#more to the star war week lovey couple

[pararararablof]

“Now pretty baby I’m running back home to you”

-Fresh out the slammer

[softiem]

you used to paint his skies (pt. 2)

pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x GN!Reader

overview: The one in which Bokuto is still swearing up and down that he loves you, but the nagging feeling in your chest is too strong to ignore.

word count: ~4.3k

content warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing, MSBY!Bokuto, mildly suggestive scene at the end (no nsfw), our baby Bokuto kind of loses it at the end, don’t let the fluffy interludes deceive you again

notes: I’M SO SORRY FOR LITERALLY BEING DEAD FOR 6 MONTHS,,, Here’s the second part to “you used to paint his skies” :D (I think this is better than part one — at least I hope so). Some people asked to be tagged for this second part, so those will be below. Thank you for reading, darlings ʕ ´•̥̥̥ ᴥ•̥̥̥`ʔ <333

part one.

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“Baby?”

Faint sniffles came from Bokuto, whose head was currently nestled on your lap, the two of you strewn across the sofa. His arms were wrapped tight around your waist, as if he were afraid that holding you any looser would cause you to disappear from his arms. His voice was quiet, meek — nothing like the loud, boisterous ball of energy you’d grown to adore, to cherish.

To fall in love with.

Now, here the both of you were, a pile of cracked and fragmented pieces of the love you once shared, desperately grasping at whatever you could salvage from the mess.

You hummed a response.

“Are we gonna be okay?” Bokuto turned his head, his eyes staring up at you — wide, teary, and filled with a broken sense of hope.

In an attempt to avoid breaking down a third time, you cleared your throat. You still couldn’t look down at him, into his eyes that seemed to praise your very existence, even after the pain you caused.

“Please.” His voice cracked.

“Let’s not talk about that right now, Kou-Bokuto.”

He bit his lip roughly, enough to bite into the skin and draw a slight trace of blood. Choking on a weak sob, he nestled his head into your stomach once more. He couldn’t stop you from calling him that name anymore; he’d lost that privilege.

What could he have been asking for? For you to simply just call him your Koutarou again? For you not to leave him and stay in his arms? For you to kiss him and wipe those tears running from his pretty eyes as you tell him you’ll love him forever, no matter what?

Quite honestly, Bokuto didn’t know what he was asking of you; he didn’t know what he wanted from you.

The only thing running through his mind was the fact that he’d just ruined the best thing to ever happen to him.

You.

You, the love of his life. He knew you like the back of his hand.

He knew how, despite your small tendency to be romantically constipated, you tried your best to love him — even to the point of using stupidly cheesy pet names for each other.

– – – – –

“Please, baby!” Bokuto had your hands tightly grasped in his. “I swear, if you do this for me, I won’t ever ask you for anything else for the rest of my life — okay, that’s a lie because I really want ice cream after this, but you know what I mean!”

“Kou.” You drew in a breath. “I’m saying yes to the ice cream later, but those are the cheesiest pet names I have ever heard of.”

You saw the way Bokuto visibly deflated as he heard your soft rejection of his idea.

For the rest of the night (after stopping by the store and getting yourselves two tubs of ice cream, of course), the two of you sat cuddled up on the sofa half-paying attention to whatever B-list movie was recommended to you. Occasionally, you would hear Bokuto let out a deep sigh, most likely to try and guilt trip you into doing what he asked of you earlier.

Turning your head to face him, you grinned at the little pout on his lips as his eyes bore holes into the TV screen.

“Hey, Kou.”

Nothing. His attention stayed glued to the TV. The only sign that showed he’d heard you was the deepening of his pout.

“Koutaro, pretty boy. I’m talking to you,” you giggled.

Still nothing. You racked your brain for all of the possible ways this could end — every one of them resulted in the same thing.

Sighing, you brought up a finger to poke at his cheek. “Hey, dovey.”

If Bokuto were a dog, his ears would have stood straight up and his tail would have started wagging as he whipped his head around to look at you.

“Say that again,” he demanded, his eyes wide and sparkling and the corner of his lips twitching, just barely restraining a smile.

When you didn’t reply, his fingers prodded at your side — a promise to tickle you if you didn’t humour him right now.

“Say it again! Who am I?”

“You’re my dovey.”

“And who are you?”

You struggled to fight the urge to curl up into yourself as you answered him, “I’m your lovey.”

“And what are we together?” Bokuto brought his face closer to yours, his eyes going back and forth between your eyes and lips.

“We’re lovey dovey.” You completed it with a pair of awkward jazz hands.

With that, Bokuto’s face split into a blinding smile as his laughter rang through the living room. He brought you tight into his arms and buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“Yes! I knew you could do it, lovey!” Your cheeks grew warm as you were subjected to his rain of kisses on your face. 

Pulling him in for one last kiss to your lips, you whispered, “I love you so much, Kou.”

– – – – –

He knew how he was always the first thing on your mind; you’d put him as your first priority without fail, no matter how busy you were, even when he hadn’t put you as his.

– – – – –

Bokuto stared up at the crisp, white ceiling — hospitals were never a fun place to be in. He was broken from his thoughts when the door to his room burst open, revealing you in your ever-ethereal work clothes rushing toward him.

“Babe! Are you alright?” Stopping at the side of his bed, you brought his hand up to place a kiss on his knuckles.

Bokuto let out a light laugh as he intertwined his fingers with yours. “Yeah, it’s just a sprained ankle. Nothing to worry about, honey.”

“What do you mean ‘nothing to worry about’? Your coach said that you’d have to be out for two weeks!”

“That’s not too much! It’s not like I’ll be missing the whole season, angel.”

“But, Kou, you also have to–”

Bokuto stopped your worried rambling as he pulled you down, giving you a soft kiss on your lips and cheeks. He gave you a smile.

“Stop worrying, baby! Everything will be fine because I have the cutest, smartest, and kindest nurse to help me recover, right?”

“And who’s that?” You sent him a teasing look as your hands shuffled through your pockets looking for your phone.

“You, silly!” He paused before staring up at you in concern. “You are going to take care of me, right, baby?”

“I don’t know about that, Kou. Work has been hectic lately.” You pulled out your phone.

“But I’m injured! And I’m your boyfriend too! You can’t just leave your injured boyfriend alone to fend for himself! Baby!” Walking away from his bed, you exited the hospital room, tapping away on your phone.

A few minutes passed before you returned, seeing Bokuto sulking in the hospital bed, a familiar pout on his lips.

Your eyes softened as you gave him a smile. “Guess who just got two weeks off?”

– – – – –

The foundation of your relationship was built upon the fact that the two of you knew each other like no other; you loved each other like no other.

So how had everything culminated into such a mess?

“Bokuto.” You felt the way his body stiffened as you called his name.

“Yes,” he hesitated, “honey?”

“Do you remember what I told you a couple years ago? About what I thought of love?”

Feeling a prickling sensation in his nose, Bokuto squeezed his eyes shut, forcing out a few tears that had collected on his eyelashes.

His voice came out hoarse and weak as he whispered, “I could never forget.”

– – – – –

The sky was enveloped in a cloak of darkness, but not even the onslaught of exhaustion could prevent the two of you from leaning back on the picnic blanket to stare up at the shimmering stars.

“Baby?” Bokuto turned his head to where you lay beside him. You hummed in response, half of your attention taken by the stars.

“What do you think about love?”

You raised an eyebrow, rolling onto your side to fully look at your boyfriend.

The moonlight casted harsh shadows on his face, but the way he looked at you — eyes sparkling with curiosity and the corners of his lips curled into a light smile — softened the darkness surrounding the two of you.

“Where did that question come from?” You raised a hand to lightly trace over the curves and slopes of his face; your thumb caressed his cheek as he leaned into your touch.

“Answer my question first, and then I’ll tell you.” His eyes turned into little crescent moons as he smiled at you. “Deal?”

You pretended to think about it for a few seconds. “Hm, three kisses please,” you said, wiggling three of your fingers.

Bokuto laughed, indulging you with a kiss to both of your cheeks and a final kiss to your lips.

“Okay, okay,” you giggled. “You asked me what I think about love?”

He nodded.

“Well,” you sighed, turning back to face the midnight sky above you, “I think that love is like the sky — the sun, to be specific. It’s always changing, and everything is so unpredictable about it. There’s so much potential for destruction in what the sky holds. But, there’s always one constant. Do you know what it is, Kou?” You looked at him.

“What is it, angel?” His golden eyes glimmered, as if they were holding stars themselves.

Adjusting your position on the picnic blanket (you curled closer into Bokuto, who wrapped an arm around your shoulders), you continued, “It’s the sun. No matter how much it rains or snows or whatever weather catastrophe is happening, the sun is always going to be there. Sure, you can have multiple suns like those Star Wars planets, but…” you trailed off, looking into his eyes. “... I think I’m happy with my one sunshine.”

Bokuto, ever the romantic, pulled you into a nearly-bone-crushing hug as he laughed into your shoulder. After peppering kisses to your neck and jaw, he pulled away to look at you. He sported the brightest smile, but something sparkled behind those eyes of his.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“I think you’re getting cheesier than me.”

You groaned, leaning away from him, “Shut up, Kou!”

He giggled before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Now let’s get home before these mosquitoes eat us alive, honey.”

“And then you’ll tell me where you got that question from?”

“Of course, honey! I never break a deal!”

– – – – –

How could he forget what you said? Every word you’ve ever spoken to him, he’s grasped onto like a lifeline, as if they would be your last. He was so close to bursting — so close to pulling himself off of your lap, looking into your pretty eyes, grasping your shoulders, and yelling at you, screaming at you, asking why you would think he could ever forget anything about you. How dare you think he could ever forget anything about you?

But he couldn’t do that. Not to you. Not anymore.

He didn’t realise that you’d gone silent — his world had gone silent — until your sniffles broke his reverie. His arms tightened around your waist as his head nuzzled into your stomach once again; it was a broken act of comfort.

“Honey,” the edges of his voice cracked as he called out for you. “Talk to me. Please. Don’t… don’t stay quiet.”

Being met with another bout of silence was almost excruciating. Bokuto was struggling to keep himself together, to keep his head above the water before he drowned in his thoughts of losing you.

He launched himself up from your lap, grabbing your face with shaky hands. He had tears running down his face once again. His face was blotchy, and his hair was a mess. He was a mess.

“Please, lovey,” he whispered. If you stayed silent just one minute longer, he’d collapse. He was sure of it. Fighting the urge to just sit himself in your lap, pull you tight against him, and beg you not to leave, Bokuto settled with caressing the skin under your shirt.

Finally, you broke the silence.

“I forgot to tell you one thing that night.” You moved your hand from where it was resting in his hair back to your side; he tensed at the loss of your touch.

He swallowed, his anxiety began to pile up once again. “What’d you forget, baby?”

“Even though the sun” — your voice cracked — “is a constant, sometimes it can be too much. Burn too bright and dry up everything underneath the sky. Sometimes...” you paused to take a deep breath, trying to swallow back the lump that was growing in your throat. “Sometimes the sun can do even worse harm than anything the sky could do.”

Bokuto could feel the gradual increase of his heartbeat. He shook his head, his fingers involuntarily digging into your skin. No, no, you didn’t mean that. You couldn’t mean that. If you did he… he didn’t know what he would do.

“I’m sorry, Bokuto,” you murmured, “I can’t stay here any longer.”

You tried to pry yourself out of his grip, but he wouldn’t relent. His arms were shaking as he pulled you even closer into him. He was whispering something to himself.

“Bokuto, I’m being serious.” You tried to keep your voice stable but failed miserably — it all came out shaky, your tone uneven. “Let me go.”

His whispers grew louder until you could finally understand what he was saying.

“No, no. This isn’t real. I love you. I love you. No, don’t leave. Please don’t leave. I love you.”

You called his name. Once, twice, thrice. As you called for him, his whispers grew to full-blown cries.

“Bokuto!”

“I’M SORRY DON’T LEAVE ME!”

But the only thing your eyes chose to focus on was the trail of red and purple leading down his neck.

You felt a prickling sensation behind your eyes, a feeling that had grown familiar to you in the past few hours.

Bokuto caught the wandering of your eyes down his neck, a faraway mist muddled the irises he loved gazing into; he realised what you were staring at, forcing down a choked sob. He clenched his jaw, violently cursing himself for making you feel like you weren’t enough, like you weren’t the one keeping him standing straight.

Like you weren’t his sun, moon, stars, and whatever else you filled the fucking sky with.

He gently moved your head, trying to get you to look back into his eyes and away from the bruised mistake that marred his skin. His thoughts only filled with one thing — “Come back to me, baby.”

Waves of relief crashed against him once you met his eyes.

“Baby– Angel– I’m so– I don’t– Please–” Bokuto struggled to keep his thoughts straight. Not when you stared at him with an iciness that pierced his heart every time he looked back into your eyes, hoping to find even the smallest trace of love left for him.

He let out a rough sigh, frustrated with his inability to speak through the racing of his heart. His hands, still cupping your face, lightly squeezed your cheeks to ground himself. He looked back to you, his eyes swimming with even more tears, trying to send a message to you that he couldn’t put into words.

You looked away from him, focusing on the ticking clock on the wall as you gnawed your lip. A question had been running through your mind ever since he cracked into your resolve to leave and pulled you to the sofa, laying his head in your lap.

Your eyes turned back to him.

“Can you tell me something, Bokuto?”

“Yes, yes, baby, of course. I’ll do anything you want.” He eagerly nodded, a small spark of hope sparkled within him.

“Why’d you lie?”

He felt as though you just dumped him into one of Atsumu’s god-awful ice baths.

“What’re you saying, angel?” His eyebrows furrowed. “I’ve never lied to you.”

“Earlier,” you croaked. “I asked you earlier how long you’ve been” — you couldn’t say that word; it’d hurt too much — “messing around.”

A glint of recognition passed his eyes.

Continuing, you forced your voice out, even though it grew weaker the more you tried to hide your pain, “You said that it was just this once. That wasn’t the whole truth, was it?”

Fuck. Bokuto took his hands away from your face, opting to grasp one of your hands in his. He gave your knuckles a kiss before looking back at you, his eyes teeming with unadulterated guilt and desperation.

“I-I knew them before this ever happened. We met at one of the team parties, but you weren’t there because you were at work.” He saw a glimpse of darkness shadow over your face, and his heartbeat picked up again (not that it ever really settled). “But we never did anything! Not until last night, at least.” His voice grew quiet at the end.

“And never once did it occur to you to tell them that you were taken?”

Bokuto’s lips started trembling — no doubt he’d begin crying again. He looked down, trying to avoid your glare, but his grip on your hand never loosened.

“Please, baby. I’m so sorry,” he choked out, “I’m so fucking sorry. I fucked up in the worst way possible. But I promise you, I never did anything with them before. We just talked at that one party. I promise you that. I promise, honey.”

The look in your eyes became even colder, even more distant; something akin to hatred was present as well. No, this couldn’t be happening. His worst nightmare was coming true. You’d finally learned the truth and were going to leave him. You might have called him your sunshine that one night two years ago, but, to him, you were his oxygen — without you, he was truly nothing. Just a corpse of a man, not worth wasting a breath on.

He was losing you. Again.

“I’m leaving, Bokuto.” You roughly pulled your hand from his grasp, ignoring his cries for you to please stop, to listen for just a minute longer. “Don’t you dare try to look for me.”

Bokuto whimpered, following you to where you were trying to pick up your bags in your haste of anger. Once again, he tugged at the straps, trying to steal them away from you, but his arms grew weak at the scowl pointed his way.

His breath quickened, and his heart raced. He was panicking, grasping at straws to have to rethink your choice and stay with him so he could apologise for the rest of both of your lives. He’d spend the remainder of eternity begging for your forgiveness if only you’d just stay with him.

But he couldn’t say a word. Not with his blinded panic, and definitely not with the terrible, agonising look you were giving him as you stared back at him.

Was this how you felt when he’d walked out on you last night? Hopeless. Defenseless. As if you weren’t even worth a grain of sand underneath the other’s shoe.

“Lovey, I’m sorry!” Bokuto cried out one more time, hoping that he’d reach out to whatever small piece of love you still held for him. “I said I’m sorry! Please just forgive me, don’t leave me. Please! I’m begging you! Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it a million times over. Just, please,” he quieted to a whisper, just barely reaching your ears, “stay with me, and we can get through this together.”

His face crumpled as he heard your responding scoff.

“There’s no more ‘together’ for us, Bokuto.”

Your words stung — well, they stung as much as a gunshot or a knife to the heart would sting. He pressed on, desperate to get you to hear him out.

“I’m your sunshine, right? Your dovey. Your babe. Your pretty boy. Your Koutarou. Right?” He gripped onto the hem of his shirt, balling his hands into fists. “No matter what you call me, I’m yours. And I always will be. Even if you leave me right now, I’ll never stop looking for you. You know why?”

You stayed silent.

“Because I am just as much your sun as you are mine.”

His words echoed in your mind — that twisted, gnawing feeling came back in your gut. You knew that if you stayed for one more minute, it’d be over for you, and you’d go running back into his arms that always held you so tightly. Into his arms that smelt like home. Into his arms that made you feel like you were on top of the world as long as he was by your side. Into his arms that held onto another once the two of you reached a rough patch.

You made your decision.

“Koutarou…” His head snapped up to look at you, his eyes wide and glittering with a false sense of hope. “I’m sorry. I have to leave.”

There was another feeling growing within Bokuto. It was ugly, festering in the deepest parts of his mind — coming from a place that refused to acknowledge his faults. This feeling, it blamed

you. Why would you hurt him like this? How could you hurt him like this? You said he was your sunshine, your dovey, your Koutarou! How cruel could you be to lead him on, calling him ‘Koutarou’ again? You said you loved him!

“Don’t leave me!” He raised his voice. This feeling was taking over him, and it was angry. “If you leave, I’ll-I’ll…” His voice trailed off as he tried to regain control of himself.

Your brows furrowed. He still had the energy to yell, huh?

“You’ll what?” You took a step toward him. He looked away from you, trying to avoid your burning gaze. “Tell me, Koutarou. What will you do if I leave?”

He shook his head; you knew what that meant — “I won’t say it.”

“You’ll go back to them, won’t you?” you scoffed. “Have fun, Koutarou.”

Adjusting the straps of your bags, you gave him one last glare before moving toward the door once more.

That feeling came back in Bokuto’s mind, and it was stronger than ever. Pounding against the walls he built up, it roared, telling him to make you regret hurting him, make you think twice about leaving him. Bokuto was panicking, his will to beg you to stay was growing weaker as the feeling inside him became increasingly angry at you for causing him so much pain.

He knew he’d regret the next words he’d say to you, but that realisation came a second too late.

“I’ll never forgive you!”

You froze. Turning back around to face him, your eyes narrowed. “What?”

“If you leave me, I’ll never forgive you!”

His eyes were burning into you, a raging fire behind them.

“You’ll never forgive me?” you spat.

As quickly as the fire grew, it was extinguished as Bokuto’s expression morphed into one of shock.

“Wait, baby, I didn’t mean it! I promi–”

Dropping your bags by the door, you strided toward his figure. Pushing him against the wall, you pulled him in by the collar, melding his lips with yours.

The kiss was rough, angry, desperate — an amalgamation of everything you’ve felt in the past few hours going back and forth with Bokuto.

You pushed yourself into the space between his legs as he finally recovered from his shock and tried to match your tempo, his hands pulling you close into his body. Your teeth clashed together, and you had half the mind to bite his tongue in your mouth, but you held back.

Raking your fingers through his hair, you pulled his head back, ignoring his small, pained whine. The offensive mess of red and purple blotches still covered the expanse of his neck. A scowl grew on your face.

Bokuto yelped as he felt your lips latch onto his neck, sucking your own bruises over the ones already existing from his escapade. You were rough, unrelenting in your nearly-primal way of claiming him.

Trying to ignore your satisfaction from hearing his whimpers of your name, you pulled away, looking at your series of marks covering the ones from his other lover. The two of you were left panting — him trying to meet your eyes and you trying to avoid looking at him at all costs.

Leaning into his ear, you placed a gentle bite on his lobe. He tensed ever-so-slightly.

“You’ll never forgive me if I leave?” you hummed.

His hands that were under your shirt, roaming across your back, froze.

“B-Baby, wait, I didn’t–” He tried to plead with you until your next words completely shattered what was left of his broken, battered heart.

“I think I can live with that.”

You quickly backed away from him, evading his attempts to grab at your waist to stop you from leaving, and picked up your bags by the door. Looking back at him one last time, you nearly broke your facade.

After all he’s done, you still loved your Koutarou — no matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise — and seeing him on his knees, sobbing, begging you not to leave for the umpteenth time, your will was wearing thin.

“Goodbye, Koutarou.”

The slam of the front door echoed across the remnants of his shattered heart and all he had the strength to do was cry. Pulling at the strands of his hair, he sobbed, begging into the air, weeping with no one to listen to him.

Without you, his world had no sky; everything was bathed in the shadow of your absence.

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tags: @katelyns-stuff @random-fandom-girl-24

[doobler]

Coupling

//N.SFW content warning//

"--as previously stated, based on my extensive research, we can expect another Lynel to take up residence nearby within the season. Specifically here."

Gyorgyo pointed a claw towards the Wetlands, near the abandoned remnants of Goponga. He circled his finger around Ploymus Mountain, Tarm Point, and the East Gate.

"There's a current power imbalance," Gyorgyo crossed his hands behind his back. He may have looked uninterested but enthusiasm shone through his monotone voice. "And free land almost ensures that a Lynel will move in to take that real estate. I'll be making weekly trips to that area, just to keep an eye on development."

"You amaze me yet again, young Gyorgyo," King Dorephan finally relaxed for the first time during the meeting. "Keep up the good work. We really depend on your expertise, especially now as monsters grow bolder and stronger."

"It's always my pleasure, Highness," Gyorgyo replied casually as he began packing his things. "I don't know how else I'd contribute to the Domain and this is my passion so. I'm happy to help."

"And help you do," Dorephan peered back and up at Ploymus Mountain, towards Shatterback Point. "I heard a terrible roar just the other day. Was that you?"

Gyorgyo was rather talented at suffocating any hint of an emotive response. He smoothly gathered up his paperwork, maps, and charts and fixed Dorephan with an easy smirk.

"An occupational hazard. Taken care of."

Dorephan shook his head slowly, exhaling with a smile.

"You never cease to impress me, Gyorgyo. Until our next update."

"Until then, Highness." Gyorgyo bowed as he left and tried not to grin at the memory.

"Ahn, fuck, watch it, you're hurting me."

The Lynel snorted, pawing at the ground in frustration. He readjusted, nudging up between Gyorgyo's thighs.

"Yes, yes, I know, love, you're all pent-up," Gyorgyo's voice went soft and sweet. He patted affectionately at the Lynel's ribs and that seemed to soothe him. "Patience. Then you can go wild."

Gyorgyo reached back. He slicked his fingers with more numbing salve and stretched himself open, pressing his chest into the ground to raise his hips higher. It'd taken months of coercion just to get to the point where Gyorgyo could lay down a sheet for his frequent escapes here to Shatterback Point. This Lynel was the easiest to tame, only because he was accustomed to seeing Zoras. Even then, most of Gyorgyo's spare time went into his "work".

"King Dorephan heard you roar last week," Gyorgyo felt smug. He retracted his hand, watching the slippery salve drool down his fingers. "If only he'd known what had caused it, maybe he'd have been less impressed."

The Lynel snorted haughtily and pawed once more at the ground. 

"So impatient," Gyorgyo tutted but he could feel saliva pooling on his tongue. "I'm right here, lovey, just wait--"

Gyorgyo reached back, gripping the Lynel's cock. It was huge, at least the length and thickness of the Zora's arm. Gyorgyo knew the taste of it well, the girth, the weight. He'd spent hours, days, tracing every inch of the Lynel's manhood with his hands and tongue. 

Once familiarity had been established, copulating had come rather quickly. Lynels were very intelligent but still quite feral; they didn't vy for cuddles and kisses and holding hands by the fire. Gyorgyo arrived, was fucked hard and fast into the dirt, then abandoned. He wasn't bothered by it; he got what he wanted and the Lynel did, too. All was fair.

"Fuck!"

Gyorgyo groaned as the flared head of the Lynel's cock pressed insistently at his slick asshole. Lynels were incredibly powerful creatures but this one had learned that Zora aren't nearly as durable. Rather than tearing Gyorgyo in half with one mighty thrust, he gave persistent little humps until the head of his cock pushed in. Gyorgyo moaned, pressing his forehead down into the sheet beneath him. He'd acclimated to the delicious stretch, knew how to take deep even breaths and relax.

"Good boy," He breathed, reaching back to cinch a forefinger and thumb around the Lynel's shaft. "Nice and easy."

He felt as inch after inch of the Lynel's cock slipped deeper and deeper inside him. When his fingers bumped up against his ass, he patted the Lynel's ribs and his movement stopped. 

He's so well trained now, Gyorgyo thought with glee. 

The Lynel drew back a few inches and Gyorgyo scrambled to reach back, slicking his cock with more numbing salve. The Lynel tossed his mane and gave an appreciative growl. He pushed back in slowly and took care not to go past that point Gyorgyo had marked with his grip. 

Shit, Gyorgyo's eyes rolled back with pleasure. He's so damn smart and his cock feels so damn good.

Moments like these made Gyorgyo wish he could be held or pinned down. Lynel anatomy wasn't the most complimentary to that of a Zora's. 

The Lynel started up a slow rhythm, fucking in and out of Gyorgyo at a leisurely pace. He may have been pent-up after a week of abstinence but it was clear he was enjoying himself. Gyorgyo could hear his bassy purr and how it rumbled through his body. The salve only numbed the painful stretch of the Lynel's massive member so Gyorgyo's body fit like a vice. He gave a subtle squeeze and the Lynel let out a bark of gratitude.

"Fuck," Gyorgyo whimpered, smothering his face in the fold of his arms. "Oh, Hylia, I'm so close--"

The Lynel gave a firm thrust so his cock punched right up into Gyorgyo's sweet spot. The Zora saw stars, the air knocked from his lungs. His mouth opened in a silent scream as the Lynel began to fuck him properly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck--"

The already humid air grew heavier, punctuated by the wet lewd slapping of the Lynel's cock in and out of Gyorgyo's ass. He wished he could feel his heavy balls smacking up against him but the Lynel's cock had at least half a foot to it that Gyorgyo couldn't take safely.

The Lynel fucked him into the ground, lurching deep inside him on every thrust. Gyorgyo's vision went dark and blurry as he reached his peak and came, untouched. The Lynel gave a triumphant roar.

"Y-you... Y-you sss-smug little b-braggart." Gyorgyo huffed.

He laid there as the Lynel used him like a cocksleeve, pounding into him with a renewed fervor. Surprisingly, the Lynel didn't last much longer himself. He managed only a few more minutes of desperate thrusting before he came with a mighty bellow. Gyorgyo felt himself melt as he was pumped full of hot seed. The Lynel made sure to continue thrusting as he came to ensure his load was dumped entirely inside the little Zora's body.

After a few good minutes, the Lynel went soft. He drew out slowly and Gyorgyo could feel his cum leaking out of him. He collapsed, dimly aware as the Lynel stepped around him. He paused before settling down right beside Gyorgyo's limp form.

There was complete silence for long moment.

Gyorgyo tried not to jump as a clawed hand stroked down his head. He stayed still as the dead, eyes wide and unblinking.

The Lynel leaned over, snuffling and nuzzling down his head, along his shoulders, across his back. Without warning, he bit Gyorgyo, sinking his sharp teeth into his shoulder. Gyorgyo yelped, struggling on instinct. He couldn't budge an inch, the Lynel's maw like a steel trap. He finally released and Gyorgyo whipped around to face him. Something knowing and unspoken shone in the Lynel's sharp green eyes. They stared at each other for what felt like eternity until the Lynel finally moved to stand. He gave Gyorgyo one last glance before trotting away.

Gyorgyo watched him before scrambling to his feet. He gathered up his sheet and jogged back down the mountain. He only stopped when he hit the nearest waterfall, throwing down his things to wade into the basin. He hissed as the cool water stung his shoulder, blood leeching into the pool. Gyorgyo cleaned off the wound, examining it closely under a nearby torch. 

"He marked me," He whispered. Emotions warred in the pit of his belly; shock, horror, delight, fascination. "He... Claimed me."

Gyorgyo shuddered. He wrapped himself up in his sheet and slowly made his way back to Zora's Domain.

This would certainly make a new entry in his research.

[milkcartom]

Girl Crush

Pairing: Peter x reader x MJ

Summary: Inspired by The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Word count: 1,843

———

Those eyes. Those gorgeous, brown eyes. Smitten would be an understatement, for you were completely and utterly intoxicated. You couldn't blame yourself, though. Those eyes held a lot more than they let on, and you wanted nothing more than to figure them out like a puzzle. No matter what you did or how hard you tried, you just couldn't stop staring. That was, until they caught your gaze.

Blinking away to train your eyes on the half empty lunch tray, you fight the urge to squeal as they approached. Peter and MJ walk over to where you sat, hand in hand, making it harder for you to refrain from rolling your eyes at the disgusting sight.

"Hey, Y/N." Peter chirps, causing you to snap your head up and throw a bright, fake smile.

"Hi." You manage to squeak out, clearing your throat right after.

"You're still coming over later, right?" Peter asks, and you nod almost instantly, "Would you mind if MJ came along?"

At his words, your heart almost plummeted from your chest. The mere thought of them being all lovey dovey in front of you while you did all the schoolwork wasn't how you imagined to spend your Friday night. You'd rather spend the whole day with Flash if it meant not having to witness your crush snuggle up to their significant other in your presence. But you still shake your head.

"N-no, I-I don't mind." You stammer, pressing your lips into thin-lipped smile, earning an even wider one from the couple.

"Great! See you later." Peter waves a hand goodbye before walking off, MJ not even giving you a second look.

You frown, heaving out a sigh as you rest your head on your palms and watched as their figures become smaller and smaller. You narrow your eyes at the blue sweater he wore, wondering where he got it and if you had something similar. It looked a bit loose on his frame, so you figured you’d borrow one of your dad’s sweaters to match. That’s what you were going to wear tonight.

But in the meantime, lunch was already over, and you grin cheekily at the next class you shared with Peter; Woodwork. You head straight to the classroom, no time to stop by your locker, and spot the boy hunched over the work table with an empty seat next to him. Normally, he’d be paired with his best friend, Ned. But you managed to snake your way in between and convince Ned to partner up with Betty, instead. For one project, at least. This meant you’d get to spend a few hours working elbow to elbow with Peter fucking Parker.

“Hey.” You greet, filling the stool and pulling the apron over your head.

Peter returns your smile, offering to tie the apron for you from behind, to which you accepted. As he did so, you could feel your heart race, his fingers brushing over your back every so often and you shudder.

“All good.” He says, handing you the pair of goggles on the desk.

“Thanks.” Is all you say as you take it and put it on, grateful for his genuine kindness despite your awkward demeanor.

Peter knew you admired him, a little bit more than acquaintances, because that’s how obvious you were. The first time you sat next to Peter during class, he mentioned Star Wars once and you stayed up all night watching the series so you’d have something to talk about the next day. When Peter wore those stupid science-punned shirts, you just had to get some. But of course, you’d hide them under a sweater or have them tucked under your skirt to look more pleasing to the eye. And when you found out he was in the decathlon team, lead by MJ, you worked your ass off for weeks just to be able to get in. You weren’t naturally smart, so this was possibly the hardest and stupidest thing you’ve done for a crush.

But these didn’t stop you from being friends, because Peter was nice about it. He didn’t treat you any different, and he never made it awkward between you two, to your liking. He didn’t mind the attention. In fact, he secretly loved it, but he couldn’t tell anyone that. Especially not MJ.

———

The hour of the day you were dreading came rolling in quicker than you thought. Before you knew it, you were laying flat on Peter’s bedroom floor with papers scattered all over as you tried to solve as much problems as you can. Peter, on the other hand, had MJ glued to his side, snickering about God knows what and you’d bet a hundred dollars Peter wasn’t even halfway with his task.

“Babe, stop.” MJ utters, shoving Peter to the side and you almost gag. At that moment, you hoped your eardrums collapsed or that your vision blurred.

“You good, Y/N?” Peter asks you, noticing the grimace on your face.

You nod, pretending that you were having a hard time with a topic, “Yeah, no, I’m fine. You- you almost done?”

Peter takes a look at his stack of papers and shakes his head, “Not really.” He chuckles, tearing his gaze away to look at his girlfriend, who was currently helping him solve some questions.

You roll your eyes and begin to type rather angrily on your scientific calculator. You couldn’t take one more look at the stolen kisses they tried to sneak when they thought you weren’t looking, or the small laughs they’d share as though you weren’t in the room. It made you sick to your stomach.

It was dreadful, to say the least. Until your ears perk up at the sound of your guardian angel texting you.

Flash

party at my house. wru y/n ?

These were one of the few moments you loved Flash. Sure, he was a dick, but he was also your friend. Sometimes, anyway. But right now, he was better company than the other two.

You spring up to your feet to type in a reply, catching the attention of the couple.

“Are you leaving?” Peter asks with a touch of excitement in his tone, and you had to hold back a scowl.

“Uh, yeah,” your nod, slipping off the blue sweater to reveal a tank top that paired nicely with your high-waisted bottoms, “Flash’s party,” you tell them as you gather your things. You didn’t want to leave them and have the image of them getting it on right after you walk out the door, but you also didn’t want to stay. So you choose the next best option, “You guys should come.”

“I don’t know—“

“Come on,” you tilt your head to the direction of the door and flash them a charming smile, “It’ll be fun.”

———

It was as though you could finally breathe again. The aroma of sweat and alcohol filled your lungs as you entered Flash’s house, greeting a few of the people you knew. You even got some stares and whispers sent your way when you walked in with Peter and MJ, to which you rolled your eyes in response.

A shrill squeal erupted from the crowd before a preppy blonde came running in your direction to throw her arms around you. You laugh and wrap your arms around your closest friend in Midtown High, Gwen Stacy.

“You came!” She beams, pulling away to hand you a red cup with her favorite drink.

“Of course,” you say, taking a sip, “Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else tonight.”

“That bad, huh?” Gwen purses her lips, remembering how excited you were for tonight’s “study date”.

“Mhm. That’s why I’m here.”

“I don’t think Flash would be happy to see them,” she gestures to the two people behind you, cocking a brow before winking at you, “But at least you are.”

You slap her arm and conceal the growing smile on your lips, “Shut up, Gwen.”

“Come on, we’re playing truth or dare,” the blonde says, grabbing your hand. But before she leads you to the room upstairs, she calls out, “Peter! MJ! Follow me!”

Soon enough, the four of you step into a bedroom with seven other people inside, including Flash. You notice Peter stiffen at the sight of him, and the way Flash eyed the poor boy like bait, so you take a seat on his right to shove his head to the side.

“Nice to see you too, Y/N,” he deadpans, scooting over to make room for four more people in the circle, “I see you’ve brought guests.”

“What?” You raise your brows at him, “We were studying and I wanted a brain break.”

“Sure.” Flash scoffs at you with a smirk as Peter takes a seat next to you, followed by MJ and Gwen.

“You all know how truth or dare works,” Brad Davis announces, grabbing the attention of the small group as he sets down an empty beer bottle in the middle, “Whoever this points to should choose between truth or dare and—“

“We get it, let’s play!” One shouts, earning a glare from Brad before he spins the bottle.

This went on for about half an hour, boisterous laughs echoed and stupid dares were done. Secrets have been spilled and some even shared their own personal struggles in life. You began to loosen up, and so did Peter and MJ, until the tip of the bottle lands on you.

“Dare.” You sucked in a breath in anticipation of the task, an unsettling feeling pooling in your stomach at the way Brad smirked at you. You knew you’d either be scarred for life or be the talk of the school the following week, and you hoped for the latter.

“I dare you,” he taunted, his eyes darting from you to the boy on your right, “to kiss the most attractive person in the room.”

‘Oooh’s and ‘oh shit’s were exchanged as everyone around you except Peter, MJ, and Gwen laughed, already assuming who you’d choose.

“It’s just a dare, MJ.” One laughs, earning a middle finger from the girl herself.

“Pucker up, Parker.” Another teases, and you notice the state of shock Peter was in. He froze, looking at you with panic laced in his eyes as his cheeks turned a bright shade of pink.

“Come on, Y/N, do it!”

You let out a shaky breath before leaning closer to Peter. Closer and closer until you pass him, locking eyes with a beautiful pair of brown ones. You hesitate for a split-second before closing the gap between you and MJ’s soft lips.

The whole room fell silent and everyone’s mouth fell agape. But you were too engrossed with the feel of her lips to notice. And to your absolute liking, MJ kisses back. You were about to move your lips until she pulls away, both your breathing becoming heavy. Peter’s eyes almost bulge out of their sockets, his chest heaving up and down as he stared at the two of you,

“What the fuck?”

[lovemesomesurveys]

A How artistic are you? I’m not at all. Do you want to go to Africa? I’d love to stay at Giraffe Manor! AC/DC or Aerosmith? Aerosmith. 
Do you know what Armenia is?
  Yes.

B
 What’s your beer of choice (if any)?  Blech, none. Do you know the title of Buffalo Springfield’s one-hit wonder?  Okay, I didn’t recognize the name so I Googled it and yes, I am familiar with their one hit wonder. I actually wasn’t familiar with the song title either, but after reading the lyrics I quickly realized what song it was. Do you have a brother? (Do you like it that way?) I have two brothers, and yes I love them. Which bank do you use?  Not sharing that. C
 Which comedian do you most enjoy?  I think Kevin Hart is funny. Would you ever live in California?  I have all my life. Is it possible/likely that you’ll become a cat lady?  *Dog lady, but yes. How many different countries have visited? Just one. D
 Do you believe there’s a devil? Yes. But demons maybe?  Yes. Does eating dessert often make you feel guilty?  Nope. Can you legally drive?  I’m definitely old enough to have my license, but I don’t.  What have you been diagnosed with (if you don’t mind sharing)? Depression, anxiety, and other physical health stuff. E
 How often do you drink energy drinks?  I like to drink Starbucks Doubleshot energy drinks often. 
Where did you live when you were 11 years old? The house next door to where I live now, ha. We had our big move to the house next door to us haha about 10 years ago because our landlords wanted to install new flooring and stuff to our house, but since they had just finished this one they offered for us to just move in here lol. Do you like the actor who played Edward Scissorhands in that movie?
 Why not just say Johnny Depp? Anyway, yes, I think he’s a very talented actor. Have you ever felt an earthquake?  No, just aftershocks from one. F
 When was the last time you saw your father one-on-one? Yesterday. Do you think French is the most beautiful language?  I don’t know what I’d say is the most beautiful language. Is Friday your favorite day of the week?  No. All the days are the same for me, so meh. Have you listened to Jimi’s song ‘Fire?’  Doesn’t sound familiar. G
 Do you have real gold jewelry?  No. How often do you watch ‘Gossip Girl’?  I never have. Is Google your homepage?  Yeah. 
Do you like Geico’s commercials? Most of them are annoying. The gecko character is cute, though. H
 When did you last feel happy? Uhhh. Do you prefer Hollister, Hot Topic, or H&M?  Hot Topic is the only one I shop at now, but I used to shop at the other 2 as well. Did you dress up last Halloween?  Nope. I stopped doing that a few years ago. Would you voluntarily watch the History Channel?  Yeah and I do if there’s something of interest on. I
 Have you ever been on an island?  No. I live on one in Animal Crossing, though. ha. Would you be able to locate Indonesia on a globe?  I think so. Do you know if Iceland or Greenland has more ice?  Greenland. I remember it’s the opposite of their name for some reason. 
Did you watch the last presidential inauguration?  No. J
 Do you enjoy jogging?  No. On which instrument could you most easily play ‘Jingle Bells’?  I’ve played it on the piano. How much do you know about John Lennon? *shrug* I know some stuff. Do you know how Jell-O is made?  I know how to make Jell-O with the mix, but no I don’t know how the mix itself is made. K
 Have you tried Krispy Kreme doughnuts? (Was it love at first bite?) Yeah, but no they’re definitely not my favorite. They’re not real donuts to me, they’re just pure sugar.  
How many pairs of khaki pants do you own? “Uh, khakis?” ha, if you know, you know. Anyway, I don’t own any. 
Have you ever been a fan of the Killers?  Yeah. L
 Does it bother you when couples are lovey-dovey in public? No, unless they’re having like full on makeout sessions, straddling each other and feeling each other up and whatnot lol. Hand holding/locked arms/arm around each other, hugging, little pecks, and just being playful with each other is cute.  
Do you have your own lighter (why or why not)?  No. I don’t have a need for one. In how many languages (besides English) can you count to 100?  I can in Spanish. What’s your favorite lollipop flavor? Not a lollipop fan. M
 Do you believe in miracles (why or why not)? I do because I'm a woman of faith. What do you think of shows like Maury and Jerry Springer? I used to like watching Maury, Jerry Springer was just for laughs.  
Do you care that Mars (the candy co.) uses deadly animal testing? I haven’t heard that... I’d have to fact check. How did you form your opinion of marijuana? Based off the research supporting that it has a lot of benefits. I was especially swayed when I saw how it helped cancer patients.

N
 How often do you sleep naked?  Never. I wouldn’t find that comfortable at all, I very much like being clothed.  Do you actually check the Nutrition Facts before eating something?  Not usually, but I sometimes will just out of curiosity. 
Who is your favorite musical artist/band beginning with ‘N’? Nirvana. 
How nerdy are you (in what ways)? I’m socially awkward, for one. I also cared about school and did well, which is often considered nerdy. Also, a book nerd, Star Wars nerd, Marvel and DC movies nerd...  I enjoy those things so I don’t care, but they’re deemed “nerdy.” What do you think about olives?  Black olives are good, green olives are gross. Are you much of an outdoorsy person? Not at all. The only time I enjoy being outside is when I’m sitting out at the beach. How big of an Oprah fan are you?  I don’t really consider myself a fan. How often do you shop online?
  Quite often. P
 Are you looking forward to your prom? If you already went, how was it? My prom was over a decade ago D: Anyway,  I danced with the guy I had a huge crush on at the time, so hey it wasn’t too bad. How are your local policemen? I think they do a pretty good job overall.  What is your ideal PB&J sandwich like? Just peanut butter and grape jelly, pretty simple. What do you think of the movie ‘Pineapple Express’? I could not get into that movie at all.  Q
 How true is the saying, ‘quitters never win and winners never quit’?  I mean, can’t say “never”, but the main point from the saying makes sense. Do you prefer Quiznos or Subway and why?  I’ve gone to Subway many times, but I think I’ve only been to a Quiznos once or twice. Have you learned the quadratic formula yet? (Do you remember it?) I think I actually remember it. What is the one question you most want to ask someone and who?
  I don’t know. R
 How many rooms are in your home?  2 bedrooms. 
Do you like raspberries?
  Nah. What’s one of your best memories from during a rain storm? Hmm. I don’t know, but I just really love that kind of weather. 
Have you actually read Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo & Juliet’?  Yeah, my freshman year in high school. S
 Do you know any Sign Language?  I know the alphabet and a few sayings. What is your sleeping schedule generally like?  Oh, my sleeping schedule is an absolute joke. How well do you sing? I can’t sing well at all. How often do you listen to 60-70’s music? Now and then. I actually have several songs on my main Spotify playlist from those decades. T What do you think of Twitter?  I like being able to post my random thoughts and following certain celebrities and just interesting people for funny and interesting stuff. How much do you value the Ten Commandments?  I value them a lot. Are there many trees where you live?  Not really. 
How much taller/shorter do you wish to be? “I wish I was a little bit taller.” 🎶

U
 Where do you usually buy your underwear?  Various places. How do you define ‘ugly’?  It goes a lot deeper than just the outer appearance. Do you like to shop at Urban Outfitters?  I’ve only been to an actual store a couple times and I’ve checked out their website a few times, but I just think they’re ridiculously overpriced. V
 Would you like being described as ‘voluptuous’? No one would use that word to describe me. 
For listening to music, do you like to crank up the volume or keep it calm? I like it at a reasonable level, I don’t need it blaring.  Do you ever watch the annual Victoria’s Secret fashion show? They cancelled that a few years ago, but I never had any interest in watching that. 
Would you agree that ‘variety is the spice of life’?  Yeah. W
 Are you currently on wireless Internet?  Yeah, that’s all I have. I haven’t had to connect to a wifi router or whatever with a cord in a very long time. Can you recall memories of learning how to whistle? I still can’t do it. Do you go to White Castle or just vicariously through ‘Harold & Kumar'? I’ve never actually been to one cause they don’t have one anywhere near me (they’re on the east coast, I’m a west coast gal). I’ve only had the the White Castle burgers from the store that you cook in the microwave. I actually like them, but I’m sure the real deal is even better. X
 Why did you need your most recent x-ray and what were the results? I had to get a CT Scan a couple years ago. When it comes to ‘xoxo’, do you interpret ‘x’ as the hug or the kiss?  It’s hugs and kisses, so the X’s are hugs. What does X stand for in Roman numerals? Can you write the previous number?  X is 10, IX is 9. Why do you think xylophones are only popular with young children? That’s true, that is a pretty common baby toy. At least it was when I was little. Also, I played the xylophone in music class in elementary school. I don’t know why that’s a thing with kids. Y
 Can you explain the meaning of the yin-yang symbol? Opposite, but complimentary principles. Like, you can’t have good without bad, lightness without darkness, etc. It’s about balance. Do people more often mistake you as being younger or older than you are? Younger. Did you know that yawning is contagious?  Yeah.  Would you like a bottle of Yoo-Hoo or it’s not really your thing?  I actually like Yoo-Hoo, but I prefer it in the little carton or whatever with the straw (kinda like a Capri Sun, but it’s a box carton). It’s the perfect size, not too much. The strawberry one is my favorite. I haven’t had one in a long time, though. Z
 How many places’ zip codes do you know by heart?  Uhh, not many. What comes to mind when I say ‘Zero to Hero’? Disney’s Hercules movie.

[anxiousstark]

Asters | p.p

Summary: Walking a path full of Asters wasn’t so beautiful when Peter fell in love with another person.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader.

Warnings: Angst as fuck. I honestly cried while writing this.

Word Count: 1888

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At the age of 5.

At the age of 5 was the first time she saw that beautiful lilac flower. It was at that age that she met Peter Parker, a humble and wonderful child who went to the same class.

She had realized that Peter used to be alone, even though he tried to get close to everyone. And, if she was honest, she had no interest in knowing Peter or any other child in her class. She liked being alone. 

Until one day, Peter decided to approach her. He gave her some flowers that he said he had plucked from his aunt’s garden that morning. That was the first time Y/N had seen that kind of flower, and she was mesmerized with that pleasing colour. That day was also the first day of a lovely friendship that had been developed thanks to a flower.

"Asters," Peter spoke while giving her the flowers. "They're called Asters... They're from my aunt’s garden and I thought you'd like it.”

At the age of 9.

At the age of 9, everyone who knew Y/N and Peter couldn't deny that they had the best friendship they had ever seen. They walked hand in hand everywhere, spent school hours together and every day ate in one of their homes spent a lot of time at each other’s home. It was impossible to imagine them separately.

It wasn’t the first time that Peter had cried uncontrollably when Aunt May came to pick him up, saying that it was time to go home and that they would see each other the next day. It wasn’t the first time that May ended up letting Peter spend the night at Y/N’s after talking to her mother and concluding that it wouldn’t be easy to take them apart from each other.

Peter loved spending the nights at her house, reading stories, playing and laughing until her father asked them to go to sleep or the next day they would be pretty exhausted. Peter loved to sleep while holding his best friend’s hand, and sometimes, he would stay awake, looking at the window, where a small pot of Asters remained.

At the age of 13.

At the age of 13, some things changed for both. Although they were still inseparable and shared many likings, like their love for the Star Wars movie saga, other things stood in their way.

Both had grown and had experienced changes in their bodies because they were no longer children and were at that time of growth, a new phase. Both felt more embarrassed when realizing that their bodies were different and that hadn’t mattered when they were younger, but now it did.

Holding hands and being so tender wasn’t something they did in public in fear of what high school kids would say against them. But in the privacy of their houses, they were still just as affectionate, although this time a feeling of shyness was present.

It was at that same age that a new person had entered their lives, Ned. They both loved Ned in the same way, but Y/N felt that Peter was drifting away from her in a certain way. And she couldn’t help feeling a little jealous even though her mother had told her that it was completely normal for Peter to want to make friends of his own sex, although that didn’t mean he didn’t want to be her friend. She repeated to herself several times that she and Peter were best friends, hoping that those thoughts filled with jealousy would disappear.

Peter felt the same when Y/N became involved in the art club and became even more worried when she started hanging out with friends from the same club. Peter felt that they were drifting away, even though Ned told him that it was normal for Y/N to want friends of the same sex. Still, Peter felt a blow on his chest.

It would have been nice if Peter had contemplated the first free drawing she had created, a garden full of Asters.

At the age of 15.

At the age of 15, after the death of Y/N's father, Peter had spent the night at her house, hugging her tightly and whispering in her ear that he would be there for her forever.

It was then when it seemed that the room was decorated by thousands of small lights, because when Peter wiped the tears from her cheeks, he couldn’t help looking at her in another way, and for some reason, her lips seemed softer than ever.

She couldn’t stop staring at him, and she couldn’t believe she had a crush on her childhood friend for a year and a half.

That same night, their lips met in a short but delicate kiss that marked the end of a friendship that would become something more than a friendship. That night, Peter slept with her against his chest, hugging her tightly in hopes that no nightmare would visit her that night. He also decided that he would wait a couple of months until he told her that a week ago, Peter had been bitten by a spider and that had strange consequences on his body and abilities.

Peter closed his eyes, thinking that her sheets smelled like chamomile, Asters flowers.

At the age of 17.

At the age of 17, another person appeared in their lives, MJ.

Y/N felt odd because it had been a couple of years of a three-person friendship in which she was the only girl. And although at first, she felt a great relief to have another girl in the group, that feeling quickly vanished.

Peter seemed to have a great bond with MJ, from time to time cancelling some plan he had with her to be able to go out with MJ or help her with whatever she needed.

Y/N realized that Peter was no longer so lovey-dovey in front of Ned and MJ, he seemed to avoid it. He no longer grabbed her hand in the halls of high school if MJ was nearby, he didn’t put his hand on her thigh when they were in the cafeteria or kiss her before parting from her to go to a different class. This time, Peter went to his classes without looking back, and that hurt.

It was much worse that night of December when Y/N was walking to Peter's house, late at night. Fear seized her when she was attacked by a group of criminals who were trying to rob her.

She was safe thanks to Spiderman, the most famous superhero in Queens, who had saved her life. She started crying, thanking him and it didn’t take more than a few seconds when he hugged her tightly and when footsteps could be heard.

"Y/N?!" MJ's voice caused her to lift her head from Spiderman's chest. "I was with my father and I saw you and I thought it was too late for you to be alon-" Her words were cut off when she realized that Spiderman had saved her friend. "Peter?" It came out of her mouth. "My God, thank God, Peter saved you."

Y/N was very confused to hear the name of her boyfriend. She finally lifted her head to look at "Spiderman". MJ walked toward them, resting her hand on her shoulder. "Thankfully, your boyfriend is Spiderman." She chuckled.

Her hands trembled and she didn’t know if it was because she had been in danger or because of the words that were coming out of MJ's mouth. She let her hands lift Spiderman's mask, and just by seeing his chin and lower lip she knew that person was Peter. Peter Parker. Her boyfriend.

Peter took off his mask and bit his lower lip. "I can explain it to you..."

"You are Spiderman." She felt hurt. "When were you going to tell me? It's been years since Spiderman came to the spotlight! I'm your girlfriend Peter!"

MJ understood what was happening and murmured. "Damn."

Y/N looked at her for a few seconds and then looked at Peter sharply. "She knew it..." Tears filled her eyes. "She knew you were Spiderman, but I..."

"I couldn’t find the perfect moment to tell you."

"You didn’t find the perfect moment?" She felt angry. "It's been 2 years and you didn’t know what the perfect time was? Maybe you were too busy ignoring me!"

For some reason, in her mind those moments crossed in which Peter seemed to have a lot of confidence with MJ, and the comments of her friends telling her that they were sure Peter felt something for MJ as he didn’t stop flirting with her.

She rubbed her forehead. "Tell me something, Peter. Do you still love me?"

His eyes filled with tears as he ran one of his hands through his untidy curls. His eyes trembled and his gaze went to MJ. Then, he looked at Y/N once more. "I love you."

"But?" Her lips trembled.

"But it's not like that anymore. No...I can’t love two people the same way." His gaze returned to MJ.

She didn’t care about anything, she didn’t mind crying in a horrible way, convinced that the whole neighbourhood could hear her. And Peter just stood there, with his head bowed feeling guilty because he had lost those feelings of love as a couple that he had towards her. MJ was in the same position as him, feeling blameworthy because she felt the same as Peter felt for her.

That night Y/N couldn't sleep on her sheets, the smell that was commonly caused great pain in her chest. And she seemed to be a masochist when she decided to look for the meaning of Asters: known as a talisman of love.

Asters became hateful for her.

At the age of 24.

At the age of 24, she received a letter. She knew that letter was from Peter as he was the only one who would write a letter to her, and it wasn’t the first time he had done so. 

Three months ago, he had sent an invitation wedding in hopes of seeing her after so many years where he still felt bad for breaking her heart. But for her own good, she had decided not to attend the wedding.

Furthermore, Peter thought that it would be a good idea to send pictures of his wedding. She smiled a little when she saw Ned with his girlfriend and May with Happy. But her smile faded when pictures of him and MJ came out. She felt torn because she still loved him. But she could observe how much love Peter had for MJ. 

Her eyes filled with tears when she noticed the bouquet flowers that MJ grasped tightly, Asters.

Who would think that Asters weren’t their own thing?

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Us Against the World

Fandom: Star Wars (Childhood Best Friends AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: You and Poe have been best friends since preschool. At that young age, Poe made a declaration, a promise. One that he intended on keeping. Based off of this post.

Age 4

You were nervous entering the preschool. When your mom said she’d be leaving you there for a couple of hours, you were scared. You didn’t want to be alone.

“Don’t wanna go,” you said with a whimper as you clung to your mom’s hand.

She knelt down, “Y/N, it’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna have so much fun! You’ll make friends and you’ll forget you’ve been gone for a while.” You still had a scared look on your face. Your mom sighed, “If you’re good, I’ll take you out for ice cream, okay?”

You smiled softly and nodded. She walked you into the classroom and was instantly greeted to a woman about the same age as your mom, “Hi there. I’m Mrs. Organa. And who might you be?”

“Y/N,” you said shyly.

The woman smiled, “Hi, Y/N. Nice to meet you. Do you wanna go play with some toys?” You nodded and hugged your mom good-bye before heading towards the toy chest. 

You spotted a big fire truck and grabbed for it, but so did another kid. You looked up to see a boy with tan skin, black curly hair, and brown eyes. He picked up the truck and look at you, “Do you wanna play with me?” As if feeling your apprehension, he smiled, “I’m Poe!”

“I’m Y/N,” you said shyly.

“Wanna play, Y/N?”

“Okay.”

After that, you and Poe could not be separated. You both always got upset when you weren’t in the same groups for play time. You always wanted to lay next to each other for nap time, and you two always shared your snacks. 

One day in class, Mrs. Organa asked what everyone wanted to do when they grow up. Poe immediately stood up from his chair, “When I grow up, I’m gonna marry Y/N!” he said proudly. You blushed as all the kids laughed and made noises of disgust. Poe immediately got upset, “It’s not funny! Y/N is my best friend and I wanna be with her forever!”

Age 10

You and Poe sat in the principal’s office waiting for your parents to arrive. You and Poe held each other’s hands as Ms. Tanno looked at both of you disappointedly. 

Your dad and Poe’d dad, Kes, walked in frantically, “Is everything okay?”

“What happened?”

“Is anyone hurt?”

Ms. Tanno held up her hand and they all silenced, “The only person who got hurt was Mrs. Organa’s son, Ben Solo.”

“What exactly happened?” Kes asked.

Ms. Tanno gestured to you, “Go ahead, you two.”

You sighed, “Ben was making fun of me. Saying I was ugly and that no one would like me.”

“Then I was defending her and told Ben to buzz off!”

“Then Ben called Poe stupid and knocked him down. Poe looked like he was about to cry and then...”

You looked at Poe’s who’s eyes fell down to his lap and were filled with hurt, “He said ‘What are you gonna do? Cry to your mommy? Oh wait, you don’t have one anymore.” Poe started sniffling and you tightened your hold on his hand.

“So I punched Ben in the face.”

Kes knelt down in front of both of you, “Y/N, I appreciate what you did for Poe, but violence isn’t the answer.”

You looked down in shame, “I know, but after Ben mentioned Aunt Shara, I just..I just couldn’t help it.”

Your dad looked to Ms. Tanno, “So what’s going to happen?”

“Well, since Y/N punched someone, I’ll have to suspend her.”

Poe’s head shot up, “No! Suspend me!”

Ms. Tanno shook her head, “But you didn’t punch Ben, Poe.”

“So? I-It’s my fault that Ben got punched! I interfered! I should get suspended, not Y/N!”

“I’m sorry, Poe. It’s not how that works.”

Poe frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, “Well if Y/N is suspended, then I’m not going to school until she’s back.”

“Poe, stop,” you tried reasoning with him.

He looked at you, “No. Best friends forever, remember? They can’t separate us no matter what.”

Age 16

Poe was anxious. He stood by your locker, waiting for you to get out of math class. He kept muttering to himself, “You can do this. She’s your best friend. You got this, Poe. You got this.” as soon as the bell rang, he tensed. It was now or never. 

He stared at his shoes, his old beaten up Converse, waiting for your arrival. He tried not to let his nerves get the best of him. He’s known you for his whole life. He shouldn’t be afraid, he shouldn’t-”Whatcha starin’ at?” 

His head slowly raised and his brown eyes met your Y/E/C eyes. He smiled, “Nothin’. So, uh, I have something to tell you.”

“What’s up?” you asked as you switched your math book for your English book. You closed your locker and looked at Poe expectantly.

Poe gave a deep breath, “I like you. A-A lot. L-Like more than a best friend kind of like.”

A smile formed on your face, “Really?”

“Well, uh, yeah. I mean, you’re smart, funny, beautiful, fun. What’s not to like?”

You blushed, “I like you too.”

“R-Really? Like how I like you like me?”

You laughed, “Yeah, Poe.” You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, “Now let’s get to class, yeah?” you slipped your hand into his. 

Poe looked down at your intertwined hands with a big smile on his face, “Yeah. Okay.”

Age 18

You had Poe had graduated high school. Despite it being a joyous occasion, both of you were saddened. Poe had be recruited to the Air Force. Within a week, he’ll be shipped off to training. So you two spent as much time as you could together.

He took you out on dates, he slept over your house, you two went on a day trip out of town, and Poe had gotten you a puppy.

“He’ll keep you company while I’m away. Right, Beebs?” the little corgi-shiba inu mix wagged its tail as Poe pet him, “Oh!” Poe pulled out the necklace he always wore: his mother’s ring hanging from a metal chain, “Keep this safe for me, yeah?”

You gave him a sad smile, “Okay,” you said sheepishly.

“I’ll think of you every single day. I’ll try to write as much as I can. But you have to promise me something, sweetheart.”

“What?”

“Don’t push everyone away. Don’t isolate yourself. This is your summer before you go to college. Don’t waste it crying over me.”

You began to sniffle, trying not to let the tears fall, “I’m gonna miss you so much,” you whimpered.

“I know, baby.” Poe kissed your cheek, “I know.” then he hugged you. He held onto you as long as you needed him to.

Age 21

You were typing away on your computer when you received a Skype call from Poe. You immediately answered it, “Poe?”

The grainy image of him appeared. He waved, “Hello, my love. Whatcha doin’?”

“Working on my novel.”

He nodded, “Ah yes. Our love story.”

“It’s not our love story! It’s Oscar and Angela’s love story!”

“Uh huh, which is based off of our love story, which technically means you’re writing about us. You even used our own descriptions for the characters!”

You looked at him surprised, “You actually read some of it?”

Poe scoffed, “Of course I did, baby! And you’re not subtle at all about the parallels between our story and theirs.”

You chuckled, “There are some differences...”

“Oh yeah, like how Oscar is taller and has more abs? You tryna tell me something, baby?”

You laughed, “No! You’re fine just the way you are.”

“Uh huh. Suuuure.” You both giggled, “Anyway, I got permission to visit next month.”

Your eyes lightened up, “Really?!”

Poe nodded, “Hell yeah! Can’t wait to see you, kiss you, hug you, fu-”

“POE!”

He giggled, “I’m kidding! Maybe...not really. Anyway, let’s see our lil fur baby!”

You called Beebs over to you and lifted him to your camera, “He’s doing well!”

Poe leaned closer to the screen, “He’s gotten fatter!”

“But he always whines when I don’t give him enough food! I feel bad!”

“You’re making our baby fat, Y/N!”

“Okay! I’m sorry! I’ll take him out more to work it off.”

“Yes. Sounds good.”

You sighed, “Well, I better get this chapter finished up. Talk to you later?”

“Of course. Bye, sweetheart. I love you bunches!”

“Bye, babe! I love you bunches more!”

Age 26

You and Poe socialized with your family. It was your dad’s birthday and your mom threw a barbeque for him. You stood next to Poe as you spoke with your neighbor and long-time friend, Rose. Meanwhile, Poe talked to long-time friend and Air Force pal, Finn, while his arm was around your waist. 

It felt so good to have Poe back, even for a little bit. As time passed, you’d gotten used to his temporary stays. Despite that, you two had gotten an apartment together. Something that was your own. It was a big step for the both of you, but it was a long time coming. As was this.

“Everyone! May I have your attention please?” Poe called out. 

You looked at Poe confusedly, “What’s going on?” Everyone circled around you as Poe pulled you closer to him. 

“Y/N, when I was four years old, Mrs. Organa, our preschool teacher, asked us what we wanted to do when he grow up.”

“Oh my God.” you held your hands to your mouth, already knowing what was about to happen.

Poe chuckled, “Don’t get ahead of me here, sweetheart!” He cleared his throat, “My answer to that question was that I wanted to marry you. And this is me keeping my word.” He pulled out a ring and knelt down on one knee, “Y/N L/N, you’re my best friend, my soulmate. In front of our closest friends and family, I’m here declaring my never ending love for you. Will you do me the honors of becoming my wife?”

With teary eyes you nodded, “Yes!” 

Poe took your left hand and slid the ring onto your finger. He then gave you a kissed and picked you up, spinning you around as everyone cheered.

Age 30

You were wringing your hands together as you paced back and forth in the hall. Rose, Phasma, Kaydel, Jess, and Rey watched you.

“Why are you nervous? You’re marrying the love of your life?” Rey asked.

“Oh, I’m not nervous about marrying Poe. Fuck yeah I wanna marry him! I just don’t wanna trip down the aisle or stutter my vows. You know how I am with speaking in public.”

Rose shrugged, “Don’t think of it as talking in front of a couple hundred people. Just think of it as talking to Poe. Making your promise to him and declaring your undying love and all that lovey dovey stuff,” Rose said. The other women agreeing with her. 

Your dad approached you, “You ready?”

You sighed, “Yup. Let’s do this!” 

Meanwhile...

“Oh God. What if I stutter? I don’t wanna sound stupid!” Poe whispered anxiously to Finn, his best man.

Finn shook his head, “Man, calm down. Whether you stutter or not, Y/N will still love you.” 

The doors to the venue opened and in walked the flower girl, ring bearer, and bridesmaids. They all joined Poe and Finn at the end of the aisle. Then the wedding march began to play and everyone stood. Poe gave a deep breath and then turned towards you. He was floored. 

You looked absolutely stunning in your wedding dress. You looked angelic even! You joined Poe at the end of the aisle. You chuckled as he wiped his eyes.

“Sorry, you’re just so beautiful.”

“Thank you and you look even more handsome.” you nodded to his formal Air Force uniform. You loved when he was in uniform.

Poe chuckled, “Thanks, babe. So, together forever?” he asked, intertwining your fingers with his.

You smiled at him, “Together forever.”

“Us against the world, baby.” he whispered as he faced the officiant.

[definitelynotaminion]

Hey baby, how are you doing? Right now it's October 26th at 4:57 a.m. and I'm in bed next to you. Twice now I've gone over to cuddle you and you let me, wrapped my arm with your hand and just let me stay there with my face in your shoulder, close enough to hear you breathe. I ever tell you that sometimes I try to match my breathing to yours when you're asleep, see if it helps me sleep? But when we sleep our breaths are a lot longer with more space between them, and I would always do it for a few minutes and give up. But for those few minutes it calmed me right down. Kind of a meditation, I guess. I did it for the first time back at our apartment. I did it earlier when I tucked into your side and you met me with open arms despite being asleep. You're so affectionate in your sleep; I love it. (We all know I'm mean af, more likely to punch you in my sleep than be sweet). It's October 26th but it's really October 25th’s night, because I haven't been to sleep. My birthday was yesterday and we had cake. I'm laying in bed next to you thinking that there’s still cake in the fridge; funfetti, my favorite. I might go have a piece. I went to the gym at your urging; back when you were awake, but drowsy from the melatonin, and I was wearing the work out clothes mom got me as a gift, and still had my socks on because I wanted to go the gym, too. We had just gotten back from Whataburger; you missed a meal that day and had 1200 calories to spare (It’s the day I woke up at like 3pm and immediately made chicken teriyaki over rice; you went for a walk and I made my own teriyaki sauce, because the watery stuff in the fridge smelled off and I have standards. It was delicious. It's the day we took my car to Whataburger later, and I mentioned that it was odd I hadn't been to McDonald's on my birthday for once; you countered that you had offered, however jokingly. I kept joking that we should go to KFC because it was only 9:25, and surely KFC was still open, as though you hadn't spent the whole time we lay in bed discussing food looking up the calories for the specific meal you wanted. I had my hair in a ridiculous pebbles-style ponytail on top of my head, that I removed and smoothed out when we got inside. I was wearing a star wars jacket over my track suit hoodie over a tee shirt.) You gave me your drink cup so I could have two drink refills on the way home, and not have to choose. I filled my larger cup with lemonade-- shit, I brought it to bed with me about an hour ago but havent drank any; I just fucking realized lol-- and your smaller one with Dr. Pepper. It's still over there on my desk. You probably knew I wouldn't drink it but knew that the opportunity would make me happy anyway. We chilled in bed and I kept my socks on, for once, because I was determined to go to the gym, and you were determined to encourage me instead of enabling me to stay in bed. You're a lovely person that way. I did go to the gym, by the way, as I'm sure I'll tell you in the morning when you wake up (or at 3 o'clock in the evening, if that's when I wake up, if I fall asleep without meaning to). (You made jokes about the socks, but ten minutes into our blogging and chill, your foot brushed my leg in such a way that the hem of my pants rode up, and you touched bare flesh, and turned into Skeletor “Noooaa! What was that. Unexpected. Forbidden.”) It’s the day after my birthday but it’s also the first day I’m away at basic training, if tungle dot hellfire scheduled the post properly. (I swear to god, if it didnt... esp after all those tests I scheduled before I left.) (You just rolled over in your sleep to face me and your arm is pressed firm and soft to my elbow. For the first few seconds after the roll you snored softly through your nose-- very cute-- but now it's just little inhales and exhales. The forearm to my elbow is a very understated cuddle. I'm love him. You're so used to sleeping with me that you don't react or wake when I press close to you, you just accept it and sometimes nuzzle me. You'll hold my hand if I touch your fingers.) I am the most loved person in all the land, and right now I’m probably trying to remember that, shoved in a room with sixty people and no walls. (I keep remembering that this is public and then I'm like fuck it, a blog’s a blog; all the people here for my writing or the fandom stuff or the memes can deal with the lovey-dovey stuff and the waxing poetic about the minutiae of our lives. You're still tucked into my elbow breathing all cute and I'm still typing on my phone, which is on 26%; I should charge it but the charger sticks out the bottom in a way that makes it hard to rest the phone on my chest. It's a running joke now that I never keep my phone charged; that I only charge it when it's on 5%. Actually, at your urging-- though I laugh when you lean over me and hiss at the percentage, though we joke a lot about it-- I've started being more conscious of it, charging my phone before it needs it. Earlier today (the 25th) I put my phone on the charger when it was at 56%. I don't think I told you, but I know you'd be proud of me. (Earlier today I put my phone on the charger in preparation for going to the gym, and it was at 32%. I laid in bed with you to play on it and when it was at 39% you leaned over, already victorious, and said “oh? Only 39%? Put him on the charger!!!!” The exclamation marks are in italics to mimic the way you tapped it, rapidly, you know the motion. And I told you it was already charging and you were deeply shooketh, like I was an imposter. You squinted and said “well it's so small, how could I possibly see from here” in the Grinch voice, and rolled over dramatically; laughing, I chased you, and we cuddled some more. It was a lovely time.) It is (at the time you're reading this) the Tuesday I’ve officially had a “full day” at basic. I think. I probably had my first plane ride today, though if I've talked to you-- they let us make the “scripted” phone call on the first or second night-- it says “hello, I'm fine, I got here safe, he's a phone number to call in an emergency (red cross? Reddit said) and here's the address you write to”-- I only had like 30 seconds or so on the phone to choke all that out and an “I love you”. I couldn't tell you about my first plane ride. I could not tell you that “it wasn't actually as bad as anticipated, though you know I tear up when I get yelled at, so that's a thing.” According to the internet I probably sounded miserable; not because I was literally miserable but because hearing your voice probably made everything really sink in and i missed you. Also right now typing this i have like. A single manful movie tear rolling down the right cheek. Truly I am getting all up in my feelings-- but you're in an empty bed so you'd know, I guess. On the 26th, not Nov 6th, that is. I have no idea if I'm crying as you read this; but I'm a dramatic hoe so it's possible. I'm probably chanting to myself “It’s fine, it's whatever; play the game, don't stand out, go from meal to meal.” however, I have it from reliable sources (thanks reddit) that by the second or third week the yelling gets less yelling and you have the routine down. Then it's kind of like a hardcore summer camp. As I'm laying in bed it's hard to rationalize that I've only got 10 days with you left. A week and some change. The impulse to savor it is there but, also, I've literally got the rest of my life with you, so. I’m looking forward to the other side of basic, to how you can (apparently) have your dependents moved out to live with you if your stay at tech school will be longer than 6 weeks. And mine will, so. (If you're not in basic and I selfishly hope you're not, yet, you can come out there and I can spend my weekends with you, in our apartment with all of our stuff. I want lots of dice and candles. I want to just lay in bed and chill with you. “Cuddle” I want to cuddle but I keep remembering that this is public on my blog and everyone can see it. I wonder why cuddle sounds so weird when none of the other words do. I wonder how fast the first week will go if I keep focusing on “just wait until the next meal, just wait until the next meal.” I'm planning to go buy a book of stamps and some envelopes in the morning. Apparently one of the only joys of basic is hearing your name at mail call. I want you to write me so much, which is hard for you probably; but I want to hear about every little detail. You should print off the latest chapters of Yesterday Upon the Stair or Ashes of the Past if they update, stick those behind your letters. It would make a good distraction and only be a couple pages long. But how weird would it be that i wouldn't even care about them? Not weird at all. Its true that i would care about your letters more that the fanfic. That I just want to hear that you're safe and happy, that you've eaten-- tell me what you've eaten, tell me the calories, it'll reassure me and fill the pages-- tell me jokes and memes and manga spoilers for BNHA. Pass along news from-- or hell, even tell them my mailing address, it's not like it'll be secret-- the discord (kink thinktank or maybe the secret lounge, you know the one). I'm not picky. It will be neat not to be cut off from everybody, if they decide to write. Except tuva. @uintuva I love you but please god don't write to me, I told them I didn't have any foreign attachments when they asked. If anything, pass along a letter to Sach, or Dallas-- have them print it and send it to me; mention no countries. I'm laughing rn. I'll warn them that you'll post the address. If you post a letter every day, or every other day, even if they're short, I promise I'll appreciate them. They'll be like a lifeline to the outside world. They'll reassure me you're fine and assuage me that stress and worry. Please remember that I love you, even if I didn't get to tell you in the short phone call. I likely called you before the flight there. It hasn't even been a day since you've heard my voice. Hell, I forgot-- you and mom and the kids are coming to see me off. I probably saw you earlier today-- for you. It's still October 26 (25th) for me. You saw me this morning but now you're going to sleep without me; it probably doesn't feel weird unless you focus on it. I could be in the shower, or in the kitchen, or at the gym. I could be at Brittany’s house. It's okay to tell yourself these lies, or to imagine me there-- imagine me at my desk, maybe, since you go to bed so much earlier-- to make yourself feel better, to help you sleep. Or maybe it hadn't hit yet and you're fine-- that's fine too. Or maybe you'll be okay the whole time. You'll miss me, sure. But maybe you'll smile and wish me luck and go to sleep easy, because I'm getting what I wanted, according to plan. I hope you find the happy parts of your days-- laugh at the kids, at David, and Jesse-- and write down jokes to share with me before you forget. Don't feel guilty at all, because I don't want you to be sad. I love you. I'm going to try to be looking forward to stuff/focusing on the nice things-- I just snorted a little thinking of you going “whole bed to myself” in the silly smug voice; I can already tell that one is going to be what I imagine at basic, the one I'll remember and smile about. I hope you check your tag and see this, though I'm sure I'll tell you about it. Aren't I so clever, figuring out how to write you even if they don't let me write you? I also set posts to schedule, funny things I scrolled past. The usual things that fill your tag. This way you know I'm still thinking of you; it's funny because I always tag you in things, right now in October, because I want you to know I'm thinking of you. Because I see funny things and think “Dallas” and I want you to see them. I'm so glad the technology exists for me to make sure your tag has new stuff every night while I'm away. I'm going to spend the next ten days (from Oct 26) writing you letters and reminding you of things. (Earlier I told you that I love you, that I love how we talk to each other, that I love the way you joke and how, specifically, you choose to say things to me; that I love how my face fits into your shoulder or your face, that the terms you choose to use tickle me pink. I laugh all the time with you. I'm happiest right next to you. I want to be with you forever.) Oh and here is a reminder: I'm so proud of you for getting through the day. Goodbyes are hard, even when they're temporary. You're not fat and I love you. You could lose the weight you need to lose this month and I’d be happy for you; you could delete the app and gain twenty pounds and be my handsome military husband, and I’d be ecstatic. I love everything about you (freckles) and you can reread this as many times as you need to in the next few days. (Not that I'm saying you'll need to. You're very self sufficient. But if you do need the words, they're here, and there’s no shame in giving yourself what you need.) Day one is done and now I've got to get through the first week. The second will be easier and then, the third, routine. It'll be okay. Everything will be fine. I love you. I miss you. I'll be back before you know it. Please write. Even if it's just a single page with “the dankest of dank memes” on it in size bazillion handwriting. Even if it's unimportant. Especially if it's unimportant stuff. Go around and ask everyone to say one nice sentence to me. Write down the sentence. Now you've got a letter. Tell me about your thoughts and your day. Tell me (android 16 voice) you saw a bird and it was pretty.

[xx-multi-fandom-fics]

Valentine’s Day- Prompt 8

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x Reader

Written for: @sdavid09’s daily writing challenge

Warnings: Cheesy, lovey dovey language. Overall pure cheesiness.

Word Count: 982

Prompt: Language ahead

Summary: Modern! AU Valentines Day celebrated with Luke.

A.N.: Since Valentine’s Day is coming up, I figured why not make one of my fics based on it.

You stuffed the gift in the heart print covered bag and put on your black heels as you walked out the door of your apartment. You were going to meet Luke tonight at a fancy restaurant for a date. You were surprised that he had been able to get you two a table since it was Valentine's Day and you knew the restaurant was booked solid a few weeks beforehand.

You called a taxi and got in the back. After dealing with the formalities with the driver, the ride was silent. You mind wandered to every possible thought for that night. What will I eat? Do I look okay in this dress? What if he doesn’t show up? What if our reservations don’t work? What did he get me for Valentine’s Day? I hope he likes his gift.

You and Luke had been dating for about a year. You met up often, almost three times every week, for a date even though you worked together at the same company. This was your first Valentine’s Day together.

The driver cleared his throat which brought you back to reality. You realized two things: it was raining and you had arrived at the restuarant. You paid the driver and hopped out of the cab. As soon as you looked up, you saw Luke drenched in his fancy attire outside of the restaurant.

“Were you waiting for me outside?” you asked shocked.

“Maybe,” Luke smiled as he pulled you in for a kiss.

“You’re soaking!” you exclaimed as you felt his wet clothes against your bare skin.

“Let’s go inside,” Luke opened the door for you and let you go in first.

You were quickly ushered to your table after giving the hostess your name.

You ordered and the food was quickly brought out. It was amazing. You had ordered your favorite food and the chefs somehow knew exactly how you liked it. You and Luke talked throughout the night, but then a waitress came to the table and interrupted your conversation.

“Would you like to order any dessert tonight?”

You gave Luke a questioning look, and he smiled mischievously. You took that as a sign to eat to your heart's desire.

“I’ll have a chocolate lava cake please,” you ordered.

“One for me as well.”

You grabbed your bag with a smirk. “While we wait, do you want to give each other our gifts?”

“Sure. You go first.”

You handed your present over to Luke. He smiled at you before looking at it.

“Open it!” you urged with a large grin.

Luke dug his hand into the bag and pulled out a navy blue box. He opened it and pulled out a leather bracelet with his initials and yours as well as the day you met carved into a metal piece attached.

“I love it!” he exclaimed instantly attempting to put it on.

“Do you really?” you asked watching the many failed attempts to get it around his wrist. “Cause if not I can take it back.”

“Y/N, I love it. Truly.”

You reached over and helped Luke put it on.

“My turn!” you exclaimed. Luke looked around and then cleared his throat.

“A kiss is just a kiss until you find the one you love, A hug is just a hug until you find the one you’re always thinking of—“

“Wait! Did you memorize this?” you asked smiling.

“You interrupted me. And yes.”

You giggled, “Okay. You may proceed.”

“Now the moments ruined. I have to start all over,” Luke said with a huff which only made you laugh more.

“A kiss is just a kiss until you find the one you love, a hug is just a hug until you find the one you’re always thinking of. A dream is just a dream until it’s come true, love was just a word until the day I met you.”

“That was so sweet!” you said tearing up. You cleared your throat to help gather yourself. “Really.”

Just as you looked down to grab your napkin, a cake was placed in front of you. You looked up and saw the waitress with a smile not knowing she had just ruined the moment.

“Thanks.”

You dug into your cake as you heard the song that you planned to use at your wedding start playing over the restaurant’s speakers.

“Babe! This is the song I want to use when we get married while we’re walking down the aisle as an official couple!”

The chocolate hot fudge spilled over your fork as you scooped up some and a piece of cake. You saw something hanging off of your fork that didn’t look like food. You pulled it off and felt the hardness of it. You wiped the fudge off of it and saw there in your hands was a ring.

“What is this?” you asked Luke with your mouth slightly full of cake. “I think they gave this cake to the wrong table.”

“No, they didn’t,” Luke said as he got down on one knee. He gently took the ring from you, and you felt tears well up in your eyes as the familiar song breezed through the air.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

You looked around and now saw all of the people surrounding you. There were other couples with some of the females smiling and some looking bitter. There were also a huge amount of waiters around you.

You turned back to Luke and stuck out your left hand.

“Of course!” you cheered. “Wait! The song. Did you plan that?”

Luke nodded sheepishly and slipped the diamond ring on your finger which fit perfectly. Luke rose up. You placed your hands on his cheeks and kissed him passionately.

You didn’t know what the future would hold but all you knew was that you had never been so happy to be alive.

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The Weekend Warrior October 30, 2020 – COME PLAY, THE CRAFT: LEGACY, HIS HOUSE, SPELL, HOLIDATE and More!

Boy, it was really nice having a week off last week, and honestly, I’m thinking of legitimately cutting back the number of movies I review for this column every week, since trying to review ten to twelve movies in any week is just too much, especially if I’m ever gonna get back to the box office stuff. I don’t expect that to be any time soon since movie theaters are still shut in NYC and any major release is either getting shuffled to next year or onto streaming.

Because Halloween is this Saturday, we can expect a lot of horror movies but a few other things as well. Thankfully, this is also a relatively quieter week as is next week before things absolutely EXLODE once again. Who knows? Maybe movie theaters will be reopened in New York City by then, too.

The highest profile movie of the week (and the one getting the widest theatrical release) might be Jacob Chase’s COME PLAY (Focus), a horror movie that he expanded from his earlier short film “Larry.” The feature stars young Azhy Robertson as Oliver, an autistic boy who discovers a book called “The Misunderstood Monster” on his phone, which awakens a monster called “Larry.” As Oliver’s parents (John Gallagher, Jr and Gillian Jacobs) try to understand what is going on with the boy, Larry continues to wreak havoc on everyone around the boy.

I was generally mixed on this highly high-concept horror movie, maybe because it seemed like a fairly cheesy concept that completely over-utilizes the concept of a monster that inhabits technology to the point where you immediately think of Lights Out. That was also based on a short film expanded into feature, but that was also directed by David F. Sandberg. Chase is a perfectly capable filmmaker, and he has two great actors in Gallagher and Jacobs, the latter playing a far more dramatic role than we’ve seen from her in quite some time.

The problem is that the first hour or so isn’t particularly scary, it actually feels kind of dull and derivative. It’s not really until the last half hour when we get to see Larry in a far scarier physical form than just inhabiting and controlling technology, where things pick up and that last act of the movie does sort of make up for the earlier part of the film.  Come Play isn’t terrible, and I’ve definitely seen far worse, but it’s also no Babadook in terms of doing something original or innovative within the horror realm.

As if we didn’t have enough remakes going on right now, Sony and Blumhouse decided to dump their THE CRAFT: LEGACY, declared as a “continuation” of the beloved 1997 movie, to PVOD this week. I never was a huge fan of the original Craft, but it’s as much a beloved cult movie as any other out there. I truly believe that for any Millennial woman who was in her teens in 1997, this is probably her favorite movie, or maybe it’s just the women I tend to meet.  Anyway, this one is written and directed by Zoe Lister-Jones, who made that wonderful Sundance movie Band-Aid, and it stars Cailee Spaeny as teenager Lilly, who arrives in town with her mother (the wonderful Michelle Monaghan) to live with her mother’s new boyfriend (David Duchovny) and his three sons. Lilly is immediately picked on at school until she falls in with a trio of fellow girls (Gideon Adlon, Lovie Simone, Zoey Luna) who notices Lilly’s ability and wants her to become the fourth in their mini-coven they’ve created to explore their witchy powers.

Even though I know plenty of women who absolutely love the original 1997 movie, and there’s nothing wrong with that, The Craft never really connected with me, so I went into this without any real emotion about the movie being remade… I mean… continued. Oh, let’s cut the crap. There’s almost nothing that connects this movie to the earlier movie other than it’s another group of teenage girls getting into witchcraft. Maybe there’s some easter eggs in there that didn’t jump out at me, but any actual connection with the first movie seems so tacked-on to a movie that just isn’t very good otherwise. (Lister-Jones leans so heavily on her movie’s soundtrack to keep any sort of momentum going.)

As much as I love the cast Lister-Jones put together, particularly Spaeny and Monaghan, her movie is so disjointed starting with all the silly giggly girly stuff at the beginning, to all the Y.A. lovey-dovey Twilight crap (mostly dealing with Lilly’s hunky love interest of sorts played by Nichoas Galitzine) to about an hour into the movie when things finally get darker but then immediately starts falling apart.

I won’t go into further details to avoid spoilers, but it takes almost an hour to get to anything even remotely resembling an actual plot.  If you’ve seen the original movie, you’ll already know the basic arc except that like last year’s Black Christmas remake -- also by Blumhouse – the movie transforms into a big female empowerment fight against the evil man, who you can figure out quite easily who that might be. I generally felt that Spaeny was really misused and the visual effects to show the girls’ powers are so lame I’m wondering how they got past the Blumhouse quality control standards.

This is a silly and mostly obnoxious girls’ movie that made me feel old AF as it chose to deal more with feelings than anything even remotely resembling scares. After watching it, I was far less surprised The Craft: Legacy was being dumped to VOD rather than getting a theatrical release.

Streaming on Netflix this week is Remi Weeke’s feature debut HIS HOUSE about a refugee couple (played by Ṣọpẹ Dìrísù and Wunmi Mosaku) who escape from war-torn South Sudan to try to create a new life for themselves in a small English town when they start experiencing all sorts of weird and nefarious occurrences in their new home.

His House is a bonafide horror movie, but one that’s so entirely unique to the genre by adding the fish-out-of-water experience of two immigrants into the mix. It also seemingly uses authentic African mythology and lore to make the supernatural aspect of the story feel much more relevant to the couple at the movie’s core, while at the same time showing the xenophobia experienced by immigrants in the UK.  That last part is something we doesn’t have many opportunities to experience so much in the U.S., but between this and Steve McQueen’s upcoming “Small Axe Anthology” we get to see how racism in the UK shows its ugly face in a different way than it does here.

Weekes’ clearly has a solid handle on the material for his feature debut, which even includes a small role for former Doctor Who Matt Smith, but I was more impressed with the strong performances by the two leads combined with how Weekes worked with his team to create actual scares in new and intriguing ways.

More importantly, Weekes’ film shows how important it is to establish strong core characters before throwing them into any sort of supernatural horrors, which is why this ultimately works better than some of the other horror films of the week including Spell (see below).

Significantly creepy but tying that into a strong narrative about the immigration situation in the UK, His House delivers on both aspects to create a strong and impressive debut from Weekes. This is a genuinely scary movie that thrives on offering original ideas vs. retread.

Premiering on Premium VOD and Digital (and maybe in a drive-in or two? Who knows?) is Mark Tonderai’s supernatural thriller SPELL (Paramount Home Entertainment), starring Omari Hardwick and Loretta Devine. Hardwick plays Marquis T. Woods, a successful lawyer on his way to his father’s funeral in Appalachia with his family when the plane he’s flying gets hit by a storm. Marquis wakes up trapped in an attic by a Ms. Eloise (Devine) who claims she has complete control over him using a Hoodoo talisman known as a “Boogity.”  Marquis urgently has to escape her dark magic and save his family.

I tried hard to avoid going into this semi-cynically since “horror noir” is now a huge thing thanks to the success of Jordan Peele’s Get Out and Us. Every single horror film with a black lead has tried to combine the same amount of Peele’s socially-aware relevance with typical horror scares. Spell definitely has that despite being written and produced by Kurt Wimmer, best known for the 2002 sci-fi film Equilibrium.

Spell doesn’t take too long getting Hardwick’s family man Marquis out of his comfort zone and back to his Appalachian home where, as a kid, he was abused by his religiously-devout father who believed in the area’s Hoodoo customs. Like classic horror movies like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and even Hills Have Eyes, Spell is fashioned as people from a different background coming upon strange and deadly Southerners, here represented mainly by Devine’s character but also by almost everyone Marquis and his family meet once they get down to the Appalachia area.

The movie only really gets going once Marquis is trapped by Devine’s Ms. Eloise, and that’s where it turns into a supernatural-tinged version of Misery as he repeatedly tries to escape. I generally love Devine and glad she was able to get more of a lead role that may have normally gone to Octavia Spencer, but Devine has an even harder time getting past her likeable nature, and honestly? By the third or fourth time she has used the term “Boogity” – it’s used a lot – it become even harder to take the movie very seriously.  In general, the movie feels like the filmmakers were trying to throw in too many ideas and only some of them work.

What Tonderai has going for this movie is that he has made a sharp and stylish movie that ably builds the tension as it goes along. It even throws in some deeply disturbing gory movies as it builds to a bit of a revenge action-thriller by its crazy last act. Because of that, Spell finds a way to get past its derivate roots to deliver a thriller that’s likely to keep the audience’s rapt attention despite its issues.

Just in time for Halloween, Netflix releases HOLIDATE, starring Emma Roberts and Luke Bracey as Sloane and Jackson, two people who hate being single on holidays and facing judgment from their families. When they meet, they pledge to be each other’s “holidate” for any festival occasion for the next year.

High-concept R-rated Rom-Com warning!  Not that I’m NOT a fan of this genre when done right, and actually, director John Whitesell (of the “Big Momma” sequels) does a pretty good job getting a lot of laughs out of his amazing cast that includes Kristin Chenoweth (two weeks in a row!), Jessica Capshaw and more.

It’s a little weird seeing Emma Roberts, who I’ve met and interviewed since she was a teenager, in such a racy R-rated role that includes a lot of humor that would not seem out of place in Bridesmaids or an Amy Schumer movie. I’m sure she hates being compared to her famous rom-com star aunt, but Roberts really has mastered the comedy aspect of the genre that’s just as any meet-cute romance. It reminds me a little of two of my favorite rom-coms of 2019, Last Christmas and Plus One, and even if it doesn’t try to be particularly deep or thought provoking, it sure as hell is entertaining.

Despite there being quite a bit of silliness and even some low-brow humor in Holidate, it’s definitely going to be a lot of people’s guilty pleasure, because Roberts and Bracey are so absolutely adorable together. (This movie was so obviously made before COVID because there’s so much partying and Christmas merriment unlike anything we’re likely to see this year.)

Martin Krejci’s THE TRUE ADVENTURES OF WOLF BOY (Vertical) stars Jaden Martell from the “IT” movies as hairy-faced soon-to-be-13-year-old Paul Harker, who lives an isolated life with his garbageman father (Chris Messina). Frustrated by his secluded life, Paul runs away in an effort to find the mother he never met, making a few similarly odd friends along the way.

This is another movie that could have gone either way depending very much on the tone, but its tone is so all over the place that I never quite figured out if this was supposed to be a kids’ movie, something for young adults or just some sort of tax write-off that managed to convince a number of serious players like John Turturro (who has an exec. producer credit) and Chloë Sevigny to get involved.

Martell is generally no slouch himself, having had a number of starring roles, but it seems like this might have been filmed years ago because he looks and sounds like a 10-year-old. You don’t have to get too far into the movie before you see Martell with his hairy make-up, clearly inspired by The Wolfman, as he’s picked on by other kids and eventually decides to run away from home. First, he returns to the carnival where Turturro’s Mr. Silk puts Paul to work as a sideshow freak. That doesn’t work out so Paul runs off and encounters two wild outcast girls, played by Sophie Giannamore and Eve Hewson. That whole time, Paul is being pursued by a detective who wants to bring him home to his worried father.

Sadly, Chris Messina, who has been taking on so many more interesting roles recently, just doesn’t have a ton to do here, and others like Turturro, are so badly overacting it takes you completely out of the movie. The movie does get a little better once Giannamore and Hewson’s characters are introduced into the mix, but Paul’s story never does much to win over the viewer’s interest, so the movie never finds its footing. Even the sentimental final act that introduces characters played by Sevigny and the always great Stephen McKinley Henderson barely makes up for all the earlier silliness. It will be available On Demand and Digitally this Friday.

The movie above has absolutely nothing to do with Andre Gower’s doc Wolfman’s Got Nards (Gravitas Ventures), which is available via VOD right now. It’s a look at the 1987 movie The Monster Squad, which I never really was that into but there’s no denying that it’s the definition of a cult film, because I know so many people who are obsessed with this movie. (Some of are actually in this doc! Germain Lussier and Jen Yamato, I miss you guys!) Gower’s doc covers how the movie got made with Shane Black co-writing it with director Fred Dekker, who basically went on to make…um… Robocop 3. This isn’t quite as fun as the recent You Don’t Nomi in terms of a doc about one specific movie, although there’s a lot of great behind-the-scenes footage, and horror fans will love all the nerdy talk about making the creatures and physical effects for the movie. Maybe it’s because I haven’t seen Monster Squad in so long that I just couldn’t get quite as excited about this doc as others might. I think if you love The Monster Squad, this movie will make you plotz!

Another, possibly higher-profile doc is Frederick Wiseman’s CITY HALL , which will debut exclusively at venerable New York arthouse Film Forum’s Virtual Cinema today. It’s a four and a half-hour documentary that follows the day-to-day of Boston’s City Hall and Mayor Marty Walsh as they deal with situations both mundane and extraordinary (like the Red Sox’s 2018 World Series win) over the course of a few months. At 90 years young, Wiseman is a veritable documentary legend who has been working in that medium since the mid-60s with something like 45 or 50 films under his belt. (Some of those films have been and will continue to be streaming as part of Film Forum’s “Wednesdays with Wiseman,” many of them including Q&As with Wiseman and other Oscar-winning documentaries.) Surprisingly, I only first heard of Wiseman when he won two awards from the New York Film Critics Circle a few years back for In Jackson Heights (just over three hours long), and there’s no question he’s a master of what he does, which is cinema verité documentary that does exactly that… documents. I honestly couldn’t get past two hours of watching this stuff, but maybe that’s just me.

Also streaming at Film Forum beginning Friday is King (A Touch of Zen) Hu’s 1979 martial arts drama Raining in the Mountain, starring Hsu Feng, which should be worth a view.

Another interesting doc out this week is Julie Sokolow’s Barefoot: The Mark Baumer Story (1091) about a writer and activist from Providence, Rhode Island named… well, you can figure that out… who decided to walk across the country barefoot over 100 days in order to protest people (including a certain POTUS) ignoring climate change.  It’s a pretty amusing and quirky movie, and if you didn’t know better, you might think it’s a spoof ala the amazing IFC series Documentary Now, but no, it’s real, and Sokolow does a great job keeping this quirky average joe interesting through the film’s 85-minute runtime, although he does get a little annoying, because he’s one of those friends who will just not shut up while complaining about Trump… and this is during a walk that took place before Trump’s inauguration! It’s definitely a very unique and different political doc from others we’ve seen this year maybe because Baumer does seem so down-to-earth despite his kookiness. I liked this doc almost but not quite as much as My Name is Pedro from earlier in the year because it does show that weirdos CAN make a difference! It’s available pretty extensively right now on VOD and digital on most platforms including iTunes, Amazon, and more. You can watch the trailer below and find out viewing options HERE:

After a few months of offering Digital Live Screenings, Metrograph is adding “Ticketed Screenings” for those who don’t want to commit the insanely reasonable $5 a month for a membership. First up this Friday is Olivier Laxe’s doc Fire Will Come (KimStim) which follows Amador Coro, a man accused of starting a fire who returns home from prison to live with his mother in Galicia (the director’s ancestral home), an area for having a high number of wildfires. The film, which won the Un Certain regard Jury Prize at Cannes last year, will have a weeklong run, and it includes a conversation between Laxe and cinematographer Ed Lachman, and a collection of Laxe’s short films will also be available.

A few of the movies still available this week (at least through Wednesday) as part of Metrograph’s Live Screenings include Red Squad, The Werewolf of Washington: Director’s Cut, The Edge (as part of the Robert Kramer retrospective), and Roni Moore and James Blagden’s Midnight in Paris. You can learn more about all of these and joining the Metrograph with a digital membership at the Official Site.

Other movies out this week that I wasn’t able to get to:

US KIDS As an Act of Protest (Speller Street Films) Attack of the Demons (Dark Star Pictures) Madre (Strand Releasing)

Probably the most exciting news for those planning to keep Disney+ past the first free year they got through Verizon, is that The Mandalorian Season 2 debuts on Friday! Also, Parasite director Bong Joon-ho’s Memories of Murder is now available On Demand, so if you haven’t seen it yet… do it now! (Also, The Hostis on Hulu, so no excuse not to watch some of Director Bong’s pre-Parasite films.)

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title: you’re finally home!

rating: general audiences

archive warnings: no archive warnings apply

category: M/M

fandom: star wars episode vii: the force awakens (2015)

relationship: poe dameron/finn

characters: poe dameron, finn (star wars), leia organa, rey (star wars), jessika pava

additional tags: slight rey/jessika, this is so cute, i love these two so much

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Shaking his leg in anticipation, Finn was becoming very impatient and couldn’t wait for the afternoon to come.

Poe was returning from a two week mission where he and a couple of other pilots had to convince an outer rim planet to send supplies to the Resistance without being noticed by the First Order. Even though it was hard, they were able to make a deal with the civilians and they agreed to ship vital supplies to the Resistance such as medicine, clothes, and weapons. Poe and the rest of the pilots were expected to arrive around mid afternoon, according to Leia, with some supplies that the civilians provided for them.

Finn had not seen Poe since he had left and holo calls didn’t happen frequently due to the risk of the First Order tracking their calls on the planet. To be able to hug and kiss his boyfriend so lovingly again made Finn smile so wide his mouth began to hurt.

He kept on daydreaming about Poe when his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Rey as she cleared her throat in order to get his attention. Finn snapped out of his thoughts and began to blush as Rey giggled at how adorable Finn looked like that.

“Dreaming about Poe again I can assume?” Rey asked teasingly.

Finn blushed even harder and nudged Rey in the shoulder as she giggled even more.

“Well to be fair, I haven’t seen him in two weeks so cut me some slack here!”

Rey stopped giggling and looked at Finn kindly as she understood how Finn felt, since she’s had to wait for weeks as well when her girlfriend, Jessika, was out on important missions.

“I know I know, I completely understand; I mean, I feel the exact same way when Jess is away on special missions. It’s so frustrating when I can’t have Jess to cuddle and sleep with me or to have meals with me out in the beautiful forests of D’Qar and hold my hand as we walk around the huge lake in the middle of the forest.”

Finn nodded glumly as he remembered the lonely, cold nights without Poe’s body to hug him warmly, or the unnatural feeling of having meals without Poe holding his hand on the table and especially the tender moments where he and Poe would lie together in bed as Poe shared many fascinating stories about his life or tales about the Galactic Civil War and the Rebel Alliance told to him by his parents.

Rey saw the far off, melancholily expression on Finn’s face and patted him softly on the shoulder to comfort him.

“But hey, Poe is returning home today so you’ll be able to see him and resume your lovey dovey activities pretty soon.”

Finn rolled his eyes but smiled as his body began to fill with energy and enthusiasm simply thinking about reuniting with Poe again once more.

However, until he arrived, Finn needed to do something to distract himself or he would go crazy.

“Hey, I challenge you to a fight in the battle simulators until Poe arrives,” Finn said, knowing that Rey would accept any challenge or dare that came her way.

Rey’s eyes lit up with excitement as she narrowed them and smirked widely at Finn, ready to challenge him in whatever battle he asked her to do.

“Oh it is on mister!” Rey exclaimed.

Finn grinned as he and Rey raced towards the simulator room and reenact an imperial battle to pass the time until Poe arrived.

After several battles and a couple of losses, Finn sighed in exhaustion as Rey celebrated her fourth victory against Finn. Not a moment later, Leia entered inside the room to tell Finn some exciting news regarding Poe.

“Sorry to interrupt your fun here, but I just wanted let you two, especially Finn,  know that the pilots are approaching D’Qar and are expected to land in about 10 min.”

Finn’s eyes began to shimmer with joy as he ran up to Leia, hugging and thanking her as he sprinted out of the simulator room towards the runway. Leia smiled warmly as Rey crossed her arms, a compassionate, fond expression on her face.

When Finn arrived at the main hangar, he began to hear the slight sounds of aircraft approaching as he saw the X-wings getting closer and closer to the runway. He watched as they hovered in the air for a short while and landed in their respective landing pads.

Finn’s heart began to beat quickly in his chest as he saw Poe exit out of his X-wing, Black One, and take his helmet off. His shining, curly hair swayed beautifully in the wind as he glanced over the runway and laid his eyes on Finn. He smiled so happily as he began to run towards him. Finn ran as fast as his legs could run as he enveloped his boyfriend into a tight, warm hug. Poe hugged back tightly and buried his face into the crook of Finn’s neck as he inhaled his scent and smiled even wider that tears of joy started to form on the corners of his eyes.

“I missed you so much love,” Poe whispered.

Finn nodded as he cupped Poe’s face gently, rubbing circles on his cheeks with his thumbs.

“Oh kriff, me too,” Finn replied as he closed the short distance between them and kissed Poe with so much love and desire.

Poe kissed back with the same intensity as they poured all of their intense emotions- love, passion, devotion, and happiness- into that one kiss. They even involved a bit of tongues in that kiss as they continued to make out in the middle of the runway.

“Seriously guys? Right in the middle of the runway? You guys have your own room!” Jessika yelled in annoyance, even though inside she was happy for the two of them; however, she would not admit that to Poe or else he would tease her for eternity.

Finn began to blush as Poe puffed out a laugh and smirked at Jessika.

“Well, if my memory serves correctly, Pava, you wouldn’t stop making out with Rey on this exact runway after she returned from Ach-To until the General came to get her about five minutes later.”

Jessika blushed a furious shade of red as she punched Poe lightly on his arm.

“Hey! I had not seen her in three months! You’ve only been away for two weeks, the time difference is massive.”

Poe laughed heartily as he wrapped his arm around Jessika.

“Well, then I guess we’re both the overly sappy, romantic person in our relationships,” Poe said.

Jessika rolled her eyes but nodded anyways. Finn let out a light chuckle as his eyes crinkled with pure happiness.

He could not have been any happier to have Poe- his boyfriend, his happiness, and his future- right back home.

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Star Trek: The Next Generation: Season Four

-Welcome back to my semi-annual Star Trek: The Next Generation coverage! I need to get better at watching only one episode a week so I can make better progress than only two seasons a year. Today I am covering season four (trailer) of the BluRay collection I am gradually marching through. To catch up on my entries on the first three seasons, click here! Yes, all these photos for this entry were taken via outdated smartphone, so apologies for the lack of quality, but I felt it was worth it for some of the captions! -Continuing the trend in past entries let us kick off with notable cast changes for season four. The most noteworthy one is Mr. Wesley Crusher (Wil Wheaton) finally landing that spot in Starfleet Academy and departing the show a third of the way into the season. He had a great sendoff episode where Wesley and Picard (Patrick Stewart) go on one last adventure and he winds up saving Picard and the two have a couple emotional final exchanges I could not help but get wrapped up in. I thought Wesley was finally coming into his own the last dozen or so episodes he was on, but in the extra feature interviews he stated he was displeased by how we was treated by the producers in his final year on the show and did not want to pass up other acting opportunities for being the two main reasons he departed. I believe we get a couple more guest appearances from him in the remaining seasons, and for the rest of season four there is a rotating non-essential crew member every couple episodes filling in at the helm.

-If you recall the previous entry, season three wrapped with the critically acclaimed Best of Both Worlds cliffhanger where Picard became assimilated by the Borg. The season four opener wraps up that arc in a gratifying manner in how the crew rescues Picard from the Borg threat and restore him back to his original form. I want to emphasize again how important this episode was in terms of gripping narrative, near theatrical quality special effects and CG and how it was the catalyst for TNG finally being accepted by ardent fans of The Original Series and managing to overcome that show’s huge shadow. It was so groundbreaking that the two-part special eventually got its own special home video release. -The follow-up second episode of the season proved to be the quintessential ‘calm-down’ episode after the intense season opener. Picard takes some much deserved shore leave and visits his family back on Earth and we get to see them reconcile their differences when Picard’s brother gets him to break down his emotions from his Borg assimilation in a moving scene that will always stay with me. The secondary plot of that episode focuses on being introduced to the adoptive human parents of Worf (Michael Dorn) and how Worf overcomes the embarrassment of his loving family and they all wind up embracing each other. Normally, getting all wrapped up in an overly ‘lovey-dubby’ episode can be overkill for me, but I cannot think of a series that captured the perfect moment for it any better after the thrill-ride of the season opener.

-Speaking of Worf, season four proves to be a showcase season for everyone’s favorite Klingon. Aside from meeting his human step-parents, he later on becomes a sudden grieving widow in the same episode he meets the son he never knew he had. Season four finale is another two-part cliffhanger called Redemption and the first part that ends this season is all about Worf finally acting on Picard’s pleas to win back his family’s honor from the Klingon race after the big episode in season three where he covered up a Klingon controversy by taking a fall for a crime his family did not commit and being ex-communicated from the Klingons. The aftermath from that over the next year and a half was constantly referenced every couple episodes as a reminder from the consequences Worf had to live with so it felt like a justifiably big deal when Worf finally stepped up to overcome the shame cast upon his family name. Season four felt like a breakthrough season for Worf where his episodes no longer felt like ‘another Klingon episode’ to tolerate and I am now on board with all the way. -The holo-deck use seemed more dialed back this season. There is a fun mini-Dixon Hill excursion with Picard and Guinan (Whoopi Goldberg) which regrettably gets put to a halt early on. Picard shows off some funky laser racquetball skills, and Worf duels with Guinan in a laser-target shootout I never caught the name of. Also dialed back this season was the poker games which I only think appeared in one or two episodes this season and one poker scene wound up on the cutting room floor in the deleted scenes. I hope to see both of these fun distractions become more featured in the proceeding seasons. The Ten-Forward tavern scenes continue to impress however as much needed breather scenes where Guinan offers her sage bartender wisdom like only she can and she even gets to put a badass halt to a stereotypical barfight that erupts!

-For the rest of crew, Data (Brent Spiner) has a memorable episode where he plays three characters at once that sees the return of Lore and after a few teases finally seeing the on-screen debut of his creator, Dr. Soong. I usually am a fan of Geordi (LeVar Burton) centric episodes, but his season four episodes where he is brainwashed by Romulans and infected by an alien race were more headscratchers that did not have me quite invested. The same can be said for Dr. Crusher (Gates McFadden) with her big episode where she is romantically involved with a symbiote who needs to constantly change hosts that proves to be too much for her. I will recognize however season four for her emerging as a competent doctor for a change and finally saving some lives! Transporter Chief O’Brien (Colm Meaney) gets a first name this season, and more importantly gets married too! Like last season, the use of telepathy from Troi (Marina Sirtis) is sparingly used, but whenever implemented it is noteworthy and actually helpful. The use of Ryker (Jonathan Frakes) as a key crew member also seemed a little more toned down this season, with him only having larger roles in a couple episodes. -Season four I will chalk up as a win for recurring once-annual recurring characters for TNG. I was delighted to see Picard’s treasure hunter partner Vash (Jennifer Hetrick) return in the Q (John DeLancie) episode this season that has Q whisk away the Enterprise crew for a memorable mission in the Robin Hood universe where Patrick Stewart shines as the ‘Prince of Thieves.’ I will also mark season four as the first time the annual episode with Troi’s mother, Lwaxana (Majel Barrett) as a legitimate entertaining episode. I previously could not stand her, but in season four she stood out in imploring an ambassador she fell for to go against his culture’s protocol of mandated suicide at age 60. I liked the ways to get Tasha Yar (Denise Crosby) involved in the show again via estranged family members and more alternate dimension cliffhangers to wrap up this season. Props to them bringing back Reginald Barclay (Dwight Shultz) as a recurring crew member and his episode this season cracked me up where a cosmic blast leads to him overcoming his SAD to becoming overwhelmingly brilliant.

-Like previous seasons, I could not help but take notice of a couple episodes of TNG in season four I saw Seth McFarlane pay homage to in his current sci-fi show, The Orville. First Contact (yes a TV episode shares the same name as the eighth Star Trek film) establishes the rules for when the Federation of Planets recognizes the right time to well, establish official first contact with a new race, but only to see it be too much for the race to take in. Orville puts a twist on its first contact rules, but sees their own entertaining dilemma pan out when their cultures clash. In Theory has Data attempt to get involved in a romantic relationship with a crew member and that was replicated on McFarlane’s show when Isaac tries to maintain a relationship with that vessel’s doctor. Click or press here to see how the two shows contrast from each other with their respective androids trying to get romantically involved. -Like the previous seasons, Paramount does not disappoint on the extra features. Besides recycling past DVD extras, there are all new HD bonuses for the BluRay. Excluding a handful of commentaries, according to my notes I tallied up about four and a half hours of behind-the-scenes interviews. Yes, I watched them all for you dear readers! I will once again try to highlight the standout extras. Being a fan of Wesley and Picard’s father/son relationship I like how that is dissected in Selected Crew Analysis. Chronicles of Final Frontier and Homecoming provide valuable insight at the injection of new life a stable writing staff brought onto the show this season. Departmental Briefing indicate how Frakes and Stewart made the move to directing episodes starting this season, with Frakes especially getting more out of it and how it lead to him eventually directing a couple Trek films.

The showcase new HD extra is In Conversation: Star Trek’s Art Department which gathers several of TNG’s CG and special effect artists as they talk shop on how they were brought onto the show and share some of their favorite anecdotes for a little over an hour. I will admit some of it goes over my head, but it was mostly fun being a fly on the wall seeing these colleagues reunite and celebrate their favorite war stories. Random factoid I will forever remember from this was the artist’s disappointing writers for forcing them to tone down amount of phaser blasts they requested because they cost approximately $2000 to produce per individual blast at the time. -Damn, I babbled on for incredibly longer than I wanted to once again, but season four was a damn good season that warranted it. As breakthrough of a great year season three was for The Next Generation, I have to give credit where it is due for season four somehow surpassing it with a better overall quality of episodes. There are landmark moments for most of the crew throughout the season, and once again there is another two-part cliffhanger that has me anxiously awaiting to dive into the following season. Hopefully I will be back sooner than later this time…..no promises!

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When you’re ready to date someone again it won’t be with me

You said you’re not ready for a relationship right now

We been down this road before but it was different before it was cause you was trying to get and stay on the right path ,before with out really any words we became boyfriend and girlfriend I ask you to hold my hand and the next day we kiss ,before when you said you won’t ready to be in a relationship I understand and was more than happy waiting till you was ready for a relationship for a relationship with me or was more than happy just being friends , we would spend almost all weekends hanging out together at my house , we told each other we love each other ,we know we was attracted to one another with out really any words we was watching star war holding hands we started kissing as I ended up on your lap with out any words just feelings and what felt so natural and right we kiss nd become a couple.

Two years later you start talking to me once again and once again say you’re not ready for a relationship

It different this time cause It for different reasons and I get it , I understand

Maybe you’re still hurt and your pride still hurt from your last relationship but you don’t had to say things making it sound like you want to give us a another shot ,I’m cool with being friends again there won’t be the terrible of me wanting anything more but Nop you made it sound like you want to give us a another shot just t get me to go to your place than after we flirt ,kiss and had a moment like weeks later you saying bringing up how you’re not ready for a relationship yet

Well a romantic lovey dovey relationship that is

You say you love me ,I matter to you ,I’m special to you and you’ll do anything for me.

It sound like you say things to string me along.

But I said I love you to

I know ,we both know when you’re ready to date again it won’t be with me.

[lovemesomesurveys]

A

How artistic are you? Ha, I can color. That’s all I got.

Do you want to go to Africa? I’d loveeeee to visit giraffe manor.

AC/DC or Aerosmith? Aerosmith.

Do you know what Armenia is? Yes, it’s a country.

B

What’s your beer of choice (if any)? Ew, none.

Do you know the title of Buffalo Springfield’s one-hit wonder? Well, I had to Google it because the artist didn’t ring a bell, but I am actually familiar with their song.

Do you have a brother? (Do you like it that way?) I have two brothers.

Which bank do you use? Noneya Bank.

C

Which comedian do you most enjoy? I don’t have a favorite comedian. 

Would you ever live in California? I’ve lived here all my life.

Is it possible/likely that you’ll become a cat lady? *Dog lady, yes.

How many different countries have visited? Just one.

D

Do you believe there’s a devil? Yes.

Does eating dessert often make you feel guilty? No.

Can you legally drive? Nope. I haven’t gotten my license. Nor have I ever taken any lessons.

What have you been diagnosed with (if you don’t mind sharing)? I don’t want to get into all that.

E

How often do you drink energy drinks? I drink Starbucks Doubleshots pretty often. That’s the only energy drink I like. Where did you live when you were 11 years old? Different house, but same city.

Do you like the actor who played Edward Scissorhands in that movie? Why not say Johnny Depp?

Have you ever felt an earthquake? I’ve only felt effects from the aftershocks. This past summer was the first time I’ve ever felt it and it was such a weird feeling. I felt myself swaying and I had to lie down.

F

When was the last time you saw your father one-on-one? Last night.

Do you think French is the most beautiful language? Uhhh, sure.

Is Friday your favorite day of the week? I don’t have a favorite day of the week. They’re pretty much all the same to me.

Have you listened to Jimi’s song ‘Fire?’ Doesn’t sound familiar. 

G

Do you have real gold jewelry? No.

How often do you watch ‘Gossip Girl’? I never watched it.

Is Google your homepage? Yes.

Do you like Geico’s commercials? I thought a couple were cute.

H

When did you last feel happy? Hm.

Do you prefer Hollister, Hot Topic, or H&M? Hot Topic.

Did you dress up last Halloween? Nope. It’s been a few years now since I’ve dressed up. I’m over it.

Would you voluntarily watch the History Channel? Yeah, and I do.

I

Have you ever been on an island? No.

Would you be able to locate Indonesia on a globe? Maybe.

Do you know if Iceland or Greenland has more ice? Greenland, right? I thought they were actually opposite of what their name is or something.

Did you watch the last presidential inauguration? No.

J

Do you enjoy jogging? No.

On which instrument could you most easily play ‘Jingle Bells’? Piano.

How much do you know about John Lennon? I know he was in The Beatles, I know a couple of his own songs, I know he was married to Yoko Ono, and I know he was shot.

Do you know how Jell-O is made? I know how it’s made when you buy the powder stuff from the store, ha.

K

Have you tried Krispy Kreme doughnuts? (Was it love at first bite?) I have. I’m not a big fan, honestly. I like cake donuts better.

How many pairs of khaki pants do you own? Zero. Lol, that reminds me of Jake from Statefarm.

Have you ever been a fan of the Killers? Yeah.

L

Does it bother you when couples are lovey-dovey in public? No.

Do you have your own lighter (why or why not)? No. I have no reason for one.

In how many languages (besides English) can you count to 100? Besides English, I can also count to 100 in Spanish.

What’s your favorite lollipop flavor? I don’t care for lollipops.

M

Do you believe in miracles (why or why not)? Yes.

What do you think of shows like Maury and Jerry Springer? Dumb.

Do you care that Mars (the candy co.) uses deadly animal testing? I didn’t know they did. I’ll have to check that.

How did you form your opinion of marijuana? The research. 

N

How often do you sleep naked? Never. I would find that incredibly uncomfortable. I don’t like being naked. Like literally after a shower I quickly put my clothes back on. 

Do you actually check the Nutrition Facts before eating something? Sometimes, just out of curiosity.

Who is your favorite musical artist/band beginning with ‘N’? Nirvana.

How nerdy are you (in what ways)? I like to read and I love superhero movies and Star Wars. Some see those things as nerdy *shrug*

O

What do you think about olives? I like black olives.

Are you much of an outdoorsy person? Nope. How big of an Oprah fan are you? I wouldn’t say I’m a fan. That doesn’t mean I don’t like or anything, but I just don’t keep with her. 

How often do you shop online? All the time. 

P

Are you looking forward to your prom? If you already went, how was it? It was cool. I got to dance a bit with my crush at the time, so that was nice. ;)

How are your local policemen? They’re swamped because there’s a lot of stuff going on that keeps them busy.

What is your ideal PB&J sandwich like? Just good ol’ creamy peanut butter and grape jelly.

What do you think of the movie ‘Pineapple Express’? I thought it was so stupid.

Q

How true is the saying, ‘quitters never win and winners never quit’? Not always, but yeah pretty accurate. 

Do you prefer Quiznos or Subway and why? I don’t think I’ve been to a Quiznos, so Subway I guess. Not a big fan of that either anymore, though.

Have you learned the quadratic formula yet? (Do you remember it?) Yeah, back in middle or high school. Is that the ax^2 + bx + c = 0?

What is the one question you most want to ask someone and who? Hmm.

R

How many rooms are in your home? 2 bedrooms.

Do you like raspberries? I like some raspberry flavored things. 

What’s one of your best memories from during a rain storm? Getting caught out right in the middle of a rain storm while at an outdoor festival. I got soakedddd.

Have you actually read Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo & Juliet’? Yes, my freshmen year in high school.

S

Do you know any Sign Language? Only a few things.

What is your sleeping schedule generally like? Shitty. I’m typically up until 4AM and wake up around noon, waking up a few times in between. How well do you sing? I can’t sing well, but I still do it.

How often do you listen to 60-70’s music? I have a mix of genres from different decades on my Spotify, so it varies.

T

What do you think of Twitter? I like it.

How much do you value the Ten Commandments? I value them greatly. 

Are there many trees where you live? Yeah.

How much taller/shorter do you wish to be? “I wish I was a little bit taller.”

U

Where do you usually buy your underwear? Kohl’s. 

How do you define ‘ugly’? Something unpleasant. 

Do you like to shop at Urban Outfitters? I’ve only been to an actual store a couple of times, but I’ve been on their website several times and while they have some cute stuff, they’re way too damn expensive. 

V

Would you like being described as ‘voluptuous’? I wouldn’t be described that way.

For listening to music, do you like to crank up the volume or keep it calm? At a reasonable level.

Do you ever watch the annual Victoria’s Secret fashion show? Nope. It’s cancelled now anyway.

Would you agree that ‘variety is the spice of life’? Yeah.

W

Are you currently on wireless Internet? Yeah.

Can you recall memories of learning how to whistle? Nope.

Do you go to White Castle or just vicariously through ‘Harold & Kumar’? We don’t have a White Castle here, but the stores do sell their burgers in the frozen food section. I’ve only had those, not the real, fresh thing. 

Have you gone to Washington, D.C.? Did you like it? (OR-do you want to go?) I’ve never been.

X

Why did you need your most recent x-ray and what were the results? I needed a CT Scan for something. 

When it comes to ‘xoxo’, do you interpret ‘x’ as the hug or the kiss? I read it as “hugs and kisses.”

What does X stand for in Roman numerals? Can you write the previous number? 10. 9 is IX. Why do you think xylophones are only popular with young children? I remember playing those in music class sometimes in elementary school.

Y

Can you explain the meaning of the yin-yang symbol? They’re opposites. Yin is the negative, dark one and yang is the positive, bright one.

Did you know that yawning is contagious? It’s not always.

Would you like a bottle of Yoo-Hoo or it’s not really your thing? I liked the little box container thingy where you poked a straw in the top, ya know? The strawberry flavor is best.

Z

How many places’ zip codes do you know by heart? I don’t know.

What comes to mind when I say ‘Zero to Hero’? Hercules. 

[v-writings]

I'm going to build off of Kindergarten anon's hc about Professor Maximoff, if that's okay? So of course, Professoe Maximoff is all around a very happy, excitable guy, especially in his classroom because he absolutely loves Physics, almost as much as his s/o. Unfortunately, his students had a test today, so they were not looking forward to class; however, when Peter walked in, he looked even more excited than usual, which scared his students because why tf would he be so excited on a test (1/?)

day?? Of course, this made his students a little scared because that probably meant the test was going to be really hard. Peter’s smiling so big, that lovey dovey expression on his face as he passes out the exam. The whole class is holding their breaths, terrified to see what was on the test. Once all the exams were all passed out, Peter addressed the class to begin the test before sitting back at his desk to grade other papers. The students were pleasantly surprised to find out that the test was hard, considering it was Physics & Maximoff always put trickt questions on his tests, but it wasn’t any harder compared to his usual exams, much to his students’ relief. In fact, he was a bit nicer this time, picking some of the easier questions with a couple hard ones mixed in. Although he was a strict but fun & harsh grader, he was also fairly nice because he didn’t only look at your answers, but your work, & your work was worth more points than the answer, that way if you got an answer wrong but it was worked out correctly, he would give you the majority of the points. Anyways, near the end of class, his s/o quietly pops into his class, trying not to disturb his students but we all know how that goes: once the sound of an opening door is heard, everybody’s head turns to see who the visitor us. Peter was kind of awful at keeping secrets, so everyone knew this was his s/o, who was also another professor on campus. That dopey smile on his face instantly tripled in size as his s/o quietly walked over to his desk, his students watching in curiosity & amusement. “Hi,” he’d whisper excitedly to them, causing them to smile & laugh softly,“Hey, you. I was just wondering if you wanted to go see the new Star Wars movie with me after class?” in all honesty, he was too busy staring at his s/o lovingly to pay attention, but the second he heard “Star Wars”, his ears perked up.“Absolutely! They should be finishing their tests in a little bit, so wait for me in the Professor’s Lounge?”“Sure thing! I was going there anywhere to stash some Twinkies in my purse to take with us to the theater”“Babe…” his s/o winks at him & blows him a kiss before waving goodbye as they headed towards the door, & that’s when a few of his students in the front row noticed the huge rock on his s/o’s left ring finger & practically gasped, rushing to finish their tests so they could interrogate him in private, but he always just “I don’t kiss & tell. I’m too spontaneously hip for that” & his students practically beg him for the details but he just “Class is dismissed, I’ve got a movie to catch! See you all Monday; I hope you have a good weekend & don’t forget to read the next chapter for next week” & he zooms out of class before anyone can interrogate him further

i’m crying tears of blood oh my fucking god oh my god oh god this is perfect

[darling-dooju]

Butter, Milk, and Eggs {a Namjin Drabble}

Summary: Namjoon and Seokjin are newlyweds that spend their honeymoon at a grocery store.

Genre: Domestic Fluff, Cheesy Puns, Complete Nonsense

Length: About 2k give or take

A/N: Oh boy, my first ever BTS fanfic oh man oh geez. I hope this doesn’t suck. This was supposed to be short but I got a little carried away so here we are. Huge thanks to my beta @loveisfx you are my moon and stars and I love so much. If you find any grammar mistakes in this feel free to let me know and I’ll try to change it. (oh, and the moodboard was also done by me btw) Have a lovely day/night you sugar plums!✨

Most couples upon being married have a honeymoon. A glorious honeymoon, filled with lovey-dovey dates and often not as much sex as everyone thinks. They’ll spend their hard earned money on all of two, maybe three stays at a hotel (because hotels aren’t cheap and every second there is another second closer to bankruptcy) and look back on their brief yet blissful moments together as one of the best times of their lives.

Namjoon and Seokjin had considered the prospect of this oh so blissful honeymoon, calculated the amount of money they’d probably spend and simultaneously went “Meh”. They just got married! Isn’t the act of marrying itself the blissful, brief moment? Why waste your money at some luxurious location when you could just return to your lives as newlyweds and conquer the world together?

In retrospect, Namjoon and Seokjin should have probably had an actual honeymoon.

 It was 3 weeks post wedding, and Namjoon’s world was falling apart at the seams.  Namjoon had, at one point in time, been dead set on getting a house. A home he could own, his own little world, someplace he’d always feel comfortable living in. He had the money, having squirted the funds needed out of every orifice of his earnings. It was exhausting, it was stressful, but it was done. This mindset was all before he had met Seokjin of course, back when he was just a successful bachelor. Back when he was an English professor at the Yonsei University (amongst his students he was deemed “that professor whose class you can sleep in cuz he never notices”), with a perpetual first draft for what he had hoped to be the world’s most efficacious novel about the dangers of toxic masculinity. Too voluntarily overworked to realize he was lonely, too young and too clumsy to be taken seriously by his peers, and too single-minded to consider that, hey, maybe, the world’s most efficacious novel about toxic masculinity needs some perspective from women?  

 But that was then, this was now.  Now he’s with Seokjin, adorable, cute Print Office Assistant Seokjin, who makes him want to garden and wax poetic about living in the moment. Who coaxed Namjoon’s first draft out of him (Seokjin had smirked and pondered all throughout reading it. Namjoon almost had a heart attack) and because of this was the reason why “Let’s Murder Real Men” written by Ahn Hee-yeon, Park So-jin, and of course Kim Nam-joon became one of the bestselling novels in South Korea.  This meant he was writing full-time, this meant Namjoon was not longer the strapping young professor at Yonsei, but a bestselling writer with a well-known name. He was famous now and easily stalkable thus ruining his dream life of a comfortable relaxing, home for him to live in so now all he wants to do is live in the middle of wilderness cuddling Seokjin in a fort of blankets. No house, never.

 Seokjin is very used to not getting exactly what he wants, but that’s okay, Seokjin’s no quitter, he always gets what he wants eventually.  So right now, with dreams of a big beautiful house with soft pastel pink and gold interiors complete with secret wine cabinets…and a husband who’d rather bite off his own foot than deal with the thought of owning a house, he was simply waiting. Waiting to strike. Waiting for the perfect moment to enact his getting what he wanted plan.  

It took perseverance for sure, with Namjoon finding more and more excuses as to why houses were worse than Satan so it was rather difficult to even propose the idea of moving from their messy shared apartment. First it was the cockroaches he said, homes are more likely to get cockroaches; Seokjin had asked where he heard that from. Namjoon had said from a coworker; Seokjin then said “since when does Mr. Smart Guy not triangulate his sources?” so Namjoon replied with a shrug and a far too cute smile upon handing Seokjin his raspberry hot chocolate and it was then when Seokjin had succumb to the evil seductions of The Namjoon Temptress so the conversation was dropped. Then it was a matter of paying for the rhetorical house, Seokjin had proposed a lump sum payment, as they already had the amount needed, but Namjoon had suddenly decided a monthly rental system was the way to go and there was no convincing him otherwise. Even though it made no sense, considering they already had the money for a house and then some, what was the point of paying monthly? But Namjoon was stubborn, suspiciously stubborn. The worst of his “No House, Never” theatrics being his counterarguments to homes, such as an even bigger apartment, an RV, an actual tree house, or worst yet a fucking cabin. A literal cabin in the woods, probably prone to murder and loud birds. Seokjin was quite annoyed with his circumstances to say the least.

So it was these culminating emotions from both parties that led to the most tension-filled trip to the grocery store. Not just any grocery store, but the big, fancy grocery store an hour away from them because their local grocery store was shut down at the moment when a drunk driver drove straight into the damn building. Their goal was fairly simple; they needed butter, milk, and eggs so they were going to get butter, milk, and eggs in a timely fashion. At the big, fancy grocery store with absolutely no interruptions.

This did not happen.

Item One: Butter

Namjoon and Seokjin had no idea how this big grocery store worked. You would think the big signs indicating where specific ingredients are in each section would be helpful but as it turns out your eyes don't naturally gravitate toward the big signs hanging above you. So Seokjin decided it would be best to just make a loop around, as they’d have to find the butter sooner or later. However, Namjoon thought it would be a better idea to go to the far left of the grocery store, as that's usually where the dairy products are.

 "The best way to navigate a place you don't know is to use the knowledge you've acquired from previous places to find the right path" Namjoon said.

 "But what if the knowledge you've gathered is completely useless in this new situation?"

 "Well, what do you propose we do?"

 "Listen to me always."

 So with that they did a loop around, looking at all the fascinating ways off brand cereals label themselves as name brand cereals without actually ever saying the name brand, eating little free samples gathered around the produce area, and giggling over just how many vegetables and fruits look like penises because they're 9 year olds. This resulted in a penis pun war, with Seokjin always winning because he was indeed the Penis Pun Master.

They still had no idea where the butter was, but Seokjin had found the grocery store's bakery and promptly begged for the store's clearance Valentine's Day themed red velvet cupcakes even though it was March. In retaliation, Namjoon had gotten his weird plain "healthy" morning muffins.

Item Two: Milk

With the dairy section still nowhere to be found Seokjin had thought now would be a good time to try out his getting what he wanted plan, he tried to be subtle about it (well it was subtle to him at least), starting the plan out by saying “Don’t you think shiny hardwood makes the best kitchen floor?” This had led to Namjoon and Seokjin arguing over rhetorical house designs in the middle of the snack food isle. 

 "But wouldn't matte be better suited for the kitchen floor? I mean think about it, it’s rough with an oddly smooth finish. Your eyes assume it will shine but it doesn't, yet in its own special way it does indeed shine, it shines in a rustic, organic kinda way."

 "First off, Joonie, there's nothing organic about a matte floor, it’s carefully cut by carpenters or architects, or whoever it is that makes the floors. Then they're properly buffered to look less shiny by those said floor people. But why? Why ruin the shine of shiny things? They’re shiny for a reason and that reason is shiny stuff always makes things better. Shiny stuff sparkles and I will be damned if you say sparkles don't go well with everything."

 "But don't you think it’s a nice metaphor for our marriage? Not necessarily shining for the world to see, but subtly glowing with beauty in its own unique way? Isn't that what our love is?"

 "Joonie, I would do anything for love, but I won't do matte." Namjoon tried not to smile at such cheesy wordplay, but Seokjin was giggling and Namjoon was weak for Seokjin giggles.

Item Three: Eggs

If Namjoon and Seokjin had ever bothered to just look to the right of them they'd notice that they had already passed the dairy section three times already. It was right by the produce against the wall. However now Seokjin and Namjoon were currently in a very important competition of trying to knock each other's shoes off by stepping on their heels whilst making it seem like somebody else totally did it. Their conversations have veered many places throughout this grocery store run, like what exactly constituted a music box when most music boxes are in snow globes, and if that was the case what constituted a snow globe? And just why is it every single package for hot chocolate had a creepy little girl on it? What on earth were all the creepy little girls trying to imply? 

But inevitably their conversations, like always, finally get straight to the point. Seokjin was getting frustrated by the lack of progress in his plan, so he decided he was just going to go in for the kill.

 "So be honest with me Namjoon, you know full and well I want a house, and I've talked to your mother about it and she's said that you used to be very adamant about wanting a house. Why the sudden change? Is it because you only wanted to live in a house if it was by yourself? Why don't you like the thought of me living in a house with you?"

 “No! No, it’s not that, it’s just...well-” Namjoon licked his lips in contemplation.

 “I-I'm worried Jinnie, I'm worried about getting stalked and having reporters force me to interview them or whatever because I'm all famous now for some reason and it's so weird. Like, did you know, when I was trying to order coffee this morning because we were out of coffee bean packages at the apartment the cashier immediately recognized me?  Immediately! It was so wild, and I didn't know what to do. I'm not trying to sound all fake humble or something, it’s not like getting complimented or being famous bothers me per se, but it's just...weird. It's not something I'm used to. All I wanted to was write a book that would've helped me out when I was just a dumb teenager, but now all of the sudden I'm going to coffee shops and having weird stomach sweat because the cashier wants to know what a 'famous person like me' is doing in a simple coffee shop. And I just worry you won't want to deal with that. That this is like the end of The Graduate and all the adrenaline of romance and grand gestures is gone and you're faced with the reality that you don't like me. Cuz' I'm all weirdly famous and people keep asking you what your relationship with me is like and I just-"

 "Kim Namjoon."

 "Huh?"

 "Kim Namjoon, I've just noticed that the dairy section is right by us so I am going to go over there and get some gosh darn butter, milk, and eggs and you are going to sit there and be happy. You are going to sit there and be happy because I've decided that I will do anything for your love, including get a matte floor, because this whole grocery store has a matte floor and I'm realizing now just how nice it looks, and you are going to be happy because we are going to have a big house, big car, and just generally very big things. A house with colors you like and colors I like complete with a secret wine drawer, and a couch specifically made for cuddling in. Because I love you a whole bunch even though you say ridiculous things like how I might leave you, and that you were once a dumb teenager when we both know every teenager is somewhat stupid therefore none are. Okie dokie?"  

 "Ughhh… yeah okay, okie dokie."

 As you can see, no matter how it happens, Seokjin always gets what he wants in the end. Luckily, in turn Namjoon then always gets what he wants. What Seokjin wants is usually what Namjoon wants as well. Whether he knows it or not.

Turns out they actually had butter, milk, and eggs at home. Namjoon had bought some a day before because he's a preemptive buyer always trying to make sure they never run out of anything. But that's okay because Seokjin will just use it to make cupcakes far better than the grocery store's cupcakes and Namjoon will eat them, face covered in frosting. And the day will be remembered as their grocery store honeymoon, with many more to come. Because their marriage is not a compilation of brief yet blissful moments but rather one very big happy moment comprised of smaller, even better moments.

End.