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heaven sent — 05. cooking
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You internally cheered as Danielle revealed the plan for today.
“We’re gonna do something more chill today.”
“And what is this ‘chill’ activity you have in mind?”
“Cooking!” She spun around, somehow now wearing an apron that read “Miss Good Lookin’ is Cookin’”.
You stared at her blankly. “Really?”
“Yes.”
She frowned in disapproval as she scavenged through your cabinets and drawers and fridge, only to find them all empty.
“How do you guys live like this?”
You shrugged.
“Guess we have to go grocery shopping then.” She gasped, “This is so exciting, my first ever shopping trip!”
“In that apron?”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“…Nothing.”
“So, what exactly are we cooking?” You pushed the shopping cart, watching Danielle who was meticulously observing a jar of pickles.
“I don’t know,” she shook the jar around and cringed at the liquid sloshing around. “What’s your favorite dish?”
“My mom used to make this crazy good chicken noodle soup,” you said, smiling wistfully. “I haven’t had it since… a while.”
“Chicken noodle soup it is then!” She put the jar back on the shelf before making her way to the next aisle with a skip in her step.
“This feels so human. And domestic.” Danielle squeezed your arm, scanning the shelves. “I like it.”
“Yeah,” you stared at her. “Me too.”
“Do you and Minji do this often?”
“Maybe like once every two weeks? We usually just buy some instant noodles, instant rice, spam, some eggs, energy drinks. The essentials. And some snacks too, obviously.”
“Well, she’s in for a surprise today.” She grinned. “Any other stories to tell?”
“Not really, I didn’t go shopping much as a child. I was usually sleeping in.”
“That sounds like you.”
“When I did go though, I’d always ask how to pick the best fruits and vegetables. Felt so proud when mom or dad would approve the one I chose.”
I wonder what they’d think of me now.
“That’s so cute.” Her lips tugged up as she studied you, before throwing various ingredients in the cart. “It must’ve been nice.”
“It was.”
You bit your tongue as you reminisced, tapping your fingers on the handle of the cart.
Danielle continued to toss in ingredients, which you weren’t sure were necessary for chicken noodle soup, but she seemed like she knew what she was doing, and so you just followed her as she bounced around the store.
“Who’s paying for this, by the way?” You were pretty sure you knew the answer, but you held onto the inkling of hope that she would somehow magically pay.
“You are, of course!”
Great.
“Okay!” Danielle rubbed her hands together in anticipation, still wearing the ridiculous apron. “What are we doing, captain?”
“I thought you knew how to cook it?”
“What?” Her hands fell. “It’s your favorite dish, I thought you would know!”
“It’s been years,” you groaned. “Let’s just watch a YouTube tutorial.”
The two of you leaned on the kitchen counter as you both focused on the tutorial.
“Okay,” you drawled. “Doesn’t seem too hard.”
Danielle nodded excitedly. “You take the onions, I’ll take the carrots.”
The two of you began dicing the vegetables.
“You know,” she started. “I remember learning about how this woman sued this grocery store for slipping on a grape. It was in Australia, I think.”
“Huh,” you said. “Maybe you are Australian after all. Did she win the case?”
“Yeah, I think she won like a hundred thousand or something. But get this, the store appealed it and she-”
She abruptly stopped when she heard you sniffling, and rushed over to check on you.
“Are you okay? Did the chicken noodle soup bring back bad feelings? Or was it the woman slipping on the grape-”
Your laughter interrupted her rambling.
“What’s so funny?” She pouted. “Why were you crying?”
“It was the onions, you idiot.” You pointed at the chopping board.
“Oh,” she stood there awkwardly.
“I appreciate the concern, though,” you teased, continuing to dice the onions with your eyes squinted.
“Whatever,” she blushed, turning around and beginning to add the vegetables to the pot.
The two of you continued to discuss whether or not the woman who slipped on the grape truly deserved compensation while finishing the recipe.
“Tada!” Danielle placed a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of you. “Try it.”
Her gaze clung to you as you took the first bite, watching as your eyebrows shot up.
My mom would love you.
“It’s good,” you said softly. “Really good.”
She let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”
“You mean us.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Minji’s gonna be jumping in joy when she gets back. I think this is our first proper cooked meal in, like, months.”
“You guys really need to get a better diet.”
The two of you continued to eat as you engaged in aimless conversation, your stomach and heart warm. You eventually finished up and washed the dishes before walking Danielle to the door, ending up in a familiar place.
She leaned on the doorframe with a twinkle in her eyes. “How was today?”
“My stomach is happy,” you said. “So I am, too.”
Her lips curved up in delight. And like always, her hand reached out to squeeze yours and she pulled you in for a brief hug.
“Do you wanna stay tonight? We can watch a movie or something,” you mumbled when you separated, scratching your cheek.
For a split second, her smile faltered and an unknown emotion flashed in her eyes. She laughed it off, squeezing your hand again.
“Are you getting attached to me now?” She grinned cheekily.
“What? No,” you averted your gaze, cheeks heating up. “Just thought you’d like to continue your human cosplay.”
“Maybe tomorrow.” You were unsure of what to make of the indecipherable look in her eyes. “Ask me again tomorrow.”
You nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll see you?”
“I’ll see you,” she repeated, before turning around and disappearing.
You hated to admit it, but she was right. She was growing on you, and the walls you had spent so long building up were beginning to crumble.
(“Bro,” Minji had said later that night, soup dribbling down her chin. “If you don’t give your girlfriend a kiss for this godly dinner, I will.”
“Will do, boss,” you rolled your eyes. “Enjoy it, because we probably won’t have another home-cooked meal for a while.”)
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A3! Masumi & Sakyo Talk - You're my first and last love. Seasonal Conversation Translation
*Please read disclaimer on blog
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Sakyo: Usui. …Hey, Usui. Wake up.
Masumi: Ngh… what…
Sakyo: I know the courtyard's warm ‘n comfortable in the spring, but you’re gonna catch a cold if you nap out here. If you’re gonna sleep, then at least do it inside.
Masumi: Geez…
In spring one sleeps a sleep that knows no dawn.*
Sakyo: Neither you nor Mikage know dawn in any season.
Masumi: Zzz…
Sakyo: Don’t go back to sleep right next to where you woke up. Good grief…!
…By the way, they told me they were going take a shopping trip later…
Masumi: ! Say that sooner.
If Director’s going shopping, then I’m going with her.
*runs off*
Sakyo: Ah, hold it.
Listen ‘til the end of what I'm sayin'—.
…Minagi’s the one who said he was goin’ shopping.
Oh well. If he’s awake now, then that’s fine.
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*”春眠暁を覚えず” is a proverb which essentially means that one sleeps like a log in the springtime
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what do you think happened on morkday's shopping trip that cause day to wander off the streets by himself? i think he was tryna get help after seeing mork get beaten up...?
OKAY SO. first of all im already gonna apologize because instead of giving you a short and direct answer like any normal person would, im taking this chance to present my entire theory about what's gonna happen. please scroll down to the tl;dr at the end to save yourself from my clownery ;;;;;;
that being said, here's what i think the timeline is gonna be. the trailer has shown us a shot of mork wearing an ankle tracker, so i think everything starts with this:
it's still hard to see even if i've brightened it up a little, but here you have phorjai crying and mork behind bars wearing his mechanic clothes. i think before our story starts, mork did something to land him in jail, most likely for beating someone up like it's hinted in the trailer. i also think mork going to jail is the reason he and phorjai break up: he probably thinks she deserve better, and as much as she loves him, it's hard to be with someone who's not there. at the beginning of the show, mork probably gets paroled (hence the ankle tracker), which however comes with two essential conditions: 1) finding a stable job, and 2) good behavior. people aren't very inclined to hire an ex-convict tho, so mork keeps getting rejected
it's probably why mork barged in so aggressively when he thought they weren't allowing him to take an interview: if he doesn't get a job, he's gonna go back to jail. and that's when he meets day. day who can't see the ankle tracker around his ankle (and probably wouldn't care about it even if he could) and who isn't put off by his rough behaviour
so mork gets a job and manages to stay (mostly) out of trouble, until at some point he and day are out shopping and the worst happens: someone probably ends up provoking mork in some way, or maybe even tries to go for day, and even if he should know better at that point, mork reacts. badly. and beating up someone (which is what most likely landed him in jail the first time) in broad daylight in a public space with tons of people as witnesses is very much the wrong thing to do
i honestly wouldn't be surprised if someone called the cops and mork got arrested once again. now think about day in this situation. day who can't see what's happening and who we know, from the oishi honey lemon 0% sugar video we got, doesn't even have his cane to help him walk around because he was fully relying on mork's guidance. he's suddenly gonna find himself completely alone amidst the chaos, in a place he's not familiar with and with no way to tell where he should go or where mork is (and isn't that gonna make mork feel so devastatingly guilty)
so yeah, tl;dr: i think during the fight mork and day are gonna get separated, and day is gonna slightly panic trying to find mork again and navigate the place without any type of guidance
#initially i thought the shot of mork crying in the trailer would fit here too#but his shirt is slightly different from the one he's wearing during the shopping trip and the fight#so. more pain <3#ANYWAY!!!!! sorry again if i got carried away theorizing and thank you for asking me this anon!!!!#hope you're having a wonderful day!!!!! 💜#last twilight the series#m: ask
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something stupid - george karim x gn!reader
a/n: ive got a long ass idea so this is gonna become a series
warnings: mentions of violence, probably super ooc, unedited(started writing it an hour ago and i am now posting it), curse words
(based on the show bc ive only read the first book and it was like 5 years ago)
George disliked a fair few things in this world, two of them being: people who got in his way and not having essentials stocked up.
Currently, he was facing both of these issues.
“Are you walking slow on purpose because it fucking seems like it!”
A group of a dozen or so teens(all around the ages of 13 or 14, which really wasn’t all that younger than him but god, it didn’t feel like it) had taken it upon themselves to fill the entire pathway as they walked, making it impossible for George to manoeuvre around them in any way, shape or form. He’d just wanted to go to the shops to pick up some flour, eggs and milk. A quick fifteen minute trip, now slowly-so fucking slowly, these kids were lucky he’d not brought his rapier with him-turning into a thirty minute trip.
It had taken him ten whole minutes more than usual to get to the shops. Fifteen minutes gone and he still hadn’t bought what he needed yet.
As he was walking towards the dairy isle he heard a small, albeit a little bit shrill, yell of panic before he was promptly slammed to the floor by a blurry mass of weight.
“Fuck me, I am so sorry. God this is so embarrassing, I might as well just fucking dissolve into the floor at this point. Far out, are you okay?” The person who’d run into him had almost immediately stood back up, offering a hand to pull George back up. A bit winded, George accepted the hand.
When his feet found themselves back on stable, solid ground he met the eyes of his assailant.
Oh, shit. Shit. They were, to put it eloquently, fucking gorgeous. His brain emptied of all thoughts but the blaring siren of ATTRACTIVE PERSON ALERT repeating in his head. He urged himself to say something, anything at all.
“Hi.” Wow, truly poetic and captivating. “Don’t worry about it, it’s all fine.” He smiled a hopefully not too wide smile and quirked his shoulders up in a half shrug.
“If you say so. I ran into you kinda hard stranger.”
“Oh, my name’s George.” he supplied, happily and helpfully. His heart melted at the grin he received.
“Y/N. Is there anything I can do to make up for that?”
“Really, it’s fine, you don’t need to worry about me.”
“Okay then! If that’s the case I really must be going now.” their smile dropped a bit, George could only hope it was because they’d enjoyed this short and sweet interaction. “I really hope to see you again!”
And just like that they were gone, leaving him standing stunned. He really hoped so too.
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I just finished a wonderful fanfiction called There’s Comfort at the Bottom of a Swimming Pool and I can’t find if the author has a tumblr but uh here is the fic.
I got a little idea in my head and decided to try writing something for the first time uhm. Ever? I’ve just read like 200+ Steddie fanfictions so my head is full. So uh please be nice oh god this is terrifying. Tell me if there are typos though I wrote this directly into tumblr on my phone at work cause the idea wouldn’t leave me alone. Huge shout out to the author for an amazing story that literally made me laugh and cry and feel all the things oh my god.
Essentially steve didn’t know who he was or what he liked and he and Eddie were on a break figuring themselves out and Gareth wrote Steve a list of stuff to try. The author talked about art, guitar, bird watching etc etc. He likes guitar with its rules to follow even though he sucks at it. Visual art is too Freeform. Too much room for his self doubt to creep in and it makes him frustrated.
Steve decides he will try ballet. He liked physical activity even if he had hated sports.
Goes to a beginner class with mostly young girls but the teacher is nice. He even wears the tights. He knew he could’ve gone for ballroom or even swing but he didn’t want to dance with a partner he just wanted to dance for himself.
So he goes in the right clothes, and he bonds with the kids. Helps the boys know that dance doesn’t hurt their masculinity, tries to be a better example than he had.
He gets pretty good. Not professional or anything but good enough that he goes all the way up to intermediate level classes. They even ask him to help teach and he loves helping and playing with the kids.
He doesn’t tell anyone about it for a while. He’s not ashamed he just wants something for himself. He still prefers cooking and baking for the family but this is a close second. A hobby outside their little group where he can focus on himself a little.
When he and Eddie are gonna move to Indy he has to tell the tiny Hawkins studio he’s leaving. They’re all sad to see him go and even throw him a little going away dance party with mini performances from the kids. He brings Eddie and Robin who invites Nancy to come with (thru makes a special trip on a weekend even though the distance sucks), and the whole family. Joyce and Hopper, Will, El, Jonathan, Wayne, Dustin, Lucas, Max and even Mike asks if he can come. Mike has loosened up a bit more finally even though he’s still a little shit.
He didn’t tell them at first but Steve had put together a little farewell performance as well. Included all of the students he’s worked with over the past few months. Everyone is stunned into silence before the applause breaks out. Eddie is completely speechless. He almost looks like a cartoon with his jaw lax and eyes big. He finally snaps out of it and gets a huge proud grin on his face and Steve feels his heart swell and the nerves he didn’t know he had fade away.
He decides to open a small studio in Indy. He reaches out to other ballet studios and finds the kids who struggle to afford lessons and gives them lessons for free. Or if they insist on paying he asks them to donate resources to local charities. He doesn’t need the money, he has his government hush money after all. He doesn’t tell the parents that though, just tells them he makes enough to do this.
Eddie continues giving guitar lessons. He does get paid by the shop but he gives most of it back buying sheet music and accessories for himself and his students.
One day Eddie looks at Steve and asks him if he’s thought about getting a bigger studio space. Steve is confused and Eddie looks a little shy at first but mentions that he would love to combine their efforts and make a music studio/dance studio hybrid. Steve spins him around excitedly and they start looking for studio space immediately. They even start combining ballet and metal and do some select classes and performances where eddie plays and Steve and the kids dance. It’s not ground breaking but it’s fun and the kids laugh and jump and Steve’s never felt happier than when he glances over at Eddie to see his big manic grin while he plays for he kids.
Eddie’s niece April even tries a few classes. She doesn’t like dance but she likes to play bass. She gets good enough that she plays for performances and classes at the studio with Eddie sometimes.
Steve watches and thinks to himself that this is family. This is love and support. It took him a long time to get here. He’s still not perfect or fully healed. He’s not sure he ever will be. Will never like fireworks, will always jump when a light flickers unexpectedly, and will probably have nightmares for the rest of his life. But he’s here. He built himself from the ground up so that he could be his own person and made space in that life for more.
Oh and Eddie does convince him to go swing dancing on a special night at a gay bar.
#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#ficlet#kinda#I have never written any fanfiction please be nice to me
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ACVI is probably the widest disconnect between the degree to which I feel good at the game and the degree to which I like the overall feel of the game I've ever experienced, with Ultrakill as a runner-up.
I've only just gotten to the end of Chapter 1. I got bopped for getting greedy in CH2M1 and going for combat logs on those Tetrapods while being too scared to take resupplies out of fear that I'd get locked into that room before finding everything, and haven't really attempted that one since because frankly I'm gonna need to devise a build with more ammo first, while also just buying out half the shop in general so I don't get stuck without an easy way to overwhelm a boss again. ("oh look at me i beat Balteus with shotguns you don't need pulse weapons to do it" well i didn't have those either, genius)
Now factor in my job, the fact I'm going for a trip this weekend, and my sheer executive dysfunction, and I don't anticipate to get anywhere close to the end for a few months.
It makes me think about why I tend to shy away from games I know to be hard, you know? One definite factor is that beating something hard is just not satisfying to me. The way people describe the feeling of a boss being a pain in the ass enhancing the feeling of winning is alien to me. I feel bad during the attempts and I almost feel worse when I beat it. I get mad and cuss it out as it goes down, far from the usual reaction you see from people who like that sort of thing.
On top of that I'm never sure if I got good or if I got lucky. I don't think I'd suddenly be able to do what I did again- and I swear I straight-up glitched Balteus because while it brought the flamethrowers out at 50% HP the winning run didn't see it pop assault armor until it was at like 25%, and I two-cycled the thing. Ultrakill, Claire de Soliel on Violent, my approach essentially got patched out with the harder weapon freshness rules now. Marauder, all that time ago, yeah I ate too many hits, with only a few successful attempts at sidestepping as I stood at optimal range with the SSG out- would not have flown on any higher difficulty. At least ACVI doesn't make me have to wrap my brain around constant weapon switching, though, but the fact that I tend to play all at once without taking breaks until I'm done, out of fear that I'll forget tricks I do pick up, probably also isn't helping my performance or my mood. I stayed up for like three hours on Balteus, it just wasn't fun.
After the AH12 I felt great, that was like three attempts. Juggernaut went down in two, that optional Tetrapod was like three, and I was shredding every conventional AC I found. I kinda joined into the meme of "the Souls fans don't know how to comprehend a vertical axis." That, I feel, is kind of true. Flight is an adjustment that came naturally to me because it's just part of the games I play the most. I felt vindicated that a group I saw as acclimated to hard games was hitting a rut when they encountered a challenge I dealt with on the regular. But from everything I hear, it's almost like having an easy time with the Helo and Juggernaut, and even Sulla, who I chewed up and spat out in a matter of seconds, is almost an indicator of how bad you're gonna do on Balteus.
It's here that it all caught up to me. I can flaunt how the movement fits me like a glove, but anyone who's just used to hard games in general has a lot that I don't. Reaction times, adaptability, planning, tilt-resistance, and, of course, fucking mindset- the ability to enjoy the gauntlet, or at least to walk away and come back refreshed.
I don't have these, and I don't think I can learn them.
This is kind of where the shitty difficulty discourse we've been in for ten years breaks apart. Souls games initially seemed like a mix of just not looking like my type of game on a functional level, and too hard for me to approach, and with what looked like little reward for a lot of struggling, I simply didn't. With how popular they are, it eventually hit me that they actually do look really fun when they're not pushing your nose into the dirt. I wanna play them in some context where I can be kept from getting mad, streaming them with friends or something (unfortunate that the one that looks the most appealing to me is also currently the least accessible).
Here comes ACVI, which I knew was gonna be hard but, hey, at least it closes the other side of that equation, maybe I'll have fun losing or even "git gud" and have some talent to show for it. Then Balteus made me feel fucking ill and I just don't know anymore. I kinda just want to go back to drawing for the last few hours of this weekend, but I'm afraid I'll never finish it if I do. Maybe a more functional version of me would see that break as exactly what she needs to come back and crush it but with the brain I have here and now that's not happening and this is at serious risk of becoming a second Signalis situation.
#armored core#armored core 6#ac6#fires of rubicon#rant post#am i putting too much of my self worth on a fucking video game? i might be. iunno.
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WIP TITLE GAME
RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Tagged by @zahnie - thank you omg!!
From most recently worked on to least (roughly):
(I tend to be pretty literal with these for the most part, if they don't already have a title)
destiel fix it fic - draft 2: is what it says on the tin. I will get to chipping at the end of this godforsaken series, so hELP ME. I do have a fancy lil summary though (this could get edited later but y'know!!):
“What are you doing? Dean, no–!”
“You asked me to stop you. So I’m stopping you.”
( As promised, the Empty came for Castiel when his soul called. When it sang a happiness so profound that nothing else could possibly contain it. But Dean wasn’t ready to let go – and if you were to ask him, he’d swear he had failed Cas one too many times. So when the time came, he sank right down with him. )
Chuck could’ve called it, really. But there’s no biblical preparation for their journey through the Empty.
It’s all up to them, now, while Sam and Jack (and friends) race to undo Chuck’s damage to the world.
Alternating POV.
15x18 CODA/Fix-It Fic for end of 15x18/15x19 & beyond
[15x20 who is she lmao]
destiel theatre bitches AU: an incredibly self-indulgent AU where Dean and Castiel are professors for a theatre department at a (made-up) small liberal arts school somewhere in Kansas. Cas is a new arrival to the department who's making waves (and suggesting some batshit shows for production), Dean's the gruff and well-loved scene shop head/tech professor who doesn't like his toes getting stepped on (jk yes he does), and they're gonna be soooo normal about it (me when i lie).
nearly everyone and their mom is in this AU. we have fun here
Welcome to Purgatory: an original work (longform)! a story inspired by my time interacting with SPN/with other horror-fantasy adjacent medias, some characters I've had for 1000 years, and just - fucking around and finding out. I def tried to NaNoWriMo it before, to no such luck, so I just chip at it on my own time. I've got a running tag for it if you're ever interested!
(old summary)
Jules Herrick went missing without a trace in the early nineties, and his hunting partner, Simon Villanova, never saw him again.
We jump ahead about twenty-five years and realize why he should’ve stayed missing.
Victor and Amelia are two childhood friends separated by time and responsibility, reuniting for what should be a normal road trip under less fortunate circumstances - the death of a mutual friend. However, the trip is quickly derailed by a strange pursuer that sends them on the run, and into action.
The people who catch up with them to help are not what they expect. The lives their families have led were kept from the two for safety. But between a rogue demon, its lost hellhound, and a secret organization hunting down the missing man and his cohorts, one question must be asked:
What does Jules Herrick want with the end of the world, as they know it?
go catch a sunset (stanford-era dean/the outsiders bullshit): a Stanford-era Dean fic (which has 2 chapters up!) that I sort of use as my lil swimming pool for figuring ideas out? Mostly just speculation and big character thoughts on that very vulnerable time. I'm v much looking forward to introducing both Bobby and Cassie soon, getting some Winchester drama, and picking at those good backstory characters.
mama barracuda (WIP title - eldritch horror type shit): an original work (short story). "There's a monster in the woods, just off the beaten path from Hope's home. She isn't the first to be trapped into position of Keeper for the Barracuda of the Backwoods, but she is the first - in a very long time - to truly understand her. They call her Mama."
So essentially - monster collects teeth for her own rotting mouth. Sisyphean effort on the Keeper's part. Symbiotic parasite/mother-daughter type shit. LOTS TO UNPACK.
honorable mention: a bunch of plays and other lil bits that would take me too long to describe <333
tagging: @subtlefires, @disabled-dean , @butchabouttown, @luckshiptoshore , and anyone who wants to play!
(this includes all my friends who may see this and go "hey i have wips". give it to me. i want to see it)
#tag game#writing stuff#original work#fanfic#elliot rambles#tagged: zahnie#supernatural#welcome to purgatory
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12 Days of Christmas: December 22
@12daysofchristmas @zsjaywhite
Title: Cursed Road Trip Gone Right
Theme: December 22 (Travel)
Fandom/Character: Matt Jackson
Warnings: Some mature content, not a lot, still there.
Word Count: 1227
❄ I don’t own any of the GIFs or Photos in this.
❄ This is my first time writing any kind of adult content. Even though its not a lot, I’m still unsure of writing it.
Amelia’s POV:
After Dynamite and the taping of Rampage, Matt had the bright idea that he and I should drive back home instead of flying, including Nick and Brandon. So we checked out of our hotel and started our drive home. The drive started out pretty good, but after sunrise the rental car started smoking. Matt called us a tow truck, who towed us to a garage in a cute little town. At the garage, they told us it would only take a few hours for them to repair the car and they’d call us when it was finished. Matt went outside to call the rental place and let them know about the car. They ended up paying for the repairs since they had forgotten to do maintenance on it before we rented it. So while we waited, we went to the diner across the street and got breakfast, then did a little shopping at the cute little shops the town had. I ended up finding a few more small things for friends and family for presents.
When the garage finally called and let us know they were done with the car, I already had several shopping bags and so did Matt. We got back onto the road, only stopping for lunch and to get gas. We’d been driving another few hours when it started to snow. It had started out light, but then started getting heavier the longer we drove. Not wanting to drive in the snow while it was dark, I pulled off the highway in search of a hotel. Finding one, we got lucky that they still had vacancies. Unloading the car, we took all our bags up to our room and got ourselves situated for however long we would be there. Looking at Matt, I could tell he felt guilty about all of this as he talked to Nick and let him know what was going on. So I decided to make the best out of a bad situation. Looking out the window, I saw the snow was still not that bad to drive in, so I grabbed the car keys and the room key, then waited until Matt was off the phone. I only had to wait a few more minutes for him to finish.
“I’m gonna head to the Target across the street while it's not too bad out and get us some food and other essentials we’ll need. If you can think of anything, text me and I’ll grab it. I shouldn’t be gone more than thirty minutes.” I told him.
“Alright. I’m gonna call Mom and Dad then I think I’m gonna get a shower.” Nodding, I went over and kissed him before heading out the door.
Getting to the store, I went in and grabbed a cart. Heading to the food first, I didn’t get much knowing we could order room service. My next stop was getting some more shampoo, conditioner, and body wash for us. Grabbing what we used at home, I started to make my way to the when I came across the lingerie section. I couldn’t help but smirk as I looked to see if I could find anything Matt would like. Finding a set he’d like, I grabbed my size and made my way to check out. Paying, I headed out to the car and saw the snow storm had gotten heavier, I put everything in the car. Spotting a Starbucks, I made a quick stop there getting Matt a coffee and me a hot chocolate, then heading back to the hotel. Pulling the car to a stop in the hotel parking, I grabbed all the bags and our Starbucks then quickly went inside. Getting to our room, I got the door open and got everything in. Hearing the shower still going, I grabbed the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash then went and gave them to Matt.
“Thanks babe. I’ll be out in a few minutes then we can order something for dinner from room service.”
Letting him finish his shower, I went back into the main room and started putting everything away. When I got to the bag with Matt’s surprise, I hid it in my luggage. Right as I got my bag zipped up, Matt came out of the bathroom wearing just a pair of shorts, running a towel through his hair. I couldn’t help but stare, which of course he caught me as soon he was done with the towel.
Chuckling at me, Matt shook his head and grabbed the room service menu. “What sounds good to you?” We looked over the menu and decided what we wanted. While we waited, Matt did his hair and I ordered the food. He came back out from the bathroom and joined me on the bed to watch the random Christmas movie I had found. Not even 30 minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Matt got up and got food, tipping the guy. Eating our food, I waited until the movie was done before going and taking a shower while Matt put on another movie, sneaking in the bag of lingerie without him noticing.
Getting out of the shower, I wrapped the towel around my body and blow dried my hair then put a few curls in it to make it wavy. I put on the lingerie and opened the door. Matt was already in bed and had turned the tv off and was on his phone, so I cleared my throat to gain his attention. He glanced up before looking back down at his phone. Dropping his phone, he slowly looked back up at me. I could see his eyes darken as I walked towards the bed. When I was at arms length, he threw off the covers and pulled me on top of him and kissed me. As he deepened the kiss, he rolled so I was under him. Reaching down, I slid my hand under his shorts and started to stroke him. Matt pulled away and burying his head into my neck, moaning out.
“Fuck, Amelia. Keep going.” The rest of the night, our room was filled with moans.
Waking up the next morning, we looked out the window and saw that it had cleared up enough that we should be able to drive the rest of the way home. We showered together, to try to save time, but that ended up turning into another round of sex. We finally got checked out, and stopped to get breakfast to go from Starbucks then finally got back on the road home. It was late afternoon when we pulled into our driveway. We got everything in the house and put away. While I was putting our dirty laundry in the washer, I heard Matt on speaker phone with Nick.
“Yea, we made it home fine with no more issues.” I heard Matt tell Nick.
“So next time you won’t be driving home from a show right?” Nick asked him.
“Oh, I can guarantee we will definitely be doing that again. Especially after last night.”
“Don’t you dare tell him what happened.” I yelled back at Matt from the laundry room.
I heard Matt chuckle, and couldn’t help but agree with him, this would definitely be happening again. Just as long as it wasn’t right before Christmas and it wasn’t snowing.
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Hey, I know you've probably got a million of these, but your works are amazing and I'd love to see your take on this idea if you're interested: Peter 1 is refusing to go to sleep for Peter 2 and it has something to do with Peter 3. But why? (You can go as angsty as an unsolved argument or reoccurring nightmare, or as lighthearted as waiting for Peter 3 to come back from something or Peter 1 wants Peter 3 to tuck him in :) ). Would love to see what you come up with. Have a great night/day!
Thank you!! This is an old ask, but i had so much writing this one, I wanted to give Peter the 10000 million percentage of chaotic and mischievous lil brother, poor Peter 2 :o I hope you guys love it!! 💕
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Peter 2 has never felt more wrung out in his life.
Well, maybe that was an understatement. Spider manning at 40 does put a damper on his body, along with keeping a full time job and responsibilities of being a husband to his famous wife model…okay well he’s been through worse.
But right now, he goes through the mental checklist of why he doesn’t want to have kids at the moment and why MJ somewhat agreed.
“Petey, come on, it’s getting late and you need to go to bed. Remember, we don’t get big and strong from junky food and cartoons.”
Peter 1, who was fully decked out in matching pieces of Star Wars pj’s, only turned briefly to face his older counterpart. His cheeks were absolutely stuffed with popcorn and he had soda dribbling down his face. With a shake of a head and wide brown puppy eyes, Peter One turned back around to his cartoon marathon.
Peter Two also didn’t want to be dubbed thee as “Snitch Brother.”
“I don’t wanna be a downer, but, I’ll tell Otto...”
“Okay, but you do know I’m an adult, right?” Peter 1 stuffed a Twinkie in his mouth as he licked the frosting off his now Cheeto covered fingers, having Peter 2 gag inside. “I’ve stayed up past 12 fighting bad guys before, dude. I’m okay.”
“Maybe, but not when you’re gonna go on a 12 hour road trip. Come on Pete, Three is gonna be upset if you don’t play punchies with us in the car tomorrow morning. Hey, I got an idea! What if I tuck you in? You always like it when Three does it, I could do it for a change!”
Two’s eyes widened when he only received a raspberry in return, the TV getting louder in volume as the remote turned it up.
Okay, that’s it. He tried to be civil.
Peter 2 immediately turned off the TV with a shot of his web and immediately wrapped Petey up, trapping the boy in his webs as he squirmed. He picked up the wiggling bundle and quickly headed to their shared room.
Yeah, he should have done this WAY earlier.
Peter 2 closed the door with his foot and gently propped the boy on the bed. He didn’t know why Peter One was acting so weird. He usually gave up on staying up after Three offers to tuck him in personally.
“Uncalled for,” Peter One grunted as he wiggling. “Eww, you wrapped my popcorn in here. Now it’s gonna taste like.. guts or something.”
“Or maybe regular fiber, which essentially that’s all my webs is, bud.” Two quickly picked up the little bundle and cradled it. “Anyways, you gotta go to sleep Petey. It’s late.”
Petey just sighed. “You’re…you’re right man. I’m sorry.” The boy yawned and attempted to stretch. “M’ just mad you always treat me like a little kid.”
“Well..sometimes it doesn’t help you act like one Petey. Plus, comes in the description of your brother role,” Two softened as he held a bit tighter. “Okay, let’s go to bed.”
Unwrapping the youngest and sending him off to brush his teeth, Peter Two checked his phone. No texts from Peter Three, who was actually working a late shift at a nearby pizza shop. First day on the job and Two was the one who looked more worried.
When Peter Two tried to tuck a blanket around One, he gently pushed his hand away.
“I’m good, Peter. See you & Peter Three tomorrow.” The boy turned from his side of their combination of a nest and a bed and started to snore.
Ah. Finally, mission accomplished!
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2 hours later.
“Petey, I’m seriously deciding whether to ground you instead of Otto. I thought you went to bed!” Two whined, feeling himself almost drifting back to sleep.
Jeez, can’t this kid rest?
Peter One was now jumping on the couch quietly giggling in their shared living room. The oldest did considered the fact the kid just ate whole lots of junk and soda..so there was possibility that he’s in a sugar rush that could last..all. Day.
Or. All. Night. 12:30 AM!!
“M’not tired! You guys should have totally hid all the root beers for me-
“I’m legit going to ground you-
A key jiggling and a door knock silenced them both.
“Heyyy, could someone open the door? I can hear my favorite bros are up!”
“Three!” One jumped excitedly as he opened the door, hugging his older brother tightly as he closed the door.
“You took forever to come back, man! What happened?” The little one shot a wide look at his older brother.
“Well, I took a bit of overtime. Thought the extra money would be worth what we might spend on the trip tomorrow. Anyways, come on bud, let’s go to bed.” Peter 3 unexpectedly picked up Peter 1 and carried him to the room.
Peter 2 just followed, rubbing his tired eyes. “I don’t think you’re gonna get that far Three, I’ve been trying to get him to sleep all night, I’m so tired and he’s just been-
As Two rambled, Peter 1 snickered as he jumped into their shared nest bed, Three looking fondly at the youngest and wrapping him in a blanket. “You’ve been giving him trouble little man?”
“Hey, I’m not little. And Uhh..no?” Petey felt himself calm from the adrenaline, a calloused gentle hand ruffling through his chestnut curls. “I just missed you a lot.” He made a whispering gesture.
“I really like your tucking in methods than Two’s.”
“I knew it!” Three chuckled as he kept ruffling the youngest curls, a fond look settling in his eyes as he watched Petey yawn and curl into the blanket. “It’s the humming, huh? I always think music works best when sleeping.”
Petey nodded slowly as he grabbed Three’s hand, a sleepy goodnight barely making its way out of his mouth before the boy fell into a world of sleep. Three planted a small kiss on his head as he prepared for bed as well. He made sure to start humming to keep the youngest asleep.
“And then he kicked me in my sleep! I think my reflexes are getting slower, then- what?” Two noticed the sleepy spider in the bed. “How did…why is he suddenly…” he did another double take.
Where was the very energetic and chaotic baby brother..and why is he SUDDENLY asleep?
“Hey! It took me forever to get him to actually for real sleep! How did you…?”
“I think you need to step up your tucking in game, dude.”
#moonlightcrusader#tobey maguire#peter parker#spiderman#spiderman no way home#tom holland#andrew garfield#no way home#spider bros#oneshot
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12/5/22
"Tomorrow is rest, recovery, fun and maybe plant-shopping." NOPE. Today was frenetic productivity!
Today, I took the new cerium oxide compound out for a spin. It doesn't make a huuuuge difference compared to my 3K sanding pad, but I think it makes some kind of impact. I spent a few hours taking a piece of rose quartz I had started at the old house and beveling the edges to a polish finish on the floor while chugging coffee. It went spectacularly! I'm very happy with the final product!
I ordered Applebee's delivery, which I haven't had in a very long time, and I really enjoyed it. The whole night had big vibes of art nights in college (most nights), getting that kind of American cuisine stuff and working on the floor in a studio space, with the smell of coffee and incense in the air. I started to bevel the edges of what I thought previously was petrified wood, but turns out is Tiger's Eye, but it was getting late so I delayed it for now.
I shopped on Etsy for some stuff for the house - bath mat, shower curtains, essential oils and a diffuser. I'm much happier shopping over there than on Amazon, I mean that sincerely. I would much rather pay a few bucks more to get a better product from someone who cares than some cheap mass produced shit from a factory in China. I mean that at a very real level, and I feel like if I want others to buy my stuff... I should set an example by practicing what I preach.
I took a short bath, ordering the stuff in the bath on my phone. Because I'm the genius that takes his phone into the bath with him... And... I forgot to actually checkout the order, so I'm gonna do that right now! Cool, god knows when that's showing up but I'm glad I took initiative and got it. I'm going to probably order some more stuff off Amazon anyway. I just... have been struggling with confidence lately, social anxiety has been taking the driver's seat a lot. But today... today has been different.
I caught up on sleep really well! Maybe that was a big part of it? Finding a sense of conflict resolution and having plans for uncertain things in my future, that was huge. Having no pressure today, probably the biggest boon.
I'm gravitating towards two points that want me to talk about them. Two YouTube discoveries, one new and one rediscovered. The first was How To ADHD. This literally brought me to tears several times. Let's take a quick time-warp trip - join me, won't you? The year is 2004 or 2005 - work with me here, it was a while ago... I had failed out of my first semester of college, hid in my room during winter break alone during a blizzard and fled my college before the next semester because the college "requested" that I not return... I had a GPA of 0.5, because I suffered some severe traumas, stopped going to class, stopped interacting with people and just holed up in my room all day every day. I have no idea how no one knew or cared, I had a fucking roommate for God's sake. But alas, that was my story. So, they asked me not to come back. My mom wanted me to go to a college that was for people who had different learning styles. I just nodded my head and grumbled and went along with it, I had no clue what to do. My first night in the dorm there, I was sharing a room with 3 other people and one of the other kids brought his girlfriend back to spend the night and it set off even more PTSD shit for me and I just flat-out requested I get a single-room or I was not fucking going there. Of course, I wasn't able to articulate my reasoning on this in my larval stage, so no one had any clue why suddenly I just refused to have shared housing... Needless to say, that didn't pan out. If they were triple-booking rooms... they didn't have other housing options. I ditched that place pretty quick.
But, the reason I'm telling this story! I had to take a mental health exam thing as part of my pre-registration shit or whatever. It was in the basement of some woman's house, it was weird, really long boring tests in silence. I hope I have the timeline of this right, I'm pretty damn certain that's when this happened. Well, that was when I got my first diagnosis - now that I think of it, it might have been a confirmation of a prior diagnosis? But it was like, the real deal. I was diagnosed with Inattentive ADD. Which is now classified as a variant of ADHD. I think I was like... 18? So... 18 years later, an entire lifetime later, I look at myself in the mirror and I say to myself. "I have ADHD." And for some reason it hits a lot harder than saying "I have PTSD, I have Depression, I have a Social Anxiety Disorder." It just feels like a different breed of animal for some reason.
I have flat-out been rejecting this as bullshit and nonsense and "how could that be me?" for absolutely no reason for almost 2 decades. And I think I'm finally ready to give myself permission to have ADHD. Because it explains a lot. Like... why it took me 2 1/2 paragraphs to get from "I saw a YouTube video" to "I have ADHD." And why all my shit is in piles all over my house. And why I absolutely suck at executive functioning. And why I felt like this chick was talking specifically to me in her videos, and I'm like "oh shit, I came up with that trick to bypass my annoying brain, too!"
So, there was that, and then later in the night I reconnected with Adam Duff aka LucidPixul, a phenomenally talented artist and a kindred soul. Hearing him speak really gave me a similar feeling, a big trend for the day. Self-acceptance. Remembering who I am, embracing who I am and loving who I am. Allowing myself to be who I am. I passed his wisdom along to my Mom.
Then I set up my rent to be auto-paid, which is a big pat on the back to me that I didn't let it slip my mind. Then I worked on wire-wrapping a piece that I plan to make for my Mom. This did NOT go well. I have a vague idea what to do but I fucked up enough times that the wire is just kinda mangled and I think I'm going to have to start over. It's okay. Not every piece is gonna be S-tier first try. I'll try to get back at it tomorrow evening or maybe the day after.
Tomorrow is gonna be road-trip day. And kitty at the new home alone for the first time day. And wait for the maintenance people to either show up or call me - hopefully call me - at god knows what time and reschedule with them for Tuesday. This is hard to write because Max keeps trying to drink the water I was using for sanding, which she really shouldn't drink because it has rose quartz dust in it. But I'm pretty much done anyway.
Big day tomorrow, hope it goes smoothly. I get to finally decide whether I work on the skull or not! Yay!
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Take Care of Everything
This is my first ever fic for a writing challenge omg I’m so excited! Huge congratulations to @balenciagabucky for hitting 3K followers!! That’s such a huge milestone and thank you for organising such a fun challenge! So excited to read the rest of the submissions 💗 @dulceslibrary
Pairing: Personal Assistant! Bucky Barnes x Lawyer! Reader
Word Count: 3.5k maybe?
Summary: There’s only one thing in your life that your PA doesn’t take care of
Warnings: Smut, praise kink, pet names, protected sex (go me for writing something safe sex for a change), court mention, lil fluff, mile high club
Minors, do not interact.
“Un-fucking-believable.” You couldn’t stop the roaring boil of the blood in your veins, storming out of the court room with your long black gown billowing behind you. Being one of the top barristers in the country brought it’s fair share of high profile cases but this one had got on every last nerve in your body and you were out of patience.
The case itself wasn’t the problem. The issues were straightforward enough and applying law to fact, at the most basic level, your client had done nothing wrong. It should have been essentially cut and dry. The problem was the opposing council and the lack of intervention from the judge.
The prosecution had torn your witness to shreds. You had tried to warn the poor woman beforehand, as you did with every client, but on the stand, she had just crumbled under such an intense and downright ignorant line of questioning.
It shouldn’t have even been allowed in the first place. The judge should have stepped in and clipped the opposing council’s wings but the damage was already done and now you would have to pick the pieces up when court resumed on Monday.
“How did it go?” Your personal assistant must have been leaning outside the courtroom door for who knows how long, his suit somehow as neat and pristine as always, despite the fact it was the end of the day.
“Fucking dreadful, Terry was an asshole to Andrea and she lost it. Should’ve known he’d pull shit like that, he’s always a cunt on Friday evenings.” You practically spat the words out, heels clicking on the floor as you made your way down the marble hall to collect your things and begin to put an end to this miserable week.
Part of you almost wanted to laugh at how Bucky had developed the skill of being able to keep up with your pace without even having to look up from his blackberry. That only came from years of practice.
“Terry loves playing with fire. Fuck him. If anyone can put him in his place on Monday, it’s you.” Bucky still hadn’t taken a second to pull his nose up from his phone, his steps landing in perfect time with yours until you reached the chamber at the end of the hall, throwing the heavy wooden door open in front of you. Bucky filtered in behind you of course, closing the door behind him before slipping his phone neatly into his pocket.
“Thought your doctor warned you about your blood pressure? You gotta calm down.” Bucky’s face showed he was genuinely concerned, his eyebrows knitted together in disdain but there was nothing new there. He had worked for you for years now and truth be told, he was damn good at his job, not to mention the fact he was the closest thing to a friend your busy schedule allowed you to have.
“I’ll calm down when I’m dead. We need to get to the airport if we’re going to make that flight for the convention.” You pulled your wig off, setting it neatly into the little wooden closet before removing your gown, hanging it up alongside the other worn ones from earlier in the week so they could all be dry cleaned and back in the closet for Monday.
“It’s a private jet honey, it can’t leave without you.” Bucky laughed softly, knowing you were worked up and hoping a little joke would ease the tension.
You had to admit, you were so thankful for Bucky. He was devoting the prime of his life to making sure you had everything you needed, your life only felt so seamless because Bucky made it that way. He didn’t just manage your calendar and fetch you coffee like any other PA, he lived and breathed you. He went everywhere with you, crashing in your spare room at least three nights a week because you had both worked yourselves to exhaustion. He never missed anything. He had a solution for every problem, nothing was too big for him to tackle and given the chance, you two could absolutely take over the world one day. You confided in him, and he in you, getting to know every tiny detail of his life in the past few years, right down to that fact that neither of you had seen your family or been on a date in months. Hell, he’d went as far as buying you a packet of batteries one Monday after a particularly long and stressful court hearing.
“Here, got you these.” He had smiled mischievously as he handed them over to you, chuckling a little at your confused expression. “For your vibrator. Looks like it’s gonna be a long week.” You took them gratefully, joking with him that you really would need them, tucking them into your handbag and damn were they appreciated. The following morning he had asked how you had got on and you could only laugh. You didn’t tell him how thoughts of him had come into your head right as you had gotten close. Similarly, you didn’t tell him how painfully intense your orgasm had been when you imagined him on the bed with you, watching you come apart against the plastic toy. You could just picture his hungry gaze, watching how your body gushed as you released, nipples pebbled from arousal and your lips parted, a single whimper of his name escaping you as you rode out your high.
No, that was a little secret you would keep to yourself. He didn’t need to know your dirtiest fantasies. He was an employee. An employee that often arrived at your bedroom door shirtless and smirking, holding a stack of freshly made pancakes on the mornings he stayed over at yours but an employee nonetheless.
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The cab ride to the airport would have been silent if it hadn’t been for the gentle tapping of your thumbs and Bucky’s racing over your respective phone screens. You had at least two dozen emails left to reply to and your eyelids were beginning to get heavy, the body heat radiating from Bucky in the cab’s back seat making you drowsy. You took a second, squeezing your eyes shut to force away the tiredness before going back to typing relentlessly.
The trip to the airport was short, Bucky had competed the preflight checkin so you essentially stepped straight onto the plane, taking a seat by the window, with Bucky taking the one opposite you. Takeoff was smooth as always, your phones picked back up as soon as it was safe to do so. But with the glowing screen came a fresh wave of drowsiness, your eyelids threatening to close of their own accord.
“Shit, Buck did you pack my -“
“Glasses? Left side of your bag, under the tissues.” Bucky finished your sentence for you, not looking up from his phone.
“And my -“
“Eye drops? In your makeup bag.” There it was again. What surprised you most was that Bucky didn’t even need to see you to work out exactly what was wrong.
“Do you really just take care of everything?” You huffed out a little laugh, digging through your bag, finding both your glasses and eye drops exactly where he told you they would be.
“Everything but you.” He chuckled, finally setting his phone down.
“What do you mean ‘everything but me’? All you ever do is take care of me. You organise my shopping and dry cleaning for god’s sake.” The whole notion of Bucky doing anything but taking care of you was just insane because you sure as hell didn’t have time to do any of those things for yourself. That’s what you hired him for after all.
“I didn’t mean like that. I meant like really take care of you. You’re so damn up tight.” You knew by the little chuckle that accompanied his words that he meant it affectionately but it still made you slightly defensive.
“I’m not up tight.” You protested. Normally you would’ve let harmless comments like that slide but the combination of your shitty day and the fact you were so sleepy made it impossible to not seek out conflict. This was the life you were used to after all. A life of treating almost everyone you came across adversarially. It was second nature to you at this point, inside and outside the courtroom.
“Come on, you seem to forget I am your calendar. You think I don’t know you haven’t gotten any in months? You should get laid, that’s all I’m sayin’. Wouldn’t kill you to have an orgasm every once in a while.” The words roll off his tongue like it’s nothing and truth be told, if you were in better form, this would have been a perfectly normal conversation between the two of you. Neither of you were particularly shy when it came to talking about your hookups.
You hated how right he was. You hated that you hadn’t been touched in months and Bucky knew that. You hated that most days, you were too exhausted to bother tending to your own needs. And you hated the warmth spreading through your body at the thought of Bucky finally taking care of you.
“Don’t know Buck, an orgasm might actually kill me with my high blood pressure.” You needed this conversation to turn more light hearted and you needed it fast, before your head became so clouded with need that Bucky picked up on it.
“I mean, I handle everything else for you. Wouldn’t even mind if that became part of my remit.” You almost couldn’t believe how carefree and nonchalant this whole conversation seemed, Bucky hoping you missed how he cock twitched in his trousers. Of course you didn’t. You missed nothing.
“If what became part of your remit?” You quizzed firmly, trying not to give anything away but knowing your eyes had gone big and doe-like, entirely of their own accord. This was a dream come true.
“You. Actually taking care of you. However you need.” His stare was intense, watching you keenly to determine whether he had horrendously overstepped and was about to get fired.
“Why would you even want to?” Your voice carried every single ounce of confusion you were feeling, staring Bucky down with an intensity that mirrored his own in that moment.
“You’re far too smart to act dumb.” He replied softly, knowing it was all or nothing now. If he was getting fired, he might as well be honest. His head tilted downwards, drawing your attention to the bulge growing in his suit trousers. Years worth of need and longing bubbling over all at once.
“If you want this, tell me. If not, that’s fine. But it doesn’t need to be anything romantic. Can be just sex. Whatever you want.” He was doing his very best to stay calm, his brain finally catching up with his mouth and considering that he was now in way too deep to just apologise and about to get his ass handed to him at thousands of feet in the air by one of the best legal minds in the world.
You’d never wanted anything more in your life. It was almost like Bucky was dangling himself in front of you. A piece of meat before a lion that could be snatched away at any second. You weren’t going to give him the chance, professionalism be damned. You were out of your seat and onto his lap in a flash, your pencil skirt hiked up to allow you to bracket his legs in your own.
“Are you sure about this?” Your quizzed softly, giving him one last chance to back out before you lost all self control.
“Do I feel like I’m not sure?” His voice was almost a choked whisper, his hands landing on your hips to press you down against his stiff cock.
You’d never seen him like this before. Horny and needy and losing himself in the feeling of you on top of him after years of fantasies. He had tried to curb the fantasies but his body didn’t allow him to. You were all he could think of on those lonely nights, a hand wrapped around his cock, groans and whimpers escaping until he came over his hand, a cry of your name pulled from his lips. He thought you would never know. And now here he was, the woman of his dreams perched in his lap, asking to be taken care of. Even the filthiest parts of his brain couldn’t have come up with this.
He could never have dreamt how you moved forward so tentatively, your lips hardly even touching his. He was used to seeing you confident, in control, the calmest person under pressure and yet here you were, unsure of yourself for the first time, he imagined, in your life. You both kept your eyes open for a little while, your lips sliding together gently, getting a feel for one another, up until your teeth sank into the plush skin of his bottom lip and an actual groan left him, his eyelids fluttering shut. The sound could’ve made you quiver with need. It was so alarmingly sexy, knowing your huge, sexy PA could be taken apart with the smallest touches. Suddenly, this seemed to be as much, if not more, for Bucky’s benefit than your own.
“Thought this was for me, hm?” Somehow your condescending court voice was pushing him over the edge. You felt one of his hands come up, tangling in your hair while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling your core flush with his clothed cock. He kissed you with a burning intensity that made your head swim and your pussy throb, loving how he was taking control but still hurtling further into a breathless, needy state.
“You’ve no idea how long I’ve thought about this. Didn’t think we’d be joining the mile high club.” He huffed out a little light laugh, using his grip on your waist to help you roll your hips over his growing erection.
“Couldn’t have been thinking about this for as long as I have.” You smiled softly, letting out a little gasp as his cock nudged you just right through your panties that you were sure had been soaked through already. His eyes went wide at your admission, his dick twitching deliciously underneath you.
“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” He whispered, making you laugh at how eager he was.
“I won’t be able to wait until we’re off this plane Bucky. You gonna fuck me right here?” You teased him softly, your faces so close, your tiny hands running down his pristine shirt, toying with the buttons. When you began to graze his chest gently with your nails, it was like a switch flipped inside Bucky. He thrust up against you with a growl loving the yelp you let out, one hand now squeezing your ass, the other massaging your breasts through your blouse.
“Gonna fuck all the stress out of you. Gonna have you leavin’ this plane leakin’ and cockdrunk.” Somehow you didn’t even doubt his words and you had to admit, it did sound quite appealing to give up the control for a while, just letting Bucky take over.
“Gimme all you’ve got Barnes. Gotta make it worth my while or this is gonna be the last time you get the chance.” You couldn’t help but tease him before instantly realising that might have been a mistake, his lips burning hot as they worked against your own, needy, insistent and as always, eager to please.
His mouth was relentless to the point that you found yourself practically dry humping his cock, your hands laced in his hair while his untucked your blouse from your skirt, greedily holding onto any skin he could reach. He tasted of peppermint and coffee, smelt like the expensive aftershave you were so fond of and felt like a man who’s only purpose in life was to make you cum until it hurt.
“Need you. ‘Nside me. Now.” You managed somehow to pant the words out between the fervent slide of his lips over yours, his tongue dipping in to taste you, never wanting this to end.
The feeling of your much smaller hands landing on his belt buckle made him look down but he could’ve cum then and there at the sight that met him. The front of his suit pants were slick with your mess, proof that he wasn’t just dreaming and you really were needing this just as badly as he was.
“You’re so fuckin’ ready for it aren’t you? Look at the mess you’ve made. Why didn’t we do this years ago?” He was groaning, shifting in his seat to help you get his trousers and boxers down. You couldn’t help how you gasped a little at the sheer size of him, his cock thick and long, the head slick with precum, proud veins running up his shaft. He looked Godly. Two firm pumps was all it took to have his head thrown back against the plush leather seat, cursing and bucking against your hand, aching for more.
“I’m sorry Buck, I can’t wait any longer.” You panted, his lips attached to your neck now, kissing, licking and sucking all his frustration into your skin. If there was a time for foreplay, that wasn’t it. Neither of you had the patience right now.
“Thank God, needa feel this pretty pussy.” He all but whispered as you lined him up at your soaking entrance.
“Shit Bucky, you got a condom?” You asked anxiously, stilling yourself at the last second.
“My bag, zip compartment at the front.” He replied quietly and sure enough, that’s exactly where you found a packet. Tearing the wrapper off, you slid it down his length earning another groan from the huge man who was practically shaking beneath you.
“You think of everything.” You giggled, finally beginning to slowly sink yourself down onto him. Your laugh quickly turned into a breathy moan, your breath mingling with Bucky’s and you noticed how he made a very similar noise. You pressed yourself down slowly, your body having to adjust to the stretch.
“So tight, fuck. Shit, never felt a tighter pussy in my life.” He whispered when you were finally seated on top of him. He pulled your skirt out of the way to appreciate just how connected your bodies were in that moment. His cock just seemed to fit perfectly, so snug you could’ve cried as you began to slowly work your hips against his.
“Oh my god Bucky you’re huge.” You should’ve been embarrassed by how high and needy your whine came out but right then and there, you didn’t care.
“It’s all yours sweetheart. Gonna fuck you so good you never need another cock again. Gonna ruin anyone else for you - fuck.” Under normal circumstances you would’ve chastised him for being so overconfident but feeling how his cock nudged your sweet spot perfectly, you thought he might actually be right.
“Gotta fuck you angel, can’t just sit here anymore, ‘s driving me crazy.” He just couldn’t keep himself still any longer, lust burning behind his eyes in a way you had never seen in him before. You lifted yourself up slowly, feeling his length slipping from you, your walls fighting to pull him deeper until you sank back down, taking the whole length at once. The strangled cry that left Bucky was incredible. You repeated your gentle rise and fall, setting a decent pace. Every sharp fall of your hips tore a needy gasp from both of you, the sweetest spot inside you throbbing from the almost constant onslaught. It was everything you craved. Bucky was grasping at every curve of your body, lost in the feeling of your soft skin and the grip of your silky walls and the smell of your shampoo as you rode him, building speed as your pleasure built in your lower belly. The wet sounds escaping where your bodies were joined was nothing short of obscene, only fuelling Bucky to meet each of your thrusts with his own.
“Oh my god, I -oh oh- I can’t, can’t take it Bucky please.” You groaned, manicured fingernails digging into his chest.
“I got you honey. ‘s okay. Gonna take such good care of you when we get to the hotel. Just want you to cum once for me now, okay? Take the edge off. You feel so good wrapped round me. You know what else I can feel? Your pretty pussy is leakin’. Feel you drippin’ down over my balls. Never felt anything so hot in my ‘ntire life.” His fingers fell to your clit, rubbing neatly as if he had been trained to do nothing else. You were on cloud nine, your high so close but not quite there yet.
“Bucky, gonna cum. Oh fuck!” You whined, your orgasm hitting you like a train. You came with a loud cry, eyes squeezed shut, rocking against him more than fucking so his cock stayed buried inside you.
“Shit, how did you get even fuckin’ tighter. ‘M so close.” He whispered against your neck, broken and needy. Your high had all but subsided, aftershocks still pleasantly coursing through you as you went back to letting your hips rise and fall so Bucky could finish. It only took four more well timed thrusts before he was cumming with a shout, pulling you flush against him as his balls emptied into the condom.
You were both spent and sweaty but more satisfied than you could remember being in months, your chest pressed to his as you both came down, craving a little extra affection. Bucky held you for a good few minutes until you felt his cock softening, knowing he really should get cleaned up. You let him slip from you, pulling your skirt down to take your original seat across from him again.
“Gimme a second.” He whispered, kissing your forehead before making his way to the little bathroom, returning a few minutes later looking just as put together as ever, apart from his telltale grin.
“Jesus, we should do that more often.” You smiled quietly when he returned, letting him settle in the chair beside you this time, the dividing arm rest pushed out of the way so you could cuddle as much as possible given the limited space.
“I can’t stop now honey. That pussy is addictive.” He smiled, happy to see you leaning so comfortably up against him but even happier when he heard your soft little snores.
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Hey!
I'm traveling with a group of friends to north greece for a hiking trip (Metsovo, Papigo, Monodendri, Vradeto and we finish with 2 days in Athens.)
I was wondering if you have any tips for our trip,like your last ask...
Thank you!
Ooooooooh these are my kind of places! You're essentially hiking through the Vikos - Aóos National Park and make stops in villages surrounding it. I love this plan.
Like I told the previous Anon, I don't have very specific tips (lol) and since you read my previous answer, I'm gonna approach this answer in a form of similarities / differences:
Similarities:
The food, even more so in your case. This region has a lot of taverns with a strong traditional character. Check tripadvisor. If you eat meat, then you should opt for stews. Try seasonal salads and appetizers with cheese. The whole region of Epirus specializes in cheese and there are many types beyond feta. Check out the shops with local products and herbs.
Having cash on you also applies even more for you as you're going to a more remote, "old school" region.
Differences:
For the aforementioned reason, learn some very basic Greek phrases. You're not gonna have a problem in the hotels and restaurants but in case you need to talk to a local on the road, you never know. I've made a list of basic Greek for travellers here.
You didn't tell me something important; when are you going there? I don't know what type of temperatures you are used to, however you need warm clothes with you. While you hike at noon, you might need to get rid of some layers but as soon as the sun sets, you absolutely need to have clothes that protect from cold / wind. Take also an umbrella with you. The altitude of all these villages you are going are around 950-1350 m (3110 - 4430 ft). In the park there will be various altitude drops and gains, depending on which trail you choose. If you are going in the summer, it should be pleasant, in spring it will be cold. Then again, IMO spring is better because you may get snowy peaks and more flowers. But don't worry this is a place that remains very beautiful all year round. I'm giving you an average climate table for Métsovo, the other places shouldn't be very different. Vradeto could be colder.
© WeatherSpark.com <--- A lot more info there.
Other info:
Since you come from a different country to hike, I bet you are more acquainted with hiking than I am so I don't have much to tell you. Here is a great info page for 24 hiking trails in the region, has many details on length, difficulty, needed equipment, where to leave a car , weather and also whether a trail is well maintained or not (if a "make an account" pops up after a while, simply copy paste the links to a new page).
That would become too long if I recommended attractions for each place separately. I think it's a good idea to search all these places in Tripadvisor or on google with a query like "Metsovo things to do" etc
Alternative idea:
You know, if you haven't entirely fixed your reservations and time schedule yet, I would probably switch Athens for Ioannina. Then again, if you come here for the first time it is understandable to want to see the capital or the ancient landmarks. But if you do it mostly as a city break, consider Ioannina instead. Ioannina is the major city in the region you are visiting. Personally, I would move there on the spot, given the chance. It's 40 minutes from Metsovo. Athens is 4h 40 min from Metsovo. The reason I am suggesting this alternative is because after days of hiking, Ioannina is a much closer and less tiring destination and it is aesthetically more consistent with the rest of your trip. Then again, Athens will provide a stark contrast. Two days aren't much for Athens, stick to Acropolis and the surrounding area, the Acropolis Museum and the National Archaeological Museum. Benakis Museum too if you manage to squeeze it in there. Don´t get concerned about what I said if you really want to see Athens or because you just want to decompress in Athens before getting the plane back home! I only suggested it because it´s closer and worth it too, that´s all.
That's about it! I believe you're gonna love this region!
Astraka towers in Papingo by PANOS ANDREOU on 500px.
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ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + KUGISAKI NOBARA || YOUR FRIENDSHIPS WITH THEM
| featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara from jujutsu kaisen
| warnings : grammar errors, but other than that n/a
| form : headcanons
| published : 19 november
| request : hey hey! i really like your blog's aesthetics and especially your writing! can i order some friendship moments (or an incident, anything!) between first year reader and the main trio?
| barista’s note : hi hi! barista violettelueur is alive and well ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／sorry i haven’t been as active today i was completeing my chemistry mock exam and completing a few study session that i had set up for myself today ʕ – ᴥ – ʔ i’ll try my best to post some pieces today since i can’t leave you guys without your cups of coffee! other than that, i hope the person who requested this enjoys their cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request)
ITADORI YUJI (FEATURING SUKUNA A TINY BIT):
I can’t lie to you, there would probably be a lot of idiotic moments that you have together, that you most likely have to be the sensible one when it is needed.
You know when you hang out with someone, you become dumb like them. Yeah that’s you and Itadori without a single doubt in my mind - but you would still have some common sense lingering in your mind (hopefully)
The both of you will have a lot of movie nights together with the table filled with snacks and fizzy drinks to satisfy your palettes - you both probably plan to have a movie night every Friday.
You would also comment and have full-on discussions on your favourite parts once the movie has ended and probably debate on your favourite characters together.
Manga. You both would always recommend different mangas to each other and that’s the only time you and Itadori have ever allowed someone to borrow a manga book from you.
Yes, both of you would have a lot of trust in each other with your manga books.
And just like with movies, you and Itadori would have deep discussions about your favourite parts, favourite characters and once again have debates here and there.
Sukuna would definitely ask you how and why you are friends with a ‘brat’ like him. Every. Single. Day.
When you and Itadori are training together, expect him to ask a lot of questions during your training session.
Like just random ones on the whim from him wondering what’s he is gonna eat for dinner tonight to seriously asking you how you use your curse energy to do different techniques.
“Y/N what should I eat for tonight? Instant ramen or rice?”
To “How do you use your curse energy to strengthen your legs like that?”
This is also the best time he and you would learn how to fight and cooperate with each other - leading to you and Itadori to drag Gojo-sensei into these sessions from time to time.
There would be times where you and him would fight each other to see what the both of you were lacking - you obviously were lacking in pure strength, like Itadori is just on a different level to that.
There would be times where you have to put him in his place, aka smacking his head or his face to make him wake up or break up his food arguments with Kugisaki.
Overall, expect a lot of chaotic moments with the boy as the mixture with you and him is just pure stupidity and funny moments - he makes you act stupid.
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI:
You and Fushiguro are probably the most sensible out of the first years since Itadori and Kugisaki were already on the chaotic side - if you were not hanging out with Itadori alone.
If you arrived at the school at the same time as him, you would probably be the closest to him as there would always be a feeling of serenity around you.
However, if you can later/the same time around as Kugisaki and Itadori, he would still put his faith and trust in you knowing that both you and him would always have each other’s backs
You and Fushiguro can be in the same room together and not say a single word to each other for hours upon hours - that’s how comfortable you are with each other.
On the other hand, there are times when the both of you would have some deep conversations with each other, talking about anything from his family to your issues - wow you two really trust each other with this type of information.
By the way, his shikigami’s love you - well….expect the one if you know what I mean - as in his divine dogs would act like babies when they’re with you - always brushing up against your leg
Sometimes Fushiguro asks himself if they were really his shikigami’s at this point.
“Focus on the mission Y/N”
“Well I can’t if your dog keeps nudging my hand for me to pet it”
This kind of pointless to do training sessions with you since when he does summon his shikigami, they would just take one look at you and just come up to you for pets and cuddles - yes even the frogs.
So hand to hand combat it is then!
If Fushiguro feels like it’s okay to bring his guard down, he would rest his head on your shoulder to relax or calm himself down after a mission when Ijichi is driving you back to the school.
If both of you had an off day, you and him would most likely go to a nearby coffee shop/cafe (my cafe obviously) and just eat and talk about the most aimless things like Itadori’s love life or what you guys would be doing next after this little meal.
“Why don’t you think Itadori can get a girlfriend?”
“There are posters on his wall that no girl would really like their boyfriend having Y/N”
You and Fushiguro are basically the calm presences within the group, keeping the balance within the first years but to have him as a friend is something that shouldn’t be taken for granted.
KUGISAKI NOBARA:
You and Kugisaki are basically the definition of gossip girls.
Yes, you and Fushiguro do gossip here and there but you and Kugisaki do it to another level.
You and Kugisaki will talk about what you think Gojo-sensei’s type of s/o would be to Kugisaki’s dislike of Mai Zenin.
Expect for a shopping trip every week, from getting new clothes that will probably somehow not be worn until you find it 2 years later or just to admire Tokyo since Kugisaki is from the countryside.
Sometimes you drag both Itadori and Fushiguro to carry your bags or better create some outfits for them - just to spice up their wardrobe a bit.
The two of you would definitely go to every bakery you see, admiring the sweets and treats before sharing a slice of cake together - saving money is essential guys.
Bubble tea!
You both would get bubble tea every time you guys go out together - it’s a tradition at this point.
And you and Kugisaki won’t go to the same shop every time, you guys will explore to find new stores and try out their different flavours
If you and Kugisaki are feeling nice that day, you probably buy bubble tea in bulk and share it with the other guys, begging them to try your new favourite flavours.
“Fushiguro, Itadori, I promise this coffee bubble tea is better than the other one”
“Better than the other one you gave me just yesterday?”
“Aye don’t judge Y/N’s taste, I love it as well!”
When it comes to training sessions, girl….it’s a whole competition between the both of you
This sometimes scares the boys because it seems like none of you are giving up until you break the tie.
Spoiler alert: the tie has never been broken as you guys will be dead tired after the last fight leading to no one gaining a single point lead on your tally so far.
You and Kugisaki will have inside jokes with each other causing both of you to laugh out loud sometimes, scaring the boys once again as from their perspective it seems like you and her just randomly started laughing
“You guys won’t understand” the both of you would say before continuing to laugh.
Overall, you and Kugisaki are two peas in a pod, both funny and competitive with each other as you and her have full respect for each other - yes Maki is both your role model.
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mark lee sucks at technology.
tap the heart if you have a big, fat, embarrassing crush on your best friend!
pairing :: lee mark x reader
genre :: fluff / best friend + social influencer au
word count :: 5,883 words
warnings :: none
playlist :: dumb stuff (lany) ⋆ feeling (coin) ⋆ so far so good (gabrielle aplin) ⋆ electric love (børns) ⋆ love by mistake (bad suns)
author’s note :: i was debating if i should post it on his bday instead, but i decided to drop it earlier, so uh, happy (approx. one week early) bday to mister absolutely fully capable (except when it comes to tech stuff) !!!! thank you for blessing us with your god tier raps ♡
↳ part of the not clickbait series.
In your required upper division business course aptly titled “Essential Marketing Strategies,” you had learned about a concept called personal brands. A personal brand is explained as the first impression a person wishes to perceive based on their own experiences, qualifications, and achievements. Your professor had told you and your classmates to pick three words to define your own brand. For instance, you chose to label yourself as charismatic, fun, and creative.
Your best friend’s brand would be awkward, endearing, and technologically challenged.
Okay, so that is definitely more than three words, but who’s counting? You might as well tack on “Y/N’s big fat crush” at this rate because everyone and their mother knows that you carry a torch—or more accurately, a blazing wildfire that can easily be spotted from Pluto—for your best friend.
Well, to be more precise, you should probably say everyone, except Mark, knows. And that’s not for lack of trying either. You completely dropped the art of delicate subtlety months ago already. Maybe you should add “hopelessly oblivious” instead.
The rolling end credits to the sixth Harry Potter film are playing on the screen in front of you, signaling the nearing end of your magical movie marathon. You’re seated on the worn down couch in Mark and Donghyuck’s shared apartment, watching the former make his drink with the fancy, gently used Keurig newly settled on the scratched countertop. Johnny dropped it off a few days ago because he had splurged on a better coffee machine (“It even makes Instagram worthy whipped frappuccinos!”) and didn’t want his old, but still perfectly functioning caffeine provider going to waste.
“What’s wrong with this thing?” Mark slaps the side of the machine, and it starts to emit a low whirring noise. “Oh, that’s good, right? That sound is good, you think?”
His question is immediately answered by the sad squirt of hot water speckled with coffee grinds falling into his mug for a few seconds before the machine shuts off.
“What the hell?” he mutters angrily, carding his hand through his hair in frustration, and you finally decide to take pity on your best friend. Getting up from the comfy spot you know you sadly won’t be able to recreate perfectly again later, you stride over to where your best friend stands and flip open the top of the Keurig.
“Hyuck didn’t take out his used coffee pod,” you say, pulling out the incriminating evidence of your best friend’s roommate and disposing it in the trash can next to the refrigerator. “Where’s the espresso one you’re gonna use? Why didn’t you put that in?”
His jaw slackens, and he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze and mumbling, “I thought I’d just open it later and pour it into my hot water.”
“Mark,” you start, placing your hands on his shoulders firmly and staring into his eyes with a serious look on your face. “Please know that I’m saying this in the most loving way possible, but you are an absolute idiot.”
You release your grip on his shoulders and grab the espresso pod dangling from his fingertips before slotting it into the Keurig. You remove the mug he placed underneath the spout and wash out the accidental coffee water before placing it back in its original position and pressing the start button on the machine. With a sigh, you lean against the side of the counter, glancing at your friend who looks like a child being scolded for stealing from the cookie jar.
“If you pour the pod into your mug, are you just going to chug all the loose coffee grinds, too?”
“... I didn’t think that far ahead.” His lips start to unintentionally form a tiny pout, and your eyes (and your heart, too) soften.
You’re very relieved that Donghyuck is off filming with your friend because he definitely would be making fun of your heart eyes that frequently make an appearance around a certain Mark Lee. Which you always deny. Because you certainly do not have a gigantic crush on your technologically inept best friend.
You glance over at him again and have to physically fight yourself to resist the urge to kiss his cute pout away. Okay, so maybe you harbor a very respectable, medium sized crush. But it's no big deal. It’s completely under control. Unless you’re counting the fact that your best friend is still unaware, and you’re running out of ideas to try and see if he likes you back before you actually shoot your shot. Then it’s very much not under control because you’re losing sleep over it and you don’t know what to do to be any more obvious without stating the, well, obvious.
“Well, now you know. If you forget, you can FaceTime me and I’ll give you instructions on how it works.” You pat his shoulder reassuringly before pausing. “Wait, you do know how to FaceTime, right?”
“Yes!” he exclaims, sulking even more before confessing in a quieter, defeated tone, “Hyuck showed me last month.”
Mark grabs his finished drink and follows behind you, settling back onto the couch next to you. The streaming service already has Deathly Hallows Part 1 in the queue and ready to go, and your best friend is ready to click play until he notices your attention being focused on the smaller screen in your hands. He wonders if you’re about to post another one of your popular cooking videos on that app that shares a name with the most iconic song of the 2000s (hint: the name of the song’s singer is made up of four letters and a dollar sign).
“Are you uploading one of your videos?” he implores before taking a sip of his drink with a satisfied smile. Somehow, it always tastes better when you make it, and he can’t figure out why for the life of him. When he went to Johnny’s place, his older friend uses the exact same pod and water ratio for his espresso, and yet, it’s never as good as yours.
“Nah, I’m ordering my grocery delivery before I forget. Do you want anything?” You select the option to load your usual grocery items into your cart before debating on whether or not you should splurge on buying several packages of those seasonal Pillsbury sugar cookies that only come in stock during certain holidays. It seems like such an insult to the entire premise of your Tiktok account based on baking and cooking, but you’re an absolute sucker for those soft pastries.
“Yeah, can you get me a Shin Ramyun ten pack? Hyuck ate the last one two days ago and didn’t tell me.”
“You sure you don’t want ten boxes again?” You decide to get those Pillsbury sugary delights, happily adding three boxes to your cart. Everybody has a weakness, and yours just so happens to be a premade one way ticket to diabetes. You’re here for a good, delicious time, not a long time.
“No! That was an accident!” He objects, flailing his hands around, before falling back against the couch cushions in defeat. “But Hyuck does all the online grocery shopping now.”
“Thank god. You guys finally have quality toilet paper again.”
The past month of bathroom occurrences was plagued with scratchy tissue that felt more like goddamn sandpaper from the horrible depths of hell. To be honest, you probably would have rather used actual sandpaper, given the choice. You even made sure not to drink too much water any time you came over, but today, you decided to splurge on a venti passion fruit iced tea with sweetener from that very popular franchise sporting a mermaid logo and fiscally cosmic name. To your pleasant surprise, your trip to the toilet this time was wonderfully padded with Charmin Ultra Soft, not that absolutely awful off brand one with the gross texture of a dried pinecone from inferno.
“Hey, that toilet paper was a good steal! It was a three for one deal,” Mark protests, and you narrow your eyes at him.
“Wow, I wonder why it was priced so low.” You deadpan, and Mark blanches, recalling all those restroom incidents that were rather rough. Literally.
“Anyway, do you think my viewers wanna see me make chocolate crinkle cookies or mochi doughnuts?” You bring up the two recipes you managed to perfect and add your own spin to on your phone, eyes scanning the ingredient lists.
“Both. And tell me when you’re making them, so I can come over and eat them.” He gives you a wide grin, and you let out a snort at that. His smile only grows as he says happily, “I love your job.”
“You only love it because you can freeload off of me,” you jest, but nevertheless begin to start to add all the ingredients for both recipes to your shopping cart. You always film cooking videos on Tuesdays, edit on Wednesdays, keep Thursdays free for last minute touch ups and emergencies, and post one every week on Fridays with other various random videos uploaded whenever in between. With that in mind, you schedule your upcoming grocery delivery for Monday.
“Hey, you need me. I’m the best taste tester.” He puffs up his chest proudly before hastily tacking on a more genuine reason. “And because I’d starve without you. I can’t live off of instant ramen and frozen chicken nuggets forever. Gordon Ramsay already confirmed my shitty cooking skills. I need you to survive.”
“Oh my god, when I uploaded those pics of your scrambled eggs on Twitter, I lost like a hundred followers in less than a minute.” You confirm the delivery and place your phone on the coffee table, picking up the opened bag of Cheeto puffs before settling back in your seat. “My cooking credibility was completely shot. I had to explain to my fans that I didn’t make those.”
“Yeah, but now everyone calls me Eggy Boi online!” he whines, and you laugh. You have to admit, it’s quite a funny play on the whole “edgy boi” terminology. You wonder if Mark will find it amusing if he discovers his roommate is the culprit behind his new online persona (He probably won’t, and you reckon Donghyuck enjoys living in a safe space where he doesn’t have to sleep with one eye open, so you stay quiet about it. You’ll use it as leverage some other time).
“Okay, Eggy Boi, come by on Tuesday because I’ll be baking in the afternoon,” you say casually, grabbing the remote control from your best friend and pressing play.
You very narrowly avoid a green gummy bear to the face. It lands somewhere behind the couch, lost forever to the dust bunnies and other snacks that missed its target. You know for a fact that it’ll stay there until the boys decide to move to a new apartment. Mark grumbles at the miss, biting off the head of a red cherry flavored gummy bear perhaps a little harder than necessary.
“I hate you. But I’m still coming over next week because I want a doughnut.”
“No cookie?”
“... and a cookie. Maybe two.”
Wednesday comes faster than you expected, and you’re currently holed up in your apartment’s second bedroom—which you had transformed into a snazzy office space—completing the edits to your second video on mochi doughnuts. You already finished polishing the one about the cookies earlier, thank goodness. If you had to stare at your computer screen for another three hours, you would rather eat those pastries Mark tried to make two months ago, but had mistaken salt for sugar. Adding a cup of salt to any baked good is an extremely effective way to make anyone who tasted your best friend’s brownies experience a trip to the beach. Because they essentially just swallowed a mouthful of sand and ocean water. Because it’s salty as heck. Just like Mark was when you told him.
Speaking of your best friend, he’s currently puttering around in your kitchen doing god knows what. He knows better than to try another recipe and possibly blow up your number one moneymaker—your prized oven—in the process. Your heart nearly drops when your ears pick up the faint chopping sounds of a knife against your wooden cutting board. Is he going to try to temper chocolate again? He nearly burned through your entire stock of dark, milk, and white chocolate last time.
After much contemplation and deciding that you deserve a good procrastination break and a fully intact kitchen, you’re about to go out and see what he’s up to when Mark timidly appears in your doorway, clutching onto a white bowl of watermelon cubes with a fork tucked neatly in it. He shuffles in, dropping the snack on your desk before turning to walk out without a word, not wanting to disturb your work mode.
Your heart warms up at the sight, and you speak up, a small smile slipping into your face. “What’s this for?”
“Knowing you, you probably haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.” He pauses in the doorway and adds on sheepishly, “And I can't cook anything, so this is what you get.”
Your heart swells tenfold, and your smile widens even more as you spear a piece of fruit with the fork and quickly pop it into your mouth. “Thanks, Marky.”
His cheeks flush with a pretty shade of carmine, and he fails to suppress the little giddy smile that appears on his face at your nickname for him. He walks out of your office, reddened cheeks still rising up higher than ever. “Y-Yeah, of course. No problem.”
By the time you finish adding the final few touches to your edited video, the bowl of watermelon has been picked clean. You save your video and transfer both of your completed projects to your phone, making a mental note to schedule their uploads and add them to your account’s posting queue later. Shoving your phone in the pocket of your sweats after ensuring the successful transfer of your videos, you pick up the empty dish and walk out towards the kitchen, the silver fork clinking against the side of the bowl with every step.
As you wash the dish and utensil, Mark wanders over from his spot on the couch, leaning forward and casually placing his chin on your shoulder. Almost instantaneously, you feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you briefly fantasize about your best friend wrapping his arms around your waist and how domestic and sweet the two of you would look, like one of those cheesy couples the two of you always made fun of.
“What’s up?” you ask, making a conscious effort to hold your voice steady and not waver over the fact that Mark is basically draped over you. After you place the dish on the drying rack, you turn around to face your best friend, sorely miscalculating the distance as mere inches separate your face from his now.
“I—” Puberty decides to make an ugly appearance in the form of an ill timed voice crack, and he internally curses as he takes a step back, willing the incoming blush to go away. Letting out a small cough, he tries again, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
“I, um, Jisung sent me some kind of dance video. He said it’s a challenge? I kinda don’t know what to do with it? Like do I make a new dance, record myself, and send it back? Actually, isn't it easier to just do a dance battle face to face?”
“Can I see the video?” You already have a good idea on what the video will be, but you want to confirm it. Mark fumbles with his phone, pulling up the video in his text messages. He angles the phone towards you for you to see, and you grab his hand, bringing the device a little closer to you for a better look and clicking play.
“Oh, it’s a Tiktok challenge! He’s doing the Say So dance!” you exclaim, recognizing the song almost immediately as your eyes follow the fluid dance moves, completely enthralled. “So a challenge isn’t going up against someone, like a battle. It’s just some kind of trend or concept that you try to copy yourself. You’re supposed to learn the same dance and record yourself for this one. I can show you some other challenges and help you practice and record this one tomorrow if you wanna drop by after work!”
“O-Oh, okay, sounds good.” Mark stumbles over his words, attempting to focus on what you’re saying and the dance Jisung is doing, but all he can think about is the way your body is pressed against his side, hand comfortably wrapped around his. He freezes up as the tips of his ears grow redder and redder with every passing second, and his face sports a similar color. He silently prays for the telltale crimson to go away by the time the dance is over.
When the video ends, you once again realize the close proximity between you and your best friend. Your face burns at this revelation, and you awkwardly take a step back. Clearing your throat, you hastily release Mark’s hand (He inaudibly lets out the breath he’s been holding in this entire time, yet he also already misses the way your hand felt grasping his).
“Uh, anyway, I’m gonna make a latte. Do you want a drink, too?” You walk towards the other side of your kitchen with Mark trailing behind you. You take out a floral, peachy colored mug from your cupboards before pausing and looking at your best friend. “Wait, do you remember how to use a Keurig?”
“Yes!” He says, slightly exasperated as he picks out his own cup from your cabinet. He always uses the same one—a cerulean blue mug with squiggles all over it—and all of your friends and guests know not to use it because it’s unofficially officially Mark’s mug (And perhaps, you did indeed buy it from that overpriced kitschy tableware shop down the street two years ago with your best friend in mind).
“Really?” You select the latte option and press start after you had already positioned the mug beneath the spout and inserted a green tea matcha pod. He finally relents, shoulders sagging and a defeated expression on his face.
“... No.”
You chuckle, taking the mug from him and carefully putting it on the counter. You grab the espresso pod you know he likes from the drawer below and place it next to the cup. “It’s okay, I’ll teach you again.”
Mark tries. He really does. He tries very hard to concentrate on memorizing the simple process, but he keeps getting distracted. His eyes are focused on the correct button to push before they start to trail up to your fingertips. And then, they go from your hand to your arm, then up to the elegant curve of your neck, and finally, to the way your lashes frame your pretty eyes and how the tip of your tongue sticks out slightly as you concentrate until all he can focus on is you, you, you.
Suddenly, in what feels like a blink of an eye, you’re done and handing him his finished drink, complete with a perfectly whipped milk foam on top. You ask him if he knows how to make it now, and all he can do is lie and nod with a barely convincing smile.
After all, how can Mark tell his best friend that the reason he never remembers is because you’re the biggest distraction?
Mark should be here in five minutes, according to his most recent text message. And in the text message below that, your friend had sent you a challenge. More specifically, it’s the one she completed with Donghyuck a few weeks ago. When you said you wanted bold suggestions on how to figure out if your best friend feels the same way about you as you do about him, you didn’t want one this bold.
Yet, the video link to your friend’s “today I kissed my best friend” challenge along with a winky face from her is staring mockingly at you. While you aren’t one to back down from a challenge, the mere thought of kissing your best friend causes vast colonies of butterflies to erupt in your stomach and your ears to feel as if they have caught on fire. You’re already tongue tied with your head in the clouds, and he isn’t even here yet. How utterly fantastic.
However, your mother definitely did not raise a quitter, so you spring into action when you hear the faint jingling of a key being inserted into your apartment’s door (You had given Mark a copy of your key almost immediately after you had moved in). You move the pretty indoor fern given to you by Jaemin as a housewarming gift last year closer to the edge of your towering bookcase, leaning your phone against it. You quickly position the device to capture a good view of the couch area in your living room and press the record button, arranging a few of the leaves to hide as much of your phone as you possibly can without obstructing the lens.
You run full speed to your bedroom, letting out a sigh of relief when you’re safely inside and hear Mark finally unlocking the door successfully and shuffling in. When he calls out to you, you try to even out your breathing, walking out of your room with your tripod and laptop in hand.
“Hey,” you greet him in the most casual tone you can muster. You place the tripod down and sit before opening your laptop and setting it on the coffee table. “I thought we could watch a few challenges for fun before trying the Say So one. Have you watched Jisung’s videos before?”
“Um, well, no, not really,” he confesses sheepishly, taking a seat next to you on the couch, leg pressing against yours. He squints at the YouTube video you pulled up earlier before he had arrived, reading the title before clicking the space button to start it. “Savage Tiktok dance compilation part two?”
“Wait, hold up.” You pause the video and then turn to face him with an incredulous expression on your face. “You’ve never watched any of Jisung’s dance Tiktoks?”
“No… I don’t even have an account.” His cheeks are dusted with the lightest shade of pink as he quietly admits, “I watch all of yours though.”
Your eyes widen at his confession, face heating up as you stammer out, “O-Oh, well, I can help you make an account later to upload your video.”
“Sounds good.” There’s a few seconds of silence as you mull over his previous words before he speaks up again awkwardly, “Should I, uh, play the video?”
“Oh! Yes, right! Of course, hit play,” you laugh nervously, twisting and playing with the hair tie around your wrist. He starts the video again, and the two of you watch the compilation, slowly relaxing once more as you tap your fingers to the rhythm of the song and he bobs his head to the beat.
“Do I have to change outfits like that?” he questions a few minutes later, eyes growing round as he sees the girl on the screen switch between four different outfits throughout the dance. His closet basically consists of the same five black shirts that he stole from Jaehyun. Even if he did do an outfit swap, there would literally be no difference at all.
“You don’t have to,” you assure him, clicking the enter key to play the next video that’s recommended: another Tiktok dance challenge compilation. “All you have to do is copy the dance.”
Mark nods, taking a glance at the laptop screen before his hand shoots out and he pauses the video, leaning forward to take a closer look at the little recommended video title banner at the top. “Wait! What’s that one?”
He clicks on it, the new video now loading up. The two of you wait patiently for it to begin, waiting for the spinning disc to stop. But it doesn’t. In fact, the whole chrome page goes blank and then, the little pixelated Google Chrome dinosaur pops up on your monitor, announcing that you have no internet connection. Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to reload the page before trying to re-establish your laptop connection to your wifi. Unfortunately, you cannot find your appropriately named “drop it like it’s hotspot” wifi anywhere to connect to.
And that’s when it hits you. Your landlord had sent out a notice to the entire apartment complex last week about the electricity being powered down today from 4 to 6 p.m. for a maintenance check, and a quick glance at the digital clock on your laptop shows that it’s a little past four.
You groan, closing your laptop and flopping back against the couch cushions dramatically. Mark cocks his head, slightly confused, before he pokes you in the arm. “What’s wrong?”
“I completely forgot about the scheduled electricity shutdown for the entire building. We won’t have any wifi for the next two hours.” You pout, your bottom lip jutting out in the slightest, and Mark doesn’t think it’s fair that you get to be this cute and have this much of an effect on his racing heart rate.
“That’s okay, we can… play some board games?” he suggests offhandedly, pushing away the embarrassing thought and nudging your leg with his, and you smile before a sudden idea occurs to you.
“Or we can still do some Tiktok challenges! What was the challenge you clicked on?” You quickly sit upright, turning to face your best friend, eyes sparkling in excitement. “I memorized a few of the dance ones already! Was it Renegade? I can teach you that one. Jisung showed me how to do it.”
“Um,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. His eyes dart everywhere, except you, as he lets out a feigned cough. “It wasn’t a dance one. It was about, uh, going up to your boyfriend… and um, hugging him... when he’s playing video games.”
“Oh.” You answer lamely, not knowing what to say. You unsuccessfully try to push away the image of you attempting that challenge with your best friend. “Those are really cute.”
“Really?” He says doubtfully, wrinkling his eyebrows and fiddling with the frayed sleeve of his sweater. “Wouldn’t the dude get mad?”
You don’t know what suddenly possessed you to do this (you’ll have to ask Renjun and his paranormal loving ass later), but you thank whatever demon did for that split second because you find yourself gently grabbing Mark’s arm and slipping your head underneath it. You swing one leg over his lap and settle down until you’re securely sitting in his lap, bent legs on either side of his hips, hands curled around the soft fabric of his sweater on both sides and resting on top of your thighs. His arms instinctively go around your waist, wrapping around you securely.
You tilt your head to the side slightly, studying the flustered boy in front of you with a teasing, albeit a little anxious, smile on your lips. “Are you feeling mad?”
Splotches of red litter his cheeks and decorate the tips of his ears, but your best friend furiously shakes his head at your question, bashfully ducking his head afterwards and muttering a soft “No.”
You swallow hard, heart pounding erratically in your chest as you timidly ask, “Would you be mad if I do this?”
Mark looks up at that, confusion written all over his face. His arms start to loosen around your figure, hands now resting on your waist. “If you do what?”
You take a deep breath. “This.”
You lean in and gently press your lips against his. Mark freezes in shock, and you quickly retreat soon after, gnawing at the inside of your cheek as you wait anxiously for his reaction. Your heart feels like it’s about to fall out of your chest and be buried six feet under.
A tiny noise of surprise belatedly escapes from him and crimson spreads across his cheeks like wildfire. His doe eyes are wide and sparkling, staring at you in bewilderment. Your best friend lets out a small laugh of disbelief before a full blown smile breaks out across his face. He gazes at you adoringly, breathing out softly, “I’m not mad at that.”
You perk up at that, draping your arms around his neck as you lean forward, beaming. “Really? You’re not?”
“Definitely not.”
This time, Mark meets you halfway, his lips slotting against yours perfectly and making you feel tingles up and down your spine. Your eyes are closed, and you are so hyper aware of the way his hands grip your hips, how he tugs you closer, and how his lips chase after yours. The number of butterflies from earlier multiply in your stomach, and you have ascended past cloud nine by now.
When the two of you break apart, your eyes flutter open, and you nudge your nose against his affectionately. The brightest grin blooms on his face once again, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his little giggles and hiding the awfully vibrant cerise that rapidly blossoms on his face.
“Is this a good time to tell you congrats for completing your first challenge?” you say, resting your cheek against the crown of his head. You pull away when he lifts his head up, surprised.
“I wasn’t playing video games though,” he says slowly, processing your words and thinking back to the challenge that started this all.
“It was a different challenge. It’s the one that Hyuck did a few weeks ago,” you confess, and realization dawns on him, his face lighting up for a split second before a look of horror takes over.
“Oh, no. Is that why you had your phone recording on the bookshelf?” Mark asks, dread beginning to cloud his mind.
“Yes…” you say slowly, a little perplexed. “Why? What’s wrong?”
“Oh my god, I ruined your video,” he moans, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder. “I saw your phone when I walked in and thought you were filming earlier and forgot to turn it off, so I turned it off for you.”
When the words finally register in your mind, you can’t stop the laughter from bubbling out of your throat, and he raises his head up to look at you with wide doe eyes at the pretty sound. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!”
You can’t stop laughing at the situation, and he looks at you worriedly, gnawing on his bottom lip slightly. You force yourself to calm down, a soft chuckle leaving your lips before you beam at him, leaning in and placing the softest kiss on the tip of his nose. “It’s okay, Mark. I’m not mad. That video wasn’t important anyway.”
“But still,” he whines before letting out a groan and slapping his hand against his forehead when the realization sinks in even further. “I’m such an idiot.”
“But you’re my idiot now, right?” you say teasingly, albeit a little shyly as well, as you reach over to tug his hand away from his face and lace your fingers with his.
“I mean, I kinda thought I was always your idiot,” Mark laughs softly and a little embarrassedly, eyes averted and cheeks turning pinker than ever. The largest grin spreads across your face at that, and you turn away slightly to hide it. You didn’t think your best friend can possibly be any more endearing, but he manages to prove you wrong every time.
“Well, then now you can add ‘Y/N’s boyfriend’ to your resume,” you say, and he fails to suppress the pleased smile appearing on his face at your remark, his rosy cheeks rising even taller than skyscrapers.
“So, uh, what sort of job description does that have?” He gazes at your intertwined hands in wonder, still completely giddy at the reality of you being his best friend and something more.
“Sharing hoodies, giving me attention, kissing, holding my hand, going on dates, you know, the basics,” you answer, squeezing his hand tenderly, and his doe eyes instantly light up. Mark feels a little bolder than before, and it shows when he grins widely and says:
“Can we do number three again?”
“Yes, we can, Eggy Boi.”
He wrinkles his nose at the name, disgruntled and unimpressed, as he crosses his arms over his chest, sulking. You let out a laugh before leaning in and crashing your lips against his. He immediately relents at that, enthusiastically responding and hugging you closer to him, and you can’t help but smile into the kiss as you feel his own smile appear as well.
At that moment, you decide that you want to change Mark’s personal brand. Because his should be “absolutely wonderful, positively amazing, a cute kisser, your boyfriend, and your bestest friend.” And yes, that is most definitely more than the allotted three words, but again, who’s really counting?
Certainly not you when you’re too preoccupied with kissing your best friend. Correction: best friend and new boyfriend.
One new notification: donutkillmyvibe uploaded a new video!
moominjun commented:
so you’re saying the reason why we didn’t get the highly anticipated best friend challenge video is because @ marklyrawr turned the camera off?
donutkillmyvibe replied:
yes 😔 I’m sorry to disappoint everyone 🤧
nanaislove replied:
omg no bby it’s ok 🥺🥺💞💓💓💝💗 you didn’t have to make an apology video for that 🥺💗💓💘💖
goofys.chuckle replied:
yeah it’s mark’s fault. he’s the disappointment here 🥴
morklyrawr replied:
hahahahaha stfu hyuck
tytrack commented:
mark is going through puberty. I apologize
dobunny replied:
@.@
goofys.chuckle commented:
are we getting whip(ped)lash pt 2 by eggy boi?
morklyrawr replied:
YOU’RE THE ONE WHO STARTED THAT NAME?????
goofys.chuckle replied:
uh gotta blast 🚀
showmethemonet replied:
@ goofys.chuckle does this mean you’re staying over again?
goofys.chuckle replied:
@ showmethemonet yes if you want your super cute, mega talented, very handsome boyfriend to still be alive 🥺
showmethemonet replied:
@ goofys.chuckle oh my god I didn’t know I was dating bts jin???
moominjun replied:
LMFAOOOOO
goofys.chuckle replied:
heart 💔 been broke 📉 so many times ⏰ i don’t know 🤔 what to believe 💯 mama 👩❤️💋👩 said 🗣 it’s my fault 😢 it’s my fault 🤦🏻♂️i wear my heart ❤️ on my sleeve 💪 i think it’s best 👍🏻 I put my heart ❤️ on ice 🧊
jenojam commented:
why am I not surprised……
itsmebetch replied:
just mark thingz 🍉
suhprisemf commented:
mark your head looks flat af
jungjaeprince replied:
😂😂😂
10vely replied:
@ jungjaeprince be quiet don’t cry
letswonwon commented:
whoop whoop
junguwu commented:
OMG CONGRATS ON YOUR RELATIONSHIP SWEETIE 😍😍
takoyaki_prince commented:
MARK!!!!! you look handsome !! 😘
jisungpwark commented:
rip to @ donutkillmyvibe ’s future videos that mark will ruin. press f in the chat to pay respects 🙏🏻
bigheadking replied:
F ✊🏻😔
peachyangel replied:
f 🥺🥺
yoitslucas replied:
F 🤪🤪🤪 but glad you’re happy, man ❤️
donutkillmyvibe replied:
F 💔
morklyrawr replied:
@ donutkillmyvibe wtf babe????
officialgordonramsay commented:
didn’t i tell you to get back on tinder ?
apado_god commented:
nice 😎👍🏻
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Beach Day
Hey Besties <3, I plan on getting 3 more posts like this out today as I know I haven't been the most active this week, then tomorrow there will be 2 more out so it means I have posted 7 written works this week. So keep your onions peeled. (the amazing writer @sapphireplums gave me so much inspiration to write with their kind words so you should give her a follow).
Summary: The avengers get their toes in the sand and their swimsuits on.
You had all been working for what felt like 200 years
With missions and paperwork none of you had seen each other properly
So an hour of brainstorming you came up with the genius idea of a beach day
You decided to put the idea to Fury so he could clear everyone's schedule
However it took a lot more convincing than you had expected
You shivered under the mans watchful gaze, you never really understood documentary presenters when they talked about the look of fear in some poor mouse's eyes as it was scooped up into the talons of some large bird, that was until you met Fury, you were sure you had the same look in your eyes right now. You shifted in your seat as he began to talk again, “So you want me to let the world's protectors go off duty for a whole day just so you can go running across some sand and take a swim in salty water? Even though if you wanted to get sand in your hair I would happily get you a bag of it?” he asked a hint of amusement in his voice, pausing his pacing to quirk his eyebrow at you. When he worded it like that it sounded stupid but you knew you all needed a break and you weren’t about to give up “I wouldn’t phrase it like that but yes sir that is in a way what I am asking, look we haven’t been together as a group since the last big team mission a month ago and I can’t remember the last time we spent a day together. Please?” If you can’t get someone to agree by simply asking them then tug at their heartstrings and beg. Those had been the wise words of your grandma Jo and it seems that they had been true “Fine you get 1 day then it’s all back to normal”
After convincing the terrifying director you had taken the idea to Tony as he was going to be the one paying for it
It’s not like he doesn’t have enough money to give some to his friends (and even more to charity but that was an idea for another day)
Of course the man more than happy to splash some cash to see everyone have fun together (and in a swimsuit)
The morning of the trip had been stressful and chaotic to say the least
“DOES EVERYONE HAVE SUN CREAM?” the captain's voice boomed over the noise of zippers shutting, the music from the beach day playlist Tony had made and the excited chattering of the team. “Yes Captain safety first I have enough bottles in the car to last at least 20 years because unlike Y/n I actually know how to take care of myself” the genius quipped laughing at the offended noise that fell from your mouth, “at least I’m not going grey old man” you muttered wandering around trying to find the bucket and spade you had brought down stairs. “Hey as anyone who has seen my Bucket and Spade I can’t seem to find it” you called out rummaging through the colossal pile of bags “No, are you sure you brought it down doll?” Bucky spoke, looking round in confusion not remembering seeing you bring it down. If you weren’t so caught up in looking for your sandcastle building tools you would have laughed at the ‘lost tourist’ look on his face. “Yes I’m sure,” shoving bags with more aggression eager to find it “is everyone sure they haven’t taken it” you stopped to look at the group, cheeks tinted pink from the force at which you were moving bags. “Yes , we’re sure now get downstairs and in the car I’ll get you one when we get there” rushed Natasha, her red hair a nice contrast to the dark denim shorts she had on, “if we get there” whispered Sam making Thor laugh as he attempted to pick up 3 bags at once.
Anyone would have thought you were going on a 5 day holiday with the amount you had all tried to shove in the back of the mini-van you all chipped in for one year at Christmas for this exact reason
The seniors of the group ( Iced Americano and The metal armed man with no plan) were confused on why you needed to take this much but you and Wanda were insistent that you had packed the essentials
(Okay maybe the hats, 5 bottles of sun cream and armbands and floats for the poor swimmers of the pack had been slightly unconventional for a day at the beach but it’s better safe than sorry right?)
The drive was also very chaotic
You hadn’t realised how uncomfortable the seats had been until you were forced to spend 2 hours stuck next to Loki in them. “I know this is the 10th time I have asked this but are we there yet?” the God was starting to seem more like a 5 year old than a stabbing machine and he wasn’t the only one ,“Can you please move your leg over a bit it’s on my side” Sam whined as he shoved Bucky’s shoulder “No for the last time I can’t so deal with it bird brain” the pair hadn’t stopped bickering since they stepped foot inside the vehicle. “Tony can you turn up the music and drown the noise of these kids out please” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose trying to soothe the oncoming headache (not that making the music even louder was going to help) “I thought you’d never ask kid” he replied lunging for the twisty thing no one actually knew the name of, that turned up the music (Bruce probably knew but no one had the energy to ask).
When you got there however the 2 hour drive felt like the needed sacrifice as your toes hit the sand.
As much as you loved being able to fight alongside your family there was nothing better than watching them relax, faces slowly morphing into ones of pure bliss.
“You alright there y/n? You looked like you were away with the fairies then” Steve chuckled, unfolding the deck chair he had brought and placing it next to yours. “Yeah I’m good I was just thinking about how lucky we are to have each other” the man smiled at you as your eyes glinted in the sunshine. “LAST ONE TO THE WATER SMELLS OF FISH” Peter screamed bolting towards the water, that bastard you thought jumping up and running after him “PETER YOU DICK I’M GONNA GET YOU!!!” you laughed. Once you got in the water you squeaked at how cold it was doing the ‘ohh ohh oh sihufbbe’ noise that came with the shock of cold water spinning around to splash water in bug boys face. Oh shit. That wasn’t Peter, you had forgotten that Bruce had gotten into the water straight after Tony and had been swimming beside you. The whole group froze half expecting the man to turn green however what you were met with wasn’t a green mean smashing machine and was in fact a laughing doctor and a splash of water to the face. After that a water fight started, screams of surprise and joy a comforting change to the screams of fear you usually heard in your line of work. You snuck off back to shore and looked at your found family from the warmth of your towel realising how lucky you were to be in a place of love and support, free of judgement. Because at the end of the day yes Loki would complain about the sand in his hair, Thor would be asking for a stop at the shops to add to his Pop tart stock pile, Nat would be silently filming Sam and Bucky bicker like an old married couple, Tony would make flirty remarks to Pepper about letting him rub sun cream on her back again some time, Peter and you would be talking shit to each other as he beat you at yet another game of Mario kart as Wanda and vision made sure to make an extra bowl of whatever they had made to take Bruce who had already made his way down to the lab but you were a family and there was no place you’d rather be.
You would say this was the best idea you ever had but the video of you painting Cap’s shield bright pink would beg to differ
It was a successful trip and you would 100% be posting the picture of Bucky and Peter looking depressed at the fact their ice-creams had fallen on the floor after a light game of ‘I’m gonna push you over’
Ahhhh the bliss of a beach day with the gang
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Sometimes I be minding my own business and then it just hits me how Jungkook really edited a video with those lyrics in the background and Jimin's smiles and goofiness all over the place. Like, it's just so loud. Out of all the songs and all the artists, he chose that one.
Some "Armys" don't deserve Jungkook's clever mind and attentiveness to the details. He's a perfectionist. Editing is a hard job, i do some editing for my friends and it takes a lot of time and vision, and let me tell you, as an amateur editor, the music is such an essential part of the final product, it helps conveying certain feelings and just by changing the song, the whole video radiates completely different vibes.
I have the strong impression that not only is JK perceived as this muscled, cheeky maknae but he's also come across almost as some dumb and mindless guy. And it pisses me off, cause he's one of the most thoughtful and deep people in the group. Yeah he's good at a lot of things and has a great body, but he has the softest soul and it's so evident, i don't know how people can't see it more. He's introverted and is not great with words, but this is also the person who wrote Magic Shop. That song is not only a safe space kind of song for fans, it's so much more.
My first impression of him was totally different from how i see him now, not gonna lie. He comes across as shy but playful and cute, but damn is the boy smart and thoughtful. He really is more than he lets us think. He might get treated as the baby of the group sometimes, but i feel like that has changed a bit as of lately. I remember how in the soop the other members kept calling him when they needed help. And not only did he help, he also gave this input, almost as their equal. And he commented on that too, seemingly happy that he was being useful, that people could count on him. He even gave some pieces of advice to Tae when they spoke that night and that was so heart-warming to witness, i love those two.
Jungkook has grown into this amazing human being and I'm so proud of him. I wonder how much he has changed in Jimin's eyes. I hope he is gonna be more proud of who he is, cause i see how he downplays himself a lot and it honestly hurts a little bit, cause he's a great human being and an amazing artist. The energy he puts in live shows makes me cry, that's truly his all, to the point where Hobi and Jimin told him to tone it down in one of those shows dvds. He puts everything in bangtan and is such a hardworker. I wish the fandom saw all of this, instead of just looks and sexuality and ships. Anyway, I don't even know what this was about, sorry, I'm just tired of all the hatred that has been thrown to Jungkook and Jimin this week. Jungkook loves Jimin, he wouldn't have taken him to fucking Tokyo on a trip alone if he was uncomfortable in 2017. It's been years and they still are the closest, how are people still doubting them? Ugh it's frustrating. But anyway, i hope you're having a good day, love your blog!
Excuse me as I CRY over this lovely incredibly post about Jungkook.
I love his passion, I love how smart he is, his intelligence is incredible, his emotional intelligence is amazing too. I love how hard he works, he gives his everything to BTS, ARMY and his craft. I love how he loves the people around him that he cares about. You can literally feel how much he cares. He is special in every way. BTS wouldn't be BTS without Jungkook. This was beautiful and all so true. Thank you 💜
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