked at you with wide eyes, a hand clamped over her mouth in excitement. "Thank you, baby. Maybe when you get older you can wear this to your wedding."

"I'm not gonna get married", she exclaimed as she looked over at her brother who was flipping through wedding photos, "boys are stinky and stupid!"

"Whatever", Alex bit back with a roll of his eyes.

"Good God!", Travis let out a sharp whistle, making you turn on your heels. He swept Savannah up in his arms when she ran over to him. "How is it you look even better than the first time I saw you in that dress?" You could hear the sincerity in his voice and he couldn't take his eyes off of you, but you still felt a little insecure. You noticed how your stomach peaked out, framing the silhouette of the dress. You had no doubt gained weight after having three kids pretty quickly, but you were so caught up in the whirlwind of your life, you forgot that so many things had changed, especially your physical appearance.

"Can you wear the dress, Mama?" Savannah asked, her hands clasped together. "Maybe another time, baby." You turned to the side, noticing how your tummy stuck out a little further then you remembered, and had your thighs gotten bigger in the last couple of months?

"Pwease?". Your heart twinged at her tiny voice, and you let out a sigh as you unzipped the back of the dress. "Just for a second", you said, more as a reminder to yourself than an agreement to your daughter. You stepped into the dress, and gently pulled the fabric above your hips. You closed your eyes as you heard a tiny rip, but you got it all the way up. It wasn't until you slipped the straps on and tried to zip the dress back up that you realized it wasn't going to fit.

"Here, let me help you." Travis put Savannah down and walked over to you, trying to pull the tiny zipper up the length of your back, but could only make it a little of the way before you couldn't breathe. You weren't sure if it was from panic or the tightness of the bodice. "Its not going to fit", you whispered. Travis tried one more time, before letting go. He could see the hurt in your face through the mirror. "It's okay, it probably shrunk over the years." You nodded, feeling your eyes sting with tears.

Travis found you later that night, standing in front of your closet mirror in nothing but your underwear, examining your body. You pulled at the loose skin that hung from your arms as you extended them out to the sides. That definitely wasn't there when you started dating Travis, but it seemed like no matter how many hours you spent at the gym, your body just wouldn't budge.

"What're you doing?", he asked, posted up against the door frame. His eyes hung heavy with exhaustion as he rubbed a hand over his buzzcut head. You didn't even bother to look over at him, you were so consumed with staring at a person you didn't recognize in the mirror.

"Do you think my ass has gotten too big?"

"Yes, and I think God every day for that", he remarked with a chuckle. Travis' face dropped when he saw that you didn't think he joke was very funny. "I'm just kidding baby, your body is perfect."

"Ha! Your a real comedian tonight." Your voice was laced with sarcasm.

"What's going on? Is it the dress?" You sighed as you put your robe on, tightly pulling on the belt in a knot, and pushed past Travis into the bedroom. "I feel like I blinked and suddenly I wasn't the woman you married anymore. When did that happen?" You wiped a stray tear from your cheek.

"What the hell are you talking about? You've always been more than the woman I married. Your the love of my life, and the mother to our beautiful children." Travis' brow furrowed as he looked at you. He thought this was about a dress not fitting, but it obviously ran deeper. "Why are you so hung up on this?"

You shook your head. "You're telling me, that you look at me and don't wish that you had someone skinnier, more beautiful?" You felt yourself spiraling, but you couldn't stop the intrusive thoughts. Travis bit at his bottom lip for a second, before grabbing your hand and leading you back into the closet. He placed you in front of the mirror, wrapping his arms around your waist, his head rested on the side of yours. You fell into his hold as he undid your robe, allowing it to slide down your shoulders and fall open.

"The only thing I see when I look at you, baby, is a woman I feel so damn lucky to be with every single day of my life." You closed your eyes, letting out a sharp breath. You wanted to believe him, you really did. He could see your hesitation, so he continued, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"When I look at your stomach, I see this amazing body that carried our three beautiful kids for nine months." He lightly grazed his fingers over your stretch marks, making you shiver. "When I touch your thighs, I think of all the times your legs are draped over mine as we sleep, and how much you feel like home for me." You let out a shaky breath as you looked at him over your shoulder. "Do you mean that?"

"Yes! Every word. There will never be a day when I won't be in love with you or your body." His hands moved up to cup your breasts as he pressed gentle kisses to your shoulder blade. You tipped your head to the side to expose your neck to him. "You're the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on." The straps of your bra fell off your shoulders as he undid the clasp, exposing your breasts to the cold air. You felt your cheeks heat up as his hand traveled down the front of your stomach, his fingers toying with the band of your panties. He slipped his hand down the front, his finger easily finding your clit, and pressing against it. "I love every single. god. damn. inch of your body."

You let out gasp as he began to draw slow circles around your sensitive bud, your hips instinctively pressing against his bulge. You could feel his growing erection against your behind, his panting tickling your ear. In one swift movement, he turned your body to face him, his lips immediately finding yours as you frantically pulled his pants past his hips, cupping his bulge.

'Fuck", his body jolted at the sensitivity as you pushed his boxers past his erection, beginning to slowly stroke his length. "No one turns me on the way you do", he muttered, barely able to speak.

"I need you now", you whispered, your eyes were focused on his lips, every insecure thought having left your mind the moment he began to touch you. He picked you up in his arms, your lips never parting until he gently placed you on the bed before moving to hover over you, his knee pressing into the mattress between your legs. "You're so fucking beautiful, baby." He tipped your chin to look up at him when you broke eye contact out of bashfulness. "So fucking gorgeous."

Your hands cradled his head as he flicked his tongue against your nipple, and pressing a kiss between your breasts. He took his time appreciating every inch of your chest, latching onto one nipple while he rolled the other between his fingers.

It was simultaneous too much sensation and yet not enough. "Fuck me Travis, please." You bit at your bottom lip, your teeth digging into the flesh as he pulled your panties off, spreading your legs open and admiring how wet you were for him. "Oh fuck", he muttered as he began to stroke the head of his cock, dragging the tip through your folds, teasing you relentlessly as he pressed against your clit, making you moan out. "Do you see how hard I get just for you? No one else does this to me, baby."

You let out a sharp breath as he slowly pressed against your entrance, stretching you out. You felt every inch of his girth as he slid all the way in to the hilt, grabbing at your hips as he bottomed out. You felt a pleasurable burn throughout your body. Every nerve ending in your body was firing at the same time, your senses overwhelmed. He gave you a moment to adjust to the feeling before he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth. He knew exactly how you liked it, what made you tick, and you gave into him completely.

"Shit, shit, don't stop, Travis", you groaned out as he quickened his pace, thrusting in and out of you, every stroke grazing against your sensitive walls. You could feel your orgasm building but you needed more, desperate to feel you release. You moved your hand down to circle your clit, but when Travis saw you pleasuring yourself, he pushed your hand away. "I'm the only one who fucks you tonight, let me do all of the work."

Your back arched at the combination of him fucking you and giving your clit that much needed attention, and you could feel the coil tightening in your core, a warmth overcoming your body, your toes and fingers beginning to tingle. Travis watched as your face contorted with pleasure, and it only turned him on more, a fire pooling in his stomach as he fucked you even harder, his pelvis slapping against your ass in quick succession.

Your head knocked back, your hands pulling at the sheets to steady yourself, and you knew you only had a few seconds before you were coming completely undone. "I'm so close", you announced, your voice vibrating through your chest. You recklessly grabbed at Travis' chain necklace, pulling his body weight on top of you, his face nestling into the crook of your neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist. "Come for me, baby, I've got you."

Your vision tunneled as you came around his cock, expletives and his name rolling off your tongue, your orgasm pulsing through your body as he continued to thrust into you slowly. His hips staggered as each clench of your muscles pulled him in deeper, and there was nothing he could do to halt his own orgasm. You milked him for every drop of his release as he came inside of you, moving your hips back and forth until you both came down from your highs.

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ghostlynachopanda · 1 year

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Till Next Time

a/n: did I come back from the dead just to drop this trash? yes. will I continue to give y'all the weirdest pics? also yes. enjoy pals

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

words: 1.5k

summary: school is officially over. it's time to say 'see you later' to Wednesday

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The school year has officially come to an end. All the students at Nevermore are in various states of packing their things — some have already said their goodbyes and gone home while others are procrastinating or waiting for their families.

You had finished packing your things. It was a slow process, it seems you ended up with more things than you started with. It took you a couple of hours to decide which box to put things in. You were done though, finally able to relax and take in your surroundings. Your roommate had gone home two days ago, leaving their side of the room completely bare. Yours is much the same, only littered with a few boxes and suitcases.

A familiar vibration from your phone drew your attention. Reaching into your pocket and looking at the text from your brother, informing you he'll be there soon and to start bringing your things down. It would take a couple of trips, but it could be done quick enough.

Wednesday is currently awaiting her parent's arrival, having finished packing her belongings an hour ago. She looked across the room and saw Enid trying to cram all of her stuffed animals into a box that was easily too small. Wednesday grimaced, the atrociously colored monstrosities were starting to hurt her eyes. Deciding anywhere would be better than her dorm, she went to look for you. She thought about what you were doing and if you needed any help.

The hallways were crowded, echoing footsteps and loud chatter. Everyone seems to be in their own bubble, not paying attention to anything around them. You thought it was nice, Wednesday thought it was horrid. The hallway you needed was crowded enough for you to take a different route, unintentionally missing Wednesday.

Wednesday had knocked when she made it to your room, negative thoughts quickly filling her head when you didn't answer right away. Wednesday was not known for her patience, especially where it concerned you. Wednesday knocked one more time and called for you, only for you not to answer. You wouldn't leave without saying goodbye first, right? No, you wouldn't. At least, she hoped you wouldn't. She decided to let herself in, she'd pick the lock if she had to.

She pushed the door, not only finding it unlocked but also already partially cracked. How she had missed that before is beyond her, if anyone asked she'd blame you. When she walked in, she was immediately overcome with a familiar feeling. A feeling that she used to be fond of morphed into an uncomfortable pulling in her chest.

The more Wednesday looked around the tighter the uncomfortable feeling became. She looked to your side of the room to see nothing that resembled you. There were no hints of your personality in the room, the room stripped down to what was there before anyone moved in.

Wednesday moved to your side of the room and started looking around, hoping to find some form of evidence you were there. Maybe if you had left something behind she could return it. The first drawer she pulled contained one thing, the knife she gave you to protect yourself in case she could not. Did you leave it on purpose?

The uncomfortable feeling in her chest became almost unbearable. There was an urge to stay in the room and count her losses, but there was also an urge to go and find you. Wednesday reached down to pick up the knife, letting every possibility of why run through her mind — silently willing you to come back.

"Wednesday, what are you doing here?"

Wednesday whipped her head around at the sound of your voice, relaxing at the sight of you. She had never felt the need to hug someone before, the pull in her chest alleviated slightly, "I thought you had left."

"Nope, not yet, I am about to though. I came to grab that," you said, pointing to the knife while walking to grab it.

"You would've left without saying goodbye?" she asked, watching you meekly reach for the knife in her hand. Her chest starts to tighten again, negative thoughts filling her head again.

"No, of course not, I already said my goodbyes to a couple of my friends. You were the last one on my list, though if I didn’t you probably would've found a way to exact your revenge." you laughed, stuffing the knife in your pocket. Knowing you wouldn't leave without a proper goodbye put Wednesday at ease.

"That's correct," she nodded.

"Should I be expecting any letters this summer?" you inquired, changing the subject.

"Actually, Xavier gave me this last semester," Wednesday replied, pulling out a phone, "I don't use it much, but put your information in here."

Wednesday enjoyed the disgruntled look on your face at the confession. She hadn't told anyone, there was no need to since she doesn't use it. This however seemed like a good opportunity to bring it up. She's unsure if she could go all summer without hearing your voice.

"You want me to put my information in a device you don't know how to use?" you ask, a teasing grin stretching across your face. You decided to ignore the fact Xavier bought her a phone.

"Who said I don't know how to use it? Are you doubting my skills?" she asked sharply, her glare enough to have you cowering.

"No no, I would never," you said defensively, bringing both your hands up to show defeat. You reached for the phone and added your contact, "Though, I can assume you'll write letters if it gets too complicated?"

"Letters are preferred, but if the need arises, yes" she admitted begrudgingly.

"Perfect, I wouldn't want you becoming a stranger. Now," you lightly clapped your hands together, "I know you don't want to be a slave to technology but I'd be happy to teach you how to use it. It'd be nice to see your face more often than not"

"How would-"

"In due time, my dear Wednesday," you said, winking at her with a lovely smile sporting your face. She had to look away to hide her rapidly reddening cheeks. Taking a breath to calm herself, she cleared her throat,

"Kiss me,"

You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow, aiming to tease her. Seeing just how far you can stretch her patience, "Not asking but demanding for physical affection now? Who would've thought?"

"I won't ask again,"

"Yeah?" you whispered, leaning more into her personal space. The feeling of her breath fanning across your face sent chills down your spine, "And what're you gonna do about it?"

She continued to stare at you, not moving you out of her personal space. Her eyes scan your face, taking in every detail she could before settling on your eyes. Your gaze is soft, something Wednesday thought she'd never get tired of. Her eyes settled on your lips next, gaze lingering there longer than she'd like to admit.

You let out a shaky breath and looked down, the intensity of her stare making you nervous. Wednesday gently places her hand on your jaw, tilting your head up to look at her. Your lips parted slightly, wanting to apologize for the situation. Any thoughts in your head are silenced by her tenderly bringing your lips to hers.

The soft brushing of lips makes her hum, ever so slightly vibrating your lips. Wednesday would never tire of this, having you so close and intimately. She pulls you closer, effectively pushing out any space between you two. Instinctively putting your hands on her waist to bring her even closer, allowing the kiss to deepen.

A vibration force you to pull away. You rest your forehead against hers, taking a moment to calm down before pulling out your phone to look at the text. Wednesday lets her eyes scan your face again, admiring the flustered look you wore. The peaceful air is disturbed when you sigh, "I'm sorry, I have to go."

Wednesday unintentionally tightens her grip on you, not wanting you to pull away. You look at her through your lashes and quietly sigh, not exactly wanting to move either. You pull away slightly to plant a kiss on the top of her head.

"I'll miss you," you stated gently, pulling her closer to wrap your arms around her, inadvertently making Wednesday fluster.

"I would miss me too," she replied, trying to direct your attention away from her red cheeks and arms coming to wrap around you. You laughed at her comment. Wednesday could feel the vibrations of your laughter more than hear it. Both of you, are strangely content with staying like this. Amid your laughing, she whispered, "I'll miss you too, mi amor"

You smiled at her gently, not expecting her to say it back. Not wanting your time to end so soon you ask, "Walk with me?"

"Of course," unbeknownst to you, Wednesday is already planning the first get-together, text, and letter in her head.

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joannhutch1976 · 7 months

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My meeting Chris Evans

Now i know how alot of you feel about Chris right now but this is my experience meeting him.

It was an amazing time at New York Comic con and i would like to share my experience in Meeting Captian America himself Chris Evans

I walked around to kill some time before my photo op and saw all the different vendors and exhibits i was blown away, I went to a comic con about 4 years ago it was called wizward world but it was nothing like NYCC.

I looked at my watch and saw i still had two hours to kill until my Photo Op with Chris Evans so I looked for the place where it would take place once i found it the hubby and i just sat on the floor and killed time playing games.

And than it was time for the photo op and when i tell you my nerves were running ramped i may have started out on level 2 but by the time i got up their i was on Level 1,000,000. Now i’ve met celbs before.

I’ve met Rascal Flatts, Taylor Swift and steven Amell but this this was different, This was chris evans, my hollywood crush since his days as Johnny Storm, and i never thought i would ever meet him let alone talk to him. But here we are.

The pic line moved fast and when it came time for me i was mesmerized, i was about to meet Chris Evans Captain America himself, when it was my turn in line he finished up with the person before me, turned looked at me and smiled and said I love that dress and look we match we have on the same color, I almost forgot to speak, my brain was screaming to speak and when i did i asked if it was ok to have a hugging pic.

He said OH my god yes come on babe bring it in, and yes he called me babe which kinda shocked me, he put his arms around me and pulled me close to him, when the pic was done i didn’t wanna let go. But I did , he thanked me and I said thank you back and headed out to get my picture.

I didn’t even feel like I was walking, I felt like I was floating. Now I had to wait for my autograph session.

A couple hours later and it was time for the autograph session, what i had signed was the new GQ mag with him on the cover, since the photo live moved fast this line wasn’t as fast, when i got up to the table he said there she, there's the pretty lady and her beautiful dress. He asked where he should sign the cover and I said across that amazing chest, he literally blushed.

I said thank to him for getting me through a really tough time in my life, i told him about the time i had to spend in the hospital last year and how my anxiety level was so high it was scary but watching his movies or interviews calmed me down. He grabbed my hand and just held it, he said thank you for being sweet, he signed the mag and i said again thank you and handed him the bracelet i made him and smiled so big. He handed me back the mag, grabbed my hand again and we said goodbye.

Ladies let me tell you he is the sweetest most down to earth man i have ever met.

So in closing my time at new york comic con was. AMAZING, and i would do it again.

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daydreamingmia · 4 months

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ROADTRIP PART 2

Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 4

When you drive in the first thing you see is Buffalo. You take a couple pics and post them.

"Are you guys hungry?" Your mom asks

"YEESSSS!" everyone says in unison

"Alright look at the map and tell me what you wanna eat.

We decided on restaurant and drove there. Whe got a booth. I sat next to Walker and Leena sat next to me.

"I think I'm gonna have the fried chicken. What are you gonna have?" Walker asks me looking up from the menu at you

"Mac & Cheese" You said with a smile that Walker knew exactly what you were talking about

"Kraft Mac & Cheese if your parents don't buy it stop loving them" you recited

"Oh my God" Walker said rolling his eyes looking back down at his menu

When you leave the restaurant everyone is full. You go to your cabin and flop on the couch.

"I might explode" You groan

"Me too" Walker says as he lays down on the floor next to you. Making it kinda look like a crime scene.

"Oh no Walker's stupidity kill them both!" Lenna walks in with a smile

"Not yet!" You reply slightly lifting your head and putting it back down.

"Hey!" He said fake offended

Later that night everyone goes to the cabins campfire (I don't know if that is a thing. But pretend it it).

Everyone was making smores around the fire.

"Where is Walker?" You ask

"Boo!" Walker silently came up behind you and yelled in your ear. You scream and turn to see Walker laughing

"Walker! You almost made me drop my smore!" You yelled as you hit his shoulder.

He sat down next to you and made his own smore.

"Let's tell scary stories!" Walker said excited

"Noooo! I don't wanna have nightmares!" You complain

"Don't be chicken!" He reply and starts the story not listening to you.

"Years ago, a pack of ravenous wolves roamed these very woods, their eyes glowing fiercely in the moonlight. They were led by a massive alpha, whose howl could be heard for miles around. One night, a group of campers, much like them, set up camp in the same spot. Little did they know that they were being watched by the pack of wolves, their hunger growing with each passing minute. As the campers slept, the wolves attacked, their sharp teeth tearing through flesh and bone. The screams of the campers echoed through the woods, a haunting reminder of the horrors that lurked beneath the trees. To this day, it is said that the wolves still roam the woods, searching for prey. And on nights when the moon is full, their howls can still be heard, sending a shiver down the spines of anyone who dares to venture into their territory."

You hear a wolf howl and your eyes widen. You get closer to Walker.

"Alright let's go inside" Leena said seeing you were scared.

You looked at her with "Thank you!" Eyes and she nodded and smiled

Everyone got up and went inside to get ready for bed. You finished and went and sat on your bed and watched TV.

Your pajamas ⬆️

You were sharing a room with your sister and Leena. Walker across the hall.

Your sister was already asleep when Leena walked in.

"I thought you'd be asleep already." Leena said

"Not a hug fan on going to sleep right now." You said talking about the story

"Walker is annoying." she said

"Yeah" you nodded

"What are we watching?" she said hopping on your bed

"You don't have to stay up with me. I'll be fine." You said appreciating what she was trying to do

"You're my best friend and my stupid brother scared you. It is my duty to stay awake with you." She smiled

"What do you wanna watch?" You smiled

"Thor The Dark World!" She replied

You put it on with a smile and gave her the popcorn you had.

"Hey I know her!" Leena pointed to you on the screen

You both laughed

After about 2 hours you and Leena fell asleep.

You woke up in a sweat after dreaming about the wolves. You were scared. Leena said wake her up if she falls asleep and you have a nightmare. But you couldn't do that to her. There was someone who deserved being woken up. You got out of bed and Walker over to Walker's room. You knocked but there was no answer you slowly open the door and see Walker dead asleep.

"Walker!" You whisper yelled

Nothing

"Walker!" You said a little louder shaking him

"What?!" he groaned

"I had a nightmare" You pouted

"What about?" he asked still kinda out of it

"Your wolf story" you replied

"I'm sorry." He said actually compassionate "I didn't mean to scare you that much."

"Can I stay in here with you for a while?" You ask

"Yeah. Yeah. Of course." He said moving over

You laid down next to him and he hugged you. It was very comforting. He may be annoying sometimes but you knew he would protect you and would always be there if you needed him.

The next morning you woke up and saw it was 9 am.

"Walker" you said over your shoulder

"Hmm" He replied

"It's 9"

"So?"

"I'm hungry"

"Fine" He said letting go of you

You go to your room and change out of your pajamas.

Your outfit ⬆️ (you can change these outfits if you want)

You went to the kitchen where everyone is eating breakfast. Your mom made everyone French toast. It was delicious. After breakfast we all got in the van. We went to see Old Faithful which was beautiful then we went to the gift shop.

Do you like this?" Walker asked showing you a sweatshirt

The sweater Walker showed you⬆️

"Oooo! I love it! Why?" You asked

"No reason" He said casually and walking away

You look around and buy a few things. We all went back to the thevan and sat in our seats.

"Here" Walker said handing you a bag

You open the bag and see the sweatshirt that he showed you earlier

"Oh my gosh! Walker you didn't have to do that!" You said smiling holding it up looking at it

"Yes I did! It's repayment for scaring you last night." He replied happy you liked it

"Thank you!!" You said hugging him

"Of course!" He replied

You put it on as everyone drove back to the cabin.

You were reading on the couch and Walker was on his phone when your mom walked in the room

"Kids come look outside! It's snowing!" Your mom said

You and Walker both raced to the window to see blankets if white covering everything

"Oh my gosh it's so pretty!" You said admiring it's beauty

"Race you outside! Walker said running to the door and putting on his jacket.

You ran after him and put on your jacket and boots as fast as you could

"Walker?" You said stepping outside not seeing him anywhere. Then a snowball hit you right in the face.

"Bullseye!" He laughed

You guys had a snowball fight for at least 29 minutes then went back inside. Soaked. Especially Walker.

"I won!" You said with a smile

"Yeah right. I won!" Walker rolled his eyes

"Right Walker. Whatever you have to tell yourself." You said putting your hand on his shoulder

"You know what you're right..." He said clearly up to something

"I think the winner should get a hug" He said as you started running

"No! I wet enough as it is" You ran as fast as you could for about 2 minutes but you knew he was going to catch you eventually.

"Fine! You won! Happy?" You said turning around with your hands up

"Very" He said with a smile

We were now driving back home.

"It's so pretty here" Walker said looking out the window. You took a picture of him and posted it.

Then Taylor texted you

"I'm invited to the Grammys!" You exclaimed

"That's awesome! Congratulations!" Walker said hugging you

"Omg! That's amazing! Congratulations y/n!" Leena said very happy for you

"Thank you! I'm so excited!" You said smiling

When you got home it was midnight so you invited Walker and Leena to spend the night.

"That's sounds amazing! I'm so tired." Lenna said so happy

Leena would sleep in your room and Walker in the guest room.

"So, I got an email from my fashion designer and she gave me a couple options for the Grammys. Which one do you think I should pick?" You asked showing her your phone

"I think...that one" she said pointing to the one on the left

Your dress for the Grammys ⬆️

"That one it is!" You said emailing your fashion designer (Alexandria)

Couple days later

You were so excited!

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sweetnsour1 · 2 years

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Fluff, Bakugou x g/n reader

Happy Halloween🖤

“Y/n…I don’t think he’s gonna’ pop out of the fridge.” You blinked away the heavy glare from your face, wondering how long you had been making the beer sweat as you reached for a cold one.

“Hmm…no idea who you’re talking about.”

“Oh really?” Her words were half sung, carrying the unmistakable melody of you’re-a-fucking-liar.

You stayed silent, feeling relieved when Mina dropped it. She was more interested in spinning around the kitchen in search of a bottle opener. You leaned back, careful to not dent the papier-mâché gauntlets you were sporting. The counter would’ve dug into the small of your back if the thick belt of your costume were placed any lower. You looked down the orange and black covering your body.

“Will you stop makin’ faces? Although….it does kinda complete the look.” You took a sip of your beer in reply, laughing when she finally realized they were twist off caps.

“This was such a dumb idea.”

“Hey! It was my super cute idea. Everyone else is having fun wearing each other’s OG hero costumes.” You felt a pull on your mask, turning to glare at the pink finger that had flicked the explosive accessories attached to them. “You’re just mad you had to dress as him.” She booped your nose, preemptively transitioning your glare to a laugh.

“Ugh, sorry. This costume just turns me into such an asshole.”

“Hmm, maybe that’s true for Bakugou too.”

“Nah, he’s still an asshole eight costumes later.”

“You keepin’ track, huh?”

“Oh, shut up. It came up when I had to search for pics of this stupid thing.”

“I see. So how many hours did you spend staring at pictures of the man you allegedly hate?”

“Oh my god. You’re impossible.” You waited for your laughter to stop before taking another long drink. “I don’t hate Bakugou. I just said he’s an asshole.”

“I think you like him.” Mina danced out of the way, dodging most of the beer you accidentally sprayed her way.

“The fuck? That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“Man, you really do sound just like him.” She was faster this time as she leapt out of your gauntlets reach.

“You are such a brat…raccoon eyes.” You stuck out your tongue, but followed her out of the kitchen.

She didn’t understand. Mina was lucky, she’d gotten Red Riot in the blind draw. She had just dug through Kirishima’s closet and was now wearing most of his original costume. You, on the other hand, wouldn’t be caught dead asking Dynamight for a fucking favor. Although, you had regretted the time you’d spent looking at stupid fan pages after work, trying to find any content showing his high school hero work. The quantity hadn’t really been an issue, but the quality was…unexpected?

You hadn’t meant to land on so many sites thirsting after the man that pissed you off every day. You hadn’t even known until a couple weeks ago, how many people would kill to be in the Bakugou proximity you were forced into daily. They would love to be shouldered away from the coffee pot as he stomped through the break room, lecturing you about being a sleep deprived idiot. They’d find a deeper reason for why he was such a condescending prick when you forgot to put something in your report…or why he even felt the need to check your reports in the fucking first place. He wasn’t even your superior…much less your boss. They would have spent the last week wondering what it would be like to kiss him every time his lips parted into that annoying shitty smirk of his. But you…you’d never think those things.

You drained your beer, almost knocking yourself in the face with your costume when you swiped the back of your hand across your lips. You wouldn’t let yourself think those things. That’d be too…you grabbed another drink from the bucket of ice on the table. Mina was so wrong, and you knew exactly how to prove it.

“Hey, so that American guy we borrowed got Deku in the draw right?” You scanned the room, quickly spotting the bright green ears.

“Yea, but he-“ She smiled when she caught onto your line of sight. “Why? You think he looks good in it?” You rolled your eyes, passing her your drink.

“I don’t know if anyone looks good in a bright green rabbit onesie, but I’ll go check.”

You tried not to get distracted while you crossed the room, but Mina’s party idea had been really fucking cute. It was fun seeing everyone dressed as everyone. You only nodded to anyone trying to catch your attention. You were on a mission. And yet, you couldn’t stop thinking of the report you’d submitted today. The one Bakugou hadn’t read because he had left early. It was stupid. You were angry every time he showed up in your doorway with a report he hadn’t been given. And yet, you were even angrier today when he hadn’t. Maybe those fans online would know…have a headcanon. You frowned, stomping the rest of the way to the Deku two heads taller than you were.

The American hero looked like he might’ve gotten carried away with the thickness of the boots or something. You didn’t remember him being so fucking tall. You noticed his mask was down as the beer fell back to his side. Perfect…just go for it. It was a party, right? You tapped the green back of the costume, feeling a twinge of jealousy at how much more soft and comfortable it seemed compared to yours. When he turned, you grabbed the front, tugging him down to meet your lips. Take that, Mina. Someone who liked Bakugou wouldn’t have done that. You squirmed when a heavy hand on the back of your head kept you from pulling away. You finally broke free from him.

“The fuck are you-“ Red eyes silenced you. Your mouth was left open and useless as he skirted his gaze down and up your body.

“Tryna get a job as my sidekick?” Your mouth snapped shut. You knew you probably did look just like him as you glared and fucking spun on your heel, ready to stomp away. He was just such-

You couldn’t move further. He had a hold of your arm above the gauntlet. You waited to be yanked backwards for an explanation, but he shifted himself around instead, releasing your arm when he stood in front of you.

“Calm down, Dynamight.”

“It’s actually Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.” You tried to keep snarling, but it was too hard not to laugh halfway through the name. There’s no way you’d have been able to keep glaring anyway…not when he was smiling at you like that.

“Sorry, a nerd should know better.” He swatted at his green ears, making you…giggle? You caught pink and red movement across the room. This really wasn’t the show you’d expected to give Mina. He grabbed at your cheeks, pulling your gaze back to meet his. “Ya look good.” You swatted his hands away as soon as your brain stopped being so sluggish.

“I always look good.”

“Yea…you do.” You were almost too distracted by the darkening of his eyes to notice his arm snake around your waist. You stumbled into his chest when he pulled you, instinctively moving your hands up to brace the impact. “So what am I gonna have to do to get another kiss?” You were halfway ready to explain your mistake when you felt it. The not so steady beating beneath your fingertips. He was-

You looked back into red, confirming your suspicion. For once, he wasn’t making things difficult. He made it easy. Easy to see the way his eyes darted down to your mouth before staying firmly focused on your gaze. Easy to feel the way he tightened his grip. Easy to hear the way his voice softened around your name when you didn’t answer. He was nervous. You smiled, but didn’t move any closer. Fuck it.

“Ya just gotta ask, ya fuckin’ nerd.”

a/n obviously Katsuki lost a bet with the bakusquad that got him stuffed into a rabbit

This story was inspired by an ask sent in by the lovely @cheezitwh0re

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#Bakugou #Bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #Bakugou fluff #Bakugou imagine #bnha #bnha fluff #bnha bakugou #bnha imagine #katsuki bakugou

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Joy Division, or: how I learned to stop worrying and love New Order, too

Spring is weird as hell because one time you have this glaring sun that powers you up like being plugged into a wall outlet, then not five minutes later clouds begin to gather and you feel like you're going to die if anything goes south. So the most obvious combination to represent two sides of this same coin, emotional and meteorological, is Joy Division and New Order.

Sometimes you need Transmission or Shadowplay for the sunny days — impassioned jolts, sparks flying everywhere. Sometimes The Perfect Kiss hits harder on a cloudy afternoon, coming back home and in need of that extra push to not fall asleep in the train. It's surprising to realize the versatility displayed by both bands, or the same band in two different iterations according to whomever you ask. Peter Hook says, as late as 1993, that the laziest member of New Order is Ian Curtis. Or again this other person, in the comments under the Atmosphere official video on YouTube, who went to see New Order (Hooky-less New Order, which might be a relevant distinction) at the O2 Arena a couple of years ago and they gave an encore, says "Those of us who stayed got the privilege of watching Joy Division perform three of their songs". Interesting outlook on the matter. I personally saw Peter Hook and the Light play both Joy Division records and, I'm pretty sure, an encore comprised of just Love Will Tear Us Apart at the Arti Vive Festival in Soliera, back when it was still free to attend some of the events. I remember being pretty mad that Hooky had stopped to take pics with basically everyone and then left exactly as I was approaching. In retrospect I don't exactly blame the man, it was like midnight anyway. I remember nothing of the back trip home.

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My first contact with Joy Division happened when I was thirteen and very much in my prog era. I was in Rome staying at an aunt of mine's place for my fourteenth birthday and she told me I could get a CD, since I had gotten some money saved up over time. Some Facebook page dedicated to Pink Floyd I'd liked (yeah, Facebook at age thirteen — I literally just wanted to play a fucking Flash game, back when Facebook allowed them, and I ended up getting to be terminally online. Crazy how things turn out) used to share a lot of memes and fanart relating to the Unknown Pleasures album cover, and me being a massive Pink Floyd head at the time I thought "I mean, if these guys are pushing this band so hard, that's gotta mean something". The album cover was pretty striking, admittedly: a far cry from the paisley ass paintings that I had grown to accept as the gold standard for the music I liked, but its simplicity struck a chord closer to The Dark Side of the Moon, or perhaps The Wall. Those were records I liked a lot, probably called them "the best records ever made" to more than one person, not like they aren't but that's a very bold statement to make when your listening experience consists exactly of

Madonna's Confessions on a Dance Floor when I was six;

Daft Punk's complete discography (minus Random Access Memories, which wasn't out yet) when I was twelve;

Pink Floyd's complete discography, courtesy of a CD collection coming out with some Italian newspaper, that same year;

a couple random classic rock records recommended to me by older friends and relatives usually well into their fifties or sixties at the time, random people on Internet forums — which, for clarification, I did not actively attend, preferring to just lurk from time to time — and the OndaRock "milestones" page.

So browsing through the surprisingly expansive CDs section of this electronics shop in Rome, and being mesmerized by a vinyl rack in the days when Music on Vinyl was the final frontier of pretending you could re-analogue the digital ("you mean to tell me these are like CDs, but bigger? Whoever designed these truly lived in the future"), I came across that very same album art that had stricken me so hard. I had listened to the first seconds of the album on YouTube, but that weird drum sound — so echoey, so distant, ultimately not particularly powerful, meaning it didn't really sound like Bonzo: it sounded more like my own band, which at the time didn't even exist yet — I didn't really know what to make of. This store I was in had one of those preview listening machines that would scan the barcode on the CDs and give you a small snippet of the song. I pull the CD up to the scanner, the scanner lights up green, I put on the headphones and the solo from this comes up:

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Clearly they had to be kidding me. I had come to know, sneaking into infinitely many rehearsals with the band from my mother's town, what it sounded like when someone tried to play lead without something else filling up the arrangement (even though I didn't really know all that, or at least lacked the vocabulary to properly express it) and, for Christ's sake, didn't these guys notice rehearsing? It sounded empty, weirdly so, and it wasn't my thing, I thought. I put that CD away and picked up a band I knew I'd like — Genesis, specifically. So Nursery Cryme became the first CD I've ever paid with my own money, the very day I turned fourteen. Not a bad pickup. I remember being very impressed with the fast blurring lead guitar on The Musical Box and digging the sweet pastoral atmospheres of For Absent Friends and Harlequin. I still think of that record more often than one would probably assume looking at this blog, or my most played on Spotify. At the time, that was the best move I could take, really: why beat my head against a record that, as your average prog nerd ballbreaker, simply wasn't speaking to me?

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Then all of a sudden in August of the same year my friend's dad hands me a 16 gigabyte USB drive, full of random music from all eras of rock. A lot of it remains inscrutable to me for a really long time, most notably Tom Waits (see related post), but I spent the whole month reading random folder names, seeing if something catches my eyes, and at one point I come across the Mars Volta. Open the folder up, read the names of their first three records, and my first thought is "Christ, these guys look incomprehensible. I'm about to have some fun". Long story short: I end up having a lot of fun, the Mars Volta turns into my favourite band at the time and finding out that they had previously been called At the Drive-In makes me gain some measure of respect for punk rockers: if they tried hard enough, I must've thought, they could prog as hard as anyone. In the meantime the ghost of Joy Division remains at the back of my head. I feel like I'm missing something, for the first time in my life: it's not them, it's me. Too bad that same realization didn't occur to me when it came to the people in my life until much, much later, but that's being fourteen for you I suppose. Early King Crimson and the Mars Volta were the pinnacle of violence to me, and not even the very few Metallica songs I'd downloaded just to see what would happen scratched that itch. It felt a bit too cauterized for some reason (I would later find out I had been looking in the wrong direction the whole time: the Black Album "sucked", according to my favourite metalhead of the time, who somehow catalyzed my interest from the very second I saw him in the school's courtyard. Hard to imagine why I would imprint on people like puppies do, but what the fuck, not like I've ever outgrown that anyway, I've just gotten better at managing it). But I felt there was more than violence to this, or different forms of violence. When Christmas came around and my relatives tried to get me presents, my mother asked if there was anything specific I was interested in, and I basically told her "look, if they can get me some CDs off of this list, I'm golden". It had some bangers on it, namely Noctourniquet by the Mars Volta — it's one of their best and I will die on this hill, be warned — and The Downward Spiral, which might as well warrant its own post in an ideal world. But the best of them all I think came from a random purchase, once again with the little money I had lying around at the time.

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Closer appears to be, right away, a bit more concrete, and if there's something inexperienced music fans like is a pretty packaging that conjures a strong emotional response before they've even played the record. Compare a color-inverted graph of pulsar emissions to a literal funerary monument. Opening up the booklet I was shocked to see that Genesis was used as a negative point of comparison (bad omen, I thought) by people close to the band, and I came across much more detailed information about Ian Curtis's untimely demise — at that time, something far too removed from my experience to be faced with the delicacy and attention it deserves. Atrocity Exhibition hits like a ten-ton truck, a reference which at the time I wouldn't have been able to make for obvious reasons, and Isolation exposes all the nerve tissue under the skin. Passover comes in and strips everything even barer, and then A Means to an End turns… danceable, for some reason? Big emotional moment with The Eternal and Decades, which I thought actually took them closer to my usual tastes. And yet at the same time I kept looking at Colony, Heart and Soul and Twenty Four Hours as the most compelling cuts. Geometric assault sounding like sheet metal if it were music; rhythmically driven emptiness that serves as a minimal backdrop for depressed poetry, and finally a rocking ebb-and-flow that would probably inform a lot of my interest in GY!BE-like post-rock in the coming years. Very interesting to think that the same guys who'd done Unknown Pleasures could think of this. To this day, when asked, I still do think that Closer is the best Joy Division record, but what does it even mean when the records are exactly two, compilations notwithstanding?

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It was around this time that it came to my attention that both Joy Division and another band called New Order had a record called Substance out, both published by the same recording company, both coming out within a year of each other. Looking it up, it turns out it's fully intentional, because New Order is simply Joy Division minus Ian Curtis. It would turn out to be a tad bit more complex than that. Anyway, I look New Order up and kind of have to do a double-take. Synthpop? In my Joy Division? More likely than you'd think, considering Isolation exists. But yeah, that sort of seals it — I wouldn't care about this New Order for a million years. Until all of a sudden a couple of years later David Sylvian bursts like a comet in my face, which of course leads me straight to Japan, the same year as I'd come across Berlin-era Bowie, and you can probably guess where this is going, right?

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Well, you'd be wrong. I still don't check out New Order. There's a whole new world open to me — vaporwave and therefore R Plus Seven come to my attention, which leads me to dissect that record like an alien tool of unclear purposes. This of course leads me onto an ambient tangent, taking me back to my Tim Hecker listens of that same year, which has the effect of renewing my interest in "pure" electronic music and the then-rising post-dubstep movement. The sheer experience of sound, the dazzling modernity and innovation, is what's in at the time. I have no time for nostalgia-pandering dimwits: the future awaits. Then all that jazz from the first Godflesh post hits, then God pulls the funniest gag in the history of viral infections to my memory, and I have some time to actually look back, a bit less prejudiced. As it turns out, synthpop is not the devil, as some of you might have surmised by now, and as I relisten to Blue Monday I realized I have never listened to either of the Substance record. I do know some, most perhaps?, of the tracks on the Joy Division one, and I do think the New Order one has the more striking cover art — not to mention I knew, by this time, that this was the one to give Metal Gear Solid 2: Substance its name, and that Your Silent Face soundtracked one of the most memorable moments in Nicolas Winding Refn's Bronson. As the ultimate Hideo Kojima stan, I couldn't let this slide, so I pop the record on and get hit with this:

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Way to go, guys. Holy shit. I knew that Ceremony was a Joy Division cut before they could record it, but what the hell — Bernard got it, too. It wasn't a matter of singing ability with songs like these, it's just getting it, finding the right energy. They had that right energy. And then it hit me just as many times these dudes have made Blue Monday over and over again before actually getting it right, and everytime I look into it it's funnier and funnier to realize just how many different attempts it took them to finally be Kraftwerk, but augmented — with the stellar results we all know. Everything's Gone Green, 5 8 6, Temptation potentially, all lead up to this one moment in the history of dance music where somehow three dudes and a girl hailing from Manchester managed to out-gay the Pet Shop Boys (by their own admission, apparently), to shake the whole world's collective booty, to do whatever it is they were supposed to do in this last comparison that would ideally make the previous one a bit less obnoxious but whatever, it's 3am as usual, you know how it goes by now don't you? But then after Blue Monday the record keeps going, and thank god it does, because it's banger after banger. How do these guys keep doing it?

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So I spend some time with that record, then it fades down, then it comes back up last month, when the weather calls for it and its parent company. Which is when I find myself watching the Control movie for the first time, surprisingly enough seeing as I already enjoyed the work of Anton Corbijn as a photographer. Looking at all that, it is revealed to me that Joy Division never really having died is not a bug, it's a feature. Everyone is gasping, I get it, but please pick your jaws up and check this out: the band has never learned how to play their respective instruments. One might go so far as to argue they play their own stuff their own way, and that's basically it. Nothing could be further from the truth. These guys jammed, a lot; that's how Joy Division wrote songs, that's how New Order wrote songs, even going as far as having Bernard Sumner fucked up on acid so he could find the chorus to Temptation or the whole band bombed out of their minds on X in Ibiza clubs to write, basically, the entirety of Technique — and even then, not really, there's a couple jangly tracks that the X would most likely render unlistenable but what do I really know? Point being: it might now have been sparked by a music teacher or instructor, it might not have been the product of a process comparable to that within Television, which led them to organically seek out better, more "by the book" musicianship, but New Order were incredibly familiar with their instruments, had formed an element of comfort and understanding that counterbalanced the alien-ness to music terminology.

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Peter Hook recently uploaded a Yamaha-sponsored video to his Instagram, which I am pretty sure has a say in running, where he jams on a Yamaha bass and, you know, it sounds like Hooky alright, but it's never a discernible bassline until he kicks into the A major strumming that opens Love Will Tear Us Apart. Before that, he just strolls around the neck, leisurely strumming away at power chords imbued with that thick chorus and reverb combo he became renowned for. I would never, in my wildest dreams, have imagined I'd find myself thinking "okay, awesome, stop talking — I want to hear you jam a bit more" referring to one of the musicians who were part of possibly two of the craziest storiest in the history of contemporary rock'n'roll, also notorious for playing the rockstar whilst carrying the minimum possible baggage of technical knowledge he could. Once again, this is nowhere near a knock to the man — quite the opposite. Ian Curtis asked "persistence, well, what does it matter?", and Hooky (and, of course, the other members of New Order) found a way to constructively answer that question. Moments before Coil, but a bit later than Israel Regardie, they said "persistence is all" and built a brand on finding a way to consistently sound like splendid, eternal, golden children: "like crystal", impassionate, tightly-knit performers with the purity of a child's heart. Ian Curtis had, in certain ways (at least artistically), the purity of a child in his heart, which some might even argue was a distinguishing feature of most of his literary idols — if you think about it, William Burroughs could be your dirty-minded classmate who walked in on his parents sharing an intimate moment in the bedroom (had his parents been gay men, the metaphor would probably fly better, but that most definitely wasn't the case). So the heart of Joy Division remains untouched, if a bit more naked. Heroes of post-punk, sons of the silent age, you can sleep soundly tonight.

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A New Addition

Summary: you and Joe tell your families about the new addition you are about to add into your lives!

Warnings: fluff, kissing, miscarriage talk

Pairing: Joe burrow x reader

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About a couple days ago you started not to feel good and found out you are late. So you decided to take a pregnancy test.

You and Joe got married about a year ago in May. It was the happiest day of your lives! Both you and Joe talked about kids before and said whenever it happens you guys will be ready and be by each other’s side for all of it. Through thick and thin. You were so nervous because you didn’t know how Joe was going to react. He had a post-practice interview a couple months ago and a reporter asked him if he was ready to have kids. You could tell Joe was a little mad and taken back because the reporters know not to really ask any personal questions about joes private life but Joe was nice and calm about it and said “I’m not a big fan with talking about my private life but whenever the time comes me and my wife would be ready but let’s stick to football questions right now.” And you thought that was a great answer given Joe is not very open to the public about that stuff. Once in the bathroom You take the test and wait 2 minutes. It was the longest 2 minutes of your life! When the alarm went off on your phone your heart started beating a thousand miles per second and you walked over to the bathroom counter to pick up the test. And there it was two blue lines across the screen of the test. You couldn’t believe it! You and Joe are going to be parents! You started crying from happiness but also you were a little scared to be honest. When you turned 20 you found out if you were to become pregnant there could be a possibility of a miscarriage due a surgery you had when you were 16. You didn’t want to go through that. So you sat on your bathroom floor with the test in hand trying to capture the moment and take everything in. Once feeling calm enough to get up you ran down stairs and quickly grabbed your keys to your car to go to target and pick out a onesie. Hopefully nobody recognized you and thankfully nobody did. Once home it was already 6pm and that was the time Joe got home from practice so you quickly ran to the kitchen counter and set the pregnancy test in counter along with the onesie. You smiled at the sight of it laying on the counter and took a pic then set up your camera and clicked record to film joes reaction. After a few minutes you heard the door open. This is it. Here goes nothing! “Y/n?”Joe asks. “In the kitchen!” You say. Joe walked in with a black shirt and black sweatpants and looked so handsome like always. He dropped his bags and opened his arms to give you a hug. You quickly feel into his embrace and said “I have a surprise for you!” “You do?!” He said! “Close your eyes and when I tell you open,ok?!” You told him. “Ok!” He said. You grabbed his hand and led him to the counter with his eyes closed. “Open” you say once stopped. Joe opened his eyes and looked around confused then stopped at what caught his eye on the counter. He gasped and looked at you. “Really!”he said “yes!” You answered back. “You’re going to be a dad Joey!” You said with a big smile and wrapped your arms around his neck. He kissed you and said “God! I love you y/n and our baby.” He placed his right hand on your belly. “We will get through it y/n, ok? Promise!” He said knowing there could be a problem with you being pregnant. “I know but I’m still worried.” You said in a sad tone. “I know but I’m right here and will be with you through the thick and thin.” Joey said. That night Joe couldn’t keep his hands off your stomach and you felt better knowing you had a great husband who would be there.

A couple days later, yours and joes families came over for dinner. You were wearing leggings and a black oversized crewneck. You know you don’t have to get dressed up because it’s juts family and you are eating at home but you also weren’t in the mood to dress up because you didn’t feel the greatest due to the bun in the oven. “Joe they are here!” You say as you walk to the front door to greet your in-laws and parents. After a great dinner with your families you and Joe decide it’s time to tell them the big news! “So, um me and y/n have something we need to say.” Joe says rubbing his neck while smiling at you. You smile back and give Joe a nod and pull out the pregnancy test you kept in your sleeve and you and Joe both say “we’re pregnant!” “OMG!” Both parents say and come over to hug you and Joe. “We will be there for y/n and Joe every step in the way and always a phone call away!” Robin says and jimmy and your parents agreeing. They both know what could happen during your time being pregnant and know it can be hard not knowing if everything will be ok. But you are so lucky to have a great support system.

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padfootagain · 1 year

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Walking on Water (I)

Part 1

Here we go for a cute little story for Ben Barnes! This was not requested, and I’ve written this a while ago. Just wanted to include a place I’ve been to, because I was looking at the pictures from these vacations and it was super pretty. That’s all!

There are a few links to some pics of the mountains and places I’m talking about, if you want to get an idea of the landscape on the masterpost for this fic (I’ve tried to describe it, but it’s still interesting to have actual illustrations).

It got a bit too long to be a mere oneshot, so I’ve split it into two parts, I guess you can call that a mini-series? Part 2 is already finished, and will be posted in a couple of days!

Hope you like this cute piece! Let me know what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: None! Fluff, a little bit of angst, Ben being an idiot, the usual… Best friends to lovers, only one bed, mutual pining, almost kissing… honestly, I’ve used so many tropes in this one!

Summary: Going for a trek across the Alps with your best friend aka crush aka love of your life is bound to get you into an awful lot of trouble.

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“Why is summer so hot?! I’m melting!”

Ben merely chuckled and kept on walking in front of you. Or rather ‘climbing’, considering the slope you had to conquer.

Come with me hike across the Alps, he said. It will be fun, he said…

You regretted every single one of your choices at that moment. You would have expected for the temperature to be fresh at those altitudes, but you were quickly disappointed. You were covered in sweat and dust, under a burning sun, climbing up a mountain when you could have been in your bed reading a good book.

You cursed under your breath the idiot who was responsible for all your misery.

And there he was, walking in front of you. Oh, for sure he was out of breath and sweating as well, but he somehow managed to look good doing it. You did not. And you could not have cared less about how you looked because you could feel a bloody cramp spreading across your calf and that was really the last thing you needed…

You had followed Ben in his crazy idea of walking for four days straight. Going all the way around the Grande Casse, which, undoubtedly was part of the most beautiful spots of the Alps. And that was saying a lot.

But after two full days of walking in the mountains for seven to eight hours, sleeping on uncomfortable beds in shelters, and feeling like every single one of your muscles hurt… you were starting to lose your joyful temper.

But then again, you had planned this with Ben. You had talked about wanting to spend some time in nature, and you both enjoyed walking and running together; whenever Ben was around, of course. He had had a busy year, between acting and his new music projects, so travelling together for the summer sounded like a brilliant idea. Two full weeks lost in some of the most beautiful mountains in Europe. What could possibly go wrong?

Your crazy friend. That was what went wrong.

And sure, the first couple of days spent in a chalet felt like heaven. You relaxed, you visited some pretty sights, you ate good food, and had so much fun finally spending some quality time with your best friend.

But then came the time for the two of you to start this crazy project of yours to walk for four days in a row, sleeping in mountain shelters and enjoying the wonderful landscapes with your best friend. When Ben had proposed this idea, you were excited.

And now… now the harsh reality of it all had caught up with you, and if you could have gotten away with murdering your best friend, you would have pushed him off a cliff, without a doubt.

“Come on, it’s not so bad!” he encouraged you.

He reached a turn in the path, and waited for you there, moving to the side to let other tourists pass.

When you joined him, he handed you your bottle of water with a grin.

And you wanted to punch him in the face so hard…

“I hate you,” you breathed.

You were struggling to catch your breath, drinking the cold water in long gulps. It felt good. It was cooling you down under the burns of the sun. There was no wind to make the heat more tolerable either.

Ben nodded towards the path up ahead. He was out of breath as well.

“We’re going to reach some trees over there. It should be easier in the shade.”

“I hate you,” you repeated, handing him back your bottle so he could put it back in the little net on the side of your backpack. “Why did you convince me to do this again?”

He laughed, a bright, wonderful laugh, before he pointed at something behind you.

“That’s why.”

You turned around, and took in the breathtaking view.

You had reached a turn in the path, and there was a clear view of the mountains from there. You were too busy looking at your feet to avoid falling because of roots and rocks during your climb, too busy struggling with your breathing and this horrible heat to actually pay attention to your surroundings.

This was a nice and necessary reminder.

Before you a field of wild flowers – purple, red, yellow and white – descended along the side of the mountain you were climbing: a peak on your left that fell abruptly at first, but then more smoothly, gently enough to let grass, bushes and flowers grow. Further on the right, the mountain you stood upon stopped, or rather you lost sight of it beyond pine trees. And beyond these trees, you could see the mountains on the other side of the valley. They faced you with all their height and might, chiselled rocks that seemed to be reaching for the azure sky above, fingers thrown upwards trying to hold the firmament. The tops of the sharp peaks were painted with splashes of white, eternal snow that never melted. They were like innocent spots across black stone.

And all around you, in all direction, as far as the eye could see, it was just mountains. Peaks and falls and snow and forests of greens and golds.

It truly was indescribable. Some of the most beautiful things you had ever seen…

You slowly nodded.

“That’s a pretty good argument.”

But when you turned to Ben again, you were glaring at him.

“Won’t save you from my wrath though.”

Your best friend merely laughed again, readjusting his old red cap upon his head.

“You’ve always been merciless,” he teased, an annoying grin plastered on his features.

He brushed away a couple of droplets of sweat that were rolling down the side of his face, from his temple down to his jawline.

“Have to admit though that walking under this heat is quite painful,” he added, taking a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart.

“How long till we reach the shelter?”

“Two hours.”

“I’m going to die.”

“Of course not. I would then have to carry your corpse all the way down the mountain, and that would be way too much effort. So, I’m forbidding you to do so.”

“How generous of you. You could always leave my body here.”

“For your family to kill me? No, thank you.”

You let out a laugh, and he soon joined you.

“It is a pretty sight though,” you nodded once more, letting your gaze drift back to the landscape splayed before you.

You didn’t see Ben’s tender smile as he kept on looking at you.

“It is a beautiful sight, indeed…”

But even if you enjoyed this short break, you still had a long way to go to reach the shelter. You heaved a sigh, turning towards the path again.

You walked for about twenty minutes until the path slowly faded, from a clear line to a mere passage drawn through the grass by the many footsteps of hundreds of hikers. You followed this passage through the tall grass and flowers that tickled your calves and perfumed the air with a sweet smell. You kept on walking until you reached a barrier, made of barbed wire. In the distance, you could hear bells ringing, breaking the quiet of the peaceful scenery: you needed to cross a field where cows were grazing.

You found the handle that allowed you to detach a segment of the wire so you could cross, and you entered the field with Ben. You stopped to admire the cows, remaining at a respectful distance of the quiet animals. They didn’t seem to be paying any attention to the two of you though, eating grass and wildflowers while the bells around their necks rang loudly in the motionless air. Butterflies flew from flower to flower as well, adding even more splashes of colour upon the idyllic landscape. Beyond the cows and field, you could still see the same tall mountains that rose majestically on the other side of the valley.

You were about to start walking again, laughing at Ben as he tried to get rid of an annoying fly, when you heard an animal walking towards you.

It was a donkey. Grey with cute, darker ears and a lazy pace that made you wonder if he really was walking purposefully towards you and Ben or if he was simply minding his own business, and you happened to be on his way.

You had to admit that you looked at the quiet animal with some worry, not sure how to react. Ben, however, had an adorable smile on his face.

“Hi, there,” he said in a calm, welcoming voice.

The animal stopped, seemed to study the two of you, and took a couple more steps to get right in front of Ben.

“You should be careful…” you advised him, but Ben rolled his eyes.

“This guy seems quite calm.”

He tentatively rose his hand, gave the donkey’s nose a few scratched, and the animal wriggled his ears in an appreciative way.

You took the opportunity to take a couple pictures, while Ben was grinning like a boy, still petting the donkey.

“This guy’s very friendly!” he grinned. “You should pet him!”

But you were hesitant…

“Come on!” Ben encouraged you. “Look, he’s very calm.”

Before you could protest, he held your hand in his and guided your palm to rest on the donkey’s muzzle.

The fur was surprisingly soft under your touch. Ben’s touch was burning your hand, it seemed…

You were struggling to breathe, and it was not because of the donkey.

Ben looked down at you with tender eyes, his grin growing fonder and brighter at the same time.

“It’s pretty great, isn’t it.”

You couldn’t help but nod.

“Yeah, pretty great.”

You realized then that you had taken a step closer to Ben, and that you were standing very close, shoulder to shoulder. When you looked up at him, you noticed the way he turned away in a hurry. After spending three days in a row outside, he had caught small sunburns on his cheekbones and on the tip of his nose. Nothing painful, but enough for the skin to turn into an adorable shade of red. You were certain though that he seemed redder than before, as if he were blushing.

He let go of your hand.

“We should get going,” he said, looking away again and he started walking without waiting for your answer.

He didn’t want you to realize that his face was on fire. That even his ears were on fire, actually. That his heart was pounding because of you, because of your fingers under his, because of your shoulder resting gently against his arm, because of the light of the bright sun in your eyes…

He heard you hurrying behind him, and he forced himself to slow down. He took a few deep breaths, calming down.

He had been so good these past few days at hiding the way he truly felt about you, he couldn’t just… show it now and blow everything away and destroy all that you had built together along the years…

No, no… he couldn’t do this. It was too much of a risk to take to tell you about his feelings for you.

For a while, he had thought it was a mere crush, that it would pass. But time had flown by, carrying weeks, and months and years and it seemed that it only got worse. Only got more intense.

The more time went by, the more he was falling desperately in love with you.

He really, really was an idiot for falling in love with his best friend…

“Huh… Ben… I think we have a problem…”

He turned around, and indeed, you had a problem. A problem in the form of a donkey.

Because that friendly animal apparently wanted more than just scratches. He was following you across the field, and had started sniffing your backpack suspiciously.

You hurried to reach your friend, and bravely hid behind him.

“What do we do?”

Ben couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head as he got an apple out of his bag, and handed it to the animal.

“I reckon that’s why he was so friendly. He was hoping for a treat.”

Indeed, the donkey grabbed Ben’s apple and started munching on it, bits dropping on the grass.

“Let’s make an escape while he’s distracted,” you proposed, and you resumed your walk towards the other side of the field.

When you crossed the barbed wire again, the donkey had started following you once more. He let out a loud cry as Ben walked away.

“You’re really good at making new friends,” you complimented Ben, making him laugh.

“This one’s a little too intrusive though. Very stubborn,” he joked.

He patted the donkey one last time from the across the wires though, before turning away.

“You really do make friends everywhere you go.”

“That’s because I’m absolutely charming, obviously.”

He was joking of course, a giggle badly hidden in his voice and ready to come out at your reply. But your tone was not as humorous as he had expected it to be when you answered.

“Hmm… well, you are quite charming, that’s true.”

You didn’t laugh, and he guessed that you weren’t joking, not fully anyway.

He blushed even more fiercely than before, and was grateful that you were walking in front of him, so you could not see his crimson cheeks.

Le refuge du col de la Vanoise.

Last shelter of your crazy trip, before going down to a village down the mountain the next day.

There was an older building built in stone at the beginning of the 20th century, but that was not the building where you would be spending the night. You would be sleeping in the large, modern one made of wood and metal that sat by its side. When you arrived, you first saw it coming up from the path, its rectangular shape resting at the foot of a peak covered in snow and black stones. You had to admit that it was an impressive sight to see, it seemed ridiculously small next to the large shape of the peak, that some people were brave enough to attempt climbing.

When you turned to Ben, he was grinning, a dreamy expression painted over his features.

“That is one hell of a view to spend the night, don’t you think?”

He finally turned to you, and you couldn’t argue with his statement.

“I think if we walk a bit further, we can even reach the snow, look,” you added, pointing towards the fading grass, where the slope became more intense again and the ground lost any trace of green, in favour of dark grey rocks, that were splashed with stains of white snow.

“That would certainly cool us down,” he laughed.

You had noticed that the air was chiller now, but with so much effort put into trekking, you hadn’t felt the need to put on a pullover yet. The gush of wind that followed made you reconsider your decision, though.

Over 2500 metres above sea level… That was pretty high, you reckoned… And you looked up at the peaks above you, that seemed so close, reachable now, you truly realized how far you had walked in just three days. When you had started, they seemed to be so high above you, unreachable at the time.

You followed Ben as he walked towards the mountain shelter. Black t-shirt hugging his frame, a black backpack, grey shorts and his old red cap, its colours had fainted long ago but he still wore it often. You had gifted him that stupid cap ages ago. Almost… almost a lifetime ago, it seemed.

For how long had the two of you known each other? You had stopped counting. It felt like he had always been here, with you. There had been a change in what you saw in him along the years. Slow, barely noticeable at first. Something that settled in your heart without you noticing, that grew stronger with each minute you spent together. When you realized what it was, it was too late already. You couldn’t go back. You couldn’t see a mere friend in him anymore.

But how could you tell your best friend that you loved him?

It seemed impossible, unfeasible, unreachable. Just like reaching the top of this mountain. You felt too small to achieve such a thing.

A thousand things could go wrong, and you would have rather kept him in your life as your friend than try to have more and lose everything. So, you dated other people, and he had a love life of his own. Somehow though, you always ended up with a glass of wine in his apartment every Friday night. Somehow, he always called you when he was away on Sunday mornings. You watched movies together even if you were thousands of miles apart. You talked to him on the phone until he fell asleep. He listened to you for hours complain about work. He looked at you with this expression in his eyes that was so full of tenderness that you melted everytime.

And you thought, sometimes, as if caught in a dream, as if yielding to a moment of madness, that perhaps… perhaps he felt the same. Perhaps he had stopped seeing you as a friend at one point. Perhaps he loved you too.

But how could you tell your best friend that you loved him?

While you were lost in these thoughts of yours, some that were becoming quite frequent these days, you had reached the shelter, and Ben was checking with the guardian about your reservation. You were still too distracted by your own worries to pay attention to the conversation Ben was leading, in a mix of French and English. You did notice the few French words he spoke though; they made your heart jump every time.

You focused harder on the conversation though, when you heard Ben repeat himself several times. You saw him reaching for his phone in his pocket, and he showed his digital copy of the reservation to the keeper. The bearded man stared at the screen. He looked like he was about fifty, with a face marked by years spent under the wind and sun.

He nodded, taking his time to choose his words as he answered in English, but with a heavy accent.

“I can see that you have booked two beds. There must have been a mistake.”

He shrugged, emphasizing his gesture to show what he meant, in case Ben would have not understood his English. But he had, and so had you.

He lifted a finger to show the two of you to wait. He disappeared inside the shelter, looking for something. You asked Ben what was going on.

“Apparently there was a mistake and they have registered only one bed for us.”

“What? Does that mean we can’t sleep here tonight?”

“I don’t know. The guy is gone looking for something, apparently.”

“But we can’t reach the town tonight, it’s several hours away…”

Ben rested a soothing hand on your arm.

“I’m sure we’ll find a solution, don’t worry. We’re in the middle of the mountains, they’re not going to just abandon on us to spend the night out there.”

Right at that moment, the keeper came back. He had an apologizing smile on his face as he explained the situation, slowly, struggling to find his words sometimes.

The shelter was fully booked for tonight. He couldn’t explain the problem with the online booking system, and it didn’t matter. What mattered was that you needed a place to stay for the night, and it wasn’t an option for the two of you to go somewhere else.

He had found an extra mattress, along with a dozen of blankets. You would still be missing a bed, but you could use the old mattress and the extra blankets to sleep on the floor, while still being at least a little comfortable.

Ben and you exchanged a glance, but there wasn’t anything else to be done. And this poor man before you had no better option either, he couldn’t summon a bed, after all.

So, Ben helped the keeper to carry the mattress across the building, until you reached the corner of a large dormitory filled with many beds. They put down the mattress, along with the blankets, right next to a single bed set in the corner.

But, despite the seven layers of blankets added to the mattress, Ben couldn’t refrain a laugh as he laid down to test his bed for the night, after the French man had left the two of you alone.

“If I can get up again tomorrow morning, it will be a miracle,” he chuckled, running a finger through his hair before replacing his cap on his head.

“Is it that bad? I can sleep on the floor…”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just… destroy my back during the night.”

“Don’t be ridiculous…”

“I’m not. Help me up, would you?”

You offered him your hand, rolling your eyes at him.

You pulled with all your strength to tease him, making him almost fall as he got up. And it made you both laugh but also… It made him hold onto you to keep his balance, and when he looked down at you, you were very close.

Desperately close.

And being so close to you, with your hand still in his, so close that he could feel the air leaving your lungs come to brush his lips, he couldn’t look away from your eyes. He was trapped inside them. He couldn’t move, couldn’t look away. He could only stare, and take in the warmth of your skin against his, and the way he wanted to bend down and finally…

You both jumped as the door of the dormitory opened, and the spell was broken.

You did find snow a few meters away from the shelter.

You did enjoy a nice evening sharing a meal with a hilarious Italian couple, two French sisters, and an old French guy who had been coming here every summer for twenty years.

It was a light evening, filled with stars and funny stories shared with strangers and an awful lot of wine and cheese.

The temperature had dropped considerably during the evening, and when you finally headed to bed around 11pm, you were happy to stay in the shelter and not outside, in a tent.

When you let yourself fall onto the bed, you couldn’t refrain a sigh of relief. Some people sharing the room were already asleep, and you whispered when you saw Ben coming in from the showers. He was still drying his hair with a towel, his dark locks completely dishevelled. He was wearing an oversized black hoodie with a pair of dark jogging trousers.

“I’m so tired,” you whispered as he sat down at the end of your bed.

He yawned, as if to agree with your statement.

“We need to get up early tomorrow. Lots of walking to be done,” he added, his tone matching yours in the quiet room while he rubbed the towel against his rebellious hair.

You threw a glance at the mattress on the floor by the side of your bed, and heaved a sigh.

“You shouldn’t sleep on that thing, by the way.”

“Why not?”

“You’ll break your back.”

“It’s better than the floor.”

“You can sleep with me.”

You stared at each other for a moment. You realized you were staring but so was he. You were trapped in his brown eyes again, as usual. You always were…

The room was quiet, peaceful. Outside the wind had started to blow, got caught in the rocks of the mountains around the shelter. It howled. In the dormitory, you were the only ones talking, your voices mere whispers. On the opposite side of the room, someone was softly snoring.

“Are you sure?” he asked in a voice even lower than before, full with something kind and delicate, fond, almost loving…

You shrugged, trying to hide behind a casual gesture how nervous you truly were.

“Of course. We’ve been friends for… how long?”

“Too much to count at this point,” he answered with an amused smile, but his dark eyes remained on you.

“So… I reckon we can share a bed. We’ve done worse.”.

“Alright,” he nodded, finally freeing you from his intense stare.

He threw the towel on his bag, ran his fingers through his hair to tame the rebel strands. He was avoiding your gaze, but you didn’t notice. You didn’t notice either that he was blushing.

More people walked inside the room, there were only five minutes left before the main lights of the room would be turned off, so that everyone could go to sleep. Or at least, those who didn’t want to spend most of their night outside, enjoying some music and some happy conversations. You were too tired to join them though.

“Move over then, or I’ll have to crush you,” Ben joked, finally turning towards you and waiting for you to lie on your side so he would have enough space next to you.

You both tried to get comfortable, it was quite difficult in the tiny space of the single bed.

“You’ll lose any part of you that touches me during the night by the way,” you joked in a half-threatening tone.

“Alright, but then I’ll push you off the bed if you start snoring.”

“I don’t snore.”

“You do. Trust me, you do.”

You both chuckled, but didn’t manage to get comfortable for a while. He winced when your cold feet collided with his.

“How come your toes are so cold! How have they not fallen off yet?” he complained, making you roll your eyes.

But Ben stopped moving, and seemed to think for a second. He threw a glance at the pile of blankets on the empty mattress, before turning to you again.

“Would you prefer not to share the blankets? We have some extra ones. You can keep these two, and I can lie on top of them and get some for myself.”

You considered his offer, but shook your head.

“It doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable. You?”

“No, it’s okay.”

“If you steal all the blankets though, I will leave your body to be devoured by vultures.”

“Always so violent, Y/N…”

But he was chuckling, finally settling in a comfortable position. He was on the edge of the bed, but he didn’t seem to mind. A hand under the pillow, he was lying on his side, facing you. You could see his body finally relaxing, and he heaved a satisfied sigh.

“That feels nice,” he smiled. “I have to admit… it was a tiring day. My legs are very sore.”

“I thought you weren’t in pain. I thought you loved climbing.”

“Shut it.”

It was your time to chuckle as you eventually settled down. You didn’t notice that your position matched Ben’s. Hand under the pillow, facing him…

Only when you rested your cheek against the soft cotton did you notice that Ben and you were face to face, so close…

So close… close enough for you to fall in his eyes immediately, irises so dark they seemed the same colour as his pupils. You could feel his breath brushing your lips, the air leaving your lungs mingling in the small space between your faces. Only a few centimetres separated your bodies, you were so close that you couldn’t lay your hand flat on the mattress across the space between your bodies. Instead, your hand was partially closed, and when Ben moved his fingers a little, his knuckles brushed against yours. You didn’t move, but stopped breathing, still lost in his eyes. He blinked a couple of times, and you noticed how his breathing quickened, how he retrieved his fingers instantly, the touch disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. You stared for a few more seconds in silence.

But then it was back. Feathery, and hesitant. The touch of his knuckles against yours, brushing his skin against yours. Warm. Delicate. Slow, as if asking for permission. You didn’t move, and so he didn’t stop.

When he extended his fingers a little more, you opened your hand as well, slowly, as if to invite him in. To invite him to hold your hand in his. And he almost did, moving his fingers around yours. He was about to close them when he paused.

“Maybe I should… turn around. Would that make it… easier?”

Make it easier?

For you to fall asleep? Or for the two of you to act like this wasn’t happening? Like your heart wasn’t pounding, like his breathing wasn’t a mess, like your skin wasn’t on fire, like he didn’t have butterflies all over his stomach, like you didn’t want to close the gap between your bodies and finally run your fingers through his hair, like he didn’t want to lean in and finally kiss you and hold your face in his hands to keep you close…

Would that make it easier if he turned away?

“I don’t know. I’m not sure you should,” you answered in a whisper.

You moved your fingers against his, as if you encouraged him to imprison your hand in his. And he did start to bend his knuckles, to close the trap of his warm skin around yours…

…and then the lights went off.

You had been accustomed to the light, and in this new darkness you couldn’t see a thing. You felt Ben’s movement stop, as he was surprised as well by the sudden blindness.

And somehow, the spell was broken.

You pulled your hand away and turned around as quickly as you could, your back now facing him. You closed your eyes tightly. You tried to calm down…

“Good night, Ben,” you let out in a breath.

He blinked a few times, trying to get accustomed to the night. There was a little bit of light in the room, from the stars outside and the sign indicating the emergency exits. They were enough for him to see your shape after a few seconds. He stared at the form of your shoulders, opened his mouth to respond, to argue…

He lifted his hand slowly, bringing his palm closer to your back. He stopped millimetres away from your shoulder blade, hand open and ready to rest gently on your t-shirt. But he didn’t close the gap. He didn’t touch you. He kept his fingers there, still in mid-air, still close enough to feel the heat escaping your body and warming the world around you. But he didn’t close the gap, he closed his fist instead as he let his hand fall by his side.

He clenched his jaw, shut his eyes tightly for a few seconds. He wanted to call your name…

He didn’t.

“Good night, Y/N.”

You felt the bed caving under his weight as he turned around as well. You waited until he had stopped shifting his weight around to let out the breath you had been holding. You were grateful he couldn’t see the tear that rolled down your cheek.

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Does the Moonlight Shine on Paris? (iii)

Idol!Jeonghan x Idol!f!Reader

900+ words; cw : none | m.list tags: friends to lovers; fluff; minor angst; idol au; elements of slowburn; second male lead scoups;

Yoon Jeonghan realizes a few things about you after sharing a drink with you in Paris.

The hotel’s air conditioning unit engulfed the silence as Jeonghan stared at the ceiling. He has been trying to sleep for the past 2 hours now but he had no luck getting some shut-eye. He wasn’t sure whether it was the high from the show a while ago or if it’s the jet lag. Honestly speaking, he hasn’t been sure about a lot of things ever since his whole schedule in Paris started. It was just so different from what he was used to. There were no members around. No roommate in his hotel room, just him and the unfamiliar city lights.

The group chat with the members was quiet at this time given that the sun was probably just about to rise in Seoul. He opened another conversation from a couple days ago and he felt his chest tighten.

“Look out for her during the show. Thanks. :D”

A swirl of emotions overcame Jeonghan. He felt conflicted about whether it was right to start getting attracted to his best friend’s previous love interest. He might be cunning at times but he values the friendship he has with Seungcheol. It was irreplaceable and it was the type of friendship that two people build over hardship after hardship so he tried to convince himself that this was all just fleeting emotions— emotions that were simply brought by the atmosphere and ambiance of Paris.

“Man... This is bad.” He thought to himself over and over again before slowly dozing off.

“Kwon to the Soon to the Young!” You greeted Hoshi when you spotted them at the restaurant. He invited you to join him and Jeonghan for dinner after his schedule.

He did the gesture right back to you and made sure to do his signature tiger pose at the end.

“Noona! I’m glad you could make it! Have a seat!” He gestured that you sit across them to which you delightfully did so.

You gave both of them your signature smile and proceeded to chat with the two about your schedules and things that you missed out on with one another. The conversation was cut short after your phone rang and after seeing who was ringing you up, your face lit up.

“Hello, Cheol!” You greeted him as you held the phone up to your ear. Jeonghan, who was just about to put his spoonful of food in his mouth, came to a short pause with the mention of his best friend’s name. Meanwhile, Hoshi, completely unaware of the internal strife that was going on with the person sitting beside him, just continued to munch on the meal laid before him.

The conversation between you and Cheol was barely audible to the both of them but he could make out a few words out from the deep mumbling on the other side of the line but overall, the call was short and you soon dropped the call.

“Was that Hyung?” Hoshi asked even though he already knew the answer. He just wanted to snoop around.

“Mhm. He was just wondering how we were doing. I sent him a pic of us eating together just before he called.” You replied nonchalantly as you sliced the piece on meat on your plate before eating it.

Hoshi smiled before nudging Jeonghan with his elbow. “He sure does reply fast when you’re the one sending him a message,” he had a smug look before continuing. “Guess that really happens when you’re the special someone.”

Jeonghan choked at nothing and looked at you. He was probably the only person in the world who had the opportunity to know what happened with both sides and as far as he knows, the boys only knew that Cheol treated you differently but that was all and nothing deeper.

You gave Jeonghan a glance as well and offered him some water before turning to Hoshi, “Nah. He just treats me that way ‘cause I’m his childhood friend.” You shrug it off and offered more food to the tiger to divert his attention. He gladly accepted your offer and dinner proceeded without a hitch.

“Do a heart pose together! Do a heart pose together!” You said with full enthusiasm as you took pictures of the two in front of the Eiffel Tower. The two were looking forward to taking pictures with the popular tourist attraction since they arrived because it was their first time in Europe and they wanted to commemorate it. Being the supportive friend that you are, you suddenly morphed from an idol to an esteemed photographer.

You started laughing at their silly ideas and started suggesting more poses. “Do a jump shot!” You said while still laughing at how down they were in performing your suggestions and after a lot of pictures, you showed them your gallery filled with their pictures.

“This looks good! I’ll post this on Instagram! Airdrop them to me, Noona!” Hoshi said grinning ear-to-ear and you took a mental note of this.

“You haven’t taken pictures of yourself yet. You should stand over there.” Jeonghan stated and Hoshi agreed. You were so eager to take pictures of them because of how much fun they were having that you forgot to take some for yourself too.

“Okay! But let’s take pictures together too.” You skipped to the spot where they previously stood.

‘Cute.’

Jeonghan noticed that Hoshi was about to get his phone and take pictures of you but it was like his hand had a brain of its own. He held the latter’s forearm and said, “I’ll take the pictures. Hype her up.”

Hoshi didn’t think too much of it and just did what Jeonghan suggested but he would later notice something different with his hyung when he saw the way he looked at you through the screen of his phone.

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i just want to thank everybody for reading this au >< i didn’t expect it to get 50+ notes in the previous chapter. it’s been a while since i’ve written fics and english isn’t my first language but i’m glad some of you enjoyed it enough to give it some likes. ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ as for the how the story progresses, it may seem slow for now but it’s because i’ve decided to add some elements of slow burn :D comments are greatly appreciated but even the likes themselves are enough <3 i hope everybody stays safe (๑･̑◡･̑๑) feel free to ask questions too!~

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gloomiegalaxie-sims · 6 months

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Espeon(s)

alright so this pic came across my dashboard a few days ago and i couldn't get it out of my head

(creator credit: https://kochich.tumblr.com/post/734345525323776000/espeon-but-its-made-without-ai-and-its-a)

i made a couple cats highly inspired by it.

ngl i love them.

Shiny Espeon ~

Espeon ~

They enjoy screaming in unison

if you'd like to add some chaos to your game, you can download them below! CC is included in the zip; it's only two pieces, both by Liam-Sims (no longer active, archived downloads of their other stuff can be found here though)

requires Cats & Dogs

and again i wonder, should i figure out how to make cat cc?

Download ~

Espeons (Sims File Share)

Espeons (Drive)

#ts4 #simblr #ts4 simblr #my sims #ts4 gameplay #ts4 cats and dogs #ts4 sims download #ts4 pets #sims 4 #the sims community

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whirligig-girl · 4 months

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Ayo has NASA ever shown any pics of Mars moons in it's sky? I NEED TO KNOW

a couple asks ago i showed an example of this. here’s a few more:

annular solar eclipse/transit of Phobos across the Sun from Curiosity.

transit of Deimos across the Sun from Curiosity.

Occultation of Deimos by Phobos as seen by Curiosity.

The telephoto cameras used for navigation on Mars are also capable of being used as weak telescopes. (I do not know how they safely get photos of the Sun, though. Even at Mars distance that would still fry the sensors--so i assume they must have put a solar filter on the instrument specifically for this use case.)

While looking for images I came across this really cool one from Spirit:

The bright moon-like glow is Phobos. The dimmer dot is Deimos. Towards the bottom of the image is the Hyades cluster, and the bright star Aldeberan. In the lower left is the Pleiades cluster. This is an approximately naked eye-like view (well, maybe 2x or 3x magnification), except that with the naked eye Phobos would not look overexposed.This is really striking to me because this actually feels like a view of the night sky on Earth, yet with alien moons. Really cool.

Here’s a labelled, overexposed version:

I don’t think there’s been any color pictures of this done because Mars rovers are not astronomical observatories and because there’s not much color detail actually visible in the moons. And I assume aside from the solar eclipse pictures these images were all taken at night, with pitch-black skies and nearly black horizons.

This evening or afternoon image depicting Phobos as seen by Curiosity is a composite image--Phobos is probably much brighter here than it would really look during the day on Mars.

Deimos is visible in this poorly white-balanced shot of Mars from Perseverence. The sky is green here but Mars’ sky is really more of a yellow or brown color.

Here is almost the reverse--seen from an orbiting satellite, here is Phobos against the limb (edge of the visible disk; horizon) of Mars. I believe terrain looks weirdly flattened and a little distorted here due to lensing from Mars’ atmosphere--you can see how the effect gets worse closer to the limb. A similar effect, but more significant, can happen when looking at the limb of the Earth from space. Space probes use multiple color filters to take color photos, but when it comes to fast moving targets it’s not possible to switch colors in time, which is why this image is in grayscale. Notice also how dark Phobos is--it’s almost black. It only appears bright against the even blacker space. This is also true of the Moon, incidentally, but the effect is even more pronounced with Phobos.

#Mars #Phobos #Deimos #Planetary Science #Astronomy #Spirit rover #Curiosity #Perseverence #Mars2020 #Space

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usarmytrooper · 2 years

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I posted the top pic a few days ago, but came across a couple of others. This guy wasn’t the most popular post I’ve made, but I like him, so he gets another posting.

#shirtless #muscle #jock #tattoos #college jock #college dude #college guy #frat bro #frat bros #nice eyes #outdoors

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awkwardtickleetoo · 2 years

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Birthday Raspberries: The Origin Story

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DREAM!!!!

its dreams birthday, which is awesome, but that also means that my blog birthday is coming up, which is just way cooler, sorry dream (/j)

anyway!! this is the 3rd and unfortunately final installment of the birthday raspberries fic trilogy!! this one is a prequel to the other 2, so in chronological order is goes dream -> george -> sapnap :))

it's always so so so fun writing these fics, they're adorable, the dteam is adorable, birthday tickles are adorable, I love them. they're some of my favorite pics I've posted on here i think

little disclaimer before we start: this is a prequel, but it is still referenced to be dream 23rd birthday. does it make sense? no. but we can live with it

lee!dream, ler!sapnap, 3.1k words

enjoy!!

There was a certain tradition that Sapnap wanted to bring back. It was something that his family had instilled in him in his very early childhood but stopped as he got older, something that he remembered randomly one day in high school and renewed with his friends through those years, leading up to when they all went to college.

Unfortunately for Sapnap, a majority of his friend group split apart to move away for school or with their families, and most of his other friends were online, so this tradition that solely required being physically with a person was lost to him again.

Fortunately for Sapnap, he now lived in the same house as his best friend, frequently visited his other friends, and another one was coming to live with them soon. This was the perfect time to bring this tradition back again, he decided. Third time's the charm, right?

When Dream found out what the tradition was, he didn't exactly feel the same way.

It was nearing midnight, and the end of Dream's birthday, and Dream's family had already left a few hours ago after they came over for dinner and cake. Sapnap had offered to help make dinner, since Dream's family were bringing the cake, and between himself being helpful and Dream's mom being the cooking master, everything had turned out pretty good, and they had plenty of leftovers to last them the rest of the week.

Dream and Sapnap were laying on the couch in their living room, the newer one they had just bought a month or so before to better fit their living space. Dream sat partially slumped over, his arm draped along the back of the couch as he rested his head on it, legs crossed at the ankles as they laid out in front of him off the chaise of the couch. Sapnap laid perpendicular to him, lounging across the length of the couch with his head on Dream's thigh. They decided to watch a few episodes of an anime they were in the middle of before calling it a night, both of them still buzzing with too much happy energy to go to sleep yet. Finally, about halfway through the last episode of the season, Dream let out a yawn, covering his mouth and scrunching his nose up as he did.

"Tired?" Sapnap asked, tilting his head up at his friend. Dream nodded through the end of his yawn.

"Yeah, finally," Dream chuckled, rubbing his eye with his knuckle and sighing out the breath he'd spoken through. "I'll probably head up after this episode finishes."

"Mm…" Sapnap hummed in acknowledgment, looking back at the TV screen.

About 15 minutes later, the season credits were on screen, and Sapnap reached for the remote to exit out of the show. They spoke for a couple minutes about the ending, speaking in sleep-deprived tones as they giggled quietly. Sapnap spoke up again before they departed.

"Can I tell you a story I remembered earlier before we go to bed really quick?"

"Of course, I'm all ears," Dream replied, pushing his hood that had been covering his head off and running a hand through his hair.

"Okay, so like, I remembered this thing during dinner because it has to do with birthdays but I didn't get a chance to tell you bc it wasn't important," Sapnap looked up at Dream as he spoke, somehow still sounding energetic even with how tired Dream knew they both were. "So, when I was a little kid, like really little, my mom had this… I guess it was kind of a tradition? Where every year, on my birthday, she would come into my room in the morning and bring me breakfast in bed, and she'd, like…" Sapnap cut himself off with a small chuckle, breaking off into his own giggles as his face became a little pink and he looked away from Dream for a second before looking back. Dream had a confused look on his face, tilting his head like a puppy as he waited for Sapnap to keep going. "Okay, don't laugh, but she would, like, wake me up by tickling me and then she'd give me a bunch of raspberries, however many years old I was that day," Sapnap admitted through his giggles, and Dream smiled at his confession, giggling a bit to himself at the idea of a kid-Sapnap getting lost in laughter from a few little raspberries. "And, dude, when I was a kid, I fucking loved that shit, I thought it was the most fun thing in the world and then I'd eat my little bowl of cereal and bacon and toast that she brought me and she'd sit with me and I'd break her off pieces of the toast to eat and I thought I was the best kid in the world, it was fucking awesome."

"That's adorable," Dream responded, and Sapnap continued again.

"So then, when I got older, she kind of stopped, because once you get older and into, like, middle school or past age 10 that stuff tends to stop, which is fine, but I forgot about it for a while until one day in high school it was my friends birthday and I just randomly remembered it, so I was like 'fuck it', y'know? I wanted to bring it back, so when we stayed at his house that night and I made sure I was the first one there so I could tell everyone about it– and I made sure everyone was comfortable, I didn't go overboard or anything, but we were all pretty physically affectionate people so no one really minded that much, and also we all loved embarrassing each other so it just worked."

"Mhm."

"And since everyone kinda left for college after junior or senior year I only got to do it a few times, like I did it to that kid on his 17th birthday, another kid on his 18th, and this one girl in our group on her 18th, and it was always so fun and hilarious."

"That does sound pretty funny," Dream agreed, and Sapnap smiled up at him, knowing his plan was coming into action faster than he had imagined.

"It was… but anyway, that was a really long story, but it does have a point, okay?" Dream nodded. "So the point is… I think I wanna bring the tradition back." Sapnap explained almost sheepishly, looking up at Dream for reassurance.

"Sapnap, are you asking me to give you birthday raspberries when it gets to your birthday?" Dream asked with a wide smile, originally wanting to seem smug and embarrass Sapnap, but seeing the smile on his face made his tone come out as genuine and soft as it could be.

"No! Well– well, yes, but, that's not what I meant right now," Sapnap explained further, waiting for the lightbulb to flick on in Dream's mind.

It didn't. Instead, Dream looked at him as if he'd spoken a completely different language.

"I don't… I don't get what you're saying, then," Dream said, toying with the end of his hoodie string as he curled the end around his finger and pulled it to be even with the opposite string.

"Dream. I want you to let me do it to you."

Dream's eyes widened just slightly, glancing at Sapnap and then looking away, switching between the two as he let out a shocked chuckle.

"Oh…" Dream said, unhelpful, as he tried to think of anything to say in response. He fidgeted with his hoodie string again. "Um…"

"C'mon, please?" Sapnap asked, leaning up slightly on one elbow and reaching his free hand up to lace his fingers with Dream's hand. Dream let his hand be held, smiling despite himself. "I'll be nice! And– and if you let me do it now, you can help me do it to everyone else in the future too! Like– George definitely, and Karl and Quackity if we're around them on theirs. Just let me do it, come on, just, come on."

"But you said it's the same number as whatever age you're turning? That's a lot, Sapnap, you haven't had it done to you since you were 10 or some shit, there's a big difference between 10 and 23." Dream explained nervously.

"I know, but you did say earlier that it sounded fun!" Sapnap elaborated as he fully sat up, pointing a finger at Dream accusingly. Suddenly, he got a devious idea, smirking as he continued. "But I can be gentle, I get it, you're fragile."

"I'm not fragile!"

"It's okay, Dream, I understand, you're worried you won't be able to handle it."

"That is not what I said!"

"No, it's fine, you're just too ticklish for this, it's okay."

"N-no!"

"Maybe when we get George here he'll say yes and then it'll prove he's stronger than you."

"Fine!" Dream finally caved, pulling his hand away from Sapnap in favor of pulling his sleeves over his hands and curling in on himself. He sat cross-legged now, his hands folded in his lap and elbows brought in close to his body. "Fine, I'll– I'll let you do it, if you shut up about me being too 'ticklish' and 'fragile' to handle it, I could literally beat you up."

Sapnap smiled proudly, holding out his hand for a handshake.

"Deal," he said, waiting for Dream to grab his hand.

"Dea–" Dream tried to respond, but was cut off by a loud yell as Sapnap held his hand tight and yanked him forward. He was too caught off guard to catch himself, so he landed on his side, his shoulder colliding with the soft couch cushions and his knee colliding with Sapnap's arm. Before he could even process what happened, Sapnap was sitting on top of him, straddling his hips and reaching behind him to press his knees so they were flat as well. Dream tried to protest when he felt his hoodie being pushed up just slightly, the sliver of skin by his hip above the waistband of his sweatpants showing now. "NO! No, no, Sapn–AP!" Dream yelped, gasping and slamming his hands over his mouth when there was a sudden, unbearable vibrating sensation on his hip that felt like it was coming from inside his skin.

Sapnap had blown the first raspberry. And if that was just the first, Dream had no fucking clue how he was going to be able to handle the remaining 22.

He caught his breath quickly, body tense and stiff as Sapnap sat up and laughed at him.

"Shut the hell up," Dream said when he heard him laughing.

"I didn't even say anything!" Dream huffed out a breath and rolled his eyes, maneuvering his body so he was more comfortable. Sapnap let him move around, and he ended up laying fully back with his knees bent and his legs propped up against the back of the couch, his ankles against the arm. Sapnap moved over as well, sitting on the corner bumper of the couch where Dream was before in order to have full access to Dream's body.

"That wasn't nice," Dream muttered, crossing his arms in front of his chest in an attempt to seem intimidating, but his wide smile and the fact that he was still holding onto the ends of his sleeves gave him away.

"Which part, the throwing you around like a ragdoll or the part where I completely wrecked your shit?"

"Both!"

"Mhm, still think you could beat me up?"

"Yes! I definitely could!" Sapnap jumped at the opportunity, pushing Dream's hoodie up again and blowing another raspberry in the same place as before. "NO!" Dream yelled, catching him in the act this time and moving to push at his head. He still tried to hold in his laughter, biting his lip this time, until Sapnap blew a third raspberry, and then his attempts were lost. "Sapnahahahap!" Dream giggled out, grabbing at Sapnap's shoulder and shaking his head. Another raspberry was blown on his side, followed by a fifth against the bottom of his ribs. Dream took in a sharp breath as his laughter began anew, fingers gripping the fabric of Sapnap's hoodie as he pulled him away slightly. "GOHOHOD jeheheheez let– lehehet me breheathe!"

Sapnap giggled slightly as he pulled away, rubbing his palm soothingly over Dream's bunched up hoodie.

"Sorry. Guess I'm a little eager," Sapnap apologized bashfully. "You're just so cute, I can't help it."

"Shut up," Dream groaned, smiling wide at Sapnap's genuine words. "You're annoying."

"Yeah," Sapnap agreed, tone sweet, before he suddenly leaned forward and blew a raspberry right on Dream's tummy. Dream let out a strained, wheezy laugh, caught off guard once again by the sudden feeling, curling up slightly and instinctively cradling the back of Sapnap's head in his hands. Three more were blown in quick succession in a line just underneath his belly button, and he flopped back onto the couch just to arch his back away from the feeling.

"OHOH GOHOHOD, Sapnahahahap!" Sapnap pulled back to laugh along with Dream again, adjusting the way he was sitting to be a little closer to him. He pushed Dream's hoodie a bit further up, then proceeded to blow four raspberries in a diamond shape– one at his sternum, one at the front of his left side's ribs, one in the center of his tummy, and one on the right, before finishing that section with one right in the middle of the diamond. "Sahahap, plehehehease!"

"Fine! Fine, you're such a baby, you literally have, like, only 9 left," Sapnap teased, letting Dream catch his breath again. Dream's giggles kept up as he took a few deep breaths, reaching up to cover his face with his hands, before reaching further back to pull his hood up and over his head, pulling it as far as it would go to help him hide his bright red face.

"9 ihis still a lot, Sapnahap!" Dream mumbled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I can help, let's make it 8 instead," Sapnap continued his teasing, smiling as he dropped his head down to meet Dream's torso again, lips landing to the left of his belly button and making him arch his back. As he squirmed, turning as far onto his side as he could and leaving his back exposed, Sapnap decided to seize the opportunity and blow a raspberry on the back of his ribs.

The sensation hit Dream like a freight train.

"FUCK!" Dream yelled, covering his mouth with his hand and using his other arm to brace himself against the couch. His fist collided with the cushion twice before he simply resorted to gripping the fabric tightly between his fingers. His reaction was enough to make Sapnap stop on his tracks, grinning like a little kid on Christmas.

"Okay. I don't know what I just did, but I know for a fact that the rest of these raspberries need to do the exact same thing," Sapnap said, in slight disbelief at how much of a reaction that spot got out of Dream.

"NO, you don't!" Dream shook his head, moving to lay down on his back again, but Sapnap's hand pushing against his side stopped him. "No, stop! Stop, don't, just get it over with normally!"

"Absolutely not, I'm gonna do it my way," Sapnap explained as he pushed Dream harder, kneeling up on his knees before straddling the back of Dream's thighs when he pushed him fully over.

"Sapnap, noho, no, that's not fahair–" Dream tried to push himself back, but with the way his torso was twisted and the way Sapnap was sitting on his legs, it was almost impossible to do anything but kick his legs against the arm of the couch and turn fully onto his stomach.

"Alright enough stalling," Sapnap commented before pushing Dream's hoodie up his back, blowing another raspberry on the back of Dream's ribs. Dream arched his back again, not getting very far this time with the way his front was pressed into the couch below him.

"Nahahaha, ohohoh my gohohod, that's so bahahahad," Dream complained, squealing and covering his mouth in embarrassment when Sapnap placed three raspberries in a line up his spine, the first one right between the dips of the dimples in his lower back and the final one netween his shoulder blades. "Sahahapnahap, plehehehease,"

"It's alright, there's just three left, you're so close. You honestly lasted way longer than I expected."

"Whahahat– ahaha– whahat is that supposed to mehean?" Dream asked, turning his head around to look at Sapnap behind him.

"Nothing! I just expected you to tap out, y'know?"

"I dihidn't– AH!" Sapnap cut him off by leaning forward and blowing a raspberry against the side of his neck.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Yohohou suhuck…" Dream mumbled, burying his face in his arm as he waited for the final two raspberries to hit him. "I wahas– I was gonna sahay Ihihi don't need toho tap out."

"Oh. Well, that's good, because I'm gonna make these last two unbearable now," Sapnap teased again, earning a loud, muffled groan from Dream. Sapnap took a deep breath, taking in as much air as he possibly could, smiling as he used all of his breath to blow one long, continued raspberry on Dream's side.

"NAHAhaha–!" Dream laughed freely, strength leaving his body as Sapnap repeated the action, blowing his longest raspberry yet as his big finale. He giggled against Dream's skin as he pulled away, tugging Dream's hoodie down and flopping down to lay flat on top of his limp form.

"Allllll done, birthday boy!" Sapnap said, still giggling along with Dream as he came down from his ticklish high.

"That was horrible. My spine is tingling," Dream explained once his laughter calmed down. "I'm exhausted."

"You're welcome," Sapnap said with a giggle, making Dream smile and shake his head against his arm.

Sapnap pushed himself up, standing and reaching a hand out to help Dream stand as well. It took him a moment to adjust himself, twisting his hoodie's sleeves and torso from where they were slightly turned from his squirming, and standing up straight to stretch.

"And," Sapnap began. "Just think. Now you can help me do this to other people too. Especially George."

Dream couldn't help but smile, the idea of George falling victim to the same treatment he was just subjected to sitting at the forefront of his mind.

"I would be honored."

And with that, the two parted to their individual bedrooms, and Dream went to sleep that night thinking about what it might be like if he was one to get Sapnap back on his upcoming birthday…

It may have been the best night of sleep he'd ever had.

#lee!dream #ler!sapnap #i hope . i got the number of raspberries right lmao #for some reason my brain could just Not keep count this time #if there are any typos or the wronf number of raspberries no there arent <3 and you saw nothing <3 #cals writing

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linahopeeeee · 2 years

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Hiii I have a fic idea.

Yoongi. After seeing the airport pics/videos he's all that's been on my mind so here it is.

He just came to states for the white house visit you've met him a few years ago when you traveled to see them live in concert. After a night out to dinner y'all see each other again across the room of said restaurant you wait til he's by himself to approach him holding a little conversation before you offer your number he calls that same night y'all end up meeting in the middle of the night one thing lead to another y'all have sex, rough sex because Yoongi isn't known for he's soft side 😩 .. Here's the kicker the morning for the white house visit you bump into each again only this time you've the presidents assistant 😩

Masterlist

Notes: bruh this was supposed to be posted so long ago but then life got in the way. But anyway here it is finally! Hopefully you like it. Also I have no clue why the first paragraph is so big and it won’t let me change it so yeah

“Finally” you sigh out, you had just finished a rough shift and were ready to fall face first into bed. Your packing up the last of your things when you hear your stomach grumble.

Checking the time you see that it’s way past the time you usually eat dinner, since the day has been so hectic in preparation for the visitors that’s coming tomorrow, you didn’t have time to grab anything to eat.

You decided to stop at a restaurant a few miles from your apartment. Going inside you quickly place your order to go and sit in one of the seats near the entrance.

“Is that-?” You ask yourself as you spot a familiar face seated at a table a little closer to the back and your instantly reminded of when you met a few years ago.

He’s sitting with another guy so you decide not to approach him, thinking he probably doesn’t remember you anyway.

A few minutes go by and the man that he was sitting with gets up and walks away, you looking around the restaurant and say fuck it, as you begin walking towards his table.

“Hey you probably don’t remember me-“ you start and he looks up, quickly shaking his head, smiling at you.

“No! I do remember you, we met a few years at one of our concerts right?” He says and you nod, smiling at the fact that he remembers you.

“Yep that’s me. I saw you sitting here and I decided to come say hi” you say. You talk for a little while before the hostess comes over with your order.

“Well I guess I’ll be heading out” you say, not really wanting to leave.

“I’m going to be in town for a couple of days, why don’t you give me your number and maybe we could hangout before I go” he says unlocking his phone and handing it to you. You quickly put your number in before giving it back to him.

“I’ll call you” he tells you before you leave.

The drive to your apartment is shorter than usual since it’s later in the day, all the traffic has already cleared.

You unpack your food on the table in your living room and open up Netflix to continue watching the movie you started while you eat.

An hour and a half later and you’ve just gotten out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your body as you begin applying your favorite lotion. There’s music playing from your phone.

Beep beep

Your phone buzzes from beside you, it’s a text message from a unknown number

Hey it’s Yoongi

I was wondering if you wanted to hang? You could come to my hotel room and we could watch a movie or something

You sit there for a couple of minutes, trying to figure out what the best response would be, deciding to play it cool and not seem too desperate

Hey

Yeah that sounds cool, I’ll head out in like 20 minutes

Whats the address?

He sends the address soon after, as you rush to find something to wear, throwing on a pair of black shorts and a tank top.

You quickly put on a little eyeliner and mascara to help you out, and fix your hair in the mirror. You grab your lip gloss out of your purse as you wait for the elevator.

When your outside of the hotel you send him a text to get the room number

“613, 613” you say as you walk down the hallway, looking for room number 613. When you find it, you softly knock on the door.

“Hey” he says when he pulls the door open, he’s dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a plain black t shirt. He steps to the side to let you in.

“So I figured we could watch a movie, talk and get to know each other” he says as the two of you sit down on the bed.

“Yeah that’s fine” you tell him. He walks over to the desk and picks up the remote before walking back over to where your sitting on the bed.

“This movie makes no sense “ he says an hour later. He found a random movie that he had heard about and thought it was going to be funny by so far you haven’t laughed yet.

“Yeah it is a bit stupid. I’m still confused what happened to the main character” you tell him and he hums in agreement.

You both decide to ditch the movie and instead just talk. The two of you talk for a while before the both of you are slowly leaning into each other.

His lips meet your and your quick to kiss him back. You let out a quiet moan when his tongue licks at your bottom lip, you gently part your lips to allow him to explore your mouth.

His hands grip your hips as he pulls you onto his lap, straddling him. He breaks the kiss to begin leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, as you begin grinding yourself down onto him.

He pulls away and looks into your eyes. “You sure about this?” He asks, eyes darkened with lust. You just nod, placing your lips back on his as your hands find his hair, tugging gently.

Yoongi waste no time, quickly taking off your shirt and throwing it somewhere in the room, your bra following soon after.

“Fuck” he groans out as your boobs are exposed for him. Your nipples hard and puffy.

He grabs both of your boobs in his hands, squeezing a little. He takes your right nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, his hand still playing with the left on.

He uses his teeth to gently bite down on the hard bud, the pleasure causes you to push your chest further into his face as you moan loudly. Your still grinding down on his growing erection.

“Lay down” you tell him as you get off of his lap, he quickly takes off his pants and lays down on his back. You take his dick in your hands, pumping him a few times before leaning down and pressing a few kitten licks to the head.

Yoongi bites down on his lip as he watches you with hooded eyes. You take the tip of his dick into your mouth gently sucking on the head.

“Shit” he moans out as your warm mouth engulfs his length.

“I want you to fuck my face” you tell him and he almost chokes on his spit, nodding rapidly.

You take him back into your mouth as he grabs the back of your head, slowly thrusting up into you. He takes it slow at first, before picking up speed.

You feel him hitting the back of your throat with each thrust of his hips, swallowing around him. His assault on the back of your throat continues for a while before you feel him twitch a few time inside of your mouth.

He pulls your head away from his cock and you look up at him confused, using the back of your hand to wipe your mouth.

“I didn’t want to cum yet, I want to feel you cum around me first” he says grabbing his pants from the floor and getting a condom out, rolling it down on his length.

He pushes you down on your back and places himself in between your legs, lining himself up with your entrance.

He slowly pushes himself in, allowing you time to adjust to him. You let out a loud moan as your tight walls stretch around him.

Once he fully bottoms out he stays still for a few moments waiting for you to tell him he can start moving. You nod up at him and he starts moving.

He pulls almost all of the way out before slamming back in, the force pushing you forward. His pace starts off fast and hard leaving you a moaning mess beneath him.

He takes your chin in between his fingers, roughly placing his lips on yours. The kiss is hot and wet and messy, just the way you like it.

He brings one of his hands down and collects some of your wetness before rubbing circles on your clit. You feel yourself getting close, that familiar tightening in your stomach. Yoongi’s close too, the way you’ve been squeezing him so tightly

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum” you tell him and that only makes him fuck you harder, each thrust hitting right on your g spot.

A loud whimper leaves you as you cum around him, a few more thrust and he’s emptying inside of you.

He lays down next to you on the bed, giving both of you time to catch your breath.

“Spend the night?” He asks a few minutes later, hands softly stroking your hair, you nod.

“Wanna go take a shower with me?” He asks, sitting up on the bed, holding his hand out for you to take.

The next day you wake up earlier than you wanted to head home and get dressed for work. Driving faster than normal so that your not late.

It’s after the guys have all said their speeches that you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. Quickly unlocking it you look at the new message from Yoongi.

Why didn’t you tell me you worked at the White House??

Also you look so sexy in that skirt, we should get together again tonight

The second message heats up your entire face, quickly sending back a reply, telling him that you completely forgot that they were going to be visiting the White House and that your just an assistant. You also tell him that you would love to get together tonight with a wink emoji at the end

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