#my friend bought these for me 2 years ago for my birthday and we finally met up today.

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YOU GET ME SO HIGH — VERNON CHWE ࿐

summary. smoking with your best friend (who you totally don’t have a crush on) is super fun till all you can think about is him… well, doing him, to be more specific.

wc. 6.2k

warnings. recreational marijuana use!!, dubcon (kinda? sex while high), bf2l + idiots to lovers, kinda fluffy!! weed is referred to as ‘green crack’ several times lol, fingering, hehe big d!ck!vernon, mentions of masturbation, unprotected sex, pet names (baby), brief tit worship, naked confessions, vernon is kinda shy, jealous, nervous & rlly likes boobs and reader is v needy lol <3— MINORS DNI 18+

note. havent seen anyone write for vernon in like 3 years so here’s my lowkey cringey, poorly-written, self-indulgent fic that i was supposed to post for his birthday 2 months ago ++ guest appearance from weed dealer!cheol bc yeah :3

if you had told vernon that his best friend was someone he’d met in a biology lab–one that he was accidentally put into his freshmen year– he’d say you were a liar. nonetheless, it’s true– you’re his best friend and you have been for years now. in your fourth and final year of university, you still sit on the balcony of your apartment with him like you have every other day for the past three.

“happy birthday, vernon,” you smile cheekily, passing him a snack-size ziplock baggie. “i got you an eighth since you’re always begging to smoke my shit.” 

he laughs and gives you a lazy smile, “Y/N, my birthday was over two months ago… plus, you know you didn’t have to get me anything.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes, “hansol vernon chwe, you are my best friend, of course i had to. and… i was waiting for a few of my checks to hit, that's why it’s a belated birthday gift.” you take his hand, placing the bag into it. “now take it and don’t smoke it all in a day, got it?”

he nods, eyes softening, “thank you,” he says. “must’ve cost your broke ass a fortune, though, so next time– don’t get me anything.”

you giggle at the joke that’s actually, not really a joke. “i really don’t think you have any room to speak– who here has a real job?” 

he rolls his eyes, “my job is real, thank you very much.”

you chuckle, shaking your head. “reselling limited edition vinyls for seven times what you bought them for isn’t a job, vernon, that’s called being a dick.” you tell him. “and actually, the prices weren’t too bad. cheol gave me a discount.”

vernon almost visibly clenches at the name of your awfully-sweet dealer. though he can attest, cheol is only ever sweet to you. every time he’s bought from your favorite supplier, he’s been a total asshole and upcharges him for no reason which is one of the basis’ why he’s always smoking your stuff. you always tell him it’s karma for selling records at such a high price, but vernon begs to differ. he knows that cheol just doesn’t like him and he has a gut feeling that it’s because of you. 

“oh yeah? how’d you get him to do that?” he asks, but he’s pretty sure he knows the answer. the answer being cheol has a thing for you.

you bite your lip, looking over your apartment balcony. “mmm, he showed up here while i was… you know…playing around…and…”

vernon knows you well enough to finish your sentence for you. “masturbating?”

“vernon, be modest!” you whine, hiding your face in your hands. “you knew, you didn’t have to say it!” 

he chuckles, “it’s normal, Y/N, we all do it. no need to be embarrassed over it.”

it’s true. everyone does it. but not everyone masturbates thinking about their best friend. he thinks that might just be him. 

“yeah, but you’ve probably never done it thinking you’d be finished before your hot drug dealer shows up at your apartment.” you blush. vernon doesn’t say anything for a while and you’re afraid you’ve made him feel uncomfortable (even though he claims you never have). you bite the insides of your cheeks before uttering, “can you pack a joint or something?”

truthfully, vernon doesn’t mean to be so quiet. he’s just trying to imagine you in that state without letting his dick get hard, though it’s proving to be extremely difficult. you probably looked so pretty in cute short shorts and a shirt that you could see your nipples through. or worse, you were wearing a tank top that was snuggly wrapped around your torso where you could see everything. he wants to be a gentleman, wants to be respectful… but, god, your tits are out of this world.

he hums trying to rid the dirty images in his head, taking your box of goods to grab the grinder and paper cones. “finish your story.” he urges.

you look at him, searching for signs of discomfort, but there is only that stoic look he always wore. with a sigh, you continue, “anyway, i was… you know… and he texted me and said he was here– i was a mess–”

he can imagine.

“–and i think he could tell ‘cuz when i got down to his car i was so disheveled and was about to start crying. i literally looked like i got edged or something,” you mumble, twiddling your thumbs out of embarrassment.

you’re painting a picture for vernon and he has to bite back a groan. 

it’s not the first time you and vernon had talked about sexual things. there had been several conversations on the topic. he knew almost everything about you except for… you know… what you tasted like and how tight you are– his vivid imagination couldn’t give him all of those pleasures. 

“and, vernon, i kid you not, he literally knew. he was all smug and shit,” you groan. “it was kinda humiliating.”

you remember how much wetter you’d gotten the moment you slipped into his car. he was calling you all types of things– all types of pretty pet names–and you’re genuinely surprised it didn’t escalate further because the sexual tension was heavy.

“and then i told him i wanted a quarter– an eighth for me and an eighth for you– and he told me he’d give me a special strain of sativa for half the normal price.”

vernon’s eyes widened, “half the price?”

“that’s what i said!” you exclaim. “pretty sure it’s because he could see my tits… i wasn’t wearing the best outfit …”

of-fucking-course he could see your tits. vernon holds back a groan, seeing as his suspicions about you in a tank top that night was right. instead, he chuckles airly. “now who needs to be modest.”

“stooop, just grind the weed.” you cry. 

vernon does as you ask, muttering, “maybe he laced it.”

“cheol wouldn’t, i’m pretty sure he just likes me.” you humbly reply, shooting daggers at your best friend for even suggesting that. “plus the strain was called ‘green crack’ or something like that… it was from the ‘st. patty’s day special.’”

“saint patrick’s day was like 4 weeks ago.”

“well then he was either trying to get rid of it or my tits must’ve made him feel generous.” you joke, giggling a bit at vernon’s poker face.

vernon is hiding it really well, but he’s filled with so much annoyance. your stupid dealer doesn’t deserve to see you like that. hell, vernon doesn’t even think he deserves to see you like that, but, fuck, he wants to. so badly. seeing you all hot and bothered with your tits on full display would be a dream come true. 

“would you fuck him for free weed?” he asks all of a sudden, making you blush furiously. he knows now that he doesn’t want to hear your answer when your mouth parts in shock. 

“vernon! what kinda girl do you take me for?” you put your hand over your chest as if it’s something you wouldn’t do. you break your facade when he gives you a knowing look, mouth cracking into a grin. “probably, i dunno. he’s kinda scary but i feel like he knows how to please a woman– i can’t say the same about a lot of other men.”

he internally rolls his eyes. cheol doesn’t know you the way he does. vernon could please you, he knows he can. 

he switches the subject back to the packed joint in his hands to keep from spiraling. “wanna spark it?”

you shake your head with a hum, “mmh-mmh, belated birthday boy gets the first few hits.”

he smiles, pulling the joint to his lips taking the lighter, igniting it with the pressure of his thumb. he lets the flame burn carefully through the paper, inhaling a large rush of smoke. he holds it in for a bit before he blows it out– away from your face– creating a white, potent-smelling cloud.

you reminisce while watching him. your balcony is like home to you and vernon. contrary to your neighbor's beliefs, smoking isn’t the only thing you do. you laugh and cry and talk for hours about people you hate and people you love. sometimes, you’ll do homework out here and when vernon is bored at his own place, he’ll come over to yours to keep you company. he provides a comforting presence and never-ending encouragement while reminding you to take breaks.

 it’s where you told him about your puppy crush on soonyoung from your statistics class and it’s where he told you about how he awkwardly lost his virginity to a girl during orientation week. it’s where the two of you are always together– it’s kinda like your place.

and watching him after all these years, you’ve never really realized how attractive your best friend was. well, that’s a lie. you’ve always thought vernon was likely one of the prettiest men to ever walk the earth, but if you truly admitted that, then you’d have to admit to the other things. things like how kind and considerate he is and how he’s boyfriend potential and how you totally don’t have any type of feelings for him whatsoever. it’s not a crush, you constantly have to remind yourself, it’s admiration for your best friend. there’s a difference.

but those admirable traits are things you can’t think about because he doesn’t see you that way. there’s no reason why you should see him that way if it’s not reciprocated. it only makes sense and prevents brutal rejection from the most perfect man on earth, aka your best friend. 

but your not-crush manifests itself sometimes. like when he smiles at you or when he randomly places his headphones over your head and tells you to “listen to this song” or when he spends the night in your bed because he’s too lazy to drive home. it gets harder and harder to hide every day. 

he passes the joint to you with an even lazier grin and you take it, parroting his actions. you let the smoke fill your lungs, hold it there, and exhale, shutting your eyes just as he did. 

and vernon thinks you look like a goddess. how could you make a simple action seem so attractive?

you take your hits, passing the joint back and forth till it suddenly hits you. all at once, you feel your body start to ache, your tummy flipping in anticipation, your mind fogging over leaving your entirety to buzz. you shift a bit and you feel your cunt dampen causing you to let out a sharp exhale.

“you good?” vernon asks, his deep voice filling your ears.

then you look at him. like… actually look at him. his face is a bit tired, his eyes red from the weed coursing his system, and his hair a bit disheveled from running his hand through it too much (this is why he wears the beanies)-- nevertheless, he looks fucking fantastic. 

your usual munchies are replaced with strong, burning sexual desire. just at the sight of your best friend, your pussy is soaking through your panties and your shorts.

“‘sol,” you murmur out the nickname. “do you feel… different?” you ask, eyes fluttering and lips parting.

you’re truly unaware of how seductive you look and how it’s slowly taking years off his life. vernon has been rock hard in his sweats for a solid 15 minutes now. and, yes, he feels extremely different. turned on to say the very least. 

“mmm, a little,” more like a lot. “maybe it’s the strain you got,” he mumbles, implying what he had said earlier was true.

it makes sense that cheol provided you with a strain that feels like you’re smoking a fucking aphrodisiac, but you’re starting to wish you were alone so you could at least do something about it. 

for a split second, you think you might be fine, then you’re hit with yet another wave of arousal, your core pulsing at the ideas that are incessantly popping into your head. ideas of him taking you right now, sitting on his face, sinking onto his cock– it’s too much. 

“vernon,” you say breathily and he freezes, pulling the joint away from his lips. “i… i think…”

you try to think about how to kick him out kindly so you can have some much-needed alone time, but you can’t– you can only think about having alone time with him. alone time that leads to shoving his hand down your pants. 

stop, you tell your hazy brain.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asks, scooting closer to you. 

his scent floods your senses– a mix of weed and his cologne causing sensory overload in your poor brain and aching core. 

he’s internally worried that you’re greening out. though it doesn’t happen as much as it did when you first started smoking, there are rare occasions when you take more than you can handle. 

“c-can… you do me a favor?”

“‘course, anything.”

“vernon… it… i…need your help.” you whimper, leaning into him. “please…feels like ‘m gonna die.”

you’re being dramatic. 

he furrows his brows in confusion, panic becoming apparent on his features. “what hurts, Y/N? how can i help you?”

you take his hand in yours, slowly guiding him to the ache in your body. you gasp when his warm fingers come in contact with your clothed cunt. “here… it hurts here.” you exhale.

vernon has definitely lost it. his hand is between your thighs and your smaller one has moved to tightly wrap around his wrist. you’re a mess– he can feel it. he can feel the warmth radiating from your core, he can feel how you’ve soaked through your panties and how it’s seeped through the thin pair of shorts. he’s holding his breath and he fears he may pass out before getting a chance to touch you like you deserve. 

“y-you’re not in your right mind, Y/N,” he whispers, afraid his voice may betray him. “you smoked too–”

“uh-uh, it’s okay– vernon, it’s okay, i want you… please,” you whimper, grip around his wrist tightening as you buck your hips slightly for more friction. 

you want him. you… want him. 

“but–”

you’re growing frustrated, “if you won’t… then i-i think you should go ‘cuz i need… i need to be alone.”

vernon takes this as an implication that you need to fuck yourself if he won’t fuck you and he’ll be damned if he’s not the one making you see stars. 

so, he asks one more time, “Y/N… are you sure?”

“yes… yes, ‘m sure. ‘m so sure, please, ‘sol,” you beg, using the nickname that makes him fold every time. 

he doesn’t hold back, putting out the joint in his hand and leaving it in the ashtray. his now-free hand cups your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss. you moan, eagerly allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth as your hands needily fist at his shirt. 

despite having smoked, vernon’s lips are soft. softer than the lips of men you’ve kissed before. and he still tastes good even with the pungent lemony flavor lingering on his tongue– overwhelmingly good. it seems that he’s just as eager and turned on as you are, too, nearly devouring you whole. you can’t help but fall in love with the heated, now-sloppy kiss.

and vernon truly feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. he’s not sure if this is even real or if the weed has him hallucinating… it wouldn’t be the first time, but you biting down on his bottom lip has him coming back to earth and lets him know that you’re real. that you are very much real and very much grinding on his fingers desperately. 

“vernon,” you pant, pulling him closer by the shirt in your grip. “please, more— feels good, but i need more.” your hazy eyes look into his and you see how they’ve darkened.

“fuck, Y/N,” he groans and his voice has you clenching around nothing. “we need to go inside…”

you’re both sure that this might ruin your relationship, but you decide it’ll be a problem for tomorrow. right now, all either of you can think about is getting off on each other. 

that’s why you’re quick to stand on your feet, holding out your hand for him to take. when he stands, grunting, you pull him into your apartment and leave all of your goods on the balcony without a second thought. 

you drag him to your room before attacking him with another kiss and pulling at the ends of his shirt. you’re a bit disoriented, swaying and stumbling over your steps, but when your legs hit the bed and you nearly fall, vernon’s quick to catch you by the waist. 

“careful,” he murmurs, gently laying you on the plush mattress. you scoot to the head of the bed, laying on your back as you wait for him. 

he takes your expectant face as a sign to remove his clothing and he does so quickly, knowing how impatient you are at this very moment. his shirt comes off and then his sweats, leaving him in boxers where his bulge becomes… apparent.

you have to hold your breath at the dizzying sight of his naked torso and the massive tent in his underwear.

you make grabby hands at him, urging him to come take care of you on the bed. he obliges, getting on your bed, hovering over you while his own head spins. he’s truly unsure if this is actually his real life or if he’s having a dream sent from the gods above. 

he decides not to wait any longer, taking control of the situation by placing his lips on your heated neck. his lips trail down, leaving sloppy, wet kisses on your skin, reveling in how you desperately whimper for him though he’s barely doing anything. 

his hands reach for the hem of your loose top– one that might actually be his– pushing it up and tugging it over your head and arms, leaving your chest bare before him. he groans before diving to your tits, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and tugging at the bud hungrily. 

you gasp at the sight. you’ve never seen vernon so eager to do anything in the time you’ve known him and now he’s making out with your tits as if it were his last day on earth. 

that’s hot, you think to yourself. so hot– you’re so fucking hot right now.

you can’t see it, but you feel his hand come down to your sleep shorts, digging in past the elastic band of both the satin fabric and your cotton undies. his fingers dip into your lips, running them through your soaked folds. 

“you’re so wet.” he hisses. 

you whine at the contact, apologizing softly, “‘m sorry– can’t help it.” 

his fingers find your hole, circling it before easing two of them inside. “don’t apologize, baby. it’s really hot.” he whispers, the pet name slipping past his lips without completely registering. 

you clench and moan at the domestic name. “fuck, ‘sol,” you whimper. “a-again… call me that again…”

his face burns, whispering out, “you like when i call you ‘baby?’” 

knowing vernon, it was meant to sound like a genuine question, but being in the state you’re in, it sounds so seductive… so enticing that it has your back arching. you nod your head, an even darker blush falling over your already-red cheeks. 

you let out a clipped, “yes.” and he just moans, thrusting his fingers in and out faster, digits stretching your tight, gummy walls out to prepare you for his cock. 

he wonders how you could be so tight because, holy fuck, you’re squeezing around his fingers like you’re trying to trap them in there. 

you whine softly, “vernon, please give me more…”

he definitely just fucking died. 

his cock twitches uncontrollably in his boxers, begging to be set free, but he decides to give you another finger instead. vernon knows he’s… a bit on the bigger side, and judging by how you feel right now, there’s absolutely no way he’ll easily fit inside of you. the last thing he wants to do is hurt you. 

so he slowly pulls his hand out of your shorts and helps you out of them. he throws them to the side and has you spread open. he huffs at the sight before taking three of his fingers back to your hole. he pushes them in gently, groaning at the tighter fit. your moans are bouncing off the walls and vernon looks up to see your mouth hung open with your head thrown back against your pillow. 

he checks on you, throat dry at the sound, sight, and feeling of you. “i-is… are you doing okay?” and when you just whine, he bites the inside of his cheek anxiously. he remembers your fondness for the pet names from a few minutes prior, so he tries again. “baby… does it feel good?”

and he’s not sure what to expect, but when your body jolts and your hand's fist at the sheets, you get even tighter, clenching around his fingers desperately. you really do have an affinity for being called ‘baby.’ 

your brain is jumbled, intoxicated from the weed and his fat fingers stretching your cunt open. “‘m okay… f-feels so good.” you tell him breathily with a whine bubbling in the back of your throat at the feeling of his fingers pushing further into you. “fuck, vernon– it’s so good.”

and it’s true, you don’t think you’ve ever experienced pleasure this intense before, but you remember your senses are heightened by 10 because of the drug. that ‘green crack’ is insane.

he moans at the confirmation, curling his fingers up and fucking your messy cunt, the palm of his hand bumping against your clit with every thrust. he feels a rush of your honeyed arousal soaking his fingers and he swears he might cum before he can even get his cock in you. 

you gasp loudly when you feel his pace quicken, eyes squeezing shut. an array of mewls and high-pitched whines shamelessly slip past your lips. “oh! fuck, i’m close, i’m so close, vernon.” you warn, wet walls clamping around his curled fingers.

he exhales sharply, voice low when he urges you, “cum for me, baby.”

his voice and harsh thrusts are more than enough to throw you over the edge, stomach knots unraveling. you gush all over his big fingers, pussy pulsing as it’s doing its best to push his digits out, but he continues his ministrations to work you through your blinding orgasm.

feeling you cum may have been the best thing life has offered him. 

“fuck, that’s it– are you okay? did that feel good?” he asks breathily, pulling out his fingers, a string of arousal connected to your hole following them out. he bites his lip at the sight, keeping a moan bottled up. he wants to taste you so bad… and the cum on his fingers taunt him. 

you nod your head, still panting, “w-was so good, y-you’re really good… don’t usually cum that fast…”

“really?”

you shake your head, “t-told you that guys don’t really know what they’re doing most of the time.”

he shakes his head in disapproval, “well… you deserve the best.” 

“... like you?” your heart races and the weed from earlier still lingers like a cloud over your brain. you look at him, the soft light from the moon illuminating his flawless skin. your eyes trail down his torso, eyes landing on the big bulge in his boxers again. 

he chokes, masking the sound with a nervous chuckle, “me? i-i’m not…no.” your eyes widen, realizing you’ve completely misread him, feeling panic flood your body. you quickly shut your legs, arms coming to cover your bare chest. 

he’s quick to notice that you’re starting to spiral, though, so he re-registers what you said and then what he said and his eyes widen, too. his words come out rushed as he attempts to do damage control. “no! not no, as in i don’t see you in that way, but no because you deserve the best and…”

“but… you are the best, ‘sol…” you tell him softly, hugging yourself tighter. “and before you say anything, the weed is wearing off– think you finger-fucked it out of me,” you joke to lighten the mood, but when you see he’s still frozen, you internally cringe at yourself, continuing. “i’m being serious. i’m in my right mind and i’m telling you that you’re the best because you are. you always have been.”

he shudders nervously, “Y/N… don’t.”

you frown at him, turning your head away to look at your window instead, mentally face-palming yourself. “did i make it awkward again?” you ask nervously. you don’t even wait for his response, continuing your anxious ramble. “can you just forget i said anything? and that i made you do this? i…i don’t wanna lose you– i never want to lose you.” you whisper. “you’re my best friend.”

he shakes his head incessantly as if he’s trying to tell you something with the simple action, but you aren’t even looking at him, so he takes a deep, shaky breath. “no, you didn’t make me do anything. i just mean don’t say things like that if you don’t really like me because i…” he trails off and you turn back to look at him, concerned by his sudden halt. “Y/N, i… like you. so much. i have for forever now, but you were always talking about soonyoung or cheol and then there was that whole thing with that pretentious art kid– minghao, i think– i dunno.”

what!?

you look at him incredulously, eyes wide and lips parted in genuine shock, “why didn’t you tell me…?”

he sighed, hands coming to rest on your thighs. “it seemed like i never really had a chance… you’re my best friend, too… and i didn’t want to lose you either.”

you sit up, exclaiming, “but you’ve liked me this entire time and i didn’t even know?!”

he gives you a small grin and a shrug, “what can i say? i’m discreet.”

you scoff, sitting in silence for a few seconds before opening your mouth again. with your voice meek, you say.“i wish you would’ve told me.” you inhale sharply, continuing to hug yourself tightly. “i like you, too, you know… i just didn’t think you liked me back so i tried to not like you– which is really hard, by the way, because you’re annoyingly pretty.”

“sorry, i’ll try to stop being so pretty.”

you playfully slap his bare chest, “i actually hate you so much.”

he jokingly sulks, placing a hand over where you hit him. “aw, baby, you just said you liked me.”

you shudder, body naturally leaning into him as your mind gravitates back to your not-so-innocent thoughts. “i do… and i’d like you a little more if you kept calling me that.”

his breath hitches as you get closer and closer, “yeah?”

“mhm…”

he whispers against your lips, a cheeky smile on his, “you’re such a baby.”

“you’re so mean,” you hum, letting your lips graze his. “am i not your baby?”

he rests his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes for any sign of playfulness. you seem to be serious so he asks, “is that what you want?” he’s nervous you can hear the way his heart is about to pound out of his chest. 

“duh… idiot.”

“okay, cool.” he says nonchalantly even though he’s internally freaking out. “you’re my baby.”

your heart skips a beat and your cunt dampens again at the title, “okay, cool.” you parrot casually as if your heart wasn’t about to lurch out of your chest. “you can… kiss me. if you want…”

vernon utters a soft ‘right’ before finally closing the gap between the two of you. his lips mold to yours and you know for a fact that there is no one else on earth you’d want to kiss. his big hand comes to cup your cheek and you melt under the touch, mouth opening for him to slip his tongue into. 

naturally, the kiss heats up and before long, you’re whining into his mouth, hand blindly reaching for his clothed cock. he groans the second you find the aching hard-on, nimble hands stroking him through his boxers. 

“Y/N,” he pants breathily in between kisses. “are you… sure you wanna… do this?”

you think it’s sweet that he keeps checking on you, and sure, you’re still a bit fuzzy from the after-effects of the ‘green crack’, but you need him to give you what you want. so you nod, breaking from the kiss to lay back in your original position under him. 

“please fuck me, baby,” you beg in the most sultry voice you can conjure up. when he stays frozen, you pout. “hansol, please.”

he curses, quickly getting his boxers off and revealing the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. precum beads at the slit of his flushed tip and prominent veins run through the length. he’s so big, surely enough to have you see stars. you’re starting to feel grateful that he prepped you because his dick would have completely ruined you without it.

“‘s big.” you simply state, bottom lip finding sanctum in between your teeth as you gawk at it. 

“you think so?” he gives you a wobbly smile, stomach-churning at the subtle praise. he moves in between your thighs and spreads you out for him. “is it okay?”

you blush, nodding your head, “mhm, don’t worry,” you tell him. “i’ll let you know if i need you to stop.” 

he nods, huffing softly, “do you have any condoms?”

you chuckle breathily. “not for your size… but it’s okay, i’m clean and safe. you don’t need one. you can pull out if it makes you feel better.”

his throat runs dry– fuck, fuck, fuck. he’s fucking you raw?! how the hell is he supposed to last hitting it raw?! you were already tight around three of his fingers and he can’t even imagine how you’d feel wrapped around his cock.

he realizes he hasn’t replied in a few seconds when you say his name softly. he sees you growing restless under him and he apologizes and nods again dumbly. 

he runs his tip through your folds, moaning when he finds you’re just as wet as you were earlier. he aligns himself with your leaky hole, slowly pushing himself inside of you with a groan to find that you’re still so fucking tight.

you’ve found that, despite vernon’s laid-back and chill personality, he’s quite loud in bed. he’s nothing like you expected and you’re pleasantly surprised. 

when his cock slides in between your tight walls, the both of you are instantly a mess, panting and moaning in pleasure. your walls envelop him so snugly that you fear the thick veins that adorn his length will imprint into them.

“fuck, vernon.” you moan, praying the burn in your pussy melts to pleasure soon so he can fuck you the way you want it. the way you need it. . “your cock.”  

he hisses, pushing in past the resistance. “you feel so good, baby, oh my god.” he grunts, head falling back at the way you hug him. “god, i’ve wanted this for so long– wanted you for so long.”

you cry, clenching around his girth because, god, you’ve wanted him, too.

when he finally bottoms out, you both pause to take erratic breaths, positively going feral over each other. he attempts to recollect himself and check up on you again. “are you–”

you don’t even let him finish, nodding your head vigorously. “yes, vernon, just need you to move, please.” you plead. “need you to fuck me– please, need it so fucking bad.”

you’re so needy for him and he knows it’s because of the last bit of weed that looms, but he can’t help but wonder if you’re like this on a normal day. if you’re always begging for a cock to fill you up. not that it would matter– he’d do anything you asked of him. you’re so fucking pretty to him and his brain is constantly yelling at him to cater to every single one of your wishes. the chokehold you have him in is so tight. 

tight like your pretty cunt that’s now gracefully swallowing his cock with every thrust of his hips. your room is full of panting, moans, and the lewd squelch of your wet pussy taking him. it sounds better than any song he’s ever heard and, if he’s being completely transparent, he hopes to experience this for the rest of his life.

vernon unexpectedly comes down, craning his neck to latch his mouth around your nipples again, stimulating you there, too. you’re sure the position is a bit straining, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he moans loudly into your chest. his hand plays with the other nipple, switching every minute to give both of them love and attention all while his cock steadily rams in and out of you. 

your hands tangle in his hair, smothering his face into your tits while he moans and whines some more into them. 

and when he adjusts slightly and his tip hits that spot, the one that makes you crumble in seconds, a sob wracks through your entire body.

“there! shit, baby, right there, please.” you gasp, back arching into him. 

vernon asks breathily, removing his face from the comfortable spot on your chest, “there? that’s it?” 

and you nod, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as you feel the pressure build-up at the bottom of your tummy. he continues to hit the spongy spot inside of you, bringing you closer and closer. 

his own face is pinched and he can’t stop the soft whines that come out of his mouth. you just feel fucking amazing. 

“a-are you close? i’m not gonna last long.” he pants out. 

and you weakly sob out a reply of ‘yes,’ hand moving to toy with your swollen clit. the action immediately has the tightrope inside of you coming undone for the second time in the night. you mewl out his name, clamping around him tightly and coating his cock in slick cum. 

it’s like a chain reaction that has vernon cursing and pulling his dick out of you. he eagerly fists at his cock, jerking himself off till he releases all over your puffy pussy. he’s moaning softly, prettily calling out your name. his heart pounds rapidly and his entire body twitches at the feeling of release. 

his eyes finally open after a few seconds of trying to regulate his breathing. he sees the way your cunt is dressed in white and how you're slowly, but surely, coming down from both of your highs. 

“hey,” he whispers. 

“hi,” you mumble, eyes fluttering open. your hands reach for him and he can’t help but find you so cute. “c’mere.”

he smiles, leaning down to kiss you again. unlike your past few kisses, it’s soft and innocent. loving. he parts after a minute or so, hand moving to sweep the hair out of your face. 

“are you sure you’re alright?” he whispers. “i feel kinda bad…”

“don’t, ‘sol, i wanted it. i’m really happy.” you tell him sincerely. “are you alright?”

he sighs, “i’m really happy, too… i just wish i would’ve taken you out on a date or something before… fucking you.” 

you shake your head, “we did it kinda backwards, but, seriously, i’m just happy you’re here… happy that you’re mine.” he blushes, moving to hide his face in your neck while you giggle. “if you wanna, we can go on a date now?”

“where?” he mumbles into your neck.

“7/11– channie’s working so that means free big gulps and rollers… you know, since some of us can’t afford to eat real food because of their ‘job.’”

vernon scoffs, pulling his face out of your neck and giving you a stern look. “dude, it’s a real job–”

you laugh, effectively cutting him off. “okay, scammer– if it’s a real job, why are you always stealing my fucking weed instead of buying your own?” 

“because weed is scarce these days and your bitch ass dealer hates me– why should i have to pay $20 for a gram when you only pay $5?” he nearly cries. “and, since we’re on the topic, i don’t like him. he’s too friendly with you.” that’s code for “he obviously wants to fuck you.”

“you’re jealous of cheol!”

he groans, rolling his eyes, a tiny pout appearing on his face, “so what if i am?”

you coo, “aw, baby,” hand coming to cup his blushy cheek. “you don’t have to worry about him,” you relay to him, voice laced with sincerity. “you’re the only one i want.”

he goes a little bug-eyed at your words before clearing his throat and nodding. “good. that’s good.” 

you raise an eyebrow, “just good?” 

“no… it’s great…” he mumbles cutely. “you’re also the only one i want.”

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[holdinbacksecrets]

Hi! Can you please write BTS version of the voicemails they will send hinting their feelings? Thank you 😊

thank you for requesting 🖤

voicemails from bts, hinting feelings

namjoon: “i was in a bookstore the other day and started to imagine a book you wrote being on the shelves someday. everything you do, down to the indentation of your steps, leaves behind a story. do you remember your birthday two years ago? you drank one glass too many, and it’s like the fiction unleashed. i recorded a voice memo, but i never played it for you. i want to.”

jin: “are you scared? this morning you sounded really scared on the phone. i’m sorry i didn’t say more or say enough. i was caught off guard because you’ve never showed me scared before, not like that. i’ve seen your apprehension. i’ve seen your insecure. i’ve seen your anxiety, but this was consuming fear. i’m making dinner, and i feel like you probably haven’t eaten today… if your anxiety gives anything away about your scared. come over when you’re off. i’ll greet you with a hug and bowl of soup. or two bowls. i have cheese and bread too. the good bread. the loaf you turned me on to.”

yoongi: “you used the notes app on my phone to write out your grocery list, and i’m amused. it sounds like you’re having a conversation with yourself: right now, i want rice crispies, but i’ll probably change my mind once i’m in the cereal aisle. trust your gut, or get two boxes. you’re 26. no one is stopping you. oh! get some apple juice too. i keep having dreams about twelve year old me at a friend’s house. we’d sit at the kitchen island after school with graham crackers and apple juice, and i miss her. i miss those simple conversations. you’re so pure and magnetic. sometimes i wonder where you came from, but then i’m just glad you made it here—tumbled into my life because you did tumble. you’ve always made the story sound too elegant. the tumble was charming, i promise.”

hoseok: “you’ve been sharing recipes with me, or i guess i should say the final product of your recipes has been shared with me, repeatedly, and now i’m starting to wait for the knock on my door or the ring of a text. is that bad? i wouldn’t want you to ever think i’m demanding treats, but i love… i love the time we spend together when you bring them over, and your eyes sparkle when my expression changes because of how good everything always tastes… i love that too.”

jimin: “did you say everything you needed to yesterday? i swear your lips parted and you leaned in so many times to never say anything. i know it was a busy place, and it’s not that fun sitting at a table for twelve. but i was ready to listen. i’ll be ready at 2 am too. whatever you need. there’s something to this, right? to the ease of our conversations. you trust me?”

taehyung: “do you want to sculpt clay with me? i bought a whole bag and a bunch of tools. i thought about booking a private lesson, but i wanted my record player and access to a kitchen and the ability to get my hands dirty whenever i want to—need it. do you need it too? if not, keep me company while i try to make something?”

jungkook: “can i pick you up today? this is going to sound ridiculous, but your smell used to linger in my car, and i can’t quite make out the notes of your perfume anymore. i can imagine them, but they don’t meet me when i open the door… i can’t leave this as a voicemail on your phone. can i leave this as a voicemail on your phone? i sound insane.”

bonus: “i’m calling to tell you i’m proud of you. sometimes when we were kids, i used to think our dreams wouldn’t make it higher than the trees. i thought they’d get caught in the leaves, die on branches come winter, but look at us. look at you. you’re incredible. we did it.”

[acesofspadess]

All Roads Lead Here

Part 1 of All Roads Lead Here

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

a/n: we have sadly made it to the last race, so I decided to something big for my lovely readers. put your comments below on how you think Ace's weekend is going to unfold....

warnings: none??? not edited properly 🤷🏾‍♀️

summary: The end of the road has finally approached for the 2024 season. This weekend is a big one....

Abu Dhabi 

Ace and Lando shortly after the upset that was Qatar, were on a plane headed to Abu Dhabi. This weekend was full of emotions for everyone as history was unfolding before their eyes, but the couple could also make or break history this weekend as well. The constructors' battle was too close for comfort, and one wrong move would cost it all.

Lando wanted out of Qatar at the earliest chance, and soon they found themselves in the Abu Dhabi hotel Monday evening. There wasn’t much to do that night so they decided to just go out to dinner with each other, have a relaxing date before the chaos of the weekend.

“Are you glad it’s about to be all over?” She asked him as she sipped on her drink, dinner long gone. “I think so. This season has just been so much thrown at me, and I didn’t take it very well, but I know next year will be very different.” He said confidently, and Ace had to agree. 

Tuesday Lando had a meet and greet at the mall for Tumi’s new store while Ace was on winter break plans. Her and Max were planning out a ski trip for the group and needed to get some last minute things finalised. That night, the couple joined Max on stream to goof off a bit. Ace was more bullying the pair than anything. She had graduated from Bambi academy ages ago, and made sure to rub it in their faces any chance she got.

Alexandra, Rebecca, and Ace decided to spend their day off together, making the most of Dubai’s vibrant charm on Wednesday before the drivers dinner that Lewis always put together. Their adventure began at the Louvre Abu Dhabi, where they wandered through the museum’s serene halls, admiring the stunning interplay of light and art. Rebecca snapped photos of Ace and Alexandra as they marveled at the exhibits, their laughter echoing softly in the architectural wonder around them.

Next, they headed to a picturesque waterfront café for lunch, where they shared fresh mezze and sipped on cool drinks under the warm sun. The conversation was light and full of laughter, drifting from memories of past adventures to Ace’s upcoming birthday dinner.

“You are going to look incredible, right?” Alexandra teased over a bite of hummus, making Rebecca smirk in agreement.

Ace shrugged, brushing off the comment. “I have a few of my normal dresses with me. It’s no big deal really.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes, leaning forward with a grin. “Absolutely not. We’re finding you something stunning. Let’s make this a proper birthday celebration.”

With that decided, they strolled into a nearby shopping district, ducking in and out of boutiques. Ace groaned good-naturedly as her friends insisted on picking out dress after dress for her to try on. It wasn’t until she slipped into a sleek, white silk, floor-length gown with a square neckline and long, flared sleeves that both Alexandra and Rebecca lit up with approval.

“C'est parfait pour toi.” Alexandra declared, her voice decisive and soft, “You look incredible.”

Rebecca nodded enthusiastically. “It’s perfect for your birthday dinner. You deserve to shine after the year you’ve had.”

Ace tilted her head lovingly, studying her reflection while looking at the two girls. “You two are a girl's best friend. You should find something too!”

“It’s not about us!” Rebecca protested, grinning as she linked arms with Ace. “It’s your birthday, and you should feel amazing.”

“I do!” She assured looking at herself again. “Let me call Kelly and show her, then we can be on our way.” The two girls smiled and nodded with a ��no rush’. 

After a very enthusiastic facetime where Kelly said she looked like a princess, she bought the dress and went back to the hotel where Lando was waiting for her. “Hi baby.” He greeted excitedly when he saw her. 

“Hi amour.” She giggled as he hugged her and tossed her into the bed. “You enjoy your day out?” He asked, seeing the garment bag. “Yeah, they convinced to get a new dress for my birthday.” She chuckled. “Of course they did.” Lando chuckled with her. “How long until we need to leave for dinner tonight?” She asked snuggling into his chest eyes closing.

“I’ll wake you up, just nap, baby.” He smiled down at the woman on his chest who had let sleep overtake her. “I love you.” He whispered, before setting an alarm and falling asleep with her.

Dinner was fun as always, having everyone together was always a joy, especially when their was drama. Ace and Lando were sat a seat away from Max when George walked in last, there was only one seat and the hush in the room made Ace and Lando squeeze each others thighs to retain their laughter.

George effectively moved that chair to sit on the opposite end of the table and Ace cleared her throat. “Drinks, anyone?” She asked and Max snorted at her inability to let anything get too awkward. 

Media day was more of a ‘one-last-time’ day. They took their team photo and Ace had a conference while Lando was in the media pen. 

Friday was a big day, waking up to the announcement from Max and Kelly. She made sure to give Max an extra long hug, even though she already knew. “Don’t start crying again.” He begged, making her threaten to run him into the wall. “Don’t let George hear you.” He teased and she flew into a fit of laughter.

Both her mom and two of her cousins, and most of Lando’s family were present this weekend too, the love and support were in the air this weekend

She was out in FP1 as it was her turn to give up her car for a junior driver. She was on the pitwall though, still mixed in the action. FP2 was great for her and Lando, coming P1 and P2.

She was coming into quali day confidently, and having topped FP3 she was ready for quali. 

Walking from the hub to the garage her and Lando were surrounded by kids asking for autographs. They loved the little ones and tried to get to them all, but they were against the clock. They signed what they could before finding an opening in the crowd and speeding through it. Both were quiet as they focused in on themselves. Getting into the garage they parted with a small kiss. “Stay safe.” They whispered to each other before going to their respective sides.

She made it into q3 as normal, P3 at that and then got time deleted.

“Ace, that lap was deleted. Turn 1.”

“Fuck man.”

“Head down, just go again, you have time.”

So Ace did just that, she was ready. About halfway through her out-lap Rupert came back on. 

“Your time was reinstated. You are currently in P3.”

“Merci, mon Dieu.” She sighed. “I’m still going for this one. I can do better.”

Ace took off fresh off the line, her whole lap was brilliant. “Good lap, that’s provisional.”

“Where’s Lando?”

“On a fast-lap right now.”

As Ace did her cool down lap Rupert came back. “Lando P1, you are P2. Great laps today.”

Ace hit her hands against her steering wheel. “Yeah, happy for the team. I can do better tomorrow though.”

Ace does not seem happy at all.

She does not if her hitting her wheel is anything. She had great pace today, was hoping for a pole i assume.

And for a second there we thought she had it!

Right! But we have to wait for tomorrow because turn 1 always brings us some drama.

Ace parked next to Lando in parc ferme with a sigh. She unclipped and got out of the car, going to congratulate Lando. She wouldn’t ruin this for him. “Family is over there.” He pointed when she pulled off her balaclava sluggishly. “Go say hi!” She laughed as he practically bounced.

“Wanna wait.” He said quickly, aka making her rush. She laughed un-doing her four twists as Lando waited impatiently. “Alright, alright!” She said as Lando pulled her over. She immediately went over to her maman who hugged her happily. “Fier de toi chérie.” Ace smiled happily. “Merci, maman.” 

She hugged her cousin Genevive, then her cousin Marc -who ruffled her hair knowing she hated it. She hugged all of Lando’s family as well before she had to do interviews. She put her hat on quickly and grabbed the mic from Lando.

“Ace, P2 on the day. So close to that first pole position, but another front row start and a dream start for the McLaren team. Just the conditions we saw yesterday, a bit cooler a bit windier, how tricky was it out there.” James introduced and asked her. Ace nodded along as hhe spoke before lifting the mic up.

“Uh, yeah, it was a bit tricky today, compared to last night, uh, it took us a bit of time to find our pace and put promising times on the board, but we got there in the end, uh, great result for the team, happy with my last lap, wish I could do it again, but…” she chuckled, “P2 is still a good spot, and it's great for the team.”

“You had that little situation there with the track limits. Where the last lap was taken away, then it was reinstated, what’s that conversation like between you and the engineer during that time where you're not sure if you get to keep the lap or not?”

Ace chuckled at her normal radios, “it’s usualu me cursing in French and my engineer trying to calm me down.” She said honestly with a laugh, “But in these situations where its a high maybe, he doesn’t tell me if its under review, because i’ll panic. He just tells me it’s deleted, do another one. It ended up being faster anyway, not fast enough, but it was reassuring having a backup plan.”

“Front row lockout obviously for the team, but how important is it for the team to carry that momentum into the winter?”

“Yeah, I mean, the biggest goal is winning the championship, that’s what we are focused on tomorrow. I’m sure we’d both love to win the race, but we'd love the championship even more, so we will make sure we accomplish that and have some fun tomorrow.” She answered strategically.

“Well good luck with that. Congratulations on P2. Ace Giovanelli!” She waved at everyone in the stands and handed the mic to Carlos. She finally got to her water and walked over to Lando and Terry Crews.

“You did great out there.” he complimented when he saw her, giving her a high-five. “Thank you!” She laughed. “Almost got him in the end.” She continued nudging her head at Lando and wrapping her arm around his waist. “You’ll get him soon.” Terry laughed. “I’ll just steal his engine, can’t go anywhere without it.” She teased and Lando shook his head, “I’ll inform the team to keep my car under lock and key.” As they laughed Carlos came beside them as they had to take their picture.

Ace went to Lando’s right with Carlos on the left as Lando fixed his hat. The two looked at each other with a smile knowing their teammate. They posed for the picture and Carlos and Ace went off as Lando signed the Pole Tire and posed with Terry.

When their photoshoot was done the trio walked off. “Onto Sunday?” Lando asked as he did every Saturday. “Onto Sunday.”

•••

taglist: @unlikelystay

[sushis-wild-imagination]

Battling my head (Dokyeom x reader)

As a migraine girlie, I just want someone to take care of me when I’m going through it, that’s exactly what this is.

Genre: : fluff fluff only fluff

I WANT A dokyeom in my life. Im open to fic requests!

Seventeen fics Masterlist

"Can you spot her?" Dokyeom asks you over the loud music.

You shake your head feeling a little uneasy already. It was a little too loud and you hadn't gotten enough sleep last night.

You were at a party with Dokyeom, it was one of your best friend's birthdays and she decided the club would be the best place to celebrate so her single self could get some guys to take home. You chuckled at her idea when she pitched it to you, but of course went along.

She also mentioned you could bring your boyfriend of 2 years, Dokyeom, to the party because her brother is good friends with Dokyeom and he's going to be there too.

You knew your migraine was going to act up, like you could feel it coming, the lack of sleep and the loud music with the strong stench of alcohol everywhere. It makes you want to escape somewhere safe.

Dokyeom saw your face looking uncomfortable. He put his hands on your ears covering it. He just raised his eyebrows as if asking if you're okay. You gave him a tired smile and nod softly. It was too loud to talk.

You were already fatigued. This migraine already drained the energy out of you. You felt guilty to leave even, because it was your best friend's birthday, you have to be here. There is no excuse, you tell yourself and go around looking for her to hand her her gift. Dokyeom following a few steps behind you holding your free hand.

You finally found her, wearing the dress you had picked out a few days ago, a shimmering blue with her hair and nails done with a birthday girl sash over her body. You find the rest of your girl group with their boyfriends too. Dokyeom spots Wonwoo, the brother and they end up chitchatting about something while you talk to your best friend about the boys she met tonight and also had her her gift.

Talking to her was distracting and it momentary helped you forget about the killer headache you were having. She loved the new studded wrist watch you bought her, since her's had recently stopped working. You thought it was the perfect gift. She puts it on right away.

"Let's go dance" she says excited and pulls you to the middle of the club where you could feel the bass of the music in your chest and head. It did not help the situation at all, but you hated the idea of ditching your friend on her birthday, so you just put up with it.

After a while, you're left alone because she's has gone with some random guy dancing so you find your way back to Dokyeom sitting in one of the booths. You couldn't even stand straight without feeling like you were losing balance. It was getting out of hand. You plop yourself next to your boyfriend and put your head on his shoulder closing your eyes, it only made you more dizzy. The whole room was spinning. You could feel Dokyeom’s hand caressing your cheek while he continues talking to Wonwoo.

Wonwoo soon excuses himself to go find his sister while Dokyeom turns to you.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asks you pecking the side of your head.

You nod cuddling closer. He hands you a bottle of water to drink from incase you were just dehydrated and that intensifies the headache.

"I think we should get back, take a shower and lay down in a quiet dark room, get some sleep" he says to you and you nod at that. There was only so much holding out you could do.

Dokyeom found your best friend and told her you were leaving, she was dejected but she understood how bad your migraines could get.

The ride back was horrible with the motion sickness and the car.

When you got home, he helped you get out of your heels and you went in to take a shower.

"It's okay, I'm standing right outside," he reassures and soothes you anxious self.

Sometimes the anxiety around lightheadedness makes you shiver and shake, like you're going to faint and no one is going to be around to help you. These thoughts really skyrocketed your anxiety. You've had multiple instances of dizzy spells and passing out because of migranes, something you've been battling all your life.

Anything could trigger a migraine attack. It was the worst thing.

You just wanted to wash up quickly before you possibly pass out. Dokyeom knew this fear and kept singing in the room to just indicate he’s here without outright telling you. His voice really soothes you.

You wash up as quickly as possible and bolt out. The headache felt a little better now that you were calmer.

Dokyeom had your pjs ready for you and he went in to take a quick shower.

You change and jump into bed as soon as possible.

A few moments later dokyeom joins you smelling like flowers.

You immediately turn to cuddle his torso while he lays next to you with his head propped up on his elbow.

“I’m sorry we had to leave early because of me” you almost felt guilty because he couldn’t enjoy the party.

“No party will come close to this” his hands brush your hair softly. “Don’t be sorry, its not your fault, I like taking care of you”

“It was too loud”

“It really was, or maybe I’m just getting old” he laughs.

You could feel his laugh through his belly.

The lights were low, with only some moonlight coming into the room through the window. His fingers were fidgeting with yours in the dark. The fidgeting turns into a thumb wrestling match and suddenly he’s whispering thumb wrestling commentary.

“Player (y/n) almost had it, but there he is, Legendary Player Lee Dokyeom, coming back from the cages of defeat, and will he strike, will he attack”

It makes you giggle and he finally lets you win.

“Indeed, a winner of my heart, and a winner of thumb wrestling”

You chuckle at his cheesy line. He’d do anything to get a laugh out of you. He loves the sound of your giggles. Almost like he takes pride in making you laugh.

“Sing for me” you cuddled into him further.

“Anything for you, Player (y/n)” he says pecking your head.

He whispers a beautiful song, only for the two of you. The one thing that worked better than medicine for your headache was dokyeom’s voice.

His voice fought all the battles in your head for you.

“I love you”

The last thing you say before you drift into dreamland.

[airandyeah]

By The Beach Merman Nanami X Reader pt.7

My Masterlist for more chapters ANGST, but not all hell has broken loose yet, uhm, yall are gonna hate me at the end of this chap.....Y/N being just a girl. THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR READING! LOVE YOU ALL!!!

After the incident where Kento walked in while Y/N was streaming, she got 2 types of comments. The "Oh he's so handsome! Who is he?!", or..... "He's literally too hot for you, he deserves a *real* woman, not you". Which of course, was hurtful. She couldn't really care less though, not when Kento was so sweet, not when he convinced her to throw out the alcohol and stop using the pills in excess. Kento had yet to inform her of his....unfortunate deal. He wasn't concerned though, you loved him. You told him that you loved him. So you did.... right? ~~~ Y/N had realized that Kento didn't really have a birthday, but she wanted to do something special for him today. So in came the decorations. What better way to put up beach decor than to listen to Chappell Roan while doing it? Of course Casual was a good decision, the decoration choices reflecting the song. I've heard so many rumors That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch Y/N puts up the seashells from weeks of collection on the beach, decorating them in a heart shape, as the oven dings in the kitchen, signaling the cake was done. I thought you thought of me better Someone you couldn't lose She grabbed the pretty blue blankets she bought at the store a few days ago, laying them on the floor with some sea green bean bags. Two weeks and your mom invites me to her house in Long Beach Is it casual now? She strung up pretty fairy lights and put blue tissue paper over them, giving the room a pretty blue, almost stained glass look. She decorated the cake before putting it between the blankets and bean bags, adding unlit candles. Dumb love, I love being stupid Dream of us in a year Maybe we'd have an apartment And you'd show me off to your friends at the pier She finished up the song. She didn't feel good about it. She thought the song would be good design inspo because of the music video... but now? Now she has her doubts. She didn't even really know Kento, she didn't know him before having legs. Didn't know his friends. His life. How could you love someone you don't actually.... Know? ~~~ I'm pedal to the metal, make no mistake This is my pity party, pity party And I'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke Spiritual revolt from the waist down, from the waist down After waiting for what felt like forever, you decided to look for him. You walked the shoreline for a while before seeing a figure on the ground. It was like that night. You ran towards the slumped figure only to gasp and stumble backwards. Kento. And he had his tail back. These are the last blues we're ever gonna have Let's see how deep we get The glow of the cities below lead us back To the places that we never should have left He's flailing fruitlessly, unable to breath oxygen and needing to get back into the water as you crawl over to him, panicked tears filling your eyes as his hazel eyes met yours in pain and almost.... betrayal. The last, the last, the last The last, the last, the last The last, the last, the last The last, the last, the last You slid next to him and pushed him with great struggle into the water, sobbing wildly as he finally settles into shallow. "K-Kento, w-what happened?!", you finally cry, tears streaming wildly. He shakes his head, looking absolutely crushed. I'm sifting through sand, sand, sand, sand Looking for pieces of broken hourglass Trying to get it all back, put it back together As if the time had never passed I know I should walk away, know I should walk away But I just want to let you break my brain And I can't seem to get a grip No, no matter how I live with it He shakes his head, before swimming off into the ocean. All you can do is sit and stare where he used to be, hyperventilating and sobbing. The last blues we're ever gonna have Let's see how deep we'll get The glow of the cities below lead us back To the places that we never should have left He's gone..... Kento. Is gone. The last (The last, the last, the last) The last (The last, the last, the last) The last (The last, the last, the last) The last (The last, the last, the last)

That's all for this one! Please don't hate meeee Love you all!!! Taglist: @kiel-luvsripples

[alder-saan]

I'll keep you safe (part 2)

Brienne & teen! gn! reader

Flufffffffffff

Warnings : none

Word count : ~1800

Brienne comes back, the day of your 14th birthday.

Part 1 : I'll keep you safe (part 1)

Part 3 : I'll keep you safe (part 3)

tag list : @wolf22moon

Today, you were fourteen. Actually, you didn't know precisely when your birthday was, so you decided a date yourself. The chosen date was June the 18th, the day you met Brienne, five years ago.

During these years, Sansa Stark really helped you. You were educated by the same preceptors as her children. You had a room near theirs. She bought you the same clothes as she did for her daughter and sons. You had gone from being a slave to a highborn in a few days, although you didn't officially have the rank.

Today was a good day. You knew it. Firstly, it was sunny, and you always liked sunny days. Secondly, you knew Cathlyn, Sansa's first daughter, who was two years younger than you, would give you an embroidery of what you imagined your coat of arms to be if you ever became a noble person: a barn owl with broken shackles. You loved barn owls. You tamed one, and named her Banshee. She would sleep in your room all day and go out to hunt at dusk. As you dressed up, she landed on your windowsill and gave a little cry to get your attention. You walked to her caressed her white belly. She flew to perch on a wooden beam, hidden from the sun.

"Good day, Banshee!"

And finally, you were fourteen, which meant Brienne would agree to take you with her. You put on your boots and vigorously opened the door. The sound the door made startled a maid walking in the corridor.

"'Morning, Sheya, I'm sorry for the noise."

"Good morning, Y/N, and happy birthday!"

You gave her a big smile.

"Cathlyn told me she was waiting for you in the courtyard. She has a surprise for you"

"Thank you, Sheya"

You ran down the stairs, and opened the door that led to the outside corridor. You almost jumped the few wooden steps down to the courtyard. Unfortunately, you stumbled and fell on the ground.

"You want to break a leg on your birthday?"

You froze. That voice. She was here!

"Brienne!"

You rose in a flash. She was a few steps farther, smiling at you, the reins of her mare in her hand, as if she just arrived. You jumped around her neck. You heard her laugh.

"That's good to see you, Y/N."

"Here to fulfill your promise ?"

"Exactly. And to give you a birthday present."

Cathlyn approached you.

"Happy birthday, Y/N." She said, with a sad smile.

She knew you were about to leave. She handed you the embroidery. You took it. As you guessed it, a barn owl with broken shackles, but she added wild roses. Your name was in the corner. As you had no last name, Sansa gave you one, the way orphans got their names : the month they were found, or the name of those who found them. So you were Y/N June. The fabric smelled of her perfume. You liked that smell, but never admitted it.

"That is beautiful, thank you, Cathlyn." You gave her the biggest smile. Yes, leaving her hurt, but you knew you would be back.

"Don't go, please..."

"I'm sorry, I promise I'll go back to Winterfell for you. And I'll send you letters."

"You promise?"

"I promise. And I always make good on my promises."

She nodded, somewhat reassured.

"If you want to see me before leaving, I'll be in my room."

The red haired girl left you. You waved at her. Brienne stroke your hair.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

You blushed.

"What, no! She's just a friend."

"Of course. So, you want to go with me?"

"Yes! I want to be a knight like you!"

"Then follow me, you must choose your present."

"I can choose?"

"Of course, you always have to choose these kind of presents."

You were curious and followed her out of the castle. What kind of present did you need to choose? A sword?

"You must know, living my life isn't easy. Ask Pod' about this, he'll tell you about when we slept outside while it was raining, and-."

"Are you trying to dissuade me?"

"Not at all, I'll be glad to teach you all I know and to make you a knight. But don't take this path lightly, and I only want the best for you. You may lose some feathers."

(A/N : I do not know if you say that in English but it's a French expression "y laisser des plumes", and it means "not come out unharmed", as R's animal and coat of arms is an owl, in found that pretty accurate...)

"I'm ready. Always have been. Anyway, I owe Sansa a debt. When you have knighted me, I will pledge my allegiance to her."

"To her or to her daughter?" she smirked.

"Stop saying that! She's just a friend!" You hesitated but finally said "I may pledge my allegiance to Cathlyn though..."

She smiled, seeing you all flustered to talk about this amused her. You were fourteen, now... Nearly an adult. She remembered that night when you slept in her arms. That seemed so far away... You had grown up, and become more confident. It warmed his heart. When she found you, you were so scared, so weak. She regretted a little that she hadn't seen you change, but was very proud of what you had become.

She led you to a meadow in which many horses were eating grass. a saddle was placed on the fence. A man, probably the owner of the horses, watched you arrive and greeted the both of you. The horses raised their head while you approached.

"They all are young horses, you can choose the one you want." She told you

"You-you are offering me a horse?"

"Yes, you'll need one. Unless you want to follow me on foot."

"But that's to expensive, you can't just-"

"Shhh. Now take the saddle. You can try them, they have all been trained. But keep in mind that you should choose a strong horse, rather than a fast one. He will also have to carry your luggage, and sometimes we will be walking for a long time."

You took the saddle and observed the dozen horses. They were all different. Some were really tall, other were small. Black horses, mouse grey, bay, tobiano... But one perlino caught your eye. Thin, 5'4 at the withers, its coat glittered as if it was made of gold. You loved the way it matched with Banshee's feathering. You entered the meadow. The horses did not seem to be bothered by your presence and looked at you curiously. The more daring ones moved their necks towards you and you stroked their muzzles. The one you wanted approached you. You put your hand on its neck. You set up the saddle and put on the bridle. It was breathing calmly.

Brienne was watching you. The man too.

"They chose a good horse. This breed may not seem very strong, but it is, it comes from the Dothraki's lowlands. But its strength is its endurance. Very loyal too, they can create a real bond with their horseman. They sometimes can be really stubborn, nevertheless, Absinth is soft... for the breed standarts. ." He said.

You didn't heard him. You were focus on riding this new horse. And it was magical. It's walk was smooth, its trot was kind of strange but not uncomfortable, and its canter and gallop were just... so cool. He was fast. You wondered if Brienne would accept you to choose this one. Yes, it didn't seem strong. But it was shining ! And since you had no shining armour, you needed a shining horse. After galloping for a few minutes, you stopped and dismounted from the horse.

"I choose that one!" you said.

"You sure? You don't want to try to ride an other?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay then. I'll buy you this one."

"Thank you, Brienne!"

You went out the meadow and hugged her. She was a bit surprised, but held you back. You felt safe in her arms. This was one of the best feelings in the world. Her heartbeat. You loosened your embrace and looked at her blue eyes.

"I'll repay you. Once I have enough money."

"Don't. This is a gift. My father bought me my first horse, and since you don't have parents, I buy it for you." She said.

"But-"

"I don't want you to repay me, okay? If you do, I refuse."

The man gave you the horse, and Brienne gave him a purse of gold back.

"Your mare's name is Absinth, but since it was only for the census, you can choose another one." The man said.

You nodded. You had to find a super cool name for her, a name that would match with Banshee...

"The saddle is one of mine. The bridle too. You can keep them, I don't use them since I have others. It's not the best quality, but it will suffice until you find something better." Brienne informed you

"I don't know what to say, I-"

She smiled. You were cute, not knowing how to act.

"Just thank me. You don't have to say anything else."

"Thank you then."

"Now let's go back to the castle."

You two, and your mare, went back to Winterfell. You were so proud. You had your own horse. And she was so beautiful. And Brienne had bought it for you, as a parent would do.

...

As a parent would do.

You looked at her, while she was walking a few steps before you. A parent. She was like a parent for you... She saved you, gave you a home, and took care of you by sending you presents and things during these five years. Every time she went to Winterfell, she trained you in swordsmanship and horsemanship. You loved her, as you loved a mother.

"Brienne?"

"Yes?"

"You know... You're the closest thing I have to a parent."

"I..."

"You don't have to say anything. I know this must seem weird."

"I thought you would feel that about Sansa."

"Sansa never acted around me as she acted around Cathlyn, Eddard and Rob. I really like her, but I don't feel like her child."

"You're the closest thing I have to a child."

You stopped. Was that true? Your eyes widened, you felt tears in them. It may not have been worthy of a knight, but it was okay, you weren't one yet. She gave you a big smile and opened her arms. You snuggled up to her. Your mare understood that was a cuddle and she rubbed her muzzle against your head.

"She is smart, have you found a name for her?"

"Kelpie!"

"That's scary, you want to intimidate your opponents?"

"Yes! I want them to fear me! After all, I'll be the second best knight in the whole world."

"Why the second?"She asked

"You'll always be the best."

"Vile flatterer."

You escaped from her embrace and took her hand. You walked to Winterfell.

The next morning, before the sunrise, you were ready to go. All your belongings were packed, you had found a birdcage for Banshee. You left a letter to Cathlyn, under her room's door. She would miss you.

And you went with Brienne, on Kelpie's back, to become a knight.

_________________________________________

And that's the end.

Hope you liked it !

[komaedatulpa]

SO, back in December of 2023 I think I was in a call with @monokumafightclub and @siromany browsing etsy for DR stuff and one of the things that came up was this cursed Komaeda painting. Now I am not calling it cursed JUST because it is cursed but also it was titled such. I was enamored by this painting. It reminded me of the Fluttershy painting that was gifted to me by a friend of mine which was found in an Amvets. The description of the piece said,

"Acrylic and oil-based painting. Nagito Komaeda from Super Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair. Proudly painted on a Sunday afternoon"

Simple yet intriguing. I knew I HAD to get this painting but I waited till after the holidays to buy it. A day after my birthday I purchased the painting by CursedCactiCreations and I waited. SO this is where things got kind of weird. So it was supposed to be shipped by March 20th and well it didn't go that way. Concerned I messaged the seller, three days passed and nothing. I emailed the seller, still nothing. I then got etsy to help me with this. I was starting to worry that something happened to the seller. We are still in a pandemic after all but also a part of me began to think the painting was maybe JUST MAYBE was actually cursed. Eventually the seller got back to me apologizing for the long delay but also that they painted the Komaeda piece four years ago back when they were high school. That they created the piece when their school shut down due to Covid. They put for sale and just went on with their life. Funnily, the piece was painted on a Sunday. Anyway it eventually got shipped out and I FINALLY got my hands on it. I wasn't upset by how long it took because I got something from all of this, the Komaeda experience. I went through the despair of waiting for the painting for a long while but then I achieved the hope of gaining said piece. I am glad I made this person happy I bought their art piece of a very cursed Komaeda.

ALSO, you may notice my pinboard which has DR stuff which yeah. I am making a pin board of DR characters I like.

ALSO ALSO, I am posting this on Komaeda's birthday I notice.

[ickbite]

NEVER MET

2. She looks just like you!

Last. Masterlist. Next.

"mommy, i—i wanted to watch Hee but my tablet wo—won't work," Y/Ns five year old sobbed, her lip was pouted tapping her small, chubby fingers against the device.

Y/N and her daughter, jaeden, stood in the kitchen of their apartment that the mother had bought in Seoul. Y/N worked as a cafe waitress which didn't pay enough for an actual house but paid enough for just their small apartment, it was just the two of them though so it's not like it mattered.

"jae, baby, your tablet is just dead, if you put it on the charger, you can watch Hee in an hour, alright?" Y/N squatted down to her daughters level, grabbing the tablet and putting it on the nearest charger.

Who the fuck was Hee? Y/N had no clue what the kids watched these days, she was raised off of "the better shows;" invader zim, powerpuff girls, teen titans, etc. she was never too big on kids, even though she managed to take care of her own child for five years, and she did a pretty good job at it (if she says so herself).

"okay, uncle Soobin is coming over, okay? He'll be watching you while i'm at work," Y/N informed her daughter who wasn't paying attention, Jae was just mumbling nonsense while aggressively picking up a red marker and pressing it on the paper.

"i literally can't believe you're actually here,” Sunghoon sighed as he watched his three friends enter the cafe.

“You wanted us to, I have the evidence,” Heeseung shrugged.

“You have to sing, sir,” Kahei mumbled to the boy she was training, her and Y/N were taking turns teaching him the ways of the cafe.

“Yeah, Hee, sing,” Jake laughed, putting his hand up to his mouth to conceal his laugh.

Heeseung got out his camera, turning it on quickly and turning it towards the boy.

Sunghoon sighed, “welcome to Cafe Melody, how many?” He said with a smile (obviously forced).

“For three please,” Jay laughed out, the boys couldn’t get over how weird Sunghoon looked.

“Right this way,” Kahei stood up from her seat, walking the boys to a booth.

“Welcome to Cafe Melody, may I take your order?” Y/N had a smile on her face as she opened her notepad, taking the pen that was set behind her ear into her hand.

“Can I get the melodycakes?” Jay pointed to a picture of the red-colored pancakes that was on the menu.

“Got it, and y….. Heeseung?” Y/N lifted an eyebrow.

"you know her?" Jay whispered.

"she's an ex from high school."

"so how have you been doing since

we broke up? any good things?"

"actually, i've become a streamer—"

"streaming for all those years finally

paid off, huh?" Y/Ns smile visibly lit up,

even though she didn't like the man anymore, she was glad he achieved his dream.

"how've you been holding up?"

"i'm good, i live in an apartment nearby,

i have a daughter, this job pays well,

there's not much to tell about me, i'm

still the same soana as i was five years

ago."

Y/M knew she would regret telling her own childs father that she had a daughter but Jaeden was Y/N's greatest creation, of course she wanted to brag.

"you have a daughter?"

Y/N nodded, pulling out her

phone to show the two her lockscreen,

which was a picture of jae from her

fifth birthday. Y/N turned around to where she heard footsteps and saw Sunghoon sitting people at a table, “I have to go anyways, I’ll be back with your food.”’

Jake and Jay were flabbergasted, their mouths were parted as they waved Y/N make her leave.

"she looks exactly like you..." Jake whispered.

Watch was true, Jaeden looked almost identical to Heeseung.

"don't be stupid, Jake, obviously she doesn’t."

"did you ever have sex with the waitress?" Jay asked. true, the question that was meant to be a joke, but what took the two by surprise is when he refused to answer.

"WOAH, HEE—"

"shut up!"

"achoo!"

"are you okay, bunny?" Vivi asked, the girl who had just come back to the hostess booth.

"that's odd i hardly ever sneeze," Y/N mumbled, sniffling a few times before

walking to the designated group to

pass them their coffee.

"maybe someone's talking about you."

"don't be weird!"

———————

@isyluvr @rizz00 @deobitifull @jakesimsimcard

[henriiiii-1001]

( John Sparks and George Banks making Six feel like he's sane again ) *invading church* G : DUDE! YOU GOTTA HELP, JOHN GOT STUCK IN THE FENCE! S : What? G : JOHN GOT STUCK IN THE FENCE! S : *turns to Luci* L : *puts two fingers up and disappears* S : .... Fine, I'll help

-le epic timeskip-

Six, seeing John's situation : Oh okay J : You two gonna help me or not?! S : How tf did you get your neck stuck in the fence anyway? J : It was a dare by my mother S : ....

-Six manages to get John's neck out of the fence but now they're gonna make the rest of his night unbearable-

J : So what's your name btw? Six, thinking of a fake name in 2 seconds : Uh.. Sullivan! G : Like that story of the big ass man who got stuck in the island with the miniature tiny people? S : Is- Is that supposed to be an insult? J : Definitely a compliment, usually he says much worse than just that S : Huh Oh and btw, the man's name was Gulliver, not Sullivan G : .... I'm hopeless

-12 seconds later-

J : Oh wait, we forgot to ask, what's your age? S : Why? G : We need to know if you're the grandson or the grandpa S : OK I'm.... 29! J : Booo that number sucks! G : You're headed to retirement already lmao S : :(

-21 seconds to later- S : Sooo, are you best friends or just regular friends? Cause you seem pretty close John, turning around to G : Ten seconds before midnight- Hi George, let's be friends *George has chosen violence* J : OW! WTF DUDE?! Help, he's trying to shove his fist in my nose! G : I'm sorry! J : What are you sorry about?! G : That I'm almost 19 and your birthday was only 2 months ago! J : You hate me because my birthday is on November?! G : Yes! Because I hate every month that don't include vacations! S : Oh good lord- Guys, stop that! Stop that! -le epic timeskip-

S : Okay, now that you two have ceased your crazy fight, you apologize! :D J : ... G : ... I don't know S : Are you afraid of being vulnerable? G : I only have one fear S : And that is...? G : That the police will find out what I did in 1988 S : Uhh.... J : He's a wanted criminal in 40 states

-le epic timeskip part 2-

G : Jo is immune to alternates because his house is a labyrinth. Just his living room has 1 million boxes everywhere- J : I'm moving! G : The alternates just walk into his house and are like "what the fuck is this place?" J : I'm moving, man! It's not my fault! S : Why Mandela of all counties? J : So me and my wife can perform tax evasion and not have a police constantly hunting us down S : ... G : Once he finally gets a woman to like him lol Six, mentally : (This some big brain moment)

-1 hour later-

Six : John, I'm getting really worried cause all you bought at the convenience store was like, two bags full of energy drinks and a weeks worth of potato chips J : It's my diet G : In case you couldn't tell, he's addicted to unhealthy shit J : To me every person above 20 is an asshole, so I'm on my slow but steady trip of dying of a heart attack before my 20th birthday S : That's- That's your goal in life? J : Yep! Maybe- Maybe when I go down to hell, Satan will name me "stupid of the year" S : Yeah, I'll call him and ask him to do that J : Will I get a bronze star for 'stupid of the year'? G : You're gonna get the fucking golden star J : That's my fucking dream S : He's gonna put a golden star sticker right in the middle of your forehead that says "stoopid of the year" J : Yay! :D

(silliness taking over me be like)

no idea who these guys are but this is cute! not sure if six would help a bunch of teenagers out of the blue (esp if they're trying to break into st gabriel's. if that's where they are) , but one can dream

[solar-tl-27]

You said you have a collection of old electronics, can you show some?

I can! It’s very small and not that impressive but i’m a bit of a nerd. (It’s…. It’s all Nintendo lol and not old old)

FIRST OFF MY CONSOLES

I personally own

An original gameboy i recently got from a family member because they were clearing out stuff and knew i liked old stuff. It’s coroded and needs a good clean for it to properly work again but I honestly just want it for show because i own the gba sp which hurts my eyes less.

My gameboy advance sp i have owned since i was little this thing is a champ! It doesn’t power on normally and i have to do a whole start up ritual but she’s strong!

Then we have my ds lite. Iiii used to own like 3 of these but my last remaining one recently decided it had seen enough and …. Snapped in two. It survived a very rough life for a while i was an extremely clumsy kid and that thing got dropped… so often. I actually managed to score this new one for like 25 euro’s at a con. Cuz it didn’t come with a charger or stylus, but thankfully i own plenty of stylus’s. And another fender SOLD THE CHARGERS FOR CHEAP! I also got 2 games and ended up with a whole new ds lite for like 50 euro’s!

And finally my baby my problem child… my new 3ds xl. I was originally gonna get a 3ds for my birthday but when at the store the guy told us that if we waited just a little the new 3ds would actually come out so waiting for that would probably be better (and more expensive) so we did! This bad boi has survived sooo long. The paint on the back started to chip so I actually got an accessory that works as a stand and a hand grip so your hands don’t cramp up. and it has had a screen replacement and a joystick replacement. But he’s still going strong!

I also own a switch but it’s not really old and didn’t have it on hand.

Next up the games

I got these with the og game boy i got from family so tbh they aren’t my choices tbf

Out of all of these I’m probably the most interested in kirby. So these are also more to look at in comparison to my other games.

Then we have my gba games! And Pokémon silver but I couldn’t find it.

First up my copy of Pokémon fire red! I got it for cheap plated it a bit then restarted and for a second I thought my screen had finally quit life because i was face to face with a yellow ratata THANKFULLY I actually like ratata and raticate on my team so i threw a ball at it… only to be transported to the pokedex menu and go…. Wait a minute…OH MY GOD! So I accidentally caught a shiny 😅 i named her Shimmer and haven’t touched that save file since.

Then we have 2 games I bought PURELY for nostalgia

A barbie game to get hyped for the barbie movie

And disney princess royal adventure I LOVE THAT GAME honestly if anyone wants to just play a feel good cozy walking game with little minigames this is such a nice game the graphics are fantastic and it’s just soooooo cozy (it is a glorified walking sim though…. It’s mostly walking walking and more walking)

A true delight tho!

Next up

DS GAMES here my true personality shows!

Pony friend and professor layton I owned since i was little and I finally completed professor Laytona few years ago! I’m not a puzzle person but godddd i love prof layton games!

Furthermore lps beach friends, lps garden and style boutique are recent purchases!

I got back into lps a while ago and am very excited for the new 2024 peta but they made me soooo nostalgic for the games so at a local con I basically ordered my friends to help me look for the games! I ended up finding lps beach friends together with style boutique another franchise i adore and later purchased lps garden online! The games are great! You also may have burned down a bakery in the friend’s series BUTTT THATS NOT IMPORTANT lol

Style boutique I purchased because i am on a quest i’m on the hunt TO OWN EVERY VERSION i own 1 and 3(technically 4) so i just need NEW style boutique and new style boutique 2!

And finally

The 3ds games (i also used to own Skylanders trap team 3ds but I LOST THE GAME)

Not including tomodatchi life and new style boutique 3

I was a Pokémon guy i loved it a lot

Pokemon x y is definitely my favorite from the 3ds era… not cuz it’s good…. But because lysandre and sycamore are just the best characters pokemon has eve made lol and i can see the potential in it (also furfrou my favorite Pokémon)

Oras is definitely the game i replay the most because it is a really good game

I love moon and ultra moon a lot aswell!

Zelda actually funny enough i … ended up bugging the game so hard in the first 30 minutes of playing…. I hard locked the game and I couldn’t progress 😅 that’s ehen I knew I wasn’t a zelda guy

And monster hunter story OMG ITS SO GOOD the anime was better at the execution of the story BUT THE GAMEE OOOOOOOOOO i wanna replay it so bad BUT I’M SO ATTACHED TO MY CHARACTER I JUST CANT RESET he’s my boi! MY SON!! I love the game and I’m playing 2…. But i never finished it due to reasons but from what i did play ITS GOOD but it destroyed the ending of the first anddd i dont like that.

Also i’m so excited for fashion dreamer to come out and i will get it(probably for Christmas as a little treat) and i will be super inspired and use it as outfit inspiration forrr my winx stuff! So that’s exciting!

I would own a lot more old old stuff if it wasn’t for the fact that static hurts my ears and my eyeballs also don’t like old screens SO MOSTLY JUST MY NINTENDO STUFF cuz i was the Nintendo kid from my town. My brother had a playstation my neighbors a pc and a close friend and xbox the great divide!

My favorite playstation game was tony hawk pro skater 2 lol

BUT THATS ALL FOR NOW THIS WAS SUPER LONG OKI BYE!

[coralinehecc]

Corals Monthly Update #3

HOHOHO!! FIRST BLOG POST OF 2023 AND I’M NEARLY 2 WEEKS LATE!!! Super sorry about the long wait! I’ve had tests recently and only got off of school like a few days ago haha! So! Welcome back to my monthly update on what I get up to in my life! Now, before we get into January, I, for the final time, have to tap back into the previous month. Curse past me for thinking the 21st was a good day to start doing these!!! ANYHOW! The rest of December and early January were a BLAST! But lemmie talk about what happened after I made the last update. CHRISTMAS!! I had a great time with my family and I got a bunch of fluffy things cuz that’s apparently the easiest thing to get me now. We also had dinner on Christmas day with my Grandparents like every year. Over-all that day was very fun! I even got drunk playing Minecraft which was funny for everyone in VC. The next few days weren’t anything exciting, however my brother Finn had a bunch of his friends over for his birthday which was chaotic. But the excitement picks back up on the 28th! BECAUSE SKYE AND VI CAME OVER FOR NEW YEARS!! We’ve been planning this since like, June, so it was awesome seeing them again! We did all kinds of stuff from shopping to playing some awesome games! (I am now chronically addicted to Ultra Kill thanks guys)

We even did some baking! Here is our glorious creation I dubbed, “The Jimothy”. 

Overall the rest of December was awesome! I’m glad I got to celebrate New Years with my besties! Overall, I’ll give it a 10/10! Best way to end 2022 >:D Here’s a few more misc photos hehehhehe

NOW! FOR JANUARY!! January started off still vibing with the guys. However they would then go home on the 4th which sucks. But before that, both Skye and I spent a lot of money on consoles that are almost as old as ourselves. They bought a fucking PS Vita and I got a motherfucking Wii. We both had fun with em and I even helped Skye homebrew their Vita since I wanted to put PebbleCD on it (I failed but shut uuup) But yea, sadly the guys had to go and it sucked! But I still had a great time. There’s a bit of a gap here right up until the 12th, where finally, the big event happened. CAREY IN THE HOUSE WENT LIVE!! I had finished it a few days prior but figured I’d build up hype by posting it on that Friday. AND IT SURE WORKED! The video blew up faster than any of my videos before it! I am so happy the response has been overwhelmingly positive. I also love how the only main complaint that was common amongst people was that Careys exaggerated accent was annoying which, yea can’t argue against. For anyone wishing for more CITH content, I did a behind the scenes mega thread over on my twitter if you wanna have a deeper look into the production! I’ll even link it here:  https://twitter.com/Carey_Black_/status/1619731723352444928 Now, to move onto why it took me forever to make an update. My mock exams.. BUT BEFORE THAT!! THERE’S ALSO THE FACT THAT MR WULF AND I WERE ABLE TO ARCHIVE THE ORIGINAL EDDSWORLD BANG BOOM SPLAT PROJECT FILE!!

This all started because Wulf wanted to edit the credits for his arcade BBS build since I was helping him out and since I said SWF modding is hard he just casually asked Psycosis and after seeing his WIP cabinet, gave Wulf the FLA! So a current “BBS arcade version” is in the works by yours truly thanks to both the generosity of Psycosis and the fact that Mr Wulf is a fucking mad man who could stop global warming in a month if he wanted to LOL! Here’s Wulfs finished Cabinet btw!:  https://twitter.com/MrWulfOfficial/status/1622295302685315073 But yea, for real. My mock exams were a pain! For those outside of Ireland or have a different name for em, Mock exams are, well, exams that act like a practice run for your finals. They’re always harder than the actual finals and are usually graded stricter too! Why? Who knows! The Irish education system is a joke. I feel like I did somewhat ok in them anyway? Some were definitely worse than others but overall it was more of an inconvenience. I did get this really cool art piece out of it however.

Exams would later spill over into February and like I said at the start, I finished and got off school a few days ago. Overall, this month was about a 7/10. It was pretty good, especially in the Eddsworld department, but mocks and other personal tid bits I didn’t mention here dragged it down for me. Since February seems to be mostly me being off school, I hope this month will be better haha! Only time will tell! Thank you for reading! And I hope to see you next month!! (Hopefully on time too haha!) 

[just-run-it-out]

About this week:

Absolutely ripped through all 3 hunger games books in under a week. I haven’t read them in about 10 years and I forgot how fun young adult fiction can be. It’s probably my favorite genre to read even as an adult

Currently reading the prequel book and probably going to pay for a month of Stan to rewatch all the movies

All of my Black Friday deliveries came this week including a fancy barbecue my bf and I spent too much money on. It’s opened up our desire to do even more work to our backyard like maybe put an awning in and pave or concrete more of the area so we can have furniture spread out (atm it’s contained to a small patch)

Have been unsuccessfully trying to get a tradie to come and do some ‘handyman’ things that I can’t do myself. A friend said her husband would do it and I think has forgotten and I found a guy on our local notice board who was meant to come today but is now ghosting me!

Work is finally quietening down and I can take a breather/take some time back during the day that im probably owed. It’s been a long year of constantly feeling busy (I do love my job though!)

Christmas shopping is basically all done! bf and I made an executive decision that 2 weeks ago would be our last trip to a shopping center until after Christmas and we’ve either bought everything we need or we can just buy it locally

It’s bf’s birthday this weekend. I’m hoping to book somewhere nice for dinner Saturday and I’ll give him his presents on Sunday (his actual birthday)

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag! 😌

I sent it last night haha my friends left around 1230 then I was up a bit longer just cleaning up. I think I finally went to sleep around 2 am. So right now I am tired, have a headache, hungry and cold lol

How are you today? Any fun plans for today or the week?

That sounds like a fun and crazy place to go to lol was it hard for the jello to come out of the syringe?

It reminds me of how I like to host parties. I always do like a theme and do creative stuff with the food and drinks. Like a couple years ago, for Halloween, I bought a bunch of skull shot glasses and did like an cherry schnapp drink. Then I made pigs in a blanket, but made it look like a mummy 😂

No, I haven't tried Korean cold noodles. Is that the one where you dip it in the broth? Yeah, the ramen place and sushi place I usually go to is at the food court in the mall. So they have just limited kinds of stuff. You know, I want to try hot pot and do Korean BBQ. But there is no place here in Omaha for that.

So when it's summer, do you just stay inside if it's really hot out? Or do you still do fun stuff like go to the lake or beach?

Ah I get what you mean then. That's not weird though haha I agree with you 😁 but then that's the hopeless romantic in me speaking 😅

Do you have any summer vacation plans?

-CuriousGeorge

Ah i see.. that was too bad. When u were up late, i fell asleep earlier 😅 if i stayed up i couldve accompany u through here while u were cleaning.😁

How r u feeling? R u feeling better?

What did u end up eating?

Im okay. Just tired n sleepy i dont know why. I dont have plans. I hv endless laundry to do 😅

Been trying to rearrange a bit of the living room n em's room so the big toys she got would fit without cluttering the house 😅 i actually feel claustrophobic right now with stuff all over the house, suitcases, laundry to fold. So im trying to make myself feel better.

This weekend, my husband's cousin might come visit, if not, maybe next weekend.

It was a fun place to go eat. The burger was pretty good. What's crazy is u can order up to 8 patties in the burger.. n if u weight over 250 or 300lb i think, u will eat free. Crazy.. what's irony is that restaurant is owned by a heart doctor.. the place is called heart attack grill or heart attack burger. (I forgot)

N yes the jello shot comes out of the syringe easily. 😁 n it tastes pretty strong.

Wow u sound creative decorating ur party. Would love to go to the party u have.😁

Yes some place serve cold noodle separated from the cold broth, some serve it in a cold broth but both get horseradish sauce in it or wasabi paste on the side that u can mix it in.

Ouuuuh hot pot and korean bbq is my favorite! I love them. Soupy ffood n grilled food r my favorite. Im not really a fan of fried food. I hope u can try them someday.

I mostly stay inside the house n let the ac on non stop.hahaha. i wont go out if i dont really have to. I dont like the heat nor getting tanned.🤣 i love the beach but not when it's really hot. 😅 i love how calm it is but when it's too hot, there r too many people n thats whn it makes me uncomfortable.

Ouh so u admit that u r hopeless romantic.. thats nice. I love romantic people, even though i dont think i am that romantic. But then again, like i told u, people who read my fluff thinks that im hopeless romantic 😁

We dont know yet. We plan either go on a cruise or florida or to Cali again for his birthday n his mom birthday so Em can spend time with her. N go to disneyland with his mom too.

I kinda told him the best decission would be go to cali so em can make core memories with her grandma. U?

Next question(s)

Cheerio!

[17caratssi]

My darling, honey ; Jeon Wonwoo

WARNING ! spicy part ahead (not detailed but still NSFW)

part 2 is here!

'Don't be nervous, don't be nervous' you screamed internally at the naughty thought you bore in mind. You are finally married to Jeon Wonwoo, your mom's friend's son and he was taking a shower in your very own room.

Just 8 years ago, you first met him at the clubhouse. He was a high school senior and five years older than you. It was love at first sight and you couldn't deny how much you yearned for his attention the whole year.

Learned that he has had no girlfriend since ever, you thought about standing no chance of being with him. Then, it became serious when you prayed to God every Sunday without your mom knowing.

After he finished his college entrance exam, you began to fret. He soon will leave the house for university and there must be many pretty girls he will lay eyes upon.

You felt like the probability decreases every passing year and it drove you insane. Until you actually pulled up some bravery and confessed to him.

He rejected you on the first attempt and the heartbreak was tremendous that you emptied 2 bottles of alcohol that night. He had to take you home and into your room. Your mom trusted him since she had seen him growing up before her eyes.

It was then, in your room, Wonwoo discovered your love for him wasn't casual. And little did you know, he had asked you. "Did you really like me?"

Your mind was in a haze and subconsciously you clung around him and whined. "Why you don't like me? I like you, i like you, i like you,"

Wonwoo was feeling overwhelmed by the proclamation. He concealed his bewilderment and pushed you away, saying, "You reek of alcohol," While you really smelled not the nicest, Wonwoo lied you down properly and tucked you in, lest you catch a cold.

Deep down, Wonwoo had no idea why you would like him. He found himself thinking about your love profession and every encounter at the clubhouse made him slightly guilty.

You still pined for him and it seemed like your prayers had been answered the day when Wonwoo asked you out for a drink. It was a friendly invitation and you still enjoyed every second of it.

The happiness on your face softened Wonwoo's heart. He walked you home and before he let you go inside, he halted you. The heavy words he kept throughout the night eventually were voiced out in a single sentence.

"You know I never date a girl and the reason is, I date to marry. So if we were to date then I don't wish it to be a fleeting relationship,"

You knew you were going to be embarrassed by your response but you just had to say it. "What a coincidence, I don't find short-lived relationships intriguing," you sniffed and wiped your tears off. Laughing away, you added, "So are we a couple now?"

And it was a dream come true for you.

You both started dating and it lasted for four months when he bought you a ring to propose on your birthday. Two months engaged and married.

Breaking you out of the reverie, Wonwoo stroked your head and told you to take a shower before going to sleep. It was a tiring day and all you'd been thinking is the deed.

Wonwoo, on the other hand, couldn't bear to touch you since he was worried that you'd be exhausted from the day. He only managed to satisfy his hormonal turbulence by caressing your hair.

That night, after Wonwoo took the glass of milk he brought for you, he hugged you to sleep. "Why are we sleeping? Won't we need to consummate our marriage?" you asked, dead serious.

Wonwoo laughed and kissed your forehead. "You'll worry about it later. Now, sleep because you have a class tomorrow," he softly said. Seeing your irritated expression, he had to cajole before you finally gave in and slept.

People always said the person you love may not be what you expect after wedlock but it wasn't the case for you. Wonwoo may not have the best experience in treating a girl but he sure treats his woman right.

[Honey, don't forget your lunch box. I made your fav so make sure to finish it]

[Honey, I'm out to buy the groceries. Take a nap first after you read this]

[Honey, it's your birthday today. Go celebrate with your friends and tell me if you're done. I'll pick you up]

Wonwoo loves to call you honey and every time, you feel like your heart is about to melt. His gentleness was all you live for and it had you wondering if Wonwoo was ever riled up.

"I don't like roses," you threw the bouquet of roses he surprised you with into his embrace, regretfully. You knew what you did was horrible and unreasonable but you wanted to tease him a bit. You left him in the living room and went to take a shower upstairs.

Wonwoo carried the flowers and hid them from you. He then secretly grabbed his car keys and drove to a florist that is still open. In fact, he just drove around in a rush to buy you a different flower.

On his way home, he received a call from you. His finger glided across the screen and before he got to say anything and apologize, your voice boomed.

"Where are you? Wonwoo, I'm sorry I really am. Where did you go?" a series of sobbing noises sounded along. You were a crying mess and wailed even louder when he ended the call.

Wonwoo couldn't focus on the road if he resumed the call. Without knowing the context, his heart raced. Thousand of God-forbid possible scenes ran in his mind as he drove.

Wonwoo didn't even bother to turn off the engine and when he dashed into the house, he saw your frame on the couch and ran forward. "Why did you call crying? What happened?" his voice trembled as he checked on you. He repeated the questions to get an answer from you. "Honey, did something happen?"

Having noticed you were not going to reply soon, Wonwoo remained silent and held you tightly. You stared out the window and heard the still-running engine outside.

In a low, raspy voice you whispered, "The car.."

Wonwoo was lost for a moment and you had to smack him on his arm to wake him up. "The car, idiot,". Only after that, did the recollection of the flowers in the car dawn on him.

Your face which was filled with concern and tears before turned red at once. Wonwoo lined up various types of flowers in front of you and said, "Today, I realised that I was ignorant. I didn't know what's your favourite flower and bought the one you dislike," He walked up to you and took your hands. Gazing up into your eyes, he continued, "I wish there was a dictionary about you so that I can make you happy all the time," So he disappeared just now because he went to buy me these to compensate?

"Honey, I'm sorry about earlier. Please don't get mad at me because I don't want to sleep alone today,"

Punching his arm lightly, you retorted. "I'm furious as to why you'd go all the way to buy me these," Your tone rose a notch as you spoke. Peeking at the petals on the floor, you warmed inside. It was difficult to suppress a big smile.

Wonwoo felt torn inside and blamed himself. He rubbed your forearms and opened his mouth. "It's because I made a mistake. Honey, I admit that I acted recklessly but I had to since the shops are about to close if I-"

He sounded so lame, unfunny, and deadly sweet that you had to shut him up with your lips. You didn't intend to kiss him like this but listening to him saying all the things to make you the happiest moved you to tears once again.

Wonwoo was surprised but he smiled and returned the kiss just as passionately. He embraced you in his arms and became handsy as he was turned on.

"Where's the roses?"

"I put them in my car since you don't like it,"

"Hm, why did you do that? Are you so in love with me, Jeon Wonwoo?" you chuckled, seeking his lips on yours afterward. Although you asked the obvious, his reply still sent butterflies in your stomach.

"Yeah, I'm so in love with my wife. What should I do?" he grinned and caught your lips. "Honey, I love you,"

While he is a gentleman on daily basis, he isn't the same in bed. Under the blanket, he knew how to please you as usual. You couldn't control your noises and Wonwoo was fond of them.

"S-slow down," you begged. His movement was driven by motivation that is to make you come but today, you wanted to come together. He twisted his hips and roamed his hands all over like he didn't just make you moan louder.

"You like when I go fast, don't you? Should I touch you down here as well?" he groaned in the middle when he felt the grip getting intense. "Honey, are you close? Ugh, keep making noises. You know I like them,"

Your head fell right and left as you contained the urge to orgasm. Struggling to keep your composure, you crossed your legs around his hips and pushed him to lean more. With your fingers all in his hair, you raised your head and whimpered, "Babe, come inside today,"

"No, honey," he tried to drag his trust slower after hearing you say that. It was a temptation but he always worried for you. You were younger than him and both of you never brought up the topic of having a child. Though, he never let it slips his mind and take precautions.

After the exercise, Wonwoo helped you with the after-care. He clothed you and went downstairs to heat up the milk just like he always did. When he entered the room again, you were already tucked in and facing the other side.

Wonwoo thought you were asleep and reached for the bedside lamp to switch it off. As you sensed his hands brushing your skin, you glared at him and swiftly said. "I want to have a child with you,"

Wonwoo's stupefaction was not secreted. He looked at you deeply, making sure he heard correctly.

And it seemed you really meant it. For half of the year, you were having the idea of getting pregnant. It was just you're shy to voice it to him and hinted at him every time.

"And condoms didn't feel nice so don't wear them next time," you added with bash.

"But honey," he must want to discuss about it and it will, ultimately, evolve around you.

Why is he always so anxious when it comes to me?

Cutting him off, you excused yourself. "I'm sleepy, goodnight,"

"Honey, don't sleep yet," his first call didn't succeed and he wanted your attention on the second try. So he called by your name which he hasn't used since you two decided on endearments.

You pulled harder on the edge of the blanket and pretended to not hear. "Y/N," he pressed again.

"Okay, we'll have a child but-"

"Really?" excited, you jumped to sit on the bed and waited for him. Seeing how exhilarated you turned, the dwelling worries within him pacified. He flashed a tender smile and nodded. "Yes, but we'll have to go to see the doctor first. Let's see if it's a suitable time for you to bear a child. Understand?" he can't take a risk.

"I know my body!"

Wonwoo sighed, feeling defeated by his lovely wife. "But I won't feel at ease. What if your body is too young to be pregnant?" he commented. "Honey, to be honest, I don't want to have a child just yet. I want to spend more time with you and let's wait for another year, shall we?"

Pouting, you averted your gaze as you responded. "But I want to have your baby. Darling, please?" your honey-rendered voice was magical.

Man, you always have the damnest thing to say and it worked most of the time.

Wonwoo looked down and cursed to himself. He was aroused by your request and you're delighted by such a reaction. "Your body below is so honest. I have my answer now so I'm going to sleep," your brightened features closing up the conversation. You cupped his face and presented him with a peck. "Mwah! Love you, the father of my children,"

Maybe, planning a child isn't so bad after all.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

If you like this story, you might as well check out the others here !

[esther2252]

Since I have no one to talk to, I will just write all the bad things that happened to me or are still happening:

- my dad cheated on my mom and had a daughter with the other woman and forced my mom to tell us (her children: my 2 brothers, my sister and I) that we have a half-sister and then forced us to have contact with her

- my dad bought/buys my half sister everything she asks for and declines whenever it’s me or my sister asking for anything. Example: my sister and I wanted a Barbie house when we were younger and my dad said it’s useless but when my half sister asked for a Barbie house he bought her the most expensive one immediately

- I am a refugee, fled from my country when I was 7 and never been there again and my granddad (who loved me the most from all of his grandkids) died waiting for me to visit him in my homeland from a heart attack 2 years ago

- I have been fighting with my weight and ed in general for over 8 years now

- on my 10th birthday we went to amusement park with my whole family and my family bodyshamed me for the entire time we were there. I knew nothing about it till we arrived at home and I watched the videos my mom took of that day on her phone and every 2 seconds there was a comment from either my mom, dad or cousin or whatever about how fat I am and that the rollercoaster will break down because of me (reminder: I was only 10 years old.. AND it was my birthday) since then I’ve never ever been to an amusement park again… I know that over 8 years have passed now but it still hurts to this day and when someone in my family mentions amusement park I can’t hold back my tears because of the pain I felt. After I watched the videos I cried for 2 weeks straight every night

- my family is very religious and traditional.. like TOXIC religious and traditional. I am agnostic/atheist and can’t tell them because they won’t accept my own opinion and my own belief. My mom always forces me to pray and can’t accept anything I say when I say I don’t believe in their religion stuff

- my family is very strict about school and education so when i failed my class a few years back and had to repeat it, I didn’t tell them and acted like everything was fine and faked my grades on my school certificate and everything. It went on till last year when my mom finally found out about me lying all the time about my grades and yea.. wasn’t that nice of an experience

- I lost almost every friend I had.

- I think I might fail this school year and the possibility of it happening is big. I don’t wanna fail

- my dad is never with us, leaves and comes whenever he likes it and now sometimes I feel uncomfortable around him

- after my mom found out that my dad cheated she didn’t leave him because of us (her children) and now I feel guilty about it

- I moved about 5 times till my family was accepted in this country because every other country sent us back to my homeland

- my family is sexist, homophobic, racist and every bad thing you can imagine

- my brothers/dad don’t do anything all day around the house, just my sister, my mom and I doing all the house work even though I go to school from 8am to 2pm and feel extremely tired I still have to help my mom and the “men” don’t have to do anything because men don’t do “girly” stuff like house chores. If I could I would like to punch my brothers and my dad so bad

- even though I am 18 now and am legal my family still doesn’t allow me to move away from them. Everytime I say “I am gonna move out when I am financially stable” they say “who will allow you that? You’ll stay with us till you marry someone”

- I can’t be with anyone other than my own nationality. I liked a guy in my school and he had another nationality than my family and I showed him to my mom and she said “forget him, you aren’t allowed to marry someone who isn’t a part of us” and since then I only had celebrity crushes because I know I won’t be able to date someone in secret because I live in a small town where everyone knows each other

- I am not allowed to wear almost everything. No jeans, no pants, no tank tops, no t-shirts, no everything. The only thing I am allowed to wear is knee length or even longer skirts and sweatshirts or shirts that hide my arms, chest and everything. The only skin that is allowed to show is hands, neck and obviously my head. It was discussed that I should start wearing headscarves but thankfully my dad said it’s not necessary even though my brothers wanted me to wear one. They said “you’ll wear a headscarf when your husband tells you to”

- I thought about dying (sU|c|dE) way more than I’d like to admit.

- although I am 18 and legal my family still doesn’t let me make my own choices. It’s like I’m still underage and they have control over me and I can do nothing about it. They don’t care that I am an adult now, the only thing they care about is that I am obedient and pray everyday as if I’m still 10 or sth

I don’t remember every bad thing that happened to me so till now that’s it. Thanks for reading

[rinkrats]

🥺 that mike lange story. But also those tags #sid loooves christmas #he loves giving presents #looks good in red #piles on the pounds fast #post hockey career as santa 😂😂👌🏽👌🏽

he loves his mementos and presents and is COMMITTED to them. scrapbooking. matching jackets. little pills with hidden motivational messages~*~ his love language is gifts and neck smooches and stalking geno. relevant right now are some anecdotes i sent a friend earlier this year for dorky sid gifts fic fodder:

1. Crosby's constant thoughtfulness would be impressive from anyone, much less someone of his stature.

"Sid always texts me happy birthday, he's always asking me like, how's Russia?" Evgeni Malkin said. "We talk and message all summer. He asks me how my skates are. He knows, like, everything. He follows my Instagram, I think (laughs)."

In addition to having a handle on those little details, Crosby is constantly providing those around him with memories and mementos. If the team is on the road and goes, say, sightseeing or to a sporting event and takes a group photo, Crosby will later send a framed copy to everyone.

When Ron Hextall and Brian Burke watched their first Penguins game in person, Crosby is the one who approached head equipment manager Dana Heinze and asked for two used game pucks to give to the new GM and president of hockey ops. 

After the Penguins won in 2009, Crosby had jackets made for the three players on the team who had scored a Cup-clinching goal in Game 7: Talbot (Pittsburgh), Ruslan Fedotenko (Tampa Bay) and Mike Rupp (New Jersey).

"They were blue jackets with gold buttons, and each one had a patch on it that said 'GWG Game 7,'" Talbot said. "At one of our first team meals the next season, he presented us with the jackets and did a big ceremony with the music and stuff. We had a private room in the restaurant. I still have the jacket."

-The Consummate Teammate, Captain and Ambassador, Feb 2021

2. Merz: My first interaction with Sid was when we were on the bench, guys were talking about a teammate, and the first thing this 15-year-old says is, “Hey, guys. Let’s keep everything positive. Don’t talk about your teammates that way.”

Salcido: When we were getting ready for nationals, he found these little pills that you could put a hidden message inside. They unscrewed, and inside was a tiny scroll. He gave one to every teammate. … He had everyone fill one out. He didn’t tell anyone what to write, but he made it known that we all knew what the goal was: winning nationals. So we wrote on our scrolls, rolled them up and put them in the pill thing. We kept them with us everywhere we went.

-‘Is this real?’: Stories of Sidney Crosby’s year at a Minnesota prep school, May 2020

3. On “Butterfly Boy” Jonathan Pitre:

Though the Senators are his team, Sidney Crosby has always been Jonny’s favourite player. After the TSN documentary airs, Tina gets a call from the Penguins. Sid needs Jonny’s measurements. He wants to have a suit made for him by his personal tailor, Domenico Vacca.

“It’s the kindest, sweetest gesture,” Tina says. “Sid heard that Jonny went to a lot of games, so he wants him to look like he’s one of the guys.”

“I want him to feel like a pro,” Crosby says. “Here’s a guy who is going through something so painful, and his first thought is always, ‘How can I help others?’ When I was young, I’d watch on TV the players coming to the rink in their suits. That was a cool part of being an NHL player. I want him to feel that, to make it as real as possible for him.”

Tina tries to discreetly measure Jonny while she’s changing his dressings. But he’s way too smart for that.

“Um, Mom, why are you measuring me? Am I going for surgery again?” he asks.

“No, no!” Tina replies, trying to reassure him and come up with a good lie, all in the same breath. “The doctor needs them just to make sure they have proper dressings next time you are in.”

A few weeks later, the sharp navy blue suit shows up at their front door, along with a couple of ties, an autographed stick and a handwritten letter from Sid. 

“His eyes just light up,” Tina says. “Jonny always liked to be well-dressed, and he just loves having his own suit. It fits perfectly. He looks so good in it.”

-Beauties by James Duthie (2020)

4. Pascal Dupuis inspired his Pittsburgh Penguins teammates on their run to the Stanley Cup, and Sidney Crosby found a special way of driving that message home.

Dupuis retired in December with lingering health concerns because of blood clots. Despite his NHL playing days coming to an end, the veteran forward remained an integral part of the Penguins and was in uniform to hoist the Cup after Pittsburgh's six-game win against the San Jose Sharks in the Stanley Cup Final.

On Sunday, Dupuis brought the Cup home one last time as a player to share a special day with his family, friends and hometown fans.

"Yes, it does feel bittersweet a little bit," Dupuis said. "You get the Cup, you want to celebrate. But at the same time I got a gift by the mail [Saturday]. Basically, it's a book of all the pictures of all the good stuff we went through. It came from Nova Scotia, so you guys can figure out who it came from (Crosby), but he couldn't give it to me during the season, he saw me skating a little bit.

"And he sent it [Saturday], before my day with the Cup, so he knew what he was doing to get me right here," Dupuis said, putting his fist over his heart.

-Pascal Dupuis shares Stanley Cup with family, friends, Aug 2016

5. In 2011, Crosby was out of the lineup with a concussion, and the Penguins made their annual visit to Children’s Hospital.

Crosby got along so well with one boy there and was so touched that he later asked Bullano to go back... just the two of them, no cameras, no attention.

When Bullano and Crosby met for the follow-up visit, Crosby appeared clutching a pair of Toys “R” Us bags, filled with a Transformer toy the two had discussed.

“He literally bought every type of this toy they make,” Bullano said. “[Crosby] had never seen it before and thought it was so cool.

“There are no pictures of this. There’s no video. He was laying in the bed with the kid. They were just playing. We were there for over two hours. I got to know the mom really well because we were just sitting there.

“The kid had no idea. Didn’t expect it. They had no idea he was coming. We got there and he said, ‘Hey buddy. hope you don’t mind that I came back.’ The kid couldn’t believe it.

“[Crosby’s] crazy cool about stuff like that.”

What’s crazy is trying to recount the many times stuff like this has happened with Crosby:

• The Little Penguins Learn to Play program has been around for nine seasons, outfitting now 1,200 kids with free head-to-toe hockey equipment. Not only does Crosby serve as the face of the program — which the NHL has now adopted — but he helps fund it, too.

“There’s an awareness of what a person in his position can bring,” Penguins vice president of communications Tom McMillan said. “I think he activates that as much as anybody I’ve seen during his playing career.”

• After a recent practice, Crosby noticed a local family in the Penguins dressing room, approached them, introduced himself, learned their story and wound up giving them a signed stick.

Nobody asked Crosby to do that, and he wanted zero credit when discussing it a couple days later.

“For people who have the opportunity to come in here, people dealing with certain things, if you can brighten their day a bit or spend some time with them, it’s something that’s special for all of us,” Crosby said.

• A few years ago, through a team charity event, Crosby befriended a 4-year-old Amish boy with cancer. Crosby remarked to Bullano how much he loved talking to the boy because of how engaging the boy was and how he wasn’t consumed with technology. Crosby even tried to visit the boy but learned he had passed away.

• He learns the first and last names of the kids who attend his hockey school in Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia.

“Two kids came from Japan its first year,” Bullano recalled. “He was so blown away by that. He couldn’t wait to meet them.”

• Earlier this season, the Penguins welcomed Grant Chupinka, 24-year-old cancer patient, into the dressing room. Crosby chatted up Grant and his parents, Steve and Kim.

He spent his usual time — about two or three times the requirement. Gave the tour. Then found out the Chupinkas didn’t have tickets for that night’s game and decided he would pay for them to go.

“I’m sure he could just give them an autographed puck or something, but he takes his time to go out and see them and talk to them and get to know them,” Brian Dumoulin said. “It speaks volumes for him and who he is as a person.”

Spend any length of time with Crosby during his visits with those less fortunate, and a few things become obvious.

One, Crosby is really good at these. Smooth but not in a slimy way. Sweet. You know how when you’re around someone talking and they go out of their way to make eye contact with everyone around? That’s Crosby.

He’s also humble, always introducing himself like those he’s meeting don’t already know. Holding a hand is no issue. And Crosby is the rare 20-something pro athlete without kids who acts every bit like he does.

“It is not an easy situation to talk to someone with terminal cancer,” McMillan said. “A lot of people couldn’t do that. He has an amazing ability to do that and make that person feel good.”

Crosby has welcomed several Make-a-Wish kids and tries, if at all possible, to schedule such events for practice days — to maximize the time he’s able to spend.

He’s developed a special friendship with Patrick McIlvain, a soldier who nearly died when he took a bullet to the head in Afghanistan. McIlvain actually does physical therapy with one of Crosby’s sticks.

A former club hockey player at Cal U, McIlvain comes by every year, and the Penguins don’t even bother to tell Crosby. Either he already knows or immediately stops what he’s doing to come say hello.

“He’s not doing it to leave a legacy,” said Terry Kalna, Penguins vice president of sales and broadcasting. “His numbers leave the legacy. He’s just a down-to-Earth, good guy.”

Before a visit, Crosby has Bullano email him what is essentially a scouting report on who he’s going to meet. He likes to learn about them, their situation and what they’ve been through. As much information as he can ingest. Crosby never just swoops in, shake a hand and leave.

“As much as anyone has ever seen, he accepts the responsibilities of being not just a professional athlete but a star professional athlete,” McMillan said. “He views it as part of the job. Like coming to the morning skate. That’s just what you do.”

Put another way, “he owns those moments,” says Kalna.

Said Bullano, “He’s just a good human being.”

-When it comes to giving, Sidney Crosby does as much as he can, Feb 2017

6. When Crosby received a generous signing bonus on his Reebok deal, he wanted to share it with everyone.

“He gave everyone on the bus gifts,”  says Oceanic radio commentator Michel Germain. “Him sharing his bonus with all the people he’d been travelling with for two years, that impresses me greatly. I think the most important thing about Sidney Crosby is his personality and the kind of human being he is. What he exuded. The inner richness he’d already developed.” 

-Superstitious and generous, Dec 2006

7. also this simply because it makes me ;w;

Even in defeat — no, especially in defeat — Sidney Crosby proved why he wears the "C" for the Penguins.

After the game, with his heart sinking and his season over, the Penguins’ captain bent over, sank to the ice to pick up the puck, took it to linesman Tony Sericolo and then skated to his team’s handshake line.

I immediately thought of a View from Ice Level I’d written on Crosby making sure a retiring official was sent away from PPG Paints Arena properly. I knew picking up the puck wasn’t for the same reason that was, but I also knew, in some way, it was connected to Crosby’s awareness and respect of the game.

“It was for the Islanders,” Crosby told me after the game, his eyes swollen from a first round exit – by way of a sweep to make it worse. He told me how the winning team always wanted the puck, and it was his way of providing it for the Islanders.

Crosby looked me right in the eye as he told me this, just as he did with every other member of the media to come to him after the loss.

I could tell from those swollen eyes and the way he sat at his stall, by himself with his hands folded as he stared blankly, that Sidney Crosby is much more used to being on the receiving end of a puck when a series ends than he is at retrieving it for the winning team.

That scene. His swollen eyes. Staying in the locker room until most had left – talking to anyone who needed him. Most of all, though, picking up the puck that prompted my question in the first place and making sure the right people got their piece of their own history.

It all adds up to one thing: In victory and in defeat, Crosby respects the game above all else – just as he’s always done.

-Even in defeat, Crosby shines, April 2019