#they're so stupid i'm crying LOLLL

[majormeilani]

Alright, leave it to my tired af brain due to sickness to come up with extremely stupid shit.

So, I saw your drawing of your OC this morning and took a nap this afternoon (it's currently around almost 8pm here) And then my brain blessed me with the following comedy.

DJ Grooves and Conductor, for some unknown reason, were inside Cassidy's hotel, they had some kind of conversation and then, Conductor being himself, made a rude comment about Cassidy's hair style and Grooves made a rather snarky remark too, I don't remember what exactly they said, but it resulted with Cassidy whistling and the normal- and pompadour crows started to chase after the two.

Both of the directors gasped and started bolting down the long hallway that was basically where my viewpoint was from, meaning that I could see Conductor and Grooves hightail it out of there, whilest being able to see their faces and the murder of crows that were chasing after them.

Grooves went down another hallway to his right, while the yellow owl kept running. Out of nowhere, a doorbell rang and both Conductor and the crows stopped. Conductor open the door that was apparently right in front of him exclaiming: "Oh! Me peperoni pizza!", (A thing of note is that everyone spoke English, normally I dream in my mother tongue),before handing basically me the money for his food. Conductor then took a sharp right, eating his pizza while running. Apparently the two hallways merged at the end and Grooves joined up with Conductor and grabbed a slice of his pizza before the dream abruptly ended.

I swear my dreams are like acid trips sometimes, but I thought I'd share that one XD

LMAOOO that's really funny jxhdhsdidduidkf

conductor running with a pizza is a hysterical image. also cassidy whistling to summon a group of crows to chase them is so real he probably would do that HSHSHSKFDHDFKLC

[taegularities]

i think i included this as an option last time and you picked the other one so i'm throwing it in again lol say drabble for the first time they slept together at that party? 🥰

fic: songs about you

pairing: fwb!tae x reader, childhood best friends to lovers; fluff, smut warnings: sexual tension, unprotected sex, manhandling, rough sex, fingering, crying, big dick tae, masturbation, drunk and bathroom sex (i seem to love that), they're also so cute :((( wc: 1.7k a/n: awh i remember that it was one of the options 🥺 and you know i love that couple so much, i'll keep coming back to them <333 btw ari, please tell me why this almost made me cry lolll. this took ages omg... also, unedited !!

ask my character! <3

"You remember when you'd invite me to those events during senior year?" you ask, closing your tired eyes for a moment.

Taehyung is as gone as you, perceiving his surroundings in a neverclearing blur. He looks at you with confusion in his starry pupils, and hums, "Hmm?"

"You'd take me to those parties, and I'd hate it here."

"Still hate it?"

"Despise it. You rich people spend money on parties that no one will remember."

"Ouch," Taehyung jokes, "it's not like I'm the host. No need to diss me."

"Well, your eighteenth birthday party was a lot more fun when we went to that burger place. The official, fancy one? Eh."

In your head, your speech is clear, but you bet that you're mumbling and swallowing words; not that it's any kind of challenge to him. He'd understand through your movements alone.

"Tell me then," he says, the tone of his voice shifting. His eyes are dazy, and his breath smells like bitter alcohol. "What was so great about the burger night?"

Your and Taehyung's friendship dates back to an easier time. When you'd gather with your friends, hunched over your homework and projects. Living through high school days, complaining about its pain as though no bigger issues existed.

Back then, you guess they didn't.

Taehyung liked to play the piano to you. The feeling that engulfed your heart back then, listening to every gentle note he gifted you, was still a veiled one.

Today, things have changed. Realities have shifted. Maybe you're not head over heels in love with him – maybe – but you still know what lingers in your heart.

And the inebriated version of you has a lot less inhibitions; a lot less fears to voice her mind.

So you say, "It was just us. You and me. The entire night felt a little different, you know? Maybe because the diner was empty that time..."

"It was empty. I liked it, too."

You move a little, though you soon realise that you shouldn't have – because the world is spinning.

"But it was the first time that I really hoped for you to kiss me."

Wait. What?

Why are you saying that? For fuck's sake.

"Kiss you?" Taehyung asks. When you look at him, his forehead is wrinkled in confusion.

Oh God, what have you done?

"I'm sorry," you hurry to exclaim.

"No, I... wait, tell me more about this."

"...Why?"

"I just. It's not every day that your best friend says anything like that."

"It's so dumb. I know, it's really fucking stupid."

"No, I..."

He gulps. Looks around. The guests are busy conversing, fake laughing, stepping onto their own dresses, discussing whatever the party's purpose might be.

But Taehyung's focus is somewhere else.

Which he proves when snatches the glass off your hand, placing it along with his own on a nearby table.

And then, he's pulling you away from the crowd, somewhere where none of you will be missed.

Your heart bursts behind your chest, hand clutching his in anticipation.

"What are you doing?" you inquire, slower in your heels than him.

"You just..." he shakes his head, whispering your name. Halts when you reach the bathroom, rushing to open the door and pull you inside. "You can't say that and expect me to stay calm."

"Why are you... not ca–"

"I–" He's breathing heavily, blinking slowly. Holding you against the door, not entirely sure what he's supposed to do.

"Why did you never tell me about that?" he prods.

"I... didn't think it was necess–"

"It's important. Of course it is."

And that's all you get. There's no more chance to say much more; the palms on your waist silence you.

So does the way he pins you harder against the door.

And so does the plush mouth that falls on yours, hard and greedy.

Whatever you thought how this evening might evolve... that wasn't it.

The following minutes, the entire night pass in a dense fog. You barely breathe – he doesn't let you.

He explores your body. Kissing up and down your skin. Sheds your clothes, touches every part that you need touched. You've dreamed of this before.

You didn't think it'd actually happen. Ever.

"I've fucked so many women, wishing they were you," he admits at some point, fucked out and drunk beyond belief.

Until now, most of his and your utterances consisted of moans, each others' names, crude curses. Until now, you blamed the booze, the effect it has on you, the craze that flows through your veins.

But the way he's looking at you now... despite his lewd statement... it's something else–

"Have you?" you want to know; a tight knot builds in your tummy.

"This is unreal."

"Tae..." You squirm in his grip, gasping when curled fingers press against a spot inside you. "Fuck me, please. No more wishes... I'm here now."

"Are you sure? God, I..."

"I am," you promise immediately, "I am. I... thought about this a lot." He stares at you in silence and tenderness. Like he can't believe what you're saying. "And besides... I've always wanted to be the one to wet your dick."

Taehyung chuckles, a deep, soft sound directly from his chest. He looks sweet like that, but when his lips return to your neck, his demeanour changes.

Buried in your skin, pecking your shoulder, he guides his cock to your clit. He doesn't do much yet – except for the torturous teasing, rubbing the head against your nub, toying with your patience.

And when he's had enough, he leans back.

A strong hand turns you swiftly, pressing your cheek against the door and pulling your ass back until you're angled. Palms firmly against the door.

His length continues to prod your entrance, never quite shoving it inside, no matter how wet you already are.

But he breaks. Of course he does.

You hear him spit into his palm, and close your eyes in anticipation, taking a deep breath before he finally gives in.

You saw his member just a minute ago – if it's anyhow as menacing as it looks, you're screwed in the best way possible.

Quite literally.

"Careful, yeah? You'll tell me when it's too much?" he says. His voice is strained. He's heavy breathing.

"Mhmm..."

And that's when you mewl.

Louder than before, shaking in your spot.

Taehyung is quick to slap a hand against your mouth, muffling your sounds as he dives in inch by inch. "Nod if you're okay."

You do. Though you can't suppress the constant moans that fall out of you. And he makes sure to silence that sound.

There's something about it.

Having your best friend and long-time crush fuck you against the door. Thrust into you gently first, before he picks up on pace and rails you into oblivion. The way he's controlling you and your undying moans, hand never leaving your lips.

The tears that escape your eyes fall on his fingers, and when he notices the sensation, he tenses. "You good?"

You nod hastily, sure that your make up's smeared. God, you'll need to leave after that.

"Good. Holy fuck, that's hot."

Which is when you realise that he didn't tense solely because he was worried.

But because he's enjoying your reaction.

Of course he is. Kinky bastard.

"More? Harder?"

His suggestions come broken, every other syllable swallowed. Fuck, he's battering your pussy. Ruining you, slamming his hips against your ass.

Shit, how did you get here?

You nod once more, and he laughs, presumably surprised that he's still not pushed you to your limits.

Delightful.

So he drills you rougher, burying himself to the hilt, balls deep inside you; breathing hard, losing his mind when your fingers shift to your clit.

A minute later, you're coming undone – swaying so hard that you reckon you must be moving in circles, until you realise that it's just in your head.

Mind empty, you let the high ebb down; he’s still fucking you, chasing his own release, guiding you through your orgasm.

And when he pushes in one last time, remaining in you with his entire cock buried, you think you’re dreaming.

The deep, reverberating groans of his are insanely dizzying. You can’t do this. You can’t– how did you–

You didn’t know. You didn’t know that intimacy with him entailed all that. Where was this insanity all your life? Why didn’t you reveal your thoughts to him earlier?

Fuck.

“How... was that?” he dares to question.

“It was...”

“What you imagined? What you wanted?” There’s cockiness in his voice. But somehow, there’s worry, too. “Better... worse?”

“It was– just right.”

“Okay. Good.”

He remains in the position, leaning in to kiss your shoulder, your back, your arms. Then, he pulls out, immediately backing away to grab some toilet paper. He cleans you up; you wince.

And then, he says, “Look at me.”

You turn around; the ache between your legs is too tangible. You’ll feel it harder tomorrow, you know.

Still swaying, you slip your eyelids open. Gaze into his; there’s affection and post-coital bliss in his stare. Something you can’t decipher as he brushes your hair back.

Thumbs wipe the remnants of your tears away, hopefully clearing your cheeks of the make up.

You don’t know what he’s thinking until he claims, “You’ve always been so pretty, Swan.”

Your eyes widen; you put your palm on his hand, lifting it to your lips to plant a gentle kiss on his skin. “And you, Tae.”

“Do you wanna leave?”

“Yeah,” you answer, no hesitation in your words. “Please.”

And so you do.

Goodbyes are uttered in a hurry, the car ride in some cab a faint memory.

At his place, you fall into each other deeper. Kiss every inch of him, hugging him close, moaning the night away.

To you, this is still just a drunken night’s mistake. You’re sure you’ll talk about it in the morning. Think about the next steps in your relationship.

You’ll wonder what the hell happened, and how a single confession could lead to something this big.

You won’t know that it’s the beginning of something you’ll never be able to fathom.

Or that there’s unbearable pain ahead. Joy. Lust. Love.

Or that you’ll become his song; the very last he’ll ever play on loop.

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i’ll edit this later, but oh my god i hope it was okay !!! some quick smut :’) lemme know what u think <3

[a-song-for-ages]

Now I'm crying because Aemon becomes mesmerized by Aurelia's talking of how she's a great lover of dancing, and literature, and the arts - and, how she's the first reason why her brothers absolutely hate dancing.

Because when they were younger, and they'd spend their days in the training yard, she would patiently wait for them to be free in the afternoons so that she may practise her dancing with them...

And she would wear horribly pointed shoes and she would - without fail, step on their toes a hundred times each

And Aemon is just looking at this sopping mess of a girl (sopping because of the rain), when she turns her attention to him and asks him what he likes to do

And then she asks about his dragon

And he's heard of her many pets - she's a hound, and a cat, and she's planning to get a hawk, if only she could go hawking with her brothers... but she'll find her way - by nagging, of course.

And Aemon laughs - before she brings up dancing once more, but this time, she wants to go stand in the rain - but he stops her, because she'll get even more soaked, and her dress will weigh her down, and it'll be difficult for her to walk with the weight of the dress... and Aurelia's surprised by how far he's already thought of it. Not to mention, he brings up her getting sick with fever - which he has a feeling would be a most terrible thing for her family to deal with.

She only sighs and tells him, "I suppose you make a good point. I am their only daughter after all," but she's sad and says she's considered weighing her options and she thinks she should go out if only for a moment - for one spin, one spin only, and then she'll come back under the gazebo thing.

Aemon tells her if she wishes to dance so badly, then he could dance for her, for one spin only, for he does not wish his toes to fall victim to her feet.

She lifts her dress and shows him her shoes (and ankles, lolll), and she says, "They're not pointed, so you've no reason to worry!"

And then she tells him that while she does love dancing, she wishes to do it in the rain. Aemon tells her he shall not leave until the rain does, and they flirt a little (with Aurelia not knowing she is flirting, because it just comes so naturally to her, in that moment conversing with the Prince).

And Aemon convinces her then to just have one dance with him - and before she begins, she tells him this is an awfully romantic thing, and he asks if it is so awful, and she only shakes her head and says, "No, tis not, even though you may wish for it to be with another - but have faith in me, my prince, I shall find you a lady worthy of being your princess, I swear it."

And Aemon tells her she needn't look for a lady for him to marry - he's found one already.

And she demands he tell her who - with her listing ladies she thought would compliment him (she mentioned Jocelyn Baratheon, and he laughed, before saying no - she says she's glad he's said so because that would mean she could match her with Oleander and have her be her new sister - seeing as she failed to get Alyssa interested in Oleander lolll)

Considering having Aemon ask her certain questions regarding him, so as to see whether she likes him or not... before he approaches his parents regarding his want of marrying her.

She tells him the ladies would be stupid to not want him - and he tells her "I do not care for the many ladies' opinions at this moment... only yours, as a friend, and a confidante, and, an advisor, I suppose."

Aurelia quite likes the sound of advisor - and it makes her smile so brightly, her dimple shows, and her cheeks hurt so much that she has to cover her face and pinch her cheeks together to stop the pain.

Aurelia tells him he shouldn't worry for his wife's view on him - because he's a Prince, everyone would like a Prince (she says, "I suppose," shrugging, and then Aemon turns the topic to her)

"What should you look for in a husband?"

And the rain is slowing down to a drizzle, but the continue talking.

Aurelia tells him she's quite content in Highgarden, with her parents and her many brothers. She cannot ever think of leaving them... and she knows her parents does not wish for her to be so far from them, and she sighs, pushing the memory of her mother telling her to snatch Aemon, to beguile him if she could, out of her mind, only saying, "I should like for him to be kind, and gentle, and strong, and wise enough that I may always take a lesson from his words... but not so wise that I fall asleep every time he opens his mouth."

"Very specific there, my lady," he says, smiling down at her.

And Aurelia smiles shyly at him - she never told her mother what she told him, she only ever told her mother she wished for someone who would be kind to her, cherish her, and love her and protect her against all odds... what she told Aemon in that moment felt a little... secretive. Intimate. She'd never said it out loud - until she said it to Aemon then.

And it was the fact that he did not scoff at her that made her feel as if she could truly find someone of her description in the land. Or - if she could not find someone, then perhaps Aemon could. For her. After all, she offered her services in matchmaking to him and he (and his siblings, on behalf of him) accepted it.

Brb giggling deviously rn.