#but the snacks were usually like bags of chips or crackers

[cavityinmybrain]

just got vivid memories to being in a psych hospital stay and getting to have 3 meals a day + 3 sandwiches a day because of my eating disorder. all of the other patients were so pissed everytime i got a sandwich between meals

[badbtssmut]

Every week your boyfriend’s friends come over for a game of poker and a round of fucking.

Admin note: originally a stepincest fic but rewritten to a Namjoon and best friends smut, some parts changed or rewritten

Contains: free use, passed around, riding, rug burns, double penetration vaginal, anal, words like slut and whore, blowjobs and handjobs, missionary, doggy

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Admitting to your boyfriend that the idea of his friends’ cocks inside of you, was terrifying to say the least. You were so convinced that he’d snap, get upset or would look at you with disgust but to your surprise, you got none of that. Instead, you were met with a gentle smile and a warm embrace.

“I want to see their cocks in that sweet pussy too.”

Your boyfriend was amazing in bed, Namjoon’s cock made you see stars and you could never get enough of bouncing on his cock, but his friends’ cocks made you feel pleasure in more ways than one.

Tonight, it was the usual night; poker night. Or rather, something was different. Instead of four of his friends, two more tagged along, which you didn’t mind one bit.

The men were seated around the table, a few bottles of beer scattered around the surface along with their cards and chips. Namjoon was at the head of the table, his chair slightly pulled back from the edge to make room for you as you straddled him.

“Who is winning?” You asked, leaning your head back to rest on his shoulder as you ground your hips against his, his hardening length straining against his jeans.

He smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him.

You felt the material of the leather jacket press against your back, and you knew what you were wearing was driving him wild. It was a simple, white button down, but you had taken your bra off before you went downstairs and the thin material was see-through and did nothing to hide your hard nipples.

You wore a skirt as well, short and black and a bit frilly around the edges, something Namjoon had bought for you the week before, and a pair of white thigh highs.

"You are." Namjoon whispered in your ear, his fingers trailing under your skirt and teasing your soaked cunt. “Please, go get us some snacks?” He requested, pushing you off his lap and patting your ass, and so you went to the kitchen.

You popped open two bags of chips and crackers and placed them on a big plate, pausing as you first unbuttoned your shirt and let it slip off your body, leaving you in nothing but the skirt and socks.

After you added the drinks and a bowl of candy, you brought the tray out, the men looking at you with lust in their eyes, some looking at you and back to Namjoon in surprise, as you walked out, your breasts jiggling with every step.

“See? Didn’t I tell you she has nice tits? They’re as soft as they look let me tell you that.” Yoongi whispered to the man sitting next to him, Jungkook.

“Damn.” The new friend, Jungkook, muttered, unable to keep his eyes off them.

You sat the platter on the coffee table and went to sit on Namjoon’s lap again. He leaned in to kiss you and his hand trailed to your back, unzipping your skirt before pulling it off you and dropping it to the floor.

The game continued, and you saw the men all take out their cocks one by one and start stroking, clearly turned on by your presence.

“Go on, go give our guests a ride.” Namjoon whispered in your ear as he pushed you off his lap once more. And you were barely standing on your own for a second until someone yanked you closer and you fell on Hoseok’s lap, his cock pressing against your soaked folds.

Hoseok wasted no time in lining his length up with your pussy and thrusting into you, and you moaned as you sank down, his girth stretching you deliciously.

“Always so soaking wet, do you wait on us all day, angel? Can’t wait till we fill you up? Is that it?” Hoseok ran his tongue over your neck, causing you to shiver.

“Yes, get so wet thinking about your cocks.” You admitted, causing Yoongi to stroke harder out of anticipation as he was next.

“What a good girl.” Jimin cooed, leaning over the table and pressing a kiss against your lips. You moaned against his mouth as Hoseok trusted into you. He pulled away and you let out a small breath.

You rested your arms on the table, the wood cold under your palms as you began bouncing on Hoseok’s length, moaning every time his cock hit the sweet spot deep inside you. The poker game continued, along with some casual chatting, all men glancing your way here and there as they eagerly awaited their turns.

When you were done with Hoseok, a hand shot to your arm and pulled you off him, pushing you towards another lap.

Yoongi held you in place with one hand as the other guided his cock into you, and the angle was deeper than with Hoseok, his cock hitting places you didn’t know were there.

“Y/N, shit, you can take cock so well, must’ve practiced a lot, didn’t you?” Yoongi’s hand traveled to your tits, groping on the left boob.

And just like that, you rode all of the men until they all had their turns with you, but it didn’t end there.

It was only the start.

The poker table was left abandoned as you and the men moved to the livingroom, some sitting on the couches, others leaning on the wall or standing.

In front of them was you on the living room carpet, Jungkook pounding into you, his hand on your throat as he choked you and fucked you. You were on your back, hands clawing at the soft rug and mouth hanging open, whorish moans and cries leaving your lips. Seokjin tapped his cock against your mouth, making you look at him, and you took his cock between your lips, sucking him eagerly as Jungkook pounded you. The man could no longer hold back as he became overwhelmed by the hornyness he felt as he watched how you were passed around.

“Told you so.” Taehyung chuckled. “She loves cock so much, she can keep on going forever if we’d let her.” He crossed his arms as he watched the younger grip onto you tighter, sweat rolling down his face as he couldn’t get enough.

It was pure bliss, being stuffed at both ends, and soon enough Jungkook and Seokjin had switched places, Jungkook fucking your throat now as he tugged on your hair, making you look at the others who were jerking off, watching the show. Yoongi joined your side and wrapped your fingers around his cock, guiding them up and down his length, and your other free hand was wrapped around Taehyung’s cock.

It was chaotic, the men went crazy for you. Everytime there was an empty spot, they’d rush in to take it, and they nearly fought over who got to pound into that sweet pussy this time. One moment you were riding Taehyung, and the next you were giving Namjoon a blowjob. It was overwhelming but so fucking hot how they went crazy for you.

“Fuck, if you think her pussy is tight, you need to try that ass, holy shit it's heaven." Jimin moaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he thrust into you, hands holding your legs wide apart, spreading you open for him.

The men didn’t needed to be told that again, all impatiently waiting for their turn. They couldn't wait to have your ass, the mere thought of having their cocks in your ass making their cocks throb.

You were on all fours, ass raised up in the air, face pressed into the carpet as the guys fucked you from behind one by one. They were rough, and the carpet burned your skin, but you didn’t care. Your body was sore and sensitive from the hours of constant fucking, your holes used and abused, but you wanted more.

They were like animals in heat, and you were their only outlet.

You had a break for a few minutes, and so did the guys, before Namjoon pulled you onto the couch, onto his lap.

“I don’t know how the fuck you do this, you can never have enough, huh? Always wanting more?” Namjoon spoke as he kissed you.

"Can't help it, love the way you all fuck me, I want more, always more." You admitted, your words breathy and weak.

You heard the men murmur something amongst themselves and the next thing you knew, the guys were surrounding the couch, their cocks in hand.

"Go on, put them in your mouth." Namjoon said as he spread your legs wide apart, exposing your dripping pussy to everyone, his fingers spreading your folds, showing everyone how soaked you were.

Your hands grabbed ahold of the two closest dicks, pumping them a few times before putting them in your mouth. Namjoon scooted back against the sofa and your body rested back against his.

"Grab the rest of the cocks, sweetie. Let them have your hands." Namjoon ordered and you reached for the other cocks, wrapping your fingers around them.

Your head was spinning from the sudden overload, the men surrounding you, the cocks in your hands and mouth and the feel of Namjoon's thick length buried deep in your ass.

You felt someone’s tip push against your pussy, and soon enough, their cock was sliding in, Taehyung beginning to fuck you as the others used your hands and mouth.

“What a good girl, taking in two cocks at the same time.” Namjoon was thrusting his hips upwards, his cock pounding into you as the others fucked your mouth and pussy, and you were a mess, a whiny, whimpering, moaning mess.

"Shit, her hands feel so good."

"Yeah, and her pussy, so tight."

"You like sucking my dick, princess?"

You couldn't reply, not when the guys were stuffing your mouth and pussy, but you could make sure they enjoyed themselves.

Taehyung panted as he slammed into your pussy, his head dropping to rest on your shoulder. "Ah, she's milking my cock so well, shit, you are such a good whore, never met someone this good before.” Taehyung whispered.

"She loves being praised, don't you babygirl?" Namjoon said as his hips snapped upwards and you moaned around the cock in your mouth, the vibrations making Yoongi groan.

"Fuuuck, she's so wet. Shit, she's really into this."

"Of course she is, she's a slut."

Then, you felt another cock brush against your folds, and you looked down to see Hoseok lining himself up with your already stuffed pussy, ready to slide in. Taehyung moved up, making room for him.

“Are you sure you can take all this cock?” Namjoon teased, but then, Hoseok began thrusting and you couldn’t form any words, your mind and body overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Fuck, this feels so good, so tight." Hoseok moaned, the men's moans filling the room.

You couldn’t think, couldn't focus on anything except the cocks filling you up, stretching you, and the sounds the guys made, their praises and their curses, the way their cocks twitched in your hands and mouth and how they throbbed in your holes.

“Ah! Ah!” You could barely moan, the sound muffled by the cocks in your mouth, your eyes rolled back at the sensation— fuck, you were so stuffed. You glanced down to look at your pussy and the sight was filthy, the three cocks pumping in and out of your stretched holes, you didn’t even know your body could do this.

Taehyung increased his speed, his teeth gritted as he pounded into you, his thrusts becoming frantic, his cock twitching, and then he came, his cum filling your pussy, the white substance leaking out of your filled hole.

Taehyung left but his spot was soon taken by the others, and they all kept going, fucking you, filling you up.

They took turns, and it went on for what seemed like hours, the men coming one after another, until only Namjoon was left.

Namjoon laid you down on the couch before he lined his length up with your pussy and slid in, fucking you into the sofa, the piece of furniture shaking under you, the wooden feet scraping the floor.

You were a whimpering, moaning, fucked out mess, unable to even beg for more. Namjoon was pounding into you, his hips slamming into yours, his hands digging into the soft skin of your thighs as he pulled your legs wider apart.

“Look at you, covered in cum, all holes used and abused, and you’re still taking cock, aren't you? Such a good slutty girl." Namjoon's cock brushed against a spot that made you whimper and he smirked, focusing his thrusts on that spot, his thumb moving to rub against your clit.

It was all too much, the pleasure overwhelming. You couldn’t take it, your body spasming, toes curling as an intense orgasm washed over you.

And, a second later, you felt a hot load fill your pussy and Namjoon collapsed on top of you, his cock twitching inside you, still filling you up.

You were spent, completely exhausted, but you had loved every single second of it, and so did the men.

You panted, taking deep breaths, it was intense, and as you laid there, you started to think to yourself how lucky you were that you managed to find so many trustworthy men to fuck.

When it was time to leave, the men stood in a row to give you a farewell kiss, and it was just you and Namjoon.

“Did you have fun?” He asked as he pulled you onto his lap.

“Yeah.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around him.

“Good. We did too.” Namjoon leaned in, pressing his lips against yours.

[archangeldyke-all]

something short and fluffy about making lunches for sevika

enjoy gays! love, angel :)

men and minors dni

i like to think she moves you into her apartment pretty early on in the relationship. (uhaul lesbian sevika the loml)

she doesn't work normal hours, usually coming home in the early hours of the morning and leaving in the late afternoon, so when you get up every morning (after about half an hour of convincing sevika to let you leave the bed) you have your mornings to yourself.

the two of you don't have time to cook that often, but you make sure to keep the cupboards and fridge stocked with snacks and deli meats for easy eats.

about a week into living with sev, you start tucking snack packs and granola bars into her cloak's pockets and satchel before you leave for work.

one night she mentions it casually, thanking you with a gentle kiss to your head for the chips you had hidden in her bag. you decided to step it up a notch after that.

it starts with paper bag lunches. peanut butter sandwiches and a piece of fruit, wrapped in wax paper and signed with a heart from you.

when you have time in the mornings, you write her a little note, something quick and simple. 'love u baby,' or 'u + me = <3.' it gives you a laugh to imagine sevika finding the notes while shes at work, getting flustered in front of silco or ran, trying to crumble up the note before they can see it.

but a few weeks later you're in her office waiting for her to finish some paperwork, and you see the little notes you've been packing her taped up behind her desk in a neat little row. (you crawl under her desk to give her some sloppy head after this particular discovery.)

after this you decide to take your lunches to the next level. you carve out a good 20 minutes in your morning routine to dedicate to her lunches.

you start baking. nothing serious, just quick treats you can pop in the oven in the morning. cookies, brownies, muffins. you always pack her two, in case she decides to share-- but you doubt she shares.

you start cutting her sandwiches into hearts like a lovesick fool.

your notes get a little longer. quick lists of the things you'd like to do to her once she gets home, sometimes innocent, sometimes not. little love letters, haikus, doodles of the two of you holding hands.

you buy increasingly ridiculous snacks at the store for her, chips with wild flavors, crackers in the shapes of various animals, bright candies and air puffed vegetable sticks. you switch out the napkins and old receipts you'd been writing her notes on out for some heart shaped sticky notes.

eventually you bite the bullet and buy her an actual lunch tin. you try to find something subtle, something that matches her vibe, but the closest you can find is a purple tin with black polka dots decorating it. she scoffs at the sight of it, but takes it with her to work every day and brings it home each night, empty besides a few crumbs.

the intimidating image of her stomping down the street with her usual scowl is somewhat obscured with the addition of the little lunch pail swinging along in her grip, but not enough for anyone to say anything to her.

you ask her one night if it embarrasses her-- tell her you can go back to using the paper bags. she pouts.

"fuck no. i like my lunch box. you got it for me." she says simply.

sometimes, instead of a note you'll snap a dirty polaroid and throw it in her pail. your cleavage, your ass, a shot of the matching set you're wearing under your work uniform. each time you do, sevika comes home with a dark look in her eye and fucks you for hours on end.

"you're such a fuckin' tease. had to work five more hours knowing you were at home wearing these. nearly quit so i could come home and get my hands on you sooner."

when she's having a particularly rough week, you'll roll her a hefty joint and pack it alongside some extra snacks for munchies. these nights, she comes home and drags you to the couch to cuddle for hours. she burrows under your shirt, breathing in the scent of your skin and mumbling about her day as you rub her back.

one day you come home from work to see the purple lunch pail still sitting on the counter. it breaks your heart to think of sevika going without her food and note, so you scoop it up and march down to the last drop to hand deliver it to her.

at this point, the bouncers recognize you, they move aside to let you in with a nod. you navigate through the rowdy crowd looking for your girlfriend. eventually you spot her in a heated conversation with a few of silco's goons, pinching the bridge of her nose and snarling. the man beside her flinches every time she moves. you smile.

you let her finish her little lecture before approaching her. the second her eyes meet yours, her face melts. the tension in her shoulders falls, the stress in her face disappears into a soft little smile. when her eyes catch the lunch box in your hands, her eyes go big and round.

she scoops you up into her arms, clinging onto you, burying her face into your neck. "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." she mumbles. you giggle, kissing her hair.

she drags you to her office, forcing you to sit on her lap, alternating feeding herself and you bites of the food you packed her.

"you make a good housewife." she mumbles around a mouthful of food. you laugh.

"gotta be a wife for that." you snort, elbowing her. you expect the usual laugh and smack on your ass you get when teasing sevika about marriage, but instead you're met with silence. you look up at her.

"would you wanna be?" she asks, so soft and quiet you would've missed it if you weren't looking at her. you blink.

"sevika." she looks at you, her eyes sparkling. "you are not about to propose to me in your office." you command. a guilty little smile creeps up her lips. you raise your eyebrows.

"no, i guess i'm not." she says. you giggle, nervous and giddy.

"no, you're not." you confirm. she pouts. "'cause if you want me to say yes, you at least gotta get me some flowers. and you gotta do it somewhere you haven't disemboweled someone before."

"doesn't leave very many options open for me." she grumbles. you laugh.

"you'll figure it out." you say. "or you'll just have to wait 'til i propose to you." you tease.

"fine." she huffs, shoving the remainder of her sandwich in her mouth. "just as long as you keep making me lunches."

[daegutowns]

salt and sesame seeds (lsm)

tags: puppy love, bf!dokyeom, gn!reader, established relationship, dokyeom is such a wholesome boyfriend, his eyes only see you, you’re the light of his life, but you cannot take him anywhere, everything is a side quest, dokyeom loves words of affirmation

grocery shopping with your boyfriend was always fun. he always found a way to cheer you up. a lot of things reminded him of you, and you would be the first to find out. dating dokyeom has always been that -- fun. you can’t count the amount of times he has tugged on your sleeve and said, “hey, y/n, doesn’t this remind you of--” and proceeded to remind you of a funny moment you had together. it was almost impossible to stop smiling around him. 

but sometimes the smile didn’t stay…. and it was usually because you cannot take this man anywhere. 

“we should get this too,” dokyeom said, grabbing another bag of chips and dropping it in the cart. “limited edition holiday flavor!” 

without waiting for your response, he grabbed another box on the shelf. “and this one,” dokyeom added in again, holding up a box of rice crackers. “you like these when it’s cold outside.” 

you wonder how you got here. you were supposed to go make a quick grocery trip alone before dinner since your boyfriend was still out with his friends. he wasn’t due back until right before dinner, so you still had time to run to grab a bottle of salt and sesame seeds. 

your plans were derailed when you saw dokyeom and his friends on the walk over to the grocery store. as soon as he saw you, his eyes lit up, bid his friends a quick good-bye, and ran over to trap you in a big hug. he was always sooo happy to see you. if you didn’t know any better, you would be able to see his lil’ tail wagging back and forth. 

and that’s how you ended up at the grocery store with your boyfriend with a cart full of snacks, chips, and no salt or sesame seeds. 

you watched him hug his cookies as he studied the aisle once again. “mmm, y/n, i think we should get these chips too. they’re your favorite, right?” 

“kyeom, we need salt and sesame seeds,” you told him, eyeing the lack of ingredients in the cart that you came for. 

his head whipped around to you, puppy eyes activated. “are these not your favorite anymore?” he asked you, worried about his choice of chips. the boxes of cookies were dropped into the cart immediately, but his hands were reaching for the chips already. 

your heart melted, unable to stay annoyed at him. “no, they’re still my favorite,” you replied with a smile on your face. you wrap him up in a hug, leaning your cheek on his warm body. “thank you for thinking of me.” 

“you don’t have to thank me, you know,” dokyeom hummed as he closed his eyes in content. he loves your hugs! his arms wrapped around your waist comfortably. 

“i know, but i want you to know i love you,” you replied, your voice slightly muffled by the material of his sweater. “let’s grab the salt and the sesame seeds so i can cook for you.” 

your boyfriend was the first to pull away, excited. “why didn’t you say so before?” dokyeom pushed the cart over to the spice aisle with a renewed vigor, completely forgetting about the overwhelming selection of tasty treats and snacks he was previously enraptured with. 

you could barely contain your smile. “yah! wait for me!” you giggled, chasing him down. 

by the time you got there, he was grabbing at the brand of sesame seeds you two usually used and was throwing it into the cart. “hurry, y/n. i get to taste your cooking tonight, so we need to get home sooner.” dokyeom told you, feeling giddy. 

“you goofball,” you laughed. “now you wanna hurry up? what happened to your million snacks?” 

he leaned over to you and planted a quick kiss to your lips. “my apologies. i’m just excited.” 

ugh, he always had a way of making your stomach erupt into butterflies -- even now!

even at the checkout line, you could see him bouncing since he was so excited. his card was paying for everything (even the extra cents for some plastic bags) before you could even register the old lady at the checkout telling you the total. 

“what a sweet couple,” she commented with a smile. “enjoy your night, you two.” 

“thank you,” you both chimed back, taking your bags of food. 

as you stepped outside into the chilly weather, dokyeom’s arm brought you closer to him to share his warmth. his lips pressed onto your forehead in an affectionate kiss. “i love you, y/n.” 

“i love you too, kyeom.” 

[jillsandwhichs]

Our Future Day's

Joel Miller x Reader series , Chap 5 , Cherished Times

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Pairing: F!reader & Joel Miller

Summary: You and Joel spend Friday evening together, you get high and have a great, memorable talk

WC: 3.6k

Type: SFW

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Friday, finally. The day has officially come but it feels like no time has passed since you and Joel, along with little Sarah, had a meal together. That dinner was excellent, it had you contemplating the night you three had the rest of the day and even the past two days. Now, all you've been doing is sitting in your kitchen, at the centered island counter and waiting for Joel to arrive home.

He texted you a bit earlier saying he'd be working later than usual, but by ten, he'll be home. You're still unaware of what it is he exactly has planned for you, but you're excited nonetheless. The idea of actually hanging out with him one on one sounded great, you two haven't been able to do so yet, but finally! You enjoyed being with Sarah, of course, but you and Joel didn't get to engage in topics you wish you could have. Maybe tonight is the night you'll be able to.

Becker was being a good boy too, just laying on the kitchen floor, huffing out to himself. Becker isn't used to being alone as often as he has been, but he'll adapt. You always make sure to leave some lights on along with the television, without some brightness and sound, the dog would go mad. He'd go mental. Sometimes, while you're at work, you'll speak to him through the monitor you bought on Tuesday, just so he feels a tad bit more comfortable being lonely.

Nonetheless, you were on edge about seeing Joel. Before you left his home the other day, he seemed so on the DL about why exactly he wanted to see you on Friday, especially later at night. You didn't care, not at all, but your inquisitive side was surely curious. All you had to wait for was that large, black truck to pull up onto your guy's shared street, then you'd know he's home. You plan to text him before going over there too, not wanting to intrude too early.

Your head quickly turned at the sound of your iPhone buzzing on the counter, shaking as it did. It could only be one person - Joel. You picked up your phone, clicking the power button with your thumb and reading off the notification. It was him, thankfully.

"On my way home now, bring a snack with you or something, a drink or two too."

His message was short and sweet.

You didn't fully grasp why you'd need to bring snacks and drinks though, you two definitely weren't going to a movie theatre, it closes after the last showing and that was damn near an hour ago. But whatever, you suppose, you luckily went grocery shopping recently so bringing some stuff over to his house wouldn't be an issue. You messaged back ASAP, hopefully he wasn't already driving home, no texting and driving allowed!

"Sure thing, but why, if I may ask? Lol..."

You also intended to keep your messages short.

You don't want to seem pushy or obsessive, no man likes that. Joel seemed like the type to not really know his way completely around a phone besides texting and calling and maybe some crappy mobile game he downloaded. The idea that Sarah would use his phone to play silly, girly games was adorable, most parents allow their children too, you doubt Joel and Sarah are much of an exception.

As you put your phone down, you stood up and opened the pantry door right beside you. You weren't all too stocked, you've only lived in Austin for a week, so there wasn't much but you could make due. You grabbed the bag of potato chips along with a box of cheese crackers. They aren't the most healthiest nor the best snacks in the world, but they're very tasty and Joel will most likely eat them. Besides, if he doesn't, you can just walk right back across the street and get something else.

Placing the foods on the counter, you immediately opened the fridge right beside it, scanning what drinks you had. By drinks, you and Joel had different things in mind. He'd obviously prefer a beer, so you grabbed him one, grabbing yourself a soda can. You also placed those beside the snacks.

Snacks and drinks, check, for whatever reason he believed the two of you would need them.

Maybe he planned his own personal movie night for the two of you? You're clueless.

As you walked past Becker, you gave him some quick pets, making sure he felt unconditionally loved. Deep down, you do feel sorrow for him. For the fact he's had to be alone recently, you feel guilty. He'll live though, you always come home to him. You sat down on your comfy couch, your phone in hand. You'd just wait til Joel messages back, or until you hear his car pull in. You didn't want to sit in the kitchen any longer.

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On the dot, ten at night exactly, your phone buzzed as you received a message from Joel. You waited a couple seconds, per usual, before pressing the message and viewing it. This message was a tad bit longer, you reread it a few times, happy with the fact it was longer than the others he has sent before this. The message read,

"Just got home. Let me check on Sarah, then you can come over, so I would say five minutes. Don't forget those snacks and drinks, just sit on the swing out back, wait for me there, yeah? See you in a minute darlin'."

Such a cute message.

You had already figured he'd check on Sarah first and as he should, he's a wonderful father from what you have seen so far and Sarah appears to be a sweet young little lady, you're grateful to have already met her. You also didn't know until just now that he had a swing out back, that would be fun. At least now you know that a movie night is checked off of the list since you two will be outside rather than in.

Getting up off of the couch, you doubled check to make sure Becker had food and water in his bowl; He'll be a whiney baby without both. You'd try to be home before midnight, you have no clue if you work tomorrow, they told you that weekends would be off and on - You didn't mind. You decided to just message back, letting him know you saw his first.

"Okay, see you soon Joel."

You made sure your phone was strictly set in the back pocket of your jeans, not wanting it to slip out at all. You also grabbed the snacks and drinks, managing to carry all of it in your hands. It was not the most efficient way, but it got the job done and that is all that matters. You chose to just wait on your porch til it was time. "I'll see you soon babyboy." You whispered to Becker, puckering your lips and making a few kissing noises. He just stuck his tongue out and ran back to the couch. "Crazy dog." You snickered out as you opened the front door, then closed it.

Outside, the air felt thin. It was more cold outside than hot, the occasional breeze hitting your face. The sound of crickets and owls could be heard in the distance, along with cicadas which were so very annoying. The other day before you went into work, you found a cicada shell on the hood of your car - Scary. Your phone read 10:03 now, so you began to make way to his place. You'd just have to cut past the fence and into his backyard, then you'd be able to see the swing you have yet to ever see.

As you treaded across the street, out of the corner of your eye you saw a light in his house switch off. You're assuming Sarah's light since it was upstairs, Joel must be making his way down now. Beneath you, you could hear the grass crunching and the sidewalks scratchy, gravel sound. You were almost tiptoeing now, feeling like a teenager sneaking out all over again. But alas, you're a young adult with your actual own free will now. You could do anything - With limits, of course.

You cut through Joel's backyard, taking a glance and scanning the area. He must've meant the swing that was resting on his back porch. It looked cozy and sturdy enough, good on him for choosing it to be where you'd both relax. You strolled up to it, staying as quiet as possible. You don't know if whether or not Sarah knows you're coming over, but in case Joel wants it to be just between you two, you tried your best not to be rowdy. Young girls, especially daddy's girls, can hate to share their father.

You'd understand if Sarah was that way. Not that she'd need to worry, it's not like you and Joel are going out. A child's imagination can fly anywhere, especially one who has a high maturity level such as Sarah.

With a soft sigh, you sat down on the swing. It creaked slightly, the sound was a bit eerie. You sat crisscross, you found it more comfortable that way. You waited for Joel to come out the back sliding door, you waited very patiently. As you waited, you set the food down, along with the drinks, hopefully he'll like what you brought over.

The moon was directly in front of where you were sitting, the sight was gorgeous. Not to mention, stars were scattered all along the sky, taking their places as always. You always preferred the sky either at night or when the crack of dawn strikes. It's always beautiful outside. If it was normal, you'd decide to get married at night, just beneath the dark sky, it would be so lovely. You aren't worried about marriage yet though. You are still in your prime.

Whilst you were deep in thought, you heard the back door slide open. Your head shot towards it, a cute smile playing on your lips when you seen Joel. He smiled back, rather a smirk. "Hey sweet thing." "Hi Joel." You replied, he sounded tired, he probably had a rough day at work. "How are you?" "I'm alright, happy to see you though. How about you?" "I'm okay and me too, been waiting." You chuckled, heaving as he took a seat beside you, the weight of the swing increased.

"How's that dog of yours?" "Becker? Great. Just being his usual self. How's Sarah?" "She's doin' just fine, she was awake when I got home, had her right back to bed." Joel snickered, glancing at the food and drinks you brought. "What did ya get?" He asked you. You turned your head and let out a hum before talking. "I got some chips and cheese crackers. A beer for you, soda for me." You voiced, placing the chips and crackers between the two of you, then handing Joel his beer.

"Ah, smart girl." Joel chuckled, cracking the cold can open and holding onto it. "This is that good kind too." He added on. "Why didn't you get yourself a beer?" "Not much of a drinker, I also plan to sleep once we're done, so." "That's alright, you do you." He shot you a quick grin before sipping his beer again. You wanted to ask him why he wanted you to bring snacks and drinks and why exactly he wanted you here at ten, on a Friday. You were very curious.

"So... Joel," You began, drinking some of your pop. "May I ask you some things?" "Shoot." Joel gave you a friendly nod. You gazed at him momentarily, finding it awfully hard to pull your eyes away from him. He looked roughened up, moreso today than ever. It was attractive to say the least. "First off, why did you want me here, today, at this time?" You wondered. "To be quite frank, it's when Sarah is usually in bed, plus I figured you wouldn't tomorrow." He stated. Reasonable enough.

"Okay and why did you suggest I bring some treats? Was it just because?" "Oh, well, that gets me to my point." Joel chuckled, reaching into the pocket of his well worn, stained jeans. The way he did it was so hot, your eyes kept wandering to places they shouldn't have. He pulled out what appeared to be a thick joint, weed, you were stunned. "Say darlin', you ever smoke?" "I mean, once or twice." Truthful. You smoked somewhat in college, but it was always through a pen.

He laughed at your words, not necessarily believing you. He always took you for more of the goodie two shoes type. "It's been a damn rough week for me, I bet for you too, I figure we light it up and get high, you want to or nah?" He questioned you, his Southern accent really pulling through there. You were surprised, honestly. You didn't take Joel for a smoker, a drinker sure, but not a smoker. You hope he doesn't smoke cigarettes, those are nasty. So gross.

"Gee, I haven't smoked in forever." You giggled, your eyes glaring down the joint, it was a fat one, packed real well. "Did you roll it yourself?" "Bought it off a buddy of mine, he sells, seems to make good money therefore I'd assume good weed too." You can't even recall the last time you smoked. You wish you could for this exact moment. "Can I see it?" "Take it." He passed it to you. You took it, the immediate smell of marijuana flowing up to your nose, it's been awhile for sure.

"Looks good." "It is good, promise." He swore to you. Hell, why not? It's been years and besides, you trust Joel and his words. It won't be bad at all. "Sure, what could go wrong? Do you have a lighter?" "That's my girl, I sure do." Joel snorted, taking the blunt back in between his index and his thumb. "I'll take the first hit, let you know if it's good." You shook your head up and down in reply, you truly trust his opinions. As he lit it up, you decided to be honest. "I've only ever smoked through pens." Joel's concentrated eyes focused on the joint as he spoke, "Oh yeah?" "Yeah."

After the paper and weed caught fire, he pulled it away from the lighter, taking a good gander at it before setting the joint between his lips. Joel took a large exhale in, letting all of it delve into his lungs before he pulled it out, letting the smoke come out through his nose. You watched intently the whole time, somewhat in a trance as you stared at him. You didn't realize Joel could get more attractive, yet here you are, believing so.

He seemed to have enjoyed it, no complaints yet or maybe at all. You are a tad bit timid; It's just you haven't done this in so long. What if it gets to the point where you just cannot stop coughing? That'd be a bummer.

"So? How is it?" "Tastes good, not to rough either, think you'll like it, c'mon, give er a shot." His voice was so soft whenever he spoke to you. Does he speak this way to everyone? "Thanks." You mumbled beneath your breath as you took the blunt. You just chose to wing it. You set the thing between your lips, taking a decent drag and then blowing it out through your lips. The grey, smokey smoke quickly disintegrated, as if it had never existed.

Joel was correct - It wasn't bad at all. Tasted sweet, it was weird. All the weed you had in school tasted the exact same, this was an entirely new world for you. "Good?" "Very." You cleared your throat, handing it back to him. "You take it well." He hummed, hitting off of it again. The way he said that made you melt. Any sort of approval from this man was highly welcomed.

"It's been so long." You chuckled out, watching Joel as he let out the smoke. "I smoke here and there, mainly when Sarah is already in bed, she don't even know I do." "Wow, really?" "Not at all, girl would hound me about it if she did." He snickered, handing it back to you now. You took a graceful hit, not even an ounce of a scratchy feeling in your throat occured. "Man, I'm surprised, usually I am non stop hacking." "My buddy makes some good herb, he's been doin' this a long, long time." Joel explained. "Well, he's good." You smiled, handing it back to him.

You weren't looking at Joel, but rather downwards as you smiled. You found yourself enjoying this evening very much. Any time you come home after doing something fun, it's so difficult to sleep because it is all that's roaming through your mind. You lifted your head back up and noticed Joel's dark eyes were fixated on you, a grin on his face whilst he smoked. "You got a pretty smile." He murmured, maintaining eye contact with you as he took a drag.

You giggled slightly, blushing immensely from his compliment. You hoped that under the dark night, he wouldn't take notice of your rosey, smooth cheeks. "You think so?" "Mhm." He responded, coughing slightly as he passed the joint back over to you. "Thanks." Your eyes twinkled while you stared at him. It was safe to say that around Joel, you feel all sorts of ways. No one back home made you feel like this. It was totally new. You'd never met a man like him, he was different in the most amazing way possible.

Breathing in deeply, you felt the smoke linger in your throat and mouth as it exhaled through your nostrils and out into the windy night air. You shivered slightly, not fully expecting the breeze. Joel took notice of it. "Let me go inside and grab us a blanket, yeah?" "Okay, thank you." You eyed him as he stood up, briskly walking into the house and very shortly after, coming back out. He had medium sized plaid blanket, it'd work for the two of you to share.

"Alrighty." He grunted, plopping back down and covering you up first, then himself. The blanket simply rested on your guy's laps. You two were also sitting quite close together. It was cozy, the two of you all alone beneath the brave sky before you. You were happy you got to experience this. You wonder how your life would be currently if Joel wasn't even your neighbor. Probably be a whole lot different, not as anticipating, that's for sure.

Out of no where, not even a peep to be heard, you began to laugh, uncontrollably. It was absolutely so random. You tossed your head back, your giggles filling the air as you laughed effortlessly. Joel looked at you, a sparkle in his eyes as he did. He knew what was going on. You were stoned, out of this world stoned. Higher than a kite even. You snorted, covering your mouth and snickering. "I can't- I can't stop." You laughed out your words. Joel began to chuckle with you, being able to control himself unlike you.

"You got a case of perma grin. Don't worry, it oughta go away soon." He laughed, his arm around the chair as the swing swung. "Oh my Gosh." You laughed harder, hiding your face in your hands. Joel just kept watching you, enthralled like never before. Oh how pretty he found you to be. "Let it out sunshine." He bellowed, his pearly whites flashing. That was the first time you ever saw him truly let out a smile in front of you.

"Forgive me." You giggled, tears forming in your eyes from how much you were tittering. "That's alright, you got high for the first time in awhile, I ain't surprised." He said softly. You felt his hand touch your shoulder, his arm wrapping around you. You smiled whilst laughing at you scooted closer to him, placing your head on his shoulder. "It's been way too long." "Maybe we gotta do this again another time." "Most definitely." You responded.

You were shocked that he wrapped his arms around you. The warm embrace felt nice, you glady accepted it. Within the proximity of Joel's backyard, you could hear the wildlife as if it were only feet away. The night was rather young and so calm, you were enjoying this more than you intended on. Joel's arm around you was glorious, you felt on top of the world. You wonder everyday how he feels for you. If you're the only one developing feelings, you'll feel like a total fool.

"This is nice." Sure is." Joel replied, slurping some of his beer. "Time is it?" Joel questioned you. You pulled your phone out, it was fifteen minutes after ten. "10:15, guess I didn't realize that much time went by." "Time goes by when you're having fun." Joel stated the iconic saying. He wasn't wrong.

"Wanna come inside? We can continue smokin' in there, or watch a movie, I don't care what it is we do, it's just nice to get a damn break, especially one with you." Joel spoke, you heard him curse to himself beneath his breath afterwards. It was silly, hearing him talk somewhat romantic. You pulled away with a glimmer. "Yeah, of course. I don't think I can do a movie tonight but smoking and eating some of these snacks would be nice." "Great... C'mon now." Joel let you go, standing up and opening the door.

You walked through first, carrying everything. He then walked in behind you.

What a great night so far.

[chelleztjs18]

Night Time Shenanigans (W.M)

Wanda Maximoff x Female!AvengersReader

Summary: A fun night time snack run with your girlfriend.

Warning: None. Just a fluffy one.

Requested: Yes

A/n: Knock knock! It's another fluff fic with Wanda here! Thank you Curious George anon for the help during the process of writing on this one especially the corny ideas. haha. Happy reading!

Main Masterlist

Pietro slowly parks the car at the parking spot of the store that you want to go to. “Okay, y/n, we are here. Are you sure you want to go inside? I don’t mind going and getting the snacks everybody wants.” His blue eyes look at you in the back seat through the mirror.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. I’m okay. I can find all the snacks.” you answer drunkenly as you tap his shoulders then get out of the car.

“But, you are drunk, y/n.” you ignore Pietro’s disagreement despite you can hear it from the open window of his car. “Sestra, are you gonna let her go by herself?” He added the question towards her twin sister.

“Oh course not, Piet. I’ll go with her.” Wanda replies and gets out of the car to catch you up.

Surprisingly, the world has been in pretty good peace. No aliens nor villains attack whatsoever lately, so you and your teammates have been having chances to relax and spend time together. Tonight is movie night with some drinking of course and right now you are a little more buzzed than usual.

You scurry your steps while trying not to be obvious that you are searching for your balance at the same time. Your eyes actively search where the snacks aisle is because everybody craves potato chips which you don’t understand why they want salty snacks when they are drunk.

Unlike the others, you crave crackers and anything sweet. So when you find the crackers and cookies aisle, you definitely forget your main destination.

Meanwhile Wanda is looking for you as she pushes the shopping cart. She knows you very well by now from dating you for more than two years and she goes straight to where she is sure where you are at now.

“There you are. Detka, you didn’t wait for me. I was looking for you.” She says as soon as she finds you looking around for your favorite.

“Babe, we’re crack-a-lackin!” you exclaimed. You are a quiet person when you are sober but when you are drunk, not so much. Alcohol usually gives you more confidence and makes you more at ease. Caught off guard with your pretty loud pun at the silent store, it slows her brain down to process it. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a few seconds.

“Get it, babe? Crack-a-lackin? You know, cracker- lacking because they don’t have the crackers that I like.” you explained.

The brunette Avengers playfully rolls her eyes and holds a smile as soon as she understands what you were trying to say. “You and your puns.” she giggles.

“What about the crackers that I gave you two days ago, you liked that one.” your girlfriend suggests as she rubs your back gently. “Nope, they don’t have it either.” You continue walking through the aisle.

“How about your favorite chocolate cookies?” She pitches another piece of advice to you.

“No, Nada, zilch. I looked for that too. Is it a National crackers and cookies day or something? How come they don’t have the good stuff here, why did people buy them all?” You rambled and pouted at the same time.

“Well, we can try other brands of cookies or different flavors.” Wanda adds as her eyes try to find other cookies that you might like.

“How about this—” before even Wanda can finish her question, she gets interrupted with the fact that you are not there with her.

“Y/n?” With a deep sigh, she walks to find you.

_____

As luck would have it, you are only an aisle away from her. Her heart smiles when she sees you examining the sweets shelves with a bag of M&M chocolates in your hands.

“What you got there?” she asks.

“Oh M&M and you know what, Wands? I think I’m like M&M.” your hooded eyes look at her confused green eyes.

“And, why is that?” Wanda asks in bewilderment.

“Because I also melt in your hands.” you stated your corny lines with a wink as you put the bag of treats in the carts.

She instantly snorts a laugh. “Oh my god, y/n. That was so cheesy.” she shakes her head a little and follows where you are going.

Wanda stops to pick up some chocolaty goodies for herself. Then she hears some rushed steps only to find you run back to her and you hide both of your hands behind your back. All smiling like a proud little kid who has a surprise for you.

“What do you have in your hands, baby?” she asks shortly before you hand her a bag of Hershey's kisses. “Don’t ever say I never give you kisses.” you playfully declared.

Wanda can’t help herself to laugh and this time she laughs louder.

“Well then I would ask for some more right now.” Wanda excitedly demands with a teasing smirk followed by her index finger gently taps her lips. You lean to her, letting your face get closer. right when your lips get close enough to hers, you stop and say “Oh Wanda, of course you’ll get some more kisses, I can’t ever Reese-ist that.” You waggle your eyebrows in a frisky way.

Wanda lets out a pretend gasp as her cheeks slowly turn color to a rosie shade. She batted her eyebrows in disbelief followed by another laugh. “Oh–my–god, babe! Sometimes I forget how corny you are.”

You look at her, adoring her smile and every single feature of her face. Her laughter sounds like the most beautiful melody ever exists. “Gosh Wanda, you are so gorgeous.” it takes a second for your lips to reach hers. Both of you smile on each other's lips after the kiss.

“Y/n, sweetie. That was very lovely. As much as I love our kiss but we still have to get the snacks and chips for the others.” Her fingers fix your hair a little, she lovingly smiles. Helplessly, in love with you and your dorkiness.

“Ah, yeah, right. Snacks and chips. Oh take a look at this, Wands! I'll get this for Natasha." You agreed but a few steps after, you got distracted with something and it reminds you of your red haired best friend.

"Truffle? I don't know that Nat likes chocolate truffles." A line appears between her eyebrows, as she squints with confusion.

"I don't know if she likes them either. I'm getting this just so I can say 'I knew you were truffle when you walked in' to her when I give it to her later." You patch a smile talking about your plan with Wanda.

“Ouh yeah, that’s a good one. I wanna see Nat’s face when you do that. So yeah get that chocolate truffle babe.” Wanda looks as excited as you are now and she is fully on board with it and then the two of you wander around.

As both of you two reach the cereal aisle, without hesitation you turn your way in and your girlfriend patiently follows you. Her mind automatically put milk in her imaginary shopping list if you are getting some cereals as well.

Then suddenly you halt yourself. “Oooh, my love, look! This is so you!” You grab a box off the shelf.

“Honey Nut Cheerio? Why?” she tilts her head a little, her brain trying to solve your pun-puzzle like usual.

“Well, you are my Honey and sometimeeeess just sometimes you can be a little ‘Nuts’ or weird on certain thing BUT not in a bad way though. So you are my Honey Nut.” your fingers form an air quote at the word Nuts while you carefully explain what you mean on your joke.

Wanda laughs at your antics. “Ooookaaaay, that’s a funny nickname. I can live with that and you know what? that makes you my sweet corn-pun.”

“Excuse me? your what?” you playfully ask.

“My sweet is because I always call you that. Corn-pun is because your puns you gave me have been pretty corny and I love them.”

“Hey now, I’m not corny.” you pretend that you are slightly offended by showing the fake pout on your blushing face.

“Malyshka, I let you call me Nuts, so it will be only fair if you let me call you corny.” she giggles and winks at the same time.

“Ah, okay okay. Fair enough. Gosh your brother will make fun of me so bad if he knows you are calling me corny.” you agree in defeat.

“Oh trust me, y/n. He will.” Wanda tries to hold a laugh on the funny thoughts. With that the two of you proceed to the chips aisle.

You and Wanda grab the chips that everybody wants, you are sobering up a little and the cart starts to get full. You are glad that you went to the store with Wanda. Your girlfriend’s cheeks feel tired from smiling and laughing a lot because of your jokes and puns. It’s her reason why she loves you, you always make her laugh and smile no matter what. Both of you even forgot that Pietro is waiting in the car for so long already until the silver haired Sokovian calls his twin sister.

A call from Pietro and a few text conversations with Natasha later, Wanda can’t find you anywhere near her. Aisle after aisle, she searches for you. She keeps guessing where you would be but she has no luck finding you. She gives up and just right before Wanda decides to use her magic to find you, she remembers one last aisle that she is sure that’s where you are at now.

And, Wanda was right. She found you at the toy aisle, looking at two boxes of Lego sets on each of your hands. She noticed that you look as indecisive as you were when you tried to decide the matching tattoos you have with Wanda. She knows how much you love Lego and tattoos. You love them so much that you have too many choices to pick out.

“My sweet.” Wanda greets you as she smiles with such adoration.”

“Hm?” You answer knowingly it was her while you observe the two boxes in your hands. Your eyebrows furrowed, your gaze carefully bounced left and right.

“Getting yourself more legos? What are the choices this time?” Wanda asks as she stands closer to you and the boxes float in the air with her red magic tendrils around it so she can check out your dilemmas.

“Oh, I’m debating between these Bowser sets or the Electric Guitar one. Both of them will be so much fun to build but the Bowser one will take longer than the other one.” you explain and you start to pour a little.

“Aw pumpkin. Why don’t you get both of them? I have Tony’s card anyway.” Wanda casually pitches the idea.

“Well, it’s never really about the price, Wands. It’s more about how long it takes to get them done. Sometimes I want to finish it fast but not too fast either, you know.”

“But you like and you want both of them, right?” another question comes out of Wanda’s lips

“Uh, yes.”

“Well, in that case, we are getting you both of these sets. Take your time on building it and I will help you sometimes if you want, y/n. I love Legos too and you enjoy it when we are doing it together anyway.” Both boxes float away then gently land into the shopping cart.

“Let's start one of them tonight as soon as we get back at the compound.” Her face lights up with excitement. She is very much sure that you would love her idea.

“Oh yeah, that’s a great idea, Wanda. Sam and Bucky will pick the movie tonight and they always choose horror movies. You never like scary movies.” 

“Uh huh. So, let’s go. Before Pietro comes here looking for us and takes us to the car with his power.” Wanda grabs your hand and walks with you while her magic pushes the shopping cart around.

_____

“Your savior is here!” you exclaim as you walk in holding bags of snacks in one hand and your girlfriend’s hand in your other. All your teammates cheer for your arrival.

“Anyway, y/n and I decided to call it a night. We will just chill in our room.” Wanda announces with her obvious thick accent.

You hear them expressing their disappointment. “I know, I know but we don’t like scary movies and we know that Bucky and Sam will pick one plus I just got new legos.” You explain casually as you hand each of them their snacks and intentionally leave Nat’s snack as the last one to be handed out.

“Where’s mine, y/n?” Nat curiously peeks inside the bag then looks at you.

“Oh don’t worry Natty. Here you go.” you give her the snacks with a knowing smirk and being your best friend for years, she knows that you are up to no good. Even though you are a quiet person most of the time, you love joking around here and there especially with Natasha.

“What? What’s up with the smirk?” The red haired Avengers confidently shows her suspicions through her tone and question.

“Nothing. I got you some sweets too.” You pull out the chocolate truffles you got her and Wanda secretly excited to see how her reactions are going to be while internally holding her giggles.

“Awww, y/n, that’s so nice—” Natasha’s gratitude got interrupted by you.

“I knew you were truffles when you walked in, Nat.” you put them in her hand. Confused, Natasha’s gaze flicks between you and the truffles.

The team laughs at the same time with her finally realizing what your pun means.

“Haha. Very funny. You better run now Y/n, before I give you trouble and kick your ass!” Natasha plays along.

“Welp, gotta dash! Come on babe!” You grab Wanda’s hand then sprint to your room followed by Natasha.

Of course, your girlfriend came to the rescue. As she giggles at the situation, Wanda suddenly stops and uses her magic on Natasha. In a blink, Natasha floats and then lands on the couch as if she is held hostage.

“Wanda!! This is not fair! Let me kick your girlfriend’s ass!” You hear Natasha demand her freedom from Wanda’s magic.

“Sorry, Nat! Nobody can kick my Y/n. The magic will be gone in fifteen minutes.” Wanda answers from afar.

“What?? Oh come on! I can’t even eat my snacks and the freaking truffle for fifteen minutes?!” Natasha complains at the same time as the others laugh but you know she is far away from being upset with you, well you hope so.

“That was so funny. Come on detka, let’s build your legos.” Wanda laughs. She holds your hands and continues her power walk to your shared bedroom.

A/n: Welp, thats it for today! let me know what you think. Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. Follow me for more. See you in next!

Cheerio!

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Raisins and nuts

I 'm trying to stretch my Stommy's muscle so here it is a little something with a tiny touch of enemies to lovers if you squint. (I know… four fluffy fics in two weeks… who am I? I don't recognize myself anymore!!!)

written for @stommybang Prompt: Food/Cooking Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve/Tommy TW: none Words: 2273

Read it here or on AO3

Sometimes food is just food. It’s your body’s fuel. It’s a series of things you eat to keep yourself healthy and alive.

Other times food has a deeper meaning. It’s not the thing you’re eating, it’s the fact that someone cooked that thing for you, knowing that it's one of your favorites, without thinking about calories or nutrients.

Steve’s Nonna used to ask him what he wanted for lunch while he was having breakfast, and Steve always gave her a very annoyed reply, complaining that he couldn't think about lunch at that hour in the morning. Nonna Rosa never got offended, she used to nod quietly, pinching Steve's rosy cheeks, another really annoying habit of hers, and return to the kitchen where at least three boiling pots and pans were waiting for her.

Nonna loved him, and the only way she knew to express her feelings were Parmigiana, Crocché, and cheeks pinches, but Steve didn't understand that till the day she died and his parents started to hire nanny after nanny.

None of them ever asked Steve what he wanted for lunch, or even if he liked all the plates they cooked for him. They just make these flavorless but nutritious plates and give him raisins and nuts for a snack.

Everyone at school laughed at him and his raisins and nuts snack, but even if Steve tried to ask for some cereal for breakfast or a donut to eat during the break, the nanny of the month always denied him, condemning Steve to a life of raisins and nuts, hidden in the back of the cafeteria.

At least until Tommy moved.

Tommy H, as everyone called him to differentiate him from Tommy Bennet and Tommy Ramos, preceded Steve in the alphabetical order, which meant that Thomas Hagan Jr and Steve Harrington were destined to be friends, whether they liked it or not. 

Every time the teachers made them work in teams, Tommy and Steve were on the same team. When they had a school trip, Steve and Tommy were sitting side by side. Even during PE, their team was always the one with the boys whose surname started with the letter A to the ones whose surname started with L.

Even their houses were close, and Steve's nanny started to drive both boys to school and back.

One day Tommy's mom was busy, so she asked Lauren, Steve's new nanny, if she minded keeping an eye on both kids for a few hours, offering to pay for her services. Lauren, who was smart and knew perfectly well that both the kids were old enough not to cause too much trouble, immediately accepted and that was their first official playdate.

Once they became friends, Steve's snacks, usually made of raisins and nuts, finally transformed into every kind of snack Tommy had in his school bag. Whatever it was: chocolate, chips, crackers, or candy bars, they always shared them. And if Steve had a bad day, his parents didn’t call or he didn’t pass a test, Tommy was always ready to come to his place to cheer him up, bringing some snacks.

That's probably why, just a few hours after Nancy Wheeler dumped Steve in front of everyone, Tommy is at Steve's place, holding a six-pack.

Steve’s first instinct is to tell him to fuck off. Their friendship started to crumble since he fell in love with Nancy and he’s not in the mood to be morally beaten by his ex-best friend. They stare at each other in complete silence for a long moment, then Steve clenches his jaw and crosses his arms, ready to face Tommy’s attack.

"Are you here to gloat?” he snarls, “Because if it's so-"

"If it's so, what? Huh? Are you going to punch me in the face?" Tommy chuckles, leaning against the wall with the same self-confidence he always had. "Come on. Let me in." Tommy asks, pushing Steve out of the way.

The house is exactly as it always was: huge, cold, and empty. 

Tommy makes himself comfortable on the cream couch, grabs the television remote control, and puts his feet on the coffee table just to piss Steve off, giving him a bold stare, but Steve has already had an awful night, so he sits next to him, snatches a beer from the beer pack and puts his feet next to Tommy's. He cracks it open, not caring about the golden liquid that spills on the Persian rug.

"What happened?" Tommy inquires, picking a beer while in the background some fake laughs from the television fill the uncomfortable silence.

"Didn’t you see? Nancy dumped me."

"Why?" 

Steve is handsome and rich, no girl in her right mind would dump in. And surely not like that, in front of everyone.

"Because she's smart," Steve replies, gulping down the beer and throwing the can against the television like an angry old drunk.

"If she dumped you she's not that smart." Tommy simply states, sipping his own beer.

"What do you want, Tommy?" Steve asks, his eyes are red and puffy and he’s slouching on his mother's expensive couch like he has all the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Check on a friend?" Tommy replies, lifting an eyebrow.

This time Steve and the television laugh simultaneously.

"We're not friends anymore. And I saw you with Hargrove at Tina's party," he replies, snatching another beer.

"What, do you demand to be my only friend? Like when we were kids? Sorry to break it to you, Harrington, but you're the one who chose a girl instead of me."

"What about Carol? Huh?" Steve hisses, projecting all his venom into those words, trying to make Tommy bleed and retreat. But he doesn’t.

"We were a fucking trio, Steve. You, Carol, and I. We were invincible. Then you fell head over heels for Little Miss Perfect and everything went to hell." Tommy growls back, crushing the tin can in his hand.

It’s the truth. They were a trio. They were always together. Carol was the only constant in their life. Tommy and Steve fought and made peace so many times, but Carol was always there, popping a Big Babble annoyed and pushing their foreheads one against the other until they didn’t get into their thick skulls that they were best friends.

“I man up,” Steve replies, his stare pinned on the TV show to avoid looking at Tommy.

The light flickers and the television cracks for a moment. Power outages happen a lot in Hawkins, but Steve can’t avoid shivering in his seat looking at the wall with terror.

"You man up, huh?” Tommy mocks him, bumping a fit in Steve’s shoulder, then he adds, in a soft voice, “You ok?"

"I..." Steve rubs a hand through his hair, "I'm a bit nervous I guess." Steve lies. 

Monsters are gone, Steve reminds himself, they made sure of it. Still, every flickering light makes him jump.

"I got a couple of Musketeers.” Tommy says, fishing a couple of candy bars from his jacket, “I hope they're still your favorite because I had to beat a kid to get them." 

Steve lifts an eyebrow, unimpressed, "Did you beat a kid for real?"

"Nah, but I scared the shit out of him." Tommy chuckles, while Steve unwraps the candy bar, breaks it in two, and gives half to Tommy. It’s a reflex. They always splitted everything.

"I have another one." Tommy reminds him, staring at the half-candy bar.

"I know."

Tommy snorts, and then he asks, "Do you remember when you used to come to school with those stupid raisins?" 

"Of course I do. I fucking hated them."

"I didn’t.” Tommy replies, biting his candy bar, “That's how we became friends. Real friends, you know? The kind of friends who can tell each other everything. The kind of friends that spend all the time together. That sleep in the same bed.” 

There was a time when Tommy and Steve experimented with one another. It was normal, they used to say to each other. If they were always the last ones to leave the lockers was just because they kept making pranks, not because they took advantage of those few minutes to steal a kiss or a rushed hand job against the sink.

For a moment, Steve stares at Tommy’s profile. The dim light of the television emphasizes all his freckles, the same freckles Steve tried to count so many times, only to lose count and start kissing his best friend. He turns his head toward the television, "We're too drunk for his kind of discourse."

"We're the perfect amount of drunk for this kind of discourse," Tommy replies, turning toward him. Their legs are so closed that Steve can feel the warmth of Tommy’s leg against his and the stare he’s giving him leaves no space for misunderstandings.

"I had a girlfriend, Tommy. And she dumped me." Steve reminds him while he drinks his beer.

"I have a girlfriend too. But I'm here. We're here. Eating candy bars and drinking beer. And I'm wondering… Do you miss it? The intimacy we used to have?"

“It’s not… I like girls ok? I like boobs and-”

“I like both.” Tommy simply states, taking a last bite of candy, “I like both. Women and men.”

“So Carol…”

“She knows. And she’s the one that kicked my ass and told me to come here. That this could have been my chance.”

“Your chance to do what?”

“This.” Tommy’s hand moves to the back of Steve’s head, getting them closer enough that they are sharing the same air. Steve’s warm puffs of breath hit Tommy’s lips when he stalls for a moment to give him the time to pull back, and when he doesn’t he closes his eyes and kisses him.

They both taste of cheap beer and melted chocolate, but the electricity that runs through them is the same they felt that first night they kiss in Steve’s bed during a storm. 

Steve's second can of beer falls on the rug, spilling everywhere, but Steve doesn’t care, he opens his mouth and moves his tongue gently, licking Tommy’s lips like he was asking permission before kissing him with a passion that Tommy reciprocates.

“We shouldn’t…” Steve says, pulling back, “It’s the alcohol. You know it makes me horny.” he says, trying to escape from Tommy’s tight grip.

“Do you want to know what I think, Steve? It’s not the alcohol that makes you horny. It makes you free. No more mental walls, just desires that want to be fulfilled. Am I wrong?”

Steve stares at Tommy, ready to tell him that he’s wrong, that Steve is not like that. Only… only maybe he is. Maybe he fought with Nancy because he saw Tommy with Billy. Maybe…

“I have one condition.” Steve says, seriously, “Don’t leave. After… Don’t leave.”

“Did I ever leave?” Tommy snorts, but quickly promises, “I won’t leave. I swear.” 

Steve takes his hand and guides him upstairs, to his room, the same room where they have played, and slept, and kissed. And shared everything.

Even raisins and nuts.

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[pttwice]

Hey yoon, can I request chaeyoung getting lost in a supermarket while being with one of her members (you can choose) and gets lost and in the regresses and gets scared till her caregiver finds her crying and soothes her.

loved your mina and jihyo story btw

hiya! i'm glad you enjoyed the mina and jihyo story :) little chaeng getting lost in the supermarket makes my heart ache :( but i will absolutely write it because i know her unnie will take good care in finding her!

banana puffs

|| little!chaeyoung, cg!jeongyeon ||

Being one of the oldest members of the group, Jeongyeon usually took it upon herself to do the grocery shopping whenever they had a day off. They didn't need much since most of their meals were takeout food, but every once in a while, she or Momo liked cooking for the rest of the girls.

Jeongyeon was in the mood to make a fairly large dinner for the girls so she asked if anyone wanted to help her get everything she needed. Most of the girls were either busy doing their own things or preoccupied with each other, but Chaeyoung volunteered. She liked going to the supermarket and wanted to pick up a few of her favorite snacks anyway.

//

The supermarket was a bit crowded despite it being a Wednesday morning but it didn't deter Jeongyeon. She had her list, Chaeyoung, and she knew where all the items she needed would be. Jeongyeon was hoping that getting everything wouldn't take her more than 20 minutes since she knew where everything was, but she knew that Chaeyoung also wanted to get her own things as well.

Grabbing one of the carts, Jeongyeon made her way through the aisles at a steady pace, only stopping to grab what she needed. They were making fairly good time until Chaeyoung decided she wanted to stop and observe every single snack in the chips and crackers aisle.

"Do you really need to look at every single snack?" Jeongyeon sighed and looked at Chaeyoung who had picked up yet another bag of plain potato chips. She had already looked at two different brands of plain potato chips so Jeongyeon wasn't sure what differences the younger member was trying to spot in them.

Chaeyoung just shot her unnie a toothy grin and nodded, setting the bag down. They moved ahead and finally made it to the next aisle where Jeongyeon was going to be getting most of her ingredients. She picked out what she needed, tossing the lighter items in the cart when she noticed that she missed something at the top of the list.

"Shoot. I gotta get the radish. Can you wait with the cart while I get that, Chaeng?" Jeongyeon asked the younger girl who just nodded, already caught up with looking at all the different sauces in the aisle. Jeongyeon just smiled and shook her head, heading off to find the radish.

//

It had already been so long since Jeongyeon went to look for the radish and Chaeyoung was getting tired of looking at the same few sauce labels. So, she decided to head back to the snack aisles. She walked back a few aisles, leaving the cart where it was, and continued her search for the perfect snack.

When Jeongyeon finally returned from her radish quest, she was a little confused when the cart was in the same place but Chaeyoung was nowhere to be found. "Ah I'm sure she's just wandering looking at snacks." Jeongyeon shrugged her shoulders and mumbled this to herself, pushing the cart forward. She just needed a few more ingredients and they could head out.

Now several aisles apart and at different sides of the supermarket, Chaeyoung finally found the snack she wanted — the banana puffs. It was on a slightly higher shelf so she had to stand on her toes to get it, but she was able to grab the bag with her fingertips. Her snack gently cradled in her arms, Chaeyoung headed back to where she left the cart.

"Jeong, I found the- oh. Where'd the cart go?" Chaeyoung looked around the aisle, almost 99% sure that the cart full of Jeongyeon's ingredients didn't just disappear. Maybe Jeongyeon came back and was waiting for her in the next aisle.

Chaeyoung walked into the next aisle, and the next, and the next. With each aisle she walked through, she stopped less and less and became more and more worried. She couldn't find Jeongyeon or their cart anywhere.

As time ticked on, the supermarket was getting gradually more crowded. Chaeyoung was finding it more difficult to weave in between people and she couldn't see Jeongyeon or the cart anywhere. At one point, she had made it back to the aisle where she found her snack.

People walked in between the aisles, paying Chaeyoung no mind as they picked out the groceries they needed. The longer Chaeyoung looked around and the longer she didn't find Jeongyeon or the cart, the more panicked she got. She could feel her body getting heavier and her thoughts were getting cloudy. She could quickly feel herself slipping and she was scared to be regressed all alone in the supermarket.

After a few more minutes of searching, Chaeyoung was exhausted and terrified. Jeongyeon must have left her. It had been too long and she had to have found all the ingredients she wanted. Chaeyoung had fully regressed at this point and she crouched down in the bread aisle. She was facing the assortment of breads so no one would see how scared she was as she felt a few tears slip out of her eyes.

Chaeyoung tried to keep telling herself that her mama wouldn't leave her and that she'd find her, but as the seconds flew by, she was starting to believe it less and less. Her mama really did leave her. Now all she could do was stay in the supermarket forever. The thought terrified her and her imagination ran wild as she silently sobbed. The supermarket workers were going to make her stock the shelves and clean the floors now that she was here forever.

//

As Chaeyoung kept silently crying and trying to accept her fate that she would now live in the supermarket, she heard a familiar voice. Jeongyeon, who was only a few aisles away, was animatedly talking to someone on the phone.

"Yes, Ji. I checked each aisle about a billion times. I can't find her anywhere. No. I know she wouldn't leave without me, but I'm worried that it's too much for her and she's hiding to avoid people talking to her or bumping into her."

It was her mama and, based on the nickname she said, she was talking to Hyo on the phone. Chaeyoung wanted to be brave and get up to follow her mama's voice to find her, but she was too scared that people would try to stop her and ask her if she needed help. She was in no state right now to answer any questions or see anyone but her mama.

The best that she could, Chaeyoung tried calling out for Jeongyeon. Her voice wasn't the loudest, especially since she had been crying, but she didn't give up. Her mama had to hear her.

"Wait. Ji, shut it. Okay I'm sorry. I gotta go. I think I heard Chaeyoung." Jeongyeon quickly hung up and pushed her cart past all the aisles, following the younger girl's small voice. The closer she got, the better she could hear Chaeyoung. The closer she got, the better she could hear just how scared she was. Jeongyeon looked down the bread aisle, and finally! She spotted Chaeyoung crouched down in front of a few different brands of rolls. Politely pushing her way past everyone, Jeongyeon parked her cart behind Chaeyoung so she could give them a tiny bit of privacy. She didn't care that she was practically taking up the whole aisle at that point.

Chaeyoung flinched when she saw someone moving closer out of the corner of her eye, but when she turned and saw her mama, she stopped calling out for her and threw herself into Jeongyeon's arms. "M-mama!" Chaeyoung started to sob again, her body shaking like a leaf as Jeongyeon rubbed a soothing hand up and down the little's back.

"Shh. It's okay, Chaengie. You're safe." Jeongyeon held Chaeyoung close and gave her a few seconds to calm down, only pulling away once she felt Chaeyoung's breathing slow down a little. She looked at the little's tear-stained and slightly red face as she placed a kiss on her forehead.

"I-I wen' to get snack but when I-I wen' to find mama, you w-were gone. Thought mama l-left Chaengie." Chaeyoung pouted, small hiccups leaving her between her words.

Jeongyeon cooed and frowned, apologizing profusely for leaving her little girl. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to scare you. I would never leave my little tiger." Jeongyeon squeezed the girl one more time before picking her up, resting her against her hip.

"Mama's really sorry, Chaeng. But how about this. You can pick out any snacks you want before we go. How does that sound?"

Chaeyoung tucked her face into Jeongyeon's shoulder and didn't say anything, but she nodded. Even though she was still a little shaken up, she would never say no to more snacks.

Jeongyeon took her time to get to the snack aisle, giving the little some time to calm down more. When she stood in front of the snacks, she gently tapped Chaeyoung's shoulder.

Chaeyoung looked up, still clinging onto the other bag of banana puffs in one hand. With her other hand, she reached out and pointed at yet another bag of banana puffs as well as a bag of sweet corn chips and honey butter chips. "Mommy likes dat one and Mo unnie likes dat one." Chaeyoung sniffled and wiped her eyes before pointing to the two bags.

"That's very sweet of you, Chaengie. Always thinking about mommy and your unnies. Let's go home so we can show them." Jeongyeon smiled and set the two bags down in the cart, pushing her way to the checkout lines. She tried to put Chaeyoung's bag of banana puffs in the cart, but the little's grip only tightened on them

Jeongyeon chuckled and let Chaeyoung keep the bag, opting for self-checkout since it was faster and easier to do. Chaeyoung even hopped down to help her, scanning the chips and putting them in bags all by herself.

By the time they made it to Jeongyeon's car, Chaeyoung's mood had improved a bit. She was still a little worried that her mama was going to leave her at the supermarket to stock shelves and clean the floors, but she was relieved whenever she was buckled into her carseat.

They started the short drive back home and Chaeyoung talked to herself on the way, going on and on about how her mommy and Mo unnie loved those chips. But no one loved the banana puffs more than Chaengie and they were all hers.

[kittzuxp]

I made this weird ass fic about my head cannon,, (twomp) uhh if you wanna read it it's under the cut

Argos meets Mr.plant's brother.

A day in the life of Argos.

Argos and Mr.Plant were sitting on the couch watching whatever the telly was playing when Argos noticed Mr plant taking a piece of paper and scribbling something with a black sharpie.

Then he lifted the piece of paper,

"Can u meet my brother?" Was written with bad handwriting, after all, Mr plant didn't know how to write very well.

Argos tilted his head and clasped his hands together,

"Aww, of course we can go!" He said in his usual high-pitched voice.

Mr plant then quickly rushed to get  his bag. Argos just took his mail-carrying bag since it was the only one he had and stuffed it with some snacks. Biscuits, crackers and some basic sandwiches he quickly made just in case.

After they were both done they got in the car and Mr plant started driving.

~~

After a while, Argos noticed instead of the familiar seemingly endless rows of houses,  they were in an empty wasteland. With withered bushes and dead trees here and there. He thought he might have seen 2 or 3 houses on the way too, but wasn't sure.

He thought talking would be a good idea.

"Wow, your brother lives here?" He exclaimed trying to make a conversation.

Mr plant stayed silent which made Argos think he was ignoring him, but then remembered that Mr plant could only communicate with him through ASL, writing, or just by seeing his expression. And he could do none of those.

"Right. You can't talk and drive."

. . .

"This place sure is empty, not like the void."

. . .

He then realized it would take him nowhere, so he just stopped talking throughout the road trip to Mr plant's brother.

~~

Some time later the car stopped outside of a bunch of dead trees and a seemingly abandoned house in the distance.

As they walked closer to the house, Argos saw it better and realized it was in pretty bad condition. The walls were a bit cracked, the paint had ripped off in large areas, the roof looked as if some bricks were missing and the rectangular windows at the front were 'sealed' up with wooden planks. The door wasn't in good condition either. The hinges seemed too tight or too loose, the paint had chipped off, there was no door handle but an empty spot where it should have been and a small triangular chunk at the bottom of the door was missing.

The house was definitely abandoned... By Argos' standards at least...

"Umm, Mr plant... Are you sure this is the place? It doesn't look very ... Well, livable..." He muttered but then immediately Mr plant shot an angry glance at him and frowned.

Argos suddenly lowered his head and smiled awkwardly.

"You're right. I should meet him first before I judge..." He muttered again.

Mr plant stepped forward and knocked at the door 3 perfectly timed times .

Tok.

Tok.

Tok.

He resumed his previous spot right next to Argos and waited.

a sudden sound startled Argos.

Creeeeeeeekkkkkkkk....

The door seemingly opened on its own, a saturated green hand with 3 unnaturally long fingers appeared and hovered over the door, until it grabbed the door as firmly as it could (without a thumb and only 3 fingers). A big eye opened in the darkness that the door had opened to. Their retina was slightly yellow and their pupil was shirked to the size of a pea.

A dry, croaky and seemingly British voice spoke,

"he.... hello?" The voice said and immediately cut off itself. They backed up and opened the door fully.

A bald green 'person' with a weirdly familiar green sweater and red irises. They were smiling pathetically and had little hairs poking from the top of their hands, which were neatly stacked one on top of another, the unnaturally long fingers hanging limply.

"Ah...hello brother." The person said in their croaky, dry voice.

Argos wasn't as freaked out by their appearance as one would expect, after all, he had seen people who looked worse than this at the void. And he didn't have any weird questions about how they looked nothing alike, because Mr plant had explained to him that they were not blood related at all, and in Fact had chosen that they felt more comfortable as brothers.

"Is this your partner? They seem very lovely!" Mr plant's brother asked while tilting his head.

Mr plant quickly smiled  and nodded a couple of times. Then Argos replied, smiling too,

"This is he! My name is Argos!"

"How delightful! I am salad, fingers!" He said and smiled cheerfully while putting his hands on his cheeks.

"Please, c-come inside Kenneth!" He smiled again, showing pairs of yellow, rotten teeth Argos didn't seem to notice before.

Argos was also weirded out by the name change, 'why did he call you Kenneth?' Argos signed at Mr plant, only for Mr plant to smile and sign,

'His younger brother, Kenneth died during war. He has PTSD about that era, don't worry about it though.'

"Ah, how I wish I could understand your blokes' weird hand dancing." Salad fingers Interrupted and escorted them inside, Argos saw a hook with a top hat made out of flesh hanging and a skeleton under, then a shelf with a miniature horse and a small mirror.

They drank tea and chatted until late at night, when Argos and Mr plant had to go back to the void.

[trivalentlinks]

Nobody asked, but one thing I've found super helpful in getting undergrads to come to office hours is to provide food:

Starting a couple years ago, I've been doing these special evening office hours I call "Tea and Cookies" for a cutesy name, the evening before homeworks are due (around 7-8:30 pm) in one of the lounges with a large table that seats 15 or so, which are usually pretty empty at night.

I bring a kettle, boxes of tea from and boxes of cookies from the supermarket, usually some savory snacks for those who don't like sweets (like those cheese and crackers sandwich packs or small bags of chips, also from the grocery store). In the winter months I'd also bring hot chocolate packets.

(I buy the tea and snacks in bulk, so it's not expensive, though I also live in a LCOL area, so ymmv)

And I tell the students they can treat them like regular office hours (bring questions etc) or sit there and work on homework for my class or any other class and have a snack. (And they can ask questions about their other classes, too, but I'll prioritize my own, and I'll probably only be able to answer for math, physics, or theoretical computer science classes.)

Depending on the class, I've found attendance pretty great. When I was teaching two 60-person classes (linear algebra for engineering), I'd often get 10-12 at tea and cookies each week, sometimes more, sometimes fewer. Sometimes the table fills up so much people end up having to sit on the couches along the walls.

Also the casual atmosphere meant that more people were working together on homework/studying and could answer each other's questions that they may have been too embarrassed to ask me.

But also, I think people were just more comfortable asking me questions in this context:

Part of what inspired this was at some point I saw a post on Reddit of someone who had recorded their heart rate for the evening they asked their now wife to marry them. They had gone on a date, gone to dinner, and gone to dessert, and there was a significant dip in heart rate any time they were eating. Someone in the comments mentioned that it's actually harder to feel stressed while you're eating, because you're telling your subconscious mind that you feel safe enough to eat or something.

That's probably pseudoscience, but I do feel like anecdotally, in my experience, having the tea and cookies helps people feel more comfortable asking questions and working on homework together.

(And I did get questions about algorithms/data structures or probability sometimes, or sometimes my students just wanted to show me their projects for their other classes, since I "contributed" (i.e. provided them with food/tea). One kid tried to convince me to coach their competitive programming team once.)

(I also have the usual amount of regular office hours during the work day, in a classroom, without food/drinks/other distractions, but I get WAY higher attendance at Tea and Cookies--it's not even close.)

(I have not found this to work quite as well for grad classes, or even upper level undergrad classes. I guess the older students can tell when they are being manipulated, lol.)

Go to office hours!!!

[jungshookz]

omg cee for a holiday drabble request can we get some shy!jungkook who’s had yn in his class all semester and is partnered up with her for a final project and he’s like !!!!!!!! AAAA!!!!!!!!!

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre; sfw!! university!au!! fluff!! jungkook is shy!! y/n is friendly!! pocky sticks and goldfish crackers are exchanged!!

➺ wordcount; 4.9k

➺ what to expect; if he thought the back of your head was pretty... did that mean that he thought the rest of you was pretty as well?

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jungkook doesn’t like to say that he hates people because saying that makes him sound obnoxious and a little overdramatic, but if given the choice, he would 100% choose to be alone

and he doesn’t think that it’s a problem that he prefers his own company over the company of other people

it’s literally just a personal preference!

he likes to keep to himself mainly because he.,.,

well

to be honest, he just doesn’t like talking to people?? which he thinks is a pretty valid reason to roam campus as a lone wolf

it just takes so much effort maintaining a conversation and at the end of the day, he’s just here to learn and get his degree, you know?

and it’s not like he flat-out refuses to talk to people like a weirdo

he can talk to people, he just chooses not to initiate or engage in any type of conversation whatsoever unless he really has to

and don’t even get him started on those damn ice breakers that professors make everyone do at the beginning of every semester

it’s why he always sits in the very back of the auditorium where all the quiet people are

because quiet people understand each other and quiet people will nevER turn to start talking to each other when the professor tells the class to share two truths and a lie about yourself to the person sitting next to you!

there’s just a mutual understanding that everyone in the back of the room will sit in silence and keep to themselves all semester long which is very pleasant

not to mention, he hates having to deal with ‘semester friends’ aka the one friend that you make for the sake and convenience of having someone you know in the same class as you

you guys really don’t have that much in common and you can tell that they’re in a completely different social circle than you are (aka when you inevitably do a social media handle exchange you see that they have more than a thousand followers and you can immediately tell they were super popular in high school which intimidates you and your puny 250 follower count but you can’t back out of this friendship now without looking like a jerk) but the person is friendly enough that you can get along and kind of keep a conversation going

and then once the semester ends the two of you promise to keep in touch next semester even though both parties are fully intending to not stay in touch at all

and then when next semester rolls around no one makes any effort to reach out and be like hey, should we get coffee this week?? because you have conflicting schedules that would take so much reshuffling just to accommodate this acquaintance that you really don’t care that much about so then you end up hitting them with an ooh, i can’t make it this week! what about next week??

and then it just turns into a cycle of ugh, i’m swamped this week! next week? and can’t, sorry! next week?

and then you’ll see each other at the library one day and it’ll be a little bit awkward because you’ll do that awkward half-hug and your voice will go up like ten octaves when you greet them with that overly polite heyyyyyy!

and more promises will be made to get coffee and hang out soon even though everyone knows absolutely no coffee will be gotten

the point is: in the four years that jungkook’s been a university student, not onCe has he made a steady friend and not once has he been remotely interested in making a steady friend

and he doesn’t think that’s sad or anything - again, he prefers it that way!

...but you just had to come along and completely throw his plans out of whack, didn’t you??

unsurprisingly, you were the one who spoke to him at the beginning of the semester but he didn’t think too much of it because it wasn’t like the conversation the two of you had was very riveting

“hi, i’m sorry-” jungkook looks up from his notebook when you twist around in your seat to face him, “this is psychology 400, right? i lost a copy of my schedule and i think this is the lecture hall i’m supposed to be in but i can’t remember if it said auditorium 200 or 201-”

“yeah, you’re in the right place.” jungkook interrupts, offering you a stiff smile before looking back down at his planner

he was in the middle of compiling a grocery list for himself and now he doesn’t remember what that one thing he needed was…

…

ah!

chocolate pocky sticks

there we go

jungkook clicks his pen before tucking it back into his pencil case and shutting his planner

and… yeah!

that was the first conversation the two of you ever had

he doesn’t think he can really count it as a conversation because it lasted less than three seconds

the first exchange the two of you ever had?

the second exchange he had with you was actually the next class that same week

he was genuinely surprised that you sat in the same spot again because usually when someone realises that he isn’t willing to be their semester-friend, they move to another section of the auditorium the next time

but no

there you were in all your glory

“when’s the first assignment due?”

jungkook’s eyes flicker up from his laptop first before he looks up at you

“uh, in two weeks...?” he trails off, pulling up the calendar app on his screen before nodding affirmatively, “yeah, in two weeks. september sixteenth at midnight.”

“okay, sweet! and that’s a... thursday?”

“wednesday.”

“ah, okay. got it. thanks!

“mhm.”

the weird thing was the fact that you never pulled out the “i don’t think i ever got your name! i’m ___” card because you just seemed like a very ‘i wanna be your friend!!!!!’ person

and he doesn’t know how you made him do it but one day he found himself asking for your name which he didn’t think he’d ever do

(admittedly, he was a little klutzy in doing so because he’d never willingly introduced himself to someone and asked for their name all in one go before)

“are you eating goldfish crackers and... chocolate chips?” jungkook blurts out, leaning forward a little to peer into the little snack box you’re holding in your hand

you pause and look down into the container before twisting around to look at him, “mhm! you know, you wouldn’t think the combination would work, but it totally does,” you smile, holding your box up, “wanna try?”

jungkook immediately shakes his head, “oh, no, that’s oka-”

“no, c’mon-” you pluck out a cracker and a chocolate chip and set your box down on your lap, “hold your hand out!”

jungkook hesitates for a second before holding his hand out and letting you plop the treats in his palm, “and you... eat them together?”

“uh-huh!” you nod, popping a cracker into your mouth before gesturing for him to eat, “don’t worry - if you don’t like it, i promise i won’t cry.”

jungkook brings his palm up and tosses them back into his mouth

...

...

...

huh

that’s actually... not half-bad?

“see? what’d i tell you?” you beam, giving your box a little shake, “good, right?”

“yeah, i mean, i would never think to put the two together...” jungkook trails off, dusting the crumbs off his hands, “oh, um, by the way-” he clears his throat before swallowing nervously, “i, uh, i’m jungkook. by the way. yeah.”

“jungkook?” you say out loud, jungkook nodding in confirmation, “i will try to remember that. i’m pretty bad with names, so if i end up calling you, like, robert next week, don’t hate me.”

“i will try not to hold it against you if you call me robert next week,” jungkook laughs lightly before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, “and you... um, your name is...?”

“i’m y/n! by the way.” you tease lightly, the apples of jungkook’s cheeks turning a little pink, “it’s nice to meet you! ...even though we met, like, a month ago.”

“touché.”

“jungkook, you dog-” you gasp lightly, and for a second jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach because he thinks he’s said something wrong- “at least take me out to dinner first before touchéing me.”

jungkook immediately snorts and shakes his head lightly as you giggle to yourself

with that being said, even after that exchange he still wasn’t sure if he wanted to stay friends with you or not

yeah, you were nice and kind of charming in your own way, but...

(he couldn’t come up with a reason as to why he shouldn’t be friends with you, so that train of thought is still chug-chug-chugging along.)

                                     »»————-　❅　————-««

“are those pocky sticks?”

jungkook stops typing, his eyes flickering up from his screen to see you looking at him with a soft little smile, your arms folded over the top of your seat and your chin propped up on them

he looks down at the open package of pocky sticks sitting on top of his backpack next to him before looking over at you and nodding, “uh, yeah. do you... want one?”

“are they the chocolate ones?”

“obviously.” jungkook snorts, pulling one out of the plastic bag before holding it out for you, “nothing beats the original flavour.”

you pluck it from his fingers, inspecting it for a second before biting into it with a crisp snap!, “i personally like the strawberry ones better-”

“what??” jungkook gawks, “i mean, yeah, the strawberry ones are fine, but the chocolate ones-”

“the strawberry ones have a thicker coating! the chocolate coating is so thin and barely-there!” you hold the bottom half of your pocky out so that jungkook can look at the cross-section of it, “see?? barely any chocolate-”

“you don’t know what you’re talking about!” jungkook scoffs playfully, slapping his laptop shut before crossing his arms on his desk and leaning forward, “chocolate pocky sticks are clearly superior to the strawberry ones-”

“alright, robert, whatever helps you sleep at night-”

“wha-” jungkook gawks in mock offence, too distracted by the fact that you like the strawberry pocky sticks over the classic chocolate ones to notice the feeling of his heart skipping a beat at the sound of your laugh

strawberry over chocolate

...

ridiculous!

                                    »»————-　❅　————-««

now, jungkook isn’t particularly sure when it was that he started to notice how twinkly your eyes were or how sweet your voice sounded or how pretty your smile was or how nice your hair smelled

it kind of just dawned on him one morning??

he was just staring at the back of your head and found himself wondering how it was possible for the back of one’s head to be so pretty (you had your hair down that day and it just looked so soft and clean)

and then he thought to himself how weird it was that he just called the back of your head pretty

and then he thought to himself that if he thought the back of your head was pretty... did that mean that he thought the rest of you was pretty as well?

and then he thought to himself that yes, i suppose i would consider y/n to be pretty if i was ever asked for a list of people i considered to be pretty

and then he realized that oh, god. do i think that y/n’s pretty because i like y/n?!

and now it’s december meaning that it’s almost the end of the semester and he still hasn’t done anything about his crush on you because he?? literally has no idea how to handle it

his plan was to just ask you for your instagram and if you wanted to keep hanging out next semester and hope that it didn’t turn into a can’t what about next week can’t what about next week situation

and the fact that you guys are working together for the final project certainly doesn’t help with him suppressing his feelings at all

because you two have gone from spending time like three times a week in class to five or six times a week in and out of class

it was at the beginning of november that he discovered that you both had an hour and a half break after this class

so you guys usually go for lunch together (obviously, you were the one who asked first) and then go your separate ways

and then it was the second week of november that jungkook started walking you to your next class even though hiS next class is located at the opposite end of campus

he just????

literally has no idea how any of this happened

one minute he’s perfectly fine with being alone and the next minute he finds himself glancing towards the door every three seconds waiting for you to walk in because the best part of his morning is seeing you

because every time you walk in and see him in his usual spot your entire face lights up and your pace quickens and he just thinks it’s really cute how excited you are to see him even though you guys literally see each other so often

he always looks forward to hearing about what you did over the weekend even though he usually doesn’t care less about what anyone did over their weekend

he always looks forward to you bringing out your little snack box and offering him a couple pieces of whatever you have (you brought these sesame-glazed cashews the other day and they were really good)

he always looks forward to sharing his pocky sticks with you even though he’s usually very greedy with his pocky sticks

last week he let you eat like half the box and he wasn’t even mad

and yeah, he finds himself tossing a couple of the strawberry pocky sticks into his basket whenever he goes grocery shopping, but that doesn’t mean anything!

...

right???

                                     »»————-　❅　————-««

jungkook glances back towards the door as he taps his foot against the ground anxiously before checking his phone for the time or any texts from you  

where are you??

he booked one of the conference rooms in the library so that you guys could work on your project in peace

it’s much more quiet working here than in the general studying area because there’s always that one person who’s sniffling and coughing like a maniac

and you can speak at a normal volume in here which is good

you guys agreed to work on the project together at the end of the day and then you’d grab dinner together

and jungkook hasn’t been classifying these hangout working sessions as dates or anything but for some reason, this feels like a study date AND a dinner date rolled into one which is why his hands are so clammy right now

and on top of thAT he actually has a christmas present that he’s planning to give you but now he’s wondering if it’s too late to back out

you’re already like twenty minutes late

did you forget about him??

did you purposely bail on him??

is this your way of telling him that this friendship is over???

maybe he can text you and tell you that he had to go home because he has food poisoning or something

...but the image of him hunched over the toilet probably isn’t a very attractive one

is there like a.,., like a sexy way to talk about food poisoning?

jungkook paces back and forth as he looks down at his phone, typing a message to you and then immediately deleting it and retyping

hey! i’m gonna have to reschedule. i had a funky ass burrito for lu-

okay so there’s definitely no way to make food poisoning sound sexy

maybe he can come up with a... cool excuse of some kind?  

hey! can we reschedule? i have to save a baby from a burning building because i’m also a firefigh-

nope

he’s terrified of heights and also he hates babies so that excuse would never work

hey! let’s reschedule! i have feelings for you and it’s overwhelming me and also i feel like maybe you kind of bailed on m-

“hey!”

jungkook jumps in his seat before whipping around to look at the door, feeling a sense of relief washing over him when he sees that it’s you

okay

well noW he knows that you didn’t forget about him and that you definitely didn’t bail on him

“he-” his voice gives out halfway and he clears his throat quickly, “hey! i was, uh, i was wondering when you’d show up.”

“i know, sorry i’m late-” you smile sheepishly, shutting the door behind you with a gentle click, “it’s for a good reason, though! i got us hot chocolates!”

you raise the takeout tray in your hand before setting it down on the table, “i was going to get you a peppermint mocha because ‘tis the season and all of that, but i didn’t know if you would like it or not so hot chocolate was the safer option.”

“i like hot chocolate!” jungkook coughs, “peppermint mochas- i mean, i would’ve been fine with a peppermint mocha too, but i- i still appreciate the hot chocolate-” he rambles, nervously flipping his pen back and forth in between his fingers, “i mean, i, like, what i’m trying to say is that i would like anything you brought for me, you know?”

okay

he’s spiralling

whY is this happening to him??

jungkook doesn’t know if he’s ever been this nervous for anything before

he wasn’t even this nervous when he had to do a solo presentation in front of two hundred people in his history course last semester and thaT was terrifying

“alright, well, i’ll definitely keep that in mind for next time!” you chirp, pulling out one of the wheely chairs before plopping down and turning to face him, “what else do we have to do for our report?”

jungkook feels his heart skip a beat when your knee bumps against his

oh god

okay

he has to get it together  

just relax!

“oh, uh-” he turns to look through the checklist on his notebook, “we have to write up the conclusion... and also the annotated bibliography.”

“annotated bibliography?” you huff, scrolling through yours guys’ twenty page report, “oh, god... that’s going to take forever- we used, like, thirty different sources...”

“i told you not to go crazy with the scholarly articles...” jungkook teases lightly before taking a sip of his hot chocolate

ooH

there’s whipped cream on this as well!

“i just thought that it would make us look smarter if we used more sources-” you grumble, pushing your bottom lip out in a pathetic little pout, “and now we have to go through and annotate every single one...”

“hey, if it motivates you to work faster, i’ll get you an extra order of onion rings for dinner tonight.” jungkook hums, smiling fondly when you gasp excitedly and turn to face him

one thing that he’s learned about you is the fact that you are verY food motivated

one time you told him that you would be willing to rob a bank for a pack of oreos

...and he wholeheartedly believes that.

                                     »»————-　❅　————-««

you try your hardest to hold back a grin when you notice that jungkook still hasn’t moved his leg from yours

the side of your thigh has been pressed right up against his for a good twenty minutes now and it seems like he doesn’t mind it at all

if anything, it’s safe to say that he’s comfortable being this close to you

that must mean that he likes you back, right?

because you know for a fact that he isn’t normally a touchy-feely person and you were fully expecting him to pull back the moment your leg touched his

this is!!!!

exciting!!!!

you don’t know when you started liking jungkook but the details really aren’t that important

you just know that you like him now and you’re like 80% sure that maybe he might?? like you back??

if he didn’t like you, why would he be willing to get coffee with you during your breaks and walk you to class?

you were actually a little put off by him the first time you spoke to him mainly because he seemed like he didn’t really want to talk to you

and usually you don’t do well with people who don’t want to talk to you because.,., you personally think you’re a greaT person to talk to and if the same vibes aren’t reciprocated then you immediately hightail it out of there

and you were actually going to switch seats the next class but it was pretty cozy in the back of the auditorium and you liked that your seat was near the exit so that you could be the first one out without getting trampled over by everyone else  

so you figured you’d just swallow your pride and try to work it out with mr. pretty boy (yes, part of the reason as to why you stayed was because of how handsome he is.,., you’re only human!!!)

and it looks like it worked out in your favour because here you are!! hanging out with him outside of class!!

with that being said, you haven’t really thought about what your next move is going to be because you’re..., not entirely sure how to ask him out without potentially freaking him out or something

because if on the off-chance that he tells you that he actually doesn’t like you back after you ask him out with full confidence,,..,

ugh

you don’t even want to think about how awkward that’s going to be

and you don’t even knoW how you’d play it off casually without letting your disappointment show (“oh! well, that’s- pft- that’s totally fine, it’s whatever- like, i’m so... like, i’m so cool. it’s totally fine! dates are- dates are so overrated, anyway- romance is so lame-”)

you were thinking of maybe asking him out after the final project because if he says no then you’ll never have to see him again!

that’s the beautiful part of being on such a big campus

it’s fine

you’ll figure something out

just focus on this damn bibliography and try not to think about how good jungkook smells and how pretty his hands look when he’s typing

                                     »»————-　❅　————-««

it’s about an hour and a half into the session that jungkook suddenly remembers that he has a present for you

he turns his head slightly to look at you

there’s a divot in between your brows as your fingers practically fly across your keyboard

wow

you must really want those onion rings

jungkook glances down at his backpack before pressing his lips together tightly

when would be a good time to give it to you without it being like.,,. awkward?

maybe after you guys are done?

or during dinner?

or after dinner?

or after he drives you hom-

“i have a present for you, by the way-!” jungkook blurts out a little louder than intended, shattering the serene silence of the atmosphere

okay never mind

“you do??” you ask, jungkook nodding quickly

“i... yeah. a christmas present! for you.” he clears his throat, leaning down to pull the neatly wrapped package out of his backpack, “it’s just a little something, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

“aw, that’s so nice of you... i didn’t know we were doing presents otherwise i totally would’ve gotten something for you...” you trail off, pursing your lips in disappointment

damnit

you weRE going to get jungkook something but you didn’t know if he’d find it weird or anything

and now you must look like a complete jerk!

“oh my god, don’t even worry about it-” jungkook flicks his wrist to dismiss your concerns, “you can count the hot chocolate as your gift to me! plus, you splurged on a venti just for me-”

“i did splurge on a venti just for you...” you joke along, instantly feeling a little better about the situation, “and i usually only treat people to tiny little talls!”

(for the record, you’re definitely going to get him a proper present over the weekend)

“also, it’s totally fine if you don’t like it-” jungkook swallows thickly when you start to rip open the packaging, “i can return it and get you something else-”

!!!!!!!!

“oH MY GOD i love it!” you exclaim, feeling your serotonin levels shoot straight through the ceiling when you pull out a heart shaped snack box, “i don’t even know what to say, this is literally the greatest present i’ve ever received in my entire life-”

“oh, thank god-” jungkook flops back in his seat before placing his hand on his chest, “i was worried that maybe you wouldn’t like it because you already have a pretty extensive collection of snack boxes- oh, and!” he perks up, spinning around to pull something else out of his bag, “i also got you a box of strawberry pocky sticks even though i still think your opinion about them being better than the chocolate flavour is very wrong.”

wow

he really knows the way to your heart :’)

“i don’t even know what to say, kook...” you smile, “thank you so much...”

jungkook beams, giving himself a mental pat on the back for a job well done, “ah, don’t worry about it. i’m just glad that you like your gifts...”

...

okay, you don’t have a gift for him so this is the next best thing

“can i-” you pause, trying to think of how to handle this, “can i- sorry, can you just close your eyes for a second?” you clear your throat

you’re suddenly feeling a lot more confident about jungkook’s feelings towards you than you were half an hour ago

(aka you are now 98% sure that he likes you back and if you’re wrong about this assumption then you’re definitely going to regret the thing that you’re about to do)  

“close my eyes?” jungkook snorts, “why?”

“it’ll make sense in a second. just close them!”

“this is the part of our friendship where you kill me, isn’t it?” he jokes, setting his laptop aside before turning his chair so he can fully face you

ha hA

very funny

“if i was planning to kill you, i would’ve poisoned your precious pocky sticks a long time ago-” you laugh lightly, wiping your clammy hands on your jeans before turning to face him as well

“speaking of pocky sticks, have you ever tried the cookies and creme flavoured ones?” jungkook hums, jolting in surprise when he feels you place your hands on his knees, “because i was thinking we could just buy a bunch of flavours and try them toge-”

smak!

jungkook’s eyes immediately pop open the moment he feels you kiss his cheek, his entire face going beet red and his mouth going dry

you smile innocently as you pull back, jungkook trying his best to noT melt into a giant puddle of goo

you-

you just...

you kissed his cheek?

you kissed him?

maybe it was an accident??

maybe there was a bug on his cheek and you were just trying to kill it with your mouth

“you- i- heh-” he reaches up to scratch the back of his head, quickly averting his gaze when he notices you looking directly at him, “um, why... uh, what did you do that for?”

“to say thank you...” you shrug, biting back a smile, “and i guess it’s me trying to tell you that i... i like you too, by the way.”

jungkook feels his heart stop beating in his chest and his fingers dig into his thigh

too?

you like him?

too????

jungkook blinks owlishly at you, “you like me... too? r-really?”

“of course i do.” you hum, admiring your brand new snack box before looking back at him, “how could i not?”

(judging by his reaction, you are now 100% sure that jungkook likes you back so you now have nothing to worry about.)

“but how’d you know that i even liked you in the first place?” jungkook asks dumbly, still a little dazed from that kiss on the cheek

he can’t even think about how his body is going to react when he eventually gets to kiss you properly

“i mean...” you let out a little laugh before tilting your head slightly, “if the in-between class coffee runs and the walking me to class even though we both know it’d make you late for your class didn’t give it away, the fact that you let me eat half a box of pocky sticks without slicing my hands off certainly did.”

oh

yeah

that’s fair

“you make a good point.” jungkook nods slowly, “touché-”

“-”

“-!” jungkook holds a finger out before the corners of his mouth tug up in a wide grin, “and i will definitely be taking you out to dinner first before even thinking about touchéing you. don’t worry.”

christmas with cee 2020 masterlist

🎁what would you like from ceenta this year? 🎁

[hiddcnhorizcns]

julian’s heart skipped a beat when maisie said, don’t ever stop looking at me like that. it caught him off guard, a mixture of surprise and something deeper that he couldn’t quite name. her words hung in the air, effortlessly slipping past the usual casualness they shared, landing somewhere intimate, somewhere real. she had a way of doing that—saying something profound and brushing it off in the same breath, leaving him to process it alone. as she walked ahead of him toward the kitchen, her comment lingered, making his smile falter for just a second before it returned, softer, more private. he followed her closely, feeling that familiar warmth he always got around her. there was an ease to the way she moved around his space, like it was hers too, and he loved that. her comfort here made him feel the same. he chuckled when she asked if he thought she was cute. the way she said thank you was so genuine, so unguarded, that he almost felt embarrassed for making her feel that happy. almost. when she leaned into his shoulder, even if just for a few seconds, it felt like an entire conversation passed between them in silence. julian barely moved, careful not to startle her out of it, but inside, he felt the closeness, the boundary she rarely crossed. there was an unspoken understanding between them, though—one that said they didn’t need to be physically close to feel connected. and yet, here she was, and here he was, and he couldn’t deny that something felt different tonight.

as she laughed at his chaotic concoction of honey and sriracha, calling it awful with a twinkle in her eye, julian couldn’t help but laugh with her. she had a way of making everything light, no matter how odd or ridiculous the situation was. he caught her glance, longer than usual, and felt something stir inside him—something that wasn’t quite nerves but wasn’t fully comfortable either. it was that spark, the one that had been lingering between them for a while now, and it seemed to be igniting a little more with every shared moment tonight. "this is definitely either going to be amazing or a complete disaster," julian agreed, grinning as he looked down at the mess he was making on the counter. he liked how she didn’t hold back her opinions, always straightforward in the most endearing way. "but hey, we’ll either end up culinary geniuses or need a second dinner." when she asked what she should do, that little playful confusion in her voice, julian looked at her, still smiling. he could feel the weight of the moment between them, not in a heavy way, but in the kind of way that made everything else seem less important. "you can work on the popcorn. i trust your skills there," he said, handing her the popcorn bag with a teasing smirk. "and honestly, i think this honey-sriracha thing could be genius, or maybe i’m just as high as you are." as he handed her the popcorn, their fingers brushed for a split second, and the touch sent a small jolt through him, unexpected but not unwelcome. he shook it off quickly, focusing on the absurd culinary task at hand. but he couldn’t ignore the feeling that everything tonight, including the snacks, was somehow leading to something bigger. it was subtle, buried beneath the jokes and the banter, but it was there.

julian scanned the pantry, grabbing anything he could find—bags of chips, pretzels, a jar of pickles, even some leftover crackers he wasn’t sure were still good.he wasn’t exactly aiming for a gourmet experience anymore. it was more about keeping the vibe light, distracting himself from the tension building between him and maisie. as he grabbed a few more random sauces—mustard, ranch, and even some barbecue sauce that had been hiding in the back of the fridge—julian laughed under his breath. this night is getting weirder by the second, he thought. but it wasn’t the snacks or the ridiculous sauces that had him spiraling—it was the energy between them, that invisible thread pulling tighter and tighter. he wasn’t sure how to handle it, and right now, the only solution he could think of was to get even higher. "i definitely need another joint," he muttered to himself, hoping maisie didn’t hear him. he already felt the buzz from their earlier smoke session, but it wasn’t enough. not tonight. not with the way she looked at him, like she could see through his laid-back exterior to something deeper—something he wasn’t sure he was ready to confront. he needed to be completely, unapologetically high to deal with this, with her. maisie had always been his best friend. that had been a constant in his life, a safe space. but now, every smile she gave him, every accidental brush of their hands, every laugh that lasted a beat too long—everything felt charged, like they were balancing on the edge of something neither of them could name. julian wasn’t sure whether to lean into it or pull back, but the weed might help numb that indecision for a little while longer.

he pulled a joint from the stash he had tucked away in the kitchen drawer—just in case of nights like this, apparently. as he lit it, the familiar haze filled his lungs, and he instantly felt the tension in his chest loosen. it didn’t solve anything, but it made the moment more bearable, more distant, like he could observe it all from a safe distance. that’s what he needed—to be just a little further from the edge. blowing out a cloud of smoke, he glanced over at maisie, who was now wrestling with the popcorn bag, her focus adorably intense. he took a slow drag from the joint and smiled to himself, shaking his head at how absurd this all was. here they were, mixing sauces and pickles, acting like everything was normal, when nothing about this night felt normal. "so, we’ve got pickles, chips, crackers... and a bunch of sauces that probably shouldn’t exist together," he said, breaking the silence. he held up the jar of pickles with a raised eyebrow. "what do you think? pickle sriracha honey popcorn? or are we throwing in the towel and admitting we’re too high to make coherent decisions?" he took another long pull from the joint, his mind swimming pleasantly now, and handed it over to maisie without a second thought. they were always good at sharing everything—why should tonight be any different?

a thing she loved about the time she spent with julian was that he would always pay attention to her. it didn't matter if she was going on about some random thing such as lemon pepper or if she was going on about her childhoold traumas: julian would pay the same amount of attention to either, almost as if both of them were important to him. with her senses heightened by the drug, the whole different 5 senses turned into one by the moment she could feel it in her skin whenever it was that he looked at her. it was addictive to a point in which maisie caught herself thinking she should ask him to- "never stop it." there it was. "this." she pointed at his eyes, with a smile. "don't ever stop looking at me like that." as if what she had said was nothing much, maisie went on, walking in front of him towards the kitchen, as if his house were her own - both of them were used to ir by now, and still it felt like home, like her own piece of heaven. "there's always a first time to everything, right?" she smiles and then doesn't turn away for quite a while, still thinking about so many random things she said to him. "you think i'm cute?" turning around to face him and tilting her head with this childish smile she simply says the most honest "thank you." to her best friend, as if the compliment he just gave her was enough to make her happy for the entire week. maisie wants to hug him, but they've never been that physically close, right? it's a boundary of hers, even though she feels it different. so the only thing she did was to lean into his shoulder for some seconds - noticing just now, how close he was to her. while she was thinking of what's next, maisie heard what he was talking about and couldn't help but laugh at how odd all of this was going to be. still, she looked at him, at every move of his as if she was watching the most entertaining movie in the whole wide world. eyes locked on his hands, then on his eyes - and if there was someone else with them, the person would be able to clearly see how fond of him she was, just by this look. "this seems so awful..." she moves her hand, as if with this she means the whole mess he's doing up on this counter "... which is precisely why i'm in. it has to be great. or it has to be awful. or maybe we can find out this little secret of ours, whenever we're high... which, of course, it's something really rare for both of us, isn't it?" she laughs, grabbing the ingredients she remembers and looking at her own hand, half-shut eyes as she's trying to remember more. "should i go for the popcorn or should i get this random mix up?" she looks at him once more, longer than usual. she wants to tell him how he looks great when he's high, but... maybe not the time? "i-uh..." getting rid of the thoughts, she smiles at him, as if nothing crossed her mind. "do you need some help? what should i do? help me out, i'm confused."

[ray-ray-writings]

Hey. Hey you. Idea time.

Teacher aus, not enough. Like after the whole Mr. WasTaken stuff where Dream was acting like a teacher and everything!? Just imagine a whole school Au!

Techno teachin English and he adores his kids but he’d be damned before he admits it. That one teacher who’s like “learn from history before it repeats itself.” Hates being forced to do a Shakespeare unit.

Sapnap teaching P.E. And encouraging even the less athletic kids to at least do something physical in his class. You know he pulls a prank with the Fitness Gram Pacer Test more than a few times.

George being a history teacher, I don’t know he just super fits the vibe of that one teacher you always adore who’s like “don’t worry too much about this class.”

Bad boy halo as a science teacher, man’s is the kind of teacher to give candy out to the kids who answer the questions so he can encourage attentiveness. (He teaches physical science and Skeppy teaches geoscience across the hall)

And like, much much much more, but the most important part here,

Could you totally do a reader x Dream where Readers an English teacher and Dreams a Maths teacher? :)

With all the love- 🌻 strikes again.

🌻 you have my whole heart. All of it. Because you literally have requested my dream au (pun sort of intended). Literally like this is going to be so self indulgent because I love this with my whole heart and the amount of times I have fantasized about this (especially with me studying to be an English teacher and Dream with his statistics and stuff) is too many times to count. So you literally have given me an excuse to be hella self indulgent on my own blog and I could kiss you on the mouth for it. This is a few like headcanon type things and a little bit of plot at the end. 

I do have my own ideas of what role everyone has in the school and if anyone is interested I will definitely post those too! But for the main part, you just need to know the reader is an English teacher and Dream is a Math teacher. (But also completely agree with our beloved’s ideas about some of the other boys here and I definitely have assigned everyone their own subject haha)

We’re going to just start out with this general note: Everyone in the school ships you. Teachers, Staff, Students, Principal Philza, all of them want to see you and Dream end up together. You two hang out and playfully flirt all of the time. 

Dream is almost late to school every morning. He has a horrible sleep schedule and so it causes him to wake up 30 minutes before he needs to be at school. You know this and so every morning you bring Dream coffee and something for breakfast. A donut, fruit, oatmeal, scone, just a little something to help him get until lunch. He is very grateful for it and always accepts your offer. When you first started doing it, he always felt really guilty about it. But you kept doing it and refused to take his money and so he came up with a new way to pay you back. 

You two share the same prep period. Prep period, if you didn’t know, is a free period that teachers have where they don’t have a class to teach and they can use it to lesson prep, prep materials, grade papers, or just relax. So your prep period is two classes after lunch and so you always get a little bit snackish around this time and so in order to pay you back for you bringing him breakfast, Dream brings you a little snack every day. Something small, bag of chips, granola bar, some crackers, just a little snack to get you through the rest of the day. You two also spend your prep periods together. Sometimes you chat about your days, students, lessons, standards you have to meet. Sometimes you two just work in silence on your respect tasks. Usually if a student wants to talk to you during your prep period and they can’t find you in your room, they immediately check Dream’s right after because that’s where you would be. And the same for him and his students, if they need something and he’s not in his room, he’s definitely in yours. 

You two also have lunch duty together. You two are in charge of monitoring the cafeteria and making sure that there are no fights breaking out, no food fights, just making sure everything is okay. So often times, you two take a walk around the cafeteria and just watch all the kids until all have been seated, and then you two grab some lunch for yourselves and eat together. Sometimes, kids will come over to where you’re sitting and chat with you, a lot of the time when that happens they’re trying to push you two together. You just roll your eyes and laugh them off. 

You two crash each other’s classes all the time. For random reasons too. It started when Dream had left a few copies of a worksheet on the printer and you just so happened to print some things and pick them up. His classroom was on the way to yours and so you decided you would be a good co-worker and drop them off for him. So you did, not bothering to knock before you enter. All eyes snap to you as you walk into his classroom. Dream is in the middle of teaching. His arm is extended as he points to something on the blackboard. His emerald eyes meet yours and he looks shocked but he smiles. “Teacher Y/L/N… Is there something I can help you with?” You smile back at him and hold up the worksheets, “Sorry to interrupt. Left some on the printer Mr. WasTaken,” you tell him, walking over to his desk and setting the papers down. “Ah. Thank you, I appreciate it.” You give him a small shrug, “Of course. Have a good class. Pay attention!” You call to the class cheerfully before heading out and heading to your own classroom. 

That day you opened a door you couldn’t shut. Every once in a while now, while you’re in the middle of teaching, the door will swing open and Dream will waltz in with a paper or something in his hand and go over to your desk before giving you a wave and a wink and heading back out. So you decided to do it too, even if you have nothing to give him. Students look forward to your classes now because they never know if the other one of you will make an appearance. One time, Dream walked in and you were so engrossed in teaching that you didn’t even notice. He walked over to your desks and took a seat and just lost himself in watching you teach. About 10 minutes later there is a knock on your door, startling everyone out of their focus. The door opens and there’s Tommy with a wicked grin on his face. His eyes immediately find Dream and he smirks, “Mr. WasTaken… Would you like to join the rest of us in class?” Dream manages to keep the blush off of his face, but he is internally dying. To save some embarrassment he says, “Yes I’ll be there in just a moment. I had a question for Teacher Y/L/N and I didn’t want to interrupt. Go back to class Tommy.” Tommy rolls his eyes but complies. You rush over to Dream and duck your head near his and speak in a low tone, “I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize you came in, what was your question?” Dream is a little baffled and thrown off, because he doesn’t have one. “Oh. I’ll just come back later and ask. Sorry for the interruption.” And before you can say anything else, he’s out the door. 

You and Dream often charapone school dances. You two, much like when you have lunch duty, patrol around and make sure everyone is having a good time but is also behaving themselves. Students are always trying to push you two together during this, asking Mr. WasTaken if he’s going to ask you to the dance or at least ask you to dance. He always laughs and says no, no he’s not. Until one time he does. 

He definitely gets his students in on it. He buys a bunch of flowers and has the students line the hall making a path from the entrance doors to his room. So when you arrive in the morning and begin your usual path to his room to drop off breakfast, you’re surprised to find a line of students offering flowers to you. You carefully take each flower and make your way down to Dream’s room. When you get to the end you find Dream standing there with a cheesy grin and an even cheesier sign. ‘I would love it if you could say that you was taken to the dance by Mr. WasTaken.’ You can’t help but let out a laugh and nod at the sign. “Yeah?” Dream asks to confirm. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll go to the dance with you Mr. WasTaken… by the way, it’s you were taken to the dance,” you tease him lightly, reaching out and giving him a small hug before handing him his breakfast. He takes it, rolls his eyes, and hands you the sign. “English teachers.” 

The day of the dance comes and you and Dream arrive together. He picks you up from your house and brings you a bouquet of flowers, red roses and sunflowers. Your outfit would match his and you would look stunning. It would literally take Dream a few tries to snap out of the trance you put him in. But he’s the perfect gentleman, opens the car door for you and closes it before getting in and driving to the school where he does the same thing, opening the car door and helping you out before closing it. 

You two would have arrived a bit earlier before the dance actually started to make sure everything was taken care of. You two would definitely jokingly get your photo taken by the professional photographer that they hired for the event. It was a joke, but the picture came out so good and was just too good to pass up. 

You two don’t leave each other’s side the entire night. You two just stick side by side the entire night, just watching the kids. You two join the students sometimes on the dance floor, vibing to the fast pace songs they played. Every time a slow song came on, the students tried to push you together and get you to dance together. “Who asks someone to be their date and doesn’t slow dance with them?” But you two just ignore the students and shoo them off to dance with each other and stuff. It’s not until they announce the final song of the night does Dream actually finally get bold enough to ask you to slow dance with him. Your face heats up at the extended hand and the hopeful look on his face but you accept it and the two of you dance. You somehow manage to end up in the middle of the room and even though there are plenty of people slow dancing, all eyes are on you two. You don’t care though. At some point, you lean forward and rest your head on Dream’s chest. You could very clearly hear his heart racing faster than you would think possible and you can’t help but wonder if it’s because of you. 

As the song ends, you manage to pull your head away from him. You look up at him and find him already staring at you. You two just stare at each other for a few moments before Dream makes a bold move. He carefully leans forward and presses his lips to yours. You immediately kiss back, ecstatic that your feelings were returned. Around you, the entire gym bursts into cheers and applause and “FINALLY!!!!” 

You pull away from Dream, giggling a little bit at the reaction of everyone. Dream doesn’t let you get far though. He tilts his head forward and connects your lips once more. “I just got you, I’m not letting you get away from me that easily.” You just giggle at that and kiss him back. 

You two don’t pull away until the song is completely over. When you pull apart and look around, you find everyone staring at you. Some students even have their phones out and were recording you. The two of you just laugh and roll your eyes. “Dance is over… Get out,” Dream jokingly calls out to everyone causing waves of laughter to rumble through the crowds as everyone snaps out of their trance and begin to move. You and Dream stay to help clean up a bit after the dance before the two of you leave, this time hand in hand. 

Dream would drop you off at home. He walks you to your front door and waits as you unlock the door. It’s quiet for a moment as you two try to figure out the next step. Dream finally clears his throat and offers you a sheepish smile. “I’ll see you Monday then?” You almost immediately answer with a ‘yep sounds good’ but stop yourself. “Actually… If you weren’t too busy, do you want to come in and watch a movie or something?” Dream grins at the offer and nods. “I’d love to… Thank you.” 

The two of you head inside and just hang out for a while. You watch movies and cuddle on the couch. It gets to be really late and you refuse to let Dream drive home this late so he sleeps on your couch. The next morning you have a nice breakfast together before Dream tells you he really should get going, he still has some tests to grade. You of course understand that teacher grind and so you walk him to your door. Dream gives you a kiss before heading out and telling you he would see you tomorrow. 

Walking back inside, you find his suit jacket laid over the couch. You decide to hold on to it. You’ll see him tomorrow anyway, you’ll just give it to him then. So the next morning rolls around and you arrive at school, the suit jacket adorning your shoulders. It makes everyone stop, look, and smile. You don’t even notice really. You make your way to Dream’s classroom, walking right in as normal. Dream glances up to see who it was before looking back to his work but he immediately looks back up in a double take. And he just stares. You extend the breakfast out to him and he doesn’t take it. Just stares. You’re confused. 

“Dream?” He extends a finger and points at you, “You’re wearing… that’s my… that’s mine.” he manages to stutter out. You look at your shoulders and realize. “Oh. Right. Sorry. Here,” you say, trying to shrug off the jacket and hand it to him, but he stops you. “No, no, no. It’s fine… It’s better than fine. It looks good. Keep it on… Please?” He sounds so genuine that you pull the jacket back on, over your shoulder. “Okay… I’ll see you at lunch?” You ask, heading toward his door. He gives you a grin and a nod, “It’s a date.” Well that’s new…. But not unwelcome. “It’s a date.” 

You two begin dating shortly after that. You also find out that there were two betting pools going on. One between teachers and staff and the other between students. The teacher that won? Techno. The student? Tubbo. Had you found out sooner, you probably would have been offended but now it just made you laugh. Your new relationship didn’t change anything really. You still did all of the things that you usually did, you just now could kiss each other. You definitely didn’t do PDA in front of the students for obvious reasons, but you two couldn’t be happier.

Thank you again so much for letting me do this  🌻 anon. This was very self indulgent and just thank you :)

[sereniv]

like its really fun to reconstruct your meals to be without alternatives, or at least cutting out most. but sometimes it can be boring

salad with italian dressing i like. crutons that juat happen to be vegan. but no cheese, but thats fine

sandwhich with no mayo but maybe avocado, still expensive but less, but have to prepare more. not too bad. but then no cheese or meat. but onions and pepper and idk could be done

burrito with vegetables chips and tortilla. no sour cream. pretty difficult because the sour cream adds moisture. no meat and cheese is fine. doable but not enjoyable. as in force myself to finish it

pasta with spaghetti sauce easy. bread but no butter, olive oil is fine enough I guess. no mac n cheese unless using nooch. mac n cheese a bust for me

snacks are nuts and chips and crackers and fruit. i start to get antsy and crave brand name snacks could probably manage tho

no ice cream. nice cream takes time.

roasted vegetables are good. no butter

no butter for rice. makes things bland

so overall if someone were like me, theyd get food but itd be depressing

if they were like me and were able to figure what was most important, and what was more manageable then i think theyd be well off

if they are able to splurge then go for it

for me sour cream is a must but i can lessen the amount i use. sandwhich doesnt need meat. roasted vegetable sandwich with cheese onion spreadable garlic sounds good

butter is a must mayo lasts a while like once a month if i focus on diversifying my meals

ice cream isnt necessary.

i have the time to do this. not everyone does it tkaes effort and energy to change stuff like this

because also, cravings and change and all that can be near impossible to deal with!

thats why you have to always check in with yourself. give yourself challenges this is why I say have FUN

Bc if you dont have a legitimate reason for yourself making these changes it just falls flat.

going vegan was easy. but going healthy non alternative plant based is hard.

i usually go good for the first week and then cave. as in processed foods are made to be addicting.

but im able to cut out ice cream bc after a while i stop craving it, as long as im allowing myself some chocolate like chocolate dipped banana or just chips out the bag.

Sour cream i can lessen bc i love going overboard with condiments lol which saves money

i used to use butter a LOT globs on pancakes and bread and in everything. thrn i switched to olive oil sometimes and also realized i used it in things that didnt need it like mac n cheese

like when you get comfy with alternatives (or the real thing) you forget what you can live without its like you just eat without thinking

i had a friend, and ive heard this in other ppl too- going plant based and cutting out cheese and meat even when they were the biggest meat and cheese eater. and didnt realize how much was just habit

and you never know until you keep at it. check in once a month and think about food

theres so many products that come out and its exciting bc i want to try it. and i usually do

i just got like 7 bags of jerky nearly 6 dollars for not that much. its not something i need or even need to be emotionally happy. so when they are gone im going to try and find an alternative to that alternative like make a trail mix

yknow what makes it easier? actually listing the food you eat as meals. being able to visualize it so its not just going off of what your brain tells your stomach and tongue.

or else you end up eating a whole bag of chips instead of just having a side of chips

[someonewhowannadielol]

My name is JK (Alien!Jungkook! x Human!Reader)

PART TWO (SEQUEL TO ‘MY NAME IS 01001010 01001011′)

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Warning: Tooth-rotting fluff, Jungkook being a cutie, ok the real warning tags are Daddy kink, birthday sex, innocent reader being trained (???), lots of hicks and marking, cunt slapping, oral sex, uhh and jk being a competitive baby.

Genre: Fluff, Smut, if you squint and look closely, a little bit of humour.

Word Count: 5.6k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

It had been a week since Jungkook had, ahem, dicked you down. And it has been the best week of your life so far – he showed you things you had never seen before, the most beautiful scenes that your eyes feasted upon. You both had gone to the Neon Valley, it was a vast blue-purple lake that lit up at night due to the minerals on the sand bed below, and the lilies residing there would dance every night.

They fluttered, swung and swayed – and simultaneously, Jungkook and you too, had danced – he took you in his arms and as you both slow danced to the humming of the diva-crackers, you couldn’t help but look at his gorgeous face, adorned with a smile that you’d never replace for anything in this universe. You could feel yourself falling for him, he twirled you with ease, and as you stumbled back into his arms, he lost his balance trying to save you from falling and splash! 

You both had ended up in the hot water, and despite the current situation, you both had burst into boisterous laughter which echoed across the plain field around. In the shining moonlight, Jungkook’s face was more lit up than the neon water they were in, his long hair sprawled across his forehead, as he pushed it back with his left hand, while holding your waist with his right arm.

Jungkook looked at you with such intensity, you didn’t really know how to react. both of you knew you wanted more than just cuddles on your couch that was too small for Jungkook, more than grocery shop romances, and trekking on the artificial mountain, and more than watching movies together,, more than cuddling under the tree at the main park, more than making fun of each other, you wanted each other so much more badly.

“Kiss me,” Jungkook whispered, his face getting dangerously close.

“I’m scared,” Of course you were, but you didn’t move away from me.

“Of what?” Jungkook’s eyebrows bunched up like they always do when he’s confused.

“Of falling. Of drowning,” you answered as you looked into his eyes, how could someone not fall for him?

“Well, I’m already drowning, so don’t be scared, silly,” Jungkook’s eyes formed from his usual doe eyes to half-moon crescents and, you were no longer afraid to fall.

Because he was there, he will always be there, right beside you.

Fuck. You couldn’t help but curse as you saw the red spot on your lavender sheets, they were my favorite sheets. You had really bad mood swings when you were on your period, and you were basically uncontrollable. You saw Jungkook’s figure on the left side of the bed, sleeping peacefully, his chest heaving up and down as he breathes consistently.

“Baby,” you whined, as you almost pushed him off the bed. There was no way that you were going to the pharmacy to get the goods, so he was your only choice possible.

He stumbled as he got up, sleep still swimming in his eyes, as his hands went up to rub them, trying to get rid of the slumber that had taken over him.

“Yes, princess?” he asked in his hoarse voice – which turned you on (especially a lot now, since your uterus was sad, lonely and angry). His eyes travelled to the blood on the sheets, and it would be an understatement to say that he had a heart attack.

He immediately engulfed you in his arms, “Are you hurt anywhere?” he said, unable to breathe, because fuck, if anything ever happened to you, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

The worry in his eyes was making you feel guilty; did he even know what was happening?

“Jungkook, chill,” you laughed a little before directing him to the side of the bed, telling him to sit.

“Humans – well, only females – have to go through a period of time where they bleed. From down there,” you explain, and watch him go into a slight state of shock.

The poor baby just woke up 2 minutes ago, so this was probably hard to digest.

“You… you’re bleeding… and you don’t go to the hospital?”

“Does it hurt?” he asks in the timidest voice ever, careful not to offend you. He remembers once he asked you about body hair and since it was your biggest insecurity (cue Middle School flashbacks when you were the only girl with a slight unibrow and mustache), you couldn’t help but lash out on him.

“Yeah, it hurts a lot in my tummy,” you said on your way to the bathroom, “I need my supplies though, could you get them for me?”

Half an hour later, Jungkook returned with five bags of chocolates, chips and snacks – enough to feed a small village. The entire week, he kept studying you (you swear you saw him looking at you and writing notes in his small notebook, like a detective. Sigh) and your mood swings and tendency to eat the weirdest food combinations – he couldn’t help but gag when he saw you dip a whole cucumber in peanut butter.

“Kookie, cuddle with me,” during the day you would make grabby hands at him, and get him to massage your back, but at night you’d be the complete opposite – wanting to sleep as far away from him as possible. He also noted that you were more sensitive to jokes during the week, so he kept them at a minimum, and his praises at a maximum.

“Baby, you know, you look so cute in my arms,” he cooed, as he kissed your cheek while cuddling. He didn’t miss the blush that crept on your cheeks either.

Also, despite all the bleeding, you were ready to jump his bones anytime. He hasn’t had this much sex with anyone in one week. Not that he minded it.

You were more than ecstatic when you saw your favourite-est food in the world stocked in the human section of the grocery store. Spicy Hot Korean Ramen! You still remember when eating this used to be a challenge, back on Earth.

As you stacked the basket with half the stock, Jungkook couldn’t help but look at the ingredients – what was it that made you love them so much?

He was well, more than shocked to see all the different kinds of spices that humans could barely tolerate, chili flakes, red pepper oil, habanero flavored seasoning… he couldn’t let you eat this!

“Baby, this is too spicy for you, maybe we should buy this,” he pointed to the boring chicken and cheese flavored ramen. No! You were going to buy the spicy one and that’s finalized. Of course, Jungkook looked at you, and couldn’t argue. He doesn’t think he could argue with you even if he tried to.

Back at the apartment, Jungkook bit his tongue, trying not to say “I told you so,” as you fought your tears while eating the horrendous noodles. You were positive you could never feel your numb tongue as you chugged down the glass of strawberry milk that Jungkook handed you.

As expected, Jungkook was prepared for the stomach ache you experienced throughout the night, and gave you medicine to recover.

Before sleeping, you heard him sigh before saying, “I told you so,”

Jungkook had noticed you a lot, ever since you moved in with him. You didn’t have much belongings anyways, because you were only allowed to carry 100 pounds of baggage on the space craft, so you only carried the essentials. (Yes, you brought an oven. Yes, it was 77 pounds heavy. No regrets.)

While getting accustomed to his cozy, but huge apartment, you couldn’t help but trip over furniture. At first, it was his coffee table in the kitchen, next to the refrigerator. Every time you would get something to eat, your pinky would hit the leg of the table, causing you to splutter nonsense and then cry about it.

His bed was also higher than you expected it to be, so every day, for an entire month, after waking up you would underestimate the height – and always, always fall down from it.

He was extremely shocked by your ability to ignore pain, and to continue suffering every day because of the same cause at the same place. It’s okay, because now he’d hold you as you stepped out of the bed, and moved the coffee table to the other side of the kitchen.

He also noticed that humans don’t always have a thought out sleep schedule, they did as they pleased. Last night, you were pretty much half asleep at 4 AM, as you tried to finish the last episode of the new Netflix series.

“You were so sleepy, yet you continued to watch it without even understanding what’s happening?” he asked as soon as you woke up, to which you shrugged.

Again, next week, you forced yourself to get up at 5AM in the morning, so you could go for a jog. After all, you were thinking of getting more fit, all you did was lay on the couch. But as you headed in the bathroom for a shower after the run, he couldn’t help but think that humans are weird.

The first time Jungkook heard you crunch your bones, he was so scared, you almost though he would faint. He threw his game controller on the floor, as he ran towards you – thinking you had dislocated a limb, or something.

“Kookie, I was j-just stretching,” you could barely make out the words, trying to hold in your laughter as he tried to make sure you were okay.

With a sigh, he ran his hand through his fluffy – much longer – hair now, as he headed back to continue his game, “Baby, you’re so weird,”

“But you still love me?” you asked as you joined him on the couch, laying your head on his lap.

“I will always love you. Even if your bones crack,”

Bonus: When you got up at night for a midnight snack, you were surprised to see that Kookie wasn’t in bed with you. You later found him in his office, studying about how a human’s joint makes loud popping or cracking sounds because of the gas gathered there. He was finally content to ensure that you were safe.

Of course, you smothered him in hugs and kisses, because he always looked out for you. Always.

After a few weeks of being in Corellia, you had started to well… miss Earth. It was natural to do so; you’d lived your entire life there.

“I miss the sunsets, they were so pretty,” you spoke as you showed him a polaroid of you and your sister with the sunset behind you both. You pointed towards the one sun you had, and the purple, pink and orange hues of the clouds.

In an attempt to make you happy, Jungkook gave you a chocolate, they always made you happier, and he’d read somewhere something about chemicals in it making humans happier. But he was surprised to see you dancing (terribly) to a pop song, that seemed a little annoying, but he could deal with it.

The song had seemed to lighten your mood a lot, as you danced along with him happily, and as you looked at him, you felt happier. His long, wavy hair bounced as he danced with you. His eyes were smiling, and it was so pure that you laughed along. You were happy finally.

Until two weeks later, when you came across a photo of you and your high school class, trekking up a mountain on your senior trip to the north. Jungkook saw you sad again, missing Earth and your loved ones. Some were dead, some didn’t make it here, and some lived on the hotter side of the planet.

He put up the same pop song again, and cuddled with you on the couch. For the first time ever, you really felt grateful to God for something. You felt grateful that you were alive, and that you had Jungkook along with you. He looked how he looked every day, wearing a casual white t-shirt and grey baggy sweatpants. You adjusted yourself on his lap, and looked at him, and looked into his brown eyes. As you traced his face with your finger, he laughed, “Princess, do you feel better?”

You smile at the word of endearment, kissing his cheek, “You make me realize the difference between a house and a home. A house is a place, made with bricks and concrete, and materialistic items. But a home, is so much different. A home is where you feel belonged, a home is a place where you get that feeling of love. You make me finally realize how Earth was more of a house for me, but here, in your arms, I finally feel like I’m at home,”

You never thought Jungkook would be an overprotective boyfriend. Or a way too over protective boyfriend. During sex, he would go crazy on your body – sometimes treat you like a china doll, fragile and easily breakable, and sometimes it would be rough and harsh, not that you minded it.

His apartment was well, more suited for Jubal people because the ceilings, the bed, and of course, the kitchen cabinets were all bigger in height and size in comparison to your apartments back on Earth. Often, without thinking Jungkook would put food on the top most cabinets, and you often either felt too embarrassed, or too stubborn to ask for his help.

Which resulted in you – dangerously – climbing on the shelf to grab your precious food. This was a routine now, so you didn’t exactly pay attention to your limbs – just letting your muscle memory do the work for you. Right foot on the counter, and then you push your left knee as well, until you’ve made yourself stable on the counter top. Then, you stand up, holding the cabinet handle. Today was the same, but Jungkook had recently scrubbed clean the shelves, so they were more slippery than usual, and there was a fleeting moment when you thought you were about to fall (which would, by the way, give you the nastiest head injury), and before you realized it, Jungkook had looped his arm around your waist.

You were still shocked – chips in hand – when he settled you on his lap, almost like a child.

“Princess, what were you thinking?” he says as he lets you turn around, so you straddling his lap.

“I just wanted some chips, Kook,” you say with an amused grin. He was obviously distressed, as he sighed while running his hands through his hair, like he would when he was frustrated.

“Baby, you have to tell me if you need something from there, okay? What if you had hurt yourself?” his voice seemed to get louder with every words, and just like that, your amused grin was replaced with a pout, as you lowered your head.

 You didn’t mean to make him angry like that.

Looking at you, he knew he couldn’t ever stay mad at you. It was physically impossible for him. He hugged you, and your head rested on his cheat, feeling his fast heartbeat morphed into a more, stable and steady beat, “I’m just always worried for you. Even if everything is wrong, it’s alright, you’re the only good thing in my life,”

It had been ages since you had gone to a festival, and there was going to be a carnival-like festival in Corellia soon. You didn’t think Jungkook would be that interested, so you were quite surprised to see him… so excited about it.

“It comes twice in a year, you have to come! I’ve heard they’ve made it more human themed this year, so you feel welcomed, but we’ll have our traditional rides too!” he spoke with a gleam in his eyes, as you both got ready.

Jungkook of course, made sure you were wearing at least five layers of clothes, two pairs of gloved, and three pairs of socks. It was night time, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of you looking like a walking marshmallow.

“Baby, you look so cute!” he exclaimed, holding your hand. The dead town looked really alive tonight, as the red, yellow, purple and other multicolored lights lit the place up, to make it feel even more alive. You were really shocked at the amount of people present, but that’s what made it even more fun.

The first thing had to be food, you got two plates of fries, because, well, is it even possible or human to share food? And that too, fries? No way. 

Jungkook had recently discovered ketchup, and now he would dip everything in it before eating. Ramen, dipped in ketchup. Chips, dipped in ketchup. Bread, dipped in ketchup. And now, you saw him cover every single chip in ketchup before eating it. While you thought this was disgusting, you were still amused by his new found love for it.

You both scared a giant cup of strawberry milkshake, that looked like it was out of a romcom, cotton candy pink color, with whipped cream on top. And naturally, the cherry. Your noses touched, as you both drank at the same time, and you couldn’t help but want to live in the moment forever.

You both had spent the night, either enjoying rides that were too scary, and hazardous to experience but at the same time too fun to miss out on, or competition with each other to the next level. You knew Jungkook had always been a competitive little shit, whether it was about who would cook better and faster, or about who loved the other one more, he was always in a competition. This was no exception either, as you both we immersed in a car racing game, where you were well, obviously losing.

You had never really been the best at arcade games, and this car games was extremely frustrating, because the goddamn seat was too big and your legs could barely reach the pedals on the bottom while holding onto the steering wheel simultaneously. He laughed as you struggled to multitask, and at one point you didn’t realise you were going the wrong way until you heard Jungkook laughing so hard, he was struggling to breath. Three tries later, Jungkook had had his fair share of victories as he put you in his lap, and told you to focus on the steering only. He’d handle the pedals part. Together, you guys had broken the fastest record of the day and of course, he had to congratulate you. And the congratulations came in a form of a heated kiss – which wasn’t liked by the Jubals waiting in line to play the game.

Later, you both had way too much fun beating others in basketball as you paired up, and beat a Jubal power couple. Then came the bumper cars. The same Jubal power couple had hit your and Jungkook’s car so hard that you almost flew across the set-up, if it wasn’t for the seatbelt, and Jungkook’s arm around the waist. It was safe to say that Kook took his revenge by hitting their car repeatedly, as he shoved them into a corner. You kissed your over protective boyfriend on the cheek, he was just so fricking cute.

You both ate more food than you could handle, and as you were walking, Jungkook bought a donut and tried to feed you.

“No! No, Kook, I swear!” you tried to get away from him, but he held your waist as he pushed the donut in your mouth, smearing it over your cheek in the process.

“Kook!” you exclaimed, as he kissed you, and licked away any leftover icing.

You couldn’t help but blush when he smirked, “Sweet.”

At the end of it all, you pushed Kook into a small photo booth that sat on the other end of the carnival.

“Please? Come on!” you tried to show him your puppy eyes, and turned your lips into a pout.

“But baby, I don’t look good in photos!” he whined as you inserted the money to take a four portrait photo.

“Please? Just this once? For me?” you pouted again, and pushed him in with you, and you tried to drag his arms.

“You can’t give me the puppy dog face! You know I can’t say no to that!” he whined, adjusting you in his lap.

“Just pose, Kookie,” you said as you closed the red curtain on the side. In the first one, your arms were around his neck as you laughed and looked in the camera, and he looked at you, pouting. The second one, you both looked at each other and smiled, his hands in your hair. The third had been him grabbing your face, squishing you cheeks and bringing you closer (but because of the movement – it was also blurred, at which you were disappointed, but Kook assured you it looked good), and lastly, in the fourth one, you were kissing passionately, while Jungkook smiled in the kiss.

You both climb the small hill, where people are buying and lighting their lanterns in an orderly manner. You both buy one, and you end up writing “JK X Y/N” on it with red paint, and before Jungkook lights it, he adds a red heart, and “4EVER,” underneath which looks so cheesy, that it makes you laugh.

He looks at you, and kisses your forehead. Around 10:30, everyone lets go of their lanterns, and you both also let go of yours, letting it fly in the sky, as Jungkook cups your cheeks and pushes your hair back, before kissing you, sweet and slow.

The night had come to an end as all the Jubals were leaving too. You didn’t know exactly what time it was, but it was definitely i-can’t-walk-o’ clock, as Jungkook gave you a piggy back ride without any questions when he saw you stumbled into others. In one hand you held the teddy bear he had won from the water gun thingy, and in the other you held a cotton candy like sweet – but it wasn’t exactly cotton candy. It was blue and purple, and shined because of the crystallized sugar on it.

The last thing you remember was resting your face where his shoulder and neck met and mumbling, “This was the best day of my life,”

If someone had told you that you’d have a cook off with an alien in two months’ time, you would’ve laughed in their face. But. Here you were. Trying to cook the best alfredo pasta he would ever taste in his life.

You tried to glance on his cooking station multiple times, only to be pushed back, “Baby! It’s supposed to be a surprise!”

Jungkook really seemed to be absorbed in the cooking process, and you were starting to feel deprived of his love and adoration that he would usually shower at you when he was not working in his office.

30 minutes later, he brought you his favourite dish, the one that his mother used to cook for him when he was younger. It was orange red-ish coloured deep fried small cutlets, that smelled… amazing. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it tasted like, it was salty, but in a different way. And so, so, yummy. You were a little insecure when Jungkook took a bite of your pasta, and showed no emotion.

Oh no, you had tasted it and it felt pretty normal, juts how you’d make it on Earth. Was he allergic to something in it?

“Baby, what did you put in this?” he asked, but he didn’t seem to stop eating it. He didn’t speak anything until, well, he finished the dish.

“Can you make that for me every day?”

It had been over six months, since you and Jungkook had been seeing each other. Naturally, as a couple you both did fight – mostly over stupid stuff, like which restaurant to go to, or disagreements on what to buy etc. But you both would always sort it out, no matter what it was, he was always by your side.

It was his birthday, and Jubals never really celebrated their birthday – “Why would you celebrate this? I’m just one more year near death,” he said as you told him about ‘Earth Traditions’.

Albeit to whatever he said, you made yourself busy when he went out to meet the gang. You’d met them a couple of times before, being much closer to Taehyung because he never really questioned whatever you did, and just went along with it. You had enjoyed Jimin and Jin’s company as well (mostly because they cooked for you, not gonna lie).

As you hung up the balloons that said, “Happy Birthday!” individually, you had started to well, decorate yourself as well.

You knew how Jungkook always looked at you as if you were the most pure creature in this universe, his innocent little baby, so you decided to dress the part. Dressed in white panties, with a small bow on them, you adjusted your pink tinted, bra that came along with it. It left little to the imagination, as it was see-through, but there were small bows on each nipple, making you look like a present. You’d never really been the one to dress up in stockings as well, but here you were, tweaking your garter, as the pink shaded white see-through material latched on your legs as a second skin. Now, you waited patiently.

He finally came, around half past seven, and looked better than ever. You’d worn your silk robe that you would usually wear around, so he wouldn’t suspect anything. He looked so happy, his eyes crunched up into its usual crescent shape as he laughed while blowing the candles and eating your home-made cake. He had always loved your baking, so when you made his favourite Oreo cake, he was really, really happy. You’d made him a teddy bear – you were bad at sewing, but hey! A for effort.

“Kook, there’s a present in your bedroom too,” you said as you took his left hand and guided him in the bedroom. You had given him several gifts already, so why were you giving him another one?

“Baby, you didn’t have t-“ he stopped as soon as you dropped your robe in front of him, letting him take in the sight of you, clad in your lingerie that he had only imagined in his wildest fantasies.

The light hearted aura around him seemed to vanish, as a darker shade took over his eyes. Without speaking anything, he carried you bridal style, to the bed and laid you down softly on it.

“Gonna let me taint you, angel?” he asked, and at the sight of him, you couldn’t help but moan and nod.

“Use your words, baby,” he said as he let his fingers roam on your figure, and lit a fire in your core, making you overwhelmed.

“Yes, Daddy, please make love to me,” you whine, but he tsks on your choice of words.

“Angel, my princess,” he says as he leaves a trail of wet kisses from your neck to you collarbone, sucking on it, “I’m not going to love to you today, I’m going to fuck you, baby”

You gasp as he circles around the bow on your nipple, before ripping the thin material completely, letting the cool air hit your vulnerable skin.

As Jungkook just keeps looking at you, his long hair shadowing in front of his eyes, you can’t help but feel needy, “Daddy, please, touch me,” you whine, trying to get ahold of his hand.

He gently brings his mouth down, sucking on the little tip of your nipple, as his tongue works magic around it, and you’re already starting to get wet.

“It’s u-unfair that you’re all d-dressed up,” you moan, as you try to take off his white t-shirt. He chuckles as he takes off his shirt, letting you look at his god-like body. You were speechless when you first saw him, and you still are every time you both have sex.

His lean body, is just perfect in every way, and the way the moonlight hits his face, giving his face the shadows that come along with the highlights, you were dumbstruck at how breathtaking he was.

While Jungkook loved to mark you, mark your body, make you his, today was harsher, much more aggressive as he bit your chest, making you cry out in pleasure. He painted your body in hues of purple and bright pink, using his tongue to make each bruise feel better. As soon as he reached the hem of your underwear, he stopped, and that resulting in a whine from you.

“It’s my birthday, and you said I deserve anything on this day. So, princess,” he said, unbuckling his belt, and you swallow hard before he lets his cock free, ”let me fuck those beautiful tits,”

He pushes himself into your mouth without any warning, letting you groan and whimper as you produce enough saliva to make him sopping wet, “Good baby,” he whispers as he lets his dick between your tits.

You smiled, as you held your breasts together, and he slides his hardening member between them, “fuck baby, you’re so soft, so pretty for Daddy,” he murmurs obscene praises as you whimper in pleasure from the friction between your breasts.

He places his cock between them, and first experiments with his movements, and as time passes, he becomes faster, and messier. You both didn’t mind the mess, as his pre-cum lands on your chest, collarbone and nipples, and you can only whine in pleasure while letting him use your body.

His movements go from steady and fast to uncoordinated and stuttering, as he pulls out and pants, letting him catch his breath.

“Fuck, baby, they felt like heaven, but there’s something else, way better,” he grins as pulls himself down on your body, and looks as you underwear, directly. It makes you whimper, when you feel his hot breath through the thin material. He laps his tongue on it, and it feels so good, but not good enough, and you wish he would just take it off.

“Daddy, please, take it off,” you whine and he pulls your legs further apart and digs his face between them.

He smirks and looks at you, already fucked out as a blush stays on your cheeks. Angelic.

“Keep the stockings on, okay, sweetheart?” he says as his finger traced down your leg, as you shiver under his touch.

He comes up to you and cups your face, pressing a kiss against your cheek – and it felt so chaste in comparison to what you both had just done.

And before you could realize, he slips his fingers under the hem of your panties, and shreds them into pieces.

“What do you want from Daddy?” he stops in front of your clit, spreading your lips, waiting for your answer. He knew you were shy, too shy to speak vulgar words, but you were just so needy right now.

“Daddy, I need your tongue,” you speak, and let his tongue sit flat on your bud, it gave enough stimulation, but at the same time not enough, and you just needed more. You couldn’t help but buckle your hips into his face, and that resulted in his getting up and looking at you, making eye contact.

“You’re being ungrateful now, huh?” he says as he smacks the bud hard, where seconds ago he let his tongue rest. It’s painful, but at the same time, it just feels so, so good. He smacks it two more times before letting his teeth sink in your inner thigh, as you let lewd noises escape your mouth, as he further marks your thighs, and you knew, for sure that they would last a long time.

After a lifetime of teasing, he lets his tongue slurp the cum that escaped your pussy, as he went to town on it, eating you out as if he’s been starving for years. You let your moans escape as he slips his tongue inside you, and lets his nose rub against your clit. You were so close, just about to fall off the edge as he pulls himself away, and you whimper, grabbing the sheets as if your life depended on them.

“Your cunt is always, always so pretty and tasty for Daddy,” he smacks between your thighs again, making you gasp, “always ready for Daddy,”

His ruffled, brown hair shines in the dark of the room, the moonlight being the only source of light, illuminating his face.

He lets his dick enter you, gently, until you reach your limit and instead of waiting like he always does, he rams back into you again, letting you adjust with his steady movements, as you grab his hand and hold it. He always holds your hand when he’s being rough, to let you know that he can stop anytime. (but u is a hoe)

He slides out until only his tip is inside you, and lets himself into you all at once, fast and reckless. Wild. It isn’t long before your walls clench around him, “Daddy, I-I’m so close,” you say as your rub you clit, slowly with a continual movement.

You orgasm starts first, hot and sticky liquid, dripping down you thigh, staining your perfect stockings, and soon Jungkook follows, as his head buries in your neck, and he groans before letting himself loose.

“Happy Birthday, Kookie,” you whisper before letting him take you to the tub, where you both well, fuck again.

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A/N: It’s always so fun to write alien!jk, and I hoped you guys liked it. Also, a huge thank you to @bisoo-ausucre for supporting me so much!

Could you please help me decide what to write first? Frat boy!jk OR titanic!au with Jimin as Jack? 

As always, requests are open, and so is my inbox. See you next time!

[quickdeaths]

"H-handy?" Izumi hadn't ever thought of it like that. Since they moved to Tokyo years ago, this was where her family had always lived, but put that way, she guessed it worked out. On the other hand, maybe that there was a Catholic high school nearby had been a selling point, or even something that her mother had set as a requirement for their Tokyo move. Either way, she had to be thankful that the high school commute was just a short walk, rather than needing to take a bike, or ride the subway. A long travel time just created more opportunities for unexpected or unpleasant situations.

"Mmm..." Walking over to the fridge, Izumi started to look around for the snacks and drinks she'd promised Seika without thinking. Being in that it was just her and her dad, it wasn't like there were a lot of options. "W-well, there's whatever you want from here, Seika-san." Cold tea, fruit juice, melon soda and grape soda, for drinks, which Izumi stepped aside so Seika could take what she liked, taking for herself one of the green cans with the large melon on the side.

For snacks, though... Neither corn snacks nor potato chips were particularly popular in her house, and while Izumi herself liked the soy sauce rice crackers her dad ate, her impression was that they were kind of an old person snack, and maybe not something suitable to offer someone as trendy as Seika. "Um... I think I have candy in my room, m-maybe," Izumi murmured, already moving towards the far end of the house in hurried little steps. Her mom sent her a package a few times a year, usually filled with foreign candies and a handwritten letter, although Izumi wondered if it was just the case that her mom didn't want her forgetting how to speak Swedish.

As she walked down the hallway, Izumi absently palmed at the door handle to another room, making sure that it was still locked. Thankfully, it was, which gave her some relief as she continued to her own room. A western-style bed in the corner, and a wooden desk set aside the far wall, with a small lamp and a laptop computer sitting upon it, were all fairly normal things for a teenage girl's room to feature. The rest of it, though, was perhaps rather out of place for the kind of image Izumi presented.

With only some small carve-outs for the aforementioned bed and desk, and a bit of floor space in the middle, the room was filled, wall-to-wall with high, black shelves that stretched all the way to the ceiling, each filled end-to-end with CDs, cassette tapes, and vinyl records. In total, there had to be well over 1000, perpetually in a state of being reorganized, but always tidy-looking. There was so much overlap between genres sometimes, and did blackened death metal really need its own place, but if not, was it more black metal or death metal? The ceiling, too, was used to the fullest extent of its space, with dozens of heavy metal posters plastered up, sometimes overlapping each other, a curious mix of handsome, pretty men, cool, badass women, and all kinds of occult, horror imagery between album covers, tour flyers, and promotional material.

Crawling down underneath the bed, Izumi gently pushed aside her guitar case and drew out the clear plastic container where she kept all her mother's candy. "S-sorry if they're weird," she whimpered, holding the small container out towards Seika. "They're from Sweden, so they m-might not be what you're used to, but please take whatever you want!" Gott & Blandat, Djungelvrål, Marabou chocolate and Daim, skumkantereller, Mariannes... There was a lot of good stuff there, in Izumi's opinion, and she hadn't eaten much of it yet. That Seika wouldn't be able to actually read of the bags, though, seemed not to have crossed her mind.

"Aww, thanks!"

It's sweet of Izumi to assure her that she's not unreliable, Seika thinks. Especially considering she doesn't really know her, so she has no way to be sure.

When they arrive at Izumi's house, Seika stretches before exclaiming-

"I'm coming in!~" -and she leaps into the house before stepping out of her own shoes, taking a moment to look around and take everything in. In the moment of silence that passes as she does, she wonders what to say next. While Seika's never starved for conversation topics, she can tell that Izumi is quite a nervous person, so if she started asking her too many questions, would she become uncomfortable? Is it better to just talk about herself?

...But in the end, Seika isn't the type to overthink things, so she doesn't pay her concerns all that much thought.

"You live pretty close to the school, huh? That's handy. Hey, do you mind if we get some snacks first? I haven't eaten since lunch, and I'm soooo hungry, y'know!"