#people board their dogs a lot during holidays

[rebelliousstories]

Online Shopping

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes x Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Alcohol, Brief Strong Language

Word Count: 1,779

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Summary: Trapped in his own home, there’s very little that he can do to express himself, or show that expression to anyone else. But Sergeant Barnes ain’t no quitter; he just has to navigate a new world.

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Going out to a physical store during the holidays was a but too much for Bucky right now. Sure, he could go into high stakes, life-threatening missions with no problem. Dealing with crazy crowds of angry shoppers trying to get their last minute gifts? Absolutely not.

However, he had yet to find the perfect gift for a certain someone. This one woman that went to the same bar that he frequented that he actually had a lot in common with. Read the same type of books, enjoyed similar music; even had the same affinity for obscure, random, useless facts.

So here Bucky was, days before Christmas, struggling to find the gift he wanted to give her without leaving the house. He was supposed to meet her at the bar Christmas Eve to spend some time together, and he was hoping to give her a present then. However, there was no way he was going to leave his apartment to go shopping.

That is, until James remembered something Sam had mentioned recently. There was shopping online. It was a brilliant idea, with just one small problem; he had no idea how it worked. Begrudgingly, Bucky tried to talk himself into contacting his partner. He knew that Sam would never let him live this down.

Forcing himself to pick up the phone, Barnes reluctantly dialed up the number. Part of him hoped that he wouldn’t pick up as they line just kept ringing and ringing and ri-

“Bucky, what’s up man?” Sam answered with a cheerful tone.

“Hey, Sam. I, um…” Bucky sighed, rolling his eyes as he talked himself into actually speak. “I need your help with something.”

“Sure, man. Whatcha need? Hold on, one sec.” There was some shuffling on the other end of the line before Sam came back on. The sound of children laughing, and people chattering came through. “Alright. What’s up?”

“Could you help me shop online?” Bucky asked, shifting from foot to foot.

“Come again?”

“I-I need to buy something and I don’t wanna go into stores right now.” He tried explaining as he paced around his apartment.

“Bucky, are you sure there isn’t someone else who could help you out? I’m on the opposite end of the country right now, man. What about that chick you’ve been talking about? The one from the bar.” Sam stared out into the vast open waters from the dock of his family home.

“Well, um… that’s who I’m getting the thing for. I kinda don’t want her knowing.” Scratching the back of his head, Bucky felt uncomfortable as he had been forced to say it aloud.

“Ooo, you sly dog, man!” Sam cheered. “Whatcha wanna get her?”

Now, there was a blush creeping up his neck from the man’s words. “A set of books.”

“Okay, now we’re working with something. You probably don’t have amazon set up yet so, can you find this set online? Like the Barnes and Nobles or Books-A-Million websites?” Wilson instructed, fully getting on board with this idea.

“Uh, yeah. Hold on.” Behind the phone, Sam could hear Bucky moving through his apartment to sit at his computer. Clacking keys, and mumbling were the only indicators that any progress was being made.

“Okay, okay. I found it on Books-A-Million. Add to cart, right?”

“Yep. See you got it man. Now, when you hit check out, you have the option of choosing whether or not to ship it or pick it up in store.” Sam continued to explain, trying to get his friend through this.

“Which do I pick?” Bucky was so confused staring at the computer.

“Whichever will get the item there faster and on time.”

“Will it say that somewhere?”

“Can you read the damn page?” Sam sighed, now, rolling his eyes.

Bucky snorted through his nose in contempt. “Alright, it says it can be at my apartment by tomorrow. What do I do now?”

“Click checkout and put in your card info.”

Some more clicking and typing occurred before James came back to the phone. “I think it’s done. Listen, um thanks Sam. I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, yeah, man,” Sam started, “I just expect to be invited to the wedding.”

“Ha ha. Bye, Sam.” The phone call was disconnected without another chance for a reply. Leaning back in the desk chair, Bucky was fiddling with his hands as he thought about what he was going to do with wrapping.

He was not the best at presents, even back in his younger days. His sister or mom would always wrap presents for him, while he could, at best, put something in a pretty bag. Bucky was not even sure if he had wrapping paper around his apartment.

Which meant he needed to go get something to make it pretty before giving it to her. Which meant having to go out into the crowds of shoppers. A memory of seeing some wrapping paper at the bodega on the corner popped into his head. Maybe James could skip the lines and crowds that made him feel anxious.

Two nights later, Bucky was standing outside of the bar that they were supposed to meet at. In his hands, a gift bag heavy with the weight of books rested. The cold December air nipped at his cheeks, and made his breath appear in front of him, but he could not just walk in just yet. He was still trying to work up the nerve to go in and meet her. This night could be the end of their friendship in one way or another if he did not play it right.

Exhaling sharply, he pushed open the door. Scanning the room, Bucky smiled as he saw her happily sitting with a few drinks in front of her at a booth. Walking up, he opened his arms just in time for her to launch herself into them.

“Bucky! I missed you. Come on, I got the first round.” She kept a beaming grin as she hugged, and led the man over to his booth.

“Hey, missed you too. Thank you.” Sliding in, he set the gift bag on the seat as he sat down. Barnes clinked his bottle against hers and took a sip.

“So what have you been up to?” And thus began their conversation that would branch off into an evening together.

He loved hearing her talk. Even if she read the dictionary, Bucky could just listen to her forever. There was something calming about it. His mind was often flooded with too many voices, too many memories; it was just too active. This was the kind of voice that he could relax to. It gave him a sense of calm he could not replicate anywhere else.

“Oh,” her voice broke him from his trance. “Before I forget, here you go.”

A gift bag was set on the table, and pushed across to him. Bucky, with wide eyes, gently grasped the handles of the bag, and pulled it closer to him.

“What is it?” He whispered, eyes tracing over the decorative paper coming from the top.

“A bomb.” Her voice was deadpan, as was her expression. Leveling her with a similar look, Bucky chuckled when he saw her beaming now.

“Open it, silly.” At her encouragement, James delicately tore into the bag. Below the tissue paper, there was a box-like object wrapped in beautiful wrapping paper. He plucked it from the bag, and turned it over in his hands, trying to figure out what it was. Tearing a stripe through the paper, the second he saw what was inside, he became giddy.

“No. You didn’t.” Resting in his hands now, was an original 1937 copy of the Hobbit. The bindings were fresh, as if someone had recently redone the book. A distinct old book smell wafted into his nose when he opened the book. Flabbergasted, Bucky shifted his gaze between the book and the woman across from him.

“You mentioned you’d like to read it again and someone at my book club was looking to sell it. He gave me a steal because we’re friends. Said his grandfather originally owned it, and brought it with him when he moved to here from Germany.” She casually explained, shrugging and taking a swig of her drink.

“I… thank you. Truly,” Bucky reached his hands across to hold hers that was on the table, “I just- I don’t know what to say besides thank you.”

“It’s not a problem, Bucky.”

“This, um-” he cleared his throat, “makes my gift a little coincidental.”

Bucky reached next to him to place the bag on the table. He sat there, with bated breath and rapt attention as she began to dive into the bag. As opposed to her gift, his was just placed inside without wrapping paper. But James at least put some pretty tissue paper on top. And yet, even without the wrapping paper on the present, she was giddily pulling the books from the bag.

“You got the entire Neon Gods set for me? Oh, Bucky…” she sighed dreamily as she held and looked over each cover and backing.

“Yeah, well. You mentioned you’d wanted to read it.” Bucky smirked, catching a glint in her eyes. He did not want to get his hopes up, but he loved that little glint.

“You’re such a sweetie. Thank you.” Getting out of her seat, she went across to his section of the booth and wrapped him in a hug. Bucky pressed his nose into her hair, enjoying the comforting feeling of her embrace.

She sat back after a moment, and looked over her books again. “I still can’t believe you got me the entire set. All I got you was a single book.”

“Hey,” he shook her lightly, “don’t do that. I love this single book. However…”

At this she perked up. “However?”

“Maybe, you’d be able to get me one more Christmas present that’s been on my wishlist,” came Bucky’s ask, albeit very hesitantly.

“What is it?”

“Would you wanna go on a date with me?”

A second of utter silence passed between them. So long that Bucky was genuinely about to retract his statement, chalking it up to a joke. A very lame joke.

“I’d love to.” She muttered, dropping her eyes down to the shirt covering his chest. James breathed a sigh of relief.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Nervous chuckles passed between the two of them as they took in the situation at hand.

“Okay, then.” Bucky threw his arm over her shoulder and pulled her in closer. He pressed a kiss to her hair as he basked in the triumph of the moment. Totally worth it in his book.

[way2gosuperrstarr]

big fan of the idea of elizabeth having huge freaky doll like eyes idk . im trying out diff blending modes i am slowly starting to lose art ideas again um !!! sorry for posting like single sketches at a time !!!! i share shit in bursts and some are way smaller than others . maybe i should at least start cropping these though

[crabdrabbles]

Graves + Shadows Headcanons Part 3 [Part 1] [Part 2] Words: 766

Praise for DAYS. Did Shadow 5-8 get a good shot on the target? Punch in the shoulder at the end of the mission and a bright grin “That’s what I’m talkin’ about, 5-8!”, 

“Atta’girl, 6-12, I couldn’t’ve done that better myself.”

“Keep it up, 10-4!” Reaches over and brings them into a side hug and ruffles their hair like a proud dad. 

Coming back to Graves having a lot of respect for his soldiers, remember that scene in SWCW where it's like

"We're clones, sir, we're meant to be expendable..." "Not to me."

Yeah that's Graves.

He has kept every set of dog tags that belonged to Shadows that died during missions. They’re kept locked away in a box, safely tucked away.

A lot of Shadows were previously mercenaries, even criminals, but they are good at what they do which is why they get hired in the first place. Not to mention that Graves sees hiring them as a way to give them a second chance at life. 

Shepherd has learnt that the way to make Graves do what he wants is by threatening his Shadows. He could very easily dissolve the entire company in a day and expose Graves for technically harbouring wanted criminals.  

Yes, Shepherd called him a ‘dog with a bone’, but he’s more like a Dragon with a hoard. His hoard being his soldiers.

Some rando who was visiting the base once snapped at a Shadow, calling them a ‘stupid fucking mercenary’. That was his mistake when Graves had to be restrained by 3 of his own men. 

“What the fuck did you just say to them? You’d best walk outta my base before I make you leave in a goddamn body bag!”

As shown above, he goes absolutely feral if someone ever insults any of his soldiers.

“Be quiet, sergeant, your betters are talking.” Said some hoity Commander who hasn’t stepped foot in a battlefield in over a decade. Suddenly, it feels like all the air in the room has been sucked out like a vacuum. All eyes go to Graves as he glares long and hard at the man. 

“Apologise. Now.” “What–” “I said: apologise, ‘fore I show you my own version of ‘southern hospitality’.”

Compulsory language lessons. Every Shadow has to know at least 2 languages, English and another language of their choosing. Missions sometimes rely heavily on communication, so fluency in different languages is important.

Graves knows several languages himself, but his pronunciation is downright awful. Sometimes he makes his accent worse because it’s funny watching the horror in people’s eyes when he speaks. 

One of his Shadows has a tendency of crawling around in the vents in the base and because he’s not really harming anyone, Graves lets him do as he pleases. Because of the habit, however, and the fact he’s somehow able to go around almost silently through the metal vents, he’s earned an affectionate nickname amongst the Shadows; Roach. 

Graves doesn’t get along with family. Don’t get him wrong, he has some semblance of respect for his Momma cause she taught him good manners and other things like how to cut hair and how to cook a hearty meal for 12 people, but she was a narcissistic bitch when it came down to it and he took a lot of pleasure cutting her out of his life the second he was able to. 

He never met his father, and doesn’t much care for him, either. 

Paid leave/Holidays? Check. Paternity/Maternity leave? Check. Bed ed and board? Check. Medical and dental plan? You know it. Any possible benefit that can come with a job, being a Shadow has. 

No matter what they’re doing, if Graves does a run up to them, they will always catch their Commander. 

Is the first or last port of call when a fight/argument breaks out. It depends on how out of hand it's gotten in the space of about 15 minutes. Usually people don’t want to interrupt whatever the Commander’s doing and invoke his wrath.

“They started it!” “Well I’m endin’ it!”

Has the type of authority that if he were to suddenly yell at a recruit “Drop it. Now!” Everyone in earshot would absolutely drop whatever they were holding even if the comment wasn’t directed at them. 

There’s a Shadow that’s the largest of the entire company– but he is the biggest scaredy cat and coward anyone has ever met, which makes people wonder why he’s even in Shadow Company. The reality is that, despite being a coward, he’s damn intimidating. Perfect for him to shadow hover behind Graves during mission briefs and so forth.

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[httpiastri]

happy happy holidays and congrats on 1.5k😊 let it snow + winter wonderland? i’ve always been a sucker for a ship lol and the wip can be for whomever you ship me with or if you don’t have one for them then lando or charles maybe?

i love cooking/baking, huge foodie! also reading and writing, traveling, any water activities, movie/game nights and music/concerts. i am an animal lover with a mega soft spot for dogs. very talkative and friendly but i need time to myself every day to decompress. a little impulsive, pretty stubborn, very protective of my loved ones. i love love, making people smile, and watching sunsets. that’s probably too much lol congrats again and wishing you all the best + a wonderful new year ahead!💛

happy holidays! and thank you tons!! <3 i ship you with max verstappen!! max would love it if you baked or cooked for him, especially before or during a race weekend as support, or after a good race as celebration. i have a feeling he would be into board games? so game nights would be a lot of fun with him? but i also have a feeling he would be prone to cheating so 😭 be careful lmao. max definitely needs time to relax and de-stress, especially after a race weekend, so taking some time to unwind would be something you have in common. idk about dogs specifically but max definitely likes animals, his little kitties 🤭 max loves to smile skdjfhdk and making others smile too, so you'd be a very happy and smiley couple <3<3

i actually dont have any wips for max :0 so i'm putting in a little piece of a long thing i've been writing for charles:

after this, everything went by in a blur; one second, you were just chatting in a corner of the club. the next, you were making out in the elevator of the hotel you were both staying in. and then, your back met the covers of his bed as he climbed over your body. his fingers left imaginary traces along your skin, his lips following the path they'd drawn. the sensation was new, so different from anything you'd felt before. his touches drew out shallow breaths and sweet noises from you as he discovered your body, your little sounds helping him know how to please you the way you wanted. the time you spent with charles went on for hours, yet it was over in mere seconds. when he held you against his chest, you wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, to rest your head against him and feel his skin against yours until the end of time – but at the same time, you knew that couldn't happen. so when his low snores filled the room, when his breath was steady and you were sure he was asleep, you swiftly fled from his grasp. getting dressed in a tight dress and your previously discarded underwear after a night like this is always awkward, and leaving a gorgeous man alone in the big bed always sucks. but you had no other option.

wishing you all the best too! hope you have a lovely 2024!!! 🧡

[pattie-remembers]

Pattie Boyd: ‘George and I nearly drowned in a riptide on our Barbados honeymoon’

February 22 2023, 12.00pm GMT

Barbados, where Pattie Boyd and George Harrison were caught in a riptide on their honeymoon

GETTY IMAGES; ALAMY

Pattie Boyd lives in London with her husband, Rod Weston, and their dog, Freddie. A Sixties model and now an acclaimed photographer, she was formerly married to Harrison and Eric Clapton.

I was three years old when my parents moved to Kenya to live with my grandparents. We had a beautiful, big rambling house. The garden went on into the wilderness, it wasn’t unusual to see giraffes and lions wandering in.

Growing up in Africa shaped me. I remember very clearly riding bareback on my horse through woodland. I got used to the unusual. Going to bed one night I heard a noise. Underneath the door was a snake, slowly slithering into my room. I was frozen, absolutely riveted, he was huge. I was nineyears old and I started screaming.

I was sent to boarding school in England when I was ten and it was quite a shock to the system. The other girls didn’t know what I was talking about. Africa was all I knew.

Boyd with George Harrison, in 1966

ALAMY

George and I nearly drowned on our honeymoon in Barbados. We stayed in the middle of the island and explored the north coast. One glorious day we went swimming and to my horror I realised that there was a riptide. I was swimming towards the beach and not moving. I realised that if we were to swim parallel to the shore, we might get away from the current. I was terrified. I remember Mick Fleetwood said to me once, it is a weird thing when you know you’re drowning, you start swallowing water and everything becomes euphoric. George and I finally made it to the beach and sat there panting. The waiters brought us sandwiches and we ate the whole lot in shock.

India with the Beatles was a magical time. We were in an ashram, surrounded by like-minded people. The maharishi kept insisting it was very important for us all to learn meditation, for us and for the world. He said things were going to escalate and get faster and meditation would give us the tools to slow life down.

The Beatles would sit on the ashram steps with their guitars, jamming together and singing. They wrote so many songs there, everything from The White Album. The whole vibe was gentle and calming and inspirational.

● Kenya tours: 19 adventures ● Best cities to visit in India

Touring with Eric was new to me because I never went on tour with George and the Beatles. America was eye-opening. When Eric went on stage, the audience would stretch back as far as the eye could see. I used to sit on the side, drink in one hand, camera in the other. During the encore the audience would lift their lighters into the air and the whole auditorium would be filled with flickering lights in the dark. I love to capture beauty with my camera. It’s like anything fabulous: it’s not going to be there for ever.

Boyd with Eric Clapton in 1978

ALAMY

Eric didn’t really like travelling otherwise. I think when you’re a musician and you tour, then the idea of travelling for a holiday is not high up on your list.

A place I’ll always love is Venezuela. I went in 1994 when I was single and discovering who I was again. I did a day trip to Angel Falls, eventually reaching the top of a mountain that looked down over an incredibly steep edge. The idea was to go hang-gliding, something that had never crossed my mind before. I said, “Blow that! I’m not jumping off this cliff!” Suddenly an elderly Indian lady ran past us and leapt off the mountain as we watched in horror. Well, we had to do it then, didn’t we? Clutching my camera to my chest, I jumped into nothing. I felt like a condor in the air — I was jumping to freedom.

Angel Falls in Venezuela

ALAMY

Peru is a special place. I went there with a female shaman, and I knew I was going to take ayahuasca [a plant-based psychedelic drug]. Greedy me, I ended up doing it twice. It was amazing. We also knew that we would be shedding a lot, both physically and spiritually. Just before we started I noticed a huge snake curled on one of the eaves. Six hours later we walked out and I saw the snake’s skin lying on the floor. The symbolism was clear. I never did ayahuasca with George and Eric, they weren’t adventurous like that.

Growing up in Kenya helped me not to be frightened in life. I am excited because there are more things to see, more adventures, and I don’t like to repeat things, I don’t see the point. There is always something new around the corner.

Pattie Boyd: My Life in Pictures is published by Reel Art Press at £39.95 (reelartpress.com)

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[brick-a-doodle-do]

Brick gorgeous you want asks? Lemme give you asks!

Ok school floor board Au questions because that’s def one of my personal fav aus of yours.

So during the holidays and stuff, what does Ranboo do? Because surely he doesn’t stay at the school for 6 weeks summer vacation?

And I was re-reading a different ask about how Ranboos clothes shrink and grow with him and I had a thought. If this applies to everything he touches, then technically can Ranboo take a say real diamond or something of high value that’s tiny and grow it? Because money making scheme would be huge right here.

What would happen to Ranboo after he says Graduates? Would he continue to live at the school or look at going to College and live there?

Why does Ranboo choose to live at the school?

And last one, are there any other sizeshifters or unknown tinies in this world that Ranboo has met or has yet to meet👀 (also I feel like that question may of been asked already but no idea :D)

Okie thanks for answering and have some lollipops 🍭🍭🍭🍭

!!!! when do i not want asks lol

MMMM school floors beloved!! is it really your favorite? :0 you have NO idea how old this au is. i came up with it at LEAST in late 2021 MAYBE early 2022,,, there is so much doodles that have been deleted and buried too- i actually DREW for this au- SHSJSN (i did for crashed au too!

ANYWAYS

before he met beeduo, ranboo did usually just hang around the school. sometimes he'd go out in the sun if it was summer break or go out and see the city decorated if it was winter holidays, but ultimately he has a lot of fun alone. he's got a phone he sizes up to look like a big tv screen, he can go adventuring with the alley cat he befriended (there's also a dog be befriended :D and a mouse too. AHSJA he's making friends with all the animals that roam the/around the school). but there have been some summers where he just gets a job and randomly works for a bit to pass the time.

but, now that he's met tubbo and tommy, he'll hang out with them! he likes tubbo's house because there's less people, but his dad can be snoopy, so tommy's is pretty much equal— but over holidays he stays with tommy (tubbo is there like 24/7 anyways) and they usually hang out as humans and roam the city, they may even go wayyyy out in the forest to test his abilities (spoiler alert that entails a shit ton of tiny clingy)

(also you didn't hear this from me but tommy and tubbo's definitely have ranboo shoplift for them LMFAO)

2 ppl have said they reread asks and i am JAJAKKSKFNE about that like AAAAH it makes me so happy :DDDDDD

yep he can do that! when clingy finds out he can do that they do it to a LOT of things. they also get him to size up food just for the hell of it. but with more valuable things it's actually really helpful and he could totally do that to get money! i think i may make that his official way of getting money— he just pawns random portions of gems and jewels he sizes up SNDJS

his plan was to just find a place on a college campus, and that did not change! he goes to the same college as tubbo and tommy and just finds another floorboard in the library. their shenanigans still ensue! and when college is over the them of them get an apartment together :) but we don't talk bout the future AJSJ

ranboo ORIGINALLY started living there because it was easier than getting a job and he really just wanted to move out from his parents house at a young-ish age, sooo he KINDA ran away to...his high school! and after he started that pawning thing he just continued living there because a. it was convenient and b. he didn't want to pack ALL of it up and leave,,, plus he couldn't leave his pets

nope! not as of right now. sizeshifters are just as rare (or rarer) than they are in two way secrets au, so he's just a loner as of now :D

also i had a thought of tommy and tubbo just eyeing him in a class if they ever cover/talk about the history of sizeshifters/shifters in general,,,, >:)

if that has been answered before i don't remember answering it so let's just say that until that ever comes to the surface this reply is canon :D

you're making me want to doodle for this au againnn 👀

thank you for the lovely questions!!! mmmh ty for the lollipop :D for an equivalent exchange have a brick! 🧱

[lostjudgmnt]

no but seriously. so i worked at a vet clinic that also had kennels to board dogs when their families went out of town as well as a daycare. but it was a super small daycare and there wasn’t much there for enrichment the dogs had each other and the daycare attendant and some balls and kongs and stuff and that was it right. so occasionally group daycare would be rough because the dogs would get super fucking bored yknow. but the daycare was still pretty popular for group, and the clinic also offered individual playtime in the daycare room for dogs that were boarding to give them some extra time out of the kennels to run around abd have space and stuff. i was originally hired as a KENNEL TECHNICIAN, but the manager at the time wanted to give me more hours (and slightly higher pay) so he had me trained as a daycare attendant too right. after he moved on and we got a new manager, i started only being scheduled in daycare. right. but then attendance dropped for a few weeks because of that canine respiratory disease was going around and scaring people so they decided it wasn’t financially wise to keep daycare open while attendance was low but that was really just the nail in the coffin because when they reopened daycare after that attendance was still low because people started going other places for daycare. but even during those periods we had a lot of clients scheduling for individual daycare right. anyway i got laid off because they decided after this summer they were going to close daycare permanently, so no more group OR individual daycare, and completely repurpose the room. and since daycare was closed they “didnt have any mor shifts for me” even though i was A KENNEL TECHNICIAN FIRST AND FOREMOST AND WAS LITERALLY SCHEDULED FOR KENNEL SHIFTS AFTER DAYCARE CLOSED THAT THEY JUST CANCELED OUT OF NOWHERE. and my best friend is quitting but during her last couple of shifts she found out that the decision to permanently close daycare is already losing them clients because they booked months in advance for their dogs to have individual daycare over holidays and shit but thats not a fucking thing anymore so they’re boarding their dogs elsewhere. LOL

[lady-hallowtide]

Swamp House

When I was a kid my family moved around a lot, often in rapid and dizzying succession. My Father died just after I was born, and in hindsight, I think my mother moved so much looking for something to make her happy. I don’t have many memories of before the Swamp House. My first memory was the day we brought home a golden retriever puppy, the sweetest and most loviest Pearl. I once sneakily watched Jaws from behind a half closed door when I was supposed to be asleep, and was thereafter mysteriously terrified of sharks in swimming pools. An old baby sitter, a neighbour I think, speaking in fast Spanish on an old cord phone. We moved so much I still have trouble remembering peoples names and why it’s important.

The Swamp House was on a farm about 500 hectares, which is crazy to think about now in my tiny apartment. It was high up, and the views were so spectacular you’d have people paying six figures just to holiday nearby. It wasn’t unusual to hear the occasional helicopter or light plane. Even thinking about the view now takes my breath away like only the stars on a dark night or being alone with the ocean can.

It was a big old house, with lots of weird little rooms, built on the edge of a swamp and was slowly sinking. Look there’s no delicate way to say it, but if you’ve seen Rose Red or more recently the Haunting of Hill House, you’ll understand the eerie vibe of this place. We were told the old owner had died there, and I think to make us less scared my mother often blamed weird happenings on him. Doors mysteriously slamming closed with no wind? Just Norman. Electricity playing up? Norman.

I don’t know why we stayed there for so long, but my mother pushed us to do sports, dancing, horse riding, anything to get us out of the house. Every weekend we’d go to farm auctions or just out driving. No matter how much I hated it all she’d drag me out. I now work 60 hours a week, you’d have to pay me to leave my apartment during my free time and my mother was, and still is, a forever workaholic. We’d get home late and leave early. It was almost like she was scared to stay in the house too long, and honestly I don’t remember her being inside much. She was always, always working in the massive garden.

Whenever we were home I used to walk the farm. I’d be gone for hours, nothing but my thoughts and the views and a dog or two. The only rule I was given was I wasn’t allowed to walk on the road.

Thinking about it now given how big the farm was and how young I was then I have no idea why my family let me go out on my own. I mean I loved it and miss it. But these were the days of discman and Nokia phones, and I didn’t have either. At the very least snakes should have been a deterrent.

The house was always cold. I’d barricade my door at night. I’d always wake someone to walk me across the house to the bathroom. There was this old tree at the front by the driveway that felt like it was staring at you. On more than one occasion something massacred the chickens. The geese and peacocks were literally possessed and demons incarnate. Sometimes there’d just be, random fucking people? In the middle of nowhere, no explanation. No names. Just polite small talk and weird smiles. Hours away from the nearest town. I’m pretty sure once I saw a camel. The neighbours were never around, just empty houses and one gruff housekeeper miles away.

I’ve spoken to my brother very rarely about our childhood, but our memories don’t match up. I vividly remember playing with him and someone else(?) in a grove of willows. He says the farm didn’t have any willows. It could be because my mother sent him off to boarding school as soon as he was old enough, but I don’t know. Maybe he just doesn’t like to remember it. When I was older I went off to school too, and while we were away my mother moved houses. And that was that.

I never went back to the house, but when I got my license I’d sometimes drive out that way. I don’t really know why. The view maybe, the quiet. One time I took my best friend with me, we were practically twins and joined at the hip as teenagers. It was the middle of the night, and we were brainstorming ideas for her book. It was stupid. We never told anyone where we were going. We rarely did back then, but in this instance it was particularly unwise. I don’t remember what it was, but as we were driving something jumped out in front of us. I managed to stop in time before we hit anything but it was the strangest thing. I’m not even sure how to describe it, but it felt like my mind pushed outwards? I caught my breath, and when I checked my friend wasn’t hurt, but as we very shakily made our way home, she said it felt like her mind retreated inside? during the almost crash. It was weird, and dangerous, and I stopped driving out there. I hadn’t realised until then just how often I was going back there.

I went back only once, just before we sold the family farm and I moved states. I didn’t dare go there in the dark again.

[emeaentrepreneur]

How To Make Money During the Holidays

Everyone wants to save extra money for the future and also save a little bit of money, but we all know that nothing lasts forever. When money’s tight and we want to spend a little extra money on holidays. The holiday season can be a time for a lot of celebration, which necessitates more spending on things like gifts, travel, and unexpected expenses. We need to do some extra work to earn money for these expenses because this is an expensive time of year. 

The good news is that if you are willing to sacrifice some of your free time,the holiday season can also provide you with numerous opportunities to earn extra money. There are various ways to make extra money during these holidays, which can be full of fun, joy, and fulfillment and even spark new potential for satisfying long-term employment relationships. There are numerous seasonal opportunities available, such as freelancing, tutoring, cooking, and so on. Continue reading this article to learn ways to make money during holidays.

Ways to make money during holidays

Whether you’re a seasoned pro or a new job seeker, here are several great ways to make money during the holidays.

Become a Freelancer

Taking on work in a field where you have skills or experience can be a flexible and lucrative way to supplement your income. The most in-demand freelance skills are web design, copywriting, editing, social media marketing, e-commerce, and software development. A strong resume, targeted LinkedIn profile, and solid portfolio will assist you in finding or creating those opportunities. 

 Whatever method of making money you choose, it is important that you spread the word. Instead of telling everyone about your offers and services this holiday, simply create a poster, write about your work and offers, and distribute them digitally. 

Online or offline tutoring

If you are skilled at tutoring in any subject, tutoring can be a lucrative way for you to earn money online or offline. There are many people who assist others in providing their teaching services and earn a decent amount of money. You can offer your services online through a variety of platforms, as well as create a website detailing your subject or use social media to inform others about your new tutoring business. Tutoring was also launched online during COVID-19, and many people began taking classes and earning good money.

Sale online 

Take stock of the items in your home that you no longer want or need, such as surplus furniture, appliances, utensils, clothes you never wear, and so on. All of this can become someone else’s treasure, helping you earn money online. Examine the best sites for selling your items online, and do not forget to include photos and be very clear about the condition of the merchandise. 

Taking care of pets

If you enjoy spending time with animals, you can turn your hobby into a source of income. Dog walking, dog and cat sitting in other people’s homes, and boarding animals in your home are all in high demand. This service is even more in demand during the holidays, because most people who go on vacation need someone to look after their pets, so you should have no trouble finding someone who needs you to watch their pets, and you can charge a reasonable fee for it. You can communicate with customers via a variety of platforms.

Cooking services

You can make money if you enjoy cooking and are good at it. There are numerous ways to demonstrate your culinary skills and earn money online and offline. Start a food recipe blog or your own food channel, sell meals or baked goods in your neighborhood, and start a catering business. Share your abilities on social media, particularly on highly visual platforms. With cooking, you can start a food delivery service. There is also demand for delivery drivers on many platforms.

Closing Thoughts

There’s a breadth of side hustles, and the right one for you is one that you can enjoy, employ your creative skills, and bring in the cash. A true entrepreneurial mind, according to tradition, is one that never stops producing ideas and sees opportunities where others do not. Simply consider what works best for you in terms of personal and financial objectives, and you can earn money online. There are numerous ways to earn money as a freelancer, including selling items online, pet sitting, starting a cooking service, and tutoring.

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[borathae]

“Your husband has the perfect remedies against the boredom on long flights. Snuggles, neck kisses and his pretty cock pounding into you. Sounds like fun? Very much so.

Alternatively: The story of the night where you and your husband finally managed to get pregnant.”

Pairing: CEO!Taehyung x CEO!Reader 

Genre: Married Life!AU, Smut

Warnings: subby!Taehyung, dom!Reader, Madam kink, public sex in their private plane, trying to stay quiet, making out, grinding, thigh riding, fumbling hands, riding him, cumming inside, mentions of chastisty, mentions of car sex, slightest humiliation kink, talks about trying to get pregnant, impregnation kink, they’re so in love & so horny & are just so ready to be parents :(

a/n: This the night the ihyily!couple finally managed to get pregnant. They like to say that it happened during their holiday in Paris, but nope, those two horndogs got pregnant on a plane. We love to see it 😌 I hope you guys enjoy it, cause I had a lot of fun writing it 🥴💜

“Come on Tae, or else we are going to miss it!” you call over the hundreds of scurrying people in the massive departure hall so your husband would be able to hear you.

His nervous eyes peek over the silver frame of his glasses, sending you a silent apology. He tightens the grip around the handle of his leather bag before finally starting to run, trying his hardest not to bump into strangers’ shoulders.

You and him are running late. Again.

You have no idea what it is with you and airports, but each time you and Taehyung find yourselves in one, you seem to run terribly late. At least he wasn’t distracted by playing Candy Crush this time around, which doesn’t mean that you were running any less late.

Mister Choi has already called you three times, informing you of your tight schedule. It wasn’t a leisurely flight you and your husband would take today. As a matter of fact it was a very important business flight to the far away city of Paris. Your company has finally branched into Europe and as the official CEO, you found it only appropriate to be present for its launch. Taehyung insisted on coming with you. You and him had terribly busy schedules and barely saw each other lately, so he suggested he accompany you so you and him could spend time together and have a few lovely days in Paris. You said yes of course, because spending time in Paris with your husband sounds like a romantic dream to you.

Taehyung reaches you with his arm extended so you can fetch his hand mid-run. You do, intertwining your fingers with him and tugging him down the crowded hall.  

Once finally having boarded your private jet, you let go of his hand to brush a strand of fallen hair from your sweaty forehead. You plop down on your seat, slipping out of your shoes to rest your feet on the comfortable seat.

“Why are we always ordering from this smoothie stand? It’s the fourth time and we never learn”, you say, eyeing the paper cup, which holds the pink beverage.

Yes, you went to the same smoothie stand. The one, which almost made you late for your honeymoon. Yes, Mister Choi sent you a look when he noticed that you did. Yes, you and Taehyung were slightly embarrassed by your continuous mistake.

Taehyung sits down beside you, taking off his shoes to lounge comfortably. His hand is on your thigh, caressing it mindlessly.

“But in the end we are always on time”, he says, raising his finger.

“True that. I still never want to go through this amount of stress ever again”, you say, taking a sip of the sweet smoothie afterwards. It tastes like raspberry and banana with a faint aftertaste of coconut. It's delicious and enough to make up for the exhausting running.

The plane takes off ten minutes later and you use the first two hours of your flight to catch up on sleep. You wake to your husband watching a show on his laptop. It was a cartoon about two dogs exploring the world together and it makes Taehyung giggle each time he watches it.

“Mhm morning”, you mumble, drawing closer to your husband to cuddle into his arm, "you're watching your show again, nice."

Taehyung turns his head and smiles.

“Morning, did you have a nice nap?”

“Mh-hm”, you nuzzle into him, “maybe a little too nice, I’m so out of it.”

He chuckles, “you look like it”, he says and kisses your forehead.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask mid-yawn, which shows Taehyung the back of your throat.

He sticks his finger into your mouth, forcing you to gasp and bite down instinctively. You move back, giving him an annoyed look.

“Tae, don’t do this.”

“Hehe”, he giggles boyishly, turning his attention back to the cartoon afterwards.

It is halfway into the flight when Taehyung seems to grow bored. Your staff is in the front of the plane, shielded from your view and ears. Most of them are probably sleeping as the plane is dead silent. The folding door to your little area is closed, giving you and him even more privacy and a sense of coziness.

You are working, looking through all the documents you need for the launch of your company’s outpost. Taehyung was playing Candy Crush before, but puts down his phone to draw closer to you.

He rests his arm around your waist and nuzzles his face into your neck.

“Taehyung”, you warn, knowing his moves very well. He did them a million times before, so it was very obvious to you what he was trying to achieve right now. 

Sexy times. The answer was sexy times.

He nuzzles and sniffles.

“You smell so good”, he whispers, running his fingers up and down your side.

“Don’t do that”, you mumble, shaking him off.

He whines, chasing you.

“Please don't push me away, I’m so cold”, he whines, closing the distance between the two of you by wiggling his leg between your own.

He wraps his arms around you, rocking you from side to side whilst pouting at you. Your heart warms at his gentle touch and cute face, but you are trying your hardest to keep a straight face.

“I’m working Taetae.”

“Please don't work”, he whines, leaning closer to press a kiss to your cheek, “I promise, I’m more fun”, another kiss to your cheek, longer than before, “please?” he whispers before pressing a kiss to your neck.

Your eyelids threaten to close, your fingers fighting the urge to reach out and hold him.

“Taehyung, we aren’t alone”, you say, trying your hardest to keep your focus on the documents. It is getting very hard to do so. Your husband is a sneaky master of seduction.

“They won’t disturb us”, he says resting his cheeks on your shoulder, his eyes closed, “you are nothing less than a queen in my eyes and you deserve to be treated like one”, he insists, making you roll your eyes fondly.

“You’re such a sweet talker.”

He purrs, dancing his lips up and down your neck.

“Also”, he whispers, lips brushing against your ear, “I am going to make it so enjoyable for you, I promise “, he adds, taking your earlobe between his teeth to tug on it gently.

You shiver, messing up some of the words. With clammy fingers you try to fix your mistake, shivering again when Taehyung releases your earlobe with a needy moan.

“Oh really are you?” you say with a straight face.

“Mh-hm I am”, he rasps, giggling softly as he kisses down your neck.

You slide your hand between his legs, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze. He looks up, his big eyes racing over your features. You knew of course that this gesture would totally throw him off. Your hand so close to his cock, resting between his thighs warm and heavy. He didn’t expect you to make such a move and because he didn’t, you did. It is always so much fun to fluster him. Taehyung may think that he is the greatest master of seduction, but he will still freeze up completely the moment you make an even sexier move on him.

You grin, keeping your eyes locked on the screen of your notebook. You don’t move your hand between his legs, you just keep it resting there.

“My love”, he whispers, voice shaking in excitement.

“Mhm?”

“Your hand…”

“Oh that? Don’t worry, I’m just warming it up. I’m not gonna do anything”, you assure him nonchalantly.

He squirms, letting out a needy mewl. But he wants you to do something. He doesn’t want to sit here and have your hand between his legs. He wants it down his pants.

"That's not cool." 

You chuckle, but stay focused on your work. Typing becomes very difficult now that you have one hand between your husband's warm and ever so restless thighs. But this is a small price to pay for the absolute joy of his very obvious neediness. 

He wiggles, nudging you with the tip of his nose, “pssst, darling?”

“Yes Tae?”

“Do you want to make out?”

You chuckle, cocking up an eyebrow at him, “you want to make out? Here?”

“Yes, here”, he whispers, staring at your lips rather obsessively.

“But…you know what this does to you”, you draw closer to his crotch, “you think you can handle it?”

“Y-yes, please kiss me”, he begs, breathing heavily. He is so much fun, you haven’t even touched him properly yet and he is already panting.

"I don’t know Tae...what if you can’t?" 

"I can, please I can. Please." 

Truly he is so much fun to rile up.

You let out a very obvious fake sigh of annoyance, "fine, if I can work in peace afterwards", you put your laptop aside and finally turn to look at him. He is gazing at you with desperate eyes, groping your tits with eager hands. He knows that he is allowed to do this and sees no shame in abusing this privilege to the fullest. 

“No sounds, you hear me?” you warn, making him nod his head vigorously, "I can't hear you." 

"Yes, I understand", he rasps.

You smile, tracing his parted lips with your thumb, “good boy”, you coo, pulling him into a kiss afterwards.

He moans, letting you take control instantly and parting his lips for your tongue. You dart it out cautiously, tracing his soft lips at first. He tastes like the mint chewing gum he always chews on. He threw it into the bin mere minutes ago and you are sure that he only chewed it in hopes of a making out session.

His hand slides to the back of your neck, his fingers thread through your hair just the way he knows you like it. Gentle and careful at first, and needier and rougher when the desire in his stomach gets too much for him to handle. They are gentle at the moment, touching your skin lovingly and sending shivers down your spine. You pull back for a moment of breath, your foreheads are pressed together, your eyes closed.

“I love you handsome”, you whisper, stroking your thumb over his heated cheeks.

“I love you more sweetheart” Taehyung murmurs, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.

You smile before kissing him once more. It is as gentle as before, both of your lips moving in perfect harmony. Soon passion starts to stir in both of your stomachs and you deepen the kiss. The signal that you can unlock your seatbelts has long stopped glowing above your heads and with the newly lost constriction, you climb on top of his lap, sitting down comfortably right beneath the dent in his pants.

He whines against your lips, his hands on your hips trying desperately to get you to scoot up those last few inches. He is burning up, aching for your weight on his cock.

“No sounds”, you rasp, giving his hair one gentle tug.

“S-sorry”, Taehyung presses out, chasing your lips until you kiss him again, now nibbling on his lower lip. Just feeling his racing pulse against your fingertips is enough to spur you on, to make you kiss him deeper. You want to explore every inch of his addicting mouth, want to make him whine desperately against your lips and make him squirm underneath you.

You twirl his hair between your fingers, earning yourself a throaty groan from him. His hips buck up, the movement enough to nearly move you where he wants you the most. On his aching cock, where you can grind down on him and make him cum in his pants, just like you did a few months ago in the backseat of his car. He was quite literally on a way to a meeting when you thought it appropriate to grind and grind and grind on his cock until he couldn’t help but cum with a guttural moan and shaking legs. And no, you were not nice enough to bring a set of spare pants with you, resulting in Taehyung having to hold his meeting in his cumsoaked pants and a stupid excuse of having spilled his beverage. You love to tease him about it every now and then. He pretends to hate it, always starting to pout and whine about how he just wants you to forget about it. That he was way too horny back then and that he wouldn’t have done that hadn’t he been so horny. But you know otherwise, he loves being reminded of it. You had to repeat it many times after that. He loves the thrill of it and the grin that it causes to appear on your face. Also the sex that comes with it afterwards. It is as if the reminder spurs something deep inside of you, a dark desire to humiliate the poor man and make him beg for your touch before making him cum so hard his eyes roll back and he sees stars. He loves it.

And he wants it. Now. He wants to feel you grind against his cock. He wants you to make him cum in his pants again and he has to run around in his ruined pants for the remaining flight.

He whines desperately, tightening the grip around your hips and trying to push you on top of his throbbing cock. For a second he thought himself to be successful, but then you stop kissing him, pulling your head back to look at him through hooded eyes and Taehyung knows that he didn’t even come close to moving you.

“Is someone trying to be disobedient right now? I said no noises", you warn, tugging at his hair just enough so his head tilts back to reveal his delicious neck. It moves in a sinful gulp, tempting you to cover it in hickeys. He is so perfect to look at.

“Please darling, I just wanna feel you”, he croaks, licking his lips.

You smirk, stroking the back of your hand over his heated cheek.

“And why should I grant you this wish?”

He tugs you closer.

“Because it feels so amazing.” 

You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. 

He licks over his lips, “for, for you of course. I'll make, make sure that you will cum. I promise, please darling let me make you cum. Please”, he begs.

“You’re such a liar Taetae”, you coo. 

His eyes race between yours, begging you silently to just give in and grant him this wish. 

"This isn’t about me", you drag your nail down his chest, playing with the hem of his pants afterwards, “you just want to cum in your pants, hm?” you rasp into his ear, nibbling on his earlobe, “go on tell me.”   

“Please”, he groans, “yes, I lied I-I want to cum in my pants. P-please my love.”

“I knew it”, you grin, kissing up his jawline, “it sounds intriguing”, you say.

He moans, melting into your touch. 

“But I'm not convinced”, you say, looking up with a devilish smirk on your face. 

Desperation glimmers in his eyes, his lips opening and closing in desperate search for the right words.  

“Darling please”, is everything he chokes out before your lips silence him again.

You are kissing him harshly this time around, sucking and biting on his lower lip until it is tender. It earns moan after moan from the man beneath you. His hands are trembling on your hips, fighting the urge to pull you closer. You know he could overpower you, he has proven it time and time again when your tickling fights got out of control or he carried a heavy box without as much as batting an eyelash. He knows it too. But despite that, he stays still, daring only to massage your hips.

Soon your hips begin to move, changing between circles and up and down movements on his clothed thigh. You lessen the intensity of your kisses, the pleasurable feeling of your clothed core rubbing against his leg enough to draw breathy moans from your lips.

“Please, I want to feel that”, Taehyung whines, glancing down to where your core meets his thigh.

“I bet you do. It feels amazing”, you murmur, combing your fingers through his locks.

“It does? Don't do that to me please”, he whines, looking up at you with big puppy eyes.

You chuckle, cupping his flushed cheek.

“Please Madam, please I'll be so good”, he begs. 

He is getting more desperate. His once calm hands grab your hips rather painfully, pulling you closer to his crotch ever so often. His desperate fumbling makes the muscle of his thigh flex involuntarily, the new feeling sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. A loud moan escapes your lips, loud enough to halt both of your movements. 

You are staring at the closed folding door of your little cabin. It is made out of nothing but thin plastic, thin enough that you are sure everyone must have heard your little slip up.

"Taehyung", you hiss, "you made me mess up."

“I’m sorry, really sorry. Please don’t stop Madam please, you were enjoying this so much”, he begs, whispering the words into your ear. His voice is raspy, vibrating against your hand pressed to his chest. His hot breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine. The feeling is enough to dampen your panties with new arousal. He flexes his thigh in an attempt to make you move again, but your eyes sending him a warning glare is enough to make him stop.

“Behave”, you warn him before finally slipping off of his thigh.

“Madam”, he whines, pulling at your arm.

“I said behave. We can’t continue this, we'll have to wait until we're at the hotel”, you tell him, fighting his grasp playfully.

Taehyung looks at the small information monitor right next to the seat belt sign.

“But that's in literally ten hours”, he gasps, his shoulders sagging.

“You lasted for far longer than ten hours without cumming. I think you can manage."

There was another kink you and your husband tried out recently. Chastity. Taehyung read about how not ejaculating for a long time will enhance the fertility of a man's seed and because you and him were currently trying everything to get pregnant, he suggested holding out on sex for a few days to test out the theory. The theory - as you had already told him - turned out to be fake. But the enjoyment for the kink remained. Just a few days later, Taehyung came home with a beautiful metal chastity cage and a little necklace for your key. He managed to go a proud ten days and six hours before literally turning mad in neediness. Taehyung had tried to soften your heart and make you cum so hard you would take off the cage restricting his swollen cock four days earlier than arranged by fingering you in the middle of your office. After getting walked in on by one of your employees, one could imagine that his desperate wish wasn't granted.

And now you are careful with your public outbreaks of passion. Today was no different. Although today was laced with pretend. You really wanted his cock, but teasing him for a little is fun too.

“But what about you? Wouldn't it be nice if you could cum? I know how much you want to”, Taehyung tries to convince you. He travels his hand up and down your side, stopping at your hips to massage them.

“Taehyung”, you warn.

"Please", he begs, giving you his best puppy.

"No, no we can’t continue", you say and despite that you begin opening his pants, "seriously, the boy makes me mess up and expects me to continue. Have you no manners Tae?"

He whines, lifting his hips just so you can pull his pants down and finally free his aching cock. It springs free, throbbing in the ecstatic feeling of freedom. 

"I can't continue this Taehyung. You are going to have to make me cum another way", you rasp, straddling his lap once again. You push your panties to the side and with the same hand force his perfect cock to breach your hungry pussy. 

"Oh fu-", he gets silenced by your hand resting itself over his mouth.

"No sounds Tae, no sounds", you whisper, voice shaking in pleasure. You are struggling yourself. His cock is filling you out so well that all you want to do is scream in pleasure. 

Thick and veiny, hard and throbbing, long and curved. His cock is quite honestly the best sextoy a woman can own. And fuck, it feels like ecstacy to know that you are the only woman in the world who has the privilege of owning it. 

You pull your hand away, basking in the view of his blissed-out expression. His lips open, letting the smallest of moans escape. His hands are grasping your hips, helping you with your movements. 

"It feels so good", you whisper, leaning closer to poke his nose with your own.

"I can't", he whispers, "i-it's so hard to stay quiet."

"Remember who wanted this Tae. You can do it, don’t give up now." 

"Fuck, Madam", he whines, reaching up just to bury his fingers in your hair and pull you onto his lips. 

He has to kiss you. If he wouldn’t, he would probably break into a million pieces. Your pussy feels so good. 

Wet and warm, tight and pulsating, deep and oh so welcoming. He never told you, but nothing comes close to the way your pussy feels. Nothing. Truly nothing. Taehyung loves the feeling so much that now that he needs to stay quiet, it feels like torture to be fucked that good. 

The kiss breaks just so he can choke out a moan. 

"Hush Tae, not so loud." 

"Then please s-slow down, it's so hard. I just wanna make a sound", he begs, playing right into your shared fantasy. 

A married couple so horny for each other that they couldn’t control themselves and had to fuck right here and now. It is a nice fantasy, because it wasn’t even that far off from reality. You were married and you were way too horny, but you could have controlled yourselves. You just didn’t want to. 

Quite frankly, you had been wet ever since you woke up. With Jiwoo's suggestion you started to take vitamins especially designed to help get pregnant and perhaps you are only imagining it, but ever since you did, you have been constantly horny for your husband. Maybe it is also all the creative and fun sex you and him are having on your journey of becoming parents, but goddamn you want him twenty four seven, three sixty five. 

Today is no different. Riding him feels like ecstacy to you. The constant roaring of the plane is barely audible in your ears, all you are focused on are Taehyung’s soft moans and the slick sounds of his cock shaping your wet pussy. 

"I can't get enough of you Tae, I don’t wanna slow down", you rasp, even going so far as to speed up your movements. 

Taehyung trembles, retorting to biting down on his lower lip and whimpering. 

"Holy fuck yes", you groan, making it even harder for him by giving him the most sinful of expressions. 

Taehyung is obsessed with the way you look during sex. He always thinks that you are hot, but when he is balls deep inside of you and watches your face glow in pleasure, you look even hotter than normally. 

"Madam", he croaks, feeling his cock swell inside of you, "Madam, I'm gonna cum."

"Not yet", you whisper, taking one of his hands to guide it to your clit. 

He knows what to do. He slickens his thumb in his saliva and connects it with your swollen clit to rub quick circles on it.

Now you are the one struggling with your sounds, muffling them in his shoulder. Taehyung feels how your breath soaks his shirt in warmth before leaving behind a cold sensation. 

"Oh god….Tae", you croak, clenching around him rhythmically. The new tightness helps with the sensations, enabling his leaking cock to grind against your favourite spots. 

"Am I doing good?"

"Yes Tae, so good. Holy fu-", you suck on his neck instead, knowing very well that if you didn’t, you would be the one waking everybody up.

Taehyung mewls, squirming underneath you. It feels so good when you give him a hickey. He is so into it, so fucking into it. 

"Close, so close", he gasps. 

"Same, just keep going", you encourage him before dragging your lips up his face in sloppy kisses. 

Taehyung gasps with each kiss, growing harder and harder the longer he has to hold back. 

You have just reached his parted lips when Taehyung’s skilled thumb finally ticks you off.

"Holy fuck, now", you press out, kissing him in the last moment to muffle the ecstatic moan of your high hitting you. Taehyung swallows your sounds, kissing you back just as messily as you kiss him. He is aching. He can feel just how hard he is making you cum and all he can do is hold back and hope for one more second of strength. 

You are still halfway gone in your high when you break the kiss to speak.

"Fill me up Tae, I wanna have your fucking babies."

"Oh M-Madam", he stutters and finally let's go, pumping you full of his cum while his body trembles in ecstasy.

Your kisses are the only thing keeping you and him from being loud. Quite frankly, you are only kissing to stay quiet. It feels so good. It feels so fucking good to orgasm and to know that maybe, just maybe, this time around it is finally enough. 

You grow limp the second your shared high dies down, falling into his chest. His cock stays lodged inside of you, still surprisingly hard despite how intensely he just climaxed. Maybe he is trying to make sure your shared wish finally gets granted, perhaps however he just simply wants to stay close to you for as long as possible. Either way, you are happy that this is the way you and him calm down.

“I'm genuinely so in love with you”, Taehyung mumbles, defeated by his high, but feeling oh so happy.

"You're so cute", you smile, "me too Tae. I love you so much."

"Do you think we were successful this time around?" 

"I don't know. Something tells me that we were." 

He chuckles, "you say that about everytime we had sex."

"Yeah well", you giggle, "this time, I’m certain." 

"Fine, then I'll believe in it too." 

You were right. You and him were successful. But you'll only find out about your success four weeks and ten days from now.

[theparanormalperiodical]

Top 10 Controversial Horror Films That Are Famous For All The Wrong Reasons *gags* *cries*

At the beating heart of horror is offence.

From that undeniable sense of something not being quite right, to the CGI-blood-spurtin’-adrenaline-fuelled scenes that leave us shaking in our boots, horror pivots on the knife edge of controversy.

It’s used to drive plots. It’s used to drive hype. And at the end of the month, it drives studio executives to the bank.

Horror films can be traumatic enough. But there are some films that bear the cross of controversy more than others. There are some films that have been branded as so damaging to their potential viewers that merely circulating copies of the film is illegal.

And yet their infamy has forged cult viewership. What was once shielded from us has now become ‘must see’.

Today we are going to be counting down horror’s most controversial films and what made them quite so topical.

*I’m going to star the ones that you can actually watch without getting traumatised. Some are controversial not because of their content but because some religious or political groups disagreed with them*

#10 - The Blair Witch Project (1999)*

Let’s ease in with a classic - a classic you can watch without sleeping with the light on.

In this found-footage flick we see a team of film students as they explore a local urban legend. But what they find leads them to unknown and ungodly territory.

The problem with this film is that it was marketed as a true story. No, not based on a true story, a true story. Yep, they claimed what we were seeing was real, found footage of some teens going mad as they forage deeper into mysterious woods.

IMBd went so far as to report that the actors were dead. Then, the movie studio super-charged their efforts to confirm to the public that not only was this film 100% real, the three main actors were still missing. The parents of the actors then started receiving sympathy cards.

There’s even a mocked up website that perpetuates these claims. 

#9 - Night Of The Living Dead (1968)*

Time for another not-too-disturbing film.

This is the original zombie apocalypse film saw a group of Americans attempt to survive an incoming attack of the undead while trapped in a rural farmhouse.

But the Motion Picture Association of America wasn’t too happy about it. The film rating system was yet to be in place, allowing children to also show up for an afternoon screening and be greeted by a 97 minute montage of extreme violence.

“The kids in the audience were stunned. There was almost complete silence. The movie had stopped being delightfully scary about halfway through, and had become unexpectedly terrifying. There was a little girl across the aisle from me, maybe nine years old, who was sitting very still in her seat and crying”

#8 - Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer (1986)

In this psychological film, we watch a random crime spree take place at the hands of a couple serial killers. Loosely based on real murderers Henry Lee Lucas and Ottis Toole, its controversial reputation was founded on the gore ‘n’ guts screened in the movie.

Whilst it didn’t receive much attention from the public, various classification boards across the world ensured new versions edited with certain scenes - often involving sexual assault and necrophilia - removed for viewers.

In 2003, the BBFC (the UK classification board) finally allowed the uncut version to be released and Australia followed suit in 2005.

#7 - I Spit On Your Grave (1978)

It’s the original rape-revenge flick. And it managed to piss everyone off.

Originally titled Day of the Woman, it tells the story of a fiction writer who exacts revenge on a group of four men who gang rape her.

Despite its pro-women claim-to-fame, the 30 minute rape scene begs to differ. Furious debate surrounds its feminist label as a film that forces the audience to endure rape from a female perspective and long-winded violence against men (something which is often reserved for women in horror). Regardless, the graphic violence earned it a steady ban in Ireland, Norway, Iceland, and West Germany.

#6 - Silent Night, Deadly Night (1984)*

You don’t get many controversial Christmas films. They typically stick to a cookie-cutter plot ‘n’ purpose every holiday season. But there are no strong women who need to rediscover the meaning of Christmas here.

Instead, we see a child traumatised by seeing his parents murdered on Christmas Eve go on a seasonal rampage as an adult.

A week after its release in the early 80s, it was pulled from theatres due to backlash. Marketing was focused on a Santa Claus killer with adverts often airing during family-friendly TV programmes and meant numerous children developed a phobia of Father Christmas. Large crowds protested cinemas with one notable protest involving angry families singing carols at the Interboro Quad Theater in The Bronx.

It was only in 2009 - 25 years after its original release - that a DVD of the film was first made available for purchase in the UK.

#5 - Psycho (1960)*

This legendary film follows the disappearance of a young woman after her encounter with a strange man called Norman Bates, one of horror’s most iconic figures. The controversy that would engulf this fim lay not in the violent attack on an innocent woman or even the disturbing content of the film.

Oh, no. It was because of what the leading lady was wearing.

In the opening scene of the film, we see Janet Leigh wearing nothing but a bra.

*gasp*

This racy attire was emblazoned across promotional material, meeting Hitchcock’s high standards of creating controversy around the movie. There was a no late admission policy for movie theaters, and the posters told viewers “Do not reveal the surprises!” to maintain a mysterious aura around the plot twist.

#4 - The Human Centipede (2009) (all of ‘em)

I’ve watched a lot of horror films, in case you couldn’t tell.

I’m used to watching a scary movie, shaking off the anxiety, and moving on with my life. But there are some that stayed with me. I only watched the trailer for the first movie, and it legitimately traumatised me. It gave me quite a severe, sudden bout of a depression for a solid month when I was 13.

Throughout horror’s goriest franchise, we see an evil doctor and amateur mad scientist attempt to sow several people together into a centipede-like chain from mouth to anus.

*retches*

At the heart of promoting the franchise was controversy. Tom Six, the director, forced a narrative that claimed from the first film that this was "100% medically accurate". He even alleged a Dutch doctor helped inspire the film, confirming that with an IV drip, this was entirely possible.

Although it didn’t receive furore that amounted to serious censorship or long-term banning, it was infamous for having its viewers vomiting in the cinema aisles.

The second film, however, was subject to much more severe controversy and could not legally be supplied in the UK until 2011 due to its heavy focus on sexual abuse, more graphic violence than the original film, and it’s pretty vile depiction of a murderer that was intellectually disabled.

Audiences were used to the graphic nature of the franchise by the third and final release. As the least-controversial and least-enjoyable film according to critics, it barely made a dent in the horror community.

Good riddance, I guess?

#3 - Faces Of Death (1978)

I’m not sure I’d recommend this one per se - but I will give it credit for being an interesting project.

This documentary-style film is a montage of footage of people dying in different ways. As a result of its very graphic and very real content, it was banned and censored in many countries. Only in 2003 was it released on DVD in the UK after a scene was cut featuring dogs fighting and a monkey being beaten to death.

Germany, Australia, and New Zealand followed suit, reversing their bans and releasing edited versions.

However, 7 years after its release, the media revamped its interest in the film after a maths teacher showed it to his class at a Californian high school. Two of his students claimed they were so traumatised they received a costly settlement to reimburse their emotional distress. Things took a darker turn a year later, when a 14 year old bludgeoned a classmate to death with a baseball bat; he claimed he wanted to see what it would be like to actually kill someone after watching Faces of Death.

#2 - Cannibal Holocaust (1980)

This Italian film’s title alone hints towards two frightening things: flesh-eating humans and genocide. In this found-footage movie we see an anthropologist lead a rescue team into the Amazon rainforest to find a group of filmmakers that went missing.

The rampant graphic content including sexual assault and animal cruelty showcased in the film (7 animals were killed during filming in some pretty horrific ways) led to it being banned in 50 countries.

Some also alleged that a handful of deaths seen in the film were real, as were the missing film crew. In fact, the actors portraying the documentarians signed contracts that stopped them appearing in motion pictures for an entire year to maintain the illusion of reality.

And only 10 days after its premiere, the director was charged with obscenity and the film confiscated. All copies were to be turned over to the authorities. There are currently a range of versions that have been edited to varying degrees and are allowed for circulation.

#1 - A Serbian Film (2010)

No.

Nope.

Don’t do it. Don’t watch this film.

A Serbian Film follows a retired porn star who agrees to feature in an “art film” for some cash. Little does he know this film will include rape, incest, pedophilia, necrophilia…

Just don’t watch it.

It is still banned in South Korea, New Zealand, Australia. It is supposedly a parody of politically correct films made in Serbia that are funded by foreign groups and allegedly speaks openly about post-war society and the struggle for survival.

*shakes head*

Off to have a 3 hour shower, brb.

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Winter/Holiday Challenge

Hello wonderful Tumblr Peeps! It’s that time of year where we get all those festive feels. @sagechanoafterdark and I wanted to throw a bit of a holiday party for all of us. 

Below you will find some prompts, a bit of everything that we had pulled together to help inspire you either in writing, mood boards, or other forms or artwork you would like to submit. Either just seasonal fun or holiday specific. Also throwing this out there, if you wanted to switch up some of the prompts from Christmas to something a little different, but want to use the idea in the prompt, please feel free. We encourage it, just please specify if its another holiday so I can write it down. We personally know most Thanksgiving and Christmas traditions, but would love to see (as well as learn) other traditions that you all celebrate. We are leaving this as an open fandom challenge, and will be making a masterlist with all the works submitted to us. Happy Writing! 

Below the cut, you will find the rules and prompts provided.

Can be anything you want to submit, writing or art work. 

Non Con and Dub Con is allowed

Underage, messing with animals, toilet play is a hard NO for us.

All that being said, Properly label your work for anything that’s needed. We have the right to refuse reposting/adding to the official list if it's incomplete with its warnings. 

Please send Sweater your request in a ask, with the number/s and character/fandom you want to write for.  

AU, OC, Y/N, etc is allowed. 

There will be no date to have it submitted by, we know people have lives and cant always get to stuff ASAP. Or the muse has stepped out. No worries, we got you. Submit when you can. 

Anything that is over 500 words, please use a ‘KEEP READING’ Lets not clutter our friends blogs up. (if you're on mobile, we understand it's not easy to use, no worries.) 

Please Reblog this for people to see, we would appreciate it. 

You don’t have to follow us, although be cool if you did

When you tag this, please use #ssholidaychallenge and tag @sagechanoafterdark​ and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ in your fic. 

Also probably send one of us a message if one of us doesn’t respond in a timely manner, it’s most likely where Tumblr is not sending notifications. 

You can mix and match prompts. If you wanted something from each category, feel free. Just send the info in your ask. 

There will be no restrictions in prompts, more than one person can have the same prompt. 

2 stories per person though.

HAVE FUN with this. 

Prompts

Person A surprises Person B by being home in time for any holiday of choosing @just-one-ordinary-fangirl with Steve @angrythingstarlight with Andy, Dark!Steve

Person A is great at baking, Person B is not. Chaos @nekoannie-chan with Steve/Brock

Person A is very particular about decorating, Person B just wants to put the decorations wherever they want. 

“That's the ugliest sweater i’ve ever seen.” @icanfeelastormbrewing and @what-is-your-plan-today with Jake and Stella

“My house, my rules. Christmas music stays on.” @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho with Ransom

“Yea, uh, alcohol doesn't go in hot chocolate.” @viinchester

“I love you, but you are a shit decorator.” 

“Step away from the cookies.” @pagesoflauren with Ransom @the-soulofdevil

Pulling you/character in for a kiss from the scarf @imma-sucker-for-a-beard with Chris @queenbeean​ with Ransom

Christmas Cookie Baking Day

Hiding the pickle in the tree @thefanficfaerie with Steve

“Can we pretend we’re dating at my family's Christmas Party? Then keep it up till New Years?” @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad 

Accidentally breaks ornaments decorating @stuckonjbbarnes with Loki

“Are those lights singing?” “Yes” “I hate them” “I love them” 

Kinky Gift Exchange

“Let's do something to put us on the naughty list” @imma-sucker-for-a-beard with Chris

Wrap yourself up like a gift

Get caught nibbling on forbidden holiday treats @sweeterthanthis

“All I want for christmas is you” @queenbeean​with Curtis

Finding the PERFECT tree @what-is-your-plan-today with Rogers @thefanficfaerie with Chris

Meeting the family for the holiday @mcubabydotcom with Ransom @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad 

Snowed in and make a fire for warmth (and cuddles) @romaxnogersav with Bucky @steebsbabygirl with Steve

Holiday Movie Night! (any movie of your choosing) 

Exchanging Secret Santa Gifts @navybrat817​ with Bucky

Lighting the Menorah

Eight Days of Hanukkah

Exchanging homemade gifts on the last day of Kwanzaa

Kwanzaa party! 

Seven Days of Kwanzaa

Playing the dreidel and other games

“Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, Merry Christmas Bitch, I love you.” (feel free to leave out the swear if you want) 

“Do you wanna build a sno-” “Don't you dare finish that” @twittytelly with Chris @bananapie99 with Bucky

“You look like this gingerbread man” proceeds to take a bite. @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho with Ransom

“I love Christmas more than anything” “what, even more then me?” @just-one-ordinary-fangirl with Ransom

“You’ve burnt the turkey.” 

“I’m freezing, you’re warm. Hug me.” @arrowsandmixtapes @steebsbabygirl with Steve @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad 

Exchanging Secret Santa Gifts

Donating toys to children @redhairedfeistynerd​ with Chris

“Did you put antlers on the dog?” @what-is-your-plan-today with Adlers @viinchester with Chris 

“Im freezing, you are warm, hug me.” @nekoannie-chan with Steve/Brock

Song Prompts

41. Santa Baby - Eartha Kitt @angrythingstarlight​ with Andy

42. It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year - Andy Williams

43. White Christmas - Bing Crosby

44. Jingle Bell Rock - Bobby Helms

45. Frosty The Snowman - Gene Autry

46. Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer - Gene Autry

47. Santa Claus Is Coming To Town - Bruce Springsteen

48. Blue Christmas - Elvis

49. Last Christmas - Wham

50. Mr Grinch - Thurl Ravenscroft @stargazingfangirl18​ with Frank Adler

51. Silver Bells - Dean Martin

52. Mele Kalikimaka - Bing Crosby

53. Its Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas - Johnny McMathis

54. Holly Jolly Christmas - Burl Ives

55. Feliz Navidad - José Feliciano

56. Hippopotamus for Christmas - Gayla Peevy

57. Holly Jolly Christmas - Dean Martin @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​ with Ransom

58. All I Want For Christmas - Mariah Carey @angrythingstarlight​ with Dark!Steve

59. Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer - Elmo and Patsy

60. Rockin Around The Christmas Tree - Brenda Lee

Movie Prompts- 

61. Four Christmases- You and Character of choice go to your different family Christmas’s, each with their own disasters. 

62. National Lampoon's Christmas- The whole family gets together in one house to celebrate. (Cousin Eddie anyone?) @pagesoflauren​ with Ransom

63. Jingle All the Way- Got to find THE GIFT of the season last minute

64. The Grinch- Someone just doesn't like the holiday, heart is three sizes too small. But it can all turn around and find the holiday spirit @verdandi-storm​

65. It's A Wonderful Life- Someone gets an awakening during the Holidays at just how lucky they are from a visitor.

Picture Prompts-

66.

@bananapie99 with Bucky

67.

68.

@twittytelly​ with Chris @stuckonjbbarnes with Bucky

69.

@the-soulofdevil​ @angrythingstarlight​ with Dark!Steve

70.

@donutloverxo​

71.

@gotnofucks with Sam/Bucky

72.

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ with Sam

73.

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork​

[yokozii]

MY PACK REFRESH SUGGESTSIONS

I have some major things I've been holding onto for a while, and I shared this a few months ago with some people about what I think should be added & changed to the sims 4 for gameplay..

so where do I start lol

outdoor retreat EP - 1. all insects should spawn around the same regular hours and times of day in ALL worlds if you own the pack AND insects would affect harvestables on lots 2. hiking should be allowed here with sims automatically wanting to go scenic hiking just like the mountains in snowy escape...with a guide board for the dangers to look out for in the woods. it should not be just random wandering in the woods just for scavenging for bugs and insects when we can go camping and all this there are other things we can do! the weather is actually pretty crazy in granite falls during storms and blizzards 3. ability to make the cabins RENTABLE for HOLIDAYS and offer a discount if a family/group is coming. or have family vacation cabin days ..as well as having npc families that are in the world to go on camping trips too! 4. kids should be able to go to a summer camp or some kind of camp here. meaning one of the lots should have ability to be a community lot and have a lot type as a summer camp..where they can learn scouting and bug things and campfire folklore even go hunting for big foot and big foot clues with other campers

snowy escape - 1. the festival of lights and festival of youth SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON SEPERATE DAYS. NOT THE SAME DAY & TIME AT RANDOM or at least different weekends , I use 'flea market every sunday mod' there is no reason all the festivals should be tied into the same day in the code. remake the festivals and have them happen seasonally if you own seasons OR spread them out more. 2. festival of lights should allow us to release actual lantern lights in the air with other npc sims! the same way they can gather and watch fireworks i think this should be a thing!!!! it's good for dates and picture taking, they should also have more to do in the 'square' of the festival like dancers and maybe more decorations ...the festival is so dead looking outside the vendors and the fire pit which is hard to notice when it starts. sell bags of koi gold fish (like festival t shirts ) or have npcs give each other red envelopes with how it's done at the romance festival with the rose petal throwing! 3. rescue dogs and rescue team for when camping in the snow mountains. there is no reason we have blizzard to climb to the top and not a rescue npc team that wanders about with gear for us to get from them when it's a controlled place smh. 4. snowboarding / ski career that includes taking promo pics and competing in competitions either in rabbit hole or active career. 5. actual SKIs . 6. actual SNOWMOBILE 7. ice skating career. we got ice skating with seasons and nothing to do with it. we don't even have skating on frozen ponds. at least let ice skating in the mountains happen somehow.. 7. hibachi cook career as apart of cooking career if you own the pack 8. if you own a bathhouse lot you should get passive revenue from it being open

MORE BELOW THE CUT

City Living -1. we should be able to change the decor in the spice festival and fleamarkets. it can have a requirement of types of furniture to be there but they all SPAWN in and we should be able to save how we want that to happen. i hate the mm furniture used and I've always wanted it to be changed 2. npc apartment neighbors should collect their own roommates. without being family or randomly thrown in a household. but labled as roommates so they can always be changed. 3. we should decorate elevator hallways and walkways. 4. there should be the same kind of festival type style we have in cottage living far as people judging their own veggies and cows , but fresh fruit farmers and fresh veggie farmers should come to flea markets and sell those and like fresh juice and other things besides just city vendors. alot of city life isn't nyc city life or LA city life for alot of us. 5. npcs should actually buy fleamarket items and focus on shopping more and haggle us too 6. CC FURNITURE SHOULD BE SOLD AT FLEAMARKETS TOO. 7. stray cats and dogs! where are they?! thats very city living and yet they are not around 8. sims that actually live in san myshuno should actually walk around and be npcs there.. or ones flagged as san my residents. same way mt. koembri residents have tags and distinct ways..the san my residents should have city life trait or something. 9. a busy city overall..the closest thing we have to open neighborhoods are apartments in CL. we need to see yoga classes starting openly in all that blank space at random if we have spa day or art clubs doing art. maybe neighborhood gardening club meet..city brawl between teens..the empty spaces we have when no festivals are happening should be used for more than random political protests. which rarely happen anyway (edited)

10. basketball career! we have a BIG COURT that has no use. why can't university students come and use it for teams and not just rabbit hole soccor teams?! give us basket ball teams for the CL court and have it as a after school gig for kids and teens too

11. environmental career from island living does NOTHING anywhere else not even ECO LIVING!? why is there not a trashy city????? that has to be cleaned? give us trashy san myshuno because eco living is doing what we expected here. we need to be able to clean the environment or at least choose not to and have crap everywhere at least and have clubs that do clean up or the eco living people that do the clean up to make it look nice

12. this probably should go with my GET TOGETHER refresh ideas but.. why are there no headliner DJ careers when we have a karoke bar and club in fashion district? we should be able to have it as a dj as a active career and go on tours basically..also karoke club trait for private karoke also a buff to be known as good at karoke

13. ART SHOWS san myshuno should host random art shows in art district somewhere! if you are a artist sim your art should be able to be displayed at the galleries for fame and etc and sims can take pictures of it and have pics of the artists works or something. we sell prints to the gallery for fame+ anyway so give us a reason to use these galleries. and have artist sims recommend sims for university to art schools (edited)

14. COSPLAY - we should be able to select the costumes and cosplay WE want to wear to the geekcon. if we use cc there should be a pop up that lets us dress how we want for the event as well as cosplayers who show up

15. let us change up how the festival looks at geekcon we should have better gaming centers for famous gamers and streamers and get autographs and all that

16. scam artists who promise fame at the geekcon for promo. yes more consequences

17. astronauts should actually be at geekcon helping with building the ships or at least guiding or taking pictures with people

18. BURGULARS ! and police (npcs or played) should show up asking if you have seen a burglar due to a recent report if you live in san myshuno. basically city life integrated with get to work

Get Famous 1. fashion shows. we have the fashion career now. fashion shows on the strip or can be hosted at hottestspot lots and require reputation to be apart of , and famous sims can ask sims to participate in fashion shows for a $$$ fee. it can also be a mini part time job for regular sims who are not famous and only want to be a famous model by association depending on how they do in the show! 2. singing career! we need it 3. bouncer career! since it's basically a npc career it can kind of be semi-active! or part time! a mini job of guiding famous sims down the red carpet safely and telling crazy fans to leave to kicking out sims acting up on the dance floor we all love a mean bouncer on the premises plus we miss urbz gameplay ALOT 4. handing out flyers and posting online for sims to come watch your show or commercial or movie for sims in the acting career. promoting yourself should be apart of getting famous and not just practice acting !!! 5. whatever you are famous for sims should talk to you and mention that. OH HEY YOURE FAMOUS FOR COOKING! YOURE THAT FAMOUS REPAIR GUY! WOW I MET THE FAMOUS KNITTING GIRL. real perks of fame stuff 10/10 6. this goes with the dj career idea, why not a music producer career that works with DJs?! they both depend on each other and they should work with singers with tracks too. a song produced should be able to be played by the DJ with the singer's title too..and on the radio for maybe "local artists" station for more fame if sims like it! 7. selling dead famous sims autographs should be higher..and owning dead sims autographs should make you famous also and the ammount should keep going up the more u appraise it especially if theyre a superstar.

8. sims should leave flower vases and nice gifts by the door or p.o. mail box of famous sims. ambrosia or really nice gifts like roses and thank you letters that you can collect or picture boards they make as fan, fan things! in high levels of fame*

9. being a famous doctor or cop or scientist (all active careers ) should get your a reality show or offer to film around the hospital or something for $ or at least a interview

10. a real photographer career ...taking pictures of famous sims should be active career and famous sims should react negatively or positively to it since we can PAY to ask paparazzi to leave pay the photographer to leave too. its extra money plus what u make from the photos ..and posting them to the gossip blog is all apart of the job. and if you catch a sim doing something funny or bad thats a bonus for you in the career...and a career path to become: still life, modelling photographer, or paparazzi in the photographer career. i feel like this would take some stalking of other sims lives + homes, but just even pics of the famous sims home is good 'content' for the job

11. i feel like there should be reputation before you get fame. fame is so easy to get and everyone who is known for something is not famous enough to be considered a celeb for it I feel like opting out of fame wouldnt need to be done all the time if reputation was gained before fame. meaning sims can associate you with that thing youre good at but not faun over you for it

12. entourage. not the same as friends or anything but if you are famous enough u should have people who follow u in public or say they are arriving and they basically do whatever you do kinda how add to group works a bit but they actually laugh and point and snare at regular sims and be snooty 13. meet ups and starlight awards ....the meet ups to me are more interactive and should have days set where you can plan a meet up on the calendar for your fans to come and meet you maybe have lunch or at a park or in public places for pics and they can have i love you signs and wear your merch and all that. OR attend a meetup and maybe meet a new celeb. the starlight awards should have it where only famous sims are invited or you get a ticket to go or buy a ticket to go , not just everyone can show up even though you can block that with bouncer doors..still. for gameplay buy a ticket if you have no fame

14. movie producers, directors, actors and workers that work on 'set' of these commercials that you film should also come and scout sims for their next project. same as we have protests for political sims in san myshuno. maybe a improve scene or catching them filming outdoors or at a venue could get you to introduce your sims to celebrities. being good friends with one they might offer you a job at a certain rank or something one day.

[wiypt-writes]

Riding On

Ch3: What Happens in Vegas...

Summary: We catch up with what Fliss got up to whilst Frank was living it up in Vegas, before they both face up to the events of the weekend, because this time what happened in Vegas certainly doesn’t stay there…

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Frank Adler x Fliss Gallagher

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding On Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 2

Just when it seems like everything’s evened out, and the balance seems serene, see the fool I’ll be, still running ‘round on the flesh rampage.

“Hey!” Fliss greeted Bonnie as she walked over to where the woman was supervising the after school club.

“Hiya!” Bonnie smiled “You heard from Frank today?”

“Yeah, before.” Fliss smiled, before she looked and Bonnie “I gotta say, that video of Simon…”

“He’s an idiot.” Bonnie shook her head “Punching his own reflection…I mean…”

“I’m not gonna lie, it’s probably the funniest thing I’ve seen in ages.” Fliss giggled and Bonnie snorted, shaking her head again. At that point Mary came running over, her cheeks pink

“Hey Lissy.” “Hey sweetheart, you ready to go?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, because I got a surprise for you!”

“Me?”

“Yup!”

“Where is it?”

“We gotta go pick it up.”

“Oh, ok…bye Miss Stevenson!”

“See you Mary!” Bonnie smiled as she started to head off to Fliss’ car “Hey, give me a call…we can do lunch Sunday before the boys get back.”

“Sure.” Fliss nodded. “I’ll text you.”

With a final goodbye she headed after Mary and climbed into the driver’s side.

“Where’s Thor?” Mary asked.

“He’s at Mum and Dad’s with Rupert and Fred.” she said, “I thought after our surprise we could stay there for the weekend, use the pool and the Cinema Room…”

“Ok…” Mary looked at her suspiciously.

“I promise you’re gonna like it!”

“Just tell me.” Mary looked at her as Fliss set off driving.

“Sure you wanna know?”

“You’re as bad as Frank.” The girl rolled her eyes and Fliss laughed.

“We’re going to pick Steve up from the airport.”

Mary’s face split into a huge grin, it was a well-known fact that besides Bill, Fliss’ brother was basically her favourite person that wasn’t Frank on the planet.

“Uncle Steeby is coming to stay?” she looked at Fliss.

“Yup for a whole month. He has some work in Orlando and Tampa so he’s gonna be staying in town for a while, and then in Easter Sian and the twins are flying over.”

“Oh man!” Mary grinned, laying her head back on the seat “This is great!”

Mary’s excitement seemed to increase the nearer they got to the Airport, and Fliss had to practically hold her down in the seat as she parked the car, telling her to wait a second. Once she’d managed to park they headed into the arrivals lounge and little after 15 minutes later her brother appeared, towing his suitcase behind him.

“Hey Stack!” he grinned as Mary flung herself at him and he swept her up in a hug “How’s it hanging?” “Same old, same old!” she grinned and he let out a laugh before he placed her down and turned to Fliss.

“Oh my God!” he smiled as Fliss walked over to him “Look at you!”

She laughed “I know…” with a nod she looked down “Nothing until 16 weeks and then wham…now I feel like it’s getting bigger every day.”

He pulled her into his arms and gave her the usual bear hug before the three of them headed out to the car. On the way back to the house, Steve filled Fliss in on what exactly he was doing. The construction company he owned was in the running for a very big job in Orlando building a complete village of holiday villas not far from Lake Buena Vista. As such he was out here to meet a few people and attend the Bidders Conference, whilst also taking a look at some potential office buildings in Lakeland.

“If we win this tender Fliss, it’s going to be huge.” he smiled at her “We’re talking millions.”

“That’s great.” she smiled “You’ve really blown it up since Dad handed over the reins, I’m really pleased for you!”

“I got lucky.”

“No, it was hard work.” Fliss glanced at him.

“Frank says you make your own luck.” Mary added.

“See!” Fliss grinned at her brother. “So, would you guys move out here or…”

“I’m tempted.” he said, “As with anything, I’ll need a project team who can oversee the local suppliers and labour that type of thing, manage the schedules and what not…but our head offices will still be in Liverpool, so I’m undecided. Either way I’ll be spending a lot more time here, certainly in the first 12 months whilst it all gets up and running.”

“How does Sian feel about it?”

“She’s excited. She knows what it means to me, to the business. Obviously she realises it means more time apart as I’ll be out here quite often but…”

“Is it selfish of me to be happy about that?” Fliss smiled and Steve laughed.

“Nope, because we all know I’m the best big brother in the world.”

Fliss grinned and shook her head as Mary began to enthusiastically talk to Steve about school and University and the Girl Scout group she was in. Fliss interjected whenever she needed to but other than that she was happy to let the two of them chat away.

Once home Steve headed over to the Annex where he would be staying whilst Mary went outside to play with the dogs, Fred happy to oversee things from his spot on a chair on the large decking platform which-over looked the pool area. Steve appeared an hour or so later having showered and changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, Fliss grinning at him, calling him a tourist. Whilst it wasn’t cold by cold standards, she found it chillier having grown used to the blazing heat of the summer. Steve, who had come from the chilly early spring in England, simply rolled his eyes and handed her the box he had in his hand.

“It’s a present from me and Sian.” he smiled.

Fliss glanced down and smiled at the selection box of Pukka Tea bags.

“Steeby this is great!” she beamed “I’ve been struggling to find them out here since Sian recommended them.”

She gently opened the box and glanced at the various herbal teas. There were 12 different flavours such as Peppermint and Liquorice, Ginger and Manuka Honey, Chamomile and Rose to name but a few. There was even a handwritten note inside from Sian, explaining which ones had helped her with various symptoms she felt during her pregnancy. She closed the purple and gold box and looked up at Steve, tears in her eyes.

“Hey, come on Titch!” he laughed as she fell into his arms, chuckling herself at her ridiculous tears “It’s just tea bags.” “It’s really thoughtful, thank you.” she stepped back, wiping her eyes “Fucking hormones.” Steve chuckled, rubbing her back slightly before she turned and began pulling the rest of the stuff out for dinner.

“Wanna help?” she asked.

“You really want me to?” He smirked “I’ve still not forgot the time we made brownies and set fire to the curtains at the Farm house.” “Ok, first off those curtains were rank, as Mum said when Dad came home and hit the roof, second off, they were pot brownies and we were already stoned after smoking a load! Cooking and being high do not mix.”

Steve laughed “God, poor Mum didn’t know what to do. Came home, found us both on the floor eating them, with burnt curtains hanging at the window.” “She knew we were stoned, she told me.” Fliss grinned, handing Steve a knife “Said she lied to dad that it had been her to get us off the hook.” “Well that didn’t work because Dad told me he knew full well it was us. He made me pay for the new curtains and told me that if I ever let you smoke that stuff again he was going to beat me within an inch of my life.” Fliss laughed “He was so full of shit, he never raised a hand to either of us. Never would either.” “No, but the threat was there. Even if I was 22 at the time, scared the shit out of me.”

“Thankfully we both grew up since then, huh?” Fliss shrugged, as she grabbed a chopping board to start carving up the meat for the tacos.

“Hmmm, debatable.” Steve nudged her. “Although I can safely say I haven’t done weed since the twins were born…as tempting as it was at times.”

“I can’t remember the last time I did.” Fliss mused “Was certainly before I moved to Boston.” “Frankie boy not dabble every now and then?”

“Nope.” Fliss said “He doesn’t smoke and says the last time he did pot it made him pull a whitey so he steers clear. Hardest thing he does now is Bourbon.” “Huh…” Steve mused “I had him pegged as a bit of wild one…” “He’s not.” Fliss shook her head “I mean he cuts loose when we go out, and I dread to think about the states he’s gonna be in this weekend but…” she shrugged “He’s well adjusted, sensible, level headed…can be a bit of a child at times but, show me a man who isn’t?” Steve shot her a look and she chuckled.

“So, how is he?” Steve asked. “Seems like ages since I spoke to him.” “He’s good.” Fliss smiled “His work is going well. He’s really excited about the baby.” her hand dropped to her bump. “We’re gonna start looking for houses now our landlord had said he won’t hold us to our contract. Frankie wants to move as soon as we can so he can get a nursery ready but I’m not bothered. Not like we’ll need the extra space really until a few months after it’s born.”

“You’d be surprised.” Steve raised an eyebrow “Babies accumulate a lot of stuff…” “Well, we’ll manage either way.” Fliss shrugged “Most important thing is they’re safe and happy. We can figure the rest out as we go.” “You gonna buy or…” “Hopefully.” Fliss nodded “With work and stuff now we shouldn’t have a problem borrowing now but, I don’t know, we’re going to look into it properly once Jake’s wedding is out of the way in a few weeks.”

Steve nodded and took a deep breath “You know, I wasn’t sure about you two at first, not because I didn’t like Frank, I did, I mean I do but, well, I just thought after Dickhead that you needed time to heal and find yourself again.” Fliss looked at him as he chewed the inside of his lip before he turned to her. “But then when I saw you again after your first Christmas together and then over the Easter…I dunno, you just…”

Fliss smiled and looked down, shrugging “I might have healed in a lot of ways before I met Frank but I was still broken Steeb. Finding my way in a new relationship was hard work, it was daunting…I constantly found myself automatically doing things I did with or for John…like you know the first time Frank ever stayed over, in the morning I just got up and was about to make him coffee and he was so puzzled by it.” she shrugged “that could have been so awkward but Frank…well, he didn’t let it feel that way. Simply told me to stay the fuck in bed.” “Don’t wanna know.” Steve pulled a face and Fliss laughed.

“Joking aside, I know it used to bother him because it was almost like on a subconscious level I was comparing the two of them but he never once lost his temper, not really anyway, other than to tell me to stop putting him on a pedestal for being fucking normal…his words, not mine.” she said, framing them in quotation marks with her fingers. “He just gets it. He gets me.” “You finished with the sales pitch?” Steve asked her and she narrowed her eyes at him as he laughed “You don’t need to convince me Titch, I like the guy, I just wasn’t sure you were in the right place but it's obvious he helped you get there.” Fliss smiled.

“And Mum and Dad worship the ground he walks on.” Steve shrugged “Like seriously…”

“Awww you jealous?” Fliss teased and Steve turned, pointing the small knife he was holding at her.

“Behave.” he smirked and Fliss laughed.

“I know what you mean though…whenever we argue they’re both like ‘you need to stop being so hard on him, Lissy’.” She snorted.

“Well, to be fair, you are a little bit…” Steve shrugged “Oh, I dunno, a bit of a pain in the ass at times.” “Fuck you.” she sniggered, as Steve chuckled and once again looked down at her.

“I’m glad you found him. You deserve to be happy.” Fliss smiled, and let her brother give her another hug before she instructed him to get on with his allocated job of dicing onions if they wanted any chance of eating this side of summer. Between the two of them, they had dinner ready in half an hour and the three of them ate inside at the large kitchen table. It wasn’t long after they finished that Frank Face timed. After a conversation with Mary, instructing her once more to behave, she handed the phone to Fliss who smiled at her man and excused herself for a little while so she could go talk to him in private. He told her they were off to play poker, promised he wouldn’t gamble Bean and Mary’s inheritance away, before he apologetically said he needed to go and promised he would message her later, despite her insistence that he didn’t need to keep checking in.

The siblings and Mary, plus animals migrated to the lounge of the villa as Steve yawned, desperately trying to keep himself awake as long as possible to counteract the time difference between Florida and their home in the North West of England. He ended up helping himself to a healthy shot of Bill’s 12 year old Single Malt as Fliss had an apple juice mixed with lemonade, the 2 of them on the couch, the foot stools of the recliners in front of them whilst Mary led on the rug, playing on her computer.

At one point she let out a snigger, and Fliss looked at her suspiciously.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Frank before told me to stop doing maths and do something else…so I’m googling.” she shrugged.

“Googling what?”

“Random pregnancy facts…did you know the longest pregnancy ever recorded was 375 days?”

“What?” Fliss spluttered “That’s over a year!”

Mary grinned “and the shortest was 21 weeks and four days…both babies survived.”

Steve looked at Fliss, chuckling to himself as he took a drink of his scotch.

“Woah, your heart grows bigger too…” Mary said, “and your blood volume increases by 40-50%. That’s pretty cool.”

“No wonder you get fat…” Steve mused and Fliss picked up a cushion, hitting him in the face with it.

“And your voice can change!” Mary looked up at Fliss “Says here that it can get lower…” she studied her for a second before she nodded “Talk to me…” “What do you want me to say?” Fliss asked, dropping her voice deliberately and Mary shook her head, rolling her eyes.

“You’re doing a Frank…” she sing songed.

“Doing a Frank?” Steve looked at his sister.

“Code for being an idiot.” Fliss smiled.

“You’re 18 weeks right?” Mary continued.

“Yeah”

“It says here that’s the time the baby can hear sounds…but it gets more responsive at 25-26 weeks…” she paused “Have you felt Bean move yet?”

“No.” Fliss shook her head, “but apparently for your first baby it’s not uncommon for you not to feel it until after 20 weeks.”

“Huh, they call it quickening…” Mary mused then she grinned “I can’t wait to feel it kicking you.”

“Gee thanks Stack…” Fliss looked at her as Steve let out a loud laugh

“I bloody love this kid!” he grinned and Mary smiled back.

*****

Saturday flew by. Fliss had lessons all day at the yard, Mary hanging around to help Joanne with various tasks before she herself got to ride Monty. She was now fully walking, trotting and cantering off the line competently, so when she asked Fliss if they could try a little jump, seeing as Frank wasn’t there to shit himself Fliss agreed.

Joanna set the cross poles up, leaving the jump at less than half a foot high, but it was enough for what they wanted to do.

“Ok…so…” Fliss said, nudging the ground pole with her foot. “We’re going to just trot him at this for the time being, so when he steps over this pole you have a count of one before he is going to take off. So you need to stand up… and fold forward slightly, giving him the reins. Show me.” Mary obediently stood up, and Fliss moved to help her adjust her legs so they didn’t fling too far back.

“Ok, good…” Fliss nodded. “Joanna’s gonna lead you over the first few times ok, and if you feel like you’re losing your balance then grab hold of this bit at the bottom of his mane. It won’t hurt him, I promise.” “OK, I’m ready…” Mary nodded.

“Alright…” Fliss said, stepping back. Joanna led Monty away, before they picked up trot and ran at the small jump.

“Get ready to fold!” Fliss instructed Mary, as she approached the pole. Doing exactly as she was told Mary leaned forward as Monty took off from the ground and landed perfectly after the jump. Mary sat back up and looked over her shoulder at the jump then to Fliss who gave her the thumbs up.

“Woah, did you see that?” Mary grinned, and Fliss nodded.

“Sure did!” she laughed. “Go again?”

Mary nodded eagerly and Joanna laughed. “Well done kiddo!”

They repeated this 5 or 6 times more before Fliss asked Mary if she wanted to try on her own. Never one to back down she nodded so Joanne unclipped the line and Mary trotted Monty around in a circle before she came at the jump.

“Ok, sit up and look straight between his ears at where you’re going.” Fliss said “Don’t look down…” Mary approached the jump and Fliss held her breath, but needn’t have bothered. Monty, ever the pro took Mary over the poles easily and stopped a few strides at the other side, Mary letting out an excited yell.

“I did it!”

Fliss gave her a huge smile.

“Can we film it and send it to Frank?”

“Damned straight we can!” Fliss grinned, “Do it again.”

She pulled her phone out, filmed Mary once again jumping and then turned her phone off, slipping into her pocket as Mary rode Monty back over.

“That was amazing!” the little girl was beaming ear to ear.

Fliss nodded “Yeah, it was. You did really well Stack. You wanna walk him off now then and we can feed and go home?” Mary nodded as she turned Monty away to let him walk around the outside of the paddock. With a smile she grabbed her phone and sent the footage to Frank. He replied a few minutes later with a load of wide mouthed emojis accompanied by the words “Jesus Christ, what did I say about keeping all 4 legs on the ground?”

“Oh hush Sailor!” she replied “She loved it. Now don’t forget I want a photo of you and Greg in those suits before you go out.” “Yes ma’am…now by my watch it must be nearly 6pm there. Take Mary and Bean home and get some rest.”

Rolling her eyes she responded about him being bossy to which he replied he was entitled to be as she was carrying his kid. A few more jokey messages were shared before Fliss promised to go home and Frank said he would talk to her later.

They grabbed a pizza on the way back and once more joined Steve for dinner, the 3 of them sitting in Bill’s large cinema room later watching Avengers-Age of Ultron. Before it had finished Fliss fell asleep, to be woken by Steve at the end of the film, Mary laughing at her as she groaned and stretched out.

“Sorry!” she grinned and Steve snorted.

“She falls asleep all the time.” Mary laughed “Frank said the baby is like a parasite, sucking all her energy.”

“A parasite?” Fliss snorted indignantly, her hand falling to her bump “You hear that Bean, that’s your dad saying that. Rude…”

“He isn’t wrong though.” Steve laughed. “Sian used to refer to our two as the bloodsuckers.” Shaking her head Fliss stood up and looked at Mary, “Bed, come on. You’re out with Roberta tomorrow.” “Anywhere nice?” Steve asked Mary.

“Just to the beach.” came the reply. “I haven’t seen her in a while so we’re gonna go watch the surfing competition. Roberta likes the shorts the men wear.”

“Sure she does.” Steve smirked, laughing.

“Some of them are brighter than Frank’s shirts.” Mary mused, causing Steve to laugh harder.

They bid him goodnight, getting ready for bed before Fliss tucked Mary in and went to the spare room. She fell asleep not long after but was woken early Sunday morning with a desperate need to pee. Once sorted she text her phone to find a very drunk text from Frank, declaring he loved her and couldn’t wait for Bean to arrive and for them to get married. She shook her head, glancing at the time, it was almost 4 am meaning it was 1am in Vegas. Smiling as she replied half asleep herself, telling him to maybe think about drinking water instead of any more alcohol, she turned over and closed her eyes.

***** Frank sat dumbfounded, his entire body rigid as the person next to him in the bed let out a sigh, and then a deep groan before a head emerged from under the covers.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Frank exhaled and let out a groan as Simon looked at him “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Well, technically this is my room, jerk.” Simon said, blinking “What year is it?

“You scared the shit out of me.” Frank took a deep breath “I thought…”

“You thought you left with the blonde?” Simon peeked up at him “Nah, man. Mind you, wasn’t for her lack of trying. She was all over you. Eventually you told her to fuck off. You were quite rude actually.” Frank let out a sigh, his head falling back against the head board.

Simon sighed turning over, before he peered under the covers. “For the love of- Frank you’re naked.” “I’m aware of that.” Frank groaned.

“Fucking hell…” Simon grimaced, before he rolled out of bed “I’m going for a pee. Put some clothes on.”

Once Simon was in the bathroom he climbed out of bed, his head still spinning as he found his clothes in a pile on the floor. Shoving on his boxers and shirt he looked around the room to see an empty bottle of Jack Daniels and a pizza box on the table.

“Where the hell did we go?” He asked Simon as he walked back into the room. “Don’t ask me.” Simon looked at him, falling face down on the bed. “I know we took Greg back to your room…”

“We did?”

“Yeah he was wasted.” Simon nodded, rolling over as Frank flopped back on the bed. “He could hardly walk so the bouncers asked us to take him out of the club. We threw him in your room then…we must have gone back out…hang on…”

With a herculean effort, Simon pushed himself up and found his phone. After a brief scan his eyes widened and he snorted.

“Look.”

He turned the phone round to Frank, who saw a selfie of him and Simon in front of a face down Greg in the hotel room. Simon then began to flick through.

“Oh, ok so we went to a liquor store…” he turned the phone round to show Frank a blurry photo of a shop front “Don’t ask me why I took that and oh my god!”

“What?” Simon pressed play and a load of cheering and singing hit their ears as they watched footage of a small man dressed as a leprechaun dancing in the hotel foyer, Frank on his knees in front of him, laughing.

“I literally have no memory of that…at all.” Frank shook his head.

“Looks like we called Bonnie as well…” Simon snorted “If this angry text message that I got at 3 am is anything to go by.”

“Oh fuck.” Frank hastily reached for his phone, which really didn’t have a lot of battery left, and he hastily scanned his calls. There were none to Fliss, but he had sent her a message. According to her reply she’d been up to use the toilet, so that was ok.

His phone illuminated then with two messages. One from Fliss asking him if he was hungover, as he deserved to be, and another from Greg asking him where the fuck he was. Deciding to reply to Greg first, as he could picture the man stressing he tapped out a quick reply informing him not to worry, he’d be back at the room as soon as he’d managed to dress himself, which at the moment thanks to his head was proving a little difficult, before he replied to Fliss saying he was indeed hungover and he needed to crawl into a hole and die and as ever, reminded her he loved her.

No sooner had he sent it, she was calling him.

“That was quick…” he mumbled, before answering it. “Hey, honey…” “So, wanna tell me exactly where and what you were doing that requires you to get dressed before you go back to your room?” Her voice was steely.

Shit. He had sent the messages to the wrong people.

“Lissy, it’s not what you think.” He instantly began.

“Oh, you have no IDEA what I’m thinking!” her voice grew louder

“No, listen…I’m with Simon.” He chuckled.

“You think this is funny?” She sniffed and Frank grimaced.

“Baby, stop.” He sighed “Look, we ended up back at his room and I passed out here. That message was meant for Greg as he was asking me where I was. Instead he now has a message saying I’m hungover to fuck and that I love him.”

She was silent and he could hear her on the other end of the line rustling something before she spoke again in a quiet voice “So you weren’t with anyone else?”

“No, Sweetheart I wasn’t. Why would I want to be huh? Most beautiful girl in the world waiting for me at home.” At that Simon let out a retching noise “God you make me want to puke, Adler.” “Oh fuck off Si you dick.” He shot back.

“Hey, Fliss.” Simon leaned over to speak down the phone, grabbing Frank’s wrist to stop him moving it. “Now you, Bonnie and me have all seen Frank nekkid...”

“I swear to God I’m gonna punch you in a minute.” Frank mumbled, jerking his arm out of Simon’s reach and pushing him so hard he rolled over and fell off the side of the bed. Frank let out a laugh as Simon groaned and a hand appeared in the air, flipping him off.

“He knows about you and Bonnie?”

“Apparently so.” Frank mused

“So anything else you wanna tell me about what you got up to? Other than naked spooning Si?”

Frank laughed “We found a dancing leprechaun.”

“A dancing leprechaun?” “Yeah, in the hotel somewhere.”

“Standard.” she giggled “So, are you ready to come home now you’ve spent the last few days acting like overgrown frat boys?

“Yes, I’m more than ready to leave Aldrich Whitaker behind”

“Who the fuck is that?”

“My alter ego for last night. He’s a trust fund ass hole.” Frank grinned.

There was a pause before she replied, snorting “Whatever.”

At that point his phone gave him a bleep to tell him he was dangerously low on battery power. “Look, baby, my phones gonna die. I’ll call you when I get it charged ok?”

“Yeah, sure, hey Frankie, I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions.” She apologised softly.

“It’s okay, I’m not surprised after that message.”

“Yeah but still…” she paused “Can I blame the hormones?”

“If you want.”

“In that case it was totally them.”

He chucked “ Hormones or not, I love you.”

“Love you too sailor”

With that his phone cut off and he glanced down at it, the screen blank as the power had gone. He dropped it on the bed, before leaning back again, his hand against his forehead.

“I’m NEVER coming to Vegas again”

“Oh you not fancy it for your Batchelor party then? Simon teased as he threw Frank a bottle of water from the mini bar.”

“The fuck I do.” Frank shook his head.

*****

“I’d like to say I’m surprised but…” Bonnie shrugged as Fliss snorted, taking a drink of her apple juice from the carton as they walked back to their cars in the setting sun. They’d had dinner at one of the beach bars and stayed simply chatting for half an hour or so, but now Fliss was now ready to head home, shower and bunker down for the rest of the evening until Frank came home.

“I knew he’d end up paralytic.” Fliss said, watching as Mary wandered back towards them, huge ice cream in her hand. “Stack that’s bigger than your head.”

Mary shrugged, handing Fliss her change “It’s good though.” “Mint choc chip?”

“Yup.” she grinned, taking a huge lick. “When’s Frank back?”

“He lands into Tampa in about 4 hours.” Fliss looked at her “Why, you fed up of me already?”

“No, just thinking how peaceful it’s been without him annoying me.”

Fliss grinned and Bonnie gave a chuckle.

“Hey, did you tell Bonnie about you jumping Monty?” Fliss asked.

“Oh, no…” Mary turned to the woman, enthusiastically telling her all about it as Bonnie listened, Fliss walking alongside them, her hand rubbing her bump. She was just thinking about how nice a nap would be right then when Bonnie’s phone went.

“Sorry Mary.” She muttered, frowning at the number. “Hey, Lisa?” Fliss attention turned to Bonnie and she watched carefully as she spoke to Jake’s fiancé, her eyes flicked to her “No, no why…what’s…oh, ok…yeah…”

She cancelled the phone call and instantly tapped at the screen.

“Everything ok?” Fliss frowned.

“Yeah, I just need to check something.” she said. Fliss glanced at Mary who looked at her, shrugging.

“Here…” Fliss handed her the keys to the jeep “Go open the car…” “You know if you want me out of the way just ask.” Mary rolled her eyes.

“Ok I want you out of the way.” Fliss looked down at her. Mary snorted and took the keys, wandering off the 50 yards or so to the jeep. Fliss watched her climb in the back, the door staying open and her legs dangling out of the side. “Bonnie what is it?”

“Nothing…” Bonnie said, far too quickly as she looked up at Fliss. Fliss frowned.

“Bonnie…”

“Honestly, it’s nothing, just something Lisa told me about on facebook so…” Bonnie stuttered slightly so Fliss narrowed her eyes.

“Stop bullshitting.” Fliss said, holding her gaze “What the fuck’s going on?”

“Look, I’m sure it’s not what it seems…” Bonnie sighed, holding out her phone. At those words Fliss felt her heart sink as it could only mean one thing, and she took the phone with a tentative hand. She looked down at it and could see that it was a photo and from the logo in the bottom right hand corner it was from the official club page that the boys had been in on Saturday night.

It showed Jake, Greg, Simon, and a few others that Fliss didn’t recognise but that wasn’t what Bonnie had been referring to. What she had been talking about, as Fliss could clearly see was the background of the shot, which showed Frank with a blonde woman. Her arms were round his neck, his hand was resting on her lower back and their faces inches apart.

“Like I said, I’m sure there’s an innocent explanation…” Bonnie said, but Fliss wasn’t listening. She was busy flicking through the other photos and then she came across another of Frank, the same girl perched on his knee.

She felt sick.

“Sure, perfectly innocent…” Fliss swallowed, handing the phone back to Bonnie, her voice sounding detached. Bonnie looked down at the snap now displayed on the screen and she took a deep breath.

“Look, Fliss, Frank loves you…he was probably just drunk and…” “Touching up some whore that’s sat on his lap.” Fliss shook her head “Save it Bonnie, I gotta go.” “Fliss…”

Fliss turned away from her, the tears stinging her eyes as she headed to the jeep. Taking a deep breath she wiped her eyes, climbing into the driver’s seat.

“Are you ok?” Mary looked at her.

“Yeah, fine…just tired and hormonal.” Fliss shot her a smile.

“We can watch a film when we get back.” Mary suggested “Just chill out?”

“Yeah, yeah we can.” Fliss trying to quell the sick feeling in her stomach that had nothing to do with Bean.

Had Frank really cheated on her? She would never in a million years thought he had it in him to be unfaithful, and she was desperate to believe Bonnie, that there was some perfectly innocent explanation for it all. And maybe, just maybe with the first one she could. It could have been taken at a bad moment, when they were just talking to one another, Frank being friendly…but then again why would they have their arms round one another. And as for the second one…the same girl was sat on his fucking lap with her arm looped round his shoulder.

And he looked perfectly comfortable with it. 

She rubbed her bump again and Mary looked at her. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine sweetheart.” she nodded, painting a smile on her face before turning the key in the ignition. “Let’s go home.”

******

Frank sighed as they all trudged through the arrivals lounge, rubbing his eyes. He was ready for a shower and collapse next to his girl, he felt like he had aged a decade over the last 3 days. The rest of them looked just as bad as they headed to the waiting car, Simon’s phone reminding Frank he needed to turn his on to.

“Oh, shit…” he heard Simon groan “No, that’s not…he didn’t…I swear…”

He glanced at Frank who stood still, watching and leaning on the door frame, his own phone in his hand as it started up.

“Yeah, ok…love you…see you soon.” Simon swallowed and cut the call looking at Frank.

“What is it?” Frank looked at him, a cold feeling washing over him “Has something happened to Lissy or Mary? Or the baby, please tell me no…” “No, nothing like that but you need to call Fliss.” he said, “Frank, there’s photos of you and that blonde chick on the club facebook page. Someone tagged me and Greg in them, Lisa saw them and Bonnie and…” “Photos of what?” Frank frowned “I didn’t do anything…” “There’s a photo that makes it look like you are…and one of her on your lap.” Simon said and Frank swallowed, his stomach churning.

“Oh fahk!”

“Just get in the car.” Greg looked at him from where he stood at the other side. “Call her on the way, we’ll back you up…it’s a misunderstanding.”

“Yeah, it’ll be fine.” Jake assured him.

But it wasn’t fine, because no matter how much Frank tried, or how many messages he sent, Liss wasn’t picking up or replying and when he saw the photos, he could understand her being pissed. He would be if it was the other way round because they looked bad. The drive home seemed to take forever, and when the car finally rounded the corner onto Frank’s road they all offered to come in as well and help him explain, but he shook his head, knowing full well if he did that she would feel backed into a corner. No, this was his own dumbass fault. He’d face up to it and talk to her, make her understand how he’d told the girl to back off…she’d listen, she was reasonable.

The house was quiet when he entered and he walked through to the lounge where Fliss was sat on the sofa, her knees bent up beside her. She glanced over the back of the couch and he could see she had been crying, which made him feel like even more of bastard than he did already.

“Lissy, honey, I swear…” “You know, when I asked if there was anything you wanted to tell me, maybe I should have asked if there was something you should tell me” She sniffed, uncurling her legs and standing up and Thor’s ears pricked up from where he had been laying on the rug.

“Listen, those photos, they’re not…” He shook his head. “I told her to get lost, honestly I swear to you.”

He moved towards her, his hands dropping to her hips but she pushed him hard in the chest, stepping back.

“Don’t touch me. I don’t want you anywhere near me.”

“Sweetheart, I swear to God…”

“I don’t wanna hear it Frank.” she shook her head, walking past him. “Where are you going?” he asked, “Lissy, you can’t leave. Please, sweetheart…” “I’m going to bed, but let’s get one thing straight. The only reason I’m not screaming at you right now and storming out, slamming the door behind me is because of Mary.” she spoke calmly, too calmly for the anger which was radiating out of every inch of her body. She looked at Frank, her eyes watering as she shook her head, turning away. “You can take the couch.”

“Lissy…” “Frank…just stop.” Her voice cracked, and with that she left the room, Thor trotting behind, the bedroom door clicking behind her.

Frank stood, rooted to the spot, debating whether or not to follow her, before he decided not to. The last thing he wanted was to anger her that much she stormed out, or worse, she got so stressed something happened to the baby. No, she’d set the boundaries so he decided to respect them, and turned instead to the couch, sinking down onto the cushions his head in his hands.

She was angry, upset and she had the right to be and like he had said in the car, in her position he knew he would feel the same. She needed to sleep, calm down enough so that they could talk and he could explain, get her to listen to him. And then she’d see that it was a huge misunderstanding, even if she remained pissed at him for having the girl so close in the first place, which, ok, he shouldn’t have done but fuck…the thought of cheating hadn’t entered his mind, not once.

He swung his legs up, rubbing his face over his hands. She’d believe him. She had to, because if she didn’t, then had no idea what the fuck he was gonna do.

**** Chapter 4

[quercussp]

I like you in my clothes

Rating: M

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: “No, Phil, you’re serious? You’re turned on by emojis? We might need a divorce.”

Despite his indignation, Dan moved over onto his knees and scooted along the couch to climb onto Phil’s lap.

“I just like how they look on you” Phil wrapped his arms around Dan’s back and was nestling into Dan’s neck, leaving soft kisses at his nape.

“They look awful! They are way too short on me, babe!”

“Exactly.”

Authors note: written for @calvinahobbes as part of the Phandom Fic Fests Holiday Exchange 2020

Thank you to @plinth-of-life for betaing <3

Warnings: implied sexual content

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This was definitely not how Phil imagined spending his first Christmas Eve at home with Dan, but all things considered, it wasn’t that bad.

Yes, the flat was a total mess of moving boxes. The house they were moving into was even worse, with unfinished painting and tile waiting to be installed in the upstairs bathroom, and the move-in date has been pushed back yet again with the announcement of another lockdown.

Yes, they didn’t have a Christmas tree, a proper one that is. There were no homemade christmas biscuits.No warm hugs from Kath, no shouting over board games, no usual Lester family merriment to be seen

But on the bright side, the flat still showed some signs of Christmas. There was a small pile of presents next to the couch that arrived by mail over the last week that Dan insisted they wait until Christmas to open. Phil had haphazardly thrown some tinsel on the slightly dying palm tree in the corner of the living room. And most importantly, there was a certain someone sitting on the couch with Phil, his long dangly legs intertwined with Phil’s.

Phil looked over at Dan’s feet and couldn’t contain a small chuckle.

“What are you laughing at?” Dan lifted his eyes from his screen and grinned cheekily at Phil.

“Nothing” Phil smiled back.

They looked at each other for a couple seconds and then both looked back down to their screens, still smiling. But no matter how much Phil tried, he could not stay focused on his Twitter feed. His eyes were drawn to Dan’s socked feet. Phil was mesmerized by the little sliver of skin between his partner’s fuzzy socks and the hem of his pajama bottoms, pajamas that didn’t even belong to him in the first place

When it was drafty and cold like today, Dan usually wore his own gray pajama pants but during all the chaos and confusion of packing, he had accidentally packed away most of his loungewear into an unmarked box. After days of sulking ( “Dan, no one can see you, what does it matter what you’re wearing!” “But I can see me, Phil!” “Just put some pants on before you freeze to death, jeez” ), he finally agreed to just borrow some of Phil’s pajamas. In all honesty, Phil didn’t understand what the fuss was about since they shared shirts and jackets and jeans all the time. But emoji pajamas was where Dan apparently drew the line, and to be fair, he did look kind of ridiculous in them. For one thing, the pajamas themselves were a little ridiculous, but even more ridiculous was how they were just a little bit too short on Dan.

Phil had been a tall person for the majority of his life. He’d been used to being the tallest one in the room, to looking down when talking to people, to sticking out like a sore thumb. which is just another reason why being with Dan was so refreshing. It was surprisingly nice to feel small sometimes, to feel crowded by his boyfriend, to feel entirely surrounded by Dan’s large body, his large hands, his long legs wrapped around Phil’s hips.

Unfortunately for Phil, Dan spent most of his life trying to make himself smaller. He instinctively hunched his back, rounded his shoulders, slightly bent his knees, all to make himself a little shorter than he actually was. It was so normal for him that in a lot of their photos Dan actually looked smaller than Phil. And Phil didn’t mind that. Really, what does it matter?

But there was just something so endearing about Dan wearing a pair of Phil’s pants, their height difference so immediately apparent; endearing and, quite honestly, hot.

Phil’s musings were interrupted by Dan’s voice and a light kick at his feet.

“Phil, stop staring at my feet, you perv.”

“What am I supposed to do, they’re nice feet!” Phil gently kicked back at Dan and then ran his own feet along that lovely little sliver of skin.

“What is it with you today? Is the Christmas spirit getting you extra horny or something? Or did you suddenly develop a foot fetish?” Dan teased.

“You just look good in my clothes, ok?”

“Wait what? You mean in this absolute monstrosity?” Dan raised one of his legs in the air, pointing at the absolutely offensive emoji pajamas.

Phil couldn’t stop himself from staring at the pant leg falling down, revealing even more skin and some light hair on Dan’s calf.

“No, Phil, you’re serious? You’re turned on by emojis? We might need a divorce.”

Despite his indignation, Dan moved over onto his knees and scooted along the couch to climb onto Phil’s lap.

“I just like how they look on you” Phil wrapped his arms around Dan’s back and nestled into his chest, leaving soft kisses along the nape of his neck.

“They look awful! They are way too short on me, babe!”

“Exactly.”

Dan leaned back to take a look at Phil’s face.

“Is it the thing about me being tall again?”

Phil felt his cheeks heat up. “Maybe….”

Dan smiled and sat up on his knees, crowding Phil and looming over him. “You like to feel small, don’t you?”

“Maybe…” Phil’s voice got really quiet, almost a whisper. “Or I just think that my boyfriend being an actual giant is very hot.”

“Is that so?” Dan leaned down to kiss Phil on the lips.

***

All things considered, Phil really didn’t have much to complain about this Christmas.

It was too cold to stay out in the living room while naked and sweaty, so they ended up in the bedroom under a bundle of blankets. Dan was lying on his back, stretched out on the bed, Phil’s head resting on his shoulder. Phil was cuddled up to his side, basking in the warmth his partner radiated. He could feel Dan’s large hands curled around him and hear the steady breath slightly rocking his chest.

There was a comfortable silence in the room, only interrupted by the sound of an occasional car driving past.

Phil turned his head, pressing his lips to Dan’s shoulder.

“Happy Christmas, Dan” he whispered.

“Happy Christmas, babe,” Dan tightened his grip around his partner.

“I’m hungry,” Phil mumbled. “Do we have anything to eat?”

“There may be a box of mince pies hidden away in the kitchen just for this occasion,” Dan whispered.

Phil immediately sat up. “What? Where? I looked all over!”

“They’re in that top cabinet in the kitchen you can’t reach” Dan laughed. “I wanted to make sure we would have some left for actual Christmas day.”

“God, I love you, Daniel Howell!” exclaimed Phil. “No, go get them for me! I’m about to die of hunger here.”

“Lazy sod. Go put the kettle on, I’ll get you your pies.”

***

They ended up eating the mince pies in the living room next to their tiny tree, watching episodes of the Great British Bake-Off in the background. Phil was cozied up in the hoodie he stole from Dan (“ If you wear my pants, I can wear your hoodie ” Phil had argued), pulling the slightly too long sleeves over his hands.

Even looking at the TV, Phil could feel Dan’s gaze on him.

“What are you looking at?” he finally asked, smiling.

“You look good in my clothes,” Dan replied, grinning.

Phil chuckled. “Give me another 20 minutes to finish this tea and we can go back to the bedroom.”

“Take your time, Philly, we’ve got all night. Don’t want you to overexert yourself, you know.”

“Are you calling me old?!” Phil replied with mock indignation, grinning from ear to ear. He put his tea down and climbed up to straddle Dan’s lap. Dan’s hands automatically made their way under the hoodie and onto Phil’s waist.

“I don’t know, am I?”

Phil shut him up with a forceful kiss.

***

This Christmas definitely didn’t exactly look like Phil planned. But there were worse ways to spend the holidays. Hopefully by next year they would be hosting the extended family in their new house, there would be a little niece running all around the place chasing after their dog. Hopefully, by next Christmas Phil would have a hyphenated last name and a ring on his finger.

But for now, big spooning his giant of a boyfriend in a nest of blankets, this wasn’t half bad, all things considering.

[littlemessyjessi]

How They’d Be As Mukbangers:  Harry Potter Characters

How They'd Be As YouTube Mukbangers

James: Every video has a theme.   Like, I'm not even playing.   Holidays?  All kinda of holiday themed food.  Quidditch World Cup coming up?   Things inspired by the country of his favorite team.   Just a random day?  Everything is blue.   He's that type of way.

Sirius:  If a mukbanger was a thirst trap.  I could easily see him really getting into.  Dark background, black gloves, aesthetic as fuck and like, he doesn't even talk.  He just sits there, looks hot and somehow makes eating looking incredibly sexy.  And he fucking knows it.   Bitch also one hundred percent rolls his eyes back when it hits his taste buds.  Licks his lips and his fingers.  Takes way too big of bites.   Most people would say it's cringy how sexual his videos are...but everyone is secret subscribed anyway.  With notifications on.

Remus:  This goes one of two ways.  If he's in a good mood and things are chill, he'll find a recipe, make it to the mother fucking 't' and then have a little mukbang slash review on said recipe.  Nice lil chat.  Sweet tol bean.   Precious. If it's near the full moon there ain't none of that.  Ya boy, brings in his monstrous plate of food, sits it down and just tears into like a fucking beast, no talking.  Just nom nom nom.  Unintentionally thirst traps and people opening talk about when Remus goes beast mode.  

Peter:  Candy and sweets channel! Small mukbangs with reviews from different candies from Honeydukes!

Lily:  Lol, Lilypad.  She ain't playing around.  Her videos are planned out, edited and just generally finessed to perfection.  Even had music added to it with tiny vlog segments as it's set up.  It's a little pretentious but she does have a good following.

Marlene:   This bitch.  Fucking competitive eating queen.  Tiny ass lil ho can eat you under the table, bro.   Think RainaIsCrazy on YouTube.  She can fucking smash.  Usually does eating challenges from different resteraunts and competitions.  Often, challenges Remus on his wild days.   He's a beast but she still wipes the floor with him.  

Dorcas:  The collab.  Dorcas always has good food and good company.  She's all about sharing a meal with someone and talking about random things.

Alice and Frank:  The couple channel.  It's generally filled with so much fucking cute and the food is always tasty.  It's sickening they feed each other but you also can't help but awww.

Molly Prewett/Weasley:   Family recipes.   Molly's channel are tried and true recipes from the Prewett family.  Cook with me and tons of kitchen life hacks.  Also, that woman can turn a ham sandwhich into a full course meal. Bet.   Always taste tested by Daddy Weasley.  Yes, I said Daddy Weasley.  

Lucius Malfoy:  The most pretentious fucking channel to ever exist.  It's a whole fucking production that admittedly he does put a lot of work into.   Somewhat thirst trappy like Sirius' but instead of just having a plain black background he goes out of his way to shove as much of his manor into.   Only eats the most expensive food fucking on the planet and of course, it's prepared by House elves cause he's a twit.  (Yes, I know this is Thranduil but honestly wouldn’t put it past Lucius to be this fucking pretentious.) 

Severus Snape:  Actually pretty solid content.  His exquisite skills in potions actually made him a rather good chef.   Tasteful shots, edited well with music over everything and subtitles.   Simply audio for the eat portion at the end.  Nothing too fancy for the background.  Often just a very clean kitchen. Solid content though.

The Black Sisters: Mass chaos.  Part vlog, part drama channel, half the time the food never even gets finished because of fights.  

Bill Weasley:  The Traveler.   A lot of egyptian food.  Some made by hand.  Some vlogs from street food while he's out just generally doing his job.   Short videos but solid.  He's hot and he picks good food.  It works for him.

Charlie Weasley:  This extra ass bitch.  He's the bitch that does all that outdoor cooking.  You know what I mean.   Shots in the woods, roaring fire.  Lit by a precious dragon child no doubt.  Dragons lounging in the background like those bitches who always have their dogs there.  Yes, I'm jealous.  Close up shots of him cutting things on a custom wood cutting board. Everything he makes causes your mouth to water.  God damn, scarred, freckle faced bastard just gobbles it up and ends every fucking video with a wink.   Charlie Weasley is the ultimate thirst trap and he fucking knows it.

Percy:  Percy's channel could be epic but instead is boring as fuck.  Why?  Because he insist on having the most snooze worthy meals that are 'sensible' and THEN he proceeds to talk about politics.   He actually had a pretty decent following of other like minded individuals but my god- politics and porridge, Percy?  Really?

However, once he chills the fuck out, leaves the ministry to do something else - it’s a game changer.  Brings the family on for mukbangs.  Does videos with mummy weasley.  Percy grows his hair out and Bill teases him for being a copy cat.  Much better.  Still talks politics but it’s fucking hiliarous and now the food is poppin. 

Fred and George:  Alright, this shit right here.   Every fucking bit of it is a self promo for the shop.  Meals inspired by and that would go well paired with 'this product'.  Like, that's the whole thing.  And then they run an add for their shop at the end featuring the product.  It works for them because they're smart, they're hot and they're also wildly entertaining with their constantly sibling squabbling. But yeah.  Big promo for the shop.

Ron Weasley: Honestly, out of everyone.   Ron probably has the most followers and it's because he doesn't say shit while he's eating. He sits down with a massive fucking turkey.  Nods at the camera and just tears it up.   It's literally so satisfying.  All the food is prepared by his mother.  So it's obviously fantastic. ( I just had to use this gif.) 

Ginny:   Gin's channel is usually team building videos with the Harpies.  'Cheat Day: Vlog and Mukbang w/the Harpies' type of vibes.  It's cool though and since it's a famous quidditch team the fans enjoy the behind the scenes action and actually drop all kinds of recipes for them to try in the future.

Hermione:  Hermione could easily veer off into Percy's channel of misery when she gets started on her rants but mostly they're really chill videos.  Mukbang and Book Review type of vibe.  Or sometimes even the playing of an audio book while she does her thing.  All in all, wholesome.

Harry:  Lol, I swear.  Fucking awkward bean.   Harry's videos are literally of him making the simplest of things and being so fucking awkward. "Er, well, hi guys.  So I'm about to head out for work.  Running a bit late.  But we're having a bit of toast and jam."  Like it's literally just little videos of him eating whatever throughout the day.  But of course, since he's Harry Fucking Potter- his follower count is astronomical.  

Neville:  Now, this boy.  This boy is a goblincore gobbo's wet dream.  Gardening videos with homegrown veg.  Recipes from Grandmother.   Have a nice Veggie Pot Pie with Professor Longbottom in the Hogwarts Greenhouse.  There is a fanbase and it is huge.  

Luna: Honestly, the weirdest fucking channel in the world.  Like she finds the weirdest things to eat and goes from there.  But Luna is bae so it's cool.  Also, a thousand percent does Smoke Sesh + Mukbang videos.  You know it's true.

Dean and Seamus:  Literally, eating in the most crowded pubs as they visit football games around the country.  Seamus will definitely pull the Irish card from time to time to have a drinking competition.  He wins everytime.  He may be a little dude but shit- homie can hold his own.

Cedric:  Honestly, it's so fucking pure.   Straight up did videos during his time at Hogwarts in the Hogwarts kitchen.  Such kind little conversations with the house elves.  "Hey, guys.  Thanks for coming back to another video.  Today we're making some really tasty biscuits.  Whispy, one of the talented bakers here in the kitchens, is here to help us today so please say hello to her in the comments."  He'll also always make extra and leave them in the Hufflepuff common room for everyone to enjoy.  Like, it's honestly so pure and he's such a soft boi and oh my fucking geeeeeeerrrrrrdddd!!!!!

Draco: Actually takes it really seriously and put a lot of hard work into it.   Nothing like his father's ego-tistical recipes.   Surprisingly, every. single. recipe. is a muggle recipe.  How would he know?  Because he cross referenced with Granger of course.  Cooks it himself.   No magic.  Lots of random talks.  Just like a monologue of things and it gets kinda deep sometimes.   Like, it's the channel to go to when you need advice that you didn't even know that you needed.   Still eats incredibly proper.   It's that pureblood raising of his.  Old habits die hard.

Tonks:  Pure chaos.  "Hey, today we're having Mum's homemade lasagna and I'm also getting a new tattoo.  Might dye my hair.  Don't really need to since I can do this  but whatever. So yeah, there's that.  Like it's just all over the place and you'd think it would take but the chaos is too good not to watch.  Literally gives herself beaks and snouts while she eats.  It's iconic.

Dumbledore: Mother fucker just sits at his desk, stares straight into the camera and eats a lemon drop.  Like a weirdo.  The video usually no more than a minute and each video is just some variation of that.  Meme lord.

Hagrid:  Tea With Hagrid.  Also, so the recipes suck, they too, but Hagrid is a peach and it's relaxing to see his gentle half giant there in his hut, pumpkin patch out the window and Fang laying by the fire.  It's a mood and he's just like the comforting Dad figure. 

McGonagall:  Honestly the best one in the entire world.  She makes a full course traditional Scottish breakfast... and then transforms into her animagus the cat...and promptly knocks it off the table.   A fucking legend.

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