#there is a 45% chance that i chicken out and don’t do it but again. I’ve written half a million words already. I’ve earned the right to go

[wutheringmights]

So I starting the next chapter and, like, here’s the Thing. This is the chapter where theoretically, I’m gonna cause so much trouble for myself. I’m 95% certain that if I put bozo #1 and bozo #2 in a room together, [redacted spoiler] is gonna happen. And like. I’m committed to my craft. But I cannot ignore how much of a bad idea this is going to be for me, a lover of maintaining my peace.

In my brain I am justifying this by reminding myself that I’m already 500k words in. At this point, I have earned the right to write whatever the hell I want. And if you’ve made it this far into the story, you’re probably very down for my bullshit.

And, like, I also need to do whatever is the fanfic equivalent of rent lowering gunshots. Too many people are treating CTB like it’s mainstream. Gotta keep the target audience to a minimal.

But even then, I cannot ignore that this is gonna be a terrible idea and I am going to cause such a shit show lmao

#taking a slow start to the chapter cause I have a thing I need to work on first #there is a 45% chance that i chicken out and don’t do it but again. I’ve written half a million words already. I’ve earned the right to go #a little insane #like I already got a guy flayed. whats the worst I can do now #i am also preparing to be an obstinate jackass to anyone to complains lmao #me rambling #lu ctb #remind me to delete this later

[opposums-love-arson]

Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Chapter 7

Chapter 6 / Chapter 8

P.S. lmk if y'all would like to be added to the taglist <3

Before I knew it the party was coming to a slow and kids were leaving. It makes sense since it’s like 8:45. Parents have gotten strict with curfew considering all the stuff that’s been going on. Sid and I were standing at the front doorway with Stu. 

“Tatum c’mon!” Sid shouted, really wanting to leave now. 

“Nobody here but us chickens!” Someone shouted from the house, then they started klucking…?

“Do you know where she is?” I asked Stu.

Looking around he says, “I haven’t seen her anywhere,” with a shrug.

Just as Sid and I were going to walk out Billy jumps in the door frame making some weird noise and scaring Sid in the process. 

“Oh, Billy hey,” She said with an uneasy expression.

“Billy, hmm what are you doing here?” Stu said looking in between the two and scratching his chin with his index finger.

...yeah, what is he doing here?

“Was hoping I could talk to Sid alone,” Billy said, looking at both Stu and I. 

Sid couldn’t see it because her back was facing me but I had a slight hurt expression on my face. 

“Ya know if Tatum sees you here, She’ll draw blood,” I tell Billy in a very agitated and frustrated tone. I was ready to grab Sid and just leave without Tatum, sorry. 

Before I could do anything Stu grabbed me by the waist locking my torso in when he said, “I’ll tell you what, go up to my parents’ room, ya’ know you guys can talk,” slamming his fist into his hand making my body move side to side a bit.

 “Or whatever,” Stu says again, drawing the word out.

“Stublty Stu, ya know you should look it up,” Billy said, shying his head away to the side. 

Sid looks at me, unsure of what to do. I think about it for a second but I know how much they care for each other… obviously. 

I smile to her and nod. 

Looking back at Billy she said, “No it’s okay, we do need to talk,” grabbing Billy’s hand and leading him upstairs. 

Billy was about to punch Billy before he saw me. He put down his fist and gave a guilted look. 

Stu let me go once Randy came into the room and asked, “What’s leatherface doing here?” 

Leatherface would never betray someone like that… rude. 

“Came to make up,” Stu said in a tone that people usually use when they see a small puppy. 

“There goes my chance with Sid, dammit,” Randy said, stepping away from Stu and I.

“As if,” Stu paused, “That’s all I’m saying, as if.” 

Looking over at me Randy gave a confused look. 

Shutting the door I cleared, “He’s saying you never had a chance, Randy.” 

I tuned out to whatever Randy said next, I just had the intention of catching up with Stu. “What the fuck Stu?” I asked, tugging on his robe that looked just like the last one. “What?” He asked, feigning innocence like he didn’t know what I meant. “Why would you and Billy do what you did hours ago then just switch up like that?” I asked, hurt but discrete about what I’m saying. You never know who might be listening. “Look we talked and he just decided not to,” Stu said with a shrug and that ridiculous stupid grin that makes me want to punch. Wouldn’t be the first time. “Just decided not to? After five months, really Stu?” I asked as I teared up, crossed my arms, and hung my head low. Stu hugged me and motioned to other people a drinking signal with his hands and then pointed down at me. “Look (y/n), I wasn’t supposed to tell you this but the truth is...Billy just wanted to use you to get closer to Sid. I on the other hand am still free for the taking,” Stu said as he crouched down to my level and held me by my upper arms. “No you’re not, you still have a girlfriend,” I laughed a little as I wiped the tears from my eyes. I looked to the side, I didn’t really want to make eye contact with a liar right now. Stu shook his head and said, “Nah Tatum and I were talking in the garage and broke up,” as he waved his wrist. “I still don’t know Stu… I mean you two just broke up, if anything we should wait-” I was cut off from my sentence when Stu straightened up and hoisted me up, pushing me against the wall before kissing me. Kids around us were cheering, whether it was for us or the girl who just got slashed on the screen, I wasn’t sure. At least I think it was the screen? I just heard distant screaming, it totally could’ve been two other teenagers who were “talking” upstairs. “Stu what the fuck?” I asked as he placed me back down. “What I thought that’s what you wanted?” He asked, putting his hands up in a ‘I surrender’ sort of way. “Yeah but not like this…” I said as I crossed my arms. Stu grabbed one of my arms and twirled me around. “Look, I’m single, you’re single, so let’s just mingle.” He chimed into my ear. I pushed him lightly as I rolled my eyes and gave a soft smile. 

  Stu and I made up, now we’re sitting on the couch with a group of people watching Halloween, one of my favorites and one of the iconics.

“Wait wait, here it comes!” A kid said at the scene of Bob opening the closet to reveal Michael. 

Woes and ‘no ways’ could be heard from the group as they jumped back. 

“Awe man the color of the blood is all wrong! Why did they do that, it’s too red?” some kid shouted. 

“They probably just used food dye and squibs like almost every other movie,” I mumbled as I sat uncomfortably on Stu’s lap.  

“Wait, here comes another!” Randy said as he placed his fist on a kid’s knee. 

“Oohs” and a loud “Yes!” could be heard from the group. 

“Predictable, I knew he was gonna buy it.” A kid said from behind the couch.

“How can you watch this shit over and over?” Another one said. 

I was going to say something but Stu blurted out, “I wanna see breasts, I wanna see Jamie Lee’s breasts. When do we see Jamie Lee’s breasts?!” as he held out his hand. 

I just rolled my eyes. 

“Breasts? Not until Trading Places in 83, Jamie Lee was always-”

I interrupted by saying, “She’s the final girl, you’re not going to see that stuff from the heroine of the movie.” 

Randy furrowed his eyebrows at me before saying, “That’s why she always outsmarted the killer when they chased her, only virgins can do that, don’t you know the rules?” 

“What rules?” Stu asked. 

“Oh no, here he goes…” I groaned as I threw my head back. 

“You-” Randy paused the tv, “Jesus christ, you don’t know the rules?” He asked as he stood up and grabbed his beer. 

“Have an aneurysm, why dontcha?” Stu said as he looked up at the soon to be babbling buffoon. 

“There are certain RULES that one must abide by to successfully survive a horror movie. For instance, number one; you can never have sex!” Randy zipped his arm to the right. 

An uproar of booing came from the ‘audience’ of Randy’s lecture. I just sunk lower into Stu’s lap. 

“Hey, no, big no no!” Randy shouted as everyone threw popcorn at him.

Stu said something I didn’t quite understand then stuck his tongue out, how the fuck is it so long? 

“Sex scenes yeah, okay rule number two; you can never drink or do drugs!” Randy stated as he pointed outward with an ‘ok’ symbol hand. 

Everyone clinked their beer glasses together while I, once again, sunk lower into Stu’s lap.

That was before Stu patted my leg, signaling me to get up. So I did. 

A kid clicked bottles with Randy as he said, “It’s a sin, it’s an extension of number one. And number three; never, ever, under any circumstances say ‘I’ll be right back’ cause you won’t be back.”

“Getting another beer, you want one?” Stu asks Randy as he stands up straight.

“Yeah, sure,” Randy says as he waves off Stu. 

Stu screamed out, “I’ll be right back!” Leaving the room with kids screeching and ooing, 

“See you push the laws and you end up dead,” said Randy as he held out his beer, “Okay I’ll see you in the kitchen with a knife.”

  After Stu came back with the beers everyone let out some sighs of relief and we continued watching the movie. “Were you scared?” Stu whispers in my ear. “Huh? Of what?” I asked, turning a little so I could still see the tv screen. “For me, were you scared I wouldn’t come back alive?” Stu joked as he poked my side. “Yeah I was definitely scared. I was ready to start crying and hunt down your killer like the sorority girls in Black Christmas,” I whispered before letting out a small laugh.

  It felt like minutes before Stu was walking people out of the house. I posted up on the kitchen counter just sitting and eating snacks. I decided I’ve watched enough horror for the night, which is so weird even for me to say. I think I couldn't take anymore of the kids’ screaming and shouting every time something small happened. Stu came in briefly earlier to give me a kiss on the cheek as he went to get more beers. I was eating popcorn before I heard Randy say, “Listen up, they found Principal Himbry dead. He was gutted and hung from the goal post on the football field.” That’s enough popcorn for one night… A bunch of kids ran out the front door and were hitting the walls. 

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[biking-the-erie-canal]

Hearts a-beating

Google Maps said it was an 17 minute bike ride from the apartment to the Albany-Rensselaer Amtrak station. Yesterday, half-joking, half-serious, I asked Rob whether we should checkout the ride to the station. We didn’t, but this morning I was wishing we had.

Our train departure was scheduled for 6:55am from Albany. Our plan was to leave the AirBnb between 5:30 and 5:45. We were up and out by 5:30, so all good from that perspective. It was dark, cool, and the streets were pretty empty. We were retracing part our walking tour on bikes….down State Street - the Capitol on the left, The Egg and other government buildings on the right. With the night glow of the buildings, it was quite pretty, and it felt like a nice ending.

We followed the navigation on down to the bike trail on the Hudson River, but soon realized something was wrong. We were below the bridge we needed to be on to across the Hudson. We went south on the bike trail a bit more thinking there might be another entrance to the bridge system from the south. Nope. We went back around to try again. It’s still dark, but this time we saw where the on-ramp was blocked and the signs for the Rensselaer bike detour. We went left this time until we got to the on-ramp which took us up this narrow, makeshift bike lane going against traffic. We have not been biking too many hills this past week, and my legs are burning. Rob is in front of me yelling once in a while to just see if I am still behind him. It was nerve racking!

We started on the blue line and finished on the red.

Our first segment from Albany to NYC was on time, and we did make it with time to spare. Even time to buy coffee, the essential ingredient of Rob’s morning.

Leaving Penn at Moynihan Hall was a bit delayed. I still love that we could see this beautiful glass roof from our apartment rooftop back in the day. That building is now behind the left tower that you can barely see through the glass. We are at least pretty relaxed now!

We had a chance to reflect on some of the most memorial parts of the trip. If they are not written down now, they are lost forever.

Favorite meal: Cindy - Chicken Parmesan at Tres Pines Restaurant in Canastota. Rob - Hamburger at B L’s Tavern in Schenectady.

Favorite local beer: Cindy - Utica Club at Saranac Biergarten and B L’s Tavern. Rob - Old Klaverack October Fest bought at Lark Tavern in Albany. (The brewery is south of Albany.)

Favorite riding segment: Loved them all, but Lockport to Holley (wind at our back and smooth riding) and Utica to Canajoharie (smooth trails in the Mohawk Valley) were standouts.

Favorite diversions: Could not narrow this down, so here goes - Watching boats go through the locks. Cahoes Falls was pretty spectacular too. Friendly Bake Shop in Frankfort. Skaneateles Lake (Oh man, that reminds me of the Tuna Napoleon salad at Blue Water Grill. That was fantastic too.)

What we did right: We did well on packing light with the right amount of cloths for 2 weeks. Going to the laundry mat every three days worked out well. Laundry detergent sheets are the bomb for light packing. I think I only had one pair of leggings that I didn’t wear which was packed for cooler weather.

What we would do different: Would prefer to book lodging as we go after better understanding our pace. Originally I was just going to book the first few days but got nervous when so many of the B&B had closed during COVID. I could have relied more on AirBnb if needed. Also, staying in a room in a house worked well and that helps keep the cost lower when you don’t need a whole multi-bedroom house. Also - and a big one - we should have checked the distance and elevation between the trail and the lodging more closely.

Most grateful for: Meeting some great people along the way - on the trails and in the towns (read bars). You know who you are! Also, we are also happy about the great weather and zero flat tires! On the last day heading to Albany, we had a few drops of rain but that was all while on the trail.

What’s next?: Not sure, but a new idea got planted this trip - NYC to Montreal. It is about the same amount of miles. It goes straight up the Hudson Valley, and we heard a few rave reviews. We will see.

[icinch]

Don't be a Quitter – Be a Failure Instead

New Post has been published on https://www.cinchhomebiz.com/dont-be-a-quitter-be-a-failure-instead/

Don't be a Quitter – Be a Failure Instead

We’re taught from early on that success is everything. Win the game or ace the test and you get the grown-up’s approval. Then we get older and succeeding becomes even more important. You got into a hot shot college? Congrats! You won the contract? Great! You built a multi-million dollar business? Super!

But here’s what nobody tells you – before you can win you’ve almost always got to lose, and lose big, and lose often. You’ve heard the expression, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained,” right? Well, when you venture you don’t always gain. Many times you lose, and you lose big.

And when that happens, your confidence takes a nosedive. The next time out you hedge your bets, you pull your punches and you don’t try as hard. Why? Because that way if you fail again, you can tell yourself that you didn’t lose as big. It’s funny, but it’s also human nature.

People fail a time or two and then what do they do? Sadly, many quit. They just give up. Failure hurts too much. It’s humiliating and embarrassing and they’d rather play it “safe.” Which actually means they don’t want to play at all, they just want to sit in their cozy cotton lined box and never venture outside into the cruel world again.

Here’s what those people don’t know: The ONLY way to truly, absolutely, permanently fail is to quit. Everything else is simply a step on the way to success.

Did you know…

– The average millionaire goes bankrupt 3.5 times.

– There is a new millionaire created every 58 hours.

– The average millionaire doesn’t realize their dream until age 45 and becomes a millionaire at 54.

– The average millionaire dabbles in 17 different businesses, concepts, schemes and enterprises but doesn’t hit it big until the 18th try.

Entrepreneurship is the quickest way to become a millionaire. 74% of all millionaires in America became millionaires through entrepreneurship.

The average millionaire goes bankrupt and what does s/he do? Dusts themselves off and tries again. And again. And again. Failure is a temporary detour, not a roadblock. I absolutely promise you, if you’re still breathing then you can still succeed and succeed BIG, regardless of how many times you’ve failed in the past.

Remember those Chicken Soup for the Soul guys, Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen? Their manuscript got rejected 140 times by 140 different publishers. Most people would have quit after the 10th or 20th rejection, but they just kept sending out that manuscript until the 141st publisher took a chance. Result? Both of them are millionaires many times over.

Winston Churchill failed the sixth grade and he was defeated in every public office role he ran for. Then he became the British Prime Minister at the age of 62 and led his country to victory in WWII.

Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm. – Winston Churchill

R. H. Macy had a long and undistinguished history of failing businesses, including the first Macy’s in NYC. No one would have bet on him, but he went on to create the biggest department store in the world.

Marilyn Monroe’s first contract with Columbia Pictures expired because they decided she wasn’t pretty or talented enough to be an actress. But Monroe kept plugging away, and even today’s audiences know and love her decades after her untimely death.

Toyota passed over Soichiro Honda for an engineering job. He could have quit on his dreams. Instead, he went on to make motorcycles and cars and became a billionaire in the process.

Thomas Edison’s teachers told him he was “too stupid to learn anything.” Imagine how that could impact a child, hearing from the ‘experts’ that you’re too stupid to learn. Most kids would stop trying. Not Edison.

Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time. – Thomas Edison

Vera Wang failed to make the U.S. Olympic figure-skating team. Then she got passed over for the editor-in-chief position at Vogue. Time to realize she was a failure, right? Wrong. At age 40 she began designing wedding gowns and today she’s one of the hottest designers in the business and a self-made billionaire.

You’ve probably heard that Walt Disney was fired by a newspaper editor because he “lacked imagination and had no good ideas.” But did you know that he had several failed businesses before the premiere of Snow White?

The difference in winning and losing is most often…not quitting. – Walt Disney

Albert Einstein’s teachers labeled him “slow” and “mentally handicapped.” What if Einstein had actually believed the people who made these proclamations? For one thing he never would have won the Nobel prize in physics.

Henry Ford’s first auto company went out of business. He abandoned a second because of a fight and lost a third to declining sales. Yet he went on to become one of the greatest American entrepreneurs ever.

If you think you can do a thing or think you can’t do a thing, you’re right. – Henry Ford

J. K. Rowling was unemployed and living on social security while writing her first Harry Potter novel. It was rejected by 12 different publishers and finally picked up with a paltry advance of just 1,500 pounds, but now she became the first person to become a billionaire through writing.

For every failure to success example I’ve given here, there are literally hundreds of thousands of others out there. And the only thing stopping you from becoming the next failure to success story is you. So what are you waiting for?

Hurry up and get your failures out of the way so you can go on to create big success for yourself too. And maybe someday your story will be featured right along with Einstein’s, Ford’s, Disney’s and all the other great people who refused to let a little thing like failure get in their way.

[grabyourluck-blog]

Don't be a Quitter – Be a Failure Instead

New Post has been published on https://www.referral-master.com/dont-be-a-quitter-be-a-failure-instead/

Don't be a Quitter – Be a Failure Instead

We’re taught from early on that success is everything. Win the game or ace the test and you get the grown-up’s approval. Then we get older and succeeding becomes even more important. You got into a hot shot college? Congrats! You won the contract? Great! You built a multi-million dollar business? Super!

But here’s what nobody tells you – before you can win you’ve almost always got to lose, and lose big, and lose often. You’ve heard the expression, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained,” right? Well, when you venture you don’t always gain. Many times you lose, and you lose big.

And when that happens, your confidence takes a nosedive. The next time out you hedge your bets, you pull your punches and you don’t try as hard. Why? Because that way if you fail again, you can tell yourself that you didn’t lose as big. It’s funny, but it’s also human nature.

People fail a time or two and then what do they do? Sadly, many quit. They just give up. Failure hurts too much. It’s humiliating and embarrassing and they’d rather play it “safe.” Which actually means they don’t want to play at all, they just want to sit in their cozy cotton lined box and never venture outside into the cruel world again.

Here’s what those people don’t know: The ONLY way to truly, absolutely, permanently fail is to quit. Everything else is simply a step on the way to success.

Did you know…

– The average millionaire goes bankrupt 3.5 times.

– There is a new millionaire created every 58 hours.

– The average millionaire doesn’t realize their dream until age 45 and becomes a millionaire at 54.

– The average millionaire dabbles in 17 different businesses, concepts, schemes and enterprises but doesn’t hit it big until the 18th try.

Entrepreneurship is the quickest way to become a millionaire. 74% of all millionaires in America became millionaires through entrepreneurship.

The average millionaire goes bankrupt and what does s/he do? Dusts themselves off and tries again. And again. And again. Failure is a temporary detour, not a roadblock. I absolutely promise you, if you’re still breathing then you can still succeed and succeed BIG, regardless of how many times you’ve failed in the past.

Remember those Chicken Soup for the Soul guys, Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen? Their manuscript got rejected 140 times by 140 different publishers. Most people would have quit after the 10th or 20th rejection, but they just kept sending out that manuscript until the 141st publisher took a chance. Result? Both of them are millionaires many times over.

Winston Churchill failed the sixth grade and he was defeated in every public office role he ran for. Then he became the British Prime Minister at the age of 62 and led his country to victory in WWII.

Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm. – Winston Churchill

R. H. Macy had a long and undistinguished history of failing businesses, including the first Macy’s in NYC. No one would have bet on him, but he went on to create the biggest department store in the world.

Marilyn Monroe’s first contract with Columbia Pictures expired because they decided she wasn’t pretty or talented enough to be an actress. But Monroe kept plugging away, and even today’s audiences know and love her decades after her untimely death.

Toyota passed over Soichiro Honda for an engineering job. He could have quit on his dreams. Instead, he went on to make motorcycles and cars and became a billionaire in the process.

Thomas Edison’s teachers told him he was “too stupid to learn anything.” Imagine how that could impact a child, hearing from the ‘experts’ that you’re too stupid to learn. Most kids would stop trying. Not Edison.

Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time. – Thomas Edison

Vera Wang failed to make the U.S. Olympic figure-skating team. Then she got passed over for the editor-in-chief position at Vogue. Time to realize she was a failure, right? Wrong. At age 40 she began designing wedding gowns and today she’s one of the hottest designers in the business and a self-made billionaire.

You’ve probably heard that Walt Disney was fired by a newspaper editor because he “lacked imagination and had no good ideas.” But did you know that he had several failed businesses before the premiere of Snow White?

The difference in winning and losing is most often…not quitting. – Walt Disney

Albert Einstein’s teachers labeled him “slow” and “mentally handicapped.” What if Einstein had actually believed the people who made these proclamations? For one thing he never would have won the Nobel prize in physics.

Henry Ford’s first auto company went out of business. He abandoned a second because of a fight and lost a third to declining sales. Yet he went on to become one of the greatest American entrepreneurs ever.

If you think you can do a thing or think you can’t do a thing, you’re right. – Henry Ford

J. K. Rowling was unemployed and living on social security while writing her first Harry Potter novel. It was rejected by 12 different publishers and finally picked up with a paltry advance of just 1,500 pounds, but now she became the first person to become a billionaire through writing.

For every failure to success example I’ve given here, there are literally hundreds of thousands of others out there. And the only thing stopping you from becoming the next failure to success story is you. So what are you waiting for?

Hurry up and get your failures out of the way so you can go on to create big success for yourself too. And maybe someday your story will be featured right along with Einstein’s, Ford’s, Disney’s and all the other great people who refused to let a little thing like failure get in their way.

[hockey-x-imagines]

As She’s Walking Away

A/N: Here’s a little something.. I actually hate this short, but after rewriting it a billion times I decided to just post it. I’ve had some really bad writing blocks and I’m really hoping to have more updates in the next week. I hope you guys like this better than I do. As always feedback is always welcome.🙂

Pairing: Tyler x Tatum (I needed to use a name because I was having a hard time doing the Y/N)

Word Count: 3100

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It had been about a month since I last saw her. It had been a month since I fell in love with a girl I had never met before. She has never left my mind no matter how hard I tried. It doesn't matter how hard I looked on social media, I couldn't find her. 

The game ended and Jamie asked: "Are you coming out with us tonight?". It was our win, so I should have wanted to celebrate with the team, but I didn't want to go. Jamie continued, noticing my hesitation. "Come out and get your mind off the girl." I hesitated. 

My half-hearted answer was, "Yeah, sure.". He was right. I had to stop thinking about that nameless girl. In all honesty, I had little chance of ever running into her again.  Getting dressed again, we head out. "Where are we headed?" I ask. 

"Our usual spot. If you want, you can get in with me." 

Shaking my head, I replied, "I'll just follow.". He didn't have to know that I wasn't planning on staying long. Driving to the bar, I struggled with my emotions. The thing is, I really didn't want to go out with guys, but I knew I should. Walking into the bar, I found myself feeling uneasy and I didn't know why. 

As I stepped in to view, the faces of each of my teammates lit up. Jamie's smile was the biggest. I really didn't realize how out of it I was.

"Hey watch it jackass!" A lady snapped as I bumped into her. Looking down, I made sure I hadn't spilled her drink or harmed her. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was looking at the girl that had been haunting me. 

"I, uh-I-I'm sorry." I ran to the table where everyone was sitting. I was disappointed in the way I dealt with that interaction. I'm typically calm and collected, yet you would think the exact opposite. 

"What the hell just happened?" Jake asked. By the looks, I was getting everyone wanted to ask the same. 

"I think I just ran into the girl from the game I've been obsessing over." I blurt. For the life of me, I couldn't understand where the lack of confidence was coming from. I drank the beer Jamie handed to me in a few gulps. The hope was that it'd calm my nerves, it didn't. 

"You should go talk to her." Jamie nudged my shoulder. Logically that made sense, but I wasn't able to think logically. "If you don't, I will. She's super cute." Jamie added. I knew he was trying to get me to talk to her, it didn't work. It just pissed me off. 

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Tatum's P.O.V

Even though I've always said I wanted to travel, I never seriously considered it until last month. My little sister attended her first hockey game, and I attended my first NHL game. Having no pro team in Utah, we traveled to Denver. That was the first time I had driven further than an hour and the first time I had driven on the freeway. I found the drive to be less stressful than I had expected. 

Despite the shitshow that was the 16th Street mall, our first night in Denver turned out fairly well. On game day, however, the shitshow was even bigger. The day began with breakfast. With no thought, I didn't get ready at all. Big mistake. It was 12:30 by the time we had reached our hotel. I had to get my hair and makeup done as well as Hannah's hair and makeup. Plus, I had to stop and buy Hannah a pair of jeans to complete her outfit. Arriving at the mall I realized I wasn't wearing a bra when we walked in, I felt like a chicken without a head. After finding the jeans, getting me a bra, and leaving the mall, it is about 3:45 and the arena is about ten minutes away, so I take a deep breath and think that all that is left is getting changed and going to the game. NOT THE CASE. It took a few missed turns before we finally found the arena, but once at the arena, I couldn't find the parking lot we were supposed to be in and asked someone for directions several times before finding it but finding a parking spot was no problem. It's 4:45 now, and I still need to change. Hannah changed while I drove around in circles. We're dressed, and I have my keys, purse, and phone in my hand. I realize we don't have masks as we walk into the arena and start freaking out, thankfully a few people were handing them out. I have never been to a pro sports event, so I'm not sure how the process of getting to our seat works. At the concerts I've attended, you wait in line for hours if you're not careful. The fact that it took us maybe 10 minutes to get from the curb to our seats was a relief I don't think anyone can imagine.

Each of us has experienced moments that are breathtaking and awe-inspiring. For us, it was our first of many. It didn't hit me until we were walked to our seats how close we would be to the ice. Having passed the regular seating, we approached what appeared to be makeshift seats. We were seated in folding chairs. When I saw our seats, I nearly cried, so I called mom and showed her. As I took it all in, Hannah spotted Tyler staring at me several times, and I noticed other players staring at us as well. It was the most exciting moment of my life.

The excitement grew throughout the game. During the intermission between the first and second periods, Tyler and I made eye contact. Even though it was brief, there was still some sort of connection between us. Even though there were so many Avalanche fans around us, we made so much noise that we earned a few glances here and there. During the third I had caught some old men staring at Hannah weirdly, me being the overprotective asshole that I am, I stared until they looked away. Unfortunately, we lost the game, but damn it was an amazing game and one of the most memorable nights of my life.

The experience of leaving the arena and parking lot wasn't the nightmare I expected. I was incredibly grateful for that.

Once I had been on that trip, I was hooked. With work and money, planning for my next trip was almost impossible. Fast forward to now, I'm in a bar in downtown Dallas. Earlier this month, my best friend, Anna, scheduled a trip to Dallas and purchased tickets for tonight's game. I was always the type to avoid hanging out in bars because it was never my thing.

Anna had disappeared leaving me standing awkwardly alone. As I stood waiting for Anna to come to find me some guy approached me. It was fairly clear he was trying to hit on me, he was failing miserably but I didn't say anything. I'm not really the social butterfly type, however, after a few drinks, I'm a little more open to talking to anyone and everyone. Between trying to pay attention to this guy and scanning the bar for Anna, I really wasn't paying attention to what was going on around me. I spotted Anna and before I could take a step, what felt like a brick wall ran into me.

"Hey, watch it jackass!" I sounded much harsher than I intended to. Looking up my jaw hits the floor, I just unintentionally yelled at Tyler Seguin. 

"I, uh-I-I'm sorry." He stuttered before running off. I couldn't wrap my head around his response or his reaction. He seemed so timid, definitely not the playboy the media portrays. 

"Dude you just talked to Tyler fucking Seguin!" Anna yelled as she approached me. 

"I wouldn't call that interaction him talking to me." I chuckle. She looks confused, "I snapped at him, then he stuttered an apology and literally ran away." She laughs and we find a spot at the bar. We stood waiting for what seemed like an hour before the bartender acknowledged us. 

"Courtesy of the man seated over there." She points in the direction of a table surrounded by several men. From where we sat all I could see were a bunch of backs.

"Uh, did he give you a name by chance? I see several men, but all I can see is their backs." I ask before she could get too far.

"A man said it was from Tyler, but he didn't give a last name." She shrugged before attending to another customer.

"You don't think that-"

I was cut off by Anna's shriek: "Tyler Seguin just bought you a drink!". Maybe, but I doubt it. There are probably several Tylers here.

"I don't think he bought me a drink. There must be another Tyler here tonight." I couldn't tell if I was trying to convince Anna or myself.

I knew what she was going to say even before she opened her mouth: "You might be right, but you'll never know until you ask." I knew what she was going to say. Despite my urge to ask, I could not find the courage to go over to that table. She noticed the look of dread on my face and offered, "You can ask yourself, or I'll do it for you.". Part of me wanted to ask her to find out, but I knew I would look like a chicken shit if she did. If Tyler Seguin had been the one, I didn't want to come across that way. Inhaling deeply, I walk toward the table the bartender had pointed to. 

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Tyler's P.O.V

The conversation around me abruptly came to a halt, and Jamie wore a shit-eating grin. "Ty you should turn around." I hesitated, before turning to find the girl I ran into standing behind me.

She said, "Thanks for the drink you bought me." I had no idea what she was talking about since I had not bought her the drink. As I turned to Jamie, his grin was even wider. There was no way he could resist interfering.

A small smile appeared on my face as I replied, "Oh, no problem." Here we go again with the lack of confidence. "I'll be right back," I said.

"Um, sure." I ran back into the restroom after that reply. I needed to motivate myself. The girl who I can't seem to get out of my head was standing next to me. Looking in the mirror, I told myself to pull myself together and at least have a conversation with her. As I walked back to our table, I had expected her to be absent. I sighed with relief when I saw her sitting with the guys.

"Hey, do you wanna go on a walk with me?" Fuck I sounded so awkward. She looked up at me and nodded her head. "Follow me." Once we were outside the bar, I asked her what her name was.

"It's Tatum," she replied with a smile. "You played well tonight," she told him. It was comforting to know I wasn't the only one who felt awkward.

"Thank you. I didn't see you in the crowd." That was an odd thing to say, and from the look on her face, she thought so too.

"My best friend bought our tickets at the last minute, so all the good seats were already taken." She paused, "So I should probably text her." She got out her phone and sent a quick text. 'Go ahead, you lead the way.'" she replied.

She followed me through the parking lot and we started walking down the sidewalk. I had no plan whatsoever. "So how long will you be in town?" I have never been successful at small talk.

"I think we'll be leaving in two days, but we might leave tomorrow."

I almost felt hopeful knowing she'd be in town for a few more days. "Nice, nice. How have you liked Dallas?" I asked.

We haven't done much since we flew in yesterday, but it has been enjoyable." 

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Tatum's P.O.V

I will be honest, I was not sure how to handle the interaction with Tyler. My alleged drink was bought by him, I thanked him, and he looked utterly lost, before vanishing.

I was not talking to anyone in particular. I thought any of the guys could answer my question, "is Tyler always like this?"

It does not surprise me to hear Jamie say, "nope. You're special." His response caught me off guard.

"What makes me special?" Jamie's response wasn't clear to me.

I'm sure Tyler will tell you," he said, causing more confusion. Never would I have imagined that I would meet anyone from the Stars. I would have never thought Tyler and Jamie would be so awkward and cryptic.

Tyler asked, "Wanna go for a walk with me?". I nodded in agreement. "Follow me." Once we were outside the bar, he asked me my name.

"Tatum," I replied with a smile. "You played well tonight," I told him. I was hoping he wouldn't realize how nervous I was.

Thank you. I didn't notice you in the crowd. I thought that was strange. Could he still remember me from Denver? That seems unlikely.

"My best friend bought our tickets at the last minute, so all the good seats were already taken." I paused, "So I should probably text her." I didn't need Anna worrying about my whereabouts. 'Go ahead, you lead the way.'" I replied putting my phone away.

The two of us walked down the sidewalk after Tyler led us through the parking lot. I had no idea where he would take me. There was a little concern in the back of my head that I might be in danger.

"I think we'll be leaving in two days, but we might leave tomorrow."

"Nice, nice. How have you liked Dallas?" Tyler almost seemed happy that I'd be in town for a few more days.

"We haven't done much since we flew in yesterday, but it has been enjoyable."

As we walked, we got into a light conversation. Taylor mentioned something about the team, and it reminded me of Jamie's comment. The situation didn't seem like it could be handled smoothly. "Can I ask you a quick question?" I asked.

Tyler's steps never faltered. He responded, "Yes, of course.".

"While you were in the bathroom, Jamie told me I was special. When I asked him what he meant, he said, you'd have to tell me." Tyler froze before me, it was almost like he wasn't sure what to do. "Honestly, it isn't that big a deal. I was just curious. Jamie may just have been joking."

Tyler muttered, "He wasn't just joking around." I saw him run his hand through his hair before he turned to face me. It's starting to feel like I'm dreaming. Would it be okay if we had this conversation somewhere more private?"

"Okay, that's fine." It would be great if someone could explain how I'm supposed to interpret everything that has happened thus far. Never before have I felt so confused. Tyler walks us back to the bar, stopping at his car.

Nervous Tyler looks so cute when he says, "Would it be okay if we went for a drive?"

I tried to lighten the mood by saying, "I'm okay with that, as long as you don't kill me.". I sent Anna another quick text as Tyler drove away from the parking lot.

Don't worry about me if you'd like to return to the hotel. Tyler is taking me for a drive.

In the end, I don't want to scare you with what I'm about to say, but there's nothing else to say." I waited for him to say, "When we last played in Denver, I saw you in the crowd, and I kind of fell for you." He mumbled the last part of his statement.

"Sorry, could you repeat that last part again? I couldn't hear you." 

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Tyler's P.O.V.

It happened, actually, I felt feelings for you. I am not quite sure how or why it happened, but I did. For the last month, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, and I have searched social media relentlessly trying to locate you, but was unsuccessful." This time I blurted it out instead of whispering. Her eyes are wide as I look over at her.

Her silence lasts for a few minutes, and I'm scared that I've freaked her out.

"Can you pull over?" Fuck. I did freak her out.

My time with her was being cut short, but I suppose it's my fault. "I can take you back to your hotel if you want." I couldn't deny I was a bit disappointed.

The tone in Tatum's voice was unreadable. "I just want you to pull over." she said. I pulled into an empty parking lot near the park as she asked. "I don't mean to be rude, but is this for real? Are you serious now? Is this not just a ploy to get me to go home with you?" Her words hurt just a little. I couldn't blame her for thinking that way.

It sounds too strange and isn't something that happens often, but I fell for you really hard. Talk to any one of my teammates. They'll tell you." I couldn't look at her.

"Ty, please look at me." She glanced at me, noting my hesitation, and said, "Please?"

"I felt something when we had made eye contact. I never thought I would see you off the ice." Tatum admitted. 

Her lips drew my attention as she spoke. They looked so soft, and I found myself wondering what she tasted like. I wondered how it would feel to have her lips on mine. Without hesitation, I gently guided her face to mine. Her lips were still against mine. Part of me expected Tatum to pull away from me. I started getting anxious and my overthinking started. She kissed me back, softly, open-mouthed, with warm lips. Although her lips brushed against mine in perfect rhythm, I still felt nervous. Her hand running through my hair in reassurance finally calmed my anxiety.

"Oh wow." Tatum pulls away our lips, separating them with a soft smack.

"I agree." I chuckle.

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[harrysgloves]

This Will Be Our Year

Summary: Harry comes home with you for your family New Year’s dinner.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Language. Shitty families. Smut/ Harry’s got a filthy mouth.

A/N: Okay, lets all pretend that I got this out on Saturday instead of Tuesday... Big shout out to @meetmeinfleetwood for making this “to lovers” fic challenge. It was the first fic challenge I’ve ever done! And I loved trying to figure this one out.

I picked ‘Friends to Lovers’ with the prompts: “You think anyone heard us?” & “You keep that photo of us in your wallet?”

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You didn't miss the upward turn of your best friends' lip when you anxiously readjusted the hem of your dress for the millionth time. You didn't even bother trying to steady your shaky hands as they tugged down on lacy black fabric that touched a few inches above where you normally wore your skirts or shorts

"Stop it." You huffed as he let out the tiniest breath of a laugh at your struggle. 

"Sorry, love, think y'look great." He smiled that lazy half smirk that made your stomach flutter but you had no time to worry about that right now. No, right now, you were on your way to visit your parents for the first time in a year.

The excuses of being busy with work, having no time to travel, not having the money for it, or literally any other excuse you could come up with had finally stopped working. Your mother fully demanded for you to come back home for the traditional New Year's dinner your family had every first weekend of the new year. You would have said no, but the second her disappointed voice floated in from the other end of the phone, you knew there was no way out. 

You deeply loved your immediate family. It was the extended family that you could go without. The bitchy cousins who always seemed to be doing better in life than you. Know-it-all Aunts who gave you unwelcomed dating advice or worse, they'd sit and examine why you didn't have a man 

"Yeh sure 'bout this?" He asked from the driver seat, his hand grasped on the wheel so tight you could see his knuckles turning white. "We could fake sick or somethin' if yeh want out. Bad gas station sushi, maybe."

A smile broke across your solemn face. The snort of a laugh that creaked out of your lungs washed a bit of relief over Harry. His hands gently lifted pressure from the wheel.

"Gas station sushi is the best you could come up with?" You teased from beside him, head turning just in time to see that dimpled smile you loved so much. 

"Wha' not believable?" He grinned, playful green eyes shot your way before focusing back on the road. 

You shook your head no as silence fell over the car again. Only one more turn and you'd be there.

"If yeh get uncomfortable, just tug on my shirt and we'll go, yeah?" He said as the gravel from your parents driveway crunched under the car's weight. Your stomach churned at the sight of everyone else already there. Anxiety flaring deep inside of your body, your chest suddenly felt tighter even when you let out a deep breath.

"It'll be okay." Harry said after a moment of letting you try to calm down. His ring filled hand enveloped your own shaky hand that rested on your lap. A calm washed over you from his touch. His warm hands melted away the troubled feeling that was lurking in the depths of your soul.

"I'm sorry in advance for whatever they say." You mumbled, giving his hand a squeeze. You missed the small up turn of his lips from your action, the way his cheeks tinted the softest shade of pink. You thought his cough was to dismiss what you'd said, not knowing it was him trying to himself that you only saw him as a friend.

"'M pretty sure I can handle them, love." He smiled even though you shot him a very unimpressed look. "Wha'? I survived Simon Cowell, think I got yeh family." 

"Shut up." You chuckled as you brushed your hand off your leg. The other flung open the car door before you had a chance to chicken out.

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Dragging Harry along for this dinner was the best idea you'd ever had in your whole life. Your family's attention was so far off you that you barely talked the hour before dinner and Harry was handling all the attention like a champ. His hand pressed to your lower back as your uncle grilled him about every famous person he'd ever met.

"Wait, so you're telling me that you know The Mick Jagger?" Your uncle looked a second away from breaking into a full out fangirl attack. Your lips rolled in your mouth to stifle the laugh that was bubbling in your throat before a harsh squeeze on your hips from Harry had you glaring daggers into him.

He nodded his head full of soft flowly curls, that you always wanted to run your fingers through, before shooting a smirk down to you. 

He was living for this. He loved being able to touch you, lead you around to talk to people. Adored when you playfully shoved him with your shoulder when he said something embarrassing about you. He tried to be as cool, calm, and collected as he could but when you fully leaned into his side his breathing caught in his throat. His hand pressed tighter into you, mostly to hide how much it was quivering from your closeness.

He had tried for over a year to come up with a way to tell you he wanted to be more than a friend. If he was being honest with himself, he wanted to be more since the night you two met, but he was too insecure about himself to speak up. You were just so vibrant. Your laugh, your smile, the way you talked with demand but was always such a sensitive soul. 

He was absolutely fucked for you and you had no damn idea.

You always thought he was too out of your league to even begin to entertain the want of something else with him. He was the great Harry Styles and well, you were just you. You, who happened to be friends with Glenne, who dragged you to a bar for a karaoke night almost two years ago. The rest between you and him was history. You'd gotten along so well and at first, you thought, it might have turned into something more, but he never tried anything more than stupid flirty banter which he seemed to do with just about anyone. So, you dropped it. Moved on. Now he was just Harry, you're really good, super hot, you may think about him when you meditate late at night, friend.

"Gonna get more wine." You said after you drank the last drop from the glass in your hand. You were going to need so much more wine if you were going to be listening to your uncle for the next 45 minutes until dinner was ready.

"Will y'bring me some too?" Harry asked with a glimmer of desperation in his eyes. You figured maybe he'd need the alcohol more than you did tonight. He had been putting up with a lot of crap from your family. 

You nodded your head yes before taking off through the hallways you used to run down when you were a kid, towards the kitchen. Your mind lost in a hazy of memories of you learning to ride your bike on your mothers freshly polished floors while the babysitter sat on your house phone with her boyfriend all night. The time your brother told you carving your names into the fancy trim along the bottom of the floor meant you two would live forever. 

The memories came to a screeching halt when you finally rounded the corner to the kitchen. Your cousin aka the bitch you hated most in the world lounged casually on the counter, her back towards you as she chatted with a friend she had brought along.

"Didn't think I was going to meet Harry fucking Styles. Would have at least done my hair." The girl you didn't know huffed out as you pressed your back to the wall. Desperate to get away from both of them. Suddenly you felt 12 again, hiding from Shannon before she had a chance to torment you.

"Not like you even need it. You already look better than Y/N without it." Shannon snorted out that nails-on-a-chalkboard laugh as your stomach sank. 

"True, girl is a bit mousy." 

"Don't forget annoying. Can't believe someone famous is hanging out with her."

A part of you wanted to turn around and walk away, but the other part was morbidly interested in what she said behind your back. Maybe, whatever she had to say, was what everyone said about you two when you weren't around.

"Think they're dating?"

"Fuck no." She scoffed with so much certainty behind her voice it made you cringe. You knew it was a bit dumb, especially since you tried to not picture yourself with him as much as possible but it still hurt. "Y/N's boring and bland as hell. He's probably too nice to tell her that he isn't interested and he feels bad that she never has any friends or a boyfriend." 

You knew you should have walked away when you had the chance. Every word that was uttered by the voice that caused your childhood trauma floated into your mind with daggers. 

Every bad thing you thought about yourself. Every reason you thought Harry would never like you was now confirmed by someone else.

"It's like his charity work for the year or something."

The last sentence was the one that broke you. Your eyes filled with tears as your feet finally unglued themselves from the permanent spot they seemed to be in. You ran for the safety of your childhood bedroom. Your mind too preoccupied with the thought that maybe, he did feel that way about you, to pay attention to anything else around you. You didn't register that Harry was only a few feet away from you when you slammed yourself into your old room.

The knocks on your door didn't bother you. You could care less to explain to our mom right now about what happened but tried your best to pull yourself together anyways. Your crying turned to quite sniffling when the knocks came again.

"Y/N, wha's wrong?" His anxious voice echoed through your door causing all tears or sniffles to stop immediately in their tracks. What the hell were you going to tell him? Your mind panicked for some lie you could use to cover up the fact you had a breakdown when the door opened, the hard metal of the door knob pushed you out of the way.

"'M sorry fo' comin' in but I saw yeh cryin' and I had to check on yeh." He mumbled uncomfortably from beside you as he shut the door again. "Wha' happened?"

"'S nothin'," you said as you dried your own eyes with the back of your hand. "Just, my cousin saying shit. I just took it a bit too personal for no reason." 

"'M sorry, petal." He cooed as his hand stroked the rest of your eyes off your cheeks away. Your head instantly nuzzled into his warmth. "Wha' was she goin' on 'bout?"

You tried your best to not tense up. Your eyes remained shut, head buried harder against his hand that still hadn't moved from your face.

"Told you, it's nothing. Really, it was dumb and I just- it's stupid H." 

"'S not stupid if it made y'cry." He frowned deeply as he lifted your chin up. Your eyes finally fluttered open to see disappointed written all across his face.

"She just-" you sighed, feeling dumb for being caught up in the moment. Her words stung but your knee-jerk reaction to cry was a bit over the top. You were embarrassed, your skin heated as his eyes trained on you. You desperately tried to look anywhere but him- the floor, the dresser, the door- anywhere. "She just… she said some things to her friend about how boring and bland I am. Said I had no friends and blah blah blah. Just dumb stuff." 

You shrugged, feeling uncomfortable talking about what had happened. You gave him the geist of it without having to divulge into the whole story. You figured it was better to leave the part about you being charity work for him out of it. An angry Harry was the last thing you wanted to deal with today.

"Yeh the least boring person I know." He said, finally breaking the silence. "And yeh far from bland. I mean, look at yeh," he gestured to your outfit, his eyes sparked as your face heated from the attention he was giving you.

"Shut up." You groaned, hands covering your burning face as he wrapped you up in a hug. His chest vibrated with chuckles as you buried your head into the crook of his arm.

"Come on, don't be embarrassed." His chin rested on your head as you fought to keep the pink blush across your face at bay. "Know I think yeh pretty. Prettiest petal've ever met." 

You could feel his body straighten up. Almost as if he got uncomfortable with being so forward with you. His hands held around you just a bit tighter and you could physically hear his heart start to race. You started to realize, maybe, just maybe, you'd been reading all the signs wrong.

You pulled away from him slightly, your lips rolled in your mouth as you peered up to him. The blush that lingered across his nose ran to both cheeks. His jaw clenched together, shifty eyes finally met yours after a long moment of avoiding your gaze. You could see gears turning in his mind.

"H?" You barely breathed out before he surged forward, his lips met yours with so force you were almost thrown off balance. Your hands quickly grabbed on his forearms to steady yourself. Your nails dug into the soft silk fabric of his sleeves as your mouth desperately tried to keep up with his frantic movements.

It was everything you'd ever imagined kissing Harry would be like. Soft, amazing lips pressed to yours. Warmth flooded your system, almost like he was bringing you back to life. His hand rested on your cheek as he pulled you closer, other hand around your waist, helping you keep balance on your tiptoes. Even if it was a bit rushed, it was perfect to you.

But then you felt him go rigid again.

"I shouldn't 'ave done that. 'M so sorry, Y/N, I know yeh don't like me like that and I got caught up and, and-nd, fuck 'm so sorry-" he rushed out in a ramble the second his lips parted from yours. Your eyes barely opened by the time he'd finished his rushed out speech. His hands ran nervously through his curls. Panic radiated off him.

"Who said I didn't like you?" You asked, halfway out of breath. His hands fell from his perfectly messy hair, down to his side. His mouth gaped open as he blinked slowly at your words.

"I, well, I thought-" He trailed off as you both stood there completely dumbfounded. 

You'd both liked each other this whole damn time.

"We're idiots." You giggled. Quickly ceasing the opportunity to close to space between you two again. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him to your level. This time, he was the one pleasantly surprised. The light humph out of him only fueled your fire as you dominated the kiss. Your tongue ran across his bottom lips, begging him to let you in. Tongues danced together in an unknown language as his arms circled you again. Holding you close as your fingers ran through the back of his hair.

It was quick. Both of you moved so fast, desperate for more. More touch, more skin contact. You felt that desire you'd pushed to the side flame to the surface as you both stumbled for balance. Your back was pressed tightly against the door after you both got your footing. 

Kissing was easy, but kissing passionately in an unknown space when you could give two shits-less about anything but each other, was hard. 

It wasn't long before the scruff on his face was burning into your sensitive and puffy lips. He'd taken over control over your mouth so long ago you had no idea where you started and he ended. Your hands, along with his, roamed uncharted territory of each other's bodies. Small gasps and light whimpers were flooding the room but you couldn't be bothered with caring right now. You were finally getting what you wanted, him.

"We should stop." He groaned, half annoyed with himself for trying to be considerate to your family. His forehead rested against yours as you both breathed in deeply.

You whined in protest at his words, your hips involuntarily grinded against him in a sense of desperation. He had winded you up like a damn play toy. He breathed a laugh at your neediness, his head shaking but you could see those dimples popping out when you stared up at him with doe-eyes. 

"Don't wanna fuck yeh fo' the first time in your parents house, lovie." He smiled widely as you let out a disappointed huff. Sure, you understood his point but that throbbing in core wasn't going to be going away any time soon. 

Harry considered it for a moment as he looked down to your glistening chest that was heaving in deep breaths. The swells of your breast had always been mesmerizing but, fuck, right now they look irresistable. His sight finally moved off your chest to your swollen and puffy mouth. He groaned at the sight, his mind instantly wondering if your other lips would look as beautiful when he was done with them.

His hand moved on it's own accord. Slipping up your dress, to your absolutely drenched panties. Your lip tucked under your lip, hips bucking in a need for more when you heard the most glorious moan fall from his lips.

"Can't leave y'like this, now can I, pup?" His lust filled eyes seemed to darken when you shook your head no. Your ruined underwear pushed to the side by his fingers, his breathing catching in his throat from just how fucking wet you were.

You whimpered and whined as he took his time leisurely circling around your clit, his finger skimming across your needy hole only teased you further. You could feel your nipples pebble against the roughness of your bra, feeling left out of the action, but you weren't complaining. 

"Quiet, or yeh gonna get us caught, sweetheart." Harry tried to scold you but you didn't miss the smug look of pride that sat on his lips. "Gonna have to keep you quiet, sweet girl." His free hand moved from the door, to your mouth. Three fingers tapped against your lips for you to open and holy fuck, you didn't think this would be happening today. 

A chill went down your spine as his fingers sat heavy on your tongue. He licked his lips as he watched you mimicked how good you'd suck him off later when two fingers entered you quickly.

"Fuckin' hell," he breathed out, the situation in his pants grew impossibly bigger while you moaned wildly against his fingers. "Jesus, fuck, yeh so tight. Gonna 'ave to prep yeh fo' me later, sweetheart."

You could barely register his words as he pumped into you again. His thumb pressed against your aching numb. He was reaching places inside of you that you'd never been able to reach. Places that you had no idea could feel this good. All sense of control left you as he hit that spot. His hand quickly pulled from your mouth to cup over top of it.

"Sing so pretty fo' me, puppy. Can't wait to hear how you sound when y'on my cock." Your walls quivered at his words, your juices dripped further down your leg as you began to quickly approach your end.

"'M ruin this little pussy later, gonna fuck y'until yeh can't handle it anymore." He started to ramble about how good you felt, how tight you were, how he was going to stretch you over his cock so good tonight that he'd ruin you. Your legs started to shake as your mind melted into a goo of pleasure. 

"Fuck, yeh like when I talk to yeh like that, don't yeh sweetheart?" You weakly nodded at his words, his hand around your mouth making it impossible to say anything but it wasn't like you'd be able to speak right now anyways. His fingers curled inside of you, pumping, his thumb switching from light touches to hard pressure. "I'd let y'talk to me like that later tonight but my dick is gonna be shoved in all the holes I can get into, puppy."

You could feel your eyes roll into the back of your head as the overwhelming flood of your release washed over you. Blinding white lights of adrenaline ran through your veins as you let out a guttural moan from a depth you had no idea existed inside of you.

You were a panting hot mess when his hands finally left your body. Sweet kisses pressed to your lips to calm you down.

"Do y'think anyone heard us?" Harry asked, his lips still hovering over your mouth as you let out a croak laugh.

"You think I care about that right now?" Your eyebrows raised as you peered up to him. His smile growing by the second as he wrapped you in a hug. "Come on, let's go, you have a few promises you made about tonight that I want to hold you to." You giggled as his cheeks flamed red, your hand reached for his but he didn't move. His boy glued in place as his eyes scanned around your old room.

"What?" You asked as you turned around to see him studying every inch of your childhood. 

"I didn't get to see it earlier." He shrugged a bit, trying to not seem like he was hyper focused on every detail. Your pile of old notebooks your mother kept "just incase you ever wanted them again", your old dresser that you'd painted at some point, your rose pattern bedspread, the mountain of books and magazines that were shoved away.

"Wha's this?" He pointed to the huge wall that was covered in nothing but pictures. 

"Oh, uhm, I used to put pictures of me and my friends on my wall. You know, like people used to do before Facebook." Harry chuckled as he shook his head at you. His hand fished into his back pocket as he moved away from you.

"What- what are you doing?" You asked, your eyebrows furrowed tightly together as you moved towards him. The picture of your and Harry's drunken photo booth session from New Year's last year in his hand.

"You keep that photo of us in your wallet?" You finally asked after he pinned it on your wall. His cheeky smile across his face as he threw an arm over your shoulder.

"Yup." He smiled widely as you chuckled from beside him. Your arm rested around his waist.

"Dork."

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𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

➤ pairing: draco malfoy x hufflepuff reader

➤ summary: every year, you bake christmas cookies for your friends. after you seeing a sad draco malfoy sitting alone, you can’t help but give him your last batch despite being enemies.

➤ words: 1.9k

➤ a/n: you don’t have to be in hufflepuff to relate to being y/n, i just wrote it this way! get ready for some major fluff y’all

It was finally the most wonderful time of the year, at least according to you: Christmas. Christmas always symbolized the happiest moments of your life. Your most cherished memories included sitting around the tree back home with your family and watching your family’s faces light up as they open presents. You always tried your best to spread that familiar joy to those around at Hogwarts.

That’s why, for the sixth year in a row, you planned to bake Christmas themed sugar cookies and hand them out to your large group of friends. This task seemed simple enough, and it was for your first couple years at the magical school. However, now your once close knit group of friends had grown tremendously. Now, it was practically a whole night’s work to bake these cookies on time.

That’s what led you to risk breaking Hogwarts’ very clear rules. Ever since the threat of war with You-Know-Who, it was strictly prohibited for any students to be wandering the corridors after dark. Seeing as you had no time after classes and assignments to bake and tomorrow would be the last day before winter break, you had no choice but to break the rules. It may be silly or childish to risk getting in severe trouble just to bake cookies, but disappointing your friends was not an option.

At least you’re a Hufflepuff and your common room was near the kitchens.

Not even 30 minutes after the sunset, you found yourself sneaking into the school’s kitchen and setting on your mission. You left the lights off, whispering “Lumos” and allowing your wand to be your source of light. You set your wand on one of the marble kitchen counters, getting out the bowls and ingredients you would need.

Time seemed to pass in a blur. You made it a point to make as little noise as possible. The last thing you needed after all was Professor Snape to find you in the kitchens. The thought of getting caught sends chills down your spine, nevertheless one of the professors you absolutely feared finding you.

You took out the largest bowl you could find in the cupboards and rolled up your yellow and black robe before beginning to work. This was a (Y/L/N)’s family recipe and didn’t need a written record of the recipe, it’s one you have been making with your parents since practically birth. You combined the flour, baking powder, and salt in the bowl, your thoughts practically running a mile a second as you worked.

You were aware that if this was any other witch or wizard baking, they would simply use magic. Maybe that was the smartest way to do this, especially with the need to get out of the kitchen as soon as possible to avoid punishment. The thought did cross your mind, but what was the fun in it? You adored magic in every way, but you also carried love in doing things the Muggle way sometimes. There was something so simple in baking a dessert from your own hands. It was perhaps like a potions class, except without Professor Snape sneering over your shoulder and telling you every mistake you’re making.

Next, you used a whisk to beat together some butter and sugar, eventually adding eggs and vanilla extract after the mixture was completely smooth. You added the dry ingredients to the wet, smiling to yourself as the dough formed into the exact consistency you needed for some tasty cookies.

You rolled the dough enough so it was a thin sheet that laid out in front of you, before cutting it with various shapes of cookie cutters. Your friends were definitely being spoiled this year, not that you minded, one of the greatest joys was surprising your friends with small gifts. In the end, there were sheets full of cookies shaped in trees, snowmen, gingerbread houses, presents. You even managed to find a cookie cutter in the shape of a mug filled with Butterbeer from Hogsmeade.

While you baked the cookies and prepared the icing, you couldn’t stop your thoughts from wondering yet again. You made a mental list of all the friends you would need to be sure to see before the day ends. There was the Golden Trio, Ginny, Luna, several friends from Hufflepuff.

One person you were so sure that was not getting cookies was the one and only Draco Malfoy. You truly did not hate a single soul, but you held a distaste for the young man. You weren’t sure why, but ever since Year 1, he has set it out to make it a nightmare for the entire Hufflepuff house. He often called your house an embarrassment to Hogwarts, the weakest house by far. How a person could be filled with so much hate shocked you.

A soft ding pulled your thoughts away from the platinum blond, signaling that they were done and needed to be pulled out of the multiple ovens Hogwarts had provided. You let them cool to the side while you began to work on the frosting. Your mind couldn’t help but focus on Malfoy, for whatever reason. A part of you strongly disliked him, but a part of you have always wondered why he acts the way he does. You’re aware his family is one of the most powerful magic families in the world, but that doesn’t make him better than you or any of your friends. So, what reason could he think of to justify his behavior?

Time seemed to blur after the cookies had cooled down enough for you to decorate them. Ever since you were a child, this was always your favorite part of the process. You had the chance to be creative with how you designed the cookie. It truly brought the cookie to life, it seemed. Your years of decorating experience has allowed you to really master the craft, creating unique designs that only a professional baker may be able to pull off.

At the end of the process, you had multiple dozens of bags filled with cookies of all shapes and sizes, labeled neatly with the recipient’s name printed on them. You filled a wooden basket with the bags, finally allowing yourself to breathe. It was a close call, but you managed to bake the cookies before dawn. You ended the night with flour covered hands, but you hardly minded. You took a moment to look at the time on a clock near the oven and a soft gasp escaped your lips.

Was it really 7:45 in the morning? You had Potions at 8, which was halfway across the castle. If you had any hope of getting there on time, you had to leave now.

With a quick flick of your wand, you set the kitchen in order. It looked as if no one was in there the entire time. You rushed out of the kitchens towards the main corridor, down the steps towards the potions classroom.

The day seemed to pass in a blur as well. Perhaps it was because it was the last day before winter break, but it seemed as if you blinked and you were already at dinner with your friends. You decided today to sit with Harry, Ron, and Hermione at the Gryffindor table. It wasn’t unusual for you to do so, however, most of the time you sat at the Hufflepuff table. The only reason you tended to avoid the Gryffindor table like the plague was because it was right next to the Slytherin table. You refused to let Malfoy ruin Christmas for you.

You handed bags out to the three friends in front of you, laughing to yourself as Ron abandoned his chicken leg to practically tear up the delicate cookie bag. Harry thanked you for the desserts and stored them in his pockets, while Hermione complimented you on the fascinating designs you made with the frosting.

As you talked to Hermione, you felt a pair of eyes on you, although you couldn’t pinpoint where from. Your eyes broke from Hermione’s and glanced around the room, until they landed on a boy sitting at the Slytherin table.

You immediately recognized him as Draco Malfoy due to the infamous hair color. He sat in his black and emerald school robes, his eyes wondering about the room as he sat alone. It was quite a strange sight, he was the leader of his usual friend group in fact. However, today, it was as if that friend group disappeared in front of his very eyes. He sat with his cheek leaning against his pale hand, sadness apparent in his icy gray eyes. Once he realized he had been caught staring, his eyes darted back to his lap, where he had to pretend to read one of the many books in the library.

Perhaps it was the Hufflepuff in you, but you felt immediate sympathy for him. You hardly consider him an acquaintance, let alone a friend, but it was hard for you to watch someone in despair and not do something to cheer them up. Without even thinking about how this would look or any of the backlash you may face with your friends, you took the last batch of cookies you made just for yourself and made your way to the Slytherin table.

Seating yourself right across from the Slytherin Prince, you slid the bag of cookies across the table to him. His eyes rose to yours as he realized he was no longer alone.

“Draco.” You said softly, biting your lip. Being around someone this infamous tended to make you nervous, much more than you thought. You eventually managed to bring yourself to make eye contact. You could have melted into those eyes and you would not have known.

He raised his eyebrow, a bit confused as to why you were sitting in front of him with cookies on the table. “Y/N?” was all he could manage to spit out.

“I, uhm..” You shook your head slightly, trying to steady your heartbeat and remain focus on the mission. “I was sitting with my friends and noticed you were alone. Every year I make cookies for my friends, I had an extra bag and thought maybe it could cheer you up.”

For a moment, Draco forgot any sense of despair he had about becoming a Death Eater due to the pressure of his family, and the mission he had been charged with. It was a stupid bag of Christmas cookies, but it may have been the kindest thing anyone could have done for him. He felt himself sitting up straighter, a small smirk coming to his face. He felt as if he could trust the stranger in front of him, for whatever reason.

“Thank you.” He looked up at you once again, before tearing a corner from the page in his book and pulling out a quill. He wrote down a couple lines and folded it up, handing it to you. “I’ve never received a gift that came with no cost to me. Please, look at this when you have the chance, alright?”

You took the paper and nodded, not sure what to do with the feelings coming over you. Before you could say anything more, Draco stood from his seat and gathered his things. He took a bite from a snowman shaped cookie and with a smile on his face, nodded to you and walked away.

Unfolding the paper in your hands, it read:

The Malfoy Manor 

Wiltshire, England

Write to me this break. I’m intrigued.

Malfoy

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines #hp #hp imagine #hp imagines #draco #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n

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Experiment | Denki Kaminari

genre: smut, crack and some fluff

warning: use of drugs, vaginal sex, light cursing, blowjobs, fingering, light degradation, edging

summary: on your day off you come across a tweet that catch you attention. figure that you and Denki should take viagra together and see what happens. you never thought that it would be this good.

(apologies for any grammar errors)

it’s really late and i should be sleeping...if you have any requests go ahead and make requests <3

masterpost | rules

you and Kamainari are off today for work. it’s been a while since this has happened. it’s either him having to be away for patrols or you spending the weekend working on the front line. so when Kaminari found out that he could take the weekend, he couldn’t let the chance pass him by.

now on Saturday, you both were in your living room enjoying each other’s presence as Kami plays on his switch and you watch reruns of your favorite show. close by his side your head rests on his shoulder. “babe?” he pauses his game. “hm?” you look at him. he leans in and presses his lips to yours. you smile and kiss him back. “what was that for?” you asked him. “nothin’ just wanted a kiss.” he smiles at you as he turns off his game and puts it on the table beside him. he turns to you laying down on the couch and opening his arms for you. you comply and crawl into his arms. he kisses your forehead and squeezes you close.

“how’d i get so lucky?” he sighs. “i say the about you.” you snuggle into his chest. his hands reach down for you ass and gives it a squeeze. you smile and shake your head. “what?” he smacks your ass and cups it. “stop~!” you laugh. he continues on to pat your ass making a random beat. “i don’t wanna.” he chuckles. your hands sneak to his side and you start to tickle him. “no! no! stop!” he laughs moving you around in his lap. you take advantage to sit on him and trap him between your legs. he squirms as his sweet giggles fills the room. tears roll down his cheek as light sparks come from him. “...y/n...i-i’m gonna-“ you know what he meant. you got off him. he takes deep breaths trying to calm himself. “you good buddy.” you smile at him. he turns his head to you. “i’m gonna get you back for that.” he chuckles. he runs after you as you run away from him.

officially beat from all the running and laughing, you guys lay on the kitchen floor catching your breath. small giggles escape you both as you look at each other. these times were the best moments. you just look at each other and laugh. you lived for it.

“hey babe, you wanna go out?” he asks you. he nod and sit up. “where to?” “anywhere you want.” he leans on his elbow and holds your hand. “mcdonald’s it is!” he smiles and stand, helping you up as well. you guys go and change. deciding to just take transportation, you grab your house keeps and head out locking the apartment door behind you.

after a short bus ride you arrive at mcdonald’s. getting off at your stop, you guys walk into mcdonald’s and onto the line. you guys placed your order before swiping your card, receiving your receipt and walking to sit. you sit a table near by and scroll your phones.

while on Twitter you liked a couple of posts and laughed at the funny videos that popped on your timeline. Kaminari returned with the tray of food and place it in front of you. you take your drink off the tray and sip on it before taking a chicken nugget and dipped it in sauce eating it.

this tweet in particular grabbed your attention for a long time. what if you did that with Kaminari? i mean he wouldn’t mind right. Kaminari notices and asks you what’s up. you show him the tweet.

“Why Don’t We Both Take A Viagra Pill And See How Horny We Can Get? 🤭” he noticed that you liked the post. he smiles and looks at you. “you wanna do that?” he can see the small smile on your lips as you nod your head. “i try it...with you.” you almost whisper. he takes you phone turning it off and put it on the table. leaning forward and hand intertwined with yours, his golden eyes hooded as he looks at you. “don’t have to be shy about it.” his thumb brush against your knuckles in a soothing manner. “i wanna do whatever you wanna do treasure.” he kisses your hand.

you finished all your mcdonald’s and left. now walking down the block hand in hand, you stop at the close by pharmacy. you head for the drug section. reading over the labels you see women and men’s viagra. quickly picking them up you rush to check them out before anyone sees and leave the store with Kaminari. giggling at what just happened you hand Kaminari the bag. “i can’t believe that just happened.” “did you really have to run like that tho.” he laughs. “you wanna get caught by sex pills by paparazzi?” you look at him. “good point. let’s get home.”

getting home after quite some time, the sun was now setting indicating the ending of another day. you move to the kictchen and washing your hands before getting some juice. you grab a bottle for Kaminari and for yourself. “here.” you toss him the drink. he catches it and drinks it, almost finished the whole bottle already. “damn slow down.” you laugh and close your bottle. you guys move to your shared room and turn on the lights. “we should change before we get started.” Kaminari says. you nod and put on your clothes from before.

you guys sat on the bed and turned on the tv. you reach for the bag at the door of the bed and put it between you and Kaminari. turning it upside down, the two boxes dropped on the bed. “so, how do we do this?” you look up at him. he picks up the pink box and hands it to you. “open it.” you open the box and pull out the pack of pills in packaging. “how much do i take?” you read the label. “let’s take two.” you pop two pills out the pack and put it back in the box. you look and see Kaminari doing the same and taking the blue pills into his hand. “ready?” he questions. you nod and put the pills in your mouth at the same time as him. you swallow it down with the juice. “now we wait.”

it’s been about 45 mins now and you’re feeling a bit hot. you could feel your pulse beating in your neck as your breathing started to speed up. Kaminari had went to the bathroom to take a shower. you were all alone in the room and quite needy now. you tried to distract yourself from the feeling by turning on the tv. you put the tv onto a random sitcom and tried to watch.

you waited and waited for Kaminari to come back. he was taking quite a while, or so it felt like. your body was now shivering with need and desire. your legs were parted and your glistening sex was bare for all to see. you had striped from you close because your were feeling so hot. your hands rubbed on your thighs as you resist the urge to touch yourself. “fuck~ where is Denki.” you slightly moaned out.

your body was on fire. you needed Kamainari to put it out for you. your body yearned for him. all of him. you wanted him to give you everything he got. you need him to touch the deepest places that no one has ever touched. just like that Kaminari enters the room.

his towel hangs low on his hips and water drips from his yellow hair down his fit body. you felt yourself let out a whine just from the sight. he watches your body with droopy eyes. the way you squeeze your thighs together only spreading your essence even more. he licks his lips and his eyes trails up to your face. he saw your needy expression and he knew that he wasn’t the only one that’s feeling this way.

“you couldn’t wait could you treasure.” he walks to the foot of the bed and takes in the sight of you naked. “i need it.” you breathe out. your chest heaving and eyes maintaining contact with your boyfriend. “need what treasure?” he taunts. not in the mood for the teasing you sit up and crawl over to him. pushing yourself up on your knees your eye level with him as you wrap your arms around his neck. “i need you.” you lean in his ear. you heard a slight buzz as Kaminari quirk emits from his hand.

pulling him in, you take him down on top of you as you back hits the bed. he place his hand on the bed beside your head and his other arm wraps around your waist. you feel him through the material of the towel against your thigh. his tongue swipes against your lip and you parted them, allowing him to explore you. you moan as his tongue brushes against yours. “i didn’t even touch you yet babe.” he laughs and moves down your jawline. “sh.” you weave your hands in his hair pushing closer to you.

he kisses and suck on your neck leaving marks in his wake. he trails down your stomach kissing on your abdomen. his eyes lock with yours as he parts your legs. you could feel his heavy breathe dangerously close to your core. you bite your lip and continue to tangle your hand in his wet hair. he wraps is arms around your thighs and holds them down.

he flattens his tongue and drag it up against you. a small sigh leaves your parted lips. he repeats the action again. he uses he thumb and forefinger to part you lips giving him more access to your opening. he kitty licks on your clit, raking his teeth ever so lightly against it. he then dips his tongue into your hole, pushing in feeling your riged walls clench on the muscle. he pulls back before entering you again and pressing his tongue up against your g-spot. you let out a breathy moan slightly pulling his hair as your heels press into his back. “baby.” “hm?” he looks up at you. “go faster please.”

complying he unwrap his right arm from around your leg and uses two fingers to circle your hole. you coat his fingers enough for him to start pushing in. his fingers go deep, brushing up against your spot. you let out a moan. he leans down and attack your clit, sucking on it with his finger plunging in and out of you. high moans fall from you lips, egging him on more to go faster. you buck against him, encircling your hips for more pleasure. “hah... hah... it feel so fucking good.” you whine out. you could feel the coil in your stomach bout to break in any moment if he keeps this pace going.

“i can feel you clenching on my fingers treasure. you gonna cum on them like the little slut you are?” he curls his fingers. you let out wanton moan leaning your head against the pillows. your hands going straight to Kaminari’s hair. you open your legs more allowing him to go deeper. he reaches up for your boob giving it a light squeeze. your body is shaking as you get closer to euphoria. “i-i... Kami!” just one more thrust and curl of his fingers and you would be there, you know it. you could feel it on the tip of your tongue. but before that can happen, he stops.

“wha- why’d you stop.” you stare down at him. pulling away with a string of saliva connected to your clit, he licks his lips. “you only come when i tell you to.” pulling you up off the bed, he smashes his lips against you and let’s you taste yourself. his hands move down to undo the towel from around his waist.

you pull away and look down. you see his cock standing against his stomach. the tip brightly red and oozing out pre-cum. it slighty twitched with anticipation. “come on treasure, i want to see you suck on this cock.” he pumps his cock in front of your face. you lick your lips when the cum drips onto the bed. you get off the bed and on your knees in front of him. “praise this cock and show how much you want it deep inside of you.”

you whimper and move closer. taking a hold of him in your hand, you part you lips and take him past your lips. you taste the salty flavor when the tip lay on your tongue. he lets out a low groan moving his hand to your cheek. you look up at him from under your lashes and take him deeper. “damn, you really look good on your knees.” he smiles, caressing his thumb on your cheek. you hallow your cheeks and take him down further till he all the way down.

slowly breathing through your nose, you run your tongue on the underside of his cock. “mm~ such a pretty girl. can you swallow for me?” you did as told. your muscles squeeze him as you moved them. he lets out a shaker breath. you did it once more and earned a groan from Kaminari. pulling back you allow yourself to breathe.

“if you can be a good girl and suck on my off, then i’ll give you what you want.” he explains to you. nodding eagerly looking up and him with pleading eyes. “go on and show me what you got treasure.”

wasting no time, you take him back into your mouth. you swirl your tongue on the tip, occasionally swiping at the slit. Kaminari shivers and tilts his head back. you move your hands to pump his shaft. his cock covered in saliva and pre-cum makes it easy to move your hands. you suck on him hard, twisting at his shaft in the process. “oh! holy fu- mm~” he moan. “deeper treasure.” he looks at you while biting his lip. you put your hands on his thigh taking him all the way down your throat. he let’s out a guttural groan. you reach down to fondle with his balls making him buck into your mouth. you continue to bob your head up and down, squeezing and playing with his balls. “what a damn cock slut.” he grunts out. “you want me to fill that slutty mouth of yours with my thick cum?” he looks down at you. you hum around him in approval sending vibrations straight to his twitchy cock. “yeah? you want me cum in your mouth baby?” you nod unable to speak. “get ready. i’m gonna fill that pretty mouth of yours.” few sharp thrusts down your throat making your gag, he cums. “oh fuck! yes! fuck yeh~” you swallow everything, milking him of whatever left him. his legs twitch and he pulls out your mouth.

“show me.” he taps his finger to your lip. you open your mouth proving that you drank every last drop that he had to offer. “good girl.” he praises. you stand to your feet. he pulls you into a kiss. you feel that his cock is getting hard once again. “since you did so good. i think i should give you what you want.” he picks you up and holds you against him. “please Kami.. i need it.” walking over to the bed with you, he lays you against it getting on top of you. he leans down to suck on your chest, circling his tongue around your nipple. he reaches to the side table and grabs a condom out the drawer. he puts it on and looks up at you. “ready?” he ask as he line himself up with you. “please!”

teasing your clit with the tip. he gathers your juices and pushes in. you both let out a gasp from the feeling. your hands fly to his back raking your nails over his muscular back. Kaminari eyes sqeeze tightly trying to control his breathing. “your so fucking tight!” he groans out. his head drops down to your neck. your hands move to his arms. “Kaminari start moving please.” you plead.

he pulls back and slams back in. “hnn~” you moan. he does it again. he starts to speed up his pace and go deeper. your hands dig into his shoulders. his lips kiss and suck on your neck making you shiver with pleasure. “hah- ahhh~ fuck yeah! yes!” he moans. keeping the same speed, he grabs a whole of your left leg and bring it up to your chest. the stretch hurted but the overwhelming pleasure that you were receiving could not compare. “Kami~ yes baby, please.” you moan as you pull him in for a kiss. his tongue pressed against your own and swipe along the inside of your mouth. “what do you want treasure?” he looks you in your eyes. “ha~ ha~ y-you.” you pant out trying to maintain. he taps your cheek with his hands when your eyes loll back as you let out a straggled moan. “i didn’t hear you.” he teases. he move your other leg to press against your chest. he’s thrusting balls deep at a relentless pace. you could keep your legs shake and your clit throb. “I WANT YOU!” you yell from the pleasure.

he comes to a stop. not again. “Kami~ please~ i’m begging you, lemme cum~” you whine looking at him with watery eyes. he smiles down at you and flips you both over. your now seated on his cock. “you wanna cum? then fuck yourself on this cock.” he lands a smack on your ass.

rising yourself off him, you slam back down feeling him hit your cervix. “ah~” you moan. “oh yeah baby, impale yourself on this cock!” he grunts, grabbing a hold of your hips helping you move against him. you brace your hands on the sides of his heads as you bounce up and down on his shaft. the deep feeling of him hitting against your spot each time that you drop down on him has your chest bouncing above his face and your moans escaping you loudly. wrapping his arms around your upper body, he brings you close in and sucks on your nipples. “hah~ ah fuck!” you cry out from the overstimulation. he swirls his tongue around the swollen bud and suck on it hard. he lightly bites on it as he moves to do the same to the other nipple. you clench on him, loving the way he makes you feel. “you like that treasure?” he asks you. you let out a small moan in response. without warning he starts to thrust up into you.

“Kami! i’m not gonna last much longer.” you whine out. he goes even hard, hard smacks on your ass making you jolt. “you gonna cum for me treasure?” he moans. you nod dropping your head down into his neck. “please let me cum.” you whimper against him. his pace not giving up had that coil in your stomach tightening and ready to burst. “go ahead baby, cum.” he goes to suck on your neck. feeling your body get sweaty and shaky by the moment, you fuck yourself on him harder. “treasure~ ahh fuck!” he moans out, chest heaving and he’s mind fucked out. he could feel himself on the verge of cumming. electricity starts to leave his body coursing through the both you. “ah! ah! nghhh~!” “i’m gonna!” Kaminari thrusts into you harder. “fuck! fuck! fuck! yeah~ your pussy is just made for me treasure!” he kisses you greedily. you moan into the kiss. “hm~ baby i’m gonna cum!” you gasp, tears rolling down your face. “yeah?” he smacks your ass. “yeah!” “ah fuck! cum all over me treasure.” he groans. thrusting and slamming into each other, you guys bring each other to your climax. “KAMINARI! NG~” “FUCK!” you clutch to each other shaking and trembling as Kaminari send electricity through both of your bodies. his hips stutter and come to a hilt as he came in the condom deep inside of you. “i love you!” “i love you too treasure.”

coming down from your highs, you lay on your side next to Kaminari trying to catch your breath. him on his back, he runs his hand over your thigh in a soothing manner. “you were amazing.” he taps on your skin. “yeah? you too babe.” you smile at him. placing a kiss on your lips, he picks you up bridal style. “let me clean you up.” he says and walks to the bathroom with you.

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Get to know me tag ✨💜💜

Thank you for tagging me my cute @palpalopaloma i loved doing this! It was so fun!!

I loved reading your answers too ^^

I'll tag @starlightindeepestnight @hey-itsmina @svgahigh @namjinlovebot @poweredbycreativityandcake @mean-sugar

Questions under the cut to make the post shorter

1. when is your birthday?

May 22nd 1993

2. what is your favorite color?

Black and beige.

3. what is your lucky number?

2

4. how tall are you?

about 1.75 m 

5. how many pairs of shoes do you own?

no idea... about 10 probably

6. favorite song?

depends on the genre... wheel of time - blind guardin is a favourite. the jeweller’s hands - arctic monkeys is another favourite. Tomorrow - bts another favourite.

7. favorite movie?

LOTR , V for vendetta, Interstellar

8. what would be your ideal partner?

Someone i respect that loves me a lot. 

9. do you want children?

Yeah, actually. (i’ve even thought up names xD)

10. have you gotten in trouble with the law?

No

11. what color socks are you wearing?

Black with a red rose on each one.

12. bath or shower?

Shower.

13. favorite kind of music?

it keeps changing. i’ve liked music in all genres.

14. how many pillows do you sleep on?

2

15. what position to you sleep in?

On my right side.

16. what don't you like when you're sleeping?

Light and noise. Has to be completely dark and mostly silent.

17. what do you eat for breakfast?

I don’t eat breakfast. i eat when i get home from work (~18:30-19:00) . Sometimes on the weekends i might have a pastry like a croissant or something.

18. have you ever tried archery?

Nope.

19. what are your favorite fruits?

Oranges, strawberries, pineapples.

20. favorite swear word?

μαλακιστηρι.

21. do you have any scars?

yeah... i have one on the side of my face cos the doctor that did my mom’s c-section cut my head too by accident xD

22. are you a good liar?

I don’t know. probably.

23. what is your personality type?

Don’t know. Lazy, avoidant and bitchy.

24. what is your favorite type of girl?

i relate most to women who don’t feel the need to come across as perfect sweet princesses all the time. women who will show their anger and their fear etc.

25. right or left handed?

Right.

26. favorite food?

my mom’s chicken soup.

27. are you clean or messy?

Clean but lazy.

28. favorite foreign food?

i haven’t had much foreign food. whenever we order asian food, i always get kappa maki. does that count? i haven’t tried anything else :(

29. how long does it take you to get ready?

If i’ve already decided what i’m gonna wear, i’m good in ten minutes. if i have to decide what to wear, i need an hour (because i check everything in the mirror and everything makes me look bad and i spiral into a crying fat shaming mess)

30. most used phrase?

καλα να ειμαστε.

31. are you a good singer?

i DO suck.

32. do you sing to yourself?

Literally every chance i get. i love singing. not one day goes by that i don’t spend a full hour at minimum just singing.

33. biggest fear?

If i talk about it, i will freak myself out.

34. do you like short or long hair?

Long.

35. are you into gossip?

I don’t do it myself, but i do love when other people bring the gossip TO me.

36. extrovert or introvert?

Introvert.

37. favorite school subject?

Geometry, algebra and biology.

38. what makes you nervous?

things that are, things that were and things that have not yet come to pass.

20. who was ur first real crush?

i had a crush on Johnny Depp before i even knew what a crush was supposed to be. i was a tiny baby and my parents were watching Sleepy Hollow and all i knew was that i wanted to keep looking at that one face. 

Fun fact, i then forgot about it and watched POTC as a teenager and got a crush on Johnny Depp AGAIN without having any idea who he was. so I went through his filmography because i liked him as jack sparrow and i stumbled on Sleepy Hollow and i remembered him! i just. that was A Moment for me.

40. how many piercings do you have?

8, all on my ears.

41. how fast can you run?

Bold of you to assume i can run.

42. what makes you angry?

i agree with what @palpalopaloma  said so i’ll leave it at that : “When people talk over me or they don't allow me to express myself, or when they assume things about me”

43. do you like your own name?

Not at all.

44. what are your weaknesses?

I’m lazy, stupid, unreliable.

45. what are your strengths?

I try to be fair.

46. what color is your bed spread?

Grey.

47. what color is your room?

White but there’s posters and jigsaw puzzles and drawings everywhere so you can barely see it.

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(read on AO3)

This hotel really is a tip. Mick takes the keycard up with him—American quirk—and shakes his head at the identical thin carpets, the shoddy elevator, the spotting on the mirror, the bed with its awful polyester duvet. No, not a duvet—a thin bedspread, with a vile leaf-and-flowers pattern that wouldn't do for wallpaper of even the saddest pensioner. He leaves his bag on the cheap luggage rack and tosses his keycard onto the desk and looks at the bed, rubbing his hand over his mouth.

He orders dinner from what passes for room service. He doesn't know what the Winchesters are doing—probably dipping away to some diner, from the profile work Lady Bevell had provided—but they don't call for him, either way. A chicken marsala of decent quality, sticky rice, overcooked broccoli. He eats it efficiently with his mobile playing a midnight stream of the BBC World Service, sitting at the table with the lamps lit. He looks out the window, its view of overcrowded trees and the parking lot and the road, and he does see the Chevrolet pull back in, bulky and too-big and too-loud and too-American, and he smiles at it even if he shouldn't, and passes the napkin over his mouth, and sits back in his chair, to think.

Work of a moment to set up the typewriter. A quick twist of the ink-ribbon and a murmur of Farsi and he sends his report back home. Casefiles distributed to local hunter, he types, and pauses. Tests of loyalty continue, he types, more slowly, and doesn't have much to add. His reports are terse as a matter of course but he isn't often given to dissembling. Not, at least, before the massacre at the headquarters. He unclenches his jaw and tears the sheet of paper out of the typewriter. That's more than enough.

Quiet, since the alpha vampire was destroyed. Ketch has been doing his own work, directed by both Mick and by the old men on orders Mick isn't given to know, and he's been allowed replacement assistance at headquarters but it isn't as it was. The Kendricks-trained goons they sent are more of Ketch's ilk than his and he doesn't know them. Mary Winchester has been distant. It's only Sam Winchester, really, that Mick knows at all in this country, and Sam is…

Mick sits watching the trees in the moonlight, for a few minutes longer, and then goes to the minibar in the suite's kitchenette. Not much to inspire, there. He calls down to room service, again, and makes an order, and then goes to the ensuite and washes his face, and swishes the marsala-flavor out with mouthwash, and then looks at himself, his suit somewhat rumpled and no tie and his eyes—he looks away from his eyes, and thinks, well. If it goes wrong, it will hardly be the first time something has gone wrong.

The suites are all on the same floor. Dean's in 703, Mick's in 706, and Sam's down at the far end of the hall, 712, the hall ending with a great picture window looking out onto the moonlit woods, and Mick pauses in front of that last door, watching out for a moment. Not yet nine o'clock. Plenty of time to turn around and try for a different night.

The elevator dings, halfway down the hall. Mick's mouth hitches, without him meaning it to, and he knocks at Sam's door. A moment, while Mick stands placid in full view of the peephole, and then a muffled rattle while the chain is disengaged, and then the deadbolt and then the door opening by a foot, Sam standing in the gap and giving Mick a look like he's not to be trusted. "Yeah?" he says, not exactly unfriendly but not welcoming, either.

Mick smiles, as friendly as Sam isn't. "I wondered if we might have a talk, you and I," he says.

"It's late," Sam says, which it clearly isn't. His brow tightens. "Something about the job?"

"Something like that," Mick says, and at that moment the girl arrives with the room service cart, looking confused. "Ah," he says, and gestures. "Please come in, miss, Mr. Winchester was just waiting for his order," and Sam blinks at the girl and then gives Mick a look that would melt steel, but luckily Mick is not steel. He opens the door wider and Mick sees he's in bare feet, his jacket removed, the most informal he's been in Mick's presence since he was being tortured—and Mick follows the room service cart into the suite and Sam's too polite or too circumspect or too self-controlled to stop him.

The room's dim, illuminated only by the bedside lamp, and the girl's uncertain. "Where would you like it, sir?" she says, and Mick gestures at the table under the window, and Sam's silent while she unloads the bucket, the two glasses set down with gentle clicks.

Sam smiles at her as she leaves—very fake, it drops off the second her back's turned—and waits until the door closes behind her to say, "What the hell, Mick. Champagne?"

Mick shrugs, pulling the bottle out of the silver bucket. "Not a good one, if that helps," he says. Appropriately cold, at least. He starts working the wire cage, ignoring the look he's getting. "I thought it might be appropriate, that's all. Inauguration of a new stage in our partnership."

"Our partnership," Sam echoes, with unflattering skepticism. The cork pops smoothly and Mick smiles at Sam, eyebrows high, and gets at least a sigh, an eyeroll, a shake of head. Slight exasperation—how he looks, sometimes, at his brother. Mick pours while Sam watches, saying, "If it's about our partnership, then I should invite Dean over."

Mick watches the bubbles rise in the second flute and licks his lips. That was a particular sort of tone, from Sam. "I thought we might discuss some things privately, you and I," he says, and turns to hold out one of the glasses. "Dean, I think, isn't yet my biggest fan. Though I'd like that to change."

"Champagne probably wouldn't do it," Sam says. He's giving Mick another look. Assessing. Mick tips his head and can't tell if he's been found wanting. A beat, before Sam walks over and takes the glass. "Maybe if you brought whiskey."

Damn Ketch. Mick shakes his head and extends his own glass as a toast—but Sam's already moving away, sitting in the chair on the opposite side of the table, looking out the window. His hair's tucked behind his ear, lamplight on his cheek and moonlight on his brow. Like a sculpture. Mick sits opposite him and sips the champagne and it's—sugary, light. "This really isn't ideal," he says.

Sam glances at him, and then down at his glass. He takes a sip and makes a face. "Sweet."

Mick licks his lips and gambles. "Truth be told, I like the cheap stuff better," he says, and—yes, Sam looks up at him and it's with slight surprise. An opening. Mick shrugs. "I wasn't always top Kendricks material. Had to learn to drink like my betters."

Sam huffs air through his nose. "Sounds familiar," he says. Mick raises his eyebrows and Sam half-smiles, his head tipping. "At Stanford I think I was the only one who actually liked Hamburger Helper without the hamburger."

Not a reference Mick gets, but he gets the sentiment. "To not being posh," he says, lifting his glass again, and Sam snorts but nods, and takes a drink, and Mick watches his throat move as he swallows, the way his hand's delicate on the flute. The size of him.

"I wanted to thank you, too," Mick says. He sets his glass down. "I didn't really get the chance, before." A frown, Sam not understanding. Is it genuine? Mick clears his throat. "For—killing the alpha vampire. I would've died if you weren't there."

Surprise—god, it was genuine. Mick's out of practice, being around people who aren't hiding ten different agendas up their tweed sleeves. "You're probably right," Sam says, after a second. His mouth lifts at one corner. A dimple. "No offense. But I didn't do it for you."

"Oh, thanks," Mick says, leaning back, and Sam actually laughs a little, says: "I meant, that's the point, of being a hunter. You kill the bad thing and save whoever you can. That's what makes the whole thing worth it."

He shrugs, sips at his champagne again. Makes another face but seems to be getting used to it. Mick taps his thumb on the table, watching him. "I'm getting that," Mick says. "I think. It was always… very academic, before. Clean research, without the messiness of the real world."

Sam's eyelashes sweep low. "Sounds easier," he says, with a queer twist to his voice that makes Mick wonder.

He's not going to uncover everything there is to know about Winchester the Younger tonight, however. He makes a note, puts it to the side, and instead tops up their glasses, reaching over the table to fill Sam's without Sam much helping. "Mick," Sam says, sighing protest, though Mick notices he doesn't actually pull away.

"Once the bottle's opened you have to finish it," Mick says, easy, "it'll go flat, otherwise," and he lifts his glass in a little toast and drains it in a few frothy swallows—Sam sighs, and takes a gulp too—and then Mick gets up, comes around the table, and sits on the edge, a little too much in Sam's space to be mistaken for casual.

Sam blinks at him. His mouth's still damp a little from the champagne. "What's up?" he says. Almost warning.

"I said I wanted to thank you," Mick says. He reaches down—Sam's legs long enough that his knee's close—so Mick puts two fingers there, very lightly, feeling the twitch of reaction. Still, Sam doesn't completely pull away. "I can provide other benefits than not-very-good champagne."

Sam's chin tips up and he looks at Mick very steadily. "You're serious," he says, after a few seconds. Mick lifts a shoulder. Sam's eyes tighten, minutely, at the corners. "What's with the British Letters and using sex to infiltrate the enemy? That something they teach at Kendricks, too?"

Mick swallows. It is, but Sam's not to know that, unless—he'd wondered, if Lady Bevell had, but he hadn't been part of her debriefing. "Not the enemy," he says, forestalling the thought. "And not using. And not infiltration, either, and not even, really, the British Letters, here." He takes a breath and gives Sam a little smile, feeling unaccountably like he's at the edge of a cliff without belays to hold him. "Just Mick. Michael, if you like. Expressing my gratitude and wondering how I can show it."

"Most people just do beer and pizza," Sam says, still with those tight searching eyes.

Mick doesn't move his fingers, where they're still just brushing the warm denim. "Never much liked pizza," he says, which he knows is stupid as soon as it comes out of his mouth, but Sam hasn't moved—isn't moving, still as a watching tiger in square uncomfortable chair. He chances it, spreading his hand flat on the lean muscle of Sam's thigh. It flexes underneath his palm and he breathes out, slowly. "You're ridiculously attractive. You know that, I trust."

"Thanks," Sam says, after a moment. He grips Mick's wrist, tight but not bruising, and Mick swallows again, meeting Sam's eyes and trying to look honest. He's out of practice with that, too. Sam looks at him, and at his mouth, and Mick thinks for a second—yes—but then Sam detaches Mick's hand from his leg, firmly, and pushes it back against Mick's chest. His fingers are briefly hot through Mick's shirt. "But I don't accept payment," Sam says, with a quick hard press for emphasis before he lets Mick go. "Especially not—" he starts, and shakes his head instead of finishing. He pushes his chair back and stands, turning to the window. He pushes a hand through his hair and it falls messily right back into place. He blocks out the moonlight. He's so oversized—in everything—smarts and skill and beauty. Mick wants to touch him again immediately and doesn't.

"My mistake," Mick says. He bites the inside of his lip very hard, until it hurts more than he can stand, and lets it go, and waits for the throb the grow and swell and pass, and in all that time Sam doesn't speak. He stands up, fixing his cuff, at pitches his voice to lightness. "At least you enjoyed my champagne."

"I wouldn't go that far," Sam says, not precisely light but not cruel, either, and Mick turns to go—and is caught, by the wrist again, while Sam says: "Wait."

He's being looked at, again, and before he can decide what expression Sam's wearing he's pulled forward and he's being kissed. His hand flexes in Sam's grip and with the other he touches Sam's stomach, surprised. Sam's hand on his jaw, controlling, and his mouth—firm, not giving anything up, but good, too—not a hint of uncertainty, not dithering about. Mick breathes in through his nose and enjoys it. A man's kiss, he thinks, hard and uncompromising. He tips his head back, letting Sam guide him, and parts his lips, and there's Sam's tongue—for a second, a hot brief flash that jolts his gut—and then Sam pulls back, a centimeter, breathing against him. Mick strokes a thumb over the waist of his jeans where his belt is weighing them down, and Sam ducks his head, breathes against Mick's jaw for a second, and then steps back entirely, letting Mick go.

There's a warm throb in Mick's wrist. Sam gripped him very tightly, for a moment there. "That was unexpected," he says, after a moment. His lower lip is damp and he very much wants to lick it, but resists the impulse.

Sam has no such compunction, apparently. He licks his mouth and stretches his jaw, too, resettling. Mick's put in mind again of a tiger, looking at willing prey, and his cock flexes in his trousers. "Just wondering," Sam says, casual.

Mick's startled into a grin. "You absolute prick," he says, and Sam smiles back at him. A little smug. "And how was it?"

A lifted shoulder, like nothing. "Maybe we can stay here again when we're done with this job," Sam says. Then, a little more serious: "We can talk. If it's just Mick, and not anything else."

Mick runs his tongue over the sore spot inside his lip. "I'm looking forward to it," he says, and Sam nods. He steps back and Sam lets him go, and Mick hooks the bottle of champagne out of the bucket, dripping ice-water onto the carpet. "But I'm taking this." Sam snorts. "And I hope you don't mind if I have a furious wank over this in about ten minutes."

An eyeroll. "TMI," he says, the bastard, and Mick sighs at him and exits with what dignity he has, and when the door's closed behind him he stands in the overly bright hall with the bottle still dripping cold against his trousers and breathes out. He licks his lips and gets a taste of champagne.

After the case is done, he thinks, and can't imagine for a moment what might go in that space. It's a strange uncertainty. For the first time in his life, something unplanned and uncalculated-for, something the Letters haven't decided for him. Something just for him. He flexes his hand, still feeling the echo of Sam on his wrist. After the case. He really is looking forward to it.

#ffcc #sam/mick davies #spn fic #first kiss #my writing

[a-milky-strawberry]

SHINee Reaction - When You’re Pregnant

Minho:

The moment you announced your pregnancy he was ecstatic. However, with that happiness came overwhelming protection. Even though you were only 2 months pregnant and could still do a lot, Minho followed you everywhere and handled you like you were an egg.

When you two started dating, the both of you bonded over the same thing: Exercise. A few of your dates even took place at the gym! As unorthodox as it sounded to your friends, it made you two closer.

He thought he didn’t  have to worry so much about the exercise part of your pregnancy until he came home one afternoon and saw you roughly playing soccer with Taemin. The term ‘roughly’ might be exaggerated because you weren’t doing anything dangerous. Just a little hard defense and you skidded only once to score a goal. In any case, Minho was not happy.

“Yah! What’re you doing?!”

Y/N: “Don’t worry! I always play sports with Taemin like this. It’s good exercise for when you’re away.”

His eyes softened and he breathed a sigh of relief. He held you tightly and kissed your sweaty forehead.

“Wait for me next time, okay? We’ll work out together and do something safer.

Key:

He’ll never admit it, but he bawled his eyes out when he found you were pregnant. A sense of joy and pride washed over him when you told him over dinner. A mini sassy, sarcastic, fashionista. That’s what he wanted. Whether your child was a boy or girl, they’d have a fashion sense and a mouth on them. Sometimes you wonder if they’ll be able to behave in school with Key’s attitude and your stubbornness. It would only take a miracle.

While pregnant you’ve noticed your strong craving for sweets has tripled. Normally, you could eat half a pint of ice cream and a bag of candy and be full. Nowadays, you’d be working on your third pint of favorite ice cream and second bag of gummy bears. 

This was a big no-no for Key. 

“YAH! YAH! YAH!”

He came into the living room and saw you eating cookie dough ice cream. He snatched it away from you and you gave him a pout while whining and making grabby hands like a child who got their toy taken away. He sent you a soft glare and huffed.

“You can’t be eating this stuff anymore! It’s not healthy for the baby!”

You pouted and huffed. He knew you could help your cravings, but the face you were making was too cute. He sighed and kissed your lips lovingly.

“I’ll make you something healthy and yummy, arasso?”

Jonghyun:

You actually didn’t tell Jonghyun. He found your positive pregnancy test in the trash and when you came home from work and confirmed, he was jumping for joy. You’d never seen him so smiley. Jonghyun wasn’t nearly as protective as Minho or health conscious like Key. Yes, he wanted you to be healthy for the baby but he was whipped hard when you started showing. Anything you wanted he got for you. Ice cream at 3 a.m.? Sure. Pizza with pineapple, black olives, and jalapeños? Oh hell yeah, baby! Let’s try new things! A specific piece of candy you haven’t eaten since you were five? Sounds yummy! A new BMW? Anything for his baby.

If anything Jonghyun just didn’t want you to move. Needed to do laundry? Nope, sorry. Wash the dishes? Might burn yourself. Cook? Might cut yourself. You’ve told him that he didn’t need to do everything for you and even though you were 6 months pregnant you could still vacuum the house. He always brushed you off saying that queens don’t have to lift a finger. Especially a pregnant queen.

You two were sitting on the couch watching The Lion King when someone knocks on your door. You guys had ordered pizza about 45 minutes ago and you were starving. As you were about to get up, Jonghyun’s hand rested your stomach making you stop. He gave you a warm smile.

“Don’t strain yourself. I’ll get it.”

He got up and grabbed your wallet as you nestled back down into your spot on the couch. He came back a few minutes later with two pizza boxes in his hands.

Y/N: “Y’know, I could’ve got it.”

The door’s too far away. Plus, these pizza boxes are hot. I don’t want you burning yourself.

You playfully roll your eyes and smile. If you had to deal with this until the end of your pregnancy then you were glad it was Jonghyun.

“Now, which one do you want first: bacon, ham, chicken, and green bell peppers with chili paste or kimchi, bulgogi, tomato and horseradish sauce?”

Taemin:

You two actually found out together. He drove you to the hospital because you thought you had food poisoning. Turns out, you were 4 months pregnant! Taemin was silent for a while but erupted into sheer happiness. Jumping all around the doctor’s office and smothering your face in kisses. Nothing could calm him down and who could blame him. The youngest of the his friends and he was going to start a family! 

Taemin immediately jumped on buying clothes and toys for the baby and deciding on furniture and if you were going with a theme. He wants his child to have everything. He also picked up on the little things that bothered you. Like if your feet were hurting or if he heard you in the bathroom with your head in the toilet, he’s always there. 

You were cooking dinner when your back started to ache. You would rub the sore part and it would be fine for a while, but then it would ache again and even more. You didn’t want to bother Taemin with something so minor as a sore back and you’d have to get used to it another 3-4 months, so you tried your best to ignore it.

You felt hands cradled your stomach as Taemin approached you from behind. You jumped a little but relaxed when you saw his smiling features. He kissed your temple and rubbed your belly.

“Let me finish up, okay? You go rest.”

Onew:

There’s a reason why he has a condition named after him. This man is clum-sy! Of course he was grinning ear to ear when you told him you were pregnant, but that didn’t stop him from worrying his head off. What if he accidentally hurt you or your bump? What if he tripped and fell on you? What if he dropped his newborn?! Thoughts and worries clouded his mind over a few days. But, you assured him that he would never do that and it was all in his head. You were 6 months pregnant and he treated you like you were made of glass. He put your shoes on for you. He helped you sit down gently on the couch and helped you stand back up. He always made sure you were standing the farthest away from the sidewalk and would block any cyclist or skateboarders passing by. He even blew on your ramen and fed you.

You didn’t mind any of things he did. You thought it was adorable.

You had recently started taking walks around the city. Not only for exercise, but to clear your mind and it was a great way to calm your baby. Onew had taken notice of your routine and had invited himself on your daily walk.

You take a walk around the neighborhood, city, or the nearest park. You chose to talk a walk in the park just to see nature and not just city living. Plus, it was also a chance to give Onew a break on nearly tackling any cyclist than came your way.

“Are you okay? Do you need to take a break?”

He noticed you two have been walking for a while now. Almost an hour.

Y/N: No, I’m fine. This like 1/5th of my walk. I walk much further than this. It settles the baby down and the quiet helps me think.”

“Jinja?!”

Onew stared at you wide-eyed. 1/5th?! Come to think of it, he did start to notice that you would be gone for a while, but he also assumed that you’d take the car so you wouldn’t have to walk all the way back home. He carressed your belly and kissed your cheek.

“Don’t strain yourself, arasso? Let’s take a ten minute break on that bench over there.”

#SHINee #reaction #reactions #shinee reactions #onew shinee #minho shinee #key shinee #jonghyun shinee #taemin shinee #kim jonghyun #lee jinki #onew #lee taemin #choi minho #kim ki-bum #kpop reactions

[justactsupernatural]

Table for 5

He never stood a chance, not when they were offering him a world of happiness, even if only for one meal. His brothers and him sold their souls to McDonald's.

Based loosely in that one post-credit scene in The Avengers where they are eating shawarma but Thunderbirds.

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It had been a long rescue, like, 17 hours long kind of rescue. The flood, and subsequent mudslide, had hit the town at around 6pm, and IR had first arrived on the scene probably an hour later.

With a disaster of that magnitude, and all the Tracy boys on the Island (with John having come down from Five for the day) it was only natural that they all piled up on Thunderbirds One and Two to answer the call.

And now, hours later, they were tired, sore, covered head to toe in mud and hungry. Very. Hungry.

Which was why the McDonald’s that was just about to enter their flight path on the way back home was perfect.

“C’mon Scotty, there’s even a giant field in front of the place that’s perfect to land the Birds!” exclaimed Gordon, trying to convince the oldest Tracy to let them land and eat a burger or two (or five) in the fast-food restaurant.

The discussion had been taking place for the last five minutes, with both the youngest Tracy’s trying to win over their oldest brother with the promise of greasy food, while the second oldest and middle Tracy’s rolled their eyes and chuckled when the situation deemed it necessary.

“No Gordon, we have to get back home in case another rescue comes in and you know it” Scott said, because someone had to be responsible in this family and it might as well be him, even if sometimes he just wished he wasn’t mature enough to know that throttling his water-loving brother was not acceptable in this year and age.

“But Scott-“ said Alan, before being interrupted by the feeling of Thunderbird Two landing and his middle brother’s voice “I’m sorry Scott, but we’re hungry and tired and we are going to stop for a burger at McDonald’s, you’re welcome to join if you want”.

The whoops and cheering of Alan and Gordon, and the little smirk that John was trying to hide behind his hand and failing told Virgil that he had made the right call, and hearing Scott’s long-suffering sight before he voiced his agreement only proved that even responsible big brother wanted to eat.

 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 He never stood a chance, not when they were offering him a world of happiness, even if only for one meal. His brothers and him sold their souls to McDonald's.

Scott knew they shouldn’t be doing this, that videos and pictures of them, covered in mud and looking like they just took a dive in a swamp were going to be on the internet before they even sat down, but PR was the GDF’s problem and they deserved this break.

The moment they entered, the smell of oil and fries and food and the look on his brothers faces just kind of proved that point. Sure, everyone was looking at them like they were aliens, and the ones that weren’t were outside taking pictures and videos of their ships, but right now they couldn’t care less.

Joining the line at the cash register they started looking at the menu and discussing what to order, throwing the occasional idea to just order one of everything and to hell with it. After probably what was a too long time for such a discussion, Scott took everyone’s orders and let the others go find a table.

After standing in line for probably five minutes they were next, and the employee, despite her awestruck face and shocked behavior, took their order in stride.

“Hi, could we please have 3, no wait, 4 Big Macs, 3 cheeseburgers, 2 BBQ Crispy Onions, 1 Chicken Tenders, 6 large black coffees, 8 large curly fries, 5 milkshakes, 3 vanilla, 1 chocolate and 1 strawberry; 2 Caesar Salads, 1 Happy Meal and 10 apple pies. Oh and 1 vanilla scone. Thanks”, he said, looking from the menu to the wide-eyed guy and his fellow wide-eyed coworkers and giving them a smile.

The cashier smiled back and uttered a small comment on how their order would be delivered to their table as soon as it got out. With another smile, Scott took off towards his brothers and their table to wait for the food.

The establishment was medium sized and there were quite a few customers, so they had to grab one of the few tables big enough for them and all their food, an 8-person table in the middle of the place.

When he got there, he gave each of his brothers a large soda paper cup and went to the soda machine to serve his, not the healthiest thing to drink but meh. His brothers followed him and served themselves before returning to their table.

“Well, I don’t know you guys, but I think we deserved this after pulling that long ass rescue” said Gordon before taking a sip of his soda. “Language” said Scott while grabbing a napkin and passing it to John, who was trying and failing to clean a smudge of dry dirt in his left cheek.

“I love how you always criticize us for our language Scotty, like you weren´t in the Air Force and have definitely heard or said worse” commented Virgil, prompting a laugh out of Gordon and causing Alan to choke on his coke.

“Alright, I’m going to the bathroom” said John while getting up and patting Alan’s back, who was still choking on his coke and wheezing for breath. Virgil stood and followed his redhead brother to the bathroom; seeing the flash of a camera go off out of his periphery vision, Gordon sighed before turning to look at Alan.

“What the hell Allie just breathe, it’s not that hard!” Alan glared at the aquanaut while taking a gulp of his soda and managing to take a deep breath without choking, and then reaching up to his shoulder and unclasping his chest plate, letting it fall on the chair next to him. At the questioning looks he just shrugged his shoulders and said “What? It gets claustrophobic after a while; you try wearing that thing for 17 hours in a row and then we can talk”.

Scott blinked once before turning to look at John and Virgil’s figures, making the trek back from the bathroom; when his brothers were close enough Scott realized that Virgil had the top half of his uniform around his hips, the blue sleeves tied around his middle to keep the whole thing from falling, his flannel and white undershirt the only clean thing in sight.

He thought about making a comment about how they were supposed to respect the uniform and be presentable while in public or something like that, but that would be a lie because, like all his brothers, Scott had left his baldric in One and it’s not like keeping their uniforms would help to ‘keep their image’ when they were all sprawled on the plastic chairs at McDonald’s.

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 45 minutes and probably too much food to be healthy later, they were all silently looking at nothing, all trapped in their own thoughts to pay attention to what was happening around them.

Picking at the leftover milkshake in front of him Gordon spoke up, “Do you guys remember that time, back at the farm, when we tried to sneak out in the middle of the night to get ice cream and Grandma found us because we wanted to take the car and none of us could drive so we tried to push it out the driveway and ended up slamming it against the wall?”.

Four pair of eyes turned to look at him before Alan burst out laughing, Scott, John and Virgil chuckling softly. “I remember that it was YOU who tried to sneak out and we were just trying to stop you” said John, pointing at Alan and Gordon with a look that clearly said ‘cut the bullshit’, and raising an eyebrow when the aquanaut only smiled.

“Meh, tomato tomahto;” chuckled Gordon before throwing an arm around Alan’s shoulders and pulling him close “we did good that night Allie and we shall forever remember how you got us out of trouble with your quick thinking and adorable baby cheeks”. The young astronaut slapped away Gordon’s hand when he tried to pinch his cheeks.

“Get off me Gordo, and if you ever try to do that in front of people again, I’m tying you to Three and taking you to Jupiter and leaving you there”. Hissed Alan while shoving off his brothers arm and straightening in his chair.

“All right, that’s it, let’s go” said Scott while signaling to the waitress for the check and turning to his brothers “we should be getting back and it’s going to be a long trip”. He took out his credit card and handed it to the waitress before smiling and telling her to add a generous tip; taking his card back he got up and signaled for his brothers to follow.

Groans and sights followed but they all got up and gathered the multiple trays to take to the trash in their way out, leaving the table almost as not quite spotless as it was when they arrived. The cameras, flashes and whispers followed them all the way to the parking lot before they crossed the street and walking towards the Thunderbirds.

 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 It really wasn’t a surprise, but Scott had thought the message would have been sent an hour ago, not just now.

Colonel Casey: Scott Carpenter Tracy you better have a good explanation for this.

Right under the text was the picture of a news article, the headline reading:

INTERNATIONAL RESCUE SAVING RESTAURANT FROM GOING BANKRUP: TRACY BROTHERS SPOTTED AT MCDONALD’S ORDERING ENOUGH FOOD TO PAY FOR THE RESTAURANTS EXPENSES OF AT LEAST A YEAR

Oh well, thought Scott, we probably did anyway.

#alan tracy #gordon tracy #john tracy #scott tracy #virgil tracy #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015

[typical-simplelove]

Part Two: Dragon Boats (T. Jost)

Part Two to Red Envelopes, Dragon Boats, and Mooncakes; a Tyson Jost fic.

Series Masterlist (please read the small note at the beginning of the Masterlist if you haven’t already)

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Summary: Tyson and Kayla spend the offseason in St. Albert when the Dragon Boat Festival occurs. The couple spend the day with Tyson’s family following Kayla’s family traditions. 

Author’s Note: Similar author’s note to the first part. You don’t have to read part one to understand part two, just an fyi! Again, I have linked pictures and websites about some of the things that are mentioned here. The Pinterest board linked above also has more photos about the holiday. Anyways, here’s part two! I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you thought!

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Again, no climax, really. However, warnings are scissors, being Chinese, Chinese holidays, eating meat, mentions of death.

Before the Dragon Boat Festival

During the Dragon Boat Festival, Kayla and Tyson would be back in St. Albert for the offseason. Because of this, Kayla would not be able to spend the cultural holiday with her parents. Knowing that Kayla was a bit bummed about this, Tyson took it upon himself to try to make this holiday similar to ones in the past. 

Tyson began researching about the holiday. While researching, he learned that people watch or participate in Dragon Boat racing and eat something called Sticky Rice. The symbolism of this holiday is to ward off evil spirits, any lurking diseases, and release any negativity. Tyson had no idea how to celebrate this holiday with Kayla and had no idea how her family celebrated. He decided to just ask Kayla and help her plan. 

“Hey Kayla,” Tyson asks during breakfast a few days before the Dragon Boat Festival. “How do you celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival? I know that’s the next holiday that is coming up that your family celebrates.”

Kayla was shocked that Tyson knew about this. “My family doesn’t do much for this holiday. We don’t watch dragon boat racing but my sister and I always used to make our own mini dragon boats out of construction paper. My mom, sister, and I also used to make sticky rice with my grandfather before he died.”

“What if we did that? What if you, me, Kacey, my mom, and grandparents all made sticky rice? You can teach us! It may not be the holiday you’re used to because you aren’t in Denver with family but you can celebrate with us!”

“If you want, yeah sure! I’ll ask my mom for the recipe and we can make them.”

“Great, I’m excited, babe.”

Despite Tyson only telling Kayla about the sticky rice, he thought he would surprise her with the materials to make dragon boats. Tyson was bouncing in his seat, super excited that he got to spend another holiday with you.

龍舟節 (long zhou jie) - Dragon Boat Festival - June 14, 2021

“Kacey, my mom, and grandparents are set to come at three. Will that be good?” Tyson asks with an amount of energy that no one should have at eight in the morning. 

“Yes, Tyson, don't worry. Everything will be fine.” Kayla responds barely awake.

“Is there anything you need to do to prep before they come?”

“All I need to do is soak the rice. And I marinated the chicken last night so we’re good.”

“Do you need to watch the rice soak?”

Kayla laughs. “No, all I have to do is put the rice in a bowl and then leave it there. I’ll probably do that at 2:45, that way we can be ready to start right away when they arrive.”

“So, then, if I bought something, we can do it before they come?”

“Sure! What is it?”

“I bought materials to make Dragon Boats. I didn’t know what to buy so I went on pinterest and found a site. I asked your sister and she said that the materials they suggested were good. I had to buy green, at least, I thought it was green. I, you know colorblind, so not sure if --”

Tyson is cut off when Kayla kisses him firmly on the lips. “Thank you so much, Tys. You have no idea how much that means to me. Thank you!.”

“Anything for you Kayla. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Tys.”

. . .

After Kayla and Tyson were both mostly awake (more like Kayla because Tyson was bouncing off the walls at 8), they got started on the dragon boats. 

“So, teach me. What do I do?”

“First, you have to make the green construction paper into a box to make it look like a box.”

Tyson just stares at Kayla, wishing that he didn’t take the plastic covering off of the paper so he could read the labels and know which was green. However, Kayla, knowing Tyson, handed the green paper to him so that Tyson wasn’t completely lost. Tyson was about to start but unsure how to put the paper into a box format. So, he decided to watch Kayla construct hers first. Once Kayla finished, she held it up and said a soft ‘ta da!’

Tyson was still ever confused. When Kayla went to grab a second piece of green paper, Tyson decided he would mimic her actions in real time. However, instead of Tyson’s looking like Kayla’s once finished, Tyson’s was all jagged and didn’t look anything like a boat.

When Kayla was about to start a third boat, Tyson said, “Wait! Before you start, can you do it slowly and explain each step very carefully and clearly so I can make one that looks like yours?”

Kayla chuckles and says, “Of course. All you had to do was ask.”

“Ready, Tys?” Tyson nods in response.

“First, fold one of the short sides about two and half inches in. Try to fold it into a straight line. Yeah, like that. Now, do it to the opposite side.” Kayla pauses, waiting for Tyson to give her a nod that she can continue.

“Now, you take the long sides and fold it in about two and a half inches so it looks something like this. Next step is cut along these lines and fold them in. Nope, like this. Yeah that. Tape the sides so that it doesn’t fall apart. Yeah, good. You now take your scissors and kind of cut in a curved line, like a half circle but only the outer line, to make the curves of a boat. After, we take the long ends and fold them against each other so that they are pointy.”

Kayla pauses allowing Tyson to catch up. She smiles softly when Tyson has his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth in fierce concentration as he normally does. 

“Like this?” Tyson asks when finished.

“Yeah!” Kayla responds enthusiastically. “That’s it! And now, we use the gold sharpie and draw scales on the boat. It’s basically is just circles but not closing them. Stopping about seventy five percent of the way.”

Kayla and Tyson draw the scales in silence not wanting to distract the other. 

“What comes next?” Tyson asks, once he has finished his one and Kayla all three of hers.

“We add the dragon!”

“We have to make a dragon?” 

“No, normally my sister and I would print out pictures and we’d color them. In past years, Elizabeth would color in while Charlotte and I made the boats. I just printed out dragon heads that would match. Here they are. We can just glue them on.”

“Thank goodness. I don’t think that I would have been able to draw a dragon. Ever. At all. So, don’t ask me to.”

“Don’t worry, Tys. I know your artistic abilities. After we glue on the dragon head, we can make the oars with red construction paper and glue them one. Then, we’ll be done!”

Tyson finished putting his head and oars on the boat before Kayla because she made three and Tyson had one good functioning boat. 

“What do we do after we finish making the boats?”

“Normally, my sister and I would make a small pond or lake and tape the boats on there. I bought a blue poster board so we can use that.” 

Kayla and Tyson worked on their pond for the dragon boats and didn’t leave out a single detail. They made sure to add areas on the grass next to the pond for the spectators to watch the races. They used old wine corks and painted them red and orange to mimic the traditional drums.The couple worked long into the afternoon and only realized the time when Kayla’s alarm went off reminding her to soak the rice. 

Once Kayla returned to the table where the poster board sat, Tyson had added little goldfish into the pond.

“You know, Tys, I think that if there were goldfish in the pond, then they would be far away from the boats. Also, probably not visible to the human eye.”

“Whatever, Ms. Smarty-Pants Kayla. I like the goldfish. I vote to keep the goldfish in the pond.”

“Fine, but then, one of my boats gets to be in the lead when we glue them down.”

“You throw a hard bargain but fine, I agree.” Tyson says with a mischievous grin. Kayla knows that grin. She knows that Tyson is going to begin tickling her until she is begging for mercy. Tyson instantly gets up and begins tickling Kayla. This continues on and the only chance at a reprieve is when the doorbell rings signalling that Tyson’s family has arrived.

“I guess I have to stop tickling you, Kayla.”

“I guess so.” He doesn’t 

Tyson’s family decide to let themselves in and are shocked at what they see sitting on the kitchen counter. 

“What in the world is this?” Kacey asks.

“Kayla spends her Dragon Boat Festival holiday making sticky rice and dragon boats. So, that’s what we did.” Tyson responds.

“Let me guess, this subpar looking boat was Tyson’s?” Kacey asks. Tyson just sticks his tongue out at her and Tyson does the same. 

“Ok, you two, cut it out. We have some sticky rice to make, yeah?” Laura cuts in with a chuckle.

Kayla and Tyson move the pond onto the coffee table and clear all of the craft stuff away and put it into a closet to deal with later. 

“I already have the rice soaking so we can start with that. Before we mix everything, we have to cut the Chinese sausage, mushrooms, shallots, and garlic. We have to also saute the shallots, too. Let’s start with that and then we’ll go from there.” Kayla explains. 

Once the directions were clear, everyone was assigned with a task. Laura is going to cut the shallots and saute them. Kacey and Kayla are going to wash the mushrooms and cut the mushrooms and garlic. Tyson and his grandparents are going to cut the Chinese sausage. 

“So, Kayla, tell me. How long have you been making sticky rice?” Tyson’s grandmother asked.

“I grew up watching my mom, grandfather, and aunties make the rice. This holiday used to be my grandfather’s favorite. When I turned twelve, my mother finally allowed me and my sister, Charlotte, to help make it. We normally would be assigned with washing the mushrooms and cutting them. Sometimes we’d be allowed to help construct the rice into the lotus leaf. That only happened later into my teenage years.”

“Do you do this with your family often?” Laura asks.

“Yeah, we would do this every year. This holiday is the one where my grandfather would be in control of the kitchen. My grandmother, aunties, and parents would all be sitting working on wrapping these and my sister and I would huddle around my grandfather for just a peak. He would always tell us about the same stories each year from when he was a child. When I was in high school, my grandfather passed away and my grandmother became the head sticky rice maker in our family. When I was in college, my grandmother was diagnosed with Arthritis making it hard for her to do any of the cooking so my sister and I took on a bigger role of making the sticky rice with my mom and aunties while my grandmother watched.”

“Is this your first year not making this with them?” Kacey asks.

“It is, actually, yes.” Kayla responds glumly.

“Do you miss them?” Tyson asks, wishing he asked if you wanted to go home.

“I was at first but then you prompted me with the idea of making the sticky rice with all of you so I’m not anymore! My grandfather always used to tell me that sharing our traditions keeps them alive. So, I am doing what he always wanted me to do.” Kayla replies with a bit of pep in her voice.

“Care to share any of those stories, Kayla?” Laura asks. Kayla looks over at Tyson to get confirmation that she should share. Tyson nods prompting Kayla to continue.

“Sure! I can’t remember all of them but one of them that I remember him telling us was when my grandfather was five. This was the first year that he was allowed in the kitchen to observe the cooking with the elders. While he was watching, my grandfather watched one of his uncles put salt on the lotus leaves. Putting salt on the lotus leaves allows for a richer taste for the rice. I’ll get to why we don’t do that in a minute. My grandfather decided that the pinch of salt on the lotus leaves was not enough and he took it upon himself to add more salt. No one noticed. When the sticky rice was ready to eat, the rice was so salty that it was fed to the farm animals. My grandfather felt so bad that he confessed to putting more salt on the lotus leaves. His punishment was to have to clean the chicken pen. Every year after that, no one put salt on the lotus leaves and my grandfather never used salt for his sticky rice ever again. I actually don’t think he ever used salt again after that.” 

The story gains a laugh out of everyone. 

The rest of the prepping continues on with smaller conversations. Once finished and the rice is drained, everyone watches Kayla mix the rice and all the ingredients together.

“I am going to mix the shallots, mushrooms, sausage, and chicken with rice. I am also going to add oyster sauce, soy sauce, and sesame oil. Once I’ve done that, we can begin wrapping the rice in the lotus leaf.”

Once the rice is mixed, Kayla demonstrates to everyone how to wrap the lotus leaf around the rice.

“You put the leaf on the counter and take one cup of rice and put it in the middle. You just fold it so that the rice won’t come out and tie it with a piece of string. There isn’t any pattern to fold it. Once folded, it should look like this and then we’ll steam them and will have sticky rice!”  

“I remember when I was ten and my grandfather was teaching me how to do this.” Kayla begins. “He told me and my sister about the first time he wrapped rice in a lotus leaf. He always told the story and made sure to say that he watched this being made for almost eight years prior to being allowed to wrap them and doesn’t know why he did it. He would tell us that he took the kitchen scissors and began to cup up the leaf. He cut a circle so that the rice could sit on something. He then trimmed the lotus leaf into mini looking pieces of leaf and placed them on the pile of rice. He always compared it to someone making a scrapbook and gluing small pieces of ribbon onto the paper. Every year, he would make one of these. This was what the young cousins would do. They would place the cut up pieces on the lotus leaf. I probably have pictures somewhere of me and my sister making those when we were really young.”

“Did you want to make one?” Tyson asks.

“Yeah? Sure!” Kayla replies with enthusiasm. She goes into the drawer and pulls out a pair of kitchen scissors. Kayla and Tyson begin cutting up a piece of lotus leaf. Once the rice is placed on a circular piece of lotus paper, Tyson and Kayla begin adding the small miniature pieces. Their giggles and laughter can be heard throughout the kitchen, putting smiles on everyone’s face in the kitchen.

For the next hour, Tyson, Kayla, Kacey, Laura, and Tyson’s grandparents folded the sticky rice and lotus leaf to be ready to be steamed. Conversation flowed easily and Kayla couldn’t help but smile. She was able to share her culture and her upbringing with the man she loves and his family she absolutely adored. It couldn't be any better. 

After there was no more rice to be folded into the lotus leaf, Kayla put the rice wrapped in lotus leaf into the pot to steam for an hour and half. 

“What do you do while the sticky rice is steaming?” Tyson asks.

“Not much, normally my mom or grandmother would begin making the other parts for dinner but I just bought those frozen because I didn’t want to screw up making them for the first time. We can watch a movie or play a game, maybe?” Kayla responds. 

After a small debate, everyone decides to play a card game as Kayla will have to get up and check the water every twenty minutes to make sure that no lotus leaves came undone.

… 

After an hour and half and steaming the rest of dinner, everyone was able to sit down and eat. 

“This is the typical dim sum. Normally dim sum is eaten for lunch but on the Dragon Boat festival, my family eats dim sum at dinner. We have Ha Gow, Siu Mai, Cheong Fan, Lo Ba Go, Cha Siu Bao, and Chao Mian. Which are shrimp dumplings, open faced shrimp dumplings, beef wrapped in rice noodles, fried radish cake, steamed pork bun, and fried noodles, respectively. And, obviously the sticky rice we all labored to make!”

Kayla’s explanation was met with hungry looks and nods of approval of how tasty everything looked. 

“How did you eat the one with the cut up lotus leaf?” Tyson asks, confused.

“Normally, we would put that one aside and eat it the next day. When it’s cold, it is easier to pick the lotus leaf pieces off.” Kayla explains. 

When Kayla sat down, she was so happy that she was able to celebrate this holiday with loved ones, even if they were her boyfriend’s family. If things went according to plan, Kayla hoped that maybe they could make a tradition out of this.

Part Three will be posted on February 26, 2021

#hockey imagine #hockey fic #tyson jost imagine #tyson jost x reader #hockey fanfiction #nhl imagine #colorado avalanche imagine #tyson jost #chinese culture fic #red envelopes dragon boats mooncakes #dragon boat festival #woc oc! #claudia writes

[everybodyscupoftea]

Ok ok how about like a second part to pogues meet pike jj girlie friend where they tell him he’s a chicken for not asking her out already and it’s cute and he’s a blushing messs

okay part 2 is going to be the girls’ night/sleepover thing

(warnings: cursing, lightly edited)

-

jj dropped you off at kie’s a little after 6 with a mocking, “have fun,” because he knew how nervous you were.

“i’m gonna tell them all the dumb shit you’ve done in college.”

“you won’t,” jj responded confidently, “i have shit on you too.”

which was a valid point, but you didn’t really care, “what, you’re going to tell them i mardi gras style flashed some of your frat brothers on snapchat after 3 shots of tequila? you can do better than that.”

jj laughed loudly, “fair enough. i’ll come up with something, don’t worry.”

nerves forgotten, you climbed out of the car and grabbed your bag out of the backseat. jj waited until you were inside to pull out of the driveway, which you were secretly grateful for.

kie hugged you as soon as you were in and pulled you to her room to drop your stuff off. another bag was already in there and she squeezed your shoulder, “sarah’s already here. we’re making pasta for dinner.”

“oh, i fucking love pasta.”

“me too,” kie told you with a grin.

you followed kie to the kitchen where another girl was stirring something on the stove. she turned to look at you and smiled, “hi, it’s so good to meet you finally, i’m sarah!”

returning her smile with a small one of your own, you introduced yourself and walked to lean against the counter next to kie who asked you, “so, you have to tell me, what’s jj been up to since you’ve known him?”

“do you know how i met him?” you asked, eager to tell that story.

“no,” sarah said, turning to face you.

“he was in my english class freshman year, and he started missing classes or sleeping through quizzes when he rushed his frat. i let him cheat off of me so he wouldn’t fail the class.”

kie cooed, “so sweet, you deserve better.”

“i absolutely do,” you confirmed.

sarah laughed, “okay, what’s the dumbest thing he’s done?”

“hmm,” you thought, “i think maybe the time he attempted karaoke at a party and was so drunk that he fell off the stage mid-song.”

“oh my god,” kie snorted, “what else?”

“one time he was meant to pick me up from a bar that’s a chain and he went to the wrong location and was parked outside for 45 minutes, arguing with me over the phone about where he was until he realized.”

“sounds like jj,” sarah said, focused back on stirring the pasta.

“yeah, he’s sweet though,” you confided, “he’s always there for me.”

they both went silent, each giving you a weird look. you started to get freaked out when kie put her hand on your shoulder, “do you like him?”

“well, he’s my friend, of course i like him.”

“you know what i mean.”

“well, i, maybe.”

kie grinned, “well, he definitely likes you back, i’ve never seen him act like he did this morning.”

you stared at the cabinet not wanting to meet their eyes, and said, “i don’t know, he’s never really shown that interest in me. i’ve seen him flirt with other girls and it’s never the same with me.”

“we’ll see about that,” sarah promised, her back to you again.

-

jj picked you up the next morning and kie invited him in for breakfast. he pressed a kiss to your temple, “morning. how was the sleepover?”

“it was really fun. how was your boys’ night.”

“great, feels good to be back.”

kie put a paper plate with some eggs and toast in front of him and leaned against the counter, “so, we heard a lot of stories about you, jj.”

“yeah? did you hear any fun ones about her?”

“i told all my embarrassing shit before you got the chance.”

“oh i doubt it, but i’ll let it slide this time.”

kie winked at you before turning to jj, “you in the habit of making exceptions nowadays?”

“for my girl only,” he said, half paying attention, half focused on the food.

your stomach flipped and you told them, “going to get my stuff.”

stepping out of the room, you sighed, not wanting to think about what his words may have meant. it never panned out the way you wanted it to when you had these thoughts. gathering your stuff, you started walking back toward the kitchen, pausing right outside when you heard your name.

“yeah, she’s awesome,” jj was saying, “never met anyone quite like her.”

“you gonna ask her out?”

jj sputtered, “no, she doesn’t like me like that. i’d rather be friends with her than be the guy she rejected.”

“chicken,” kie mocked.

“well, maybe so, but i doubt i’ll ever do anything about it, she means too much.”

you sighed. leaning back against the wall. well fuck.

#frat!jj #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank request #pike!jj

[purpleyellow]

Bon Voyage season 4

BTS 8th member

Sunny’s masterlist

“Sunny during Bon Voyage 4″ Shout out to the Bon Voyage anon!

a/n: It took a while but it’s done. Your opinion is very important for me, send feedback and requests anytime 💜 Also, don’t be shy and interact a little, ask box is always open

(Italics means the person is speaking in English)

“It’ll be around 45 minutes until we get to the destination” Jimin spoke from the passenger seat after reading the GPS. 

Jungkook nodded while starting the camping trailer they were in and Suny got comfortable in the small table the van had, Hoseok and Taehyung sat in front of her. The other members were driving in an SUV.

“Are you going to read during the trip?” Hobi asked the girl pointing to the book she had placed on top of the table “We’ll probably be noisy so I don’t know if it’s the best idea right now”

As he said that, Jimin pressed play on his phone and the melody of Ddaeng started playing as Taehyung turned the electric microphone on, singing with his whole soul and ignoring the two members talking.

“I was going to see if I would be able to read without having motion sickness but I guess I won’t be able to do that now” She sighed looking at the noisy boys and head bopping to the beat. “Ahh, New Zealand” 

Looking out of the window, Sunny got lost in the view as she sang along with the boys, the small road trip passing by relatively fast for her.

“Okay, let’s go,” J-Hope said opening the backdoor of the vehicle and the three members in the back instantly got hit by a very cold breeze “Maybe not without coats,” He said turning around and Sunny grabbed the big trench jacket she had miraculously found in the store they had gone to earlier.

Putting on the black thing on top of her jeans and pink sweater, she finally got out of the car and ran to the fence that divided a big field filled with sheep. Waving at them, she unintentionally caught the attention of the pastor there. 

“You guys are recording something?” the middle-aged man asked her pointing at the cameras recording the rest of the members who were only starting to make their way to where she was.

“Yes, it’s kind of a Reality thing” She answered and smiled politely, not wanting to give off too much information about what they were doing.

“Oh okay, I’ll see if the dog brings them over so you and your friends can interact with them” The man did a head nod and whistled to the dog. Jungkook approached Sunny after a little sprint, leaning on the fence as well to get a better look in the approaching sheep. “Come inside, there’s no problem”

Opening a little gate for them, and the other members, a few of them walked inside and started taking pictures with the animals and the landscape for a moment, until it got too cold for them and they decided to go inside to grab warm drinks.

“Are you ordering?” Sunny asked Hoseok as Namjoon told him the same of the drinks and he nodded to her.

“Putting to work the English I learned in the US” He smiled and waved the waiter over “You want coffee right?” 

“You got it” She answered him in English making RM chuckle. They walked together to the table and waited for the waiter to bring them their drinks.

The group spent a good amount of time just sitting in the small restaurant as some of them rested and J-Hope and Taehyung recorded the Chicken Noodle Soup challenge. Retuning to the campervan,  they sat in the same arrangement and tried to pass time since the trip would take a long time.

“Let’s play that game where you have to rhyme” Jimin spoke loud enough from the passenger seat so everyone could hear him.

“Which one? The poem thing?” J-Hope asked locking his phone and putting it away.

“I don’t know. Let’s just have one person say something and then somebody else rhymes with it until everyone had a go” He explained while still giving out directions “Taehyung you can start”

“Roses are red, violets are blue” He said without thinking too much.

“I was born smart, what happened to you” Sunny completed with the first thing that came into her mind making Hoseok and Jimin laugh while V widened his eyes.

“That’s not the direction I was going for but okay,” He said repressing a smile.

“I want to start, let me think,” Jungkook said from the driver’s seat and thought for a second before speaking and leaving everyone dumbfounded “Roses are red, corpses are blue”

“Sorry you’re dead, I forgot you’re allergic to roses,” Sunny said without really thinking and making the rest of the boys laugh once again “Oh, it doesn’t really rhyme”

“What’s up with you today?” Jimin turned around to look at her and she just shrugged.

“Kook was the one bringing up dead people” 

The BTS members had just arrived at an observatory when the sun started setting, having to wait for it to be completely dark before looking at the stars, the members parted ways, some of them going inside the small cafe to stay warm, while the others, Sunny included, stayed outside to look at the landscape or shoot J-Hope’s challenge (a very recurring theme in this trip).

“We should have bought more coats, it gets too cold during the night” Namjoon noted while he and the girl were walking around and taking pictures of the view.

“Yeah, I have like this thing and a hoddie in my backpack,” Sunny said looking down at her clothes and staring out again “It’s fun to have a change for once, we usually go to warm places for Bon Voyage”

“Agreed, although I miss the warmth a little” He chuckled kicking a rock and pondering for a moment before speaking again “I have so much to do back home, it’s like my mind can’t stay focused and enjoy what’s going on in that moment”

“Oppa, I think you’re going through work abstinence,” Sunny said with a breathy laugh.

“The weird thing is when I was on vacation back in Europe I wasn’t feeling like this. But now, it’s like the cameras triggered my memory and everything that was on hold keeps showing up in my head” He sighed stopping in his tracks and looking around to see if anyone was recording them. Although the mics were capturing all the words, the audio wouldn’t have a use unless there was footage.

“We won’t go back to actually work in a week, but I guess you can find some time to rest your conscience and run over the lyrics I wrote over the break” She smiled sheepishly and shrugged her shoulders.

“You didn’t rest?” He turned around to her with a shocked face and tried pinching her arm, although all he did was twist the fabric of her coat.

“I did. I spent some time with friends and stayed with my mom for some weeks. But when I had nothing to do I wrote a little, not my fault I wasn’t in some foreign country like most of you” She winked making him roll his eyes.

“Not fair, I’m as much as a workaholic like you. Now I feel even worst for not being productive”

“You’re the biggest workaholic in this place, maybe with the exception of Yoongi Oppa but you get me” She placed a hand on his arm and turned around so they could go back to the little restaurant. “That means you deserved to rest more than anyone here. So tell me, did you find a girlfriend during your break like JK?”

“Please don’t remember me those rumors,” He said now fake annoyed and smiling at the situation. “I’m kind of worried for him still”

“He does seem a bit quieter than usual” Sunny noted “I just wanted to talk to him for a bit and get him to vent for once, he seemed so stress when I called him one day”

“Yeah, let’s give him time. I’ll chat with him if I get the chance and I’ll tell him you’re worried too”

“Thanks, on a random note, I’m still not 100% used to seeing him with tattoos, but it does fit his image for some reason” Sunny smiled along and they joined the rest of the group. 

Waiting for a few more minutes inside, the members had a pleasant surprise once they walked out and the sky was completely full of stars. The desert-like place helped to make visible the whole milky way, making a lot of amused sounds leave their mouths.

“It’s insane to think that’s over us all the time and we can’t see it” Yoongi said from somewhere near her and Sunny nodded along, even though it was too dar for anyone to see her.

“The camera can’t capture it like I’m seeing it” Jungkook complained while trying to take a picture and Sunny grabbed her own phone to see if she was luckier than him.

“There’s no use trying to take pictures,” One of the observatory people told her and pointed to the telescope they were walking to “You’ll have a better sight with that, but everything is going to be stored in your memory”

“Oh, so like, not even the crew is going to capture the sky like this?”

“I’m afraid not,” He told her and she nodded “I’ve seen they have some professional cameras so maybe a picture that comes close to it” 

Smiling at his reassurance, Sunny walked a little faster to be able to look through the telescope before the other members.

“It’s dark, stop running or you’ll trip” She heard Jin speaking from her left but she ignored him, going straight to the object and bending a little so she could see better.

“Woah” Sunny gasped with how close the stars appeared, their shine being indescribably beautiful, but the moment got interrupted by Jimin patting her on the back.

“I want to see it too” He insisted until she moved along, of course stealing a last look to hopefully remember that sight forever.

After the two accommodations they had gone to, BTS finally arrived at the place they would be camping for two days. 

To be honest, Sunny wasn’t too excited about it, sure she had gone camping with her parents as a child, but she knew the boys wouldn’t just let her run around and play with flowers like she used to, not that she would do that anyway but it still would be nice not have to light up a fire like she was doing right now.

“Why can’t I help them with the tent?” Sunny asked Jin, who was next to her trying to do the same thing.

“Because they learned how to do it last season when you were doing nothing because of a small cut” He reminded her of the excused the had used last time and Sunny tried not to smile.

“It hurt okay, I still have the scar on my foot” 

“Show me then” Jin challenged her, knowing it was a lie and Sunny shrugged.

“It’s cold, I’m not taking my shoe off,” She said and sighed when the small flame she had going died once again. “I don’t think I’ll be able to light this”

“Of course you are, just keep fanning it,” Jin said handing her a frying pan, to which she frowned at “What? It helps to make more wind, you’ll thank me once it works”

“Alright then” She grabbed the pan and started fanning the fire more aggressively, her arm growing tired sooner than anticipated, but the flame got bigger none the less and at some point, the fire was strong enough to live by itself.

Massaging the muscle on her arm, Sunny got up from her crouched position and walked over to the campervan, where Taehyung was grabbing some things to decorate the tent they had just built.

“Can you help me carry those things outside?” He asked and gave her a bunch of fairy lights after she agreed.

“Do you know who will be sleeping here tonight?” She asked him once they were inside the orange tent and watched as he hung the lights on the walls.

“I think it’s Yoongi Hyung and Namjoon Hyung” V answered “I’m staying in the trailer with Hobi Hyung, Jimin, and Jk. Are you really staying in the SUV with Jin Hyung? We can make room for you if you want to” 

Taehyung recalled the conversation they had earlier when Jin said he didn’t like sleeping on sleeping bags and since there was no room in the van he would just lay one of the car’s seats down and sleep there. Sunny said she could do the same since she didn’t want to make the trailer’s bed too crowded.

“I can give it a try, it’s no big deal,” She said getting out of the tent with him. “If it gets too uncomfortable we’ll change the sleeping settings tomorrow”

“Okay then, if you want to wake me up in the middle and trade places I’m okay with it” V smiled and they walked to where the rest of the members were getting ready to have diner.

“Why are you going to do this when last time you almost died with only having diner in a suspended table?” Hoseok laughed at Sunny when they arrived in the place they would be going on this insane swing. 

“Because since last time everyone keeps saying I’m scared of heights, I’m here to prove I’m not,” She said determined but her palms were slightly sweaty.

Of course, it was normal to get a little scared before going on a 300-meter swing that could probably lead to your death, that did not mean she was afraid of heights, it only meant Sunny had the self-preservation instinct that people like Jungkook didn’t seem to have.

“You should go on the catapult thing as well,” He said while bouncing on his place and the rest of the boys bought their tickets.

“I’m already going on the swing of death, I don’t want to be thrown into it as well” She mumbled holding onto his arm, to both keep him in place and relieve some of the nervousness she was feeling.

After getting into the special gear and both Jimin and Yoongi had declined multiple times the opportunity to do it, the group moved along the bridge that they would be “jumping” from. Holding onto Jungkook’s shoulders, Sunny tried her best to not look down and quickly got over that part.

“We doing the swing part in pairs, so Jin Hyung and Hobi, me and Taehyung, ad then you and Jungkook okay?” Namjoon asked her once they were on the platform thing and watching Jin and Hoseok get settled on the thing.

“Okay” She said strangely more calm than before, mostly due to the instructors making sure the equipment on her groupmates was very well adjusted before letting them hang over the edge of the platform.

The sudden drop and the boys’ scream startled her a little, but Sunny couldn’t hide the smile on her face seeing how much fun they were having on the swing. So she sat next to Jimin on the steps and cheered Taehyung, who was far more scared than her when it was his turn.

“We’re doing it like the others okay?” Sunny turned to Jk once they were waiting for Namjoon and V to get back on the platform. “No funny ideas or things to make this any more dangerous than it is”

“Sure, sure,” He said jumping excited for their turn, and once the instructor asked them which way they were going to drop he nonchalantly answered “Upsidedown”

“No, no” Sunny exclaimed shaking her head. She had watched four people safely drop on the thing sitting down, she would safely do it sitting down as well.

“Yes, yes. Upsidedown” Jungkook repeated making the woman smile.

“He can go upsidedown and you can sit normally after him. How does that sound?” She asked politely making Sunny consider going alone.

“Can I do it first then?” She asked turning around to one of the producers to ask if it would make the content less exciting. Giving her a thumbs up, Sunny took it as a yes and turned to the instructor again. 

“Sure, you can go in any other you want” She waved the girl near the edge and started to fix her gear.

“Wow, you’re making me wait more because you’re too scared” Jungkook laughed watching from her side and leaning on one of the security bars.

“I’m swinging off this thing by myself, I think the only thing you can’t call me right now is scared” She rolled her eyes at him and heard Jin laughing at their exchange.

“Okay, you can sit and take your feet off the edge,” She said, and in that moment, sitting seconds away from a 70-meter free-fall and 300-meter arc swing, Sunny felt scared shitless.

She looked ahead to the instructor and blocked out any kind of noise around her, not really knowing what was going on or how much longer until she would fall onto her inevitable death backward, the only thing she could feel was her heart beating out of her chest.

It came out of nowhere, but suddenly she felt all of her body drop and a scream leave her mouth, instantly gripping onto the swing’s ropes. After a few milliseconds that felt like ages, she finally could feel the security stuff holding her body in place and preventing her to slip and die. Her screams turning into a laugh as she started to swing on the huge thing.

“I’m gonna swing, from the chandelier” Sunny sang as the thing lost momentum and looked around at the mountains around her. The adrenaline running crazy on her body as she leaned her body back every time the swing went back.

“Were you singing Sia?” Jimin asked once she made back to the platform making the girl laugh.

“Did you hear that from here?”

Getting out of the helicopter, Sunny stretched a bit and walked along the mountain of snow, following her members. She saw a few of them making snowballs, and falling in the snow so she thought she should do the same.

Falling back on the snow, she moved her arms up and down hoping to make a snow angel, but once she got up it didn’t look like one at all.

“That doesn’t look quite right” Yoongi smiled at the weird blob on the ground and helped her get some of the snow off her hair.

“I don’t know where I was aiming with that, to be honest” Sunny said shaking her coat. “What are the others doing?”

“Jimin and Taehyung are walking around and doing something I don’t understand and the rest are building a snowman” Suga said and started walking with her to where the rest of them were.

“Sunny, do you have something to put on it?” Hoseok screamed for her pointing at the two balls of snow that barely looked like a snowman.

Taking off her beanie, she threw it to him and walked closer, looking for things that could make the “statue” more human-like.

Placing a pair of glasses on its face and a scarf around its neck, the members decided they had done a good enough job and walked away, looking for more things to do.

“Hey, look at this” Jimin approached her with a concerned face and a hand full of snow. “Is this an insect?”

Leaning down to look at what he was showing her, Sunny didn’t react fast enough when he lifted up his hand and smeared snow on her face.

“Really?” Sunny screamed after taking some of the snow off her eyes and looked around to see the boy jumping excited and grinning mischievously. Running towards him to push him on the ground, she got slowed down by the snow and failed to do it, instead of holding him in place and kicking the back of his knee to somehow take him down, which she also failed to do.

Looking at them from afar, Jin sighed and looked at Suga “Why are they like this?”

END OF THE TRIP INTERVIEW

1.What did you think when you heard you were coming to New Zealand?

“I liked it but it wasn’t anything special. Like I had heard good things about it and was interested in some of the videos the guys showed me so I thought it would be fun to come here, and it really was.”

2. This was your first work after vacation. How was it?

“I didn’t travel anywhere during the vacation, mostly because I wanted to see some people and I couldn’t do that if I was away, but also because I knew we were going to come to New Zealand right after and I just realized I didn’t have this extra need for going away and spending time outside of Korea. It sure was fun to spend this time with the members after not having them on my daily routine like I’m used to, it consolidated in my mind that no matter the time we spend apart this group of people will always feel like family.”

3. What did you like the most? 

“I really enjoyed the overall feel of the country. I don’t know how to explain, but everywhere we went the sky was always beautiful, the landscape, the mountains, the roads we went through, everything was always beautiful, and even though my nose is stuffy and my fingers froze a lot, the weather feels so cozy and so nice. This just seems like one of those places you go backpacking with your friends and the fact that we did exactly that feels really good to me”

4. When did you feel bad or disappointed?

“Hmm… I don’t think I felt disappointed about anything, but since we changed locations so many times this trip, it did cross my mind how I wasn’t much use whenever we went to another accommodation since I don’t drive and couldn’t really help them whenever someone got tired and needed a rest. Also, I don’t think I was that entertaining this time, so sorry for the people watching this”

5. How did you feel about this trip?

“Everything was really nice. Compared to the last time we spent most of the trip together as a group instead of pairs, and that made me grateful for all of the members’ presence. Also, the destination really made me want to come back, with them but also with the rest of the people I love”

6. To ARMYs who’d watch Bon Voyage Season Four

“I said it before, but first I’m sorry if I didn’t appear as entertaining. I hope you understand that I truly liked this trip and was just living through it in my own way instead of exaggerating it and making it seem fake. Everything was perfect and I hope you can have some enjoyment just watching the members being ourselves”

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