#it's 2 and a half hours long yall i need a snack

[fizzytoo]

im sat 🪑

[deonn-jaelle]

break of dawn pt. 2

“i don’t want the sun to shine i wanna make love”

“i don’t know what im gon’ do i cant stop lovin’ you”

summary

you and your husband have busy schedules and haven’t seen each other in far too long. you crave his touch (and his dick) more and more as the days apart go on. when it finally comes time to go on a date after so long, you bring out a scandalous piece of clothing to make sure you both get a happy ending by the end of the night……or the beginning of the next day.

warnings❗️: LOTS OF SMUT

word count: 2,983

paring: aurélien x chef reader (black fem reader) (reader understands french)

note: hi everyone! i hope you enjoyed part one. if you haven’t read it please do. i had A TIME writing this yall, and it’s real spicy. it’s kinda long too so grab a snack. constructive criticism is always welcome and of course, enjoy!

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10:00pm

your date with your husband was filled with lots of talking, laughing, longing touches on each others legs under the table and the most intense eye contact. although you said you want to “talk to” your husband, and you did really miss talking to him you found yourself in your thoughts thinking of every single position he would put you in tonight. how many kisses it would take for you to beg for him. how his thick, heavy dick felt on your tongue. and his slight curve. you loved how his dick curved inside of you hitting spots you didn’t even know were there. the taste of the skin on his neck. his firm hands holding you lovingly, yet possessively as he took you from behind. the fact that you’re also ovulating makes everything so much harder for you.

does he know i’m ovulating? he must because there’s no way he’s been teasing me like this all night.

just as you thought that aurélien squeezes your thigh that rests on his own, leans in and whispers to you “i hope the baby we make tonight looks just like you”. you almost spit out your wine. “how the hell do you know i’m ovulating?” you say whisper yelling in confusion. he grabs your chin between his to fingers and makes you look at him in the eyes. his lips inch closer to yours, almost touching as you lift your head a bit to try and kiss him before slightly pulling back and says “J'ai hâte de t'enlever ces vêtements sexy” (i can’t wait to take these clothes off of you sexy). he slowly moves up you thigh. you instinctively part your legs a little for him showing your neediness for him. his pinky ever so gently grazes over you covered clit making you bite your lip in order to keep quiet so the other people at the restaurant don’t hear you. “behave aurélien. please. i can’t take the teasing anymore. i need you right now.” you say pleadingly, grabbing his shirt. looking at you with a half amused half serious face, chuckling a bit he says “oh i thought you just wanted to talk baby?” removing his hand from your underwear and leaning back into his chair. you rolled your eyes putting his hand back on your stocking covered knee. “i did….i still do but..we have four days to talk i need you to fuck me right now”. he looks at you with slightly wide eyes and raising his eyebrows. “okay okay, relax. i’ll give you what you want but roll your eyes again and this night will end a lot differently” he says stern and assertive. you obey “yes sir” smiling shyly not wanting to risk him not making you cum tonight.

10:30pm

the car ride home was almost quiet. just the sound of your husband kissing your hand and saying “missed you so much” and “i love you, ma femme” (my wife). it felt like he was driving at two miles an hour. you were going crazy in that car, anxiously waiting for him to pull into the driveway.

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11 o’clock

the second the door closed behind you aurélien attaches his lips to yours in a soft loving kiss which contrasted the feeling you both had in your lower regions. his hands slowly and softly roam your body. feeling down your ribs, your waist, your hips and finally your ass. he squeezes softly. “i love you so much mrs.tchouameni” and says with the most heartfelt look in his eyes making your heart swell. “i love you too mr.tchouameni” you say genuinely smiling, showing your dimples. he turns you around and begins to zip down your dress. his knuckles softly grazing over your back making you lean back into him. his hands find your hips and he pushes his hips into yours making you feel his growing erection. the two of you start walking slowly to your shared bedroom and he says to you from behind “you feel what you do to me” making you moan “everyday while i was away all i could think about was how beautiful you look taking my dick baby” he kisses your sweet spot, right under you ear causing another string of breathy moans out of you “Et comme tes jolis gémissements sonnent bien. juste pour moi” (and how good your pretty moans sound. just for me) pushing his hips against yours once more. “yes baby, only for you. fuck” whispering a curse at the end and arching your back making your ass push against him more.

your were so caught in the feeling of auréliens large hands on your hips and his warm bulge pressing into your ass that you didn’t even realize you had finally made it to the bedroom. you stand in front of the bed watching your husband pull off your shoes, touching over you sheer black knee high stockings, then your dress, showing the black lacey lingerie set he bought you months ago. he licks his bottom lip, salivating at how sexy you look in front of him.

Merde. C'est la plus belle femme que j'aie jamais vue. (damn. she’s the most beautiful woman i have ever seen)

he thinks. admiring you in all your glory. his hands explore your body touching your breasts. softly squeezing them. his hands travel down to the waistband of your panties just feeling the soft fabric on his hands. at this point your knees are weak and your heart is beating fast in anticipation. your panties are soaked to say the least. you can feel your wetness threatening to leak down your legs any second now.

he’s going too slow go me

you think to yourself

11:30pm

you grab his shirt and start to undo the buttons. “take it off” you say sharply, given a surprised look by your husband. “please” you say smiling. and he does. your mouth immediately goes to his chest, kissing and licking anything you can get your tongue on. you travel up to his neck, kissing, biting, and licking. your hands are holding tightly on to his pants wanting to rip them off. he moans “baby slow down, i always take care of you don’t i?” he says looking down at you “yes you do but you’ve been teasing me all night and i missed you so much. i just want you inside me. and-“ he cuts you off with a passionate needy kiss, grabbing your hand and making you feel his dick. “you want this dick baby? go ahead and take it” he says sitting on the bed. you waste no time taking off his pants and underwear. you get on your knees in front of him and take his thick length into your hands. massaging up and down his shaft. you moan at the sight of how hard he his for you. you lick long stipes up his dick before you finally take the sticky tip into your mouth. he groans loudly and rests his hand in your braids as you begin to suck and bob your head up and down. “ Tu suces si bien cette bite bébé. tellement bien. (you suck this dick so good baby. so good.) you moan on his dick at the sound of him praising you in his native language. he grips your braids and slightly, pulls you back as he starts to feel his release creeping up on him “not yet mon sucre, i’m cumming inside you tonight. come here” (my sugar). he lays down and montions you to sit on his face. you climb up his body and hover when you get to where he wants you. he kisses your inner thighs sweetly looking up at you.

“look at me”

you do.

“i want you to listen okay?”

“yes baby”

“i’m going to take my time with you. cherish every sound, every shake, and squeeze. i’m going to make love to you, until i see the sun peak through the curtains. and i want you to let me love how i want. no rushing. just me and you”

a short silence fell among you.

“okay….okay. i trust you aurél”

until sun rise? yeah i’m definitely not walking tomorrow you think

“Tu ne quitteras pas cette pièce tant que je ne saurai pas que j'ai mis un bébé en toi (you’re not leaving this room until i know i put a baby in you)”

11:45pm

you were about to laugh but were cut off by aurélien swiftly pulling your panties to the side and softly sucking your clit. “fuck” you moaned. his hands gripped your thighs firmly making sure you didn’t move. he sucked and licked every inch of your heat always keeping his eyes on yours. he let go of one thigh putting two fingers into you flicking them harshly against your gspot. “yes just like that baby” you moan shakily. he does as he’s told and continues to eat you like youre his very last meal. “are you gonna cum for me?” he says still finger fucking you “y-yes yes i’m gonna cum” you cry out loudly. he reattaches his mouth to your clit and sucks harder making you cry out his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear you “aurélien!!!! yeeeeeeeesss”. you shook and squeezed his head with your thighs. he continued to suck you making you let out a high pitched whine “baby wait i-it’s too much”. he doesn’t stop. you know why. he wants you to squirt for him.

11:57pm

he sucks harder, removing his fingers from you to hold you tighter to his mouth. “ooohhhh fuuuckkk” you whine unbelievably loud as you let out a hot, wet squirt all over his face and chest. and he takes it all, drinking you up as if he was dehydrated. you thought he was gonna stop there……but he didn’t.

what the hell? is he trying to give me a heart attack?

“aurél what are you doing” you half moan half scream as you try your best to catch your breath. “i wanna taste you again” he says against you. “i want you to cum on my tongue again baby” giving his attention back to your glistening vagina.

oh my god this fool is pussy drunk. i can’t feel my legs.

you thought.

12:05am

you didn’t say a word because you knew there was no stopping him. instead you braced yourself for the earth shattering orgasm you felt already building up inside you. he reached one hand up to play with your nipples, giving you extra stimulation. he puts his tongue inside you exploring your insides. “oh my god baby fuck i’m cumming againnnnnn” you yell out gripping his hair to try ground yourself as tears fall from your eyes. your vision leaves you and your ears ring as your second orgasm ripped through every nerve in your body.

your husband sits up so that youre straddling his brick hard dick as he holds you close, leaving kisses on your collar bones as you come back down to earth. “you still there baby?” you hum in response because you don’t know words at this point.

it’s only 12:11am and i’m already worn out. i need his dick inside me. you thought.

J'espère qu'elle est prête. Je dois rattraper le temps perdu. Je suis sur le point de la baiser si bien (i hope she’s ready. i need to make up for lost time. im about to fuck her so good.) he thought.

you both sit there for a couple of minutes

12:22am

you began to rock your hips against his dick, spreading your arousal all over his shaft, making him moan and kiss you letting you tastes yourself. you share a long passionate kiss as you get yourself off on his dick from the outside. “are you ready for me mon sucre?” “yes. please fuck me now.” you say kissing his jaw, tasting your left over liquids. without skipping a beat he flips you over so that he is on top of you and lines himself up with your plush, dripping entrance. you wrap you legs around his hips forcing him to push his tip in a little causing you both to gasp. he puts his weight on his arms and he slowly pushes into you. his lips caught between his teeth and his face in your neck smelling your perfume. “you smell so good baby”. you moan in response. you feel him stretching you out more and more. pushing deeper and deeper hitting your cervix. you feel like you’re spilt open. you squeeze around him a few times trying to get used to the feeling of him after so long. “mmm you’re so big. your dick feels so fucking good inside me baby. i missed this so much mmm” you say into his ear holding onto him closely. “i love this pussy bébé” he responds.

12:36am

he begins to speed up his thrusts, keeping them long to make sure you feel every single inch he has. the sounds of your skin connecting with his, his panting and moaning in your ears and the lewd squelching of your vagina sucking his dick in are sounds you’ve never been more happy to hear. “fuck you make me so wet aurélien” “ you fuck me so good ah”. the sound of you praising him makes him fuck you harder. he can’t get enough of it . you notice and keep talking “i love it when you fuck me hard like this. keep going, just like that” he grabs one of your stocking covered legs, puts it over his shoulder and puts his body weight on it to make sure you stay open. you feel him deeper making you gasp for air and claw at this bicep. your husband puts his hand around your neck and adds a light amount of pressure, making sure he doesn’t hurt you. the feeling of his cold wedding ring against your hot skin makes you hum and arch up to him.”look at me” your eyes go from watching him pound in and out of you to meet his, filled with pure lust “you love your husband’s dick right bébé”. you say nothing. you can’t form a sentence because you’re too focused on the creeping feeling of your third orgasm. you moan trying your best to answer him. he doesn’t like that and squeezes your neck a little bit tighter, slowing his strokes, making you whine. “answer me and i’ll let you cum” you try and try but nothing come out. he keeps his pace and put his lips back on your neck. he snakes his hand down and begins to rub your clit gently. “i know you can do it pretty girl”………………..“fuck yes y-yes i love my husband’s dick. i love it i love it so much.” you moan out. “mmmm good girl”.

12:57am

satisfied he speeds up again but this time at a speed you’re not even sure how you’re able to take. he assaults your clit, loving how you squeeze around him. he twitches inside you coming so close to his release. “cum with me. i wanna feel you cum when i do. cum for me baby” he says slamming into you. “uuugghhhh oh my god yesss fuck” “ooohhhhh yes baby” you both say in unison. you both cum together. he spills his hot white seed into you covering every inch of you pussy. scratching and biting each other. shaking and squeezing each other tight. he pulls out of you slowly. he rolled off of you, laying on your side and pulls your head on his chest. you can hear his heart pounding, yours doing the same. he gently caressed your back and kissed your head.

you both laid there in silence enjoying the post orgasm bliss.

1:15am

“i missed this” he says finally breaking the silence. “me too. you make me so happy” “not happier than you make me” he says touching your braids and kissing your forehead. you chuckle, kissing his chest. “my fingers can’t do what you can. i was never satisfied while you were away”. he began to grow hard again at the thought of you with your fingers inside your pussy trying to fuck yourself as good as he does. you felt his hardness growing on you stomach. “neither was i. even when i watched the videos of us it wasn’t the same as having you under me” he says softly, making you squeeze around nothing as you feel the excess cum drips out of you. feeling aroused again and slightly sore from the force of your man’s thrusting you gaze over at the clock on your nightstand. “you know….its only 1:23 and i don’t think im pregnant yet” “so what do you want to do about that mon sucre?” you straddle him, put your lips up to his ear and began to stroke his dick with your hand “i want you to take the rest of my clothes off” refering to the stockings and lingerie you still had on “and let me ride you until my knees give out” “mmmmm that’s sound like a good plan” he smiles kissing you “mmm and i heard backshots are good for making twins” “oh you want twins?” “mhm” “well let me give my wife twins” he says seductively as he pushes himself inside you.

i hope he’s excited for four more days and nights of fucking like this because i don’t stop ovulating until after he leaves. you think to yourself as you began to bounce on him slowly.

J'espère qu'elle sait que je vais la baiser comme ça tous les soirs jusqu'à ce que je parte (i hope she knows im gonna fuck her like this every night until i leave). he thinks at the same time gripping your hips and slightly speeding up his thrusts.

and thats the end!! i hope you all enjoyed. i’ll probably write again soon so we’ll see what i come up with next. i can’t bring myself to write anything short. i’m just too into the details so sorry if you don’t like long fics. anyway, please like, comment and repost. love yall🤍

[honey-andmilktea]

✎ Neighbors: Chapter 3: Familiar Faces

🤎𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: OnlineInfluencers!BTS OT7 (Eventually) x Animator!Fem!OC!Reader, Model!Jimin x ProfessionalGamer!Jungkook, Model!Jimin x Animator!Fem!OC!Reader x ProfessionalGamer!Jungkook | 🌙𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff, College AU, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, 3rd Person | 🖊️𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,025 Words | ✏️𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Chul’s classes and schedule along with building are heavily based off my own.~ Even though my building doesn’t have 3 floors it has 2~ | ❌𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None(?)

🍁𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jungkook and Chul meet again by pure chance. Their friendship is blooming with them getting a lot closer, Chul even getting to meet one of his close “friends”. Featuring a little of Jimin getting into trouble.~

👻𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐬: Omg I finally got to this! Woo! I hope yall like this ^^

🐻 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“And so I pitched myself into my great lake of melancholy. Lord how deep it is! What a born melancholic I am!” — Virginia Woolf, ‘A Writer’s Diary’

‘Hey my class ended early! :D’

‘My room is 309, down the hall’

‘Come down when you’re done’

Chul smiled at the messages, sitting at her easel as her class took a break. The teacher had been going through what to expect in the class along with starting a PowerPoint on what they’ll be practicing for the first week. She ate her own snack that she brought because of long class hours, texting Jungkook back as she did.

‘Lucky! I have one more hour’

‘I’ll see you then’

Jungkook answers with an okay, deciding to stay in the room while waiting. Chul finishes her snack and goes back to her notes, doodling little flowers and characters along the edges of her paper. Once the Professor went over the assignment, she ended class early and Chul cheers to herself as she starts putting her items into her bag. She quickly texted Jungkook telling him that she was on her way and walked down the colorful hall of her art building. She looked at the room numbers until she saw ‘309’ and stopped, smiling wide as she walked into the empty classroom. She looked around, noticing Jungkook sitting on a stool at a table with someone sitting next to him. She tilted her head as she walked in noticing that they were both

looking down at something on Jungkook’s phone.

“Hey Kook!” She chirped excitedly making her presence known to the two men. Both look up, Kook giving her his signature cute bunny smile. She smiled back his smile too contagious to not. Before looking at the other man and wondering where she’s seen him before. He seemed to be having the same recollection. She opened her mouth to say a greeting to the man before he spoke before her.

“You’re the girl from the park! That’s where I’ve seen you.” He called out both Jungkook and Chul. He blushed embarrassed at his small outburst clearing his throat. “I’m sorry you just looked really familiar.” Chul takes a second to process before blushing embarrassed and

looking at him over once more. And yes, he was the beautiful man from the park,

knowing that fact made her face grow more red. She quickly bowed and started to apologize profusely. Jimin blinks surprised before a laugh starts to bubble out while Jungkook sat confused next to him. Chul went even more red, if possible, when she heard his beautiful laugh. She went back to standing straight, her hair slightly covering her face. ‘Why is everything he does so pretty?�� Jimin stopped laughing and let out a breath.

“I’m sorry, you’re just so cute.” Chul pouted a little at that shyly playing with her

sleeve. “You don’t need to apologize, I’m half to blame. I do hope you got a nice picture of me though.” He teased gently to Chul’s dismay. She whined a little, pushing her hair back, pursing her lips and looking away. ‘She’s cute.’ He thought with a small smile while Chul collected herself.

“I-I’ll delete the picture, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to take it.” Jimin waved her off

with a small hand wave and smile.

“It’s really okay honey.~ I just hope you got my good side.~” He eternally cooed as another pink hue came to her cheeks when he called her honey. He stuck his hand out for

her to shake. “I’m Jimin by the way. Park Jimin.” She blinked a little before shyly taking his hand.

“Lee Chul.” She introduced herself shyly. Jimin smiled and the two looked at each other for a bit. They seemed to be taking in each other’s features, making Jungkook look

at them completely confused and unsure of what was going on. He clears his

throat looking at the two as they jump a little forgetting that there was someone else in the room. Jimin smiled sheepishly at the younger.

“Sorry, got…distracted.” He mumbled softly while Chul looked down at her fingers shyly. 

“I could see that-.” Jungkook said sassily before shaking his head. “How do you guys know

each other anyway? You’re in different majors. Completely different-.” Jungkook

enquired as he looked between the two waiting for an answer. 

“Wait what major are you?”

“Cosmetic Science.” Chul blinked surprised and looked at him impressed.

“Woah! That sounds so fancy!” Jimin laughed, getting bashful at her praise, about to wave

her comments off before hearing Jungkook clear his throat again and looking at

him with raised brows. Jimin gave him an apologetic look before answering the

younger man.

“We met at the park earlier. She’s the girl I told you about.” Jungkook blinked in confusion before a grin started to spread on his face.

“Oh, so she’s the-.” His mouth was quickly covered by Jimin’s hand, said man, glaring at the younger who was just giggling under it before apologizing. Chul looked between the two, blinking confused as she scrunched her eyebrows together.

“What? The, what?” She tilted her head confused while Jungkook laughed and Jimin waved his hands with a pink hue on his cheeks. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Chul whined and started to protest, trying to get some kind of

information out of him. This lasted a couple more minutes, Jungkook laughing and Jimin shyly denying the girl any information on what Jungkook was going to say. After giving up Chul starts conversation on how their first days were going and what days they had classes and so on. At one point Chul went to tie up her hair, talking about some random topic and not noticing the two men looking at her and listened. They both were thinking the same thing, she looked so pretty. Jimin was the first to snap out of it though and gently hit Jungkook on the shoulder to snap him out of it. 

“Last semester wasn’t all that bad, so I do hope this one is the same. I hope I make more

friends.” They both tuned back into the conversation blinking a little to piece together what they could. “But I think it’s time for me to get going. My friend is waiting for me, and I hate making him wait.” She smiled at the two who smiled back instantly.

“Oh…” Jungkook pouted a little before checking the time and perking up surprised. “Yeah, I think you’re right. It’s definitely time for us to go too.” He smiled sadly, wishing they could hangout a bit longer. Jimin lightly nudged him before handing his phone to Chul, the contacts app open. 

“Here, put in your number. It’s not fair that Jungkook gets to talk to such a pretty girl,

and I don’t.” He teased gently, smiling more when he sees her blush appearing on her cheeks again. She gently takes it, putting in her number and hands it back shyly, smiling at him.

“There you go.” He smiles back looking at the contact and cooing inwardly at the cute

emojis she used. He sent her a message, so she had his number as well. Both men stood up and each took turns giving her a hug before they walked out of the room and went their separate ways. As she walked down the stairs, deeming it quicker than waiting for the elevator. She had already made Hongjoong wait too long, and she was definitely going to get an earful about

it. She texted Jimin while she went down, smiling at the new pretty friend she made. “No one’s going to believe me.” She mumbled to herself with a laugh as she got out. There she saw Hongjoong, leaning against his bike and waved happily at him. Hongjoong crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at her. 

“Nice to see you-.” He said snarky while she rolled her eyes and hugged her best friend.

“Don’t be so cold.~” She whined a little, it being Hongjoong’s turn to roll his eyes and hug her back.

“You were with your new friend?” She nodded her head with a happy smile.

“He seems to make you really happy. Be careful, you’ve only known each other for a couple of days.” Chul shook her head with a little frown.

“He’s nice. And we’ve basically known each other for more than a week. I even met one of

his friends today! Plus, I can take care of myself. I know what I’m doing.” Hongjoong’s

eyebrows raised up, but he didn’t mention anything about it.

“I know you can, but I just worry about you. Now,” He tossed Chul her normal helmet.

“Get on, we're going to Sally’s.” Chul squealed happily at the prospect of going to

their favorite diner. Having gone to it since they were kids from Hongjoong’s first concert in Middle School to their High School Graduation. She hugged him happily before putting on the helmet and got on carefully with Joong’s help. Once they were there, they greeted everyone and went to their normal table before Chul started to go into detail of her day before Joong did the same. 

A nice ending to the day.

Jimin and Jungkook went to the elevator, Jimin texting Chul back with a smile before putting his phone away. Jungkook glances at him but doesn’t say anything, just smiling along knowing what he was thinking of. Once out of the building Jimin puts on a pair of sunglasses along with putting up his hoodie trying to hide his face as much as possible. Jungkook opted for his normal black facemask while putting his hoodie up as well. Once they felt that their faces were hidden well enough, they started walking to Jimin’s car. Jimin was happy that he was allowed to drive himself and not have some driver taking them around. They all wanted to enjoy their college experience as much as possible and as normal. They already had heavy schedules to follow, making having close connections hard. So having this sliver of normalcy was a breath of fresh air for all the boys. They have casual conversation when inside of Jimin’s car, mask and hoods down enjoying each other’s company. 

Jungkook held Jimin’s hand in his lap while the older man drove. “She doesn’t know what we do, does she?” Jungkook blinked, processing what he was asked before blushing a

little and shaking his head. 

“No…I kind of like the fact she doesn’t. At least if she does, she doesn’t show it.” Jimin

nodded his head agreeing.

“She’s a lot more sweet than you mentioned.” Jimin grinned a little. “I can see why you like her so much.” Jungkook went red, lightly slapping his arm when they got to a

red light.

“Says you! You stared at her for so long-. And you called her an ‘Angel’ when you first saw her, remember?” Jimin scoffed with his own blush spreading on his face which

caused Jungkook to laugh. Jimin rolled his eyes, scoffing again but smiling fondly at his boyfriend, loving whenever he laughed. They talk the rest of the way home, Jimin parking his car on the street, noticing that there was a car in the driveway. He cursed under his breath knowing whose car it was and whining to himself. Jungkook noticed the car and cringed a little knowing that Jimin was going to be chewed out by their Hyungs. Jungkook checked the time before tugging Jimin’s hand. “I have to stream soon.” Jimin sighed, wishing he could stay in

the car and let everything settle. They both got out of the car making their way inside barely making it in until seeing Yoongi standing halfway up the stairs, arms crossed and a knowing look on his face. 

Jimin sighed as Jungkook gave him a quick peck to the lips running up the stairs, stopping to give Yoongi his own kiss, before rushing to his room to set up for his

stream. Yoongi looked at Jimin who gave him puppy dog eyes, the older man shaking his head. “Not this time. Let’s go, Jin and Namjoon are waiting for you.” Groaning, the blonde followed behind, wondering what they’ll tell him he can’t do this time around.

Oh how he hated talks like these.

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[hwascomfort]

Hey!! Can you do ateez and their love language?

ATEEZ MEMBERS AND THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE <3

pairing(s): ateez x gn!reader

genre: fluff, some angst but i think its okay :( | headcanon

warning(s): mentions of food and drink, cuss words, somewhat detailed depictions of mental health | lowkey is quite lacking for like 1/2 of the members bc i wrote half during the day and the other at 5am (when my creativity spikes hehe) so please be aware - im not discrediting the members in any way, shape or form <3

wc: quite a lot-

notes: thank you for the req anon! sorry it took so long | probably a lot of spelling errors

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Seonghwa

he's practically everything rolled into one

he just has his primary acts of love

words of affirmation

quality time

acts of service

he knows exactly what to say to make you happier

he knows exactly what to do when you can see each other

he knows exactly what to do when you feel down

the smile on your face is everything to him

if it means complimenting you every chance he gets

using all his free time for the two of you to make memories

or even getting your favourite snack when he's shopping

he'll do it all

he loves you more than anything

so even if hes down

he'd do anything for you

because he wants you to be happy

Hongjoong

believe me when i say

quality time

gift giving

sometimes he doesnt know what to say

so he instead finds something for the two of you

hell, he doesnt even need to do anything

so long as youre together

the both of you are happy

and the gift giving

dont even get me started-

he will buy clothes and completely style them to his hearts content

he will buy a whole outfit, accessories included

and he will randomly buy you flowers OR a cute plushie <3

some days he goes to yours with a box of everything imaginable

he doesnt care if hes going over his personalized spending limit for the week

if it makes you happy

he'll do it all

Yunho

oh %100 these ↓

words of affirmation

physical touch

acts of service

with a pinch of quality time

he showers you with compliments every time he sees you

he can almost never keep his hands off of you

always needs to have a hand on your thigh

or waist

or just in yours

he'll make you a meal if he can

more specifically when youre working on something

he'll make you a drink

or even just bring you a blanket when youre cold

but even better!

he'll come over and cuddle you <3

its a win-win situation

Yeosang

definitely these

quality time

acts of service

he would take you anywhere if he could

be it an amusement park

a marketplace

or half the world away

hell, if spaceships existed

he would take you to another planet

THE ACTS OS SERVICE XIDJJDD

he would fr dress up as a waiter if you really wanted it

he will make a meal for you

which he honestly did a shitty job on

he literally made a boiled potato crispy 😭

BUT YOU WILL LIE

AND SAY THAT ITS AMAZING

YOU SUCK IF YOU DONT

but he knows how to make a bomb ass coffee

or tea

or just anything

if he deems that you need it, it will be made

he even keeps a stash of hell week products on him at all times if youre afab 😭

perfect depiction of highschool sweetheart <3

San

DONT GET ME STARTED ON THIS BOY

HE IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING

words of affirmation

physical touch

gift giving

quality time

acts of service

will %100 whisper sweet nothings into your ear 24/7

always knows what to say when you rely on him <3

he is the epitome of a warm blanket on a cold day

are yall proud of me for that one (˃̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣ ) ↑

anyways-

he will definitely swarm you in kisses

be it on the forehead

cheek

knuckles (i can picture it in my head, im sobbing)

and lips ofc 😌

constant hugs too

you get at least one every two hours if possible

fucking gift giving

he buys an overwhelming amount of books and plushies for you

sometimes he'll buy you jewelry despite your protests 😭

oh he will always plan a day each week where the two of you can do something

if it cant be in person?

never fear

online picnics are here <3

THE FREAKING ACTS OF SERVICE OML

its the smallest things ever

you forgot your pajamas on a sleepover with him?

gives you a clean shirt and a pair of shorts

you forgot to fill your water bottle?

will fill it up for you

you forgot an umbrella?

shares his even tho its made for one </3

theres a puddle but you cant get your clothes wet?

deadass picks you up bridal style and walks through it 😭

Mingi

PHY

SI

CAL

TOUCH

AND

words of affirmation~

youre honestly both suffering with anxiety :(

so you have a mutual understanding

hugs are very appreciated <3

he could go hours just hugging you

youre his safe place

and hes yours

so being wrapped up in the love of your life

being wrapped in this safe place

... it is so, so comforting

little kisses are also very appreciated <3

bah!

the words

oml

sometime the anxiety can really overwhelm you both

it can be an inner war of 'i know theyll stay vs theyll leave no matter what'

mingi probably understands that better than anyone else :(

it can be very hard trying to push the thoughts away

especially if youre crying

so having someone there to help does a lot

neither of you will stop the stream of comforting words until the other has calmed down enough to stop crying

even then

the words are still going :(

he just wants you to feel better

just like you want with him :((

Wooyoung

suck my dick if you disagree

physical touch

acts of service

words of affirmation

we all know how touchy mr. jung is

will definitely cuddle up to you

will press a kiss to your cheek every chance he gets

will keep an arm around your shoulders

or a hand around your waist

even just his hand in yours

is definitely the type to play with your fingers

or trace over the palm of your hand

it tickles ngl, but its so cute <3

the acts of service ╰(*´︶  `*)╯

we all know hes good at cooking

so it comes as no surprise when he randomly makes some food for you

it could be 2am on a week day

and he would still make you something

maybe give you some form of caffeine as an extra boost for whatever it is youre doing

HIS WORDS HIS WORDS HIS WORDS!!

hes honestly so sweet behind that sassy attitude of his

you could be laying in bed, looking like a slob

and he would just say

"look at my sexy doll"

yall blame him for the weird nicknames

i am merely the... interpreter

but he straight up gives the strangest compliments

ofc he has his sweeter ones

"you look so cute in my clothes"

i dont know man-

his compliments are better than that but my head is running on a 5am brain fart 😭

Jongho

JONGHO MY LOVE

MY LIFE

agh this boy

quality time

ofc ge does more than just that

but this is his main, okay?

sometimes his words fail him

and more often than not, his willingness to spend more than five minutes hugging is completely depleted

so this leaves quality time

he knows youre content with just his company

so he'll organise something nice to do a lot of the time <3

or the two of you will just sit in the same room and bask in the others presence

sometimes one of you will fall asleep

but its okay!

it just proves how comfortable you are with each other <333

[reidsnose]

happy campers

overview: the bau goes on a team building camping trip but reader and spencer spend most of their time together

genre: fluff

a/n: ive been kicking myself for not posting in forever but i think this one is pretty cute! please lmk what yall think :)

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the stuffy, eight person suv finally rolled to a stop, the overgrown children that call themselves the bau tumbling out as quickly and gracelessly as possible. Morgan and Reid nearing the end of a 2 and a half minute long slap fight that you happened to be caught directly in the middle of. you looked at jj, pleading to make them stop with her mom powers.

"boys behave or ill ground you both," she sighed, going to help out with taking things out of the trunk.

they immediately stopped, muttering under their breath that the other one started it. but before they could start again, Spencer caught a glance at you. you were taking a deep breath, smiling contently, very clearly happy to get some fresh, forest air. despite being in direct sunlight, your smile was far brighter than anything he'd seen in his whole life.

before he knew it he was being snapped out of his daze and asked to help set up the tents. he was really hoping to have a chance to share a tent with you, like you sometimes had done on cases when hotel rooms were scarce. but he knew that almost everyone wanted a spot in your tent because you're that much fun to be around. Penelope would win, obviously, and he would be paired up with morgan again.

he let out a sigh as he finished up pitching one of the tents, pulling the corner and nailing it into the ground. as he did so, something caught his eye: a pink, round, fat little worm crawled out of the dirt.

his attention was now fully on the worm, ecstatic to see it because he had been reading up on worms for a while. he called morgan and hotch over since they were the closest to him, rambling excitedly all hes learned about them so far. he looked up and could see the disinterest behind their polite smiles. his own smile faltered for a second, until he saw you finishing up pitching a tent.

"im gonna go show y/n. shes gonna love this!" spencer giggled, already walking towards you.

"hey kid i dont know if she-" morgan began.

"reid she might not-" hotch started as well.

but he had already reached you, sticking out his hand and revealing the worm. hotch and morgan looked at each other worriedly, concerned that the tiniest rejection from you, even about something as small as a worm, would tear his heart to pieces.

their faces changed from worry to confusion as they watched a wide grin crack on your face.

"oh! a worm!" you exclaimed gleefully.

they observed as you put your hand out and Spencer dropped the worm in your hand. you watched it wriggle around and would occasionally look up and nod along with his rambling, asking questions and listening intently. hotch and morgan were speechless, knowing full well if they offered a girl they liked a worm, she would not have the same reaction.

you and Spencer started walking back over to the tent, where hotch and morgan tried their best to seem busy. you two were laughing, something about putting the worm back where he found it so it gets home safely. if there was ever any doubt that you and Spencer would be the perfect couple, its completely disintegrated now.

you and Spencer were typically joined at the hip, but after the worm encounter, you two were especially inseparable.

the girls went down by the lake to tan while you and Spencer tried to build a hut out of random sticks and logs you found around the forest. and while the guys were fishing on that same lake, Spencer and you were rock skipping, and he was explaining to you the physics behind it. and you were both scaring away any potential fish for rossi, hotch, and morgan to catch. so you two were banished back into the forest for the time being. when the rest of the team came back, you and him were up in a tree, eating some of the snacks they'd packed, talking and laughing and subconsciously leaning into one another. you didn't need to be a profiler to see the signs. you two were head over heels already, even if you guys didn't know it yet.

after a bonfire full of roasted marshmallows and scary stories, laughs and giggles. it was a wonderful, but tiring night and before you knew it you were getting ready for bed, sharing highlights of the day back and fourth with Penelope.

"i'm picking up on a bit of a pattern," she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

you wracked your brain, "what pattern?"

"all of your highlights included a certain adorkable genius."

"what? no we just...he's my best friend so we-cause its fun and i just-" you stammered, feeling your face heat up with every passing second.

"relax my love, i was just teasing," she chuckled, turning over to go to sleep.

"yeah i know. goodnight pen."

"goodnight lovely," she sighed, "but give some thought to lover boy."

you chuckled lightly before whispering to yourself, "trust me i have."

you woke up and checked the time, it was 4:47am but you just could not fall asleep. you crawled out of the tent, grabbing your blanket when you felt the cool morning air rush at you. you didn't want to wake anyone, so you made your way over to the little hill that the suv was parked on, stealing the keys from hotch's bag and crossing to the other side that faced east. the sun would be rising soon, it would be nice to watch; you draped your blanket across your shoulders. you heard footsteps coming from behind you, your blood running cold, immediately assuming the worst.

you turned around and were met with Spencer's sleepy smile. his hair stuck up in all directions and he looked perfectly adorable. you had to resist your urge to give in and kiss him right then and there.

"you scared me!" you whispered, trying to stifle a smile.

"im sorry," he giggled, "why are you up?"

"im not sure i just couldnt fall back asleep. why are you up?" you echoed.

"morgan keeps farting."

you and him let out hearty laughs, quickly covering your mouths as to not wake up the rest of the team.

you faced the car for a second, legs growing tired from standing.

"look how pretty the fogged up windows look," you observed, facing back and fourth between the colorful sky and the muggy version reflecting on the suv. you pressed your hand against the window, leaving a print, "so cold!" you chuckled.

spencer put his hand next your handprint, quickly recoiling, "you werent lying," he laughed, shivering a little.

you looked at the two handprints, his comically larger than yours and you couldnt help but smile to yourself.

"do you want some blanket?" you asked, opening your arms.

"i think im too tall," he frowned, "maybe if i crouch?"

"how about," you dangled the keys infront of your face before opening the trunk of the suv, "front row seats to the sunrise and some blanket."

"that sounds perfect," he smiled, begging his body not to redden his cheeks.

you two crawled into the trunk, draping the blanket across both of your shoulders, being pulled together by the small piece of fabric. you two were completely cuddled together, getting maximum warmth from the blanket and each other's body heat. a comfortable silence floated between you, faint bird songs and the others breathing filling it with peace. you felt your eyelids droop, despite the breathtaking rebirth of the sun happing in front of you. spencer was just so comfortable.

he felt the same way, his head falling to rest on top of yours as sleep pulled at his eyes. he yawned lightly, pulling you closer and breathing you in. you smiled. perfectly content.

about an hour later, hotch woke up, searching frantically for his keys. he ran up to check if the suv was still there, only to be met with your sleeping figures in the open trunk, wrapped up tightly in a blanket, smiles on both of your faces despite being asleep. hotch was good at predicting things, he saw scenarios play out fully before they truly began.

he snapped a picture, knowing it would be put to good use in a few years, he smelled a wedding.

spencer and you spent the drive home smiling like a couple of idiots, grins growing wider each time the sun hit the window just right, revealing your handprints.

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[unstoppableforcce]

beer pong

—trivia night universe (3)

pairing: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x bartender!reader

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a/n: I really enjoyed writing this moment between the two of them so I hope you enjoy the mix of fun and somewhat serious! there’s no smut in this part but the next idea I have for them is smut related, and if yall have any ideas, feel free to let me know! I love these guys !!

“Now, do you want to do this or do you want to fuck around?”

Santiago Garcia had never been more in love with another person than he had been in that moment. 

He had been dancing around the idea for about a week or two now, but never had such a foreign concept been so clearly illustrated to him before. It caught him every so often, for brief seconds or sometimes minutes, but it didn’t stop him in his tracks until now. 

There had been the morning that you insisted on going with him to the grocery store because he never bought the right kind of apples and danced around him in line humming whatever song had been on the radio while the two of you were in his car. There had been the day that you texted him asking him what his favorite color was then showed up later that night with your nails painted that color. There had been some smaller moments too. When you asked him to put your necklace on for you, when you came up behind him in the kitchen and trailed kisses across his shoulders, when your perfume lingered in his bathroom long after you left for work...

The thought had a firmly secured spot in his mind, but it took you standing across the table from him with a raised brow, quirked hip, and ping pong ball in hand and repeated the question, he knew for sure. 

He was head over heels, breath knocked from his chest, absolutely and indiscriminately in love with you. 

And he was going to kick your ass at beer pong at the same time. 

Frankie couldn’t help but laugh as he walked towards the table and handed Pope a fresh beer. He didn’t say anything aloud, but he could read it on his face. He was smug and Fish only got smug when he was seeing right through him, and just as Santi was sure that he was in love with you, he was also sure that Frankie could see that on his face. 

He caught the ping pong ball you threw at his head and rolled his eyes, “Honey, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

“I don’t know, you talk a lot of shit Pope, but this is kind of my realm of expertise.” You smirked back, bringing your beer to your lips as Benny joined you by your side with another beer. 

To think you had been so nervous about meeting the guys officially for the first time. He’d told you over an over again that you had nothing to worry about but it wasn’t until the two of you actually arrived at Will’s house and you truly met them. You fell easily into pace alongside them, bouncing back and forth with them like you had known them for years. It was everything Pope knew it would be, and maybe that made him love you a little bit more. 

“Ok, house rules here. Nothing too crazy.” Benny warned carefully as he waved his hands over the table as if he were blessing the triangular assortments of red solo cups. “And normally I’d argue the lady gets to go first but it looks like we’ve got an honest-to-god face off ready here so...”

“Damn straight.” You easily replied, holding the ball up as Santi mirrored your movements. “Give me your eyes, baby.”

“You have them, honey.” 

Frankie and Benny both shared in a whistle, and as Will came outside with a beer of his own and a plate of snacks, he joined in as well. But your stare stayed locked with Santi’s as you both counted off and threw the balls across table to the respective cups. 

Yours sank easily while his swirled around the edge of the corner cup and rolled out, leading to the first round of cheers shared between you and Benny. 

Fish landed a heavy hand on his shoulder and blew out another breath, “this is going to be fun.”

And that was exactly what it was, an extension of what it had been for the first hour of the night, an easy flow of fun times. At least until you guys came down to two cups left on each side. 

“Oh the pressure is building.” Benny mocked as he lowered himself to his knees to put his face behind the cups to distract Frankie as he faked a few tosses before finally throwing and missing by nearly a mile. “Oh! The pressure has claimed another victim.”

“Shut up Benny—” Fish fought but the two of you were laughing too hard as you bent over to grab the ball from the grass. “They are a dangerous duo—“

“You’re telling me.” Santi chuckled, lining up his shot as both you and Benny began to dance behind the cups to distract him. It almost worked too, but at the last second, he found his focus and his skill and nailed the water in the cup effortlessly. “There it is!”

He slammed his hand against Frankie’s in the most intense high five that they had maybe ever shared while you and Benny threw your hands up, exasperated as the cups in front of you now totaled 2-1, not in your favor. 

Passing your ball to Benny, you fished the other ball from the water, dumped the water out, and stacked the cup all before reaching for your own beer and taking a hefty swig. This was it. If there was ever a moment when you needed to call upon the skills you probably should have left behind in college, this was it.

“After you,” Benny gestured with another wave of his arm as you sat your drink down and you gave him a quick reciprocated nod. 

Santi and Frankie began a similar dance to the one that you and Benny had managed, pulling the edges of your straight-lined focused mouth up at the corners even as you fought it. And when Will laughed, the whole group was dancing and laughing, and you couldn’t keep a straight face but you were determined to keep your shot straight. 

“We don’t have all night honey—”

“I’m focusing—”

“Focus faster—”

“Shut your pretty mouth—”

“We’re waiting—”

The toss was perfect, landing in the cup with a satisfying splash and an echoing cheer taking over the rest of the group. “Worth the wait, baby?”

He pulled the ball out with a smile he couldn’t keep down. He tried to smother it with his drink as he flicked the water off the ball but it was no use, the smile was there. The smile was there and it was contagious to the three other men who considered themselves his closest and only friends. 

It was good to see him this happy. Overwhelmingly good to see him this overwhelmingly happy. How could it not make them equally as happy?

Though, Fish wasn’t happy to see his chances to win slipping through his finger tips. 

“Let’s see what you got, Benny.”

“Let’s go.”

“You got this.” 

He turned to you and gave you a solid fist bump, something that had slowly became your ritual the more the two of you played. Then he turned back towards the table and tossed without a practice windup or any hesitation. 

It bounced on the rim. 

Both you and him leaned with it. 

It bounced in. 

The shouting must have annoyed the shit out of Will’s neighbors but none of the five of you seemed to care. You all just burst out in obnoxious cheering, Benny wrapped you up in a quick hug, twirling you around before the two of you descended into laughter, relishing in your victory even more when you saw both Frankie and Santi throw their hands up. 

“Good game,” Frankie easily conceded but Santi just shook his head, reaching for his beer. 

“Great game,” you countered with a fully body chuckle as you grabbed your own drink and walked around the table to wrap your arm around Santi’s waist and steal a quick kiss from his lips. But as he tried to hide his smile still, you quickly broke through when you said, “do I taste like a winner?”

That not only broke his smile from him, but a full body laughter of his own as well as he shook his head and pulled back from you. “You’re breaking my heart, honey.”

“You knew what you were getting yourself into.”

“Nah, I’m calling for a rematch,” he said, turning back to the group and repeating himself, “A rematch, and we’re going to get Will in on this one.”

“He can’t accept a fair, honest game—” Benny shouted as you raised your bottle in agreement. 

“I want a rematch—”

“Sore loser.” You mocked, but another game happened anyways. 

Though, this time, there was much less structure to it. Benny was blowing balls out of the cups as they swirled, Santi was smacking away bounces without second thought, and even Frankie was leaning in from the sidelines to get in the way of shots. But it was fun. More fun than you could remember having in a long time. 

The night calmed down after that; not as high energy but equally as fun once you all moved back inside. 

Benny had a few questions about mixing drinks which ultimately moved all of you into the kitchen with half of Will’s liquor cabinet and refrigerator out on the counter. It was mindless fun for you and they all seemed to be having a good time, but it also meant that by the time you all decided it was a good time to go, you were very, very drunk. 

With your fingers intertwined, the two of you said your goodbyes and walked back out into the nighttime chill, swaying your linked arms between the two of you as you walked down the driveway to where Santi was parked on the street. And again, as you giggled, tripping over yourself slightly, he was reminded again of the fact that was becoming a more and more common fact of life for him. 

He loved you. He was in love with you. He adored every bit of you and, the two of you hadn’t been together for long, but he was sure of it. 

It wasn’t a familiar feeling for him, it wasn’t something he was anyway comfortable with admitting if he was going to be honest, but he was almost a hundred percent positive. 

He loved you. He was in love with you. And he was sure of it. 

“Why so quiet?” You hummed, swinging your linked hands back and forth with more force to attempt to snap him out of his own head as they two of you made it to the curb next to his jeep. 

“I’m not quiet.” He attempted to counter but as he stopped walking and turned to you, he could see the disbelief plainly on your face. 

“You sure you’re okay to drive? I can call a lyft—”

“I’m fine to drive, honey, I had maybe three beers since dinner—”

“Then why so quiet?” You fought, with maybe a bit more drunken determination than you typically had as you tugged on his hand more. “Come on, I thought tonight went well—”

“Tonight went so well, I had an amazing time—”

“Then what’s wrong?”

You sounded sad, he didn’t want you to be sad, there was literally no reason in the whole universe for you to be sad and he hated that you thought that something was wrong but... but he couldn’t get the words out. 

It wasn’t like he hadn’t said them before, it was just that he had really never felt comfortable saying them. The few relationships he had where he did say it, they ended shortly after the three little words left his lips, and the last thing he wanted was for that to be the case here. You were the best thing that had ever happened to him and if he went too fast... if he said it before you were ready for it and he messed everything up...

He didn’t want to ruin this. He was terrified, and by the looks of it, so were you and that was his fault. 

Keeping his mouth shut was going to ruin it, telling you was going to ruin it...

“Nothing’s wrong, honey, I swear.” He said easily but as he pulled his keys from his pocket and tried to turn to the door, you kept your hold on his hand and kept him where he stood. 

“Did I do something wrong tonight?”

This was so far from fair to you. You were drunk and he was being evasive, giving you every reason to worry while he was trying to get you not to worry. 

How could a night where everything had gone right so far go south so fast?

If he could just open his goddamn mouth—

“Santi, I don’t understand—” You dropped his hand, bringing both of yours together in front of you, wringing them over each other as his silence held...

And he just couldn’t take it anymore. 

“I love you.”

He swore his heart was going to beat out of his chest, his stomach was filled with nerves he hadn’t felt in years and watching your face was doing nothing to calm him down. Half your face was cast in shadow from the street lights that lined the road, and as his eyes scanned over every inch of you, he still didn’t find anything to go off of in terms of your reaction. You held his stare with the same sad look you had been wearing before he said anything. 

What did that mean?

Was it too early? It had only been a few months, so he couldn’t blame you if you didn’t feel the same especially given how long it took him to open up to you about the littlest of things. He didn’t even know how long he was supposed to wait, was there some sort of timeline that healthy minded adults followed that he was just never told about?

Did he just ruin things? Was he moving too fast—

“Really?”

Really?

What did that mean? Did that mean that he said it too early and you didn’t believe him? Did that mean that you didn’t feel the same? Did that mean he just caught your off guard or did you wish he hadn’t said it? 

He could see what felt like a thousand emotions playing across your face and he didn’t know which meant what—

You lips cut him off before he got too deep into his thoughts. And it wasn’t just the surprise of your lips on his, it was the pure force you put behind it. 

He stumbled back into the side of his truck, catching you with his body as you pressed every inch of yourself into him. Your hands pulled at the sides of his face, tugging on his ears to get yourself even closer as he wrapped his arms around your waist and towards your back, holding you as close as you were holding him as his lips reciprocated the heavy kiss. 

There wasn’t a thought in his mind anymore that wasn’t you. Your intoxicated feet even stepped on his in your overwhelming eagerness, solidly holding every single part of you that you could against him. 

He wasn’t sure what it meant, but there was no way it could be bad news anymore, that he was sure of as your tongue pushed into his mouth and your hands trailed up to his hair, tugging with much more intensity than he was used to. 

But even then, he had to pull back to catch his breath and it was worth checking in with you as he did. With his forehead pressed to yours, his arms cradled around your back, he opened his eyes and found yours waiting there for him. “So...”

Your face twisted into an adorable intoxicated confusion, “So?”

“I just told you I loved you and you kissed me and I don’t know--”

You stole another kiss off his lips easily. “Are you kidding me?”

Was he supposed to know what that meant? Did he know what it meant and his brain just wouldn’t let him think it or was he just too hesitant? How could you kiss him with that kind of passion and still leave him so confused--

“No, I’m not—”

“Santi, I’m so in love with you...” 

Blowing out a breath of relief, he shook his head and pulled your face back towards his, reconnecting your lips and swinging you around to press you into the side of the car while you giggled against his lips. But then he pulled back again, leaving you chasing his lips. 

“What—”

“I have to drive home eventually, we can’t just have sex in Will’s driveway...” He laughed out, bringing his hand to your bare neck and the gold necklace that laid there and tracing it lightly with his calloused fingertips. 

“Why not?” You chuckled back, nudging your nose into his as his laughter melted together with yours, as hot as the sun despite the gentle chill of the night that surrounded the two of you. 

“Because I know he has security cameras and I have a very comfortable bed at home...” He countered, taking his keys back into his hand, unlocking the car, and opening the passenger door for you. 

“Fair point...” 

As he led you into your seat, he moved to turn away but you caught him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him back in for one last kiss. 

One last kiss he couldn’t pull away from. 

He didn’t know what was different about it from all the others, he definitely didn’t know why it stood out from the kissing session that had just concluded, but he knew that he could feel it was different. And you felt it too, because you lingered the same way, leaning out of the car to hold onto him, still by the collar. 

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me...” He sighed out against your lips, the words falling much easier now than they had around the three little words. 

He didn’t know if it was just the words of ‘I love you’ or just his own fears or his comfort now... He didn’t know what it was, but the words fell like dripping honey from his lips. 

“I don’t know, you’ve got three pretty good things in the form of your best friends who we just left inside and—”

“And they’re the best and I’d put my life on the line for them, I have before, but I’m not in love with any of them.” He continued easily, stealing one last kiss before shutting the passenger door and walking around to the driver’s side with a smirk he was never going to lose. 

Not as long as he was with you. 

And he was hoping that was going to be for as long as he lived. 

He got back into the car next to you and found you staring at him wide-eyed and surprised but his smirk didn’t leave his lips and he easily started the car. 

“Santi—”

“Now that I’ve said it, I’m going to be saying it all the time, I just want you to know that.”

Your slightly drunken brain had cleared up enough to leave you happy and sober. Your head finally caught with you and a smirk the same size as his grew on your lips. “Good.”

“It might even get annoying—”

“Do you worst.”

Yeah. He loved you. 

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tags: (these are tags from teh first part, let me know if you’d like to be added or removed) @mandoplease​ @spider-starry​ @shakespeareanwannabe​ @mylifeliterally​ @this-cat-is-dea​ @woakiees​ @imananxiousdriver​

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A Promise(part 2)- Crimson & Clover

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader(Black coded/Genderless)

Word Count: 2.7+

Warnings/Disclaimer: SMUT. ANGST. cursing. mild depression/heart-ache. etc etc. if something needs to be tagged please lemme know.

A/N: LOL I'm back on my bullshit yall. heavy angst/depression from the previous Steve centered storyline so if you haven't read "You really think I didn't know?" I'll do some magic linky links here and at the bottom just in case. Also I'm trying something kinda different with the way I post the fics so feedback is welcome.

ALSO this one comes with a tiny playlist! there are Bolded lyrics throughout if you want to get a deeper sense of where I was emotionally writing this and where reader is as well you can Def give these songs a listen, they are in order of appearance:

Crimson & Clover- Tommy James & The Shondells

Every Time I Breathe- Arlissa

Navy Blue - Hasani

Summary: Bucky takes an extended leave for "work" related reasons and reader slips back into some dark places in his absence...

~*As always, be Nice to me I’m Delicate*~

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He said he might be gone most of the week. Sam called the day before and all you know is it's something important. He didn't go into detail, just packed a bag and you'd never seen him do that before. But he was also only gone a day or two at a time and never felt the need to tell you about it before now either.

Up until recently you'd tip-toe around each other. Not like you used to with Steve though, worse. Bucky is a lot better at making sure you don't know he's there until it's too late. It felt like you'd never get used to each other, or more likely that you'd never want to. You might've still been secretly hoping that he'd stop caring and go away... after a while you got tired of your own bullshit and realized he's giving off that vibe on purpose. Wordlessly telling you how you should feel about him, not wanting to get too close. You never much liked being told what to do.

It was only about two months before you became a Barnes' expert. You'd sit up at night listening intently for when he'd shower, get in bed, or wake up. He never slept more than five maybe six hours at a time, you'll never understand how he can function like that. You know how he likes his coffee, which angle he holds his cup. How and where he takes off his shoes, how much ice he puts in a drink, the way he likes to cut his toast, and what time he has to do all of it. There's an almost unnerving pattern to him, one that's always been there and you were just unwilling to notice for so long, and you're not sure if he's even aware of it.

You woke up to him already gone. You knew he was leaving but actually being left alone like that unsettled you more than you anticipated, a serious case of Deja vu. You went into your routine like normal, because everything still was, but by the fifth day... you stepped into the front room and got that empty feeling. One you hadn't really had since...

It stopped you for a few seconds longer than you liked and a large knot formed in your stomach. You spent the whole day trying to ignore the feeling but it only got worse. Like a hunger pain but much more vague, crawling through each muscle. You'd catch yourself staring at his room, Bucky's room but also... Steve's. It's the first time you let yourself admit to him fully crossing your mind in over a year.

You laid up in bed, trying to count the metaphorical sheep to no avail. Getting up thinking that a snack or a warm drink will stop the restlessness, you pause in the tiny hallway shared by your bedrooms. The low blue light from the moon outside dustily illuminating the space through  a cloudy bathroom window. You stare at the door like any second he's going to ask what you're doing up so late and you can tell him to mind his own business while pouring two cups of tea.

You just wanted to touch the knob; turn it to make sure it still works- that you're still "allowed in there if you want". But stepping inside was too far, an invasion of Bucky's privacy, and you felt it. But you couldn't help yourself. You needed to know.

They were definitely cut from the same cloth. Sparse furnishings and no decorations, save a few very small trinkets he'd held onto from who knows where. There is exactly one row on his bookshelf filled with composition notebooks that were beat to hell and back. Sticky notes lined the edge of most of the pages, so much so that they easily could've been mistaken for feathers on a quick glance. You dare not touch them. Observing someone with a past that checkered is very different to reading into the things they deem worthy of physically writing down.

Where Steve used to leave small drawings and notes Bucky left half empty ink pens and a few well used pairs of gloves. You saunter to the far corner of the room and caress a worn leather jacket hanging precariously on the lowest peg of a coat rack. Doing a slow sweep of the space something in the otherwise barren closet catches your eye. The knot in your stomach that had almost disappeared was back and it brought friends. Your shirt. His shirt. The big one that said BROOKLYN across the front, what you didn't know was your "going away gift." The one you balled up and shoved in the top corner of his closet, at the time hoping you'd never look at it again. You're amazed that it's still here, that Bucky hadn't tossed it out or tried to give it back to you when he moved in.

So you put it on. You're still not sure why but you needed to wear it. To feel it drape over your skin, enveloping you in warmth and that beautiful clean familiar scent you... loved once. It sent a shiver down your spine. The knots in your stomach were gone but now there's one in your throat. You can feel the tears seated right behind your eyes. You sit on the bed holding your face pleading with the water to stay put but it's too late. You miss him. You hate to admit it, but it's true and it always has been. You're angry and you should be, you loved him- you thought he might've loved you. Pulling the hem of the shirt up you wipe the tears off your face and fall into a pillow, trying to calm yourself out of your rage unintentionally drifting into sleep.

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You wake up to the sound of music in the kitchen.

...Ah, now I don't hardly know her, but I think I could love her...

You sit up quickly checking your phone: 11:34am. You'd fallen asleep in Bucky's room, in his bed. A blanket had been placed over you and a short scan of the room returned a brown leather duffel bag and set of black boots that weren't present last night. He'd come back early this morning and found you here. You can feel your heart fall straight out of your ass, the void that was left being filled with pure embarrassment. Is he angry? He did tuck you in...

As slowly and quietly as possible you make your way towards the door, poking your head out just enough to assess the situation. You can see his back in the kitchen, he's hovering over the sink. You notice the couch, the spare blanket and pillow from the bathroom closet folded neatly on one of the arm rests, he had to sleep there. The void gets deeper. You pull the door open just enough to slip out of and there's a quiet creak. Steve never did fix that, and you just figured out why.

Bucky didn't turn around but definitely noticed. He steps to the side, now in front of the stove and you here something crack and sizzle. You're not sure what to do here. You can try to apologies and explain but there's no un-embarrassing way out of this one. You fold your arms over your stomach trying to hold all your very delicate pieces together while you attempt to speak up. Finally reaching the bar and fully prepared to say good morning when he quickly sets a hot bowl down in front of you. White rice and a fried egg- runny yolk. You'd make it for breakfast when you'd get up early or couldn't sleep, a friend from school put you on to it. Looks like he's been studying you too. You make eye contact but, just briefly. From what little of the expression you get on his face nothing indicates that he's mad. But he hasn't said anything to the contrary either.

How was your trip?  Dangerous I bet-sorry you couldn't come home and sleep in your own goddamn bed! Oh?! AND you made me breakfast!

You feel like a crazy person.

"Comfy last night?"

He's pouring himself some coffee, not yet turning your way. There's no hostility in his voice.

You chuckle nervously.

"Yeah.. sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it."

He sets a small glass of juice down in front of you. Heavy eye contact this time, but his expression is soft. He didn't ask for an explanation and you really didn't want to give him one. But you still feel guilt looming over you. You take the glass in both hands and nurse it.

He nods at you with a squint, taking a big sip of coffee.

"If I knew that was yours I would've given it back."

The shirt. You forgot you actually put it on. You hold your breath stroking the fabric gently. Contemplating your next words.

"It's not- well, not really."

He raises an eyebrow.

"It was a gift, so I guess it does belong to me..."

Glancing back down at it you can see him realize it says "Brooklyn." His expression changes to a knowing one and it reads like regret but he quickly tries to box it back up for you. This is a new move for him.

There's a much longer pause in conversation than either of you would like before he shifts his weight awkwardly.

"Sorry."

You push glass, now empty back across the bar towards him.

"Don't worry about it-"

You swivel in your seat quickly, taking your bowl and getting up to leave. He steps out from the kitchen after you.

"Thanks for breakfast."

The tears had been welling up and started to pour over as you left. You're still in no state to pretend to be a functioning person right now. Trying to save him from your ugly cry face by escaping but he grabs your shoulder gently suggesting you backwards.

You cover your mouth to hush a sob. You can see your chest start heave but there's nothing you can do to stop yourself. He grabs the bowl setting it down carefully, then you feel a warm metal sensation squeezing the back of your neck.

"You don't have to be over it."

He's been back a couple hours and already knows you're still a mess. You scoff, laughing at yourself really.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing."

He whispered back quickly, exasperated, but tender.

You sniffle; pathetic.

"That's not how it feels."

"He fucked up. He just doesn't know it."

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his embrace.

It's nice to feel another person. A real solid human being; you can't remember the last time you hugged someone like this. You turn in his arms to face him. He looks tired. Not just 'had-to-sleep-on-an-old-couch' tired. Emotionally repressed. Maybe he has actually wanted to talk to you. He pulls you into him, it's just a hug  but it almost hurt how sweet this was.

Then a thought came to you, not really sure how, you can't handle more rejection right now; but you kissed him anyway, hard. Like him being gone almost killed you- because it did. He pulls away from you, just a little, reading your face his own expressionless. You search his eyes for any kind of hint as to what's going on inside his mind. You're not ready to admit this was a mistake yet. There's no real way to know how long you stood there like that. You only dare to move after you hear the song change in the background.

Words... thought they just fade away

but hurt... gave them a place to stay

"Do something."

You were sure it was just in your head but it creaked out past your lips in less than a whisper, pleading with him.

He covered your mouth with his, smoothing both hands down your neck to your shoulders gripping them gently, intently. You cling to his waist almost afraid to explore anywhere else, then slowly drag nails along his back. He pulls you back into him, you want to fuse with the warmth radiating off of his body, he bends and you collide onto the floor with a muffled thud. He cradles your head quickly so you don't get hurt but you wouldn't care at this point.

The way you fit into each other is unnerving, like your bodies weren't meant for anybody else. You both scramble to undress him in between breathy wet kisses and he's... magnificent. He pulls off his shirt and you swiftly run fingers from his neck down each arm. The metal one is warm, this surprises you for some reason. You watch as each "muscle" dances at your touch and you catch a small glimpse of something on his face that resembles insecurity... or fear. He shelves it quickly in response to you bucking your hips up to dismiss your underwear.

He buries his face in your neck, warm breaths ghosting your skin. Hooking his hands behind your knees he hoists your legs up around his waist. He bites down gently and you gasp. It's too much. He's everywhere, all at once. The last person to touch you event remotely close to this was-

"...Steve."

It just came out, you almost didn't notice it. Bucky stops, pulling back and away. He scans you, a pitiful, panting mess on the floor. The most vulnerable you've probably ever been and definitely in front of him. He shakes his head slowly once, chest heaving.

"No."

Knots line your stomach once again. He grabs your wrist to hold your arms in place up above your head and presses his forehead against yours.

"Look at me."

You hold eye contact there for a solid minute, you're sure of it. He leans forward delicately dragging teeth against your ear.

"You're gonna keep saying it until you can't forget."

He drops his hips and lines up with your entrance. You feel a thick wash of euphoria from the pressure, throwing your head back as much as possible given the floor. You roll your hips along to his, cradling each other perfectly.

His eyes didn't leave your face until you both feel your legs begin to tremble.

"Oh Bucky."

The only words you can remember.

You feel every stroke hasten and all his muscles tighten each time his name falls from your lips. He pulls your shirt up to your neck looking to spatter kisses and bite marks across your torso. You futilely dig one set of nails into the floor and the other in his shoulder as he hungrily growls into your stomach, cursing, longing for mercy.

"Fuck."

You pull him back up to your face demanding his tongue. You hear the floorboard creek from the pressure of a metal hand, the flesh one surely bruising your hip by now. There's a deep enduring moan from the back of his throat as he finds his release inside you. You gasp at the sensation and you both pant into each other, nothing but a mess on the floor now.

He presses a long, firm kiss into the bridge of your nose then falls gently on his back beside you. You roll your head up to look at his face, whatever it is he's feeling isn't immediately obvious as he stares up at the ceiling. You shift onto your side placing a light, cautious hand on his chest and he glances over at you, reaching to squeeze your thigh reassuringly.

The sky is Navy Blue soon to be baby blue and baby you got nothing but time...

He looks over your face in a deep sigh before retiring his gaze to the ceiling.

"I don't know him... The guy that left you like that."

You watch intently has his jaw clenched, he's never been able to hide that bit very well.

"I don't know what kind of..."

He trails off, clearly upset.

You sigh deeply.

"I was gonna die that night."

He rolls his head back to look at you.

"The day I met him? I had pretty much made up my mind."

You start to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. Almost reminiscent.

"But he found me in the staircase..."

You hate how subtly he did some things. If you weren't lying next to him. There's no way you'd ever be able to tell his breathing had changed.

"Essentially-"

You pick your head up, chin on his sternum.

"He saved my life."

You state matter of factually. You watch his body relax in a short, bitter way.

He rolls his head over just enough to look you in the eyes. You kiss his chest once tenderly before moving to stand up. You extend a hand down for him to grab.

"That isn't good for your back."

"You really think I didn't know?" Part1

[muwur]

long distance headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for daichi, suga, hinata & tsukki

❧ gn reader

✎ 1.5k words

a/n: hello yall this is my first post! nobody asked, but i just started this haikyuu reader insert blog, feel free to check my page n see wazzap. also requests are open pls come fhorfjepfiwf;

daichi

✧ after high school, he stayed in miyagi while you went to tokyo, about 5 hours away, for college

✧ texting or calling whenever u can!

✧ you be like “heyyy”

✧ then he clap back with a “go focus on your lecture”

✧ “im not in lectureee”

✧ “you gave me your schedule so i know you’re in the middle of class”

✧ “...”

✧ makes sure you’re awake on time for your classes and calls you if he thinks you’re oversleeping (and hes usually right, this man just KNOWS)

✧ “morning y/n, i think you need to get to class soon”

✧ “mmrghhhghhh” *checks time* “holy sHI-- i forgot to set my alarm. IMMA BE LATE. THANKS DAICHI I LOVE YOU ILL TALK TO YOU LATER BYE”

✧ definitely skips out on some nights out with his friends to video chat you. you catch up, talk about future plans, reminisce, complain about not being able to hug one another, etc. occasionally one of you falls asleep on call, particularly after a long day or week. if he sleeps, you make sure you screenshot his sleeping face and start a picture collection  

✧ you hit him up when you get drunk lMAO

✧ “daiichiii, i miss youuu, i needdd youuuu AND i needa peeee---” “hey daichi, this is y/n’s friend. y/n’s pretty out of it now but they’ll be okay! we’re heading back to our place right now” “im gonna pEE IN THIS CAR”

✧ daichi coordinates with your friends to make sure you arrive home safely, use the bathroom, and get tucked into bed. he thanks the universe you have good friends. if it weren’t for them he’d probs have a heart attacc. sends you cute, reassuring voice messages for you to wake up to the next morning with hangover tips he learned from suga

✧ always checks in with you throughout the day, every day. able to pick up on the slightest hints if you’re feeling unwell and calls you immediately to try to make you feel better

✧ makes plans to visit you! you get really excited to introduce him to your college friends (who, after meeting him, tell you not only is he a hottie but is such a kind guy, fosho a keeper. they also ask if he has any cute friends)

✧ either holding your hand or has an arm around you most of the time.

✧ you spend all day together outside and wandering the city, then spend the night back at your place (sorry roommate, but we’re gonna have to kick you out for a lil bit--)    

sugawara

✧ you finally secured a job! unfortunately, the company required you to work for a year at their main facility, which was a 4 hour drive away from miyagi

✧ if suga wasn’t needed in miyagi for his teaching job, he would’ve tried to come with you

✧ after unloading your things in your new apartment and before parting ways, suga was like

✧ “everything’s unloaded everything from the car?”

✧ “yes maam”

✧ “do you have enough snacks?”

✧ “we just went to the grocery hun”

✧ “did you bring enough underwear?”

✧ “gDI yEs I dID”

✧ “:c promise to call me often”

✧ “<3333 of course”</p>

✧ good morning texts before y’all leave for work! you send each other cute pictures when you’re getting ready for the day (suga with bedhead, brushing his teeth? suga with his tie half done?? sign me up)

✧ always texts you when something reminds him of you, usually sends a picture along with it

✧ “the store was having a special on oranges today! this one reminds me of you”

✧ “why”

✧ “it just looks so cute~”

✧ will immediately call you if you send him any sort of message that worries him

-“hello? y/n what’s wrong, why is there blood?? speak to me, you haven’t replied in 5 minutes”

✧ “ohhh my bad, i’m just cleaning up don’t worry! i didn’t explain, but the picture i sent you isn’t blood, it’s ketchup i spilled on myself lolol”

✧ poor man nearly fainted from worry

✧ would pay you a surprise visit, making sure to plan it carefully so he knew you weren’t busy with work or plans. brings you gifts of your favorite snacks and a scarf that matches one of his own for the upcoming winter

✧ plans out that weekend for y’all, mans did his research beforehand. together, you toured the city and the surrounding nature, took lots of selfies (and many candids of you), and taste tested lots of foods before returning to your apartment and collapsing into your bed with exhaustion

✧ but y’all not too tired for cuddling n a lil something else >.>

hinata

✧ sure, being a couple hours away was hard for some... but y’all in different countries right now

✧ calls you immediately when there’s any inconvenience that occurs in his life, no matter how minor, thinking you’ll know how to fix it (or at least give him the reassurance he needs)

✧ “hey y/n...”

✧ “what’s wrong? you sound worried”

✧ “i broke my bike, what do i do”

✧ “you what? are you alright?? how? where are you? it’s midnight there, honey”

✧ “i was biking back to my apartment after staying late to practice! i didn’t wanna hit this turtle, so i swerved into a pole and now my bike’s wrecked :**”

✧ “ahh, are you okay?? you’re not hurt are you :(”

✧ “no, im okay... but im tired and i have two miles to go ;(((”

✧ “;( im sorry babe but you gotta walk home. we’ll get you a new bike. ill stay on the phone with you until you get back. tell me about your day <3″</p>

✧ talks about you all the time to his friends! introduces you through video chat to them! “look how pretty and cute y/n is!”

✧ together you work out your time differences and busy schedules so you can chat whenever possible

✧ he lets you know whenever he bought something for you, but never shows it to you because he’s excited to see your reaction in person when you reunite

✧ always asks you to send him pictures of yourself, he wants to see what you look like everyday he’s missing you in real life

✧ you surprise visit HIM. he’s so happy he could cry. shows you around every place he loves, shows you off to everyone he knows, holds your hand the entire time and never wants to let go, is practically glued to you not that you mind  

✧ you spend your last night together lying in the grass, hand in hand, looking at the stars and sharing sweet kisses  

tsukishima

✧ y’all went to separate universities. while he stayed relatively close to miyagi, you went across the country to okinawa, which was about a 3 hour flight away

✧ he sees all the couples around campus n becomes lowkey bitter, texts you immediately about gross pda like hand holding that he secretly wishes he could do with you “these people in relationships are too happy, i didn’t ask to see them gawk at each other all day” “u just miss me lmao”

✧ once overheard a convo on a shuttle at school that went like :

✧ person 1: “ugh, he’s so cute”

✧ person 2: “why dont you go out with him??”

✧ person 1: “i dunno, his dorm’s down the street, i can’t really do long distance”

✧ nANI (by the way, this is a irl conversation my friend overheard, oml)

✧ tsukki nearly choked on his morning coffee

✧ bothers texts you in class bc he’s bored and in need of your attention

✧ “hey tsukki this prof’s lectures are rlly dense, i needa focus, ill text u after”

✧ “but arent i more interesting than rocks”

✧ “trust me, id even rather watch some dino documentaries with you than be here”

✧ *read*

✧ likes to chat with you most nights as he lies in bed before going to sleep, staring up at the dark ceiling and listening to your voice through his headphones. usually just talking about how your days went (as if you weren’t texting all day) or just casual talk and banter

✧ you remind him to make sure he’s taking care of himself and eating well

✧ “who are you? my mother?”

✧ “no but you’re about to be single”

✧ surprise visits you, tells you it was yamaguchi’s idea when it was really his own and yamaguchi was just teasing him about it  

✧ you show him around the city, sharing what you know about its rich history and culture. you visit most areas you both wanted to see before calling it a day

✧ your roommate conveniently spends that night over at their friend’s they just wanna give you alone time, which y’all very much needed. you make it a note to repay your roommate somehow.

✧ sweet lovin that he’s been missing, then some spooning as you sleep    

a/n: just wanna tackle these about 4 characters at a time but if u wanna see this headcanon w/ other characters feel free to hmu w/ an ask <3<b> also sorry if i text type a lot and that im inconsistent with my apostrophes, let me know if that’s something you want me to fix! 

[olde-scratch]

So I watched LUCIDS 1-4 without any prior knowledge...

and here were my thoughts. I didn’t watch any backstory or anything so enjoy my suffering.

PART 1

“So what happens when the people inside of their dreams go to sleep?” They die

“What happens when we wake up? Do they go on living while we’re not there?” THEY DIE-

“Who are they anyway?” they’re faces that our brain catalogs and stores for later use, although it’s also arguable that every time we dream we go to an alternate reality and inhabit the body of another version of ourselves. Now, were you in a car accident and trapped underwater or-

Are they twins?

(Me tuning out to do something)

“-the squirrel in spongebob was your soulmate, making you a Sandy simp-”

Me, snapping back to the video: hold up-

[missed the part about the worksheet, realized it when i rewatched 10 mins later to make this post]

yall speakin gibberish idk what youre saying-

“I’m gonna go to bed.” bro it literally looks like morning-

“You should get some sleep you look terrible.” i get six hours of sleep a night minimum and i look worse than him shut up bro-

“jump into someone else’s dream” ah i know this con-

why they all got the same face-

haha funni meme

“--an interruptiion can create feedback and tear them apart.” Death. I long for thee.

Is that Karl Jacob’s jacket?

“a second grader” makes me think this is a different school system. [i was wrong? i think?]

“[get him to] eat your apple”

[in the dream sequence] weird dream, but ive had weirder. now, Why Pamper’s-

why does he suddenly have a knife-

“You put a filter on the Dreamscape feed?”

“Technically, you are seven years old.”

???????????

the second hand embarrassment is UGGGHHH

[reading the description] you mean like the guy who was knocked out for 2 minutes on a football field and woke to find he’d dreamt 17 years of his life? oh this shall be Fun

PART 2

[I check the description] “jasper cult” what the fu-

how many camp camp references can i make during this

Is the apple a reference to religion or does the creator just really ilke apples?

“meal.”

“meal?”

meal????

Wait why couldn’t that guy eat the apple? If he wanted it in the fruit bowl, wouldn’t there be a chance of the guy eating it anyways?? Why can’t the guy who brought the apple eat it?

well he’s Dead

[debating if I should read the backstory}

n a h h h h h -

Was he gonna feed the dead guy the apple or something? Why is he upset about the apple in this scene???

oooo the grownups are fightinnnngggg

Is he an antagonist?

HE WROTE A BOOK???

oh now i want food

ESTABLISH JUSTICE ENSURE DOMESTIC TRANQUILITYYYYYYYYYYYYY

“I watched all those aforementioned shows” what shows did i miss something what-

man why you gotta hate on her jane austen fanfic let her live bro

string theory! i can get behind that! sorta-

o no he found the memes-

BOY GOT KNOCKED OUT-

kim there’s people that are dying-

is SHE an antagonist?

quinn? calling himself jasper? u sure hes not just nonbinary? is this just a metaphor for transphobic parenting?

“He died... but somewhere, he grew up.” So is your plan to take a Quinn from a different universe and make him your own, thereby robbing another version of yourself from happiness? When does this ever go well?

Yknow most people, when they lose a kid,,,, kinda,,,,,,, dont go on a ceaseless quest to find another version of their kid that grew up without knowing that another version of his mother was invading other peoples’ dreams to find and kidnap him,,,,,,,, like aint u got a therapist-

“Once you get past the point of not knowing what’s real anymore, you realize it doesn’t matter.” Well, I Got Called Out-

PART 3

“you’re real, oliver.”

aRe yOu sUrE aBoUt tHaT-

“you’ve been infected by the anti-love parasite of Mandadon” the amatonormativity is strong

so anyways ive been infected since birth hbu-

“James Jasperson, creator of Japple” did you mean to Fancy Well-Educated Man in a Black Turtleneck? cause the only FWEMBT i allow near me is prof. hidgens

“are you winning?” says the capitalist

why did you rewind to see his face?? you have the same face????? is this just bc the creator doesnt like working with other people cause in that case same but???????

“it’s a bad idea. i’m not gonna do it.” we’ve all been there. and we’ve all done it.

looks like me trying to study. (i say, a person who has studied a total of five minutes throughout their entire life.)

your “Spartan trial” looks like a bunch of guys standing on a hill pretending to be something they’re not. Let The Man Bring His Snacks.

eat the apple.

is this your first existential crisis or something what a loser lets all point and laugh

“One of you should be spared, the other shall’nt.” did you mean shant or was that a choice-

yall gonna get called out for talking shut UP

“sorry if this is too personal, btw. are you okay?”

me, confused and half understanding what’s going on and also needing to sleep cause its almost one in the morning but wanting to finish what i can find of lucids which i only starting watching cause i saw an animatic of ranboo and dream w audio from it: i don’t know anymore

“i just want my life back... i was gonna get married-” AREN’T YOU LIKE SEVEN-

ay man if this is a sacrificial cult yall gotta get daniel-

UPDATE: I  H A V E  N O T  F O U N D  I T -

“oliver”

I  F O U N D   I  T -

WHICH ONE IS QUINN?? WHO’S JASPER???? WHICH ONE IS BENJAMIN???? I THOUGH BENJAMIN WAS SEVEN BUT I THOUGHT HE WAS THE ONE GETTING MARRIED WHAT-

oliver. eat the apple.

“Can you still have memories even when you’re dreaming?” One time I woke up to my alarm and fell back asleep and in my dream I remembered that I had class in a few minutes and my dream self woke my real self up so fast I thought I was gonna get whiplash. Anyways, I was late to class bc of my computer but that doesn’t matter.

NOPE I FOUND IT. HERE’S THE AUDIO. THE ANIMATIC ONE. FINALLY.

im thinking car crash. but also maybe murder. but also maybe both? is it raining or was he drowning? is he in a coma? hmmmmmm?

wait olivers the one with the apple does that mean he’s the one dreaming? is the ending gonna be him and jasper (quinn? idk) fighting against ben and mrs hills about jasper eating the apple to save oliver from the dream? hmmmmmmmmmm-

waitwaitwait i thought oliver was 7 how is benjamin 7 years younger than him if they look the same age what what what explain america explain what you mean arkansaw-

are the cuts on his nose plot-relevant or

“What if you hadn’t been driving?” So I was right about the car accident but Mrs. Hills still said he was seven so did i mishear her say that BENJAMIN was seven? but even then oliver would be 14 and that would still be illegal-

“How are you feeling?”

“Like you’re a pretty bad therapist.”

mood

“--it makes it all bearable to have power over the stories we write in our heads” that’s why i write fanfiction

HE’S GOT THE NOTEBOOK HE’S GONNA WRITE SOMETHING ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US

WHAT YOU MEAN AN EXPERIMENT THAT’S HIS NAME-

[upon reading the description] so i was right.

wait was that supposed to be the twist in part 2 about the apple in his pocket is that what the existential crisis was about i thought it was because he was introduced to the multiple worlds theory-

PART 4

wait wasnt the other one january 2018 why we going back to 2017-

appol

“--the future and the past all already exist” mhm yep figured this out long ago

there was simultaneously a point in time in which i hadn’t known about this, had been looking it up, had been watching it, and had been writing an ending to this post, and had been posting it the next morning before class. that time is both now and not now. Welcome To The Multiverse Theory or whatever its called-

“--my favorite scene of the movie is waking up next to you.” Mine is eating fast food as I listen to AJJ and play Minecraft. We are not the same.

Now I’m hungry but it’s 1 in the morning and i already put my retainer in god fu-

[reading description] what do you mean previously??? she did that in the first episode????????

[still on description] WHAT DO YOU MEAN WILL QUINN BITE THE APPLE AND GO TO BENJAMINS REALITY ISNT THIS OLIVERS REALITY AND HE HAS TO GET BEN TO BITE THE APPLE WHY IS APPLE CAPITALIZED IS THIS THE DOING OF THE FWEMBT

i should have watched the backstory i should have watched the backstory i should have watched the backstory i should have wa-

[description] oh ive been spelling quinn right the whole time nice

i hope she rejects you /j

WAIT BENJAMIN WAS THE ONE GETTING MARRIED TO ISABELLE

ISNT HE IN SECOND GRADE-

HE IS SEVEN YEARS OLD HOW IS HE GETTING MARRIED ARE THERE TWO BENJAMINS THAT WE’RE FOCUSING ON-

bro get out of the road ull get hit

how do you knOW WHICH ONE IS QUINN THEY ARE THE SAME PERSON-

so

wait

hills wants ben to feed quinn the apple bc in his mind, that will give hills and quinn a happy ending and she doesnt want ben to see the apple bc thats gonna mean ben will know that his reality isnt reality at all. so then oliver has to,,,, not let anyone eat his apple? he just has to wake up?

IS HILLS THE VILLAIN AFTER ALL ORRRRR

wait but if ben sees the apple wont he realize that his reality is wrong and his reality will change, making it so that hills doesnt get her son? or is there some time-based rule that says they’re only transported to the reality that the person believes at that moment? or is this another stab at the multiverse thing where an infinite amount of hills gets their happy endings while an infinite amount of hills doesnt and etc etc?

i should have watched the ba-

oooo dramatique

they’re in a time loop?

nope thats a new powerpoint

wait so theyre,,,, no-

wait-

nvm-

IS THE BEN WE KNOW AN ADULT GETTING MARRIED TO ISABELLE OR NOT-

“they were actually pretty nice” didnt they throw someone off a cliff-

oh so it got confusing THEN??? NOT BEFORE?????

“it all seemed so real.” is that Not the point of vivid REM sleep hallucinations-

is oliver gonna show ben the apple and ruin hills’ whole operation

WHO ARE ALEX AND RYAN-

“what’s 25-8″ bro dont do this to me-

yep hes gonna show the apple

ayyy the guy who stole karl jacobs jacket it back

the second hand embarrassment is back and I Hate It

all that happens in episode ONE??? bro get some better writers that is bad pacing

“it’s the best!” wait until season eight. no show has a good season eight.

quinn knows about the apple thing w the dreams and multiverse and realities dont he

YOU KILLED HIM

NOT KARL JACOBS NOOOOO HES ALREADY DIED ONCE

oliver is v relatable

wHaT iN tArNaTiOn-

lemme hear that explanaton again-

is bill cipher gonna show up? i hope bill cipher shows up. i miss gravity falls

“ah! a tree! ah! a tree! ah a tree!” moooooooood

did hills murder quinn

is your family the jasper cult

TOXXIICCCCCC get that lady out of your life quinn that is so toxic

“ ah! a tree! ah! a tree! ah a tree!  ah! a tree! ah! a tree! ah a tree!” mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’S THE END NO WHAT WHY NO

The Adventures of Benjamin and Oliver

he is Not Good

ope-

wait so ben is equal parts an adult AND a child?? okay that clears a lot up

I MEAN HE WAS RIGHT THO BEN U CAN’T REALLY ARGUE ON THAT-

ew get off the floor

butterfly effect, multiverse theory, memory decay, and your imagination ALL exist yall gonna ignore that cause you wanna be famous?

“We already know what the future looks like!”

aRe yOu sUrE aBoUt tHaT-

to add to the list of bad things: Cats (2019)

YA BOI THINKS IT’S NOT ALREADY FIFTY YEARS TOO LATE TO START FIGHTING CLIMATE CHANGE FFFFF

BINGO BABYYYY

get what what

what mapped-

awwwww he thinks THEY’RE creating the multiverse

you gonna dismiss the multiverse theory bc of something you created in your current reality? loooserrrrrr

ABUSE YOUR GODLIKE POWERS

she draggin that seven year old

a lot makes sense now why didnt i do this first-

Jasper

the food shortages-

bro that calculators like 90 bucks at walmart

imagine meeting a stranger and they know Everything about your life like that’s gotta be so weird

what’s even weirder is them telling you you’re the deity of a cult that sacrifices animals

THAT FOURTH WALL BREAK WAS-

KARL JACOBS IS DEAD NOOOOOO

ooohhh there’s context for that

OOOOHHHH THERE’S CONTEXT FOR THIS TOOOO

w h a t -

w  h  a  t  -

W   H   A   T   -

Conclusion:

it’s 2 in the morning and i need sleep but hOOOOO MY GODS THAT WAS GOOD IS IT OVER OR NOT IDK ANYMORE IM TIRED THAT WAS CRAZY I HOPE QUINN AND JASPER GO ON TO BE VERY GOOD FRIENDS, AND I HOPE BENJAMIN AND OLIVER STAY VERY GOOD FRIENDS AND I HOPE HILLS FINDS A THERAPIST WAS A LITTLE CONFUSING BUT I ENJOYED IT

if i dream about apples im suing /j /lh

[starlight-writes-stuff]

‘light me up’ chapter three : haribos

a/n : ayo 😎here’s chapter three of ‘light me up’ (3.5 k wc) ! again , another chapter that i’m super proud of , so pls dont hesitate to tell me what you think . also , i got a request (requests are always open !!) to do an nsfw alphabet for draco - these take a while to write , so there might be a slight delay before chapter four . okay , love yall , xoxoxox starlight

reblogs are always appreciated ! <3

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The common room was buzzing with noise and laughter as you pushed the heavy door open; everyone seemed to be looking forward to tomorrow's Quidditch match. The Gryffindor v. Slytherin matches were always especially intense.

You didn't know how to feel about the game. It's not like you were a part of the team, really- you were just a backup. You also knew that you were going to have to see Draco again, and you needed to shut down any and all emotion that came with that. Everything was even more complicated now that you’d seen Cedric again; you knew you should feel something. Some sort of sadness, or anger, or even relief. However, it seemed as if you’d sealed yourself off almost too perfectly; you couldn't feel a thing as you strolled over to your friends.

“How did that go?” Belle asked in a sweet, sympathetic voice. She pinched Rose’s arm as well, grabbing her attention.

You and Rose had been friends since early on in year 2, when she’d accidentally spilled her pumpkin juice on you. It had been a fast friendship from there; she was quick witted and sharp tongued and brutally honest, but a fiercely loyal friend. The three of you, Belle, Rose, and yourself had become an unbreakable trio since the, one rarely found without the others.

“It went alright. Cedric was really excited to hear that I made it on the team, though. You know, it was because of him that I even tried out.”

“I’m sure that made his day. He’s still proud of you, even if you aren't together. He’s a good guy, you know.” Rose said, blowing a piece of hair out of her eye. She’d cut her own bangs as the result of a bet a couple months ago- they looked great on her, like everything else did- but she complained about them constantly.

“Of course I know that. He still wants to try and be friends, and I think we’ll be able to. We were friends before we dated, anyway.” You forced a smile, knowing that you were lying. 

Belle sneakily took something out of her bag and her hand up to her lips, raising an eyebrow at you. Rose took something out of the plastic package, then tilted the top of the bag in your direction. Inside were a bag of gummies, but not ones that you recognised.

“What are these?” you asked her in a low voice, snaking your hand in the bag. Belle always seemed to have contraband foods. You took a couple of gummies out as she answered you, popping them in your mouth.

“I bring them from home. When I’m homesick, the taste takes me back for a bit,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.

Belle was muggle born on both sides, and loved her parents more than anything on the earth. Her mum, Linda, was a hairstylist, and her father, Alexander, was a chef for a fancy muggle restaurant. They were both completely supportive of their daughter, even if they didn’t quite understand who she was. Every year, before Belle came back to Hogwarts, her parents helped her pack up a trunk full of snacks from home. They were the ones who sent you and Rose christmas parcels, and had fought Dumbldore tooth and nail to let you stay with them over the holidays. The Brightstones were a kind family.

“They’re Haribos,” she said, watching you chew. They were good, fruity and chewy and sweet. You learned quickly that you were partial to the red ones, and found your hand making it’s way back to the satchel of bear-shaped candy. 

“Why are you feeling homesick?” you asked, remembering her earlier statement. Belle wasn’t anything like you in the way of not sharing her emotions- you’d once seen her having a deep heart-to-heart with one of the many paintings that lined the halls of Hogwarts. She was open and honest and vulnerable all the time, and wasn’t scared of her feelings; Belle always said that they made her stronger. You admired this about her, and you both knew it was one of the many reasons that you complimented each other so well.

Belle lowered her eyes to her lap, and a sad look took over her pretty face. “I don’t know. Sometimes I’ll smell a smell, and it takes me back to sitting at my dinner table, my dad bringing some dish out from the kitchen with a bright smile on his face. Or I see Rose’s braids, and it reminds me of my mum doing my hair the day we leave, before the train arrives. I just miss them a lot.”

You pulled her into your arms, running a hand down the length of her strawberry hair. “I’m sorry you’re missing home. I know it’s hard when you don’t have anything here to remind you of them, either. Have you been writing letters?”

“Yes. Mum tries to write at least once a week, but it’s not the same. It feels like Christmas is so far away,” she said, slumping into your shoulder.

“It’s not too far. It’s what, October? Only a month and a half. Plus, you have me, and Y/N. And Ron,” Rose said, poking her side. Belle’s cheeks pinked, and her frown twisted into a grin.

Ron and Belle had only been talking for a couple of weeks, but they were completely infatuated with each other. He walked her from class to class, and she snuck him her muggle sweets in the halls. They made each other happy, and you could tell she was feeling a little better just at the mention of his name. She had the sparkle in her eye that came with talking about him.

“He was really sweet, you know. He said he could tell that something was wrong, and he didn’t want me to be sad. He held my hand for the first time today.”

“Did he? That’s adorable.” You said, voice coming out only slightly monotone. You wanted to be happy for Belle- you wanted to let her talk all night and hope some of her joy rub off to you. 

She nodded, and flushed even darker, blood pooling in her cheeks. “All day, in between every class, and after dinner. I can’t wait to see him play tomorrow,” she mused, her tone dreamy. 

“I’m sure. I like the two of you together. He treats you almost as good as I do.”

You continued to talk with your group of friends until the fire was starting to dwindle, and everyone was yawning. From across the common room, you could hear Draco and his friends laughing about something, your heart picking up at the sound of his voice. This threw you; you’d felt nothing for the past few hours. You’d locked everything down. So what the hell was that? You berated yourself, smashing that little shard of hope into a million shiny pieces. You weren’t letting this happen. As Rose and Belle started to pack their things, you considered talking to them- telling them that you were doing it again. You zoned out completely, remembering what had happened last time.

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The last time this had happened was around six months into you and Cedric dating. The two of you had gotten into a brutal argument and hadn’t talked in days. Usually, things like that wouldn't have affected you- you’d just flip the switch and turn off your feelings. You couldn't do that this time, though. It was your fault that the two of you were fighting in the first place, and you knew it.

When Cedric had asked you about your plans for the holidays, you’d shut down almost immediately. For some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to tell him that you’d be staying here, far away from your family. He’d called you on your shit, though, telling you that you were blocking him out. You knew that you were, and you knew that it hurt him when you did. However, your family was the one thing that you refused to talk to anyone about. You kept it under lock and key, inside a safe, inside a storage unit in your brain; one that you’d long forgotten the keycode to. Family was an off limits topic.

The two of you had just let the fight escalate until you were standing in the courtyard furiously whispering back and forth while snow fell gently on your heads. You accused Cedric of pushing you too far, and he retorted with the fact that you were putting your walls up. You thought multiple times about stopping; apologizing for the snipes you’d been taking at him and explaining why you didn’t want to talk about it. But that meant being vulnerable, and you weren’t going to do that.

Of course, the minute that Cedric had left for home, you wished that you had. He was leaving for two weeks with the two of you on bad terms- you hadn’t spoken to each other in days besides the terse ‘goodbye’ you'd exchanged just before the Hogwarts Express had pulled away. You knew that you had two options: you could feel awful for the entirety of winter break, even worse than you usually did around Christmas, or you could just… choose not to feel it. Choose to not feel anything at all, really. The choice hadn’t been hard.

It hadn’t lasted long, though. Rose had noticed the way you were acting on day one; how your laugh seemed to be hollow, lost somewhere in the back of your throat. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen you like this, and it wouldn’t be the last. Both of your friends suspected that your knack for dissociating from your emotions had to do with why you wouldn’t talk about your home situation. They were right, of course, buy you’d never tell them that. That would involve an explanation; you knew the minute you started to tell them what exactly was wrong with you, all your coping systems, the walls you had so carefully built to lock your feelings away would crumble and you would break completely.

Rose had let you be until day 3 of break, when she’d shaken you awake just as the sun had started to come up. You’d reached out, blindly smacking whatever you could make contact with, but Rose was hellbent on waking you up. Once she’d wrestled you out of your pajamas and into the massive jumper that Belle’s parents had sent for Christmas you had grabbed one of her shoulders, stilling the short haired girl’s rapid movements. 

“Rose, what are we doing?”

She shook her head and opened her trunk, pulling out a smaller purse that she’d brought from home. She opened the leather bag, checking for something, and did a happy wiggle as she found whatever it was. “Don't worry about it. Put some shoes on.”

An hour later, the two of you were tucked in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, warming your hands around ceramic mugs. Rose had gone to the Weasley twins last night, and somehow managed to bargain her way into having Fred sneak the two of you into Hogsmeade. Rose had already ordered lunch for the two of you when she had nudged you with her knee, catching your attention.

“What's going on, Y/NN?”

You knew that Rose bringing you here wasn’t a coincidence, or some sort of Christmas cheer. You’d just hoped that she wouldn’t bring up the elephant in the room. Rose didn’t do that, though. She was a blunt, point blank kind of girl, and she always had been. Even though it came from a place of love, Rose could be sharper than she meant to be. However, when she asked you what was wrong, her voice was soft and sympathetic.

“I really don't want to talk about this,” you explained, your voice tightly measured. “Okay? Lets just have a good time.”

Rose seemed to consider this for a minute, then slowly shook her head. “No. You’re letting go again, and I need you here- Belle and I both need you here.”

The statement tore through you- the raw pain in her voice was palpable and seemed to become a presence of its own in the small upholstered booth. You took a deep breath, trying to remain unscathed, but all was lost when a single tear dropped from the corner of Rose’s eye. She took a beat to wipe the small drop away and compose her thoughts before she spoke again.

“I understand hard things, Y/NN. I know that sometimes running away is the easiest option- trust me. But you can’t keep doing this. Not to yourself, not to me and Belle, not to Cedric. We love you more than anything; you need to learn to accept that love. You can’t keep pushing us away.”

You and Rose had sat in that small booth in the back for hours as you’d explained to her what had happened with Cedric, how you didn’t know if you could fix it. She’d listened as you put into words how scared you were of your own emotions- how they made you weak, and afraid, and exposed to the world. Rose had held you as you’d cried for the first time in years, purging all the fear and pain and hesitation from your system; she’d inadvertently forced you to start feeling.

When Cedric returned around a week later, you'd practically pounced on him as he exited the train. You’d wrapped him up in your arms, murmuring in his ear how sorry you were. He was taken aback but overjoyed by this- it was the best welcome home you could’ve given. The two of you had spent the night together for the first time that night, and he’d kissed you until your lips were sore. You’d allowed yourself to feel every bit of it. 

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You zoned back in as Rose pinched your arm, hard. Both her and Belle wore confused, concerned expressions on their faces.

“What? Sorry. I was… spaced out. What’s up?”

The two girls looked at each other, then back at you. You knew that you’d chosen the worst time to lose yourself in your thoughts- they were both already worried. Finally, Belle gave you a small frown. “We’re going up to bed. Are you coming?”

The look on her face told you exactly what would happen if you followed the two girls upstairs- you’d be questioned, and you didn’t have the energy or mental capacity to lie. If you stayed down in the Common Room until they fell asleep, you wouldn't have to. In a split second decision, you shook your head. 

“I’m not tired yet. And I need to do my Dark Arts homework, anyway.” You tried your best to give them a convincing smile, but it didn't work. Both girls were obviously disappointed as they grabbed their things and took the stairs up and away from you. As you opened the thick textbook, you tried to tell yourself that you weren’t responsible for your friends emotions, that you were just doing what you needed to do for school. You were lying to yourself, but at least it was comforting.

You were halfway through your Dark Arts assignment when you heard footsteps coming up behind you. You figured it was Belle; she’d left one of her books lying on the table when she went to bed, and was likely coming to collect it. However, when you turned around, it was not Belle, or Rose, or anyone you would expect to come up and talk to you.

 You were met with a swish of platinum blonde hair and a pretty, pale skinned boy. You felt your cheeks heat up, and prayed it was too dark for Draco to notice as he hopped over the back of the couch you were sitting on, landing next to you.

“Hi.” he said, looking slightly embarrassed. “I was going to come talk to you earlier, but you were with your friends. I didn’t want to interrupt anything.”

“Oh. Hey,” you said, digging your nails into your palms. Draco was making it awfully hard for you to keep yourself in check. “What’s up?”

“Well, I just wanted to talk to you about tomorrow. Since it’s your first game on the team, and all.” 

You were simultaneously relieved and disappointed as the words left his mouth, and you carved your nails into your hand even harder. Of course he came to talk to you about Quidditch- what else would the two of you have to talk about? You would extinguish this flame you’d somehow developed for him, even if it meant you had to let people down in the process.

“Yeah, I was wondering how that goes. I know that I won’t play or anything, but-” 

Draco cut you off with a small laugh, and ran a hand through his hair, making it flop over his forehead. “It’s okay. That’s why I came over here- you don’t have to be nervous,” he explained, trying to ease you a bit. “It works a little differently for our back up players. You guys are welcome to sit in the stands, but you can also sit along the field, in case you’re needed quickly. Plus, you don’t have a uniform yet, so you can just wear whatever.”

You nodded at him, and took a handful of gummy candy. Belle had given you the remnants of the bag before you’d made her mad- she had plenty stashed away somewhere in the dormitories. You brought a hand up to your mouth and started to chew on the gummies, listening to Draco’s speech. It helped a bit; you could focus on the taste of the sweets, chewing and swallowing. You didn’t have to focus on him.

“Hey, what are those?” he asked, turning his head to the side to read the bag. 

You chewed quickly, and picked the bag up. “Belle gave them to me. They’re a muggle candy. Haribos.” As much as you wanted to keep to yourself, you also didn’t want to be rude to the boy. There was a fine balance between not allowing any feelings to permeate and being plain mean. You tilted the opening of the bag toward him hesitantly.

Draco looked slightly unnerved, but picked a couple out of the bag and threw them into his mouth. “Oh, wow,” he said, mouth full of candy, “those are good.”

The two of you talked about your new role for a little while longer, before Draco grinned at you, tipping more candy into his hand. “Are you excited for tomorrow?”

You didn’t know, but that didn’t seem like the right answer. “Yeah, of course.”

“It's going to be a good one,” Draco said, an evil smile painting his mouth. You tilted your head, and Draco started to explain.

“It’s no secret that Potter and I don't exactly get along” he mused, and his hatred for the boy was apparent just by the tone of Draco’s voice. “Anyway. Him and his mate Ron thought that it would be cute to play a little joke on me. It’s no big deal, though. I plan on driving him into the ground, as I always do.”

You swallowed hard, the look on his face sending shivers down your spine. All of a sudden, he looked like the dark, snarky asshole everyone painted him to be. This other side of him was oddly attractive.

“I’m sure that’ll be a sight,” you said, your voice coming out a little higher than usual.

“It usually is,” he said, a sly smirk on his lips. “You’ll be watching me, right?”

You felt yourself flush bright pink at the arch of his eyebrow, and when it became clear that Draco was waiting on an answer you nodded quickly. This seemed to please him, and you bit at the inside of your cheek. Clearly, trying to kill the flame that Draco had lit low in your belly wasn’t working in the slightest. You took a brief moment to wonder what would happen if you let it consume you, if you allowed yourself to go up in white-hot flames with him. But then you remembered the way you felt sitting in the Astronomy Tower, and you severed the thought in two. You’d rather go explain what was going on with you to Rose and Belle than to stay here, to let any sort of relationship start to bud.

Quickly, you flipped the conversation on its head- you weren’t doing this. You needed control, and you needed it now. “Shouldn’t you be going to bed, Draco? You need sleep if you want to beat Potter.”

Without giving him a chance to respond, you grabbed your bag from the floor and shouldered it, giving Draco one last look. The boy looked lost, but incredibly intrigued. Like he was trying to figure you out. Little did he know that no one had ever solved your puzzles, and no one ever would. 

“I’ll see you later, Malfoy.”

[neo-nymph]

NCT NSFW: KUN

Goddamnit I fucking love Kun :’)

A – Aftercare

May or may not know exactly what to do. He tries tho.

Another member I see being soft afterward and really just wants to cuddle more than anything. Doesn’t want you sleeping in a messy state so he gives you a warm bath. Takes off your make-up (if any of it survived), fixes your hair the best he can, moisturizes you skin, all that cute shit. Asks if you want anything else; water, a snack, cuddles, etc. If not he’ll just throw on the tv and hold you til you fall asleep

B – Body part

On you, maybe your hands. Not for any particular reason, he just likes playing with them randomly and feeling them on his chest when you hug him from behind.

Oh himself, probably him arms. They’re not too big, not too small. Just the perfect amount of definition.  

C – Cum

Pulls out purely so he can shoot his cum on your pussy. Literally rubs it around your lips like his dick is a paintbrush. I can see him being into creampies as well. Not really into having it anywhere else cause he’s not a fan of the mess.

D – Dirty Secret

Step-sibling porn; wouldn’t tell anyone cause he doesn’t wanna seem like a creep. This sounds so basic and common but I can see this being his go-to category.

E – Experience

Not a virgin but not super experienced. Likely slept with 2 maybe 3 women so he knows the basics but could still use some guidance.

F – Favorite Position

You riding him; his hands are gripping your hips and his eyes are glossing over every bit of you there is to see. He loves to lay underneath you as it gives him the perfect view of everything. Your pussy sliding up and down his slick length, your breasts bouncing and jiggling about, the expressions on your pleading face. It’s like he has a front row seat to the show you put on especially for him.

G – Goofy

He is leading up to the act. When your kissing and taking off clothes he’s probably a giggly mess smiling into his kisses and such. Leads a little bit into foreplay with some corny compliments to make you blush but not much past that point.

H – Hair

Trims when he has time cause he prefers it over a bush but doesn’t really make it a priority. Gets a clean shave on special occasions like valentines days or your anniversary just to be extra. Likes when you have a clean shave just cause he finds it cute and likes how smooth it feels on his face and lips but doesn’t ever actually ask you to shave.

I – Intimacy  

He’s a little awkward cause he doesn’t have a ton of experience but he really does try his best to make you feel good. Things get pretty steamy (literally, yall are both sweaty after). Very sensual with a lot of wandering hands and pants. Lots of open mouth kisses.

The type to believe sex is the most connected way of showing intimacy, so he tries his hardest to focus on making you feel good first, but sometimes he gets lost in how snug and tight you are around him. Whenever this happens he loses his sense of control and thrusts a bit harder than normal, eyes shut and jaw tight. All he can think about is how good you feel until you grab his wrist and pull him out of his fantasy. Then he’s back to focusing on you.

Non-sexual intimacy would mostly consist of back hugs and snuggles. You’ll be in the kitchen or the bathroom just doing whatever and he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his face in the warmth of your neck and leaving some gentle kisses. Other times will appear more nonchalant, like holding you close when you're watching a movie. It might not seem like much from someone else’s perspective, but to him, sitting there underneath blankets with his cheek being tickled by your hair, listening to your laughs with your head on his chest is where he feels most in love with you.

J – Jack-Off

Not too often, just as much as anyone else I feel. Possibly more just cause sometimes he doesn’t wanna ask you to help him out if the mood isn’t right. Like if it’s cold out and you’re cuddling while watching a cute movie he’ll excuse himself to the bathroom cause he doesn’t wanna ruin such an adorable moment.

Gets off to common porn, like step-siblings, college girls, solo girls, etc. Mostly goes for videos of you on his phone tho.

K – Kink

Light BDSM. Tying your hands behind you or using something to gag you. Likes hearing your moans muffled and watching you struggle with your arms bind from use, especially when you ride him. It gives him that little bit of control and confidence he needs to get a little bolder and more rough.

L – Limits

Kun is curious but not that adventurous. He’d go along with some of the more basic thrills, not too far past the line of vanilla, but I don’t think he’d be willing to do anything crazier than some roleplay and light bdsm.

M – Motivation (Turn-On)

Sexting in public. Doesn’t matter if you’re in the same room or on opposite sides of the planet. If you send him risky photos with disregard to the fact that he��s in a meeting he gets fired up in less than a minute. He won’t even try to stop you, he encourages you in fact. The risk and taboo of the situation, watching videos of you with your hands in your panties across the table from his boss, demanding you show him just a little bit more, send thrills down his spine like nothing else.  

N – NO (Turn-Off)

Being called Daddy. Outside of the bedroom he’ll laugh at it and throw you a scolding look but he’s not all that into it in a sexual light at all.  

O – Oral

Giving: Soft and gentle. Put your thighs over his shoulders, holds one of your hands while the other plays with your boob. Starts with fat licks just to taste you and warm things up, squeezing your boob in this hand. Then moves on to flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue and sucking on it A LOT. He’s not sure what else to try, but your moaning at his actions spurs him on to continue what he’s doing. Abandons your boob to toy with your clit until you cum but holds your hand the whole time

Receiving: Not sure what to do with his hands. Kinda pets your hair and just watches you with half closed eyes. Might hold your hair out of the way but does it real loose and gentle. Lots of little pants, trying not to be too loud. Groans when he starts getting close and trips over his words when trying to tell you he’s close. Tries not to buck his hips and make you gag but fails. Doesn’t mind if you choose to spit or swallow.  

P – Place

9/10 it’s in the bedroom. Too nervous to do it anywhere that isn’t the dorm or your place. You could maybe persuade him to let you give him a blow job in the bathroom of a public place but he’ll be on edge the whole time.

As for in the house, shower sex occurs every now and then when one of you is feeling frisky or spontaneous. Also on the couch, when you two are home alone; say a sexy scene comes on during a movie, or your ass just feels too perfect on his lap and he can’t wait long enough to get you into the bedroom. 

Q – Quickie  

Not too often. Only in some risky situations that you drag him into if you get him really riled up. *See risk for further explanation*

R – Risk  

The riskiest thing he’ll do it the sexting/watching your videos in public and jacking off in the bathroom as a result. He’ll never be the one to initiate it, but he can’t resist you enough to say no if you want to get dirty in the dorms while the members are home, or blow him in an empty studio or conference room at SM. If he’s super horny or frustrated tho he’ll have a quickie with you in the studio/conference room.

S – Stamina

Maybe 2 rounds

T – Toys  

He’d wear a cock ring if you asked but nothing other than that

U – Unfair [Teasing/Being teased]

Kun isn’t one to tease simply cause he’s not that into the whole begging thing. You could get away with teasing him tho. He hates it when you drag your nails along his length, teasing his tip with the light swipe of your tongue and a peck of your lips, pulling him further and further to the edge just to leave him in agony. Doesn’t have it in him to kill your fun or whip that evil little grin off your face tho. He’ll plead for you to stop with a sad laugh but doesn’t really put forth any effort for you to stop. Once you’re done tho you can bet he’s gonna get more than just a little rough

V – Volume  

Pretty quiet. Doesn’t make a ton of noise other than some loud-ish pants and grunts. Doesn’t talk much either, maybe an “oh god” here and there.

W – Wild Card [Author’s Choice]

I feel like he’s low key a perv.

Wouldn’t be surprised if he’s passing the bathroom one day while your changing with the door cracked open and he stops to watch you and jacks off without you knowing. If he comes home and hears you masturbating you can bet he’s gonna watch you from the door and rub himself until you’re done.

Probably has a folder of NSFW photos and videos of you in his phone for when you guys are apart. Really into you sending him naughty photos and videos of yourself.

X – X-Ray [Dick Size]

Like 5 or 6 inches. Reasonably thick, not too much of a stretch but it’s there.

Y – Yearning [Sex Drive]

Not crazy. Sex happens like 2-3 times a week. Even when he’s on tour he doesn’t get urges very often. Probably only when you send him something scandalous.

Z – Zzz [After Sex]

Honestly I don’t think he’ll be sleepy after unless it’s late at night. He’ll probably be up for a while afterward but doesn’t really have the energy to do anything other than watch a movie. He’ll fall asleep 1 or 2 hours later.

[richukisbb]

hc on how the boys act in the cinemas with their gf

OOOF WHO THE FUCK SENT THIS BECAUSE MY FEELS ARE ALL OVER!!!

Richard:

Let’s say it’s just date night between him and you, he can’t keep his hands off you

“stop that!” you hiss, feeling his hand ride up under your skirt.

“Are you really watching?”

“I’m watching anything with Dwayne the Rock Johnson, now shush!”

BUT IMAGINE BRINGING AALIYAH ALONG FOR THE MOVIES!

CUTEST FUCKING ASDFGHJKL;

So maybe you’re about to watch the live-action Lion King

And you know Richard is our big bad soft daddy

buYS YOU AND AALIYAH WHATEVER YOU WANT AT THE CONCESSION STANDS

She’s clearly sat between you two and your heart is glowing because, when you look over they’re both munching on popcorn and taking a sip of their drinks at the same time like they planned it

so when Mufasa dies, Aaliyah starts to tear up and lifts the armrest that separates you and cuddles into your side 😔✊🏼

You wrap an arm around her and reassure her everything will be alright. But you look over and RichARD IS ALSO CRYING!!! LITERALLY FAT TEARS ROLLING DOWN HIS CHEEK.

He wipes his tears and looks down at you holding Aaliyah and HE wANTS IN ON THAT

So he quickly crosses over to the empty seat on your other side and now you’re in the middle, arms draped over two teary-eyed Camachos.

W O W DON’T TOUCH ME UNLESS YOU’RE RICHARD CAMACHO

Erick:

THE CUTEST MOVIE DATE HONESTLY

You both would get creative when sneaking in snacks. 

You stuffed a half hollow spherical ball under your sweatshirt

iT LOOKS LIKE YOURE PREGNANT BUT REALLY YALL JUST HAVE ALL THE GOOD SNACKS.

Then when the lights dim, you start to unpack everything from your hidden belly.

“Aye, nena. Did we forget the Skittles?”

You pull them out from your bra, “Does it look like I’d forget the skittles?”

He pecks your cheek 🥰

YOURE BLUSHING BECASE AWWWW ERICK 

I feel like he’d wanna watch a cartoon or something silly. Like Dora and the Lost City of Gold or Angry Birds 2.

Love him but I think he’s someone who’d talk during movies…

“Wait, wait. So Boots talks?” He’ll ask, v focused on the film while popping a skittle in his mouth. 

“You know why they call her Dora? because she’s an EXPLORADORA!” 

He’s so happy he figured that out. 

“If you were an angry bird, you’d be the red one. An OG pájaro enojado.” he nods.

“Erick!” You snap your head and feed him more popcorn to get him to shut up. 

Chris: 

THIS MAN WOULD BE LIKE “Tengo una sorpresa.”

And we’re all a little sus of his surprises ya know?

A SURPRISE TO CHRIS WOULD BE TAKING YOU TO SEE SOME SCARY SHIT

He knows what he’s doing…

Takes you to see Scary Stories to Tell In the Dark

That book fucked up my childhood 

You stand outside the theater and read the name of the movie.

“Absolutely N O T.” Crossing your arms. 

“C’mon baby. You’re not scared are you?”

You smack his shoulder, “What kinda question is that? Of course I am.”

“I’ll buy you anything you want from the snack station.”

“Fine.”

A stupid jumpscare causes you to jolt and a few popcorns fall out of the bucket.

You mutter curse words under your breath, collecting them off your shirt and popping them into your mouth.

Looking over, you see your boyfriend holding the collar of his sweater up to his nose and then ducking under it

wait

what??

iS CHRISTOPHER VELEZ, comose dice… S C A R E D??

HE FUCKING DESERVES IT!!

But also he’s your soft boi.

You lean over to him and hold out your hand, “You okay?”

He places his hand in yours and interlaces your fingers, bringing a kiss to your hand, “I am now.” 😍😍😍

Zabdiel:

He honestly doesn’t care what movie you want to see. 

zabdiel just wants you to be happy.

So you choose Spider-Man

Barely fifteen minutes into the film 

AND HIS ASS IS FALLING ASLEEP.

His head falls onto your shoulder, tryna get into a more comfortable position.

But you wiggle and it causes him to stir.

He gives you a sheepish grin, “lo siento.”

BACK TO THE MOVIE

His long limbs stretch out as he sinks deeper into his seat.

oh no… you know exactly what’s happening when he does this.

MAYBE ANOTHER HALF HOUR AND HIS ASS IS KNOCKED OUT.

You elbow him, “Ey, you’re missing the best part.”

“Nena. Te amo, 3000. But please let me sleep.” He cuddles you. 😴 

Joel:

I feel like he’d pick something historical fiction or dramatic 

bc ya know, our boy relates

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood or Yesterday

He’s probably the best at the cinemas out of all the boys

Buys the popcorn, gets the seats in advance!!! THE RECLINING SEATS TOO AND ALWAYS THE MIDDLe SEATS

You get there in time for previews too

HE WAITS FOR HIS COMMENTARY UNTIL AFTER THE MOVIE 😌

The only thing I could see happening is you making one too many gasps or asking rhetorical questions and he lowkey gets peeved.

Like “Babe, i love you but tryna watch” 

You grumble incoherent sentences “wasn’t even talking to u 😒😒😒…”

He knows you’re grumpy so he buys you a big slurpee after the movie

he rants to you and then on twitter about how transformative and imperative the Beatles are to modern music.

like wow Joel

Talk dirty to me please.

Probably also touches upon the injustices women face in Hollywood and how we need to be better allies

THANK YOU FOR THIS!! IT WAS SO CUTE 💕🥰

[thebetterjonesboy]

Rules: Tag 15 people you want to get to know better!

I was tagged by: @sweetfogarty um thank u i CRIED i cant believe any1 wants 2 kno more abt me welcome 2 my tedtalk

Relationship status: singlè Favourite colours: black but im also a bitch 4 aesthetics so i also love a nice yellow, a lavender, a dusty soft rose, u kno?  Lipstick or chapstick: it depends on the mood. im a lipgloss-ass bitch all day everyday. it’s my go 2. but before bed and when im sick or goin 2 class we luv a nice chapstick. if im finna do a makeup look but need 2 look like im capable of pretending im responsible and able to adult and have my life together we love a red or orange lipstick. iff we have a day 2 day makeup look we love a neutral rose lipstick or a gloss. Three favourite foods: i forget to eat most days but i love a good salty snack eg chips cheezits crackers pirates booty u kno and i love breakfast foods at literally any hour of the day Song stuck in my head: nfwmb by hozier ugh its a bop i love a depressing melodramatic but like a lil rockin banger Last song I listened to: big exit by pj harvey bc i lov the wholeass album that song is off of but that song is a fuckin JAM Last movie I watched: uhhhhhhhh hmmmm fuck dude idk i don’t watch many movies i think oh OH MY GOD IT WAS A MOVIE FFOR MY CLASS IN COLLEGE THE OTHER WEEK IT WAS ANDREI RUBLEV BY ANDREI TARKOVSKY YALL THAT MOVIE IS 3 HOURS LONG LMFAO AHGFHCN ITS A 1966 RUSSIAN FILM YOU GUYS 3 HOURS OF WATCHING SCREENCAPS WE HAD TO TAKE AN HOUR LUNCH BREAK HALF WAY THROUGH THE FILM HAHAHAHA Time: 18:07pm (im from america but my times are on military time idk why lmfao) Top three shows: daria, uhhhhh sum foodnetwork shows, sum old cartoons, idk it depends on my mood i like sum history channel shows, does buzzfeed unsolved count bc i watch that religiously Books I’m currently reading: i’m in college and working do u think im out here reading for fun? nice TRY Last thing I googled: “black low heel slingback” bc those nude chanel slingbacks w the black capped toe are cute as fuck but i make minimum wage i cannot afford chanel also i wanted all black ones so How many blankets do you sleep with: only my duvet bc anything other than that i end up kicking down to the foot of the bed bc i toss and turn a lot so i gave up Dream trip: scotland. or to go back to dublin ireland Anything you really want: mental stability lmfao im a depressed-ass bitch im really slippin back into a wicked deep depression again life sux when u have chronic depression ad(h)d and an anxiety disorder but atleast my sense of dark humor and selff deprecating humor is trendy (;

I tag: um idk tagging people gives me anxiety bc i dont have any like friends on here like i dont have any bff mutuals that we like send fun asks and talk everyday and stuff so uh im jus tagging a few of the accounts i follow via my main (bc this is a sideblog) and like check up on regularly @sweetpeas-serpentprincess @sweetpeasbabydoll @southsidepea @yaboisweetpea @riverandale @castawaysweetpea

[edgewaterfarmcsa]

CSA WEEK 11

- P I C K L I S T -

CHERRY TOMATOES - SHISHITO PEPPERS - SCALLIONS - GARLIC - MELON - 

THYME - TULSI - ARUGULA - HABANERO - CARROT - LEMON CUKE - CORN

I’m going to go through the farm update in bullet points because I’m pooped and I’m fairly certain this is the best move for my current condition: Late August jello brain. 

Fall CSA plans are currently in the works!  Stay tuned for more info on that- expect an email in the coming weeks- and when posted, sign up ASAP if you want to continue to party with us until Thanksgiving.  

Ok, I think we’ve all learned the weekly pattern- 3 days of insane heat followed by 3 days of damp conditions.  It’s become a huge nuisance of when to do what and how to keep crops happy.  That said, our melons and cherry tomatoes LOVE the heat. Eggplant supply is slowly getting better, and there are a good amount of peppers in the field.  However we are ALL waiting for them to sweeten up and turn from green to red, yellow, orange, etc…

I survived the first CSA week without sidekick Kayleigh.  Deep exhales here.  

Oh and something I’ve been meaning to bring up:  Just In case every week you go pick up your share and are constantly disappointed by the lack of dill and cilantro- I want you to know that I feel ya on this.  Our first cilantro and dill crop got eaten by weeds, and our second just continues to putter through life, never really taking on much growth.  I’m constantly visiting the current cilantro/dill planting and eyeing it up for new life, but goodness it is not loving its current home.  If you are looking to make salsa, etc and are need of cilantro to do so- i might suggest reaching out to another farm.  Sorry yall, sometimes crops just fail and it’s a total bummer.

For those entering into pack-school-lunch season, this box is for you!! School lunches made so easy with cherry tomatoes! Carrot sticks! Cut up melon! The kids will go nuts… or they will come home begging for dunk-a-roos and pudding snacks but hot damn we try!

PRO TIPS:

TULSI:  Yall have alot of cherry tomatoes to get through and process, so I would recommend brewing your tulsi tea now (with honey to taste)- cool it down in the fridge and drink often over ice as the temps rise over the next few days.  Add some mint sprigs and you will have the ultimate relaxing cool down.  Completely necessary bevvy as we continue to get deeper into tomato processing time- it’s a work out!  

TIME: 3 HOURS:  I know what you’re going to say: “You want me to turn on my oven in the middle of the summer for three freakin’ hours? Are you insane?” And all I can say is, well, yes, but also the oven is so low that I swear it won’t heat up your apartment in any noticeable or annoying way.

Cherry, grape or small Roma tomatoes

Whole cloves of garlic, unpeeled

Olive oil

Herbs such as thyme or rosemary (optional)

Preheat oven to 225°F. Halve each cherry or grape tomato crosswise, or Roma tomato lengthwise and arrange on a parchment-lined baking sheet along with the cloves of garlic. Drizzle with olive oil, just enough to make the tomatoes glisten. Sprinkle herbs on, if you are using them, and salt and pepper, though go easily on these because the finished product will be so flavorful you’ll need very little to help it along.

Bake the tomatoes in the oven for about 3 hours. You want the tomatoes to be shriveled and dry, but with a little juice left inside–this could take more or less time depending on the size of your tomatoes.

Either use them right away or let them cool, cover them with some extra olive oil and keep them in the fridge for the best summer condiment, ever. And for snacking.

The sunday/monday meal:  Roy (and much of our other crew) comes North from Jamaica to farm with us from May-November and has found ways to keep Jamaican flavors going up here in rural NH.  For example the staple meal, rice and peas aka Sunday/Monday.  A part of Roy’s Sunday ritual is to make food for the week.  He calls it his Sunday/Monday. Sunday/Monday is rice and peas which is essentially the most delicious rice and beans.  We went over the recipe this week while picking thyme and then I hit the internet for a writeup and low and behold, brooklynactivemama.com provides:

1/2 cup dark red kidney beans (dry)

1 1/2 cups coconut milk

1 scotch bonnet pepper/ OR HABANERO!!  Sadly not as fruity as a scotch bonnet but a great substitute nonetheless

3 garlic cloves

1 teaspoon salt

3 sprigs thyme

2 cups Jasmine rice

1/4 teaspoon ground allspice

3 scallions

2 cups water

Soak the peas (aka red kidney beans) in a bowl with the water for 24 hours, if you don't have that kind of time soak for at least 2 hours.

Chop the Scallion & Garlic

Once the peas are properly soaked (they will likely plump and absorb a lot of the water) place the peas and the water in a saucepan.

Fill the pot with additional water if needed--the water should be about 2 inches over the peas. Bring to a boil.

Add the garlic, scallions, & thyme. Add the salt & allspice. Add a full scotch bonnet (habanero) pepper (do NOT slice, put it in WHOLE).

Cook for 20 minutes. (Peas may cook quicker depending on how long you soaked them)

Continually add cool water as needed to make sure that the peas don't burn. Watch closely! You know that the peas are cooked when you can break the peas in half easily with a fork.

Remove and discard the scotch bonnet pepper. Add the coconut milk and the uncooked rice. Stir throughly.

Important: There should only be about a half an inch of liquid above the peas and rice. Turn stove down to medium/low and stir (I use a wooden spoon to make sure no rice sticks to the bottom) every 5-7 minutes until cooked.

In about 30 minutes you will have fluffy and yummy rice and peas!

A lot of folks ask if they can do this recipe with canned beans, I wouldn't recommend this as it increases the water content substantially.

GRILL!! YALL.  Shmear your shishitos with olive oil - toss them on a grill- cook until blistered, sprinkle with salt, and devour immediately.  While you're at it- if you haven't eaten your scallions from last week and you are feeling overwhelmed by this allium- add this to your bucket of shmearing oil and toss on grill.  YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED.  

[gohyuck]

Sleepovers with NCT Dream

anon asked: Am I allowed to request sleepover/slumber parties with NCT Dream? Just somethin cute n fluffy

okay so i’m not sure if this is like each individual member or with the group as a whole so i did...both? 

uh for each of them the other members aren’t present because just...assume that the specific member kicked them out for the night or they dont wanna bother member/reader haha

under the cut

mark

“fight me mark lee”

you regret the words like...as soon as they leave you because the moment you finish your sentence you get a face full of pillow

youd forgotten your clothes in the excitement of being able to sleepover at your boyfriend’s so long story short you’re decked out in one of his thinner t-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants

moments before disaster (aka The Pillow) struck you’d been chilling out on the couch and you both were pigging out just watching tv or something 

then mark decided to s t e a l a c h i p f r o m y o u r b o w l 

you couldn’t just TAKE THAT 

so yeah you mouth off and then get pillowed in the face and after the initial shock wears off you kinda just calmly get up and walk slowly towards the kitchen counter to put your food away so it doesnt spill

all the while mark is shaking in his boots the fear is BUILDING

because hes going over the scenarios of what you might do next in his head he doesnt notice you discretely picking up a pillow

he does feel it tho when you hit him upside the head with it

W A R ensues its like... Armageddon 

until you pin mark down because hes laughing way too hard to fight back

“cry uncle” “NEVER” tickles him once “uNCLE”

he calls for a truce and you give him one with a warning about stealing food and hes like ok fine ill get my own chips next time and you guys resume watching the movie

his arms around you and youre just using him as a headrest/backrest and its overall a really soft time tbh

mark is really comfortable tbh

and you guys have been dating for a while (dream’s parents) so it’s just like a normal date, practically

its just really chill like you guys dont do much other than marathon movies and pillow fight and pig out 

and make small talk 

and steal kisses

playing random games like ispy or something just seems like a mark thing

planning future hang outs and dates lol

“hey on our next date im taking you out to dinner” “and a movie” “you bet” “mark i was kiddi-” “its my treat”

it gets late fast though (time flies when you’re having fun) and you notice this and look over to say that maybe you guys should sleep only to find your bf knocked out on the other side of the couch

again

you cant help but smile at the sight

he’s so overworked, you don’t have the heart to wake him up

instead you turn off the tv, put up all the foodstuffs and clean the area quickly, put the pillows up and lay a pillow out on the ground by the couch and find a blanket and then turn off the lights before lying down

when mark wakes up the next morning he wakes up before you and sighs before stepping over you lightly to brush and stuff and to pour cereal for the two of you (hes not even going to TRY to cook)

once you wake up hes like “why didnt you wake me i wouldve taken the floor” and youre just like “yeah thats why i didnt wake you” and he just shakes his head because he cant argue with you and honestly hes

kinda touched, just a little

you have to leave all too soon but you dont go before getting a goodbye kiss and a promise to have another sleepover very soon

just....soft..soft times

renjun

board game central

hes just 

head in the game lolol (dont kill me for that joke)

monopoly? clue? sorry? you name it he’s got it like...this boy doesn’t play when it comes to board games

no pun intended

the first half of the night is just you guys playing random board games as best you can with just two people

and then he brings out the chess board

that’s when it gets bumpin tbh

by bumpin i mean you and your boyfriend nearly wring each others throats during the match...but with your minds...because neither of you are speaking you’re THAT concentrated

it’s.....2 hours long

and in the end you guys have to call a draw and like you sit back and just stare at each other blinking and eventually renjun speaks

and his voice is hoarse because neither of you have spoken in a while and the first thing he says (very matter-of-factly, too) is “i’m going to flip the board now”

and you just go “go ahead” hoarsely as well because you’re just in mild shock that nobody won that intense ass match

he flips the board and looks up and stares at you and you stare back and suddenly the two of you are crying of laughter like

majorly uncontrollable you’re just rolling on the floor wheezing 

after you both calm down renjun goes to the kitchen to find something to eat and he’s like “it’s 1 in the morning oh my god we haven’t even eaten dinner what the heck” and that sends you into another fit of laughter

“wait but we still have to have like a pillow fight and watch dumb romcoms and horrors and stuff we have so much to do and so little time” “renjun we don’t have to do all the cliche sleepover stuff” “ok but consider this: itll be fun” “its like ass thirty in the morning though/??” “are you saying we cant do it because if so now we HAVE to do it” “...you get the pillows i’ll get the popcorn put the worst movie you can find into the dvd player”

after a few movies its like 5: 30 am and the two of you are still awake

“are you still up” “no are you” “no”

neither of you wants to be the first to fall asleep

competitive couple af

you guys start a two person game of truth or dare and it ends up getting mushy because for a truth renjun asks you like how you knew you wanted to date him

and you get serious and stuff (which he didn’t foresee he expected an answer like “well you look like moomin and like....i love moomin”) and you come at him with like “when i started noticing that your eyes sparkle when you sing and just how happy you make other people and how you love what you do and how-”

he attacks you with a massive hug because oh my god you’re so sweet he’s getting a cavity 

“i like you a lot, you know”  “i’d hope so i just ate like 90% of your snack stash renjun”  “i take that back”

you guys are still awake when mark comes back to the dorm

when he gets out of the shower, however, is a different story - you and renjun are dead asleep while sitting on the couch, awkwardly wrapped around each other

a photoshoot courtesy of mark’s phone camera ensues

(mark goes to sleep to ice cubes in his pillow that night, courtesy of you and renjun)

jeno

king of planning 

like he mentally knows everything that can and will go wrong and stuff and knows where the extra pillows and blankets are and is aware of what you’re gonna wanna do and just...he Knows

the first thing you guys do when you get to the dorm is bake brownies 

he makes sure to take videos of the whole process and send them to the other members

jeno: guess what yall are missing out on ;) jisung: i hate this family

the kind of bf to try to feed you the brownies and get the food literally everywhere but your mouth

for as put together as he is you guys end up having brownies and ice cream for dinner lol neither of you can be bothered to cook dinner

“babe should we order out” “i mean you can if you want to” “...but jenoooo that means getting up and getting to my phone” “that’s what i thought”

has a cache of games and movies and shows 

“take your pick”

you guys end up playing random card games like ERS or blackjack for a while 

it honestly is never boring tho because you and jeno are just so comfortable with each other every moment is great no matter what you’re doing

i feel like jeno’s the kind of guy to call his SO a bunch of cute nicknames like he just wants you to know how cute he thinks you are and he does that thru nicknames

“love...” “babe...” “sweetheart...”

after a while though you run out of card games to play and jeno’s about to suggest watching something on tv when he sees your expression

“...what’s on your mind” “...we could mess with your members a little...” “prank calls?” “you know me so well”

within an hour the two of you have convinced yuta that aliens are real and can use cellphones and gotten taeyong to believe that “swag” is a polish swear word and that donghyuck needs to be punished whenever he says it

and jaemin thinks he’s being relentlessly contacted by clowns from a circus in the next town over who think that he’s stolen their tiny car

you guys pass more time just talking and stuff 

and putting on songs and dancing to them it’s Good Fun

he makes you take his bed and sleeps on the floor in a sleeping bag 

you feel awful about it though so when you’re sure he asleep you go find the other sleeping bag and take your pillow and sleep beside him on the floor

he’s super shook when he wakes up but when he realizes that you didn’t want him to be lonely on the floor his smile is as bright as the sun

texts his friends for help on how to cook a nice breakfast

jeno: yo does anyone know how to make breakfast haechan: yeah jeno: cool what are the directions haechan: i didn’t say i’d give them to you

by this time you’re awake and just like “ok let me handle breakfast” 

the two of you just end up eating plain rice and eggs (because you aren’t confident in your kitchen skills) and giggling over the crappy pictures you’re taking of each other eating 

all in all the perfect date/sleepover

haechan

the moment you walk in the first thing that happens is that haechan pulls you into a hug

the second thing that happens is he holds you at an arm’s length, looks you straight in the eyes, and goes “we have to make a pillow fort”

you 100% agree it’s a necessity 

after putting your bag down on the kitchen he basically drags you to the living room 

the couch gets pushed back against the wall, the coffee table is moved to the side and chairs are moved back so there’s just a big floorspace directly in front of the tv 

“let’s use four chairs as like pillars to hold up the blankets and bring all our food, phones, everything in so we don’t have to leave the fort the whole night” “i like the way you think.. we should go out some time, get to know each other better” “hyuck we’re dating”

i feel like haechan’s the type to be reserved with pda and stick to handholding (only sometimes, even then) because he’s embarrassed around the other members because they like teasing y’all

BUT when you guys are alone he’s totally different 

like after the fort is finished and there are blankets above your heads and you’re both changed into makeshift pjs (just shorts and shirts tbh) and theres pillows around the fort’s perimeter and the tv is on he’ll like

grab whatever you’re currently eating and hold it up and whenever you lean over to reach it he’ll just lean back or move it just out of your reach again

“give it backkkk” “only if you kiss me” “...honestly i was going to do that anyways but now that you’re asking i don’t want to”

leaning into him and him closing his eyes because he expects a kiss and his arm naturally lowering lolol you grab the food and move back without even a peck on the cheek

a pouty haechan emerges

he wont talk to you again unless you kiss him and youre like ugh this big baby

but you dont wanna spend the whole night conversationless so you comply and he pulls you in

suddenly yall are rolling around in the fort laughing and having a play fight just cute af tbh

“hey hyuck we have approximately 9 hours before the other guys come back and i have to go and we have to sleep sometime so we basically have 3 hours to pull some amazing prank” “not to worry, sweetheart - i already have an idea”

and thats when you two set about to turn literally everything upside down in everyone’s rooms 

it takes forever because he puts music on while you guys are working and you both end up ballroom dancing to michael jackson

once its done neither of you can breathe from laughing so hard 

he makes a really quick dinner and the two of you eat it in the fort

while trading stories from the past couple weeks

“so you’re telling me she just...drank the entire cup of coffee after pouring two monster energies into it” “yeah she straight up chugged it i was in AWE”

all of this is done facing each other while holding hands on one side and eating with the other

“hey is that my shirt” “might be? i just found it in my drawers” “it’s definitely mine” “no wonder it’s so soft”

you guys fall asleep really late (or early, depending on how you look at it) because you spend so much time just TALKING

there’s 80s movies playing on the tv in the background

you fall asleep on your pillow but wake up like sideways using haechan’s chest as a footrest or something just...weird sleep position couple

the two of you wake up to confused exclamations from the other members

“hey maybe we should eat breakfast somewhere else so they don’t kill us for the upside downness” “get your keys i’ll grab money” 

jaemin

buys a telescope just for your sleepover

“what’s the point of having a roof if you can’t climb on top of it and stargaze”

has you go up the stairs to the roof first so he can keep a steady hand on your back since the stairs are narrow

you guys have to make like three trips up and down from the roof before settling down

the first trip you guys set the telescope and blankets up and you go down because you need to go back and bring the food up

the second time is because you have to bring pillows up

the third time is because jaemin forgets his phone oops

its still kind of light out when you guys get up on the roof so you pass time by taking selfies and talking and stuff

its cold af outside and youre freezing despite your jacket so jaemin bundles the both of you up in a blanket (or 4) 

“so the best time to watch the meteor shower is between midnight and dawn but we can just look at other cool spacey stuff before then” “why would i look at other stars when the brightest star is right in front of me” “that’s the cheesiest thing i’ve ever heard i’m breaking up with you” “aw jaemin you know you love me”

you have to stop him from trying to eat what is essentially just a whole bunch of tomatoes in rice paper in one bite

jaemin forgets to bring games up to the roof and hes too lazy to go downstairs and get anything

youre not bored anyways tho

once it gets darker you guys start pointing out some cool stars and constellations

“babe it’s orion’s belt” “nana look at that star, it looks so bright!” “almost as bright as you” “i already said that about you earlier, try again”

play fighting over the telescope

he lets you look first though

when the meteor shower starts you’re both in serious awe

“can you believe that we’re so small and just..tiny and pliable and insignificant in this universe and there are huge things like meteors just streaking through this vast space of nothingness and just wow” “i’m just glad i exist at the same time as you” “jaemin that’s...that’s not even corny or anything that’s just super cute i can’t even make fun of you for it” “it’s true, though”

both of you forget to take videos of the shower

because you’re just enthralled with the fact that the literal sky is like...on fire and shit

jaemin the type to press chaste kisses to your cheek and pull you ever closer to him at random intervals

Soft BF Alert

eating dinner while watching

he points at like every meteor and is like “look at it goooo”

“gotta go fast” “jae if it was possible to literally delete somebody i’d do that right now...blocked” “you love me”

sings under his breath and you record a vid of him doing it without him knowing because its so cute and just...hes so good at singing youre shook

once it starts getting really late and youre yawning and stuff hes like ok maybe we should go downstairs and sleep

it takes two trips to get everything back down to the dorm rip 

at least jaemin doesnt forget his phone this time

once you guys get back neither of you can decide who gets the bed

“you can have it babe i sleep here everyday” “no way i cant do that to you, ill take the floor i practically live here its like home”

its wayyy too late to argue tho you both end up sharing the bed

overall an amazing date like???? meteor shower AND a sleepover with your bf in one night?

thats one successful night

chenle 

theres an unspoken meme war between the two of you

like nobody really mentions it its there...looming...constantly...

meme war as in you guys constantly taken ABSOLUTELY HORRENDOUS pictures of each other and use them as reaction images

throughout the night each of you take/send pics of each other to the other dream members 

“we should cuddle” “ok how do i know youre not gonna like...lick me or something for a picture of my expression” “you...well you dont but-”

you convince him to watch the ouija movies that are out

he makes it through them but like...

chenle’s either screaming throughout the whole movie or totally shell shocked and you’re just lol @ him

“this isn’t even that scary” “speak for yourself” “i am - come out from under the blanket babe i swear it’s not that scary”

after the movies he’s like “im never letting you choose what to do ever again ever” and you get him saying it on video for the Jokes

its his turn to choose

his immediate response is karaoke

chenle sets everything up for it while you order in dinner because lbr neither of you are looking up the directions to anything with cooking 

he screams directly into the mic while youre on the phone to test it

(and takes a pic of your eyes going wide and you jumping a little bit)

“is everything alright on your side” “yeah just ...make that three orders of chicken im gonna be eating my woes away tonight”

chenle gets out the hoverboard and tries to teach you the dance moves to chewing gum

that quickly stops because you fall onto him

twice

within a span of four and a half minutes

nobodys there to roast though so you guys laugh as hard as you want

a lot of screaming

you love his laugh its so bright and happy just!!! wow

ngl since you started dating him his laugh kind of influenced yours so you laugh a lot louder than you did before chenle

when your food comes in youre too busy screaming lyrics to a song to get the door so chenle grabs the food

and tips the deliveryboy even more than he usually would 

“you’re going to scare away the neighbors with that singing” “i’m surprised people still live here after you moved in chenle, dolphin sounding little-”

eating on the floor while facing each other

“close your mouth while chewing” “ok hon but to tell me that you spoke while eating” “listen, zhong chenle-”

having a staring contest 

loser has to wash dishes

spoiler alert: you lose because he starts smiling and you cant stare straight at him when he smiles without smiling back and blinking really hard its like looking straight at the actual sun

hes super loving and cuddly so while youre washing dishes chenle backhugs you instead of cleaning up the karaoke equipment

“yah you’re sidetracking me” “we should dance instead of being boring and washing dishes like an old married couple” “you can dance while i’m being productive”

he does just that - tries to sidetrack you EVEN MORE by dancing ridiculously while you try to wash dishes 

ends up in a soap and water fight 

i feel like chenle would sleep a little earlier than the other guys so when youre done cleaning up your (late) dinner and hes done mopping the floor of the remnants of soap hes like maybe we should sleep

you agree because its almost like 1 am and youre tired too

pulling out a big family size sleeping bag in the middle of the living room floor and finding pillows

putting on light instrumental sleep music

waking up to chenle taking like a million pictures of your terrible bedhead and sending them to all of his friends

chenle’s just so fun to be around alfskjdk

jisung

ngl i feel like the night would start off just a little bit awk with jisung

like not awkward to where no conversation is being made awkward just more like small talk while sitting a good foot away from each other on the couch and friends is running on the tv in the background awkward 

you get tired of that really fast tho

bc you and jisung have been best friends for a g e s it shouldnt be like this

so you bean him with a throw pillow

straight upside the head like hes an alarm clock that wont shut up

it takes him a second to react but once he does its chaos 

he hits you back with like twice as much speed and power

suddenly both of you are on the floor fending for yourselves while trying to attack the other

you fight valiantly but hes just

so dang tall that eventually he grabs the weaponized pillow right out of your hand and holds it way high above your head

“checkmate” “...oh shut up :/”

after that though its a lot more comfortable like you settle into your usual pattern of relentlessly teasing each other

“lets put on mickey mouse cartoons jisung you’ll be able to relate” “are you even tall enough to see the tv” “not everyone can be a beansprout”

jisung pops popcorn for the movies and instead of eating it while watching the movie the two of you just throw kernels at each other and laugh at how dumb the other looks with popcorn in their hair

after a while jisung’s like “we should go out back there’s like... a singular tree and some grass and we can just chill” and you’re like well that’s new in the city so it’s a good opportunity so you agree

bringing a needle and thread outside so you can sew together flower crowns of leaves, grass, and dandelions

jisung leans against the tree while watching you make a mildly lopsided crown 

he cant help but laugh when you put it on his head

“hold on im gonna take a picture” “do i look like a beautiful princess” “like a model, jisung, the prettiest princess ever” “will you be the frog to my princess?” “that’s the worst pick up line i’ve ever heard i’m considering taking back my flower crown”

you almost go inside after that but jisung’s like wait what about a flower crown for you

and you’re like oh i forgot i wasn’t really focusing on making one for myself haha

so jisung takes the needle and thread and makes you one

it’s not as pretty as the one that’s on his head but itll do

taking like 20 selfies together with the flower crowns before going back inside

after that he teaches you some of the nct dances

including stuff from the other subunits

“can you teach me taeil-ssi’s cheerleader dance from paju” “...this lesson is over”

jisung making rice and meat for dinner

you fry vegetables and try your hardest not to make anything explode

afterwards you’re lying down on the couch and he’s on the floor below you

the lights are out and its been a while since theyve been off

youre halfway asleep when

“i know youre my best friend but i think i want to date you”

aaaaand youre wide awake again

“wait, jisung, what?” “i thouGHT YOU WERE ASLEEP OH NO” “did i hear you correctly???” “im so sorry i’ll-” “i like you too you absolute idiot oh my god i cant believe neither of us said anything i-” “-move to cuba and change my name you’ll never have to hear from me again-” “-we are SO DUMB wow okay well we have to get together now its the next logical step-” “-and i’ll cut all connection off and. wait. wait, you like me back?” “-and. dude wait have you not been listening to me at all?? yes??”

and that kids is how you and jisung end up together

jisung texts all of his members before you both really do go to sleep (after an awkward hug and a massive bout of embarrassed laughter) that he finally confessed

you wake up to 89 texts and 2 missed calls 

“taeyong says i have to keep you safe and make sure you eat three square meals a day” “is it disrespectful if i block my hyung and surrogate mother”

!! youre dating park jisung congr a t s

ALL OF NCT DREAM

you open the door immediately to hug bombardment by chenle and jaemin

mark closes it behind you (and shrugs apologetically) considering you cant because youre sandwiched in between the two other members

the first thing all of you do is eat because haechan’s made dinner (with, as jeno keeps reminding everyone, jeno’s help)

hc: all he did was heat the water jn: but it was necessary and helpful, wasn’t it

the second order of business is to push everything out of the way in the living room so the floorspace is entirely open

there are, after all, eight people there and its getting tight on the chairs 

everyones just like eliminate the seating options and thats best - then everyone will just have to sit on the floor 

you: so whats next rj: lets play monopoly everyone, collectively: NO mk: i still have nightmares from last time

jisung suggests twister and everyone (foolishly) agrees

jaemin calls out the colors and limbs and soon you find your left arm reaching over chenle’s right leg and your legs trapped under jisung’s torso

hc, monotonously but muffled as his face is somewhere under renjun’s right armpit: wow this is so wild

after that ends badly (mark nearly suffocates from jeno’s left foot being literally in his mouth) everyone agrees on never taking a suggestion from jisung again (including jisung) 

you suggest a movie marathon and everyone throws pillows at you because that’s “basic”

jm: what about truth or dare jn: wow nana that’s actually a good idea jm: im going to ignore your tone and take it as a compliment anyways

truth or dare quickly causes everyone to become absolute messes because stuff like this happens -

you: renjun, truth or dare rj: truth you: so if you had to gently caress anyone here’s bellybutton, whose bellybutton would it be rj: i

mark and haechan and chenle can each barely breathe because theyre laughing too hard

meanwhile renjun’s mentally going through his brain files of everyone’s bellybuttons and ruing the day he was born, not necessarily in that order

jeno’s videotaping the entire game for future blackmail

hc: jisung if everyone here was a redwood tree who would you set on fire js: you hc: you..you couldnt have hesitated? for even just a secon d

jn: chenle go out in the street and yodel cl: you didnt even ask me truth or d- jn: do it

by the time truth or dare ends its pretty late but youre all way too hopped up on each others embarrassment and general having fun with friends to sleep

cl: karaoke? hc: karaoke. you: maybe karaoke will be our always

the noise level grows like exponentially once karaoke comes on

and it was already pretty freaking loud to start out with

mark’s halfway through a particularly soulful rendition of eminem’s lose yourself when you take a look at the clock

you: guys its almost 3 in the morning jm: sleep is for the WEAK js: chenle’s been knocked out for at least a half hour jm: exactly

mark and jeno move chenle onto the couch and put a blanket over him while you, haechan, and renjun set up sleeping bags and pillow and blankets on the living room floor 

jaemin and jisung turn the music off and make sure the kitchen and everything is clean (and twister is put away)

you turn off the lights and lie down in the bag between mark and renjun

you: we should do this another time jm: minus the twister everyone: minus the twister

jeno wakes you up by stepping on your stomach the next morning while trying to escape renjun and his Pillow of Wrath

the pillow fight’s a little late but hey

8 am is better late than never

a quick breakfast is had while everyone takes turns brushing/showering/changing and it hits 10 am quicker than expected

everyones sad when you have to go back home but!! you all had fun and thats what counts

youre not surprised when mark texts the group chat later about hanging out again soon

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

So we canceled air travelling plans for over 8,210 people

Then we refunded their fare times two

Offered them fare on a new airlines that was about half or 2/3 of the original cost

Then we took (checked and verified safe) airline attendants and so on from canceled flights and offered them two, three and sometimes four times as much to fly with us.

Then i wondered how... Like how can we make it in the future financially. Well duh all we need is one person per plane to cover the airline stewardesses and stewards and pilot (usually) employees cost. Then five to cover gas. 71 to cover the cost of the plane. So we will actually lower costs in the future. To about 25% of the flight costs now. Meaning you can fly anywhere in the world for less than $100.

This year it's cheaper... Well until a full year after Quarentine we will be based on the rates of the average of the big carriers 2018 financial rate. However discounted at least by 30%

Then on random shopping days in 2020 and 2021 we will have $99 Anywhere Sales that last for a full week. So you can fly anywhere in the world for $99 round trip.

$49 Anywhere for 3.5 days

$24 Anywhere for 24 hours only sale

That's to get it going... Then when yall got the hang of my insanity i will rush you up. Each dollar is as long as you know the sale is on.

So your girl Sally know and she tell you. So you tell Frannie. Then Frannie tell Smithy and he tell Latwanda. Latwanda tells Li Kim. Li Kim tells Mario.

So Sally doesn't have enough money for these tickets to pay out. She gotta wait for her check. So she found the $24 24 hour sale tickets.

Now she was in her DNA4U group chat and they made the chain then of sale notices. So that above is their circle now if Latwanda is looking for flights she would tell Smithy -- don't tell me. I don't have enough money saved up I got to get another $2000 to go to Vegas because i wanna $24 flight sale for 24 hours and in less than 24 hours I am gone type of adventure for myself so yall skip me and then i can go.

But Sally had a feeling of adventure and just so happened to hit the jackpot. She had just gone to day dream about taking a vacation while off her shift from Mazzio's Pizza and only had $39 till payday for her and her four kids and husband. But her husband had like $200 cause he just got paid. But her dream was pay the tickets herself and then save her tips to pay for the vacation alone and she had it all set up. And she liked to go and see the prices and times it takes to fly. So for her the whistles and bells were jangling and the lights spinning and whirring this was her ultimate!

So when she told you she told you that was her dream and so you tell Frannie and you tell Frannie make sure you tell them keep it going for Sally.

So they do cause y'all friends.

So in this event it don't matter how much time in between is told. It builds. So if it's the 9th person that person has to wait 9 full days.

Its insanity at its finest.

So she knows when she will get paid, so she tells Latwanda, Li Kim and Mario that she got money those days. So who would be available to help her? Well both Latwanda and Li Kim have to work but its Mario's day off. So she chooses Mario because the other two also have families and so she don't want to be all up in their home all "we goiin on vacaaation and you ain't!!" Nor take the parent from the family extra time.

Mario actually has plans to go to the zoo and be gone and busy all day with his family. So they plan to meet at the zoo at the Tiger cages and Sally decides to pack a picnic lunch for them all. And Mario says he wil bring drinks. Because he likes to sit or let his family sit on the cooler to rest while they walk. Then pull the wheeled cooler to build muscles.

But Sally don't like to wake up early so she plans to get up later then take her family to go and her husband will pay. Because he always saves extra money to support her and so like for vacation she wanna pay for it all which is hotel and food and all that so he will pay for stuff the kids want to do outside of the hotel, because she wants an all inclusive resort. So he will pay for the extras. But as a surprise during vacation. Which is one reason she loves him.

So they go meet Mario and they borrow his phone she knows exactly which flights she wants and has them saved. So she can go and immediately book through his or his family's electronic devices.

So when she is all excited and super happy they think it's just because the Zoo.

But Mario has also booked a secret vacation from the kids knowledge. So he has a peace and happiness that is unusually deep.

Of course this mind reading tiger walks over and growls "vacation!" At the kids who get up to pet him, laughing. Not realizing he's not talking about his life free of cages as being a vacation.

And he knows and he laughs deeply at the situation and knows the event of that day for those two families was great and he helped make it special.

And he also ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich Sally had made extra from the fingers of the aged 2 years old toddler very gently, let the 6 year old stick his head in his tiger jaws to see where the sandwich went without snuffing out his life and the 8 year old laid under his belly flank side fur as a blanket and used his tail as a pillow.

They got Latwanda and Li Kim gifts from the gift Shoppe to take to them to thank them for telling them about the flight prices and for the great day they had together since they had to work their cheap flight days.

That said, Latwanda said she has a device she could take that she let the kids use she could lend Sally to make reservations while Latwanda worked her job in retail at Ross Clothing Outlet. But since Mario was buying any way Sally said she would wait. But she did stop by and take Latwanda a tea to drink while she was at work and browse the Outlet to see what was in sale or her husband could buy for them (her family). Latwanda saw Mario that day, too. Because Mario could had jumped the line and bought on Latwanda's day. So he took her a hot coffee early in the morning when she first opened the franchise she owns. So he stopped by to thank her for the offer and shop (not browse) for vacation clothing he could hide in secret from his kids and wife until their vacation day. He also bought a suitcase and folded and packed up all his purchases and hid it in Latwanda's trunk.

Lucky she had an SUV because she also wanted luggage which happened to be on sale that day. Cause Sabrina often sales luggage at a discount during $24 Flight Days for $24 for huge $200 pieces of luggage.

So Mario picked up and paid for what she wanted and Latwanda handed him cash from the drawer in excess of the cost (she owns the store remember) and told him good luck and have fun. Then Mario split the excess with Sally. $200 each. So they each spent $50 on a luxurious gift for the family. A giant 8 foot two diameter snake replica stuffed so the kids could wrestle and slide, cuddle and sleep, sit on and more.

They knew Latwanda would love a giant King Cobra snake wandering around the living room and bedrooms and playroom with the kids and sometimes dad and Latwanda herself. They knew one day they would go over and find him propped up at the dinner table ready to play a game of checkers with one of the kids. Or at the bar with Latwanda and her husband having a glass of wine and a plate of cheese. A healthy snack, depending who you ask.

So that is what the DNA4U Friends list is for. To find out who your friends truly are and who is just like family. Loves you at your worst and adores you at your best. To the point that some call worship because its full whole hearted love. Love that doesn't hurt.

So don't be an introvert, these people are to help us learn to trust. So don't betray either. It's the only way it works.

Support each other in kindness and not distraction from what you or they need to do to breathe and let live.

That snake wasn't real BTW, it was a replica, you do recall.

And welcome to our new insanity of happiness and joy..m to be continued in the future... We're not quite ready yet...

Unless that we are and today is a special $12 flight day for any round trip flights in 2013....

Don't forget you booked them! Put them in your Google or Apple calender today!

(We are specially marked under charity still so no taxes and just a fee of $1. Sale for 2 weeks)