#I can imagine amanda counting down the days until they both turn 30

[youling-the-ghost]

random headcanon that popped into my head but y'know those pacts that friends sometimes make to marry each other if they're both single by the age of 30 or something?

yeah Amanda and Clarissa definitely had one of those pacts

[flyba3]

Endurance Game

A/N: Idk if this theme fits well together, but I'm gonna go for it anyway　ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

Genre: Smut, slight angst

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Summary: Y/N has been holding out on Jungkook, but because it's him it won't last long. Issa AMBW story!

Word Count: 2308

“Babe, are you ready?” Jungkook shouts as he walks to your bedroom door.

You dreaded today; normally you felt hyped for your couples workout sessions with kook, but today you have boxing class. You've always shown interest in being active, and meeting Jungkook was just the icing on the cake. Ever since you two have been official, his workout schedule became your schedule too. But it was just something about boxing that you couldn't stand… at first. Then, eventually, you grew to understand the sport, and you became some what decent.

“Kook, I'm nervous for today's match.” You told him as you prepped yourself while looking in the mirror. You were wearing black weight lifting shorts that fit perfectly around your chocolate thighs, a black -N- gray Nike sports bra with an all black hoodie showing off your round mounds, and gray socks with blue Nike slides.

“Well, babe… you look great.” He says in a slightly seductive tone following a low chuckle. You could see him walking towards you in the mirror, and eventually felt his arms wrap around your waist. As he starts to trace the tattoo on your hip, Jungkook places butterfly kisses on the right side of your neck.

“What happened to the Jungkook who was bugging me about getting ready an hour ago?” You questioned him trying your best to suppress your moans.

“That was before I imagined your thick chocolate thighs wrapped around my neck with my face buried deep in your cunt.” He mumbles into your neck as his hand gives your breast a final squeeze, before backing off of you. “ I guess you're right tho. We can't be late since we have our matches.”

You and Jungkook made your way to his car, and the ride just consisted of small talk about upcoming projects you both have coming up. Luckily traffic was light today, so the commute only took 15 minutes. Once you arrived to the gym, you felt your heart gradually increase its speed to start pounding against your chest as you got closer to the entrance. As soon as you walked in, you were slightly relieved that you two were one of the first to arrive. This gave you some time to run over a few moves with kook and  your other instructor.

Just as you started stretching, your opponent walked through the door. Amanda Hua. Amanda  wasn't only your opponent in the ring, but she also tries to compete against you for your own man. She’s from the states just like you, so sometimes she'll try to make smart ass remarks under breath in English just to get under your skin. But the real problem is that Jungkook is too stupid to realize that she wants him, or even to realize that she wants to beat your ass. Originally, you didn't have a problem getting in the ring with her, but that was before you actually saw her fight. You must admit that she has good technique, but it just meant you had to work harder.

“Hey, Jungkook. Good luck with your match! And don't forget...I'll be rooting for you.” She tells Jungkook throwing him a wink, and it was obvious her voice was dripping with lust. Obvious to everyone except for Jungkook.

    “Thanks, I'll be rooting for you too, Amanda.” He says forgetting that you'll be in the ring with her.

As she walks past you she whispers something slick to you in English, “ You heard that, Y/N? Kookie says he’s gonna root for me, but not for you? I wonder what else he’ll do for me, but not for you.”

You just give her the bird before she walks away because you're saving for energy for the match. After a few more minutes of stretching, you notice Jungkook looking at Amanda with her ass in the air. And to your surprise, he walks over to her and asks if she needs any help stretching. Then, of course, she accepts his offer, and they start going through stretches together.

You tried not let it get under your skin, since Jungkook was one of the instructors. And to him it was no big deal cause he would act this way with any of his other students, but you just didn't find it necessary for him to stare at her ass. Thankfully, class would start in a few minutes, so this wouldn't last much longer.

After 3 matches, it was your turn to step into the ring.  At first you didn't know if you could pull through, but then you remembered the reason you were fighting. Who you were fighting for… Jungkook. The moment you stepped in the ring, was the moment you faced the biggest threat to your future. As you stood in your corner, you saw Amanda enter the ring. She looked pissed, but still managed to keep that nasty ass smirk on her face she always gave you. It was almost like she was plotting some shit. The reff for your match was Christian, the other instructor.

Once you two touched gloves, it was time to protect your future. She threw a few sloppy combos at you, but she missed all of them. This wasn't like her. But you ignored it, and threw a few jabs at her mainly aiming for her face. After a few rounds you could tell she was getting tired, so you decided to take it down a notch.  But to your dismay, she started going buck wild. She was pushing, kicking, and she was about to spit on you until Christian came in breaking you up.

“What the fuck was that?” Christian asked Amanda as he walked her out of the ring, after announcing that you won the fight by technically.

It was finally Jungkook’s match, and he was nowhere to be found. After a few minutes of wait, you took the initiative upon yourself to look for him. While you walked down the hallway leading to the locker rooms in the back, you hear a thumping noise. Naturally, you went towards that noise, thinking you would find kook. And just as you opened the door, it seemed like everything you were fighting for in the ring all went down the drain.

“Doesn't that feel good, Kookie?” Amanda says as she rubs her hands on Jungkook's crotch with him pressed against the wall.

The scene that you just walked into consisted of Jungkook in nothing but his shorts, and Amanda laced all round his body. Just as you were about to walk in the room, you heard Jungkook about to speak.

“I bet it didn't feel good when my baby girl was destroying your ass. Shit...back the fuck off of me, cause I already got a pussy to destroy when I get back home.” He responds, untangling himself from her dusty ass.

Before either of the notice you, you back away from the door about to pretend you just started walking down the hallway. Just as you approached the locker room door, again, Jungkook walked out.

“Hey babe, give me a good luck kiss before my match.” He says while pointing to his cheek, but instead you tell him it was called off. Then you coldly walk away, making sure to switch your hips.

The ride home was painfully silent, no music...And no conversation because every time he would try to start one, you would shut him down replying with one word answers. The rest of the day you spent in your home office prepping for the upcoming week. Occasionally, Jungkook would come in the check up on you, but he figured you were in one of your moods since your energy hasn't change since the car ride. At 6:30 your started making dinner. By now you had changed into a wine red Floral Lace Bralette Bustier Crop Top and matching panties, Jungkook's favorite. Despite being angry with him, you still enjoyed teasing him.

While you were chopping the tomatoes, you felt a strong muscular chest against you back. When you turned around Jungkook’s lips landed right on yours, but it didn't last long.

“Babe, what's wrong? You've been acting like this all day.” He asks showing a concerned look on his face.

“Nothing, Jungkook. I'm just not in the mood right now. Dinner will be ready in an hour.” You told him slipping away from him, making your way to the refrigerator.

“Y/N, I don't know what's your problem is, but it won't be solved if you keep pushing me away.” He says walking to the balcony.

The rest of the night panned out to be stale, with you eating dinner alone in your office, and sleeping alone in the guest bedroom. If you were being honest with yourself, you would know that you're not still mad at Jungkook. But you kinda find it arousing denying kook. You wanted to see how long this would last, and to your surprise it went on for a week. A week full of cold responses, teasing Jungkook, and built up sexual frustration.

It was 3:00 am on Tuesday morning, and you heard the door creak open. You went to bed wearing a Bordeaux Kimono Pearl Gown which as see through over your silk rose gold lingerie set and you hair in a high ponytail with curls everywhere. But after your little session with you and your toys, you were left in just your lingerie. Before you could open your eyes, you felt your bed dip down by your legs. And eventually your legs were spread open and hooked around bare shoulders.

Jungkook started to lick and press soft kisses against your already wet core. While he pulled down your pantie you heard him let out a deep groan. He took both of his thumbs to open up your lips, and started licking on your clit and penetrating your hole with his thick tongue. After a few seconds of tongue fucking, he went back up to your clit and sucked on it for about a minute. By now you were wide awake and fully aroused. Just as he was about to reach for your purple dildo, you pressed his head further into your cunt.

“How does my chocolate pussy taste daddy?” You moaned as he pushed the dildo into your soaked pussy.

“So.Fucking.Good…” he says pounding the toy into you with every syllable, “But I bet you want this to be daddy's thick cock pounding you instead, right?”

After you didn't respond he pulls out the toy to ask you again. But since you felt defiant you didn't respond the sentence time.

“You wanna be daddy's little bitch tonight, huh? Well let's see how long you can last like this.” He says dragging the dildo to your tightly puckered asshole, and he starts to prod at it eventually easing its way in using his spit and your pussy juice as lube. After hearing your pleas and screams, he gets on his back.

“Baby girl, I know you want to squirt your sweet nectar all over me, but I think I deserve an apology for how you've treated me this past week.” Jungkook says while stroking his veiny cock and pinching the tip to force out some pre-cum. Then he signals you to come to his mouth, and he places the cum from his fingers on your tongue. As you lean in to start a heated makeout session, you replace his hand with his and your small delicate hands start tapping up his dick starting from the base.

“I’m sorry daddy for being such a tease all week, I was just jealous that bitch tried to take you from me.” You tell him easing on his cock about to ride him.

“Fuck! Why would I want her loose, stretched out pussy when I got you.” He says thrusting up into you while bouncing your round chocolate ass on his dick. The view in front of you turned you on to the max. His hair wet with sweat draped over his lust filled eyes, him biting his plump shiny lips, and when you leaned back you noticed that he was fucking you still wearing his sweatpants pushed halfway down his thighs, which was one of your biggest turn-ons.

As you started feeling fucked out, Jungkook picked you up still on his dick and took you the window. From this angle you felt him pound into you G-spot.

“JUNGKOOK, I’M ABOUT TO CUM!” You screamed as you felt his cock massage your inner walls.

“Fuck, baby go ahead. I wanna fill this pussy with my hot cum.” He tells you increasing his pace while sucking on your nipple poking out about the cup of you bra.

As you cum on his dick, one of his hard thrusts makes you squirt soaking his dick and lower abs. After you squirt on him he lifts you completely off his cock and he drops you back on again causing you to cum a second time, and on the final time he releases his cum hard into your pretty pussy while shuddering a bit. After you both deescalate, you drop into a squat and you take his member into you mouth. As you suck on the head you feel a mixture of both of your cum drip from your core. Once you clean Jungkook dick completely from cum, he removes your head with a pop and pulls you up to him; pecking your lips.

“Babe, you don't have to worry about any woman taking you from me, cause you're the only one I want my kids to call mommy.” He cooed caressing you belly before picking you up leaving the guest room and taking you to your shared bedroom.

A/N: ;-; finally finished, now I'm off to finish some hw! -_-

[kennethherrerablog]

Here’s How Much it Cost One Woman to Fund Her Drug Abuse, Then Get Sober

The first time Amanda McKiernan took drugs intravenously, she was sitting on the edge of her then-boyfriend’s bed. At 21, she was nervous but ready for a stronger high.

She had used opioids in the past but had stuck to swallowing the pale blue, 30mg Roxicodone pills whole or snorting them crushed. This was different.

“It was an overwhelming, foreign feeling,” McKeirnan, now 30, told The Penny Hoarder. “This really strong drug just hits you all of a sudden. You just feel it throughout your whole body. I remember panicking for a minute.

“It passes, but then that feeling is what it becomes about,” she added. “That’s the feeling you’re trying to get to. It’s terrifying at first, but then that’s all you’re after.”

It’s impossible to quantify everything McKiernan lost each time she got high in her 10 years of misusing drugs  — a relationship with her younger sister, lifelong friendships, the career in photography she dreamed of as a high schooler. It’s easier to measure those years, and her three years of sobriety since, in cash.

That high cost her $15.

Cough Syrup, Then Cocaine, Then Opioids

Her addiction didn’t start with opioids.

When McKiernan was a 14-year-old cheerleader, a friend told her if she took enough cough medicine, she’d feel a buzz. After that, it was marijuana.

By 16, she was using cocaine.

For her first six months on the drug, she and a friend would spend $60 on 1 gram of cocaine every Friday. That would be enough to last them the weekend.

By the end of her junior year of high school, that went up to 2 grams. Her senior year, it was 3 1/2 grams, or an “eight ball.” That would last them the week.

She and the friend she used with had their daily ritual: They both caught the bus to school, and whoever got there first would wait for the other in the bathroom near the art classrooms. They could usually count on that hallway being deserted.

The walls and floors in the small two-stall bathroom were covered in white tiles. The first stall was larger — big enough for both girls to fit inside.

“We definitely tried to make sure — if at all possible — that no one was in there. But if someone was, we would either flush the toilet or turn the sink on, so if we were snorting a line, they couldn’t hear it.”

They wouldn’t talk much in there. They had to be quick if they were going to make it to class. At lunchtime, they met up again — this time in the concrete outdoor bathroom near the cafeteria.

Estimating conservatively, McKiernan and her friend used more than $9,300 worth of cocaine during their final two years of high school.

That doesn’t include the money she spent on Parrot Bay rum nearly every weekend or the times she was short on cash and someone else would cover the cost. It doesn’t even include her summertime drug use, which was often more frequent but varied too widely to calculate.

To fund the drug abuse, McKiernan worked part time at a grocery store, and then at a pizza shop. Her friend worked as well, and the two split the cost of the drugs.

After high school, McKiernan’s drug use rose and fell depending on how much money she was making, and which friends she saw most often.

First, she stuck to cocaine. Then she tried meth and crack, but neither became a habit. Later, she tried muscle relaxers. By 21, her drug use grew to include heroin and powerful prescription painkillers.

Prescription opioids and illegal opioids like heroin caused more than 42,000 overdose deaths nationwide in 2016, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention reported. Last year, President Donald Trump said the ubiquitous cases of opioid addiction and deaths had become a national health emergency.

The first time McKiernan tried the Roxicodone pills, she balked at the $15-per-pill price tag.

But then, “I did it and it was so strong, and I thought, ‘This is why this costs so much money,’” McKiernan said.

Within a year, she was shooting up Roxicodone with the help of her boyfriend, who would eventually father her daughter Calie, now 8.

At Least $300 a Day on Drugs

By 22, McKiernan was a single mom to a 6-month-old daughter. She took a job as a dancer at a South Florida strip club.

There, she could make more than $1,000 in a single night. Suddenly flush with cash, McKiernan and her friends had more access to drugs.

She went from one pill at a time to buying 30 pills at once. At the time, that was only enough to last three days. Then she moved on to the Dilaudid pills, an even stronger opioid that cost her up to $30 each.

She spent two years taking between six and 10 Dilaudid pills a day.

While working at the strip club, McKiernan said she got close to one of her regulars, a wealthy South Florida businessman. Soon, she stopped going to the club, because he covered her expenses.

He rented her an apartment in a building near the beach. He bought her a series of high-end cars that she either wrecked or failed to maintain. And every time she saw him, he’d give her money that she would spend on drugs.

One weekend, he gave her $14,000 and she spent every penny of it on a hotel suite, drugs and alcohol for a party she had with a few friends.

On an average day, she spent about $300 on Roxicodone, Dilaudid or other drugs.

A conservative estimate of the cost of her regular drug abuse over the span of a decade is nearly $385,000.

That number does not include the amount she spent on alcohol or the periods she spent using less expensive street drugs. During those times, the cost of each drug and the length of time she used it varied too widely to come up with an accurate estimate.

Still, those costs were only slightly lower. When she was tight on cash and couldn’t afford the painkillers, she’d get heroin instead. That could cost between $80 and $120 a day.

Except for a few brief stints in rehab — one lasting 24 hours and the other 48 — that were each thwarted when the withdrawal symptoms kicked in, McKiernan didn’t give quitting a serious try until she was arrested in Martin County, Florida, with pills, marijuana and a crack pipe in her car in 2015.

She was 27 and faced a felony drug possession charge.

The Cost of Getting Sober

To avoid a felony conviction, McKiernan agreed to enroll in drug court, a substance abuse treatment program for first-time offenders. The agreement was that if she made it through the program successfully, her charges would be dismissed.

But as she soon learned, sobriety comes with costs, too.

McKiernan went through two rounds of drug court. The first lasted about four months. Each week, she had to pay $30 to cover the cost of mandatory drug testing and another $30 for counseling. If she missed or failed a drug test, she was off to jail.

That happened twice. The first time, she spent three nights in jail, and the second time it was two weeks.

“I used to pray for her to get arrested,” McKiernan’s mother, Pam, said. “If she’s in jail, she can’t do drugs. She won’t die.”

After being jailed the second time, McKiernan had two options left: Spend a court-ordered 10 months in a Pembroke Pines, Florida, rehabilitation facility for mothers fighting addiction or spend that time in jail.

She chose rehab, where she could be with her daughter.

For the next 10 months, McKiernan’s parents bore the brunt of the cost of their daughter’s addiction.

Every Friday, they drove the 90 miles south from their home in Hobe Sound, Florida, to Pembroke Pines to see McKiernan and pick up Calie. Then every Sunday, they would drive down again to bring Calie back to her mother. It cost about $45 in gas for the two round trips each weekend.

Over the span of 10 months, that’s $1,800 in gas alone.

On average, her parents spent another $100 a week paying for food and clothing for McKiernan and her daughter, while also making sure Calie had toys. That’s another $4,000.

But the thousands of dollars they spent in the 10 months McKiernan was in rehab was just the most recent of the expenses her parents took on from her addiction.

“The emotional part you can imagine,” Pam McKiernan said. “Lots of sleepless nights, lots of crying, lots of begging… But there’s the financial part, of course. We took care of Calie most of the time. So we had the extra expense of that.”

Before Amanda McKiernan went to rehab, most of the responsibility and the expense of child care for Calie fell on her parents’ shoulders. Day care alone cost between $85 and $120 each week for four years — more than $17,000 total.

Pam McKiernan estimates she and her husband spent at least an additional $10,000 helping to care for Calie and buying groceries for Amanda over the years.

And the expenses didn’t stop once McKiernan left rehab. She immediately had to begin her second round of drug court. That meant another six months of drugs tests and counseling sessions for $60 each week.

Her parents covered the cost for the first three months before McKiernan got a job at Dunkin’ Donuts. Her minimum wage pay was nothing compared to what she had pulled in as a dancer.

If she made that kind of money now, she probably wouldn’t be sleeping in a bottom bunk bed in her parents’ two-bedroom house. Her daughter sleeps on the top and her sister sleeps in a separate twin bed in the same room.

McKiernan said she visited her old strip club a couple times after she completed rehab and drug court.

“I would have to be high to work there, and I didn’t want to get high,” she said, making it clear that even if sobriety meant a financial setback, it was worth it.

The Lasting Costs Are Financial, Emotional

This summer, McKiernan was invited to speak to a group of people in drug court. Some were graduating, while others were just starting.

Among them was a graduate who managed to stay sober even after her sister’s overdose death and another just starting out who wasn’t sure if she’d be able to go without using for the next two weeks before her drug court officially began.

“I’m scared for them and their families,” McKiernan said after she spoke to the graduates who would no longer be required to take weekly court-ordered drug tests. “Tonight is going to be a hard night.”

For McKiernan, the past three years of sobriety have been about slowly forgiving herself, regaining the trust of her parents, rebuilding the relationship with her sister and making up for all the years she lost.

Weeks before her drug court speech, she quit her job at Dunkin’ Donuts. She graduated from a medical assisting program and got a new job that pays a bit better. She still can’t move out of her parents’ home yet, but that’s OK. She doesn’t want to rush things and get in over her head.

Her father is proud. He said he never thought he’d get to see her graduate from the medical assisting program. He couldn’t be happier about the change he’s seen in his oldest daughter.

The costs her parents bear now are minor in comparison to the years prior — their electric bill is a bit high because of the extra people at home.

But they don’t focus on that. Instead, they revel in having their daughter back. They work quickly to build up their retirement funds now that they have the money to do so.

“You don’t see the pain and the hurt that you’re causing while you’re in it,” McKiernan said. “Now, I have a kid. I would never want to go through what my parents went through — just not having any control and just wanting and wanting and wanting your kid back, and you can’t do anything about it.”

Occasionally, McKiernan will drive past where she was arrested or a place she used to use drugs. She has even crossed paths with her old dealer. He was happy to see her sober and didn’t try to offer her drugs.

These run-ins with her old life were tough at first. Now, they simply remind her of how far she has come.

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Desiree Stennett (@desi_stennett) is a senior writer at The Penny Hoarder.

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