Today's a very vERY special day. It's @savagearchitect 's birthday!!! 🎂🎂🎂🎉🍾
✨✨🎉🎉🎉HAPPY BIRTHDAY FER!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉✨✨
Here's a card I made for you with a cake made of snacks akdjakd
I hope you have an awesome amazing day!!! I wish you the happiest of birthdays! You deserve everything you wish for, and more. You deserve kindness, appreciation and love because you're an amazing beautiful person. I wish we could have connected earlier because knowing you and talking with you has been one of the best things that has happened to me in the last year. So here's to many many more if you allow me 💙💙 I appreciate everything you did for me, all the kindness you showed me and the support and I hope one day to reciprocate it 💙💙💙 i may not have much to give you on your birthday other than my words, (my poorly made bday card 😅) my love and my best wishes for you. You're an extraordinary awesome and talented person and I am truly lucky to have you in my life.
Lots of loveeee and I hope you enjoy the yummy meal coming your way!!!
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🎶 En tu cumpleaños, que seas muy feliz y todos te deseamos, te crezca la nariz, abre tus regalos, que seas muy feliz, con tus 200 años, pareces codorniz, heh! 🎶
I went with a Modern/Camping Trip theme. It’s a little NSFW towards the end but what else would you expect with that prompt? Hope you enjoy it :)
“Would you like top or bottom?”
He’s asking innocently of course. This is Jon and he’s just trying to be polite and give her dibs on which bunk she wants tonight now that they’ve made it to the shelter…if you can call it that. It’s a mere shack in truth, enough space to lay their gear and one sets of double bunkbeds to get them out of the elements.
“What I’d like is a shower,” she says with a touch of snarkiness because it’s safer to be snarky with Jon than to admit the thoughts that went through her head when he suggested top or bottom. Top me. Please, top me.
Gods, how will she make it through tonight with him so close and them all alone?
Everyone knows this is not ordinarily her thing at all but it was Robb’s 30th and he’d wanted to do this three-day hike.
At the time, it’d sounded rather idyllic; fall colors, crispy mornings, campfires and marshmallow toasting at night.
Instead, it’s insect bites (when, oh when will the bastards die off?), sore feet (the boots were cute-she had just failed to properly break them in) and sleeping on the hard, cold ground with only a half inch of padding and a sleeping bag separating her from the cold dirt (which is exactly as much fun as it sounds.)
The thing is, she’d allowed Arya’s scoff of disbelief and Robb’s sweet but downright insulting ‘You mean, you’d seriously go, Sansa?’ kind of push her into this. She should’ve just told them to have fun and that she’d bake him a big cake when they got back or something. But noooooo, you had to prove something, didn’t you?
So, here she is, a babe lost in the woods. Hey, I am rocking this plaid flannel even if I’ve not showered in…32 hours. Ick.
But, her cute hiking boots have caused blisters to develop. She’d tried stoically limping along in silence today as long as she could before Arya caught her by the stream with her shoes off and made a big to-do over her needing to get off her feet.
Then, Robb’s best friend (his scorching hot best friend) had volunteered to see her back to the shelter (one of the free ones the thru-hikers prefer) that they’d passed by earlier where he hopes to treat her feet, figure out how to pack her off back home and catch up with the others along the trail.
Oh, yeah…he’s an EMT. Jon’s very handy to have along on a hike. And very rugged with his scruffy beard and wearing his flannel and jeans. And way too sexy with his dark curly hair and chiseled physique.
He snorts at her longing for a shower and then suspends their gear from a strange hook apparatus. “Looks like we’ve got mice.”
“What?!”
“They love the shelters. Some people can’t clean up after themselves properly and ‘leave no trace’ as we say.”
“In that case, I’ll take top bunk.”
“Okay.”
Will she ever make it back to civilization?!
But an hour later, the mice have crept back into their hidey holes and Sansa’s feeling far less snarky and less in a rush for this night to be over.
They’ve eaten their meager meal. And instead of roasted marshmallows tonight, she’s getting a different sort of treat.
Jon’s massaging her feet, the parts that aren’t blistered anyway after he’s treated those blisters with some balm and carefully wrapped them in sterile bandaging. They feel almost normal again. And a foot massage is…well, she’ll never say no to a foot massage, especially from a man who knows what he’s doing.
“That’s sooooo good,” she moans. She doesn’t miss the way his eyes flash in response.
She should be embarrassed by this. She would be if she were stone cold sober. But Jon had pulled out his flask that he says he brought along for medicinal purposes and they’ve been passing it back and forth ever since he had her remove her boots.
He doesn’t tickle. There’s a steady pressure but not too much. He seems to know just the right spots to give special attention to. Is he a masseuse as well as an EMT? He sure knows how to treat a lady’s feet. What else might he know?
She rolls her neck and relaxes, the liquor uncoiling all that tightness in her shoulders. She smiles lazily and looks down at him. Her foot was edging dangerously close to his groin area. He doesn’t seem bothered by that. In fact, he’s staring back at her and kind of…
Oh, damn.
She leans forward, her chest heaving. “You’re really good at that,” she purrs.
He takes a second before he answers. “Thanks. Uh…all done.”
He pats her ankle and scoots away. She frowns and puts fresh socks on. The massage is over. She takes another sip from the flask.
“I’m sorry to keep you from the others tonight.”
“It’s alright, Sansa. I won’t miss Theon making jokes about cuddling for warmth. I won’t miss Grenn farting either.”
She snickers and nods. “I won’t miss wondering if I’m about to get eaten.”
“Were you in great fear of getting eaten out here?” he asks, his eyebrows waggling mischievously.
Eaten out? Oh, don’t give me ideas, Jon Snow, she thinks.
Except she didn’t just think it. Oh, shit!
“Uhhh…” He’s blushing and she’s made him uncomfortable. Great, she’s made herself uncomfortable!
“I’m sorry, Jon. I’m a lightweight when it comes to straight whiskey and I’ve not had a decent night’s sleep the past two nights and…I’m tired.”
“Yeah, okay,” he says, seeming to give himself a shake.
They both crawl into their bunks after mumbling an awkward goodnight. She stares at the ceiling of the little shelter feeling depressed now. She wishes her feet weren’t blistered and she wishes she hadn’t made Jon uncomfortable. She likes him…a lot. She always has liked him but spending the past two nights on this trek together she’s realized she likes him in unexpected ways. But she’s probably ruined that now. Figures.
She shivers in her bunk and tries to get comfortable. She tries not to think about mice. She tries not to think about Jon and what she might say to make things normal again. She wonders if he’s asleep. He’s quiet but maybe too quiet to be asleep. It’s hard to say.
“What kind of ideas?” he whispers in the dark just as she decides he must be asleep.
There’s an edge, a raw sort of rasp in his tone and she knows exactly what he’s referring to.
Her face heats up but that’s not all that’s heating up. “I could…show you…if you like,” she whispers back.
“I’d like for you to show me.”
She slides out of her bunk down to the floor as he unzips his sleeping bag. He raises it up to welcome her in. They’re soon giggling like children but they’re not children.
He tastes like his good whiskey with the vanilla and caramel notes coming through. He’s frantically unbuttoning her flannel while she’s shoving his boxers down, licking her lips and so eager.
“You want on top or…”
His words end in a long, low groan when she takes him into her mouth.
¿Puedo decir que amo tu universo de trillizos, pero aún más tu HappySith! AU? Me encanta tu estilo al dibujar y eres como mi modelo a seguir. Saludos y ovaciones desde México.
Mil Gracias por tan hermosas palabras! Realmente me siento halagada :’)
About the DM piano lesson. Have you tried learning the beat to "I didn't get to sleep cuz of y'all, y'all not gon get no sleep cuz of me" and playing it in the middle of the night to backup your case against noise when you're practicing? Love your blog 💖💖
