#''24 hour drive thru'' out of my head

[gummybugg]

Imagine a bunch of your OCs going to the movies. What kind of movies would your different OCs end up watching? (Nothing specific, just genre/vibes.) Do they go to the same flick, watch different stuff? How do they behave once in their seats? Basically, I wanna know what going to the movies with your OCs would be like.

Hi hi hello!

I kept this ask for far too long and planned to write an Entire Scene out using the cast of Crater City, except it never came to fruition! But I can try to describe to the best of my ability what I had in mind, hehe!

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For sure, Frasier would pay for everyone's tickets (except for Darcy because he's mean), and they would probably go watch the Lego Batman movie together because I said so.

Blair and Elijah would sit in the very back, top row. Blair would talk and giggle the whole time, making crude jokes or references while Elijah tries so hard not to laugh or encourage him, but he can't cant really help it. There's a 90% chance Blair winds up making coke shoot out of Elijah's nose after a batman x joker ship comment.

Darcy and Frasier would sit closer to the front/bottom row of the theater to get away from those idiots. Darcy is pissed Blair said something potentially spoiler-y before the movie started by Frasier is like, "Chill tf out, man, it's literally just a kid's movie." But Darcy wants his money's worth, goddammit.

Frasier is also busy trying to tell Blair and Elijah to stfu (via glares/hand motions) and to let them enjoy the movie and that they don't need security kicking them out of a flick again.

Meanwhile, Darcy has trouble with a teenager kicking his seat (totally not based on a true story). Frasier is like bro chill tf out, you're being louder than Blair and Elijah rn, stop fighting with a teenager. The teens just call Darcy old and that he looks like a poorly AI rendered image of Timothée Chalamet, which he takes offense to.

"Forty is not old, I'm not even close middle-aged yet!" Darcy is agitated.

"You have about 10 more years." The teen retorts.

"Oh, you wanna argue about the sudden spike in average human lifespan over the past fifty years? Because we can go there—"

"Darcy! Are you really arguing with a kid about your age in a movie theater? Stop being so immature." Frasier is so close to pulling the "idk who this man is but he's not mine" card but decides he's the only responsible adult here and can't back out.

Anyway, security has been called, and Darcy is definitely not having it. He wages a verbal battle with security, disturbing everyone else in the cinema, and embarrassing Elijah and Frasier in the process. He goes on about his hardships as mayor and having to deal with an impudent worm kicking his seat from behind (which security couldn't give 2 shits about). Darcy says something along the lines of "We paid for this movie and you'll have to fight my lawyers and I'm the mayor dammit," and so security backs off. Now everyone else in the Lego Batman movie theater is disgruntled at the disturbance. You can cut the tension with a super sharp knife.

Darcy turns to Blair and Elijah, who promptly stfu bc of his death glare. Frasier is concerned that Darcy raised more hell than it's worth all for a shitty movie, but tbh Darcy just likes to use his mayor card.

After the movie ends, they get up to leave, with all eyes on them until they make it to the parking lot. It also turns out that that thing Blair said off hand ended up being a spoiler, and Frasier almost beats the shit out of him, but this time Darcy is the one who has to hold him back. "It's ok, Frasier! We all saw it coming anyway!"

The teens who bullied Darcy come out of the theater to mock him again, but Fraiser flips them off, then security is called once again. And now all 4 of our characters are stuck at the police station with Darcy trying to bail them out, all the while Frasier glares at all three of them with disappointment. Blair is like, "This is definitely going on my 'pissed authority off' bingo board." Elijah rolls his eyes. At least they weren't in any mortal danger, he reasons.

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[harlowarchives]

chp 𝟐 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ! ୨ .  ˚ ໒꒱

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓:𝟎𝟎𝐚𝐦 — 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 hospital.

Sevyn was quickly pulled out of her sleep when she heard a loud cry, turning to see a sleeping Jack & a wailing Hope. Groaning Sevyn pushed herself out of bed and walked towards Hope, “Shh, don't wake Daddy, Pumpkin.” Sevyn pleaded as she swaddled Hope hearing the baby's cries lower and then watching Hope yawn before blinking repeatedly and dozing off.

Now Sevyn expected to fall asleep but instead, she was held awake staring at sleeping Jack & Hope praying she’d fall asleep soon the sun would come up & people would start moving around in the hospital and Jack would wake up. She listened as he groaned scratching his chest. “Girl,” Jack said shaking his head to clear his blurry vision “What are you doing up Sevyn?” Jack questioned confusion in his voice, “Hope woke me up, I've been up ever since.” She said standing up to check on Hope, “You need rest Sev, you were up for 24-plus hours yesterday.” Jack said placing his hand on Sevyn’s shoulder “I’ll be fine just ready to go home, ok?” she said before yawning and then patting his back “Alright, I'll start packing.” Jack responded throwing his hands up, he knew she’d knock out cold as soon they went home.

Jack packed up all of their belongings such as gifts, dirty clothes & other childcare products the hospital provided. Jack rubbed his face and then noticed Sevyn had been in the bathroom for 45-plus minutes.

“Sev! You good?” Jack questions gently knocking on the door. “I'm coming in,” he added unlocking the door, no way Jack thought to himself he just stared at Sevyn who was snoring on the toilet. Trying to contain his laughter, Jack pulled his phone out to quickly snap a picture then lifted her bridal style to her bed.

Jack finished packing up all of Sevyn’s belongings and gifts and then placed Hope in her stroller.

“Jack?” Sevyn said looking around the room, “Yea?” He smiled looking at Sevyn’s confused face. “You found me in the bathroom?” she questioned shaking her head as he laughed a bit “Knocked out cold, you hungry?” he asked as she glared at him “Is that a question?!” she said placing her feet on the ground.

The silence was louder than anything they'd said ever since Jack & Sevyn broke up they'd limit their words with each other which was so hard because they had some much in common & had such an extensive history dating back to middle school. Sevyn had made it “clear” to Jack that she wanted to distance herself from him and he had done the same or so they thought that was happening. But this distance would be even more difficult with Hope & silent co-parenting with a newborn would be impossible.

“Alright, I'm gonna get dressed,” Sevyn said flashing a small smile at Jack while he just nodded, Sevyn walked out of the bathroom wearing a beige bodysuit that hugged every curve on her slim physique. Jack sat on the bed while Hope gripped his finger “Alright let’s go.” Sevyn smiled as Jack turned around scanning every piece of her muttering “Damn.” trying to look away but was captivated by the way she glowed & her skin shimmered in the light. “Boy close your mouth.” Sevyn sneered rolling her eyes “I’m not even looking at you.” Jack lied, “Oh ok so you're admiring the light fixture.” She added sarcastically.

After they'd checked out of the hospital Sevyn and Jack sat in the drive-thru waiting for their food. “Here you go, sir—” the woman's facial expression changed “Oh, MY GOD! It's Jack Harlow.” The cashier squealed as Jack flashed a nervous smile watching the employees crowd the window “Is that your daughter?” a woman asked “Yes ma’am we have to take her home I’m sorry.” People began pulling out their phones and snapping pictures of the sleeping child “No pictures, please.” Sevyn smiled “Girl we don't care about the baby just you & Jack.” Jack & Sevyn broke out into laughter “Alright girl we might as well pose.” Sevyn shrugged taking the food from the cashier, posing for a picture then blowing a kiss at the employees as Jack pulled out of the drive-thru “Your fans are nuts.” Sevyn said shaking her head.

Jack flung the door open holding the food & Hope who was knocked out, “Jack bring her to the nursery please.” Sevyn pleaded to take the food from his hands he nodded walking up the stairs. Sevyn plopped on the couch groaning taking the food out of the bag & turning on the tv. Waiting for Jack “Sevyn where's my food?” He asked walking down the stairs and looking at sleeping Sevyn he rolled his eyes then spotted his food & began eating. Jack heard a knock at the door so he answered “Madeline.”

“Jack. Where's my grandchild? I'm here to see her.” Madeline smiled as Jack shook his head “She’s asleep and Sevyn is sleeping too and plus you know you're not wanted here.” Jack said peering at her, Sevyn’s mother was one of those people who think everything is about them she manages to make a show at every event involving Sevyn. She’s malicious & childish that was clear, “Jack I don't know why you think you can constantly disrespect me.” Madeline sneered. “What respect do you deserve your not a respectable person & you're not even respectful Sevyn didn't even acknowledge you yesterday for a reason neither did I.” Madeline stood still as if she was going to have a heart attack “Your disgusting Jackman.” Madeline snorted walking back to her car “Come back when you're ready to apologize and act like a grown woman, you can leave Hope’s gifts though!” Jack turned around to see Sevyn who was smiling, she walked toward Jack & embraced him. “You're still my best friend Sev.” Jack smiled but the worst was that he was lying yes he was her best friend but strictly friends wasn't right.

🏷️ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ⁱ : @lexxlovesjack @iknowdatsrightbih @iheartharlow @livsters @honeyharlows @killatravtramp @jackmanduh @itsyagirljaz

#clay harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow smut #harlowcomehome #fanfic #jack harlow #urban wyatt

[kyopmi]

☆ — 𝒑𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒖 𝒑𝒆𝒏 ! [ ch05 : romantic like this ]

pairing — suna rintarou x gn!reader

notes — suna takes you on a “picnic”

words — 1,404

[ series masterlist ]

not even fifteen minutes have passed when you spot suna’s car pull up in front of the house. you can’t help the sigh of relief that escapes you as you fast-walked towards him after sending a text to your friend saying you’re leaving early.

“hey, thanks for coming, rin. don’t know what i would do without you. and i’m sorry to bother you this late,” you say, all in one breath as you open the passenger-side door and slip into the seat.

suna stares at you closely. there’s no hint of resentment or annoyance in his eyes, only a fondness he can’t quite place and some residual concern.

“it’s no problem,” he replies, hoping you know that he truly means it.

once he’s sure you’ve properly fastened your seatbelt, he starts driving again, the blaring music from the house fading away as you get further away and is replaced by the stereo playing suna’s lo-fi beats playlist. the car isn’t anything fancy or luxurious — it gets suna places comfortably and that’s all he needs. however, at this moment, you’re the most grateful you’ve ever been to be sitting on the familiar, plush seats with the silly little goose ornament swinging back and forth on the rearview mirror.

“so…”

“don’t say i told you so,” you groan, cutting him off.

suna snorts in amusement. “i was just gonna ask you if you’re hungry.”

“sure,” you reply dubiously, “but to answer your question — yeah, i could go for some food now.”

with your confirmation, suna navigates to the nearest 24-hour fast food chain, the car fills with your usual banter and conversation all throughout the way. chatting with suna — being with suna — easily picks up your mood once again, and you’re already forgetting your previous discomfort.

when the car pulls up the drive-thru window, the volleyball player doesn’t need to ask for your order as he places one for the both of you without missing a beat.

the parking lot is empty tonight. suna parks his car a little further away from the building and shuts off the ignition, beckoning you to follow as he opens the door on his side and walks toward the hood of the car with the paper bag of food in one hand.

“get up there,” he instructs casually, offering a hand to you.

you hesitate before taking his hand, suna’s fingers almost completely wrapping around your knuckles. you place your other hand on the car and push yourself on top of the hood, making yourself comfortable on the warm surface. he hands you the paper bag before following suit, hoisting himself up and making the car shudder under his weight.

“bet you never had a picnic like this, huh?” suna teases as the both of you unwrap your late-night snacks.

“this isn’t a picnic,” you disagree with a shake of your head.

it’s a quiet, peaceful night. the crescent moon seems to be shining brighter than usual in the night sky, with several faint stars scattered around. you’re too busy admiring the glowing fluorescent light from the neon restaurant sign to notice how suna keeps his eyes on you as he takes a bite from his burger.

“and why not?” he asks in between his munching.

“well, for one, we’re on a car instead of like, a pretty field or the beach—” (suna scoffs at that one) “—and our food is not coming from a basket, and we’re not sitting on a blanket.”

“you watch too many sappy movies,” he decides, dodging your hand when you try to lightly smack his arm and sticking out his tongue at you.

“besides,” suna continues to ramble, “i don’t see a problem with a 24-hour fast food restaurant parking lot at 1 in the morning or sitting on my car. i think it’s more romantic like this.”

right after he blurts out his last sentence, suna’s entire body feels like it’s frozen in place, though internally all his thoughts are running wild along with his hearbeat. why would i say that? are you going to be weirded out? should i just play it off as a joke? why aren’t you saying anything?

with a small inhale, he braves himself to let his eyes flicker over to you.

you don’t seem to be outwardly reacting to his sudden claim, your fingers toying with the straw of your drink, but suna can see the gears turning in your mind just from your eyes — from the widening of your eyes to the mousy blinking. it’s the same look he recognizes from when he first asked if the seat in the classroom is taken, to when he asked if you had a pen he could borrow, all the way to when he nonchalantly asked if you wanted to go out with him. (and, he could also add, every time he refers to you not by your name, but by a certain yellow pokemon.)

suna gulps down the last of his food and opens his mouth to quash the silence, but you manage to beat him to it.

“yeah? well, you should still take me on a proper picnic next time,” you say, voice slightly trailing off at your request.

there’s a sense of relief that flows through him when you don’t bring up his comment, though there’s also an itch of curiosity he can’t seem to scratch now. “okay, i’ll keep that in mind,” he hums in agreement.

time flies when you’re together. half an hour passes, then an hour, then another. it’s not long until the both of you finish your late-night supper, all the while discussing about your lessons, classmates, or the latest celebrity gossip that suna somehow always manages to keep up with. (he claims it’s not intentional, he just spends a lot of time curating his social media and it’s impossible to escape the odd entertainment news article or so.) eventually, you decide to at least try to make it back to the dorms before the sun rises, or before one of you passes out.

suna is first to slide off the hood of the car, promptly landing on his feet with a thump and stretching his arms out to relieve his muscles — an act you think is a little too similar to that of a cat and makes you hold back a giggle. he turns back to you and holds out a hand to you, just like he did earlier, and your fingers slip effortlessly into his once more.

it’s as if the universe is at a standstill when suna gives you a small tug to help you down, but instead of hopping off the car, you stop right at the edge, with your legs dangling and suna standing in between. neither of you dare to move as you catch each other’s eyes, fingers still connected and knees brushing together. in the midst of the dark, his eyes seem to shine brighter than usual and he notices a new kind of spark in your orbs.

and suna gives your hand another tug, with more resolve this time that pulls you closer to him, and for a fleeting moment your lips touch, barely grazing against one another. his lips are cold from the milkshake he drank, but it doesn’t quell the warmth that continues to draw you in. the butterflies in your stomach and the blood rushing through your veins make you feel like you’re tipsy, eyes half-lidded as your body leans into him on its own volition.

suna isn’t feeling much different from you. he doesn’t realize how cold his lips are until they meet yours, sending a fiery ball straight to his stomach. there’s a flurry of pure elation that makes the hair on the back of his neck raise and his heart flutter at your reciprocation, at the fact that yes, you want this, too, as much as he does.

hardly a second passes before he intertwines his fingers with your own, squeezing gently while his other hand situates itself on your waist, and finally, his lips fully captures yours in a kiss.

☆ tags — @maitaro @gyun-yuu @randomreader9797 @chloee0x0 @sapphosdilemma @onigirintarou @yaexure​ @alienbitch​ @icedhoneyy​ @jojowantstocry​ @rntrsuna @chims-kookies​ @kitsunekanojo​ @marinarihearts​ @lundabean​ @erenluvsrini​ 

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #suna rintarou #suna rintarou x reader #suna x reader #&works

[travelingtheusa]

CANADA - BRITISH COLUMBIA

2023 Jun 25 (Sun) – Today was a very looooong day.  We left Sikanni at 8:00 a.m.  The drive was 240 miles.  It took us and our 3 three rigs six hours to arrive at Toad River Lodge.  The scenery along the way was fantastic.  The group spotted 7 bears (we only saw 2) and 2 caribou.  Someone else reported seeing stone sheep and big horn sheep during their drive.

      After we inspected the campsites (I think there are 21 in the campground), we assigned spaces then greeted each group as they came in.  The fifth and last group arrived around 5 p.m.  During the drive, we stopped in Tetsa River to buy cinnamon buns.

      We went to dinner in the café with Johnny & Linda.  The food was OK but expensive.   Afterward, we held a travel meeting in a tent site area.  Everyone is very upbeat and excited about the trip.

2023 Jun 24 (Sat) – It was a decent drive today – about 150 miles.  We left Dawson Creek at 9 a.m. with 3 rigs and drove 3-1/2 hours to Sikanni River Campground.  Sikanni (pronounced SICK-A-NEE) is a small way station along the Alaska Highway.  The campground (if you could call it that) was a dirt field with back-ins along the tree line and some pull-thrus on the side.  Most folks had 30 amp electric.  Three of us had 15 amp service; just enough to power the refrigerator.

2023 Jun 23 (Fri) – Today was a free day.  Everyone was free to go off and do what they wanted.  Paul and I worked on the next few stops.  Beth pointed out a discrepancy in the itinerary. Apparently, we scheduled both the optional jeep tour of Denali National Park for the same day as the Husky Homestead Tour.  My heart was in my throat as I contacted the Husky Homestead folks and asked for a change.  Luckily, they were able to reschedule us for the next day and more luckily, we had nothing planned for that day.  Whew!

      At 6 p.m. we met back in Sudeten Hall for a travel meeting.  The group is coming together nicely.  There are good friendships being formed and the comradery is high. 

2023 Jun 22 (Thu) – At 9 a.m. we all met at the Walter Wright Pioneer Village for a self-guided tour of the village.  We broke everyone up into groups, the same arrangement as when they drove here.  Our five groups headed off in their different directions and seemed to enjoy the nostalgia.

       At 11:30 a.m. we gathered in Sudeten Hall for lunch catered by the Meat Doctor.  There was pulled pork, beef brisket, baked potato, cole slaw, strawberry cake, beverages and coffee.  Everything was delicious.

       A representative from the visitor center – Melissa – came in and gave a presentation to the group about the Alaska Highway and Dawson Creek.  After her hour-long slide show, she gave everyone a certificate attesting to the fact they were at Mile 0 of the Alaska Highway.

       We then all grabbed our jackets and sent to the Mile 0 Marker to take a group picture.  Paul took many individual shots as well.  Then Paul & I walked to the visitor center to pick up some post cards for the grandsons.  The docent told me where the post office was so we walked three block down main street to buy some stamps.  The post card stamps are the same as their first class stamps.  We walked back up main street, then returned to the campground.

     At 5 p.m., several people gathered for happy hour.  Joe brought out the dice to play a yard game.  It was fun.

2023 Jun 21 (Wed) - We left Whitecourt in Alberta at 8 a.m., leading 3 RVs.  The weather was clear (no rain, yay!) and the scenery was very nice.  The roads were long and straight with lots of trees.  The drive was over six hours.  We stopped in Beaver Lodge for lunch and took a picture with a giant beaver sculpture.

      Once we arrived, we figured out where everyone would go and set out the parking crew.  The last rig came in around 4 p.m.  It made for a very long day.  A small group gathered to socialize outside our rig around 6 p.m.  At 9, we came inside.  There was a one hour time change today which made for a longer day.  We are bushed!

[kaiwritesgood]

“Object” Assignment

               My parents met on the Washington D.C. Metro – the Orange Line train. Years later, my brother and I would become accustomed to spending 24 hours on an Amtrak train headed from D.C. to West Palm Beach, Florida. In my teens, I forced my friends to pick me up and drop me off at the appropriate Metro station. I had a dormant license as my dad provided me with an endless supply of SmartTrip cards.                I learned at a young age that cars were expensive, insurance was just as expensive, and teenagers could not be trusted behind the wheel. I would grow tired of arguing that, and I’d quickly run out of sources and statistics to support my point, which was that I could be trusted, and I was deserving. My friends were not good drivers. And my classmates frequently got into accidents, documented on the local news.                My 16-year-old-self had no idea I would not receive my first car until age 23, nine months into the first year of the pandemic.                By 2020, I had been living in Pittsburgh for six years, and I relied on the Port Authority (now Pittsburgh Regional Transit) to get me anywhere and everywhere. I had enough practice. And the system was smaller than the one I was used to. But I would soon find that this bus system was riddled with problems.                The bus was frequently late and often a no-show. Sometimes, and infuriatingly, it would come too early. There was only one downtown location for obtaining and refilling a bus pass.                When the pandemic came, I feared these buses more than usual. I refused to use them unless necessary and relied on my boyfriend and his Kia Forte to get me around.                Then my mom called one afternoon.                “Ron’s upgrading his car,” she said. I felt my face light up.

               Wait, I thought. I don’t know shit about cars.                Two weeks, and $5,000 later, I had a black, 2016 Honda HR-V parallel parked in front of my apartment. My first few trips were to the craft store. After that, the grocery store, then my friend’s places, then to the mall, then to restaurants, and even across the state and back. I started to enjoy traveling on my own schedule, picking up my friends, shopping at odd times, even sitting in drive-thru’s became almost “fun”.                But when school and work resumed, I’d soon realize that I really don’t like to drive.                By the end of the first year of ownership, I had been in two accidents, collected a wide range of parking tickets, fell behind on insurance payments, spent a fortune on gas, locked my keys in the trunk, then lost the set of backup keys. Having a car was starting to feel like having a child.                The car provided me with only a level of privacy money could buy and at the same time, it exposed me to a world of new dangers. Being behind the wheel makes me think of all the many auto-related ways people die that I had never thought of before. A moment never went by where I didn’t miss and long for the train.                The car operated on so many extremes; it expanded and limited the places I could go, it was safe and dangerous at the same time, and it felt like it either went very fast or very slow. I felt conflicted about this realization though because I had been asking for a car since I got my license at 17. I almost felt like my complaints had a tinge of privilege in them. I owned one car that was completely paid off, it was even black inside and out like I preferred. I had access to two cars, if you included my boyfriend’s. And in today’s economy, I knew a two-car household was considered a luxury to many people. Here I was, complaining, about having too much.                Even though the act of driving irritated me, I recognized the importance of the car. And after owning it for only two years, I can’t imagine not having it. And maybe the reliance on it is what I resent – the conditions that forced me into driving. America was built for cars and planes, not trains. To an adult who grew up on trains, and religiously watched Thomas the Train, this was heartbreaking.                But I love my car. It’s my first car. And I’ll never have another first car. I’ve customized it. I’ve stuck pins in the upholstery, stickers on the sun visor, and hung keychains from the rearview mirror. I slapped a Maryland crab magnet on the back next to the holographic license plate frame I bought for it from Walmart. There’s French Toast Crunch pieces lodged under the backseat, and a dent in the driver’s side I got when a lady hit me on a side street in Rosslyn, Virginia. My prized collection of fast-food napkins and masks stuffed in the glove compartment, expired library books in the passenger storage pocket, and my Animal Crossing keychain dangling from the rearview (it’s Blathers). It’s one-of-a-kind, an extension of myself.                I can’t tell you how fast it goes, or how many miles are on it without starting it first. I’m not sure what kind of gas it takes, I just know it’s not diesel. It’s taught me a lot about the sanctity of life, and how important it is to be patient, and what people truly mean when they say, “DRIVE SAFE.”                Every day, I remind myself it is a privilege to drive, although it’s treated as a right. There are (not enough) consequences to unsafe driving and the road is a communal space. It is to be shared, not ruled.                Every day, I miss the freedom of the train and not having to worry about parking. Nowadays, I only drive three days a week. And that is more than enough for me.

#non-fiction writing #non-fiction piece #journalism #journalist #independent writer #independent journalism #freelance writing #freelancer #pittsburgh #pgh

[ecodweeb]

Another Saturday, another cat transport...

If you’ve followed me for more than a year, you know that I tend to do a lot of animal transports for rescue groups. This weekend’s is for the Siamese Cat Rescue Center, taking an adopted cat from the foster home in Cary to the adopter who is rendezvousing with us in Roanoke. Coincidentally, I have family in nearby Salem. This trip was the perfect opportunity to test out some route theories since there aren’t any DC Fast chargers along the usual route.

The route looks like this: Leave home in Raleigh, drive 17 miles to pick up the kitten in Cary, then 76 miles to VIRginia International Raceway (VIR) to charge for a half hour, then it’s 99 miles to the handoff point (a Mexican restaurant with a charger) in Roanoke.  From here we will eat lunch while the car charges (1hr) and then drive over to Blacksburg to DC fast for at least a half hour (may take 45 minutes given the Signet charger). From here, we had to tell Plugshare we wanted to go to the Hotel Floyd to get it to keep us on Route 8 all the way down to our trusty Greenlots in Greensboro. Route 8 is largely downhill once you get to Floyd…

How did the Ioniq do?

We started the day off in Raleigh with 100% charge and drove over to Cary using highways (important to note that the above map slows the route entirely as no-highway). We picked up our very vocal little passenger and proceeded to head up to VIR. We arrived at VIR with 36% power and 91.2 miles on the trip odometer. The car said it would take 46 minutes to fully charge, and I was only anticipating to charge for 30 minutes. We turned the AC on for the kitty and walked over to the guard shack to sign in and head over to the Pro Shop.

VIR has good signage to reflect that there is (free, thanks Nissan!) EV charging on site. You do not need to enter the race grounds to access the station. The lady at the guard shack arranged a ride down to the pro shop for us, which was mighty kind of her. We got to the Pro Shop and saw Don, who runs the shop. He and my husband are old friends, so they set into catching up while I woofed down a chicken-egg-n-cheese Bojangles biscuit (that I’d been hanging on to since we pass thru Durham), and looked at the gear for sale. Don asked bout John’s motorcycle, which led to a conversation about my Energica. After a solid half hour, I said we need to get back to the car. Unfortunately, we had no ride back… so we had to walk. Over a mile. In 95F heat with no shade. I was not a happy camper.

Back at the car, we walked up right as it finished charging. I toweled off, hopped into the very cold cabin, and we headed north on back roads to Roanoke. The drive was absolutely lovely, and we arrived with 25% battery left - more than enough to make it to the DC Fast charger in Blacksburg. But I picked the restaurant I did because they have free Level 2 charging, and I knew my in-laws were coming to meet us for lunch.

We plugged in when we got there, about 10 minutes later my in-laws arrived and got us a table. I sent my husband in with them while I waited for the adopter. I felt for this lady, she’d totaled her car the night before when she hit a deer. She was in a rental car, and I could tell she was stressed with the mess. Kitties are good for stress. She lit up when she saw her new baby, and my heart melted a little. I locked the car and headed inside to join my family and enjoy a wonderful meal together. I don’t know how long we stayed, at least an hour, but the car crept up to around 53% state of charge while we enjoyed our fellowship. I triggered the AC on the car as we were walking outside, because we are southern and it takes 15 minutes of goodbyes before we actually get in the car to go. After the goodbye routine completed, I unplugged the car and we set off to Blacksburg - a mere 24 miles away.

On the way to Roanoke, my husband asked me if I verified that the charger in Blacksburg was working. I said someone used it on the 5th and that it reports online in the Greenlots app. He says that a friend of his who lives up that way said he thought it was out of order, and I said we will figure it out. They have ample Level 2 as a backup, but we didn’t need them. When we rolled up, the fans on the unit were running - someone had just used it. I checked Plugshare and sure enough, someone with a Leaf had used it (and was still checked in - it said they’d check out in 42 minutes). I checked in, and the car said 29 minutes to full. Oh, this station was also free. We have traveled over 200 miles and paid $0 so far. We walked across the street to the Mellow Mushroom for water and beer, to which my husband was only able to drink 2 before the car was done charging. We settled the tab, and loaded up for the longest leg yet - 2 hours and 45 minutes all downhill for 116mi to Greensboro.

I don’t have any photos to show, but Route 8 is like the Tail of the Dragon with guard rails and a 55mph speed limit. It was insane. The Hyundai handled it well, better than I did honestly… and I was driving! I was nervous at first. We had 11 miles of buffer in the reported range to the distance I knew we had to travel. By the time we got to Greensboro, that buffer had swelled to 25 miles. Downhill rocks!

We arrived in Greensboro and plugged into the DC fast charger in the downtown. Our first pay charge, $12/hr. We were going to be there at least 30 minutes, so we popped over to Scuppernong Books for a beverage and some light reading. I love this bookstore, not only for its decent wine/beer/coffee/fizzy water selection, but also their selection of books and comfortable seating. John got lost in the stacks, and I drank some chocolate milk to power me for the drive home. We only had 81 miles to go… After charging for 40 minutes we paid $8.05 for 22.21kWh of power and headed home. We hit I-40 and set the cruise to 70mph. It was smooth sailing all the way to our driveway.

All said and done, 400 miles in 8 hours and 44 minutes, averaging 5.0 miles per kWh of power.

Well done, Hyundai. This car continues to impress me with its efficiency and reliability.

#blog #evadventures #animaltransport #animalrescue #hyundai #ioniq #2019

[cevansbrat0007]

The Curious Case of the Chicken McNuggets

Summary: You sneak out one night to satisfy a late night craving, with every intent to make it back before your overly tired husband wakes up. Also, check out Andy’s P.O.V. 

*Warnings: Implied Smut, Manhandling, Pregnant!Reader, Brat!Reader, Angry Andy, Light Spanking, Overstimulation (mentioned), Chicken Nuggets, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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You stare at the ceiling trying to talk yourself out of what you knew was pretty much inevitable. For a moment, you thought about waking your sleeping husband and asking him to go for you, but it was late. Just after midnight. And he’d been working such long hours lately that, truthfully, you just didn’t have the heart. 

But you desperately wanted chicken nuggets. Specifically a twenty-piece McNugget from McDonald’s. With honey mustard. All of the honey mustard. And some fries. 

You look over at Andy as your mental debate wages on. There was a 24-hour McDonald’s just down the street. And you were pretty sure that you could make it there and back without your husband ever noticing. That way he could sleep and you could eat. 

Decision made, you slip out of bed. Out of habit, your hand goes to rub your baby bump. At six months along, your belly was pretty darn big. But you loved it. You weren’t waddling or anything like that yet, but you knew those days were coming sooner rather than later. 

“Mmm.” You hear Andy stir. “Where you going, baby?” The sound of his raspy voice makes you smile.

“Bathroom, honey. And then to get some water. I’ll be right back. Go on back to sleep.” The first part isn’t a lie. You were going to the bathroom. Mostly because your baby girl loved sitting on your bladder like it was her own personal lawn chair. 

“Okay, see you in a min…” His deep voice trails off as he dozes off again. Good.

You take your time going to the bathroom, not that you were super fast these days anyway. By the time you’re done, your Andy Bear is totally fast asleep again. Time for some McNuggets.

Snagging your phone from the nightstand, you sneak downstairs to grab your keys and purse. And then you’re out the door. Those crispy, golden chicken chunks were almost within reach. Jumping in the car, you raise the garage door, put it in drive, and set out on your journey. There was no time to waste, damn it!

Ten minutes later, you make it your destination. You do a little dance in your car as you pull up to the drive-thru speaker. “Welcome to McDonald’s. Can I take your order?”

“Hi, yes! Can I please get a twenty piece Chicken McNugget? And can you be sure they’re fresh? Sorry to be a pain, but I’m kinda super pregnant….and I need this.” You wince a little, knowing you sounded needy. But your meal needed to be fresh for maximum enjoyment.

“Sure thing, ma’am. No problem. We’ll drop them fresh for you. Would you like to make it a meal?”

Ah, thank the Lord on high.

“Yes, please. With a Sprite. Thank you so much!” 

“And your sauce?”

“Honey mustard. I’m going to need at least four, please. It’s a thing.”

She gives you your total and then you pay. And then they have you park in a loading zone or something to wait while they cook your food. Fuck, you were so damned happy!

While it takes a little longer than you would have liked, eventually you have your food. You delicately place it in your passenger seat. You even briefly debate draping the seatbelt over it. No. That would be too much.

You race home. Becoming super excited the moment you pull back into the garage and kill the engine. Grabbing your bag of goodies and your drink, you exit your vehicle as fast as you can and head into the house. Jiminy Crickets, this had been a fantastic decision!

Food in hand, you head towards the kitchen, only to see that all of the lights are on. Wait. You hadn’t done that. You set your bag on the kitchen table as you try to muddle your way through your confusion. 

And then in strolls a shirtless, very pissed off Andy. 

“Um, hi honey!” You squeak. Just that fast you regret not getting him anything. “What are you doing up?”

“I don’t know.” He growls, his muscles flexing. “What were you doing out?”

Feeling mildly brave, mostly because your pregnancy cravings didn’t understand the concept of fear, you fish out your box of nuggets and pop one in your mouth. “I…I got hungry.”

Andy leans his big body against the counter, his hands going into his pockets of his maroon sleep pants. “See, I know I was half asleep at the time, but my hearing is pretty damn excellent. Did you or did you not tell me that you were going to the bathroom and then to grab a glass of water? Isn’t that what you said?”

Ahh crap. Your husband was going into attorney mode. 

“Would you like a nugget? I’ll share. Oh, and they’re fresh! Plus, I have honey mustard.” You try.

No dice. 

His nostrils flare as he glares at you. “Answer my goddamned question, baby.” Clearly he would not be swayed. Which sucked, because all you really wanted to do was eat your food and go back to bed.

 “Yes, that may have been what I said. And, in my defense, I did go to the bathroom. But see, I had been up for a good hour or so craving some McDonald’s and I didn’t want to wake you -”

“So you lie to me and sneak out of the house.” He interrupts. It seems like your man’s Boston accent gets thicker with every word. 

“I wanted to let you sleep.” You mumble as you gaze longingly at a packet of honey mustard. Throwing caution to the wind, you grab it and rip the foil so you can dunk another delicious nugget. “Are you sure you don’t want one, baby? Or some fries, maybe?” 

“Do you realize that I had no idea where you were, Y/N? I searched this whole house for you. And then I saw that your keys and purse were gone. And the whole time, I’m thinking to myself, where the fuck could my wife have gone at this hour?”

“Andy, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I really just wanted you to rest. And I was really hungry. Please don’t be mad.”

“Too goddamned late.” He hisses. When he starts to approach you, you pick up your food and begin to maneuver around the table. Why couldn’t your big man just let you eat in peace?   

“You get hungry at night? Then you wake me up and have me go get it, you stubborn little brat.” He snarls. 

“Hey! I wasn’t being a brat. I was trying to take care of you and myself and -”

“You know how I feel about your safety!” He yells. His booming voice echoes throughout the room. “You want something to eat this late, then you wake me the fuck up, little girl. What you do not do is sneak out of our house after midnight without letting me know where you’re going!”

Andy continues to circle around the table like a panther stalking his prey in his attempt to get to you. You felt like you were being fucking hunted, but it still didn’t stop you from popping another bite of chicken into your mouth. 

“Baby, if you weren’t six months pregnant, I would have you bent over my knee right now.” His voice is rough with emotion. “And I would blister your ass. Swear to God, you would not be able to sit. For a long fucking time.” 

You feel yourself pale at his words. 

“Andy, I said I was sorry. And I am. Next time, I’ll wake you and we’ll ride together. I promise. Please just let this pregnant woman enjoy her chicken nuggets before they get cold.”

You decide to take a risk and let him get close enough to grab you, which he does. And then you shove a nugget into his mouth. He gives you an evil look, but he proceeds to chew and swallow. You repeat the action, this time with fries. And then you hold out your Sprite to him.

“Wash it down?” You whisper. Which he does, his eyes never leaving yours. When he’s finished, you sit your drink onto the table. Your teeth go to nibble your lower lip. 

“I really am sorry, Andy. I won’t do it again.” 

“No, you won’t.” He takes you into his arms. And then he proceeds to deliver a series of very hard swats to your ass. “Ow! Ow! Ow!” You screech with each smack. It’s not like one of your usual spankings. You’re standing, your pants and underwear stay up, and he’s holding you…almost tenderly. 

Cupping your chin with his hand, Andy forces you to meet his eyes. His thumb brushes away a stray tear. “Do not do this again, young lady. Do you hear me?”

You whimper softly.

“I made a promise to you the night you told me you were pregnant, did I not?”

You nod.

“Whatever you want, you get. But what you do not do, not ever, is sneak out of this house in the middle of the night and leave me to wonder about where you are. I’m too young yet to be having heart palpitations. Are we clear?”

You nod again. His grip tightens on your jaw. “I need the words. More specifically, I need to hear a yes, Daddy.”

“Ye-yes, Daddy.” 

Andy smiles then, his hands going to caress your slightly bruised backside. Your husband had given you way worse spankings in the past, so you knew that you had truly gotten off light this time. And only because you were pregnant.

“Finish your food, Y/N, so I can take you back upstairs. And then you’re going to lay back and offer your sweet little body to me by way of apology. You owe me at least four orgasms for your misbehavior, and that is non negotiable. And let me be clear, I don’t care how long it takes, because apparently I need to teach you that no matter how tired I am, you always come first.”

His eyes glaze over as he continues. “You’re going to cum on my mouth, on my fingers, on my cock...baby I’m going to wreck you.”

You clear your throat, unsure of what to say.

“Now eat. You’re going to need your strength, honey.” He leans forward to kiss your nose. “Also, I’m taking the day off tomorrow. So if you don’t give me what I want tonight, I’ll make sure you give it to me tomorrow. And trust me when I say…” 

He grabs your ass again and squeezes.

“If that happens, I plan to add to the tally.”

END

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[allthingsfangirl101]

Soulmate Tattoos–Zac Efron

Your Soulmate Tattoo is your soulmate's first words to you. For girls, their tattoo is on the underside of their left wrist. For boys, their tattoo is on the underside of their right wrist. The year before you meet your soulmate, your tattoo begins to appear. There is no ink, no colors, and no words. Instead, there is a red splotch where the tattoo will appear on the exact day the following year.

The month that you are going to meet your soulmate, your red splotch becomes more defined. It begins to softly outline the edges. Seven days before you meet them, the words slowly start to form. The day before you meet your soulmate, the words finally appear in brown. That brown doesn't change to black until you're standing right in front of your soulmate and they have spoken the words to you.

My tattoo didn't start to appear until the summer after my third year of teaching. The minute the red splotch appeared, I couldn't stop glancing at it. That next year was horrible. I made note of the day, hoping it would help with the nerves, but it only made them worse.

When it got to the week I would meet him, I constantly rubbed the outline of my tattoo. And the second the words appeared on my arm the day before, I memorized them.

I'm so sorry, beautiful. I hope I didn't spill my coffee on you and ruin your nice dress.

I bit my lip when I first read his words. I couldn't help but start to imagine what he might be like. I spent the entire day thinking about him and our first interaction.

He's going to call me beautiful. He's going to spill or almost spill his coffee on me at a coffee shop. And I'm wearing a dress.

I woke up that morning, fighting the urge to go to the coffee shop right away. They don't tell us what time we meet our soulmate. I didn't want to sit in a coffee shop all day, waiting for him to show up. But I didn't want to miss him either.

Instead of overthinking this, I got ready at my normal pace. I took my shower, got dressed (making sure to wear my favorite sundress), curled my hair, and did a little more makeup than I normally wear.

There were positives and negatives to knowing the day you meet your soulmate. You can make sure you look nice, but it also leads to a lot of overthinking and anxiety.

I headed to the coffee shop, my hands shaking as I walked in. I got in line, nervously playing with my dress as I waited.

I gasped when I felt the burning. I looked down to see my tattoo changing color. My heart started beating really fast when I noticed the color was turning darker. Which means. . .

I was brought away from my tattoo when the guy who was in front of me turned around and bumped into me.

"I'm so sorry, beautiful," the guy said, his voice light and soft. "I hope I didn't spill my coffee on you and ruin your nice dress."

I could hear my blood pumping when I noticed the words this man just said were the words I'd spent the last 24 hours staring at. I looked up, my eyes widening when I saw who said the words on my arm.

This can't be right. There is no way this is my soulmate. I'm a high school history teacher. And he's. . .

My soulmate cannot be Zac Efron.

"It's alright," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "No harm, no foul."

Suddenly, he sucked in a breath. He slowly looked down at his wrist and let out a small chuckle. He looked up at me, his eyes filling with tears.

When his eyes drifted down to my left wrist, I rolled it so he could see it. He laughed and reached over, grabbing my left hand in his as he read the words on my wrist. I bit my lip when he intertwined our fingers, slowly looking up at me. I glanced down at our hands, our tattoos almost touching.

"Can I buy you some coffee?" He asked, his voice low. I hesitated, a small part of me thinking this was a weird twisted joke.

"I guess we should," I whispered.

Without letting go of my hand, Zac led me to the counter. I ordered my usual latte, my whole arm burning from his touch. I went to pay for my drink, but Zac paid for it before I could even get my wallet out of my bag.

Zac led me over to a booth in the corner, our hands never disconnecting. He politely waited for me to sit down first before taking a seat across from me, finally letting go of my hand.

All I could think was; no way. There is no way that Zac Efron is my soulmate. And how is he so relaxed about meeting his soulmate who is a complete stranger?

"So, we're soulmates," he said, laughing awkwardly.

"We are," I nodded. I cleared my throat as I wrapped my hands around my latte.

"This is kinda awkward," he chuckled. I looked up at him to see him smiling at me.

"I don't understand how people expect us to be so relaxed right now," I sighed. "You and I are complete strangers and because of a tattoo, we're soulmates."

"Well," he said, reaching over and grabbed my hands. "It's not like we're expected to run to the nearest church and get married."

I laughed, finally starting to relax. "I mean, we could always go to Vegas. I hear their drive-thru weddings can be quite beautiful."

Zac laughed, both of us relaxing. He let go of my hands and leaned back. When we stopped laughing, he was still smiling at me.

"I'm Zac," he introduced himself.

"I know," I awkwardly giggled. I felt my cheeks burning as I cleared my throat.

"Right," he smirked. "Do I get to know your name, Soulmate?"

"I don't know," I teased. "I kinda like being called, Soulmate."

He sent me a playful pout before breaking. I bit my bottom lip, my nerves resurfacing.

"Y/N," I finally told him.

"Y/N," he repeated. "Not as pretty as Soulmate, but I'll take it."

We both laughed as I playfully pulled my hands out of his. My breath got caught in my throat when the look on his face changed.

"My beautiful Y/N," he said, his voice so low it gave me chills. "Tell me about yourself."

I let out an embarrassed giggle as he leaned his elbows on the table, physically making himself look interested.

"Well," I said, nervously tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "I was born and raised in Burbank. I moved to LA to go to UCLA and I ended up getting a job at my old high school."

"You're a teacher?" He asked, perking up. I giggled at his excitement.

"Yeah," I said, tucking that same piece of hair behind my ear again. "I teach AP U.S. History."

"AP? Damn!" He laughed. "That's like the top class!"

"Kinda," I giggled.

He cleared his throat, slightly shaking his head. "So, what grades do you teach?"

"Mostly seniors," I smiled. "But I also teach a few freshman classes."

"You get them as they come in and come out."

I tilted my head, biting back a laugh when his eyes widened like he just realized what he said.

"That came out. . . So wrong," he said slowly.

"It's okay," I chuckled.

                                * * * * *

We spent the next fifteen minutes, talking about ourselves. The more of his life I heard, the more I realized we had nothing in common.

"You alright?" Zac asked after I suddenly went quiet.

"This can't be right," I said under my breath.

"Why not?" He asked, laughing slightly.

"It's just. . . You're the famous Zac Efron. I'm just a high school teacher."

I held my breath when he reached over and gently grabbed my hand, lifting my arm and turning it over to show my left wrist. He smirked as he slowly ran his thumb over my tattoo.

"See?" He said, dropping his voice. "Soulmate tattoos don't lie."

"Your soulmate should be another famous actress or a model," I stuttered. "Not a high school teacher who's been mistaken as one of her students. I mean, what are your fans going to say? Honestly, my students would lose it if they find out my soulmate is Zac Efron, but your fans might not be as excited."

Zac chuckled as he stood up and walked over to my side of the booth, sitting next to me. I sucked in a breath as he reached up and cupped my cheek. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I held in a moan as I kissed him back. Zac slowly pulled away and leaned his forehead against mine.

"As far as I'm concerned," he whispered, "you're just the girl for me, Soulmate."

#zac efron #zac efron imagines #zac efron x reader #soulmates

[theringers]

V-card anon: hi sorry about that first ask i kinda went into a fugue state (spelling?) altered state of reality maybe when i wrote that and damn near outlined a fic in your inbox

The way we played hot seat was either part of a larger drinking game when a certain card was pulled from a deck, or just on it's own. You sit in a circle, everyone has a drink, usually a beer or cider. In the card pull version, the one who pulls the card gets asked a question by every person playing and if they refuse to answer they drink from their drink. In the standalone, you do that but everyone gets a turn being asked until people get bored and leave. Fun way to find out shit about people. Usually the unwritten rule is that you can't lie. I imagine everyone sitting on shitty chouches and chairs in a semi circle around a table full of cups and bottles playing it

Questions i have been asked: are you a top or bottom? Do you like anal? Wheres the weirdest place you've fucked? Body count? Favorite position (sexual)? Fuck marry kill/ignore people in this room (EVERY TIME I PLAYED I GOT THIS QUESTION)? Tits or ass or other? Favorite non sexual body part ex. Thigh? Ideal fuck buddy? Sex regrets? Etc

Also more weird details i have head cannoned out for some drivers and most likely does not fit with irl personalities, do with this what you will, use it or don't i just have feelings. Also everyone is like compressed in age to like 20-27ish except for some of the grid who i will just think of as younger alumns who come back:

Danny R: social chair, owns a jeep he takes the doors off of in the summer, walks girls home at night to make sure they're ok, tries to DJ house events and is rebuffed by literally everyone, has like 30 pairs of vans you trip over in his room, stolen roadsigns everywhere, masters in something arigcultural or physiological, cutoff frat shirts for days, fuckboy but nice, a bit cringe, will drive around with you at night so you can scream, met reader bc she had a band tee on and wanted to talk to her about it (no gatekeeping)

Charles: some kind of engineering or math degree but no one has any idea how the fuck he's gotten so far, 4.0 never studies, games with other house members, will show up at events randomly you will have no idea how he gets on your couch but he is there, the best and worst taste in clothes, is the only one allowed to play the piano in the house, sweet, cannot help you with studies but is always down for helping you out after, has to be reminded to clean stuff, disaster bi, reader met his gf first and they probably met through that

Pierre: good fashion and music taste, shirt is gone halfway through the night, also fuckboy but wholesome, actually studies, plays a sport for sure probably soccer in some way either club or Division he's too good for rec, will hold your hair back so you can throw up, will tell you your outfit sucks, good at math, also part of the squad that games, econ major, workout buddies with reader anday have taken a math class together

Max: is part of the hockey team he will go pro, also actually studies, got into gaming because of Charles, has the nicest car, is serious until he gets a couple drinks in him, he and Daniel are close and roomed together at some point, owns like 30 sets of the same outfit a white tee and jeans, knows reader through Dan and they get dragged by him to some of the same stuff

Lando: is a pledge or new member his big is Carlos, undeclared major, just happy to be here, gaming squad, used to play lacrosse or something equally obscure, king of knowing where the good snacks are, weirdly good at beer pong, growing into a fuckboy wholesomeness level tbd, probably sweet with reader as she helped him through a blackout or something, met her because she's basically house mom for some of the new boys (the kind of mom who will teach you to do laundry or iron ONCE)

Carlos: hockey flow but does not play hockey, actually studies and is smarter than what people give him credit for, came from a private high school and uni really opened his horizons, also good study buddy, gets along with most people, goes to office hours the most out of the actually studies gang, fun at parties, owns the frat dogs, he and reader met at Office hours (they were the only students) and found they had mutual friends too

Lewis: is/was president of frat, great grades greater bod, did full evolution from fuckboy to good man, has the back tests and the moral support, up for late noght talks about life, definitely was a D1 athlete, best fashion game, implemented no hazing policy, fits into notable alum or PhD category

Mick: undergrad like Lando, also plays soccer or something, too sweet, also walks girls home/holds your hair back etc, cleans parts of the house that aren't his responsibility, higher alcohol tolerance than you expect, everyone is bizarrely protective of him, legacy member (his dad was a legend), drives a motorbike around campus and can't decide between law and psychology, actually studies, met reader through the frat and she would die for him, brings her to class on the bike sometimes because the bike is faster

George: business major, frat treasurer, three ring binder business casual in class kind of guy, nice enough, shirt comes off when drunk, runs marathons and a podcast about investments, best notes in the game and great study partner, actually studies, is drinking monster at 6AM but not because he stayed up late, he and reader met through the frat and sometimes drink wine and bitch together

Lance: hockey player, legacy member, studies sometimes, sarcasm on point, great at stack cup, very chill, knows every good nap spot on campus, also has high alcohol tolerance, is the kind of person who does well in the cold but does not like it, wears headphones so people don't talk to him, great one on one but not in crowds, business major and minor in computer science, probably also met thru Lance's gf but vibe as more introverted people and will cover for each other if one does not want to go out

Nicky: a good boy, part of the walks people home squad, sets up designated drivers for parties, good snack game, future in medical field, good listener, pretty good study buddy, midnight snack enabler, met reader through frat and his gf he and reader are on babysitting duty together sometimes when others get too drunk/high

Yuki: also a pledge or new, majoring in games or computer science as they gave me the same energy as him, games squad, bit of a mad lad, has several stolen street signs, good, met reader through frat and Yuki is the only one patient enough to explain some games to reader, they cuss people out on mic

Esteban: good man, has a full ride scholarship, actually studies, also good study buddy, Dan's little, plays soccer but maybe on a rec team because he prioritizes school, very sweet guy as well, probably chose a really practical major/dual major, met reader through Dan and are also dragged similar places by him

Antonio: manbun, philosophy or classics major possibly business dual, generally good natured but can be seen supplying his own wine at parties, used to be really into metal but kept the hair, does not know that people find him attractive, soccer boi, met reader through frat and she's the only one who will (pretend) to listen to him rant about philosophy

Alex Albon: another full scholarship guy, somehow gets along with everyone, switched majors due to an asshole professor, electrical engineering or computer engineering, actually studies, helps with frat pets,will show you pictures of his cats at home, sweetie, another contender for will hold your hair or walk you home, probably met reader through a class or club and found they had mutual friends and that reader is friends with his gf

Notable alums:

Checo - dad, successful in finance somehow (he looks like an really successful accountant of CFO to me idk why)

Kimi - dad but people forget he is, holds the record for most drinks in 24 hours that will never be come close to by anyone else, shows up on random alum weekends with 2 kegs, legally cannot tell you what he does or he would actually have to murder you

Valterri - was good at a sport when he was there, now a very effective lead engineer at an architectural firm

Seb - environmental or mechanical engineering, all around good guy with someone the best grades in frat history

Alonso - legendary for sexual exploits (consensual)

Anyone I put as actually studies is probably the type reader would hang around for more serious stuff/schoolwork and would probably be closer to, with the exception of Dan bc I feel like he'd be like we're friends now :)) we shall hang or Charles bc he will just show up. I also imagine she has a pretty good friendship with any existing gf, however if a driver does have a gf and he is the love interest sorry bb girl u gotta go for the purposes of this fic

Sorry this is so long hahaaaaaaa glad you liked my Charles thoughts ilu

i honestly wasn’t going to share this like the rest of the anon asks i’ve gotten that i keep close to my heart but this was just too good to keep to myself.

LOOK! AT! THIS!

f1 drivers as frat bros/college students headcannon

i’m writing a series - each “chapter” will be a smut with a different frat bro and i’m hoping to post a sneak peek this week some time but here’s something to hold you over and give you some ideas

to my vcard anon - i appreciate this so much. my inbox is always open for ur thoughts bc they are SO GOOD !! can’t wait for you to read the first part of the series bby

PS if some of this doesn’t make sense to u feel free to send in asks (i know a lot of this is focused on american college culture so if u don’t get it i’m happy to explain)

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[deepdarkdelights]

Context: this is my younger sister's wedding (I'm the eldest). I am married and another of my sisters is as well, so this is the 3rd wedding in my family. My husband and I live out of state.

First: I don't even like the guy she's marrying, but I also seem to be the only one with that opinion. He's nice but a bit hot-headed and my sister is stubborn as fuck so their arguments are ridiculous and are almost always started by him.

Second: I also seem to be the only one who thinks this is going too fast. My sister got played a lot in high school by top tier douchebags so she swore off dating for a number of years, including just casual dating (completely understandable too) and was at college for like, 2 years before she met him. HOWEVER he's the first guy she's dated since high school- story goes they had three dates in the span of a week, kissed on the second, were exclusive by the third, and were engaged maybe a month or two later. And a very large part of me is very worried that she's latching onto him because he was the first guy to treat her right (or at least better than she had previously experienced) and she thinks she won't find anyone else.

Third: my husband and I live out of state so we had to fly in yesterday, and that came with all its own problems. Our flight was at 6am and the airport is about a 2 hour drive away so we left late at about 3am (staying up until then due to just not being ready to leave in general) and therefore nearly missed boarding our flight and not getting a chance to rest or eat at the airport.

So we land a couple hours later, flight isn't too bad, and make plans to get breakfast before driving to my family's so we have a last few moments together before jumping into wedding madness. We take the shuttle to the car rental place we had paid for and reserved specifically because their website said we didn't need a credit card in order to rent a car. We wait in line for 15 minutes, then get to the counter and the lady working asks for ID and the card we used to pay online. Pull out my ID and the card and she looks at it and goes "this is debit, do you have a credit card?" And we're like, "well, no, your website said we didn't need credit." And she's just "Yeah our policy changed about a year and a half ago and we haven't updated our website, you need credit"

🤬🤬🤬🤬

So we take the shuttle back to the airport where we take the cable car to the train station and then we'll ride up and have someone come pick us up. No problem really, just that we'll be without a car all weekend, but at this point we are so done. We've been up for 24+ hours and hadn't eaten in 12+. We just wanted to get to my family's and eat some food and take a nap.

But while my husband was dealing with the rental place, a friend I had been hanging out earlier in the week messages me and says "hey I got tested positive for covid"

😫😫😫😫

So we're on the train trying to figure out what we're gonna do, obviously we're gonna get tested but if our tests come back positive we're gonna be holed up in a hotel bc we can't get on the flight home and we can't stay with any of our family members- and we won't be able to attended this godforsaken wedding that we've already been thru so much shit to get thru

My dad picks us up at the train station and takes us straight to the store to pick up some rapid tests we can take- I have a mental breakdown bc i am so so fucking tired and hungry and cold (it was raining on and off). My dad takes us back to the house and we take the tests in the garage. While we're waiting my husband gets a call from his mother, who tells us (I can't make this shit up if I tried):

Overnight, an arsonist burned down five houses, and bc they were older the smoke that came from them was super toxic, so the entire town woke up coughing with sore throats (the guy was caught but the police haven't released any other info yet). So we didn't have covid (the tests came back negative too) we had just inhaled toxic smoky air for a solid hour or so while we were driving to the airport

🙃🙃🙃🙃

Fourth: when me and my other sister got married, it was our mom who was kinda the crazy mother-in-law, but for this wedding it's my sister's fiance's mother who's crazy, and after everything I have gone thru in the past pfffft 36ish hours I will not hesitate to slap a bitch. My siblings and i all have this very strong sense of passive aggressive loyalty to each other, where we can be super mean to each other but if you're outside our circle you don't get to be mean to any of us (and since I'm the oldest I have a bit more of that "dont you dare touch my siblings I Will Fuck You Up" mentality).

So to recap: I'm running on a collective 10 hours of sleep and very very little food for my younger sister's wedding to a guy I don't necessarily approve of and who's mother is crazier than mine and might end up in a fight with me if she starts pushing my already tense buttons the wrong way

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The drama and tea have been spilled. I hope this mildly entertained you during your quarantine~~ 😘😘

UPDATE: ITS RAINING

I kinda hope this wedding kills me

Oh wow you have certainly gone through it, haven't you! This was more than entertaining trust me 😂

It raining really was the cherry on top of this whole ordeal. I'm sorry it took me so long to respond to you, my professors have not been very kind when it comes to coursework while I am sick!

Well, now that the wedding is over I hope the rest went smoothly for you (especially with the mother in law) and you made it back home safe!

#asks

[livesincerely]

The scene that comes to mind is your first chapter for the run away with me fic. The symbolism really stands out so beautifully and it made me so hungry for more it was like I had a hummingbird vibrating in my chest and I had to take 10 deep breaths before I was able to calm down and be patient. (Still being patient by the way 😉)

💕💗💕💗💗💕😭✨💗💕🥰💗✨😊💕💕🥰

(Please accept this working draft of chapter two as a sign of my unending appreciation for you)

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“You look tired, honey,” Medda says, cupping Davey’s face in her hand. She holds his gaze, then pats his cheek⁠—carefully, caringly⁠. Davey closes his eyes against a wave of tears that threaten to spill over. “You think this is gonna soothe that bleeding heart of yours?”

“I don’t know,” Davey answers, achingly honest. Admitting it hurts, but like how a antiseptic hurts when you’re cleaning a wound⁠—a necessary kind of pain. “But I can’t keep on like I have been.”

“A little space can be a good thing,” Medda says nodding. “No shame in taking some time for yourself, finding some room to breathe. Just as long as you don’t let yourself float away.”

….

Spot rubs at his eyes, hair and clothes rumpled from sleep.

“You couldn’t have waited another couple of days?” he asks, stifling a yawn with the back of his hand. “We’re literally about to get out for spring break.”

There’s no censure in Spot’s tone, no heat in his words, but Davey can’t help but sink in on himself, guilt and shame creeping in once again.

“That probably would’ve made more sense,” Davey murmurs, eyes trained on the floor, worrying the hem of his sweatshirt between his fingers, “Would’ve been smarter to wait⁠—”

“This couldn’t’ve waited,” Jack says, a hand landing low on Davey’s back, gently drawing him in, and the expression on his face is as steadfast as stone. He looks Davey dead in the eyes and repeats, in a voice that’s soft and serious meant only for him, “This couldn’t’ve waited. Not even for another second.”

Davey doesn’t know what to do with this declaration. He ducks his head, swallowing heavily.

Spot glances back and forth between the two of them, brow furrowed, then seems to come to some kind of conclusion, his expression and posture easing all at once.

“Yeah, alright,” he says.

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Davey watches the scenery rush past in a blur of hazy shadows and electric lights, eyes unfocused and mind whirring. Something’s buzzing in the back of his throat, something fluttering inside his lungs, his pulse tremoring in his chest.

He can’t tell if it’s the car rumbling along the highway that’s shaking beneath him or if that’s just him, the rush of adrenaline fading away into quivering aftershocks that make Davey feel like he might vibrate right out of his skin.

Jack reaches out and turns the radio down, the music quieting into a gentle hum.

“Davey,” he says. “Are you okay?”

Davey sucks in a shaky breath.

“I don’t know,” he answers for what feels like the hundredth time. He can’t tell if it’s gotten easier to say or not. “But I definitely wasn’t going to be okay back home.”

“Yeah, alright,” Jack says after a second, nodding to himself. “We can work with that.”

We, Davey notices, heart giving a nervous jolt. We.

He’s heard the word used far to often, lately⁠⁠⁠, mostly in regards to things that should be Davey’s alone, but that he’s been forced to relinquish: his choices, his plans, his dreams, his life. But it sounds different coming from Jack⁠—like sharing instead of taking.

“—ve? Davey?”

“Sorry, what?” Davey says, pulled from his musings.

Jack slants a look at him, the concern in his expression thrown into soft, golden light every few seconds by the string of street lamps lining the highway.

“You wanna catch some sleep?” Jack suggests. “I’m good to stay up for a few hours if you need’ta rest for a bit.”

Davey shakes his head, a jerky little movement. “No, that’s not… I can’t sleep, I’m too keyed up.”

“Okay,” Jack says, all ease and understanding. “How about some food, then? You hungry? Thirsty? When’s the last time you ate somethin’?”

Davey fiddles with the hem of his sweatshirt. “Dinner last night, I guess.”

Jack frowns, immediately picking up on the guilty, uncertain note in Davey’s voice. “What is it?”

“I…” Davey takes a steadying breath, then quietly admits, “I threw it all up right before I called you. I couldn’t… I couldn’t…”

Davey senses more than sees Jack’s jaw tightening unhappily in response to this confession. He hits his indicator and starts merging right, heading for the next exit.

“I’m sorry,” Davey says miserably. “I didn’t mean to, it’s just a thing that happens, sometimes, if I get too stressed, I can’t help it⁠—”

“Davey,” Jack cuts in firmly. Davey’s mouth closes with a soft click. “I’m not upset with you.”

“You sound like you’re upset,” Davey says.

“But not with you,” Jack says, almost biting the words as they fall out of his mouth. “Not with you.”

It takes Jack a while to find anything open, given how early it is. Davey points out a convenience store sitting on a corner, the lit interior a promising indication, but Jack waves him off, muttering under his breath about a hot meal.

Eventually they pull into the drive thru of a 24-hour burrito stand.

“What do you want?” Jack says, rolling his window down.

The speaker buzzes, a worker calling, “What can I get you?” in an accented voice. Jack responds in Spanish instead of English⁠—asking for a second to think about it, presumably⁠—and turns back to Davey, expectant.

“Whatever is fine,” Davey says, picking at his nails.

“Davey,” Jack says. “C’mon, work with me here.”

“No pork,” Davey offers, unsure of what else to say.

Jack sighs. “Yeah, I’d figured that much. You want chicken or beef?”

The worker says something over the loud speaker⁠—Davey can’t understand the words but the tone of it screams impatience. Jack cuts in with rapid Spanish and the voice falls silent again.

“Chicken or beef?” Jack patiently repeats.

“Chicken.”

“You want your rice on the side?” Jack asks.

“Yeah.”

“Extra pico?”

“...Yeah.”

….

“I’m so fucking tired of crying,” Davey mutters, scrubbing furiously at his eyes like that will prevent the tears from spilling. “I’m never gonna be able to do this, I can’t even keep it together⁠—”

“Hey,” Jack says, gently knocking Davey’s hands away.

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@livininmyhead

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[frogocado]

24 Hour Drive-Thru

Summary: After a particularly sour few weeks, you call Damien past midnight to find that he’s also awake. (Based on “24 Hr Drive-Thru” by Origami Angel) Word count: 829 Warnings: food mentions and a single swear Pairing: Damien Haas/reader

this will eventually be a part of my bandom au ((still a wip and not ready to be seen)) but I wanted to put something out this week so we can all have a break from reality for a bit. Enjoy!

“Here comes the bridge!” Damien exclaimed as he turned the volume higher.

You glanced over to watch as he bit his lip, drumming on the steering wheel. And despite the week that you had endured, the way that time had felt like it was stretching into years you couldn’t help but bob your head along with him.

A rumble rippled through your chest as you laughed at Damien’s air guitar solo at the stop light, unabashed and obnoxious. You had to nudge him when the light changed and when you glanced over at him beneath the streetlights, the apples of his cheeks and ears were a soft red.

“Alright?” He asked again, checking your face in between watching the road. When you nodded, Damien grinned back at the way ahead, turning the stereo down a little bit to say, “I’m glad you called me.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he confirmed as he pulled into the drive thru lane. “It’s been a few days, I wanted to check in with you. I know it’s been a weird time.”

You scoffed, shifting to rest your head against the window. You could feel the soft rhythm of rain against the glass. “I’m just glad you were awake,” you dismissed quickly.

As you approached the intercom, you could feel him watching you and you turned toward him. Assuming he was waiting for your order, you were prepared to snarl about. He spoke before you could get a sound out. “I meant it, Y/N, when I said I’d be there for you whenever. Do you remember that?” His tone was calm, albeit serious. It was confirmation to the question you wondered every night, but it surprised you and you couldn’t process a response.

He gave you a soft smile before he looked away, turning his body toward the lit up board in the rainy dark. A clap of thunder sounded right as the window rolled down and your shoulders rose at the sudden sound. Damien didn’t even flinch, giving the person on the other side of the intercom a warm and polite hello.

You didn’t even have time to focus before he was turning to ask you if you knew what you wanted before the lightning followed. The strike was close enough that you could see him even clearer next to you. He looked so naturally beautiful in the moment, the only solid thing around you for miles. The collar of his flannel was tucked in on one side and the rain was beginning to get his hair wet. Did you know what you wanted? “Yes,” you responded, but not in the way he had meant.

His eyebrows raised in the dark expectantly. “And…?”

And? You didn’t know there had to be more to tell. You stuttered and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Underneath all of the noise—the radio, the rain, the windshield wipers, the background over the intercom, you could hear a small hum from him. He barely missed a beat as his head turned back to speak to the worker over the intercom, “make that two, please.”

After listening to the total and thanking them, Damien rolled his window up to avoid the rain. “Really coming down, huh?” He said as he pushed himself up and off the seat, reaching for his wallet in his back pocket.

“Damien, I can pay,” you told him. “Just tell me how much I owe you.”

He shook his head before pulling out a ten dollar bill. “Absolutely not. If you snooze, you lose.” He steered loosely with one hand as the radio commercials ended and another song began.

Damien was instantly tapping the rhythm as the guitar began. “We might cover this next tour if it stays popular,” he told you as you hummed the melody. “Laser and Shayne won’t stop playing it in practice.”

You smiled at the image in your head, Keith rolling his eyes with heavy sighs as Shayne leaned into a Tom Delonge impression. Your heart ached for touring as a group again.

“I’m sure it’ll go well,” you encouraged as Damien paid at the next window. You sat up, curious as to what was even ordered.

The worker at the window passed Damien two drinks, which he stuck in the center console. “Claim whichever,” he said gently before grabbing the paper bag from the window. He passed it to you before pulling away from the window.

You glanced inside the bag. The only contents were matching orders of large fries and four packets of barbecue sauce. “That’s it?” You asked him as he turned back onto the main road.

His eyebrows furrowed. “I asked you what you had wanted to eat and you answered, ‘yes’ as I recall without any further comment.” He was chuckling as he turned up a block toward a strip mall.

“I gotta tell you,” he continued. “I’ve known you for nearly two years and you still confuse the absolute shit out of me.”

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[taehoneycheeks]

Storms don't last forever

"After having a bad day, you relish in the arms of your boyfriend. But as he is, his ways of comforting are also unique. Not that you are complaining."

Pairing : Hoseok × reader

Genre : Fluff 💫

Note : relationship!AU

Wordcount : 1.8k

Warning : Deals with emotions like sadness and frustration. Harmless straddling. Kissing. Pg_13

Credit : @taehoneycheeks ©️

It was one of those days. One of those shitty days when everything went wrong for some reason. You were walking down the street with a fussy mind and as if your day couldn't get any better, it started raining due to which you had to wait under a bus stand for the rain to stop. After half an hour, the rain stopped pouring. Your home was still a few blocks away and luckily you didn't even got a taxi this time so you had to walk all the way from your office to your home.

Suddenly your ankle shifted and you accidentally stepped in a puddle on the road. Your shoes were covered in mud now which made your heart drop. A pit was already formed in your stomach. Your throat was now heavy with a bile slowly taking its form in it. You were trying to keep all your emotions at bay but truthfully they were all over your head. Sadness, failure, resentment were all you could think of. All you wanted to do was to go home and rest in the arms of your boyfriend's and forget about all your worries.

While you were deep in your thoughts, you didn't even realized that you were walking towards the threshold of your home. Crossing the threshold, you reached for the handle of your door and sucked in a deep breath hoping it would keep the dam of your emotions stable. Hoping it would dissolve the bile in your throat. Slowly you opened the door. Removing your shoes, you entered the living room.

"Babe! Is it you?" Hoseok asked from the bedroom. His voice ringing in your head. Suddenly, the bile in your throat too heavy, making it difficult for you to breath. But then again you didn't wanted to sadden him with your foolish reasons so you took a deep breath and made your voice as cheery as you could and said-

"Yeah its me!" you said but regretted it as your voice cracked at the last word. After a minute or so you heard soft thud of footsteps coming down the stairs. You mentally prepared yourself to not waver. To not show him that you just want to hide yourself in his arms. You wanted to be strong for him.

Then you saw him. He was wearing his blue mang pajamas and looked like he just removed his face mask because of the extra shine on his cheeks. But what caught your attention the most was his smile. He was smiling brightly, showing his pearl white teeth, forming his eyes in a cresent shape. He was happy to see you. Happy to see you back. Happy to see you safe, and that made your heart sore. You tried, really tried to hide your tears but just the sight of Hoseok was enough for you.

That dam of emotions burst and so did your tears. Heavy droplets streamed across your cheeks. You buried your face in your hands. Your knees started to buckle. All your emotions were flowing from your eyes.

Hoseok immediately reacted and buried your face in his chest. His one hand coming to rest on your lower back - by habit - while the other was stroking your head gently.

"Jagi....what happened?" he sounded worried, exactly what you were trying to avoid, but you couldn't help it. The emotions overwhelmed you and you just wanted to let it all out. As if reading your mind Hoseok picked you up, your legs locking around his waist, and lead you through the room and sat on the sofa.

He didn't seem to mind your clothes or your smell. He just cradled you like a baby while you were straddling him and sobbing on his shoulder. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, savoring his smell. He smelled like cherry, just like his face mask.

Your eyes were stinging at this point. Your head was throbbing and your nose was stuffy. Your throat was sore but you just had too much on your mind and couldn't keep up. You felt really tired and your eyes felt like they weight thousand tons so you lazily closed them for a while.

"Baby.." you heard him and then felt a soft hand on your head slowly motioning you to move. You didn't knew when you fell asleep, must be because of the soft touch or the warmth or the fact that you cried your heart out. You removed your head from his neck and slowly opened you eyes locking them with Hoseok's and saw that he was sick worried.

"What happened?" he asked again "Did someone said something to you?" he questioned and you stirred your head in a yes gesture. "Who was it?" his voice was calm, probably to not make you uncomfortable, but anger clearly reflected from his eyes.

"It was my fault. Everything is my fault." you stated, your words cracking because of your sore throat.

"I just had a really shitty day. Today I forgot my company batch at home due to which I had to wait half an hour outside then when I sat on my desk, my knee hit the table" you said showing him your bruised knee and heard him gasp

"Let me get some ice for you!" he exclaimed but you cut him and said "No, please.." trailing off.

"Okay then tell me everything that's worrying you" he said and you continued, thankful to him.

"After that I got scolded because I couldn't submit the work on due time. The HR said that I wasn't cut for the job and if it happens again he would fire me and then I stubbed my toe while exiting the office and then when I was returning from the office, I couldn't get any taxi and then it started to rain then I had to stand under a bus stand and my clothes got wet because of it and then when I was 2 blocks away I accidentally slipped in a puddle and my favorite shoes got dirty" you cried and saw that Hoseok was listening to your every word, even when you knew your reasons were silly, you still felt bad.

He caressed your head delicately "It's okay. It's all okay. Everyone has bad days. Its good to let it out." he said hugging you closer to him.

"I feel like a loser right now" you stated,

"No you are not. It's just one bad day, don't beat yourself up for that" he said but you just snuggled closer.

After a while of comfortable silence, Hoseok said "Can I take you out?" he asked,

"what?" you questioned, amused.

"For a drive? Get away from the usual routine" he said.

"But it's quite late and you have already changed into your pajamas and-" you were cut short when he joined his lips to your, slowly caressing your lips. His hand reached out to your face, brushing his fingertips against your jawline. You lost yourself to him. Just what you wanted to do. His kisses were always intoxicating. He gently moved away from the kiss.

"We are going for a drive" he stated, confirmed, and that was final. No questioning after that. "Okay" is all you said.

"Let's get you changed into some comfortable clothes first and then we'll go" he said, withdrawing you from his lap and taking you to your bedroom where both of you changed your clothes. After that both you exited your home, locking the door behind.

Hoseok went first and opened the car door for you and you gave him a shy smile which made him chuckle then he sat on the driver's seat and you both were off to go.

First you both went through McDonald's drive thru and order 2 burgers, 2 large fries, 1 coca cola and 1 sprite and then you both went straight on the highway.

You were still feeling bitter and didn't wanted to talk. He knew what was going in your mind as he connected the music system to his phone and started playing up all night

Take me 'round the world and back again

As I am searching for my soul out there.

Oh, there's something that I'm wondering

Where I'm going when my story ends.

You really liked the song. After taking a long sip from your drink, you started humming it.

"Hey, open the window" Hoseok said coolly and you rolled out the window.

Chilled air filled the car. It smelled like moist soil because of the rain which calmed you. The sky was spotted with small bright stars and a half moon. You gradually started to sing the song. Your voice barely audible above the air and the blast of the music yet Hoseok joined you. As the song reached it crescendo both of your voices raised an octave higher.

Song after song, you both were singing. Adrenaline running high. Didn't even caring if anyone heard you, if you were tired, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered now because of Hoseok.

He did this for you. He made sure you were happy. He made sure you were comfortable. You couldn't help yourself but marvel him as he was still singing each line of the song perfectly.

"What?" he asked suddenly looking towards you "Nothing...I just love you so much" you stated which made him flush in his seat. You started laughing at his cuteness. Your laughter and his giggles filled up the car. You didn't knew how much time went by and honestly you didn't cared at this point. All the fried food and sugary carbonated drinks adding up to your energy.

After finishing the burgers and drinks and screaming at the top of your lungs for another 24 songs you finally saw a similar road leading to your driveway.

"Do we have to go back!" you whined and heard him chuckle "Jagi, are you forgetting something?" he asked but you couldn't remember anything so you shook your head in a no gesture

"Tomorrow is Saturday!" he replied excitedly. Tomorrow is Saturday which means no work. You can cuddle all day and no one will disturb you at all. Only the thought of next day was enought to emit a squeak from you and Hoseok laughed again.

You both exited the car and entered your home. You were really tired and suddenly felt all your energy drain out from you.

"I am tired." you pouted and he said "Baby it's 3:30 in the morning. Of course you will be tired." you hadn't even noticed it was this late.

You both went to your bedroom and crept under the covers. As you both were already wearing comfy clothes you didn't find any need to change. Your leg went up to his waist as his hands went to secure around your waist. His warmth and tenderness were too comfortable and you couldn't help but to relish in the feeling of being safe in your boyfriend's arms. You slowly closed your eyes and said-

"I love you Hobi" and he replied "I love you too y/n."

A/n : Heya! How are you guys doing? I was a little unwell due to my sinuses 😅. I did used a new header this time. I don't remember, but I saw a header like this on some other fic and I wanted to try making my own. Hope you guys have enjoyed this work! Please ignore any typos or mistakes (I am still learning). Feedback and suggestions are always welcome 😊.

P.s. The song used in this fic is 'Up all night' by Khalid.

#bts #bangtan #bts army #bts hoesok #bts jhope #bts fluff #jhope fluff #jhope × reader #jhope

[leggomylino]

Braked, Trifled | Han Jisung

Genre: slice of life, college au

Pairing: Han Jisung x fem!reader

Word count: ~1.5k

A/n: Masterlist in bio~ | Based on true events ♫

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[12:11 오전]

The inertia that pushes your car forward makes your head spin. Like being on a roller coaster that stops all too quickly. 

“What was that?” Your friend asks, turning around. “Did you just hit the brakes hard?”

Your eyes travel up to peer through the rear view mirror. “No…” you speculate, watching as the shadow of a tall, 20-something year old boy steps out onto the curbside. Your vision narrows. “Some punk just hit me.”

It was just after midnight. Your friend Daewon’s birthday was today, and to surprise him you and your other friend Junyong made plans the previous afternoon to throw him an all-day surprise party, along with the rest of their rookie college music group, Noir. Your town’s local Dunkin’ Donuts was just a hop, skip, and a jump down the road from campus, and being a Tuesday night with a new semester just around the corner, you weren’t expecting anyone to be out, especially at this hour. Even so, there were plenty of better places to go for partying than...a local 24/7 donut shop.

Which is why you were baffled to find the rival enemy, Han Jisung of the infamous 3Racha and Co., quarreling before your newly-imprinted bumper.

"Han I told you for the last time that's the accelerator! Dang it, I should have listened to Chan and not let you drive—“

"How are we gonna tell this to Minho…it's his car..."

Han waves his hands peacefully before the crowd. “Okay, okay,” he states, looking back at the imprinted [car model]. “Everything’s fine, it was just accident so— sh*T WAIT I USED CHAN’S LICENSE!” He suddenly huffs, making an elaborate 180 in behavior to stamp his foot like an immature child. “You're the one that wanted donuts at 12 am!!!” He accuses, pointing to an orangish-blonde boy. Definitely a part of the squad, but not one of the 3Racha fiends. 

Freckles huffs back. “Well EXCUSE ME FOR WANTING TO CELEBRATE NATIONAL DONUT DAY!!!”

"THAT'S NOT EVEN A REAL THING!” The one from the passenger’s side erupts; another groupie. “BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!!!"

“Aaaah,” Han groans, palm on his forehead. “Okay, Seungmin’s right, we need to calm down. Like I said, everything is fi—“

“It’s not fine,” you cut in, glaring. Han jumps, seeing as you appeared to be a ghost behind the glow of taillights. “I’m pulling up over there.”

You point a couple parking spaces to the left of the drive-thru, and he nods, swallowing. A nervous glint about him. Ignoring your late-night drinks and dozen Boston Cremes, you pull up to the designated area, sighing as your head hits the steering wheel. Junyong pats your shoulder solemnly. “It’s okay. We’ll get through this. It’s just a fender-bender, so you don’t have to tell the insurance company— I’m sure he’ll agree,” he added, nodding behind him. He turned his head to glare out the back window. “...But seriously, who hits a car in a drive-thru? You’re supposed to inch forward, not ZOOM like Speedy Gonzales...”

Wasn’t that the truth... Shrugging, you open the door, preparing to rendezvous with the enemy. In all truth, in all honesty, you were annoyed at the notion; but the fact that it was Han Jisung, well, that made you livid. 

He was, after all, the boy that had instigated war between the two groups; by stealing Seunghoon’s file, and writing his group’s name on it as the demo for their music final. He stole Noir’s song, and made it their own. And nobody stopped him.

“I’m so, so sorry…” he starts, walking up with your order. “Here’s your stuff…”

You take it from him stiffly, passing it to Junyong, who came running up beside you. Sensing the awkward tension, he dips back to the safety of the dented vehicle without a word, gulping his Matcha Latte down.

“Gimme your info,” you demand, wanting to keep this short. Han begins to sweat.

“Uuuh…” he nods, slowly, and juts a thumb over his right shoulder. “R-Right, lemme just—“

“Here,” one of his friend’s says, extending a piece of paper. He has brown hair and matching eyes, paired with a calm, logical aura. You’re pretty sure you heard Han call him Seungmin. “I wrote it all down for you. If it’s alright with you, we’d like to keep the insurance companies out of this situation, so...we’d be happy to pay for the damages out of pocket. We’re very sorry.”

“Hmph,” You scoff, snatching the paper. As genuine as he may seem, it’s probably a fake number, with a false address and a made-up company name. Some forged on-the-spot license numbers. You glout over the paper and nice handwriting.

“Something wrong? Did I forget anything?”

“Show me your license.”

Han flinches, Seungmin remaining very still. Their faces both harden into something frantic. “...Well...” Seungmin begins, “...about that…”

“You don’t have your license?” You frown. “You could be arrested for this, you know.”

Han chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “Ha-ha, yeah, I-I know—“

“Then why were you driving without it?” Your arms cross. “You should always have it on you, always. It’s careless to leave it at home, or in another car, or somewhere else...what are you laughing about?!” You holler, whipping over your shoulder. 

Junyong covers his mouth, bowing his head so only his eyes peer over the hood. He takes an exaggeratedly loud sip of his Matcha Latte. “Nothing!” he shouts, “It’s just...” ...Sip. “...you kinda sound like his girlfriend or something, scolding him like that.”

“Huh?!”

“Oop!” He quickly ducks back into safety. You sigh, overly annoyed and done with it all.

...Zen, Y/n. Totally zen.

“...I’m...sorry,” you manage, biting the side of your tongue. Apologizing to the enemy should be treason! “This is just such a pain. But I understand it was an accident.” You look each of them in the eye. “Are you okay? No one was hurt, were they?”

Han opens his mouth to speak, but his buddy stops him, covering it in an odd fashion. “We’re fine,” he insists, smiling. “And, again, we’re so sorry about this.”

“...Right…” You rummage through the bag around your bodice, flipping out your mini planner and tearing off a page. “Here’s my information. You can call or text me about the damages tomorrow, er…” You smile, just a little. “Later this afternoon.”

“Yes!” Seungmin states, taking the paper and passing it to Han Jisung, Enemy No. 1. “We’ll definitely do that!”

You press your smile further, forcibly, politely. “Grea—”

Flash!

“OW!” 

From Han’s...if you’re recalling correctly, “Minho’s” car...you see Freckles squint, hands raised to block the flash bombs going off behind you like the paparazzi just showed. 

“WHO LEAVES THE FLASH ON?!?!” he cries, swatting at...the air. You spin around to scowl. 

“Junyong! What are you doing?!”

“Don’t worry, Y/n!” Junyong howls. “I got pics of everyone involved, and both license plates! They can’t run now!!!”

“......” Well, the Matcha Latte was certainly kicking in. You would have thrown a donut, had one been available to you. 

While being ushered off, Han continues to stare at the paper curiously. Then, as if struck by a realization of some sort, he looks up at you over his friend’s shoulder, smiling.

“I thought I recognized you! Y/n L/n, right?”

You blink, unenthused. “That’s what it says on the paper.”

Han just continues smiling. There’s some sort of sparkle in his eye that’s visible even in the blotched moonlight of storm season. It sends a shiver down your spine, even after you’ve closed and locked the car doors. “I’ll definitely call you!” He yells, waving. Like a couple of old friends reconnecting, excited to catch up over donuts and coffee.

But he was the enemy. Han Jisung had done something wrong, something cruel, something that had yet to be concluded that you weren’t sure you could ever forgive...so, then...

You start the car with a gentle whir of the engine, setting the gears into reverse. Hesitantly, you glance into the rearview mirror once more, watching him engage in harsh whispers and subtle push-and-shoves before getting in.

His face. His charisma. His profile...two months ago you’d sworn he was the enemy, yet...

...Why was it that you were just as excited?

- ♫ - ♫ - ♫ -

“Wasn’t that the girl that accused us of copyrighting her friend’s track? That was her, wasn’t it?” Felix asks. “...I hope she knows that was all just a misunderstanding…”

Climbing back into Minho’s stolen convertible, because Felix just had to have donuts for National Donut Day at 12 am, Seungmin heaves a sigh, running a sweating hand through his exhaust-riddled hair. Too close, honestly. The infamous Y/n, known for being the Campus Blizzard, could have had them fined, reported on campus, and Han behind bars. ...Yet for some reason, she didn’t.

...Must be in a good mood or something. A saving grace, if he did say so himself. “...Please tell me this was really an accident. You didn’t do this on purpose...right?”

The boy in the driver’s seat smiles...sheepishly. Pulling back up to the window to claim his goods, he places the tips of his ringed fingers together. Takes a breath.

“...If I say half yes and half no, will you be mad?”

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Tag game

Tagged by @died-by-the-scimitar thank you!! :D 1. what is the color of your hairbrush? shaft is made of bamboo wood, the brushes themselves are black

2. name a food you never eat: uhhhh idk, I’m quite picky, especially with the texture of food, so if the texture is gross and it’s too big to not chew in, i will usually try to avoid eating it. 

3. what were you doing 45 mins ago? watching an old try guys video

4. what’s your favorite candy bar? I don’t really have any

5. have you ever been to a professional sports game? Yes, a football game when I was 9, and I hated every second of it lol. I really want to go watch a handball game, though. 

6. what is the last thing you said out loud? “Nå” (means like.. “well then” ish) 

7. what is your favorite ice cream? chocolate, vanilla, caramel 

8. what was the last thing you had to drink? water

9. do you like your wallet? no

10. what is the last thing you ate? An ice cream 

11. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? no

12. what’s the last sporting event you watched? I mean my mom watches the eurogames in football right now, so every now and then I watch like 1 or 2 minutes when I pass the living room, but the last game i sat down and actually watched was men’s handball earlier this year. 

13. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? just... salty? lol

14. who is the last person you sent a text message to? a friend a few hours ago, telling her i would start charging her after she wrote that she lived rent free in my head 

15. ever been camping? nope. I think I want to try it though

16. do you take vitamins? no, but I should (especially d-vitamins, considering how low my numbers have been since.. always), I got them lying around and everything but I sort of just don’t take them 

17. do you regularly attend a place of worship? no

18. do you have a tan? nope

19. do you prefer Chinese or pizza? it really depends on my mood honestly, either is usually neat

20. do you drink your soda through a straw? no, i don’t drink soda and i don’t use straws 

21. what color socks do you usually wear? black or white, but i also have some pastel colored and fruit motive ones 

22. do you ever drive above the speed limit? not intentionally lol, but i do catch myself accidently driving a little too fast (usually never more than 5-15 km/h above, and i always slow down once i notice).

23. what terrifies you? life. failure. the future. death of my dog. being stuck unable to reach goals

24. look to your left, what do you see? The side of my closet that’s covered in fandom and art postcards from redbubble 

25. what chore do you hate most? dishes, changing the sheets, cleaning the bathroom, taking out the trash

26. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? g’day mate + harurinralia 

27. what’s your favorite soda? i don’t drink sodas anymore, but if i should it’s usually a wannabe cola or something citrus fruity ish

28. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? I don’t go to fast food places, but if i did i would go in

29. what’s your favorite number? 4

30. who’s the last person you talked to? my mom

31. favorite cut of beef? i don’t eat beef often, and i’m not sure what this even means lol 

32. last song you listened to? Lewis Capaldi - Don’t Get Me Wrong 

33. last book you read? Reading tipping the velvet right now, last book I finished was Romeo and Juliet I think

34. favorite day of the week? Also saturday

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? no

36. how do you like your coffee? I don’t like coffee, the smell on its own is.. nope

37. favorite pair of shoes? Don’t have a favorite. I used to love my black converses, but my feet are more happy with my current sketchers. 

38. time you normally get up? usually never before 7 (after school turned virtual for most of my last semester and i also stopped having morning shifts at work), and lately not before 9 

39. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? i love both, but i think i prefer sunsets, just ‘cause they’re easier to catch and (as you said, Fra) more colorful in terms of purple and pink etc.  

40. how many blankets on your bed? one and my duvet, but I have 2 blankets across my bedframe since its made of metal and my bed is up against the always-cold wall towards our apartment stairs. 

41. describe your kitchen very typical early 2000s danish style, hasn’t been updated in 20 years (except for my mom painting the walls a pastel pink), but not like in an outdated-ugly way i think

42. describe your kitchen at the moment. some papers on the table, bread (packaged), and my mom’s figures and stones collecting dust

43. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? I don’t drink alcohol either eeeeyh

44. do you play cards? no, but I used to love it when I was a kid, mainly go fish

45. what color is your car? I don’t have one, but my mom’s is silver

46. can you change a tire? I’ve never tried it, but I think I got the idea and might be able to should I ever need to. My mom’s husband usually changes them on her car. 

47. your favorite state? I’m not american, never set foot near america, BUT i think i like alaska, west virginia, and such, just for the environment (as seen through pictures)

48. favorite job you’ve had? I quite liked cleaning at private homes (of people I knew), which I’ve done a few times before. I work at a store right now (and have been for 3 years), though that is far from something I want to continue, to put it lightly. I got a job as a mentor (helping kids with homework and such), but I’ve yet to get any mentees, so I still can’t quite say much about it :/   Tagging: @hamykia @dandelionmeadow @nenufair @pilarsalazr @spacewitchqueen @happensweet @scimitar-and-longsword @ladyzeia @nicolosfaith 

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[stonertransdad]

Life Update since I hadn't been on here in forever

The pandemic was/is wild! Lockdowns started literally around the time we were going to the fertility specialist to get her pregnant. I lost my job to COVID in March shortly before we did the procedure, but we decided there's never really a good time to have a kid. Why not during a global pandemic when one of us in unemployed? (BTW, I don't recommend having a kid during a pandemic. Not being able to go to all of the appointments and having to sit in the parking lot was brutal.)

Let's talk about May friends...it was rough. (TW for mention of suicide btw. I'll post a gif where it's safe to start again if you wanna skip over it.)

So May 1st is the anniversary of my father's suicide. It had been 4 years. I found his body and since he wasn't married, I had to handle his affairs and arrange his funeral. May 1st, 2020 my wife and I had a Zoom game night with our friends and I got drunk because everyone was drinking (except my wife because she was pregnant). After our game night at like 2am, I had a psychotic break. I threatened to kill myself numerous times. My wife tried to talk me down, but eventually called the cops to take me. I thank her for that because looking back, that was the moment I knew something needed to change. I was convinced the cops were gonna kill me because I'm a trans dude in rural West Texas. I legit took the phone out of my wife's hand, hung up on 911, and yeeted her phone across the backyard and tried to hop the fence. Eventually the cops came and talked me down. They took me to the hospital an hour away in handcuffs (for their protection I did nothing wrong). They took me to the religious hospital that I was born in. So when they looked up my info by my name and date of birth from my driver's license (I only changed my middle name) literally all my paperwork and my bracelet had my deadname and wrong gender despite all of my legal stuff saying male with my new middle name. I mentioned it to them and they didn't care. They misgendered me the entire time I was there. I had hit my head hella hard on the bath tub when my wife was trying to snap me out of it, did the hospital even check me for concussion? Nope. I had punched so many things and my hand and wrist were swollen and discolored. Did they check out my hand and wrist? Nope. I was there for over 10 hours before I was able to convince them I was okay and that it was just the alcohol. Did I mention during that 10 hours I was literally out in the hall on a gurney with no mask and this was when COVID was running rampant in Texas (the first time)? I heard people die that night. I had nothing to distract me because they took away all of my personal items and clothes. My wife picked me up and we went home and I have been sober ever since. It's not the first psychotic break I've had with alcohol in my system. Alcohol just doesn't agree with me, but I'm finding new things to replace it with.

TW has been lifted...it's safe now.

A couple of weeks after that I began teletherapy because I had been on the same mood stabilizer and anti-depressant for almost a decade. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense that I felt like it hadn't been working for at least a year. This is a reminder to check in with your doctor if you feel like your meds aren't working. You may just need a different dose or a new med. There's no shame in that. I bounced around on various medications trying to find the right combo, some side effects scarier than others, but we got there. Before this, I had been diagnosed with ADHD, Major Depressive Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, and Generalized Anxiety Disorder. My therapist threw out my Borderline diagnosis and said it was CPTSD instead, which made sense.

Fast forward to December because my wife was pregnant, I was unemployed still, and we did absolutely fuck-all because the global panini was still raging.

Our son was born on December 3, 2020. He weighed 5lbs 9oz and scared the ever loving shit out of us. He wasn't breathing when he was born so they called NICU in ASAP. I'm freaking out because I can hear and see what's going on while my wife was asking if he was okay as they put her guts back in place to sew her up. 5 or so minutes pass and a nurse asks if I want her to take some pictures. I'm like is he okay, he still hasn't cried. She's like "oh yeah, he's chillin." This goon was being held by a nurse and was just looking around not crying or anything. Chillest baby ever (he still is btw). I held him next to my wife's head until it was time to go back to the room. Little dude did have to spend 4 nights in the NICU because he couldn't keep his sugars or temperature regulated, but he was healthy otherwise. He's now 4 months old and is starting to sit up on his own a little bit and he's OBSESSED with standing. He's still a little guy, but very healthy and growing like a weed. He saves my life daily.

So after being unemployed for over 9 months, I started a new job working in a call center. I absolutely hate talking on the phone. It gives me anxiety and throws me into panic attacks, but I had been putting out hundreds of job applications since I lost my last job and this was the first offer I got. I wasn't really in a position to turn it down since my unemployment had ran out 2 months prior. It was 2 months of training, then we'd be on our own. I got thru the training and thought I could handle it...until they started putting us on live calls with someone helping us if we got stuck. My mental health hit the lowest point it had in a few years and my wife was terrified she was going to lose me. She convinced me to quit on February 28th (not because I didn't want to, but because I'm a stubborn ass who felt guilty). My meds got tweaked a little bit more dosage wise during this mess.

Starting about mid-February, I was experiencing severe shakiness, tremors, and spasms. I've always been a shaky person and never really thought too much about it, but at some points I could barely feed myself, or get a drink, or hold my son. On March 7th, I tried to make an appointment with my doctor about the weird symptoms I was experiencing, but she was out of town and her next opening wasn't until the 31st. My body said that won't work and my wife rushed me to the ER on the 9th...I had begun having seizures that day. I had no previous history of seizures. Got to the ER and had a seizure literally as I was walking thru the door, so they rushed me straight back. They took some blood and that was literally it. No MRI. No CT. They pumped me full of Ativan and said it was just a panic attack and to go home and chill.

Spoiler Alert: It wasn't just anxiety. I was having 20+ seizures a day. On the 10th, my wife rushed me to a different hospital...the good hospital over an hour away. First we had to drop off our gremlin with my mom to make things a little easier. Yet again, I had a seizure as I walked in the door and was taken back immediately. I don't really remember much because they kept pumping me full of Ativan and morphine because I had been in excruciating pain from the number of seizures I'd had. I do remember them doing a CT pretty quickly after I got there. Then they weren't happy with the results of the CT, so they took me to get an MRI, which showed possible signs of Multiple Sclerosis (but I didn't find that out until AFTER the notes showed up in my patient portal after being home a few days, so I raised hell...more on that later.) They did a 24 hour EEG on me and it showed nothing abnormal. Also, EEG glue is a bitch on your hair and scalp. After looking at everything and given my previous mental health history, they diagnosed me with Psychogenic Non-Epileptic Seizures, or PNES. It is a subset of Functional Neurologic Disorder, or FND. I couldn't walk well anymore and had to use a walker when I was discharged. I was in the hospital for 3 days.

When I had my follow-up appointment on the 23rd, I asked why the possibility of MS was never mentioned to me since it was very clearly in the notes. The doctor didn't have an explanation. He called in a referral to neurology so I could get a 2nd MRI to confirm MS and marked it as high priority. He also didn't take my pain seriously. My pain levels had been at a 5 or higher every single minute since they took me off of the morphine in the hospital. He told me to keep taking prescription strength doses of ibuprofen and Tylenol, which I had been. I let him know I had been and it didn't even take the edge off the pain. He ignored me. Leading up to this appointment, I had also added urinary incontinence to my growing list of symptoms and was forced to wear diapers so I didn't have to do laundry all the time. The doctor also took me off my ADHD meds because they were lowering my seizure threshold. He also took me off of my sleeping meds and nightmare meds for the same reason I'm assuming.

I kept my appointment on the 31st with my primary doctor because she's been my doctor for 5 years now and I knew she'd take my pain seriously. She did. She immediately wrote me prescriptions for a muscle relaxer and Tylenol 4. She also told me that my referral had been rejected by neuro. She said my case wasn't a good one for what she called a "wallet biopsy" and the doctors in neurology could be real assholes. She immediately sent the referral to other locations to get an approval. I am still waiting on that despite it being marked as high priority. She wrote me a prescription for a wheelchair because we both agreed my wheelchair was not enough for particular days.

Yesterday my wheelchair was finally ready for pickup, so my wife drove me to go get it. I'm still unable to drive due to my seizures and my tremors and twitches as it's predominantly in my legs and arms. I am an ambulatory wheelchair user now. Some days I can go short distances without my walker, some days I can't go without my walker, some days I can't even get out of bed, and some days I will be using my wheelchair. Don't judge a book by its cover, not all disabilities are visible. I have managed to keep my daily seizure count down in single digits and have even had a few seizure free days. They are still incredibly taxing on my body. I feel like I can't ever replenish my spoons fast enough to keep up with anything in my life.

So all in all, life has been chaotic. We are moving from Texas to New Mexico in the next few weeks, which should be interesting considering I can't overdo it without throwing myself into seizures. We will be closer to my mother-in-law so she can help us with our son and I can start resting a bit more on the more difficult days. Being a stay-at-home dad with an invisible illness has been one of the most challenging things I've done in my life, but I wouldn't change it for the world.

Sorry this is so long. I just wanted to update my followers since it's been over a year since I posted before a few days ago.

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