#im gonna be walking through the store in a Daze tomorrow

[slygirl666]

lack of self control pt. 1 (F.W)

A/N my first Fred x reader, technically a Slytherin reader agin but they are adults in this. Fred lives after  the war in this, because he shouldn't have died. 100% inspired by the song strawberry lipstick by YUNGBLUD was suposed to be a one shot but now it’s split into like 2 parts sorry

warnings: language really that should be it for this part, Smut in the next part can be a one shot

word count: 3,383

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Fred and George spent the day interviewing witches and wizards to work at the shop. George was going to be on his honeymoon soon, him and Angielina planned on spending two months in Italy. The boys had been meaning to hire help for a while so it just made sense.  

George sat back with a sigh looking at the clock above Fred’s head. “Angie’s gonna kill me if i'm not back for dinner, can you take the last one on your own?” “Of course mate,” Fred smiled tiredly at George who packed up and left. It had only been two years since the war but to Fred, who nearly died it was like yesterday. His life felt like it's hardly moved since then, George would be getting married in two weeks, Ron was already married, Ginny was engaged. Maybe He’d be like Charlie and grow up alone doing what he loved.

Or not the man yearn for something new and exciting.

There was a knock on his office door, and that when you walked into his life...again

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It was Fred's sixth year when he had first noticed you. You were just outside of Honeydukes with a group of giggling girls by your side. Someone had handed you a bright red lolli. He watched carefully as your face twisted into one of complete innocence before placing it on your tongue and pulling it into your mouth, then pulled it out of your puckered lips with an exaggerated ‘pop.’ after that he entered the store as you drowned in a fit of giggles handing the candy off to the girl next to you.

At that point Fred hadn't even known your name. What he did know was that you were enticing and he wanted to see more of you.

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“Hello, Y/N Y/L/N.” you stuck out a hand.

“I remember we went to Hogwarts together.” Fred Gladly took your hand shaking it.

“I’m surprised the famous Fred Weasley remembers me. “ you  let out a laugh as she said his name.

“How could I not? I was a part of that little stunt you had pulled on Umbridge,” he laughed watching your face go red. “Although that was just as much as a surprise to me.”

  You hid behind your hand embarrassed. “Merlin, I can’t believe you remember that, I was so Bold back then.”

“No i think you really just wanted her to shut up.” he let out a laugh.

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The First time Fred spoke to you was in detention, with Dolores Umbridge. You had been sitting at a desk writing your lines when she pulled the lanky ginger boy in by the ear. She had started him on his lines before she was called away for another ‘emergency.’

He remembered you from that Hogsmeade trip last year. “What are you in for?”

You took a second before turning to him, “she said my uniform was against regulations.”

He took her in noticing the silver and green tie around her neck. “There's nothing wrong with it.”

“Exactly.” you rolled your eyes annoyed. “I told her it’s not my fault I'm a little shapely, then she screamed out ‘detention’. And the last time I wore my pants to class, she said it wasn’t ladylike to wear trousers.”

Fred laughed, “I’m Fred Weasley by the way.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you shook his hand.

It took another week before he saw you again, he was entering his DADA class as sixth years exited. Umbridge was calmly talking to you about how a young lady shouldn’t paint her face like a tart and she didn't want to see that in her class.

“You have no right to say that to a student,” your voice was scary and even. “You do not know me.”

“Maybe not miss Y/L/N,” she giggled. “But I do know of your reputation with the boys.”

Fred was a little concerned he went to put a hand on your shoulder fully intending to drag you out of that horrid women's classroom. You looked at him, eyes glimmering with mischief as you bit your lip.

“Right,” you nodded, voice turning sweet. “And my reputation says everything about me.”

Without a moment's hesitation you had pulled Fred by the tie for a fiery kiss. Fred couldn’t tell if it had been ten second or ten minutes when you pulled away. You licked your lips dragging the pad of your thumb across him bottom lip. “I got some of my lipstick on you.”

You pulled your thumb into your mouth walking away from a shouting Umbridge, laughing class and a dazed Fred.

* * *

You had gotten through the interview quickly. “Well Y/N, I’ll be talking with George tomorrow, if you get the job expect an owl in the next week or so.”

“Thank you,” you had gotten up going for another hand shake. “It was good to see you again Fred, hopefully it won't be the last time.”

Fred watched as you walked down the stairs to the front door, he mentally scolded himself feeling like a sixteen year old boy again. You hadn’t changed one bit. You still held yourself as though you knew you were desirable and you wanted to show it.

Fred mentally scolded himself, as far as he knew you were married or in a serious relationship. He sighed, closing up the shop.

It had taken two days for you to get an owl saying you got the job. You were ecstatic, you found a job, it didn’t hurt that you were working for the man of your school girl dreams as well.

You were called to the joke shop the day after for training, the twins were going to show you how to handle products and where everything went.

You had spent all day in the back room memorizing most of the products, when the crowd died down George had led you to the front of the shop where he showed you how to work the displays and demonstrations. It had been a long day and worse for the twins because they spent the day between you and their customers.

“I say you join us for a drink at the pub.” George smiled at her, “my Fiancé is meeting us there tonight.”

“George she just spent the entire day here i dont think she wan-”

“That would be lovely, I have no reason to be home so soon.” you raised your eyebrows at fred, “i could really use a drink too.”

“We’ll lead the way,” George smiled at her. The three of them went down the stairs where George locked the doors. He walked ahead of you and Fred, leading you to the exit of Digon Alley.

“Is it a muggle pub?” you whispered up to Fred who nodded at you.

“Muggle London is awfully busy on weekends.” he offered his arm. You linked your hesitantly through him. “We go here every few weeks for a few drinks, some of our family will most likely be joining us.”

You nodded at him, slightly intimidated by the idea of meeting a family full of famous people. By the time you three got to the pub there was already a rather large table with a generous amount of redheads.

They greeted Fred and George before noticing you.

“I never knew you had a girlfriend, Fred,” a thick French accent cut through the silence. Fred shook his head at her.

“Sweetheart, i think that's their new employee.” A man she recognized as Bill Weasley, give or take a few years since the last time she saw him, wrapped his arm around the pretty french woman.

“That is correct, im Y/N Y/L/N.” you waved rather awkwardly.

“Bloody hell aren’t you the girl who shagged someone on Umbridge’s desk before dropping out?” Ron went slack jawed as Hermione slapped his arm crying ‘Ronald.’

You snorted the Slytherin in you coming out, “is that really what they said? I just snogged your brother in front of the entire seventh year before entering private lessons.”

Ron’s jaw dropped. Angelina laughed, “Merlin, I remember that, we made fun of Freddie boy here for a whole month.”

“Yeah,” you laughed, then turned to Fred. “did I ever apologise for that?”

“No need to,” George chuckled. “Freddie thought about that day for years.”

“Then i'm not sorry,” you smirked at the amused crowd. Who started talking among themselves. They asked you questions about the time you spent out of Hogwarts and the brief time you were in the healer program.

You got along with the weasley family just fine. They eventually moved on to talking about family affairs. You got up feeling a bit awkward now. “I should get going.” some of the family playfully booed. “Sorry someone has to feed the cats at home.”

Fred got up letting you slide out of your seat, “see you tomorrow, Y/L/N.”

You nodded going to the bathroom to apparate out.

* * *

It was another week that went by fairly uneventfully, the Twins had given you a simple uniform guideline, of a pencil skirt or slacks, a plum button up and a dusty orange bowtie, colores both of them seemed to favor.

You were in the shop ringing up the last customer of the day when you heard laughter and yelling.

“George this isn’t funny,” you walked up the stairs curiously. “Mum s’ gone mad I swear. I’ve told her so many times, she doesn't have to set me up. I'm a grown man.”

“Fred, George,” you knocked softly on the door before opening it. “We're done downstairs, I wanted to be sure you two were fine.”

“Why don't you just bring Y/N.” George’s face lit up. “It would shut mum up.”

“George, don’t drag her into-”

“Into what?” you looked at the twins amused.

“Mum wants to set Fred up with her friend's daughter for my wedding,” George laughed. “Lovely girl, but exceptionally clingy and loud.”

“I’ve been ‘set up’ with her for most family events,” Fred groaned, “would you go?”

“Sure your family is lovely.” you shrugged. George laughed, “now I’m going home now, George just send me the details.”

You winked at the boys and walked out of the store.

“Freddy you’re drooling,” George let out another laugh.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have made the skirt an option.” Fred grumbled to his brother.

“Well look at the bright side, you have a date with one of the prettiest witches you know.”

Fred shoved his brother diving into paper work to distract his thoughts of you.

But you made sure to make that difficult for him wearing that skirt every day you could, it was hard not to notice his stare that traced every curve of your body when he thought you weren’t looking.

The wedding was tomorrow meaning the shop would be closed for the rest of the weekend. George being busy ment you and Fred were stuck at the shop alone. You sat on the counter cross legged as you and Fred looked at the store layout next to you, you two were preparing for the back to school rush that was sure to happen.

“Well if the Pygmy puff sells a lot with the female crowd, what if we put a love potion display across from it. You know just a little push.” you leaned closer to the paper then looked to Fred.

“That is a wicked idea.” he looked up at you, “where have you been! Georgie and i always wonder where to put the love potions this time of the year.”

“You boys just needed a womens’ touch.” you giggled catching a red painted lip between your teeth.

Fred looked up at you, you were only inches away from each other, he audibly swallowed eyes moving from your lips to eyes. “Yeah I think we found it.” he got close, you could feel his breath on you before muttering a “to hell with it.”

Just then he kissed you. It was a soft gentle kiss so you would have the s[ace to move away, but you didn’t want to. Bringing your arms up to his neck pulling him closer. He tasted like sweet coffee.

Eventually you needed air. The separation seemed  to bring the two of you back to reality. You giggled at him, his eyes were half lidded, lips smeared with the vivid red you had on your own. You took your thumb whipping it across his lips, showing him the red. “I got some of my lipstick on you.”

He laughed, “it wouldn't be the first time.”

“Uh yes,” You smiled at him getting off the counter. “I should get going, I'll see you tomorrow Fred.”

You walked out realizing that tomorrow would be a very interesting day.

* * *

You paced in your apartment in muggle London. You were dressed in a pale green sundress, you looked in the mirror adjusting it, the dress fell just above your knees but the neckline was rather daring considering your chest size was generous. You had given your hair a light curl making sure it covered your back to hide your battle scars. With some shimmery eye makeup and that same red lipstick you wore when you wanted to feel confident you were ready for George’s wedding. That you were going to, with Fred. Your boss, who you kissed last night.

“Merlin,” you muttered, going for a shot of firewhiskey to calm your nerves. There was a rhythmic knock at your door.

Fred was at your doorstep ready to escort you to the Burrow for the wedding, you agreed to go early so his mother believed he had a date. Plus he was the best man he needed to be there early.  

“You look rather dashing,” you gave him a once over he was wearing a button down, rolled up to his elbow and a black vest and bowtie.

“And you look exceptionally pretty today,” he smiled at you. Holding a hand out for you. You didn't hesitate to grab it, he pulled you close. He took his wand out then there was a familiar nauseous pull in your stomach.

You and Fred  landed outside of the tallest most spectacular building you’ve ever seen. “It’s not much but it's home.” he smirked at the look of awe on your face.

Not letting go of your hand he guided you inside.

A plump redhead woman with grey streaks in her hair excitedly walked towards you. “You must be Freddies date.” she pulled you in for a hug.

“yes , Ma’am, Y/N Y/L/N.” you went a bit rigged at the sudden hug.

“Oh, none of that. Call me Molly,” she let you go eyes searching every inch of you. “You’re a pretty thing aren’t you. I almost thought Georgie was lying when he said Fred had a plus one.”

She laughed, you stifled a giggle as Fred whined at his mother. The woman turned to fuss over him, it was funny he was a giant compared to her, yet he still managed to look like a disgruntled five year old as his mother fixed his tie.

The ceremony was short and sweet, something you were thankful for, it took all of thirty minutes for the bride and groom to say ‘I do.’ the thing you weren't expecting was to sit at the family table. They served appetizers as guests mingled. You looked in awe as all the weasleys talked and laughed together all around you.

“They are really something else, aren’t they,” Harry potter sat next to you looking amused. “I had that same look on my face the first time I came here, about ten years ago.”

“They're all so close,” you smiled fondly. “Im Y/N Y/L/N, by the way. It's nice to officially meet you.” He smiled, shaking your hand.

Soon Fred was called to give as Speech as dinner was being served, “Hello, I am Fred Weasley the handsomer of the Weasley twins. But we aren't here to discuss that were here to congratulate Angelina and George. So George has known Angelina since first year and was completely in love with her by fourth year, not that he'd admit it. So i tried to push him during our school days, i even asked her on a date at some point, which caused a row but he was to dence to say anything.” Fred took a deep breath, “it only took ‘round twelve years but were here now, and that's what matters.”

People clapped, Fred held up a hand, “by the way we switched suits before the wedding, Angelina you are now legally Mrs. Fred Weasley.”

“He’s missing an ear you dumbass,” Angelina laughed, the crowd of people joining her.

You were amused when you had talked to your own family; they were rather cold, always talking about how the marriage will bring a long line of great purebloods to come. This was about family though. It was rather charming.

The rest of the wedding went on with warmth and adoration soon everyone was joining the newlyweds on the makeshift dance floor. Fred held a hand out for you, taking a large gulp of wine, you gladly took it to join the rest.

“So, are you enjoying yourself?” Fred playfully spun you around before pulling you back to him to resume swaying dramatically.

“yeah , everyone is lovely,” you smiled up at him. You couldn't help but laugh at his exaggerated movements.

The two of you playfully danced to a song you had never heard before, Fred continued hid goofy slow dancing. Eventually he dipped you causing another fit of laughter. When the song ended he led you to a table. “I’ll go get you another drink.” he winked and walked towards were they served the drinks.

Ginny Weasley sat at the table, her heels in front of her on the table as she looked you up and down. “So, a girl can finally keep up with Freddie,” she smirked as your face heated up.

“Were just friends,” you protested.

“Sure, sure.” She shook her head as Harry came and sat next to her.

“Gin, stop teasing,” he rubbed her shoulders affectionately.

“You can’t tell me what to do harry,” she gave him a playful look. “Plus he deserves it. Do you know how many years he gave me grief about you.”

Fred returned with two glasses of wine. “Hope they aren’t giving you a hard time.”

“I told you no need to worry,” you rolled your eyes. “Seriously, your family is absolutely lovely.”

The rest of the night went by with a few more glasses of wine, and more silly dances. By the end of the night you were a bit more than tipsy.

“We have extra room here, Freddie,” Molly smiled at her son as he talked about flueing you home.

“Mum, we’re going to go,” Fred groaned at her. “Comon, we’ll flu to my flat then get you home.”

Fred led you to the fireplace.

You got to his flat above the Joke shop, he didn’t want you apperateing drunk.

“You can take the bed, I think I have some sweats or something you could borrow.” he scratched his head walking over to the dresser.

“It’s fine Fred I can take the couch,” he handed you a pair of sweats and a plain shirt. You put the sweats on, they hugged your hips a bit because Merlin, this man is skinny. You struggled reaching for the zipper. “Can you help with the dress?”

You heard his footsteps get closer to you. He gently pushed your hair over your shoulder, slowly trailing the zipper down. His eyes followed the skin that was exposed. You could feel them on the large gash scar across your back.

“I got it during the battle,” his hand traced it. “That was the day I was officially deemed a blood traitor.”

You turned to look at him,  his eyes met yours, hands finding his way to your hips, turning you to face him. “I have my fair share of scars from it too, want to see?”

He licked his lips, eyes shining as you nodded at him. That's when he broke pulling you in for a searing kiss.

[theharlequinwriter]

Home Alone

Summary : Dean leaves reader home alone to see what she does and then comes back to find her in a very fun situation.

WARNINGS : SMUT , SWEARING , MASTURBATION 

Word count : 1350

''Wow uhm yeah sure, I'll see you guys then''  

Sam hung up the phone as he walked into the room. Looking around quite puzzled it wasn’t till dean spoke did Sam finally snap out of his daze.

''Who was that Sam?''

''Uhm a guy from law school, they want to have a reunion and would really like me to come.''

''You Should go, It will be good for you, Dean and I can handle ourselves till you get back.''

I patted Dean on the shoulder while walking to the kitchen. The boys followed close behind me still bickering if Sam should go or not.

''Sam, I mean it's only a weekend, go, get drunk, bang a blonde!!''  

Dean winked at his brother while casually sticking his tounge out at me.

I brushed it off trying to hide the fact that my face was the color of a tomato or the shirt dean was wearing today with the grey plaid that makes his look so good I can't help but.......

Snapping back to reality noticing dean and Sam were still arguing about this trip.

''Sam just fuckin go!''

I slammed my drink down.

''Sam you need this, we can survive one weekend without tearing into each other's throats.''

''Just into each other's clothes right y/n''

My mind went blank, like really, did he just say that. Shaking my head, back to talking to Sam.

''I'll Find us some local small game to keep us busy, you go and have fun.''

The next morning Sam decided to go on his trip leaving Dean and I alone for the whole weekend.

''How about I search for a hunt while you go get some grub?''

Dean handed me his wallet with about 3 credit cards all in a different name.

''Yeah sure, I'll take my bike and ride down to the store.''

Getting back I noticed that baby was no longer in her hidden spot from the bunker. Approaching the door, a note stabbed to the wall with my hunter’s blade.

DOING FAVOR FOR A FRIEND BE BACK TOMORROW – D

This was just like him to leave when I'm not looking, Dean isn't exactly the stay for eggs kind of man. Throwing what food, I did get onto the counter I noticed that I was completely alone which never happens like ever.  

‘’bath time!!’’

Putting on my favorite pandora station I sank eyes deep into the tub thinking about the fact that im all alone in the bunker. Sinking deeper into the tub my hands began to explore my hips then my thighs when I finally found my core I count help but touch and rub cause chills of pleasure to surge through my body with every movement.  

The water began to run cold and to be honest I needed more friction. Wrapping myself in a towel I ran to my room as fast as I could as too not expose myself to the cold air. Finally reaching my bed I put on one of my old journey shirts and laid down and began to play with myself once again. Feeling how wet and dripping my core was now I began to get a bit braver and let out little moan and hums here and there. Arching my back so my index could hit the perfect spot I began to moan and pant gripping the sheets with my free hand, images of dean began to flood my mind.

‘’god......ahhhh...yes...’’

I could feel my insides get warm as my climax began to draw near.

DEANS POV

‘’god i hope she bought it’’

Pulling up to my parking spot near the bunker thoughts of what y/n would do with her alone time haunting me the entire time. Walking up to the door I see that she got my note and that means shes home. Tip-toeing into the bunker I heard nothing but silence. No music, no movies, not even the sound of a guy talking or anyone.

‘’hello?’’

Maybe she left to the bar to bring a guy back.

The thought alone made my blood boil. I've been trying to get the nerve to finally confess to y/n how I feel, this weekend was my chance but not If she's with some bar dude on her bed.  

Feeling this surge through me I couldn’t handle it, I raced across the bunker right before I got to the door I swear I hear her.........moaning my name?...

Y/N POV

‘’AHHHHH FUCK!!!.... DEAN!’’

I felt my self-climax , my legs shaking I sat up shaking off my now lingering chills , I stood up when I realized my door was open and there standing completely still was dean with a look on his face id never seen.

‘’DEAN! OMG I NAKED GET THE FUCK OU....’

His lips crashed into mine, his hands grabbing my ass he lifted me onto my dresser while ripping his shirt off buttons flying across the room. Feeling his chest against my hands as he adjusted himself.

‘we arnt gonna play first?’

‘’no’’

Thrusting himself into me all at once I let out a loud moan the rand down the hall, dean began to thrust hard and fast while biting into my neck cause my back to arch only letting him go deeper into my center causing me to climax.

‘dean.....I.....I'm...I'm gonna cum!!!’’

‘’cum for me baby’'

I came all at once feeling more pleasure than I have ever felt surge through my body causing mini quakes in my legs. Dean picked me up throwing me onto the bed flipping me over so my ass was up in the air. Thrusting back into me I could feel his cock hit my g spot over and over causing me to feel the urge to cum again. Without a warning I came all over dean once again, he began to thrust harder and faster into me while pulling my hair. I could feel his cock twitch as it began to get rock soiled in me causing sensations I didn’t know excised.

‘’DEAN IM CUMING!’

‘’MEE TO!! AH FUCK!!’’

I could feel his cock pulsing as he came inside of me collapsing onto the bed out of breath and covered in sweat. I laid next to him staring at the ceiling. Sitting up I began to look for some kind of cover or anything to at least wipe my forehead, When I felt dean grab my hand.

‘’don't leave yet.’’

I laid back down this time facing him.

‘’well this is my room after all, so actually  you would have to leave.’’

Pulling me closer dean kissed me this time but not the same as earlier this time it was soft and tender. Losing myself in the kiss, I finally broke away laying my head down on his shoulder, black began to close in passing out I felt dean kiss my head before he too passed out.

Waking up I realized I'm …..alone , like I said not the nicest guy. Walking downstairs I hear dean and Sam laughing about god knows what.

‘'Sam your back early!’’

‘’yeah turns out it was more of a let's get drunk and stupid party rather than a reunion ..’’

‘’that sucks I'm sorry Sam.’’

Waking over to the coffee pot I felt deans hand wrap around my waist spinning me into him. his lips crashing into mine.

‘’So, no good morning dean? Nothing damn.’’

Kissing me again he let me go walking over to his man room.

‘’I'm going to watch Scooby Doo and drink my coffee’’

With that he was in the room with the door closed.

‘’FINALLY, YOU TWO....DAMN MAN’’

Sam yelled right next to me.

‘What do you mean?’’

‘’You two were worse than high schoolers.. Does he like me? ,…. Does she like me’’

I chuckled grabbing my coffee and heading over to the man room.

*knock knock*

‘’can I watch Scooby Doo with my boyfriend now?’’

‘’........yes.’’

Walking in dean patted his lap for me to sit and cuddle up to him.

‘So, you were really going to pout until I called you my boyfriend?’’

‘......yes.’’

[i-live-through-stories]

Toni x Reader ( Sequel to the fan fiction down below) Part 1

Unable to speak, i nodded my head. She took that as a yes and proceeded to take my hand that was still resting on her cheek from the kiss moments before and lace her fingers within my own. I looked down at her hand in mine and noticed that the same leftover tingling sensation on my lips had moved through my hand like an electric shock . I felt a push on my arm and looked up to see Toni in front of me , her right eyebrow raised and a smirk spread across her face.

“You ok there, Dimples?”

i looked at her at her in confusion . “ Dimples ?”. She laughed and started to move through the crowd once again , guiding me through the dancing teenagers, lone wolves standing in the corner with drinks in their hands , vicariously watching everyone on the dance floor, friends and couples sitting at tables; talking and laughing among themselves. At one of those tables, I caught Betty and Jughead, sitting with Veronica and Archie, Josie, Reggie, Cheryl, Kevin, and two serpents. The serpent boys call themselves Sweet Pea and Fangs. I met them at school on Friday when Fangs approached Kevin and I walking in the halls and made a flirty remark towards Kevin. I stood there listening to their flirty banter for a few minutes until Sweet Pea came over and dragged Fangs away, not before introducing himself too. They seemed pretty cool to be honest and not as scary as i thought the Southsiders would be, hearing all the bad reputations that swarm around them. Toni glanced back at me and then turned her head to see what i was looking at. She caught Sweet Pea and Jughead mid glance and gave them a wink and a flashing smile before picking up the speed and pulling me out of the school gymnasium. I peeked back to see the entire table staring in our direction as Toni pushed open the school doors and we walked out.

The fresh air hit me like a ton of bricks but in the best way possible and i realized how much i was suffocating in that gymnasium. I could breathe now and everything that just went down in the last 20 minutes after meeting Toni in the school bathroom and all has caught up to me. I had no idea where we were going or what we were doing and it was exhilarating.  “ So are you coming or not,  Dimples ? Already change your mind ?” 

    Her smile was so warm and my stomach was doing back flips at the sight of her. The way her face lit up and her eyes shined, it was so comforting and made me want to smile for the rest of my life.     “ Yeah, im coming . ” I smiled right back at her and took the helmet from her hand.  She grabbed the black leather serpent jacket on the motorcycle and put it on while she maneuvered herself onto the bike in her tight blue dress. Her dress was dark blue with glitter all over it. It was a little tight but fit her body in all the right places, stopping a few inches above her knees. Her hair was curled and had two braids on both sides of her head neatly clipped to the back of her hair with bobby pins. Her makeup was really light with only a little bit of foundation, mascara, and lip gloss. She was so pretty, it hurt.      “ Ugh this helmet is gonna fuck up my hair for sure.” She groaned as she put the helmet on her head that was hanging on the bike handle to her left. I laughed as I hopped on the back of her bike and flipped my hair before throwing a helmet on my naturally wavy hair too .   “ Me too. But its better to have messed up hair then to die, i suppose.” She looked over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow, shook her head slowly and laughed. “ Yeah I Guess So , Little Miss Sunshine.”     She smiled and shifted her body to the front completely , kicking the bike stand with her foot to lift it up and starting the motorcycle.

I hesitated before throwing my arms around her waist. I mean, isnt that a little foward being we just met ?   “ You can wrap your arms around me, its not like I bite. This is about safety, not sex , sunshine.” She paused.  “Unless you want it to be.” She didnt bother to look behind her but i could feel the huge smirk on her face and could almost sense her eyebrow quirked upwards. It was her signature look. It wreathed with sarcasm and the flirty undertones were as obvious as the black lacey bra i had on showing through my red dress. The fabric was a little translucent but i figured living on the edge wouldnt hurt once in a while and I loved the color on me. Hell,  i thought that was pretty scandalous a few hours ago but look at me now, on the back of a motorcycle with a girl i just met less than an hour ago.  Im a full fledged Daredevil at this point and loving every second of it.  I wrapped my arms around her waist, and swallowed hard as i realized the close proximity between Toni`s body and my own . I felt her flinch for a quick second and then relax into my body. And at that moment, I knew she was feeling the same underlying tension i was feeling. Or atleast, i hope so.  I closed my eyes and we took off.  As the wind passed through my hair and whisked around my body, i couldnt help but smile. I laughed and i felt her body rumble with laughter too as we drove through the streets of Riverdale.  I haven't felt this alive in a long time . I needed this more then I could have ever known until now . I smelled the Roses and Apple scent of her hair as it moved with the breeze and I took it in while trying not to make it obvious that i wanted to shove my face in her hair and smell that scent forever.

   After about five minutes, we stopped. We have reached our destination. Wait ... where is our destination ? I looked around and took in everything around me.

We were at a grocery store. What ? “ Um Toni... not that im not grateful and all to get out of that school but why are we at a grocery store ? Are you hungry or something ?”. This confused look on my face should become a permanent thing because it seems like I`ve felt this way alot tonight. I mean i never know whats going on but tonight,I`ve reached a new level of perplexion. 

    I really have to learn to leave my little bubble of day dreams and pay attention  to reality once in a while. I shake my head at myself and look up at Toni to see her already off the parked bike, arms crossed, eyebrows raised and with her classic smirk to top it all off, staring directly at me. “ Wait what ? Sorry i wasnt paying attention.” I flushed a deep red as i took off the helmet and stepped off the bike. Now im standing directly in front of Toni waiting for an answer. She shook her head with an amused smile and said “ Whatever you say Dimples. I said we are here to get you what you always wanted .”   What i always wanted? What could i possibly desire that much at a grocery store ?  Toni grabbed the helmet from my hands and placed both of ours down on the bike ;  then turned to face me once more .  “ We are here to give into capitalism. We are buying you some flowers and chocolate. “ I stood there in shock. WE ARE WHAT ???  

 “ Well are you coming or not princess?”

“ Uhhh yeah.” i slowly shook my head in my perplexed daze and followed her into the store. The flowers and chocolates were right in the front since Valentines day was tomorrow . Toni picked out a rose and a heart shaped box of chocolates before heading to the cash register. My mind was racing and i stood near the entrance of the store in complete shock. Is this girl really buying me flowers ?????

@beachbabywrites I hope you like it. I really loved the fan fiction you made for me and i hope this sequel is doing it justice. :) I will post part 2 tomorrow !!! <3 Hope everyone likes this and feel free to send me some requests. My ships are posted in my bio ! Have a great day everyone !

[caiotlyn]

In This Together

Title: In This Together

Pairing: Domestic AU - Platonic!Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 1418

Warnings: light cursing, Halloween prank war

A/N: This was written for @winchesters-favorite-girl ‘s 31 Days of Halloween Challenge, and my prompt was TP-ing a house. Seriously though, how many times did I say “toilet paper” in this fic? XD

Feel free to check out the rest of my masterlist!!

~~~

“Psst, Y/N, wake up.”

Y/N groaned and turned in her bed, eyes slowly opening. When her vision finally focused, her eyes widened in realization and she fought the urge to push the intruder off the bed.

“Dean? What the hell are you doing in my house?!” she exclaimed, suddenly wide awake.

“I need your help,” he answered cryptically.

“You couldn’t have waited until tomorrow?” Y/N glanced at the clock and shoved his shoulder. “It’s three in the morning!”

“I know, I know, but this can’t wait. Now get dressed. We’re goin’ out.” He threw a flannel and a pair of jeans in Y/N’s direction and hurriedly left the bedroom, leaving her in a confused silence.

Y/N groaned once more and reluctantly got out of bed to put on the change of clothes, muttering to herself about how childish her best friend was.

A few minutes later, she emerged from her bedroom fully dressed and met Dean in the kitchen. He quickly handed her a cup of coffee and ushered her toward the front door.

“Dean, what the hell is going on?” Y/N asked.

Dean sighed and met her eyes. “Sam defiled Baby.”

“What?”

“Sam defiled my car,” he repeated. “You know how we get around Halloween. I played a prank on him the other day and he got me back yesterday by spray painting some lame-ass phrase on Baby’s hood.”

“Dude, he knows not to touch your car. What did you do?”

“I may or may not have put pink hair dye in his shampoo–”

“Dean!”

“But that’s beside the point!” Dean walked over to Y/N and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Can’t you just be the loving, caring, most amazing best friend that you are and help me get ‘im back?”

Y/N glared at Dean while he smiled innocently at her.

“Fine!” she relented. “But you totally owe me for this.”

Dean pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. “You’re the best.”

Y/N grumbled something to herself as she slipped out of his grasp, put on her boots, and stomped out to the car, earning an amused chuckle from Dean.

“Shut up, Winchester.”

~~~

“You’re going to TP his house? What are you, four?”

“No, my friend. We are going to TP his house. You and me,” Dean motioned between the two of them, “are a pair. We’re in this together.”

Y/N followed Dean around the store as he ran down the aisles with the shopping cart, nearly knocking down a few Halloween displays along the way.

“Dean, slow down! You’re gonna hurt someone.” Y/N narrowly dodged a shelf corner as Dean’s eyes lit up at the sight of the toilet paper aisle.

“I am on a mission, Y/L/N. Now is not the time to be responsible.” Dean tossed as many rolls of toilet paper as he could into the cart while Y/N just rolled her eyes, amused and annoyed at the same time.

“How do I even put up with you?” she muttered.

As soon as Dean was content with his findings, he ran to the cash register. The cashier gave the two of them a few odd looks but scanned their items without a single word. Dean and Y/N left the store as quickly as they came.

Dean hastily threw the rolls of toilet paper into the backseat of the Impala while Y/N made her way to the passenger’s side. She peered over the hood of the car at her best friend and chuckled to herself.

“Y’know, this isn’t a one-man job, Y/N/N,” Dean said as he slid into his seat behind the wheel. “You gotta at least put in a little effort.”

“I’m exerting enough effort just making sure you don’t injure yourself. I swear, I have never seen a full-grown man get so excited over bath products before.” Y/N laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

~~~

“C’mon, get out,” Dean urged a few minutes later as he turned off the engine and parked in front of Sam’s house.

Y/N slowly made her way out of the car, suddenly very aware of her surroundings. Dean jogged over to her with his arms full of toilet paper and handed a few rolls to her.

“We’re not gonna get into any legal trouble doing this, right?” she questioned apprehensively.

“It’s Sammy and Jess. The worst they’ll do is drag you into this prank war,” Dean said as he hurled a roll at his brother’s chimney.

“You guys convinced Jess to participate this year? God, I’m so screwed if he finds out I helped you.”

Dean threw another roll at the house, a long trail of white fluttering gracefully through the air before landing perfectly across the widest part of the roof. “C’mon, Y/L/N. Less talkin’ and more throwin’.”

Y/N inspected the toilet paper roll she was holding and hesitantly threw it over the front porch. She watched it sail through the air, the white a stark contrast against the dark, starry sky, and a smile slowly crept on her face. She grabbed another few rolls off the ground and turned to Dean.

“I’m gonna do the trees,” she said before redirecting her attention to the tall oaks in front of the house.

Dean laughed and shook his head at her sudden excitement, and he continued to decorate his brother’s house with toilet paper.

~~~

A few hours later, Sam’s house and front yard were beautifully covered in streams of white toilet paper. Dean and Y/N stood side-by-side, arms linked together, and admired their work.

“Whaddya think, Y/L/N? Think this serves as good enough payback?”

“I think we need to get out of here before Sam finally realizes where all the laughter is coming from and makes us face his 5:00 am wrath,” she joked.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Dean laughed. “But you gotta admit that what we’ve done is pretty–in a way.”

“Yeah, it kinda is.” Y/N slipped into the Impala, and Dean started up the engine, speeding out of Sam’s neighborhood to drop Y/N off at her house.

~~~

The next morning, Y/N was awoken by a loud banging on her front door. She hurried out of bed to answer it, walking past a sleeping Dean on her living room couch. She threw open the door, ready to yell at the person for waking her so obnoxiously, but stopped when she saw who it was.

“Hey, Sam,” she greeted casually.

“Where is he?” Sam demanded, arms crossed and jaw clenched.

“Where’s who?” Y/N asked innocently.

“Y/N, now is not the time for games. Where the hell is my dumbass of a brother?”

“Listen, I don’t know where he is, but I do not wanna be him when you find out,” Y/N said, laughing.

“Can you seriously not help me? Because I have–” Sam stopped short and peeked over Y/N’s head into her living room where his eyes landed on Dean’s sleeping form on the couch.

“Don’t know where he is, my ass,” he grumbled as he marched over to his brother.

Y/N followed Sam to her living room, smiling knowingly to herself.

Dean groaned as he shifted in his sleep.

“Dude, seriously?” Sam asked him. “You TP-ed my house?”

Dean rubbed his eyes and squinted up at Sam, still in a daze from having just woken up. “What?”

“Jess’s family is coming in today. You know I don’t really care about our Halloween antics, but I swear you unleashed an entire store’s supply of toilet paper on my house.”

“Oh shit,” Y/N whispered to herself, and Dean laughed nervously.

“Hey, all’s fair in love and war,” Dean stated, leaning back on the couch.

Sam paused for a few moments before responding, pondering his words. “You know what, you’re right, Dean.” Sam slowly backed away from the living room and made his way to the front door. “Anything’s fair game at this point.”

Dean’s eyes widened as Sam disappeared through the front door.

“Oh, you better watch out too, Y/N/N, because I know Dean did not do all that by himself. See ya later, guys!” Sam called out before shutting the door.

Y/N’s jaw dropped, and she turned to Dean and punched him in the shoulder.

“You suck, Winchester. I’m blaming all of my bad luck on you from now on.”

Dean chuckled at his best friend. “Hey, we’re in this together, right?”

[frozenseas]

@paperbaghero

Alright I’m doing it im gonna write a Monster AU fic.. HERE WE GO

It was a normal night in L.A. as Mark was walking back to his car from the grocery store with several bags filled with food as well as a few treats for Chica. He was supposed to shop earlier, right after he got done recording, but he was so exhausted he decided to take a five minute nap on the office couch. Which turned into a four hour nap with him waking up stiff and his back aching making him regret sleeping there in the first place.

As he approached his car he heard a noise from behind him making him jump and almost drop the bags on the ground. He turned around and saw no one else, only a few other cars scattered around the parking lot. Sighing he turned back towards his car unlocking it, hearing a loud thump he turned around again, “Is anyone there? Hello?” Mark called out, “Anybody?”

“I must be parinoid”, he whispered to himself, “One too many horror games this week.” He closed the rear door and opened the drivers side door hearing yet another thump he whipped around yelling “Alright who’s fucking with m-”, before Mark realized it a gigantic wolf almost as big as his car with thick black fur and menacing golden eyes tackled him. Mark attempted to defend himself, blocking his face as the wolf bit his shoulder making his arm drenched with blood in seconds.

He screamed out in pain as he tried to push the gigantic wolf off of him as it clawed through his shirt and into his torso, in a final attempt to escape he pulled his right leg up and kicked the wolf’s face as hard as he could. Dazed the wolf took a few steps backward shaking his head giving Mark just enough time to slip into his car close the door and start it. He panted as he reversed before driving full speed towards the wolf, it hopping out of the way just in time growling so loud it seemed to ring in his ears the entire drive to the hospital.

“Mark! Oh my god, are you alright?” Amy cried out seeing him laying on the hospital bed, his shoulder was bandaged thickly and yet she could still see a small amount of dried blood on it.

She practically sprinted next to him Ethan, Tyler, and Kathryn following shortly after.

“I’m okay Amy.” Mark smiled weakly before looking at her with the most serious face he could muster “But give it to me straight… How’s my face?”

Amy laughed brushing Mark’s black hair away from his eyes, “You’re face is fine Mark.”

Ethan grabbed the clipboard at the end of the bed and lightly touched Mark’s uninjured shoulder. “However Mark according to the doctor’s..” he paused, “I’m sorry… you’re dying.”

Kathryn promptly slapped Ethan on the shoulder as Mark chuckled.

“What attacked you anyway?” Tyler said pulling up a chair next to him.

“It was this” Mark said running his hand through his hair “Big dog or wolf or something I dunno.. but it was MASSIVE.”

Amy shifted uncomfortably as Mark continued to describe the creature giving a worried look at Kathryn, “It was like almost as big as the car, and it was completely black and- and it’s eyes! They were golden and almost seemed to glow er-,” he paused, “You guys believe me right? I know this sounds insane but.”

Ethan ran his fingers through his hair for the third time since they entered the room smiling at Mark, “Of course we believe ya Mark!”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t we?”, Tyler agreed,“Well we should let you rest, and I’ll cancel the plans with Séan and Signe so you can relax.”

“What!? No!”, Mark yelled sitting up abruptly, “I’m fine, see?”

Kathryn eyed him “You sure that’s not the pain killers they’ve got you hopped up on?”

“No! I’ll be fine, I feel great! Just a bit sore is all see?” Mark said rolling his shoulder, “No painkillers, I must’ve been high on adrenaline or something ‘cause by the time I got to the hospital bloody arm and all it wasn’t hurting, even when they were stitching me up.”

Amy leaned over and planted a kiss on Mark’s forehead and smiled, “I’m glad you’re feeling okay, call me when they let you out.. tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.” He replied smiling back.

After all of them filed back out into the hallway and made sure to be out of earshot of Mark and anyone else Amy spoke up, “Alright so that was /definitely/ a werewolf that bit Mark.. right?”

Tyler nodded in confirmation, “Sounds like it.”

“Fuck”, Amy said practically growling, “This is NOT how I wanted to introduce Mark into the world of the supernatural…”

Ethan raised his hand, “/I’ve/ been wanting to tell him for months.”

“I know! It’s just I was so worried about what he’d say and-” Amy said nervously scratching her arms as they were turning… blue?

Kathryn quickly slid Amy’s sleeves down to cover her arms, “It’s gonna be alright Amy calm down, look I’ll call Séan and let him know about our situation, he had to deal with a ton of werewolves back in Ireland. I’m sure he’ll know what to do.”

Amy looked back towards Mark’s room and sighed, “I hope so..”

Welp! That’s all I’ve got at the moment but if you want it I’m planinng on writing a (hopefully) longer chapter.

Hope you enjoyed!

[paulsolorzano]

12.09.18

Starbucks. Ribeyes. Storage space. Habits. 

Sorting through the space a little. I need to make some room for the giant Game Cube display my brother  is bringing up 

To discuss still: 

Mother had a heart attack

Rachel getting a divorce

Back to Orlando 

Becoming awesome

the ‘roast’ culture Yaqeen and I  cultivated to keep morale up

Managing Tokyo Elvis 

Escape as a coping mechanism 

Minus the bear farewell concert

Sleeping on couches when under emotional distress 

“Inventory” night

10 second romance (rearview mirrors at red lights)

Notable places visited:

Listening to:

Gwen Stefani - love angel music baby 

Jeff Rosenstock - I look like shit 

My chill mix

Fake problems - real ghosts caught on tape 

Antarctigo Vespucci - soulmate stuff 

Antarctigo Vespucci - love in the time of email 

Kanye west - life of Pablo 

Kanye west - graduation 

Watching:

Somm on Netflix 

Reading: 

Eating:

Apple cider vinegar shot

Wheat grass juice powder 

Kale/spinach/radish/parsley/celery/lemon juice/stevia drink 

Outback ribeye and wedge salad and green beans 

Playing:

Purchases:

Final Fantasy crystal chronicles, Japanese version for Game Cube 

Squid head - vintage Star Wars

Packages received: 

No post on Sunday 

But I opened these:

Devil boy by Iconoclast

 eBay obsessions: 

Lyric of the day:

Quote of the day: 

8 ball questions and answers:

Hashtags: 

12.08.18

Sommelier course, day 2. We take the exam at the end of the day today. Fingers crossed dammit. 

—-

Passed the exam! Hard work paid off. A vision planned out and executed. Nice win for me. And my boy Mac is all about it also. The wants to keel going and the wants me to come with him. 

To discuss still: 

Mother had a heart attack

Rachel getting a divorce

Back to Orlando 

Becoming awesome

the ‘roast’ culture Yaqeen and I  cultivated to keep morale up

Managing Tokyo Elvis 

Escape as a coping mechanism 

Minus the bear farewell concert

Sleeping on couches when under emotional distress 

“Inventory” night

10 second romance (rearview mirrors at red lights)

Notable places visited:

Went to Axx Sxxxx’x house in winter garden, after going to outback. Lots of steak this week. Took a weird long way home through Apopka. 

Listening to:

Watching:

Reading: 

Eating:

Starbucks 

Playing:

Purchases:

Packages received: 

eBay obsessions: 

Lyric of the day:

Quote of the day: 

8 ball questions and answers:

Hashtags: 

12.07.18

Sommelier level 1 course: day 1. My boy Mac who I work with and I are here. Ritz-Carlton off of Koh young pkwy in Orlando. Way too early for me to be awake. I ended up waking at 5:30 to get moving. On a little break just now, after the first leg of slides. They gave us a physical copy of the huge pdf they emailed us. I’m scribbling notes as they lecture.  

—-

Hell of a long day. Got maybe 3 and a half hours of sleep? Came to the Ritz Carlton and downloaded 10 hours of information. Me and my boy Mac are as ready as we’re gonna be for tomorrow. 

After some introductory shit, It was pretty much all France today. We also tasted 12 different wines today. Surprisingly I’m not wasted. I pretty much spit everything out for the most part. 

Feeling more confident after today. But tomorrow is gonna be most of everything else: Germany, Spain, Italy, America and Australia I think. I didn’t even touch America or Australia. 

70 questions. I only need 60% to pass. That’s 42 correct questions. I can do this. 

To discuss still: 

Mother had a heart attack

Rachel getting a divorce

Back to Orlando 

Becoming awesome

the ‘roast’ culture Yaqeen and I  cultivated to keep morale up

Managing Tokyo Elvis 

Escape as a coping mechanism 

Minus the bear farewell concert

Sleeping on couches when under emotional distress 

“Inventory” night

10 second romance (rearview mirrors at red lights)

Notable places visited:

Listening to:

Watching:

Reading: 

Eating:

Playing:

Purchases:

Packages received: 

eBay obsessions: 

Lyric of the day:

Quote of the day: 

8 ball questions and answers:

Hashtags: 

12.06.18

Ate a lot of meat yesterday. Craving more today. Also I seem to be having some mood related swings. In the shower today I was overwhelmed by sadness for a fleeting minute. Yes, it was relative to Axxxxx and how I blew it. 

Death cab for cutie playing in this Outback Steakhouse. Shoving a wedge salad into my face. The pen has ahold me; I smoked off of Tina’s cartridge because she wanted me to try it and see  if it was harsh. And it was. That didn’t stop me from taking a rip, and then another. 

I unfocus my eyes and stare through one of the tv screens playing basketball recaps. The pen has me in a daze. I finish chewing through this ribeye. Leaving nothing but a few green beans. Coffee after this undoubtedly. Me and my routines.  

—-

Time in Bradenton after Alaska with Danielito and the rest of my family:

My brother and I discussed me coming back and all we would do is smoke and watch YouTube videos, and goddam if we didn’t do just that. He was working a lot so I would also spend time with his gf Kristy. She enjoyed the company as my brother would later tell me. And I wouldn’t see why not seeing as my bro and I are similar dudes.  

Spending time with my mother was nice. Since we spoke every day over text we were pretty caught up when she and Rachel picked me up from the airport. 

—

Just interacted with an extremely enthusiastic barista at Starbucks. White girl, pretty perfect makeup, and ‘Disney cast member’ levels of energy and excitement. 

—

At a weird spot in town: 434. I’m not too familiar with this area. It’s hilly, which is uncharacteristic. That being said, I feel like I’m elsewhere.  On the road somewhere maybe. Different place, different climate as well since it’s actually cold today. And by that I mean 69°

To discuss still:  

Mother had a heart attack

Rachel getting a divorce

Back to Orlando 

Becoming awesome

the ‘roast’ culture Yaqeen and I  cultivated to keep morale up

Managing Tokyo Elvis 

Escape as a coping mechanism 

Minus the bear farewell concert

Sleeping on couches when under emotional distress 

“Inventory” night

10 second romance (rearview mirrors at red lights)

Notable places visited:

Johnny’s fillin station for a date with Penny

Hung with Christine at her temporary Airbnb 

Listening to:

The agency - engines

Vulpeck - the beautiful game 

PHOX - PHOX

Lucius - Wildewoman 

Lucius - good grief 

Jeff Rosenstock - worry. 

Watching:

Reading: 

Eating:

Outback Steakhouse. Had a 10oz. Ribeye and green beans. Shrimp and garlic topper on the steak 

Starbucks cold brew with heavy cream and a shot 

Coffee from Austin’s 

Burger with no bun from Johnny’s filling station 

Salad with blue cheese dressing   

Playing:

Purchases:

A couple things from BAMF comics and collectibles 

Terminator ReAction figure

Vintage Star Wars figs:

Complete loose Lando Calrissian 

Complete loose Tusken Raider

Packages received: 

Not so much a package but Christine gave me a copy of MFing Wine Folly! Not too shabby at all. Nice thoughtful gift seeing as I’m doing my sommelier course tomorrow/Saturday 

eBay obsessions: 

Robotech action figures 

Lyric of the day:

Quote of the day: 

“I can’t get into it” - my server at outback in regards to water. WATER! 

8 ball questions and answers:

Hashtags: 

12.05.18

Driving to Bradenton from Orlando: 

I like to take the scenic route to bradenton. Meaning, ill pull off at random exits to find a weird gas station, or a coffee. Always stop at the rest stops if I can remember. 

Its a road trip so I treat it like one, even f its only a couple hours. 

The last time I went, I checked out a vintage video game store in Largo I believe it was. Ended up going the St Pete way to bradenton. 

Driving to bradenton is part of my attempt to not be a deadbeat family member. To see them once a month if possible. Which with the slightest amount of planning, of course it’s possible.

Ive had this rental car since I got back to Orlando. A new Nissan Altima. Love the thing, but paying out the ass for the convenience. I’ve been slowly talking with  a couple places to try and get a vehicle but its slow going. Mostly because im semi lazy and have this vehicle already haha. 

Speaking of bradenton, I need to get the logistics down about getting the Game Cube station from my brother and bringing it up here somehow.

—

Feeling abnormally tired lately. Maybe I’m not gettin the right kind of sleep. Definitely  getting coffee. 

—

Coffee got. Strolling around the Altamonte mall solo. I spend a lot of time alone lately. Ive felt alone since  Alaska. 

Just a slow wave of sadness just underneath my surface. I need to exfoliate it. I will only achieve that with fulfilling things and people and experiences 

—-

There’s a dumpster in the winter park village; I just walked by it. One time, Axxxxx and I came dumpster diving over this way. We found a pretty sweet painting among other stuff in one of the dumpsters. I ended up hanging it up at the sumner house in Kissimmee. 

That place was once mine alone, and then she lived there briefly with me before we drove to Alaska.  

So yeah I just walked by the dumpster, and the swell of sadness rolled up on me. 

Everything around here is a memory of us. This may be part of the reason for my depression. I’m swimming around in memories all over town. I’m not safe because we’ve been every fucking where around here.  

And I sit at this red light with my head in my hand, crushed for a moment, due to life 

To discuss still: 

Time in Bradenton after Alaska with Danielito and the rest of my family 

Mother had a heart attack

Rachel getting a divorce

Back to Orlando 

Becoming awesome

the ‘roast’ culture Yaqeen and I  cultivated to keep morale up

Managing Tokyo Elvis 

Escape as a coping mechanism 

Minus the bear farewell concert

Sleeping on couches when under emotional distress 

“Inventory” night

10 second romance (rearview mirrors at red lights)

Notable places visited:

Listening to:

Sufjan Stevens - songs for Christmas 

Deftones - Saturday night wrist 

Team Sleep - s/t

The reign of kindo - play with fire 

The reign of kindo - rhythm, chord and melody  

Brightwood - wake 

The reign of kindo - this is what happens

Queens of the Stone Age - songs for the deaf

Watching:

Bojack Horseman

Reading: 

Eating:

Apple cider vinegar shot 

Kale/spinach/radish/parsley/celery/lemon juice/stevia drink 

Wheat grass juice powder 

Ribeye and creamed spinach from Longhorn steakhouse 

1/2 chicken from Pollo Tropical

pistachios after hitting the pen all night

Playing:

Purchases:

‘Choices’ by Jermaine Rogers 

Packages received: 

eBay obsessions: 

Deftones vinyl records

Lyric of the day:

“Bring me a reason to cry and I’ll shed you a tear” - the reign of Kindo 

Quote of the day: 

8 ball questions and answers:

Hashtags: