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clubdionysus · 5 months

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[BAD DECISION #10] Blonde

warnings: b is in her bleach era. love that for her!! jaykay is in the chapter for like 1.5 seconds and still manages to be the best thing about it. also if u think wow holly sometimes your chapters end very similarly, uhhh yes. ur right. mainly because my brain is smooth but also because jungkook is a creature of habit! it’s within his character traits! not because im stupid! even if i am!

soundtrack: space - audrey nuna; blonde - maisie peters

wc: 3.5k

bd total wc: 540k (on-going)

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You suppose you really shouldn't be surprised when Seokjin leaves you on read. It happens as soon as he escapes the city, just like it always does.

It's always the same; he'll come back to town for a few days - to visit friends, his family, or maybe for a haircut with the only barber he trusts - then leaves just as quickly as he comes.

The predictability of it all would be funny, you think, but your knees are getting worn out from how many times you fall for it; his charm, his deception, his pretty lips that soothe the burn of his selfish choices.

He'll be radio silent for a while, and then suddenly, as if he's finally changed the batteries in his walkie-talkie, he won't be. It'll most likely be when he's on his way back to town in a few months time.

The saddest part is that you know you'll want to see him when he does. Will have the burning desire to show him just how well you've been; how well you've coped without him.

Most of all? You'll want him to know just how much you don't need him.

Inevitably, he'll end up in your bed, and you'll end up all in your head - again - overthinking and underestimating just how easy it is for him to drop you. Forgetting just how badly he fucked you up, only for him to remind you in the most callous of ways.

When Danbi comes home on Thursday night - three days since Seokjin's last message - she knows exactly what's happened. You've got a special kind of pout reserved for Seokjin-related upsets. It's always a little soft yet incredibly hard to break.

"You gotta stop letting him in," she says over a glass of red. She hates the taste, but loves the soft buzz in the pit of her stomach. Though she's much better suited to Moscato, Danbi will never turn her nose up at free wine.

If she knew why you were drinking it, she might consider rejecting it.

Seokjin's favourite. You'd bought it on the way home from work. Just couldn't help yourself.

Had figured that at least when you hugged yourself to sleep that evening, your lips would taste like his used to do, on the nights when he'd tell you that you're the most delightful thing he's ever laid his eyes upon. Would be all giggly. Wine drunk. Happy. In love.

But it's been a while since he did that. Feels like a lifetime ago, now.

You shrug as you let the ruby red liquid swirl in your glass. Fighting against your feelings feels like swimming against the tide.

Always struggling to breathe. Never winning. Failing. Falling.

"I don't know how to, Dan."

"But you do," she insists.

And she's right. Of course you do.

His number has never been blocked, but a simple restriction of access to you would solve so many of your problems.

Thing is, you kind of like him still being your problem. At least that way, on a technicality, he's still yours. Kind of.

Every time he comes back to the city, it's still your bed that he ends up in.

Never for the night. Just for an hour or two - but for long enough for you to convince yourself that he can't stay away.

The lies you let your mind whisper are insidious. You're irresistible. He's still just as affected by you as you are by him. He can't possibly leave you.

And yet he does, each and every time.

He doesn't ever let you go. Not fully. Whenever you think you're getting over it, he shows up just to get you under him; his thumb, his spell, his body.

You're halfway through the bottle of wine when Danbi tells you once more that you need to get Seokjin out of your hair.

You've reached the end of it by the time you're grabbing your purse and heading for the closest Olive Young.

It's just down the street, by the crossroads that lead into town, and the staff there have seen you in worse states. A little tipsy has nothing on the mascara-stained eyes they used to be greeted with during the worst days of the breakup.

"Sure about this?" Danbi asks just to check before you take the boxes in your hands to the counter.

"Absolutely not - but he always hated me blonde," you grin a little sardonically. The happiness that comes with this change will be temporary, but you have to remind yourself that so was he. "At least even if I can't resist him, he'll resist me."

Peroxide and perhaps a little fried, your blonde hair had caught his attention in the early days - but you had dyed your hair dark in a bid to keep it.

He'd said some bullshit in a conversation amongst friends about his preferences, and how he favoured the 'natural look'. You weren't together at the time, not officially - but everyone there was a friend of his. They all knew you'd be going home with him. It only took two boxes of dye to get him asking to be exclusive. A week later he was introducing you to his friends as his girlfriend.

Funny what a little bit of conformity can do for a man who loves playing by the rules.

You assume his desire to tick the boxes and do what is expected of him is also why he was such a bellend when it came to the glitter you liked to dust yourself in.

Nobody's perfect though, so he was willing to overlook it. Was just one of the flaws he perceived in you. When you love someone, you accept them.

He ultimately never grew to love it, but for a while, you thought he might.

Bleach boxes in one hand, another bottle of wine in the other, you waste no time and head straight for the bathroom. Danbi follows you right in. She's always there to lend a hand or at least provide a Spotify playlist to get you through your woes.

Folding the powder into the developing lotion by the sink, you know your bleach-induced bathroom antics could get you a spot in a Brad Mondo video.

All a little haphazard, you're without a mixing bowl and brush, so are having to use an old takeout container and a plastic spoon, instead.

It's not quite how the instructions suggest you should mix it all up, but no good ever comes from following the rules.

You'd tried for Seokjin, and look where that got you.

Unlike him, trusty Tupperware has never done you dirty before. No reason why it should now.

Danbi sits on the closed toilet seat, legs crossed, a small bottle of bubbles in her hand. The bubbles had been a Christmas party favour from the office job she'd quit four months ago. Rediscovered when she'd been cleaning her room earlier that day, Danbi had taken to blowing pretty little bubble flurries your way all afternoon.

Your reflection is captured in the peacock sheen of the bubbles while you study your rapidly developing hair in the mirror.

You haven't bothered to change out of your shirt. It's not yours. One of Seokjin's. It's navy, and you hope the bleach ruins it.

"I think I've fucked up," you say all rather calmy, talking about your hair and not the shirt. It's not the end of the world if you have. Just hair, you always think.

Danbi shrugs. Has clearly spent too much time in your company, because she echoes exactly what you're thinking: "Just hair, babe. It'll grow."

That's the joy of your friendship; you both encourage each other with the same dumb remarks whenever you feel like you've reached the point of no return.

After all, if you can't go back?

Go forward.

"Plus," she adds, blowing more bubbles instead of taking a breath. "You can just chalk it up to being your hot mess era."

"Been in that for months already," you smile at her in the reflection of the mirror. You prod a little at your roots, and know that you definitely should have waited a little longer to work the bleach up to them. Bollocks.

You've done this enough times to know you'll end up with a gold band haloing around the top of your hair thanks to how easily your roots always lift. Nightmare.

"Exactly, so you may as well look the part," Danbi encourages. Worst influence going, she is. Also the best at times, too. You find comfort in the fact she won't always say what you want to hear, but what you need to hear instead.

The conversation dissolves into empty chatter, gossip about Danbi's dog walking clients, mentions of Taehyung and how he's still trying to talk her into a mates-rates discount despite the fact they aren't actually 'mates'. She asked you about your Bartender That Smiles, and you say he's all good - before you have to insist there's nothing going on there.

"He's got issues with his ex," you explain.

She rolls her eyes. "Don't they all? Boys and their first loves, I swear to God."

"Not sure she was his first," you defend, though you're not sure why. The thought lingers as you rummage around for an old tube of toner that you know you have hiding in the bathroom cabinet somewhere. It's been a while since your hair was pale enough to take toner, so it's been pushed right to the back.

Danbi is shooed from her perch on the toilet seat and into the living room as you let the shower run to heat it a little.

The first crash of water against your skin is lukewarm. Tepid. Unappealing, but necessary.

You hate anything other than boiling-you-alive degrees Celsius, but know you need to be kind to your hair after the torture you've put it through. The water runs cloudy until the bleach is rinsed out, and then it runs purple thanks to your silver shampoo. It pools around your feet and seeps into the drain. Wishful thinking has you hoping memories of Seokjin will do just the same.

It's just to preemptively tone it, but you can't help but worry about the pigment taking too strongly on your roots.

The ash toner you found in the cupboard is in a box by the sink. You plan on putting that over the top of whatever mess your hair is anyway, but it doesn't hurt to get a head start on the process.

The water glistens a deep violet, briefly coating your skin - and for some reason, all you can think about is Jeongguk, and how you'd really like to be downing a Purple Starfucker (or five) with him right now. He really is the perfect distraction.

Still, you have a task at hand. You rinse your hair; ring it out. Sigh as you frown at the mess that greets you in the mirror - lilac roots, a yellow band haloing just like your thought it would, and silver ends. Brilliant.

It's as you're sitting with Danbi in the living room a little while later - body wrapped in a towel that isn't half as fluffy as Jeongguk's favourite, ashy toner smothering your peroxide blonde hair - that you notice your phone flash on the coffee table.

Danbi clocks it first, and stifles a laugh as she reads the screen. "Isn't that the guy from the club?"

You assume she means Jeongguk, and are a little perplexed to see it's Jimin's name on your screen instead.

"Yeah... Jimin. Smooth talker, shit shagger."

"A glowing review."

"Hey, I still let him think he was good," you say as you reach for your phone to read his message out loud to Danbi. "You guys out tomorrow night?"

Sipping on her wine, Danbi raises a brow. Shakes her head in confusion. "He hoping for round two?"

"Fuck knows."

It's just gone midnight, so you consider maybe he's thinking about his desire for a hook-up, and is hoping for a safe bet in the form of you.

And so you don't reply. If he double texts, you'll just lie and say you've fallen asleep.

The scent of your toner is beginning to give you a headache, so you go to rinse it and bid farewell to your final day as a brunette.

Sleep evades you. Doesn't want to let go of who you were, apparently. Wine makes you sleepy, and yet you're wired as if you've just had a triple shot americano.

But then it's three in the morning, and all you can seem to smell is the deep conditioner you bathed your hair in that evening.

Somehow, when you look to the empty space beside you - delicately ruffled, a dent prevailing in the pillow - you convince yourself that you can smell fig leaves and coconut. The notes of his favourite aftershave linger like the ache in your chest. It's hollow, and you can't work out why it hurts quite as much as it does.

If there's nothing there, how can it be so painful?

You sniff back tears that fail to truly form and pull your phone from beneath your pillow. It's hard to move your fingers when they're tangled up in puppet strings that Seokjin is refusing to let go of, but eventually you manage to tap through some Instagram stories in a bid to distract yourself from him.

Inspirational quotes don't do much for you, nor do the engagement pictures of people you haven't given a second thought since graduation. There's an abundance of them. Smiling faces. Diamonds, or maybe just cubic zirconia. Fresh sets of nails, hands that are pink and warm from the heat of whoever's been holding them.

It's a curious thought; what people who haven't spoken to you in years must think of you now.

You were the one who was going to succeed. Going far in life, made for a boardroom, would look incredible in a pantsuit - and yet you're working in a cafe, first-class degree of no more worth than the tissue paper you flush down the toilet.

See, you switched out life goals for glitter. You wear it like armour; protect yourself from the world around you. Who cares about seriousness and success when you're a constant disco? Not you. Could never be you.

Or at least, you hope that's what people think. Hope that no one realises you're covering yourself in artificial shine; like a canvas in acrylic because you were too impatient to watch the oil paint dry.

One day you'll glow. Glow for real.

For a while, you thought you had been with Seokjin.

All you see when you look in the mirror these days is tarnished silver; copper alloy pretending to be much more than what it really is. Your skin will turn green eventually.

There is, however, one person you've managed to fool.

When his story pops up - a repost of tomorrow night's paint party event at Dionysus - you find yourself clicking through to your DM thread without much thought. You know he's at work. Know it's a 50/50 whether or not he'll get back to you before your mind begins to berate you again for how miserable you feel.

It's a simple message - hey - and you're pleased that it's met with an equally simple reply not even a minute later.

JustJK: To what do I owe the pleasure?

You decided that 'I'm about to cry over my shitbag ex so chose to message you instead' probably won't be Jeongguk's favourite thing to hear, so you opt for a little white lie.

You: Just wondering how the kids are <3

Part of you worries he won't understand what the fuck you're on about - but of course, he does. He's Jeongguk. Gets you better than you get yourself, these days.

JustJK: Missing their mother.

JustJK: Perry the Pigeon almost fell earlier.

JustJK: Roger the Robin looks like he has a broken wing.

JustJK: Must be one of yours. Inherited his mother's wonkiness <3

With each message that comes through, your smile grows wider in the midnight darkness of your bedroom.

You: Careful or I'll file for joint custody.

You: Get poor Roger away from his father's cruel remarks </3

There's an ease to how you joke together, both aware of how unserious you are. There's no second-guessing, no worrying about saying the wrong thing. If you do, you'll say sorry and move on. No harm, no foul.

JustJK: Your appeal won't hold up in court, Byeol.

JustJK: You've neglected them ever since you spawned them.

JustJK: Haven't even paid them a visit!!!

Laughter stifles in your throat as your body curls up into a more comfortable position. The audacity of this boy, you think, ignoring the way he manages to get you entirely focused on something that isn't your own despair.

You: You've got full custody!!!

JustJK: And you're still allowed to come for supervised visits!!!!!

JustJK: smh and to think you call yourself their mother.

JustJK: I'm their mother now.

You pout at your screen, and whine a small little 'nooo'.

You: They need me :(

JustJK: Come and see them, then. They miss their mother.

You: Tomorrow?

He reads the messages instantly, but takes a little longer than usual to reply. It worries you slightly. Makes you more aware of your surroundings. The scent of Seokjin's aftershave begins to permeate the air once more.

Until, all rather suddenly, it doesn't anymore.

JustJK: I'm not working tomorrow night, but Jimin's insisting on going to the paint party - you coming?

You: Will Perry the Pigeon be there?

JustJK: If he falls before I leave for the club, then yes.

It's not a bad proposition. One that quite intrigues you. One that has you agreeing, and him telling you to fuck off and go to sleep. He's got work to do, he says.

It's actually quite quiet at the club - Yeonjun just caught him looking at his phone with a dumb smile a few too many times for Jeongguk's liking. Doesn't wanna get caught out again.

Especially doesn't want him catching onto the fact that there's a reason Jeongguk's eyes light up like Disco Balls when he looks at his phone.

Yeonjun doesn't really have friends who are girls, Jeongguk reasons with himself. Won't understand that he's perfectly capable of having a little flirt without it meaning anything more than that - after all, isn't that just what banter is? Friendly flirting? He does it with the boys all the time. Doesn't mean fuck all. Just fun.

Jeongguk's a couple of years older than his cerulean-haired coworker, and has learnt the hard way that you really shouldn't escalate friends above the level of purely platonic. One day Yeonjun will realise this.

For now, though, Yeonjun'll shag anyone who looks at him in the right direction. Has probably already ruined a few good friendships. Doesn't even realise he's done it.

Jeongguk trusts himself not to make the same mistakes he's made in the past with you. Thinks that he's pretty happy with how things are. Has missed the dynamics of friendships with girls. Is looking forward to Monday movie night with you and Danbi again.

And yet when he gets home to find Perry the paper pigeon on his bed, he can't help but smile.

You wake up to a picture of the fallen bird in your DMs - and even though you'll whine and complain about it when you see him that evening, all you can do is smile, too.

JustJK: Looks like we're having a wholesome family trip to Dionysus tonight.

You: Mummy and Daddy reunited at last <33 Perry will be so happy.

JustJK: It's okay, you don't have to lie.

JustJK: I know you're talking about yourself, not Perry.

Jeongguk doesn't send the message where he tells you not to call him Daddy. Knows you'll read into it; tease him about it. It's not like he's got a thing for it, or anything, he just... maybe wouldn't be opposed to it, and so he'd rather not be called it when he's having casual conversations with you. Wouldn't wanna get flustered.

Part of you already knows this. Is precisely why you'd said it. It's not really your style, not the kind of thing that gets you going.

But it is also exactly why you choose to end your next message with, 'See you tonight, Daddy x'.

You're laughing as you send it.

And as he receives it, Jeongguk groans. Buries his head into his pillow. Crumples Perry a little in the process. Whines.

"Don't fuck this up, Jeongguk."

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#by holly #jk #jeongguk fanfic #jungkook fanfic #Jungkook Fanfiction #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook ff #jeongguk fic #bartender!jungkook #BD #bad decisions #bangtan #bts fanfic #dappleddaisies

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quicktosimp · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 01 - Handjob

A/N: Hello! This is my first time joining kinktober, and writing smut in general. So I hope this is enjoyable for you ❤️

Warnings: 18+, handjob, praise kink, dirty talk, size kink, alien genitalia, all characters are aged up!

Lo'ak x human!reader

Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕

Divider by @cafekitsune

“Wow, Kiri, what is today, hate on Norm day? Norm wouldn’t be that bad of a dad!” I laughed.

“I would rather drink acid,” Kiri exaggerated.

“Well, there might be a bottle of old bleach in the bathroom.” Spider grinned from the top of a pod.

“Come on guys, seriously, Norm’s a good guy; he taught us so much! He’s been showing me how to take samples of ikrans! I managed to get near one yesterday! And I didn’t need stitches!”

“Dude, you should not be so excited for that,” Spider groaned.

Lo’ak shifted over to me, “How many times do I have to tell you not to go near the ikrans without me?”

Pushing playfully at Lo’ak, “How many times do I have to tell you not to go near the ikrans without me?” I mocked, “You sound like Teyam.” I climbed one of the pods as he scowled, “I do not need a bodyguard, that clear numb nuts?”

“My nuts can’t be numb if I have none,” He grumbled.

Spider winced in the background while Kiri looked at him quizzically, “Why would Lo’ak have numb nuts? Nuts can’t be numb?”

Spider and I looked at each other blankly, neither knowing what to say nor wanting to tackle this. But I can’t help but wonder exactly what is under his tewng and how much I want to feel it, hand, mouth, cunt; I don’t really care at this point.

Because even though Lo’ak and I have been dating for two years now, he’s still scared of hurting me and refuses to do more than gently kissing. At this point, I just want this man to rail me until all my thoughts are gone. I keep dreaming about it, imagining what it would look like, but now I’m not too sure…

“Norm!” Spider gave up on this conversation, dragging Kiri with him.

“Sorry, Babe, but I don’t think I am qualified for this conversation.” I gave Lo’ak a quick peck and started to slide off the tube, “Maybe ask your dad?”

“Why would I ask him?” he grabbed me, holding me tight, “When I can ask you, Yawntutsyìp, you seem to know what’s going on.” flashing me his Cheshire grin.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lay a kiss on his neck, “If you really want to know, then let’s go somewhere else. We’re not having this conversion next to Grace.” I continued my trail of kisses up until I was at the spot under his jaw. A deep rumble came from Lo’ak’s chest; this spot has always been his favorite; whether it be kissing or nuzzling, it never fails to make him purr. If I do it long enough, then I can smell a soft scent, almost like the trees of Pandora, and a hint of banana fruit that Lo’ak always loves. I continue to kiss at that spot, licking it, before I take it into my mouth and suck.

“Fuck, Yawne, you are asking for things you are not ready for,” Lo’ak growled. One of his hands travels down and squeezes my ass; I suck and nibble at his neck. Lo’ak grabs the back of my head, pulling me off his neck with a pop, showing the dark purple spot I felt him,

“That’s enough of that,” his voice in a deep timber, “Now I believe you were going to answer my questions.” he gently pried me off, setting me on my bed.

Groaning from the loss of contact and from the fact that I’m about to give my 9-foot-tall boyfriend a biology lesson, the only thing keeping me going is that I may get my own answers on what’s in his tewng. I clear my throat and fan at my red face, “So what do you know of human biology, like sex-wise?” trying to start this weird conversation.

“Isn’t it the same?” He asks, settling on my bed.

Well…” I began, “I’m not sure about that now,” I bite my lip, “I mean, I’ve kinda noticed over the years, your tewng doesn’t hide much…” I trail off, not sure how to continue.

“What would I need to hide?” His brow furrows.

“You know, your dick and balls?” My face is now a bright red.

Lo’ak looks shaken, “You mean, with humans, those… those are outside of their body at all times?” He whispers.

Now it’s my turn to be shocked, “Yes? Our gentiles are always outside of the body; it’s why we cover up?” My answer comes out as a question, “How… How do yours work? Where are they if they’re not outside?”

“Well, I mean, they stay inside until I need them.” Gesturing to his groin area.

I look there, licking my lips, contemplating my next question; I lean forward and ask, “Can I see?”

Looking up into his eyes, he nods, slowly removing his tewng. Even after talking, I was surprised to see it flat. His stripes on either side of his hips wrap down into a single line down the middle of his naval and looks to wrap around his back. I crawl forward to be closer to him.

“Um, they’re right underneath here.” Pointing to the single stripe.

I reach my hand out, stopping inches away from his chest; I wait for Lo’ak’s permission. At his nod, I stroke his chest, feeling his firm pectorals from his long days as a warrior. I trail down, feeling his abdomen flex as I pet them, loving the feel of his muscular body. Finally, I reach the conjoined strips; I touch them gently. Lo’ak hisses sharply, and I look up at him; his head is thrown back, but his eyes are on me, pupils blown wide. He places his hand on my head, playing with my hair. I stroke the stripe up and down, and Lo’ak spreads his legs wider. I settle in closer and begin to put more pressure on that spot; I feel it start to spread; there’s a little slit that keeps opening the more I touch it. Lo’ak’s slit got deeper, and I saw something peeking out.

“You will need to pull it out,” Lo’ak panted.

I took two of my fingers and dipped them into his slit. Lo’ak’s moans fill the room as I slip deeper. I finally touched something deeper, and using two fingers, I gently pulled it out. And it was like nothing I had seen before. The base was the same color as his skin, and it became lighter the higher it went, with the tip being a light purple. The tip was tapered, almost cone-like, but what caught me off guard was the spines. From below the tip to halfway down his shaft, it was covered in small spine-like riges.

“Not what you were expecting, Yawntutsyìp?” His grin was back; even through his panting, I could see he was smug.

“I’ve never seen anything like you before.” The awe in my voice was evident.

Lo’ak gave a deep chuckle as I stroked his ego.

“I wanna keep going.”

“Fuck baby, you can keep going”

Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I start from the base and move to his tip; the spines were flexible and move with ease as I move to the tip. Lo’ak bucked his hips into my hand once I touched the tip. I went back down, and the spines followed my hand as I went down, almost like they didn’t want me to leave. And I repeated. Again. And again. And again.

“Babe, you can grip it harder than that. Just a little tighter. Yes, yes, just like that, such a good fucking girl.” Lo’ak hissed through his teeth.

I can feel myself getting wet, watching Lo’ak humming in pleasure, and his dick is hotter than I thought it would be. He was throbbing in my grip; I squeezed a bit more when I got to the spines, “FUCK!”, Lo’ak moaned, so I did it again, “Damn baby, you make me feel so good. Ma pretty girl, so good for me.” I moaned at his words, my cunt clenching around nothing. I started moving my hips, grinding on my bed, looking for any friction, just needing a little something.

Lo’ak growled, “Ma Yawntutsyìp, are you fucking yourself on the bed? Don’t worry, be a good girl and finish me off, and that pussy is mine.”

“Please, babe,” I whine.

I focus back on his cock, which had started leaking pre; it was a pretty iridescent color. I rubbed my palm over it to spread it to the rest of his cock, making the glide easier. I want to lick it so bad, but what little sense I have reminds me that ingesting an unknown substance is not a good idea. I bring up my other hand, but Lo’ak grabs my hand puts my fingers in his mouth and sucks. I feel his tongue laps around my fingers and his fangs on the sides of my hand.

I move so I’m sitting on Lo’ak’s thigh, giving me a better seat; he releases my fingers so I can use both hands on him. I have one hand on the lower part of his shaft, and on every down stroke, I make sure to dip into his slit, making his whine. With my other hand, I focus on his spines and tip. I squeeze on the spines and curl my palm on the head. At this point, Lo’ak is fucking my hand.

“Ma Yawntutsyìp, please, faster, please!” His words came out between his pants.

I go faster, hearing the movements of my hands making a wet noise every time, a puddle of precum already on my bed. Lo’ak’s thighs tremble, bumping into my core and hitting my clit. Fueling my desire, wanting more from him, but refusing to take my eyes off the sight in front of me.

“Come on baby, I’m so close, just a bit more,” Lo’ak begs, his chest heaving.

I pick up the pace once more, watching as his dick pulses in my hand and the spines become firmer. I grab firm to the spines and grind my hands around them. Lo’ak became stiff; he threw his head back and unleashed a moan while cumming. Cumming buckets of pretty pearly cum all over my bedding and hands, dripping off of my hands onto and thighs, covering me in his cum as well.

Lo’ak’s eyes darkened as he saw me covered in his cum. He saw some dripping off of my thigh onto my bed; he grabbed my thigh and rubbed his cum into my skin that wasn’t covered by my shorts. He then dipped his hand into the pool of cum on the bed and bought it to my neck, rubbing it into the area underneath my jaw. He placed his face next to mine and sniffed, “You finally smell like me,” He purred, “No one will mistake you as anything but mine now, Yawntutsyìp.”

Lo’ak places his hands under my thighs and lifts me, moving me so I’m laying on my back, his eyes dark as he licks his lip, looming over me, “Now, Syulang, I believe I promised you that I’d take care of you.”

Update: A visual of the genitalia here

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henpillled · 3 months

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Quick n dirty Hurricane post

Hurricane Shopping List

Food:

The government will tell you that you need 3 days of food, you need at least a week. After Ian we were flooded for about 4 days and had no power for 8. You want non perishables and you want tasty non perishables, get things you and your family like. Keep your eye out for sales through the year to keep a good stash.if you don’t have a grill, Get a mini charcoal grill so you can also still cook

Soups

tuna and other canned meats

Ramen (fun, not nutritious)

Snacks like chips and crackers, salsa!*

Single serving sauce packs (go hog wild at fast food places)

Cereal

Fresh fruit

Pasta sauce and pasta

Bread and shelf stable toppings like jelly* and peanut butter

Treats! It sucks, get some gummy bears, get BEER!

Instant coffee

*these aren't technically shelf stable,but yes they are lol, at least for a few days, sugar and acid are both preservatives, if it looks funny, don't eat it, but they'll be fine for a few days

Everything in your freezer will be good too, at least for a while. Eat everything in your fridge first, but after a few days, if you are going to lose everything in your freezer anyway, open it up and start using meats etc in there.

Water:

There are 4 categories for water, Drinking, cooking, cleaning, and flushing. ** if you do not have hot water, you need to be using bleach or vinegar or everything that gross. Hot water is our best friend and if we do not have her we need to kill every germ, without proper plumbing there are bad germs everywhere.

Drinking: half gallon to gallon per person per day

Cooking: A gallon per day, more if you have a larger family

These two need to be in sanitized containers intended for water storage, so bottled water, or food grade 5 gallon containers, tractor supply has good ones, or the huge water jugs at the grocery store.

Cleaning***: as much as you can, personally i start saving every 2 liter, OJ bottle, milk jug etc from about January to hurricane season so i can fill them all up when a storm is on the way. This doubles as you-cleaning water, so the more the better

Flushing: as much as physically possible. Fill up every tub, every sink, fill up your trash cans. I am 100% serious you WILL run out of flushing water before anything else. Literally as much as possible.

Misc items:

Battery banks, whether proper banks, or your laptop to use as a bank

A full tank of gas, never go under half a tank during hurricane season

This radio is great

Proper first aid kit (you should already have one tbh)

Any medications you need, check your state laws to see if you can get emergency prescription refills

Toys, books, any kind of entertainment really, it gets boring, couldnt imagine being a toddler.

Extra pet food

Baby wipes

Extra period products

Corn starch is a decent dry shampoo

General tips:

Find a radio station with a morning show, find several. There was a group in my area that was broadcasting 24/7 taking calls from people with trucks and people who needed help or medicine. They saved lives.

Park your cars as high as possible, and as close to your house as you can

It is so much better to feel silly with all this stuff than to be caught off guard

Lock your pets in a non carpeted room if you can.

Do laundry!!!!!

Shower and scrub every square inch a few hours before the storm starts, wash your hair!!!

Have 2 weeks of undies

Check on your neighbors

DO NOT GO INTO FLOOD WATERS WHY DO PEOPLE DO THIS THIS IS HOW YOU GET HEPATITIS

Have a plan for if it floods, have important docs and some food in a bag ready to go. If you are in an attic without a way to break through the roof, you will drown.

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hello i am here for toxic brocedes :)

Post Met Gala 2016, Lewis/Nico with a hint of Lewis/Miles, 1.2k

In the end, Lewis can’t bear to go to the afterparty. He can’t imagine cramming himself into a booth, nodding his head to the glitzy thump of American dance pop, and watching Miles dance and drink and flirt like he didn’t just alter the course of Lewis’s life. So he takes a car back to the Manhattan apartment—drives it himself, even, silent behind the wheel—and sits in the underground parking garage with the engine still running until the worst of the emotion drains out of him. If he was always going to leave alone, it was better that he left on his own terms.

He shuts off the car, ducks out and orients himself towards the elevator. It must have started raining when he was inside the Met, and now it’s all seeped underground, dripping from the concrete ceiling and pooling in the potholes on the garage’s asphalt. The heels of his loafers click and echo. He steps inside the elevator when it arrives.

His apartment is a swanky two-bedroom on the ninth floor that Nicole picked out for him when he was sufficiently big-time to require a base in New York. He still remembers clutching her to his side in this exact elevator while she teetered in her heels, drunk and cold after a night out. That was years ago. He blinks, realizing he hasn’t yet selected his floor. The elevator lurches into motion a moment later, and Lewis’s stomach clenches.

He’s still seeing Miles in his mind’s eye when the elevator opens on his floor. The fucking striped suit. The bleach blonde fucking hair. Miles was seated next to Rihanna, which meant it was impossible for Lewis to make any kind of impression. He blows out a tense breath, halfway down the hallway to his door. As if Miles would want him that way.

Lewis twists the key in the lock, and nudges the door open with his shoulder, expecting the dim stillness of his empty apartment. Orange light spills into the hallway when the door opens instead.

Lewis squints against the light. His head is pounding like the hangover is already kicking in.

“You look rough,” says Nico.

Lewis blinks rapidly, as though shaking a nightmare, but it really is Nico. The shape of him resolves, hunched over a bottle of rum at Lewis’s kitchen island. His blonde hair is too short to flop in his face like it used to. Lewis shuts the door behind himself and kicks his shoes in the vague direction of the closet.

“What are you doing here,” says Lewis. His voice is deadpan and gravelly. Like a smoker, or someone who doesn’t care.

“I saw you on TV,” says Nico, lifting his glass and swirling it around. There are only a few millimetres left, and the bottle is half empty. “You’re… really doing it.” He raises the glass to his lips, but doesn’t drink. “You’re growing out of me.”

Fuck it, Lewis thinks, tossing his keys on the island and sliding into a seat across from Nico. He gestures for the glass, and Nico tops it up obligingly and slides it over. When Lewis drinks, he knows he’s tasting Nico’s saliva on the rim.

“Another one,” says Lewis. Nico tips another few fingers of rum in the glass and Lewis tosses it back. The last time he and Nico were this civil in such close proximity was the beginning of 2013, before Nico was married.

“What are you drinking to?” says Nico, watching Lewis sip on his third glass, cheek resting in his palm, blue eyes limpid underneath the pendant lights.

Lewis sucks down another bitter sip. “I met someone,” he says.

Nico raises an eyebrow. Lewis doesn’t know what reaction he was expecting.

“He’s a fencer,” says Lewis. “Tall, blonde, stylish.”

“And where is he now?” says Nico, glancing around theatrically. It doesn’t have the intended effect, probably because Nico is completely wasted.

“Probably fucking Rihanna,” says Lewis. “Fuck.” He presses his face into his hand. His cheeks are numb. Nico snorts across the island, wiggling the glass out of Lewis’s lax grip and pouring himself another drink.

“I know something that will make us both feel better,” says Nico.

Lewis unburies his face from his hand and fixes Nico with a serious look. He’s only here because Lewis gave him a key when he was still sleeping around on Nicole, and because he saw Lewis on TV and booked a flight to New York, apparently. Nico’s lips are wrapped around the rim of the glass, where Lewis’s just were. He doesn’t look like he’s expecting much.

“No thanks,” says Lewis.

Nico shrugs. “Fair enough. I’ll try again in the morning.”

“How do you figure?” says Lewis.

“I don’t think either of us want to sleep alone tonight,” Nico hazards.

“And what if you’re wrong?” says Lewis. He wants another drink, but he’s still got another twenty minutes before his last few catch up with him. He might end the night kneeling over the toilet bowl. It’s a good thing Nico’s here after all.

“Feel free to send me packing,” says Nico. “I don’t think you’re going to, though.”

Lewis presses his fingertips into the granite countertop. He watches the flesh under his nails turn white. “You’re really fucking irritating, you know,” says Lewis.

“I know,” says Nico, tilting his head.

“You fucking did this to yourself,” says Lewis, gesturing. He doesn’t even know what he’s doing with his hands, other than showing that he’s angry. “You stranded yourself at my apartment because you wanted to test me like this.”

“Test you?” says Nico.

“Yeah,” says Lewis. He can hear himself slurring. It’s remarkable that Nico is still speaking so elegantly. “You want to measure how much I want you.”

Nico snorts. “I’m getting the sense that it’s less than you used to. I fucking miss wanting you, though. I’m sorry your fencer is straight.”

“Yeah,” says Lewis, choking on a little laugh. He misses it too. There’s a hole in him where his feelings for Nico used to be. It’s like the black spot that you see when you stare at a lightbulb for too long, when the rods and cones in your retinas get so excited they burn out. “Come on,” he says, sliding out of his seat.

Nico trails after him, towards the bedrooms in the back of the apartment. “I told you you weren’t going to,” he says.

“Shut up,” Lewis tells him. When he reaches the bathroom, he digs a spare toothbrush out of the mirror cabinet and hands it to Nico. “Wait your turn,” he says.

Nico makes a funny face at that, but he backs out of the bathroom and leaves Lewis to fumble drunkenly around the bathroom for his cleanser and his toothpaste. He finishes up after an indeterminate age, mouth thick with the taste of rum and spearmint, like the foul aftermath of a mojito, and pads out of the bathroom, head spinning.

Nico is sitting on the foot of the bed clutching his spare toothbrush when Lewis enters the bedroom. “I’m finished,” says Lewis, lamely. He strips his shirt off and tosses it at the laundry bin. Nico disappears into the bathroom. Lewis tries to conjure Miles, if only to torture himself, but his thoroughly intoxicated imagination can’t manage it. At least something worked. He slides into bed between cold sheets and buries his head in the pillow. A few minutes later, Nico joins him, tenting the sheets at Lewis’s back.

“Goodnight, Lewis,” says Nico.

Lewis shuts his eyes and carefully doesn’t think about what the fuck he’ll do tomorrow morning when he wakes up sober with Nico in his bed.

“Goodnight,” Lewis croaks, willing sleep towards him.

#i am sincerely interested to hear thoughts on the lewis/nico lewis/miles overlap! i'm trying to catch lewis in the transitional phase #where brocedes is well and truly ending but lewis hasn't yet become the person that could date a man other than nico #i wrote this #brocedes #lewis/miles

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Tiger Inside Chapter One

Stray Kids Mafia (Ongoing)

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WC: 2.6k

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

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Remember when we were kids and the teacher would instruct us to draw whatever we wanted to be when we grew up? Boy, were all of mine wrong.

Instead of being the doctor,

the firefighter,

the astronaut,

the vet,

I’m traversing a crowded upscale lounge, delivering drinks to plastered patrons clad in designer suits as they discuss their next business merger. Something I wouldn’t highly suggest digesting beside a bottle of drained soju, but who am I to decide that.

Rather, my drawings should have been that of a scandalously dressed cocktail waitress, the click of heels echoing off of stained mahogany, eyes shallow in the shadows from nights of little sleep, and the forced smile in lieu of a groan at another poor excuse of a drunken pickup line.

My body sat propped up by my elbows on the cold surface of the bar, my eyes pointed, but unfocused, on the bottles of liquor adorning the shelf. The music and voices behind me failed to make it past my ears, a simple white noise drowned out by the mindless black screen that sat behind my eyes.

“Earth to Siu, any lights on in there?” I blinked sharply as my attention is pulled to the gentleman standing across the bar with snapping fingers, a tray littered with expertly assembled drinks placed in front of me.

“Shit, thank you” Quickly snapped back to my reality, I slipped the tray forward onto my hand and raised it to my shoulder, before finally looking up to the bartender’s eyes watching me, carefully painted with worry. “I’m good Seongho, just zoned out for a second.” I flashed him my best attempt of a smile before retreating back into the sea of patrons.

Blossom sat tucked away in a back alley, door unlisted, in the dark corners of the Gangnam Business District. Those in attendance only knowing of the location by word of mouth. It made for a simpler atmosphere in terms of customer service. Our patrons were always regulars, creating a social environment, and causing loose lips of the inebriated businessmen made far too comfortable sharing details of their personal lives beyond the front door of the establishment.

This made it that much more surprising when a glance to the door let me observe two unfamiliar faces strolling in and making their way to a booth in the back corner, much younger than the usual, older crowd. My gaze follows the two across the room, once distinctly taller than the other and both in expertly tailored suits. The tray perched upon my hand is now tucked under my arm after placement of the last drink, making my way towards the newcomers now settled in their booth. In my approach I can notice they haven’t spoken to each other at all since sitting, instead they sat silently observing those around them. A tension sat in the air as I neared their table, an uneasy feeling quickly settling into my stomach as I leaned against the end of their booth, giving my best go at a genuine smile in an attempt to slice the thick air as I spoke.

“Been a while since we’ve seen some new faces here, welcome to Blossom.” My eyes flicked between the two, trying to give them a grin, the feeling in my stomach starting to make permanent residence “My name is Siu, what can I get you two to drink tonight?” The moment Siu left my lips the two exchanged a glance before the taller of the two grabs my attention with a clearing of the throat. His hair is a crisp blonde, perfectly swept back with what looked to be enough hairspray to commit arson at just the thought of a spark. His eyes avoid mine, still glued to the peer in front of him. The second male had equally bleached hair, although shorter and much more tousled than the first’s. His cheeks were peppered with freckles, a bit of boyish charm to his appearance. I held my arms across the tray pressed to my stomach, finding at least some solace in closing in my body language just slightly through the tension.

“Two whiskeys, neat.” The first’s voice was sharp, quick and to the point. I pursed my lips with a subtle nod, clearly they weren’t going to be the talking type.

“Alrighty then, I’ll be back shortly with those.” Tucking the tray back under my arm, I settled firmly back on both feet before turning my way back towards the bar.

“Could I possibly get a water with that too? Please and thank you!” The second’s voice caught me off guard, much deeper than I initially would have expected coming from that face, especially paired with the grin that quickly adorned his cheeks. At least one of them seemed friendly. With a smile and a nod I turned back on my heels. “You don’t have to be so cold to her, Hyung.” ever so quietly I could hear him mutter to the first as I walked away. I let a quiet giggle leave my lips, go figure the younger was the more polite one, but even taking to scolding his older was going to be entertaining to me.

“New blood?” Seongho nodded to the two in the corner before glancing back to me with a raised brow.

“Yeah, interesting characters for sure. Not the usual crowd.” I set the tray to the counter, glancing back over my shoulder and catching the eye of the older of the two burning into my skin. I quickly swiveled back to Seongho, with wide eyes. “Alrighty then, we got a watcher, add that to the list.” Our exchanged laughter at the two muffled by the start of a new vocals from the stage where the live artist settled in front of the mic with a fresh trot song. “They want two whiskeys, neat. Oh, and a water too” Seongho made haste pulling a bottle from the shelf behind him, filling two rocks glasses and placing them onto the tray with a grin and a wink.

“Good luck out there, don’t let ‘em eat you alive.” He quickly added a water bottle before shooing me off into the crowd once more, the rest of the night falling into the same monotonous pattern as always.

The two started to frequent the lounge every night, and each night turned into weeks, then quickly months. Slowly but surely I was able to chip away at the icy exterior of the older. He finally began to speak to me in full sentences, and dare I say I’ve gotten some laughter out of him on a couple occasions. I definitely spent more time focusing on him, determined to get him out of his hard shell. Eventually they shared their names, finally getting to put Hyunjin and Felix to their faces. Without fail they always showed up in their crisp suits, never a thread out of place and ties never loosened, their order always two whiskey neats and a water for Felix. Seongho insisted that they never showed up when I wasn’t working, but I kept assuring him that they were probably just sneaking in under the radar as usual and being assisted back in the corner unnoticed.

The night already wasn’t playing out smoothly for me, missing my bus adding time to my already long commute and surely setting me up for a late clock in. I made my way quickly out to the floor, finding Seongho behind the bar as I let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m so glad you’re working tonight, everything has been going wrong and it’s nice to see your face here.” I began to grab a tray and prepare it in front of me as Seongho immediately set two whiskeys and a water onto it.

“Your boys are already here, been waiting for you in the usual booth.” I glanced over my shoulder to see Felix sitting facing the bar, the spot usually occupied by Hyunjin, as he gave me a small wave and soft smile. I turned back to Seongho, with a sigh. “Yeongja tried greeting them and asking their order, but they just told her they’ll happily wait for you to get here.” With a groan I started to lift the tray onto my hand.

“So I’m the only one allowed to serve them? They’re choosing favorites now?”

“Siu, you’re always the only one serving them.” Seongho leaned against his hands on the bar and glanced back to the booth. “This is just the first time they explicitly mentioned you. Maybe one of ‘em has a little crush you never know.” He quickly clapped his hands together with a mischievous grin. “Oh my god, maybe you can finally get a date.” I swear my eyes rolled back so fast that if they had any more force behind it they would’ve popped directly out of my skull.

“You’re very funny, Seongho.” Balancing the tray upon my hand I maneuvered through the crowd to the back corner where Hyunjin and Felix sat, in a tense silence just like the first day they came. Setting the glasses down, I grinned at the two.

“My apologies for my late arrival tonight, one of our other waitresses would have been glad to serve you so you two weren’t waiting on me” My smile wasn’t reciprocated from either of the boys, that original unsettling feeling back in my stomach. This felt like a weird case of deja vu.

“You had us worried there for a second.” Hyunjin took a sip from his glass, staring forward at the table, his cold demeanor clearly back. “We thought you weren’t going to show tonight.”

“Oh no I’ll always be here, just ran into some hiccups that made me a bit late.” My forced smile was surely becoming more evidently fake as I tried to keep the conversation going. Even Felix has a bit of chill to him tonight, the two exchanged a glance before Felix finally looks up to me with a strained smile.

“Well don’t let us keep you, we know you’re probably behind schedule now and have a lot on your plate.” With a smile and slight bow I thanked the younger before continuing to make my rounds around the floor, a full house of patrons making use of their Friday night.

Thankfully the night seemed to progress fast and smoothly, at least my shift was going on without a hitch. Although I realized time had escaped me and I hadn’t had the chance to check in with Hyunjin and Felix for a while, but as I glanced over to their booth I found it empty. A twinge of disappointment settled in my chest at not being able to bid them goodbye, but I knew they’d be back during my next shift and I could once again apologize to them for letting time get the best of me.

Seongho and I slipped our coats on, the night finally coming to an end. He flicked the lights off behind us as we exited into the late night air before turning around and securely locking the door behind us and making our way down the alley to the main street.

“Are you in tomorrow?” Seongho’s voice finally broke the silence as we reached the sidewalk before parting ways.

“No, thankfully I can rest tomorrow, I’m exhausted.” I stretched my arms back, feeling the pull in my muscles before glancing back to Seongho. “Get home safe, alright?”

“You too, Siu. Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe.” Seongho patted my arm before making his way up the street as I turned the opposite way and started my own trek home.

I’ll be first to say that I know walking home at such an hour alone is never my best choice, but it had a calming nature to it within the empty streets. Only the occasional passing car and very few other pedestrians littering the streets. It provided me with the much needed calm down period after my shifts, and I wouldn’t trade those walks for the world.

Yet tonight proved itself different, a looming anxiety was firm in my bones that my walk wasn’t as lonely as usual, but could never pinpoint the reasoning for the feeling. No one was in sight, and each time I turned around to check, no one was behind me. I contemplated trying to catch a bus for the remainder of my commute, but instead of feeling like a sitting duck at a bus station I opted for adding a bit of pep to my step and speeding up my steps.

A wave of relief washed over me as I finally reached the doors of my apartment building, slipping in as fast as I could and ensuring the door was firmly shut behind me before making my way towards the elevators. The building was quiet as ever at these hours, not a voice or peep to be heard. There was nothing I was looking forward to more than removing my makeup and crawling into bed under my warm covers and allowing myself to drift into slumber. A warm shower was in the plan as well, my muscles felt stiff and needed some form of relaxation.

Finally settled into pajamas, wet hair, and tea in hand I slipped under the blankets, immediate comfort taking over me as the hot liquid made its way through my chest like the roots of a tree. I flicked on the tv, searching for a documentary to put on for a quiet lull of a voice to assist in my sleep before settling my head onto the pillow and letting my eyelids grow heavy.

The morning sun was the first thing to wake me up, the absence of a screaming alarm giving some comfort to my warm morning. Sitting up, I attempted to blink the sleep away from my eyes, the morning fog starting to clear from my head with a yawn.

My slippers dragged across the floor as I shuffled into the kitchen, in dire need of a cup of morning coffee. After prepping the coffee maker, I leaned against the counter and crossed my robe tighter across my body in an attempt to hold in any warmth before the heater could finally kick on and warm the apartment.

The ding of a complete coffee cycle alerted me to my prepared drink. Sipping from my mug, I leaned against the counter again, waiting for the caffeine to make its way into my veins. I scanned the apartment from my spot, making a mental note of my to-do list needing to be completed throughout my day. My eyes fell on my front door next, more specifically a white envelope on the floor sitting in front of it.

“What the fuck…” I set down my mug and made my way towards it. Surely this wasn’t there when I got home last night, I would have noticed it when I took my shoes off. Its positioning looking like it had been slipped under my door in the night. Bending down to pick it up, I slowly broke the seal of it and began to unfold the paper sitting inside, the name on the sheet quickly making my stomach drop and all source of breath leave my body.

Y/n.

We need to have a talk.

East bank of the Tancheon bridge, 9pm.

- Felix.

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#stray kids mafia #stray kids #skz mafia #skz #lee know x reader #lee know enemies to lovers #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #jeongin #fanfiction #stray kids freeze #drunkewok

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loungeact-143 · 2 months

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Let Me Help You(Part 2)

Description: Y/n had been depressed and didn't clean her room for a while, She kept it from chan. Chan found out about Y/n's state of her depression, and helped Y/n clean her room.

Part 1

"What's wrong, baby? Come on, let's go to your room, yeah?

Y/n's brain froze at his words, that's what she was trying to hide for so long. She realized that Chan wasn't going to leave, and she couldn't just push him out, physically speaking. There was no point of trying to be vague with him anymore. Y/n meekly nodded and walked to her room. Chan held her hand as they went to her bedroom. He noticed her body odor but didn't say anything, he was just happy that he got to see his girlfriend.

Y/n just opened the door, wanting to get it over with. Chan's mouth opened at the sight of her room, he held Y/n's hand tighter, his heart breaking that she was living like this for so long. Tears threatened to fall down his face, Y/n was still looking down. "Y/n *sniffles* baby...why didn't you tell me that you were living like this?" Chan's lips quivered.

"I-I was afraid that you would judge me, I'm sorry." tears fell down her face. She hugged Chan, Chan held the back of her head.

"No, baby...I want you to be okay. I would never judge you for something like this."

"It's gotten so bad, Chan *sniffles*"

"Let me help you, baby. Go take a shower and I'll go get some trash bags."

He kissed her forehead and rubbed the back of her head. Y/n nodded and wiped her tears. She went to go turn on the shower, feeling the water temperature. Chan handed her a new change of comfy clothes, he then went to the kitchen to get some trash bags, tears starting to fall down his face. Thinking about how tired and lost Y/n looked.

This was the first time in a few weeks that Y/n took a shower, it felt refreshing to wash off the guilt and shame. She continued wiping her tears as she cleaned herself with coconut scented body wash.

15 minutes later....

Y/n dried herself off and put her clothes on. She had on pink fuzzy shorts and a old t-shirt with a cute print on it. She brushed all the built up knots and kinks out her hair, finally being able to run her fingers through her hair. She walked out the bathroom and looked for Chan. Chan smiled as she saw Y/n in a much healthier looking state, she had light in her eyes again. He walked towards Y/n and gave her a hug and a kiss on the lips, Y/n's ears turning red from the interaction. He smiled at Y/n and gave her a trash bag. "Let's get started" Chan said, his gaze softening at Y/n's blushed face.

They walked to her room, they started picking up the empty cup bottles, ones that she had, and ones from fast food places. All of the smelly drinks were poured down the drain, they put Y/n's empty cups in the dishwasher. They then worked on separating Y/n's clean and dirty clothes, which took 30 minutes, Chan was there the entire way. Y/n put her dirty clothes, bed sheets, and bath towels in the washer machine. It then came time to clean the surfaces of her room. Chan grabbed some bleach wipes and handed some to Y/n. They wiped her nightstands, her dresser, and the surfaces in her bathroom. They placed all of her decorations and accessories back where they belonged, Y/n's personality was starting to show in her room again. They finished the last final touches, like mopping the floors, cleaning the mirrors, windows and putting air freshener clips in her room, getting rid of the smell of expired drinks.

Hours later

It was about 2:00 am and Chan had put Y/n's now clean dishes in the cupboards. He then took Y/n's stuff out the dryer. They placed her light blue bedsheets back on her bed, then they placed her towels in her bathroom, and they spent time hanging her clothes up in her closet. Y/n sat on her bed and wiped the sweat off her forehead, Chan sat down behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, his head resting on her shoulder.

"I can actually sleep on my bed now" Y/n chuckled

Chan laughed at her words, he looked around Y/n's room. Comparing it now, to how it looked when he first came in a few hours ago. It was night and day. "Thank you....for helping me *sniffles*"

Chan noticed Y/n's tone and walked to kneel in front of Y/n, grabbing her face, making her look at him.

"You don't have to thank me, baby. I'm your boyfriend, I'm supposed to help you. Can you promise me something though?" Y/n nodded. "If you're feeling depressed like that again, please don't shut me out. I knew something wasn't right with you, that's why I came over your place unannounced. I love you and I want to know what you're feeling"

Y/n saw the tears in Chan's eyes and her heart broke, feeling guilty that she was the reason for his tears.

"Okay Chan, I won't hide from you anymore, I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize baby, I love you."

"I love you too, Channie."

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An: Y’all omg I love how this story came out. It’s definitely top 3 of my favorites so far. 🤧🫶🏽

#bang chan #stray kids #y/n #chan x reader #fem reader #chan #angst with a happy ending #angst

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Ours | Chapter 18

Colson x Presley (Original Female Character)

Synopsis: Presley and Colson fell in love accidentally, but they were meant to be. Now that all the obstacles have been removed, they're moving in together in LA. Now, they have all the time in the world for Colson to teach Presley all of the things he knows. This fic is the sequel to Mine, which can be found in my masterlist!

Warnings/Content: A little more angst but it's wrapping up I promise, mentions of suicide, mentions of panic attacks, mentions of not eating due to mental health issues, smut (18+), oral sex (f receiving), desperate sex, col coming in his pants, swearing, squirting, fluffy sweet aftercare

This is the final chapter of Ours (excluding the epilogue but it's super short) and I'm so grateful for everyone's love and feedback for this series. If you don't already know, there will be a third part and I'm so excited to write it. I hope you all love it!

Presley

I can’t believe I lost it that badly.

I sleep for hours on Colson’s chest. When I wake up, he’s asleep, too, and I study his face, memorizing his features over and over again. The tightness in my chest is not normal. This is not just depression or anxiety. This is something deeper, and that really scares me.

I wish like hell that it was easy to move past it, but how am I ever supposed to let go of the fact that if I hadn’t left Colson, he would never have put the wheels in motion to kill himself? How can he say it isn’t my fault – how can anyone say that? I know they’d all blame me if Colson had gone through with it. I can see it now – everyone trying to be sensitive at the funeral, but someone would lose it, point their finger at me, and say, “She’s the reason he killed himself!”

God, I don’t want to have another panic attack. I’m already so weak and exhausted from the first one. My entire body hurts, my head throbbing. I haven’t eaten anything today, nor have I had any water, and I feel like almost every physical need anyone could have is plaguing me right now.

But I can’t let go of my husband.

My mouth is so dry that I can barely breathe. My stomach twists with nausea, an ironic reaction to hunger, and my bladder is so full that it hurts. But despite all this, despite knowing my water bottle is right there on the table, that a toilet is right around the corner, I can’t get off of Colson. Jesus. Am I going to piss myself lying here because I’m so attached? Get it together, I say to myself, and even though it makes my blood pressure hike, I extricate myself from Colson’s arms.

After emptying my bladder, I chug down half of my water bottle before taking a breath, and then I drink the rest of it. Colson starts to stir as I drink. He blinks his eyes open and then looks down at himself, eyes widening a little with worry when he doesn’t see me. He snaps his head over and relaxes as soon as he sees me. “Hey,” he rasps sleepily.

“Hey,” I say, voice small.

“Did you get some sleep?” he asks. He looks so endearing and adorable right now, his bleached hair all fluffy from sleep, his long eyelashes shadowing tired eyes.

I nod. “Yeah. I’m starving, though,” I admit.

Guilt crosses Colson’s features for a millisecond. “You haven’t been eating,” he remarks, almost as if he’s just now realizing it himself. With that, he hops off the couch and lifts me into his arms. I can’t help but smile a little, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck like a koala bear.

Colson sets me on the countertop and pecks my lips softly before turning to open the fridge. “What sounds good?”

I’m weirdly relaxed, despite what happened earlier. I’m not hiding anything from Colson anymore, and that in and of itself is a relief. “Anything,” I say.

Colson nods. “Got it.”

Colson makes me crispy chicken cutlets, a salad, and garlic mashed potatoes. I’m shocked by how much I’m actually able to eat – two full plates. The food is incredible and I feel so much better after eating. We eat on the floor in the living room with a candle lit, passing a joint back and forth. We talk about everything but the bad shit, and before I know it, Col has me laughing and smiling. For the first time in forever, it finally feels like us again. Our journey is far from over, but what I do know is that I don’t have to do it alone.

The next day, I sleep in. I wake up to the sound of Colson’s voice. He’s on the phone, clearly trying to be quiet, but I know he’s still in our bedroom because he didn’t want to leave me.

“Thank you. Alright, bye,” he says, ending the phone call. He glances over at me and when he sees I’m awake, he comes over and crawls back into bed. “Hi, love,” he murmurs, wrapping around me.

“Hey,” I say, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “Who was that?”

“My psychiatrist,” he says. “We’re going to go see her today and get you some help, okay?” His voice is gentle and so kind, and even though it's a little scary, I relax.

“You’ll be with me, right?” I ask.

Colson nods, nuzzling into my shoulder. “Of course. I’m not going anywhere.”

We’re quiet for a moment and then I roll over in his arms and look up at him. He wears nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that hug his butt perfectly. I haven’t felt desire since the first day he came home, but all at once, it rushes in so intensely that I feel a little dizzy with it. Using my legs, I pull his thigh between mine. Colson arches a brow but lets me pull him closer.

“Baby?” he questions. He doesn’t need to, though. He knows me well enough to know exactly what I want. His throat bobs as he swallows. “Are you sure?”

I nod, suddenly feeling absolutely desperate for him. “I miss you,” I say quietly. “Just want to be close to you.”

“Don’t do it because you think it’s what I want,” he murmurs, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Just holding you is enough for me.”

Boldly, I slip my hand between our bodies and grip his cock, already hardening in his boxers. I arch a brow, smirking just a little. His words definitely don’t match his body’s reaction. “Well, it’s not enough for me,” I say, and with that, my husband’s eyes darken. I can see the moment when he gives in.

“Then get on your back,” he says. I do as I’m told and Colson instantly disappears beneath the blankets. I let out a shaky breath in anticipation of what’s coming. Colson slips between my thighs, big hands lifting each one over his shoulder at a time. I fell asleep in a big t-shirt of his and no panties, and when he notices, the breath he lets out is so warm it makes me shiver.

I lift the blankets to look down at him and his eyes lock on mine, his pupils so wide the iris is almost invisible. He brings his gaze to my pussy and bites his lip as he studies me. When his thumb lightly brushes over my clit, my hips twitch and Colson chuckles low. “Sensitive,” he murmurs, and then he presses a kiss to the crease between my thigh and my pussy. I hold a whimper in my throat as my legs start to tremble with anticipation. Just having him between my legs has me so aroused that I’m sure I’m already wet.

Colson presses a tender kiss to my clit, sweet and loving, and the gesture makes my breath catch in my throat. His eyelashes flutter as his eyes close, and the next kiss is open-mouthed and wet and hot, as are the ones that follow. Just his kisses can undo me, can make me so wet that it ruins my panties, and when he kisses between my legs, it heightens the experience tenfold. Sparks fly, electricity zinging through my body at the sensations his talented mouth can bring.

When my husband moans with my pussy in his mouth, my spine arches off the bed and my hands fist the sheets, effectively dropping the blanket. I can't see him anymore so I scramble to push the comforter out of the way. The morning sunlight peeks around the curtains, illuminating his white-blonde hair and eyelashes. He is a devil that looks like an angel when he takes care of me and I don’t think I’ll ever get over the way he affects me.

I gasp when Colson’s hands brace beneath my thighs and shove them up, lifting my lower half off the bed. His dark eyes lock on mine as he moves his tongue lower, swiping over everything before returning to my clit. I tense up, a little surprised. We’ve of course had anal, but he’s never had his mouth anywhere near my ass. I never saw the appeal; why do that when I have a much more sensitive clit right there? But it’s so erotic and almost…forbidden and it takes my breath away. Colson repeats his motions, moaning against me before his tongue lands on my clit and twists around it in circles.

“H-holy fuck,” I choke out, shoulders lifting off the bed in response to the pleasure. My stomach is rock hard with tension, so hard that I’m starting to tremble. Colson can’t stop moaning against my pussy and the vibrations are making me see stars. The room heats and my vision starts to flutter around the edges. I’m practically hyperventilating as he has his way with me, showing me just how perfectly he can use his mouth.

Half of me wants to beg him to put his fingers inside me, but I’m curious to see if he can actually get me to come without putting anything inside of me. If he can do it with just his mouth. As his plush lips close around my swollen clit and suck as his tongue continues to work, my stomach starts to knot up, telling me that, yes, my husband can make me come with just his mouth.

“Cols,” I practically wheeze, grabbing a handful of his hair. “Holy shit, baby, ‘mgonna come.” My words slur together; I’m drunk with pleasure as my pussy starts to clench around nothing. My heart races and I let my head fall onto the pillow as tingles creep up my spine and my stomach ties itself in such a tight knot that it almost hurts. And then, the knot explodes in my belly as I let it all go.

My body moves erratically beneath his mouth, even as his hands hold my hips down. I sob at the pleasure, hips twitching upwards as my clit throbs on his tongue. I’m just starting to come down when Colson comes up, slotting himself between my legs. He presses his clothed cock to my aching clit and grinds forward. I look up at his face and notice how tightly his brow is knitted together. His lips are parted as he pants and the way he ruts against me is so familiar that I reach down and grab his ass to help work him towards his own rapture.

“Fuckfuckfuuuuuck,” he chokes out. “Baby–” I watch his face, reveling in his unabashed pleasure as he comes from nothing other than giving me head and a little bit of grinding. It will never not shock me how I, some girl who was a virgin less than a year ago, can get Machine Gun Kelly, a well-known sex god, to come in his pants. And I love every fucking second of it.

Colson relaxes on top of me, our hearts fluttering against each other, and then he lifts his head to kiss me hard, so hard that my pussy already aches for him again. “I’m not done, I promise,” he breathes. “Just couldn’t help it. Your taste, your sounds, fuck.” His words melt into a moan. “Love you so fuckin’ much.”

“Get on your back,” I say, touching his cheek. Colson’s eyes sparkle. He loves when I ride him and I love it just as much, but I’ve got something else in store for him. I’ve been doing my research, or at least I was before everything went to shit. There’s something I’ve been wanting to try forever and now I finally have that chance.

I drop my shirt to the floor and help him out of his boxer briefs, and for a second, I’m tempted to slip my hand into his boxers, to feel what I did to him. Jesus, Colson has made me filthy. I drop the soiled boxers onto the floor and climb over top of him. There’s still cum on his tip and smeared slightly on his belly, and my eyes darken. I can’t help myself, moving down his body to lick up the leftover spend from his skin. Colson shudders and moans and his cock twitches, already hard again.

He reaches for me and I come up, but then I turn around. “Holy fuck,” Colson says when he realizes what I’m doing. I smirk as I crawl over his body and position his cock at my entrance. It’s a little difficult to situate at first; I’m so used to the way he fits perfectly when I’m riding him the other way. Reverse cowgirl is more difficult than it looks but I’ll do it for Col.

With his help, I finally sink down on him, and while it isn’t the most comfortable position for me, I don’t care. Because Colson’s hands have a bruising grip on my hips and he’s already moaning shamelessly behind me. I tip my head back, letting my long hair graze his chest, and he grips onto it, tugging. I moan at the slight roughness and try to move, but it’s tough, until Colson bends his knees, giving me his thighs to use for leverage.

When I start to grind back and forth, Colson curses loudly. “Th-that’s it, baby, h-holy fuck,” he says shakily. “So good, Pres. so fucking – oh shit – perfect.”

I love how powerful I feel, unwinding my man the way I am. “Colson,” I moan as pleasure starts to creep in. I won’t be able to come like this, but that’s okay.

After a few minutes, Colson slows my motions, and I look back at him over my shoulder. He grins at me. “As much as I love this, I want to see your face,” he confesses, and I melt a little as I lift myself off of him and turn around. But instead of letting me ride him, Colson flips our bodies over and settles his weight onto me. With a slow grind of his hips, his cock slides back inside of me until it’s home. His hands slide beneath my ass and squeeze, pulling me closer to him, and with his eyes on mine, he starts fucking me hard.

Pleasure rushes in so fast that I can’t stop the moans bubbling out of me. I can feel myself getting wetter around him as he pounds into me, our skin slapping together. “Colson,” I whimper. “Fuck, baby–”

“Yeah,” Colson grits out, squeezing my ass even harder. “Fuck, I love you. So good to me.” He presses kisses along my collarbone and over my shoulder. My eyes are practically crossed at this point, the pleasure so overwhelming in the best way.

“H-harder,” I manage to choke out, because I know he can go harder. He lets go of my ass and lifts up a little, planting his hands beside my head. He brings his legs up and bends them, sliding them beneath my thighs, and then he starts to fuck me at lightning speed. “Oh god,” I wail, digging my nails into his shoulders as he absolutely pounds into me. I’m going to feel this later and I love every second.

He keeps up his rapid pace but manages to get a hand between us to play with my clit, and that’s what sends me over the edge. A scream rips from my throat as I come so hard that I swear to god I black out for a second. It’s the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time, and Colson always makes me come hard. With that, Colson flips me over, lifts my hips, and slams back inside me. I scream again, squirting all over his cock and thighs, and Colson growls, “Fuck yes.”

I’m practically drooling on the bed at this point, Colson's hands being the only things keeping my hips up. “I’m close,” he manages. “Fuck, Presley, oh my god–” He thrusts four more times, slamming his hips against my ass, and then he seizes up with a gasp as he buries himself as deep as he can possibly go, painting my insides white. His orgasm triggers one more of my own, and that’s it – my legs give out and I splay on the bed helplessly, unashamedly.

Colson stays flush against me for a few moments as we both come down, breathing hard and sweating. “Christ. That was fucking amazing,” he says, voice gravelly as he kisses my shoulder.

“Yes it was,” I croak, my walls still fluttering around him. When he pulls out, I can’t help but whine, and instantly, his cum trickles out of me. I shiver at the feeling and Colson moans, sitting back on his heels to watch it happen. He drags two fingers over my pussy and I hiss in overstimulation.

“Sorry,” he rasps, pulling his hand back. “Shower?”

“Shower,” I say weakly, reaching for him.

In the shower, Colson is pure love and care and safety. He hums while he washes every inch of my body with loving, gentle touches, and I let him. He washes himself quickly and steps out of the shower first, holding up a warm towel for me. He wraps me up in it and hugs me tightly, pressing a long kiss to the top of my head. He takes his time drying me off, too, looking up at me with love in his eyes. I let myself be cared for; we both know I need it right now.

When we’re both dry, Colson scoops me up and carries me back to bed. “Your appointment is in about an hour and a half,” he says. “Will you get dressed while I make you something to eat?”

I hesitate. I’m scared of him leaving the room, leaving me alone. His expression softens and he thumbs my cheek. “Let’s both get dressed and go to the kitchen together,” he says. I nod gratefully. I’m sitting on the bed and he’s standing, but I reach for him. He hugs me, wrapping long arms around my body, and I slide mine around his neck, holding him close. “I love you, Presley,” he murmurs.

“I love you too, Colson,” I mumble against his neck, closing my eyes. After a few moments, I let him go and he smiles softly at me. We both get dressed and head to the kitchen where Colson lifts me onto the countertop and presses a kiss to my nose. I can’t help but giggle and he winks at me as he turns to the fridge for food.

As my husband makes us breakfast, I feel a wave of calmness wash through me. Everything is going to be okay. Colson is going to make sure of that.

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witchpussy42069 · 7 months

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Financially Fucked and Dealing with Climate Change (Tips On How To Survive Wildfire Season):

I'm not an expert, I'm just poor and the trees are on fire again❤️. Please reblog/add on your own tips or any information regarding fire safety, smoke safety, health, etc.

Before we get to how to clean the air, let's start with how to keep yourself safe. I can tell you to stay inside and avoid being out in all that smoke, but most of us are selling our souls to corporations and have jobs we have to go to. bummer.

1. Masks

Anyways, the ideal mask for this would be an N95, but a scarf or any kind of mask will also help you a little. Significantly less effectively than an N95 but it's better than no mask. Definitely wear while out and about, and consider wearing inside depending on how the air is in your home. Wash regularly if you're using a reusable mask or a scarf.

2. Washing

When you get home after being outside, take a shower and change your clothes. Wash all those pollutants out of your clothing, wash all the smoke particles off of your skin, and moisten up that air!! You're gonna want the air wet, I'll explain why in a minute. Not so wet that mold could begin to grow in your house though, to be clear.

3. Stay away from chemicals

Your lungs are tired. You've been working all day, breathing polluted air all day, your throat is sore and your head is killing you. You know what WON'T make you feel better? Breathing in the fumes of bleach, Lysol, Febreze, ammonia, etc. when you need to clean, stick to white vinegar or lemon juice, or something else natural, since you can't ventilate the house with all that smoke outside.

4. Honey & Ginger

Inevitably, your throat is sore and your head hurts. Honey and ginger will help you with that. Tea would be perfect. Peppermint tea will help too, any warm liquid with honey in it actually. Ginger is full of antioxidants, honey is full of probiotics, and mint soothes the throat and mouth.

5. Limit Excersize

Isn't excersize supposed to be good for my lungs? Yeah, it is. But your lungs are already working overtime just to survive the smoke with minimal damage if possible. So don't put extra strain on them now. Wait until the air is clear to play any sports or do any strenuous excersize.

6. Water (pt. 1)

Drink sooooo much water. Drink all of the water. And then drink even more water. Your body has this magical way of flushing out toxins and magically healing just by drinking water, and by magical I mean very scientific. I'm not a scientist tho, or a doctor, but its something something about kidneys and the liver idk, just drink water...

7. Public Places

Maybe a window in your home is broken. Maybe the vents don't work. Maybe you don't have a home. Whatever the reason, public spaces are a safe bet if you need somewhere to go with filtered air. City hall, libraries, and malls are all good options. Don't stay by the doors, especially if there's lots of people going in and out and smoke is wafting in. Go find somewhere away from unsealed windows and doors that doesn't smell or look hazy.

Okay, that's all I know about that. I'm not an expert. Now we're gonna talk about ways to clean ur air WITHOUT BUYING AN AIR PURIFIER, BECAUSE SOME OF US ARE POOR GOD DAMN IT. I cannot count how many results on the internet have told me to just buy an air purifier. I am EXTREMELY POOR 😎

Ways to clean the air in your home from wildfire smoke with things you probably either already have or can easily acquire:

Water(pt. 2):

Good ol' plain ol' water. I'm not a scientist, so forgive me for my lack of perfect articulation, but basically water absorbs smoke particles. Makes em clump together and coagulate so they're not just floating everywhere in the air. Also, as the water clings to the pollutants, it cools them down, which causes them to fall to the ground/floor. So unless you're army crawling everywhere, this is something to look into. Just get a spray bottle and mist water everywhere, aiming for just, like, the air and stuff. Or get a bowl of water and leave it to sit out and absorb toxins throughout the day. Maybe don't drink the water afterwards, but you can use it to water your plants. And speaking of plants~

Plants:

plants are your best friends when it comes to cleaning the air! We all know they take in carbon dioxide and release oxygen, but did you also know that some of them absorb mold and smoke particles from the air too? Well you do now! A list of plants that are especially good at cleaning the air include, but are not limited to:

-Aloe Vera

-Rubber Plant

-Any kind of Ivy (pothos, english, etc)

-Bamboo! (Cat safe)

-Snake Plant

-Spider Plant (Cat safe)

NASA on spider plants:

Yeah spider plants are amazing. I want 20.

Baking Soda:

Baking soda works much like activated charcoal in this scenario, what with its ability to absorb so many impurities! And baking soda's best buddy in every 5th grade science project ever, white vinegar, can help you out too! Leaving a bowl of baking soda out, or leaving a bowl of white vinegar out, will deodorize the air; but it's not just making things smell less horrible, it doesn't just mask scents, it absorbs and 🔥ELIMINATES🔥them.

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Okay now everybody say thank you Tay Tay!! And thank you Mr Bezos!! And thank you to alllll the other beloved private jet owners and billionaires❤️ now I don't have to wear my mittens anymore, teehee🤭

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Anyways reblog and add on your own tips for fire season safety!

#fire safety #wildfire #forrest fire #wildfire smoke #wildfire season #fire season #poverty #air pollution #health and wellness #n95 masks #climate change #climate crisis #what do i tag this lol #hmmm #psa #trending

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veradragonjedi · 5 months

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alright here i go

for the weird ask: 5, 11, 18, 20, 30, 33, 44, 55, 61, 69, 76, 83, 94, 98

(mwahahahaa)

omg

5. Do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Cans... that little *crrrk* *hissssss.......* augh!! And then you can crunch them when you're done. Marvellous. Thank you inventor of the aluminium can.

11. What do you have for breakfast on an average day?

Salmon bagel :))

18. Ideal weather?

WARM! Let my bones rest 😭 warm very warm but with shade and cold drinks and all that jazz.

20. Preferred place to write?

My phooone. No laptop, though a note pad suffices if my phone is out of reach. All 300k words of bbb (that's plus unposted possible chapters) was done on my phone. with my fingers.

30. Places you find sacred?

THIS PLACE!

BIG tree! Hundreds of years old. Four swings hanging from the branches! Howw many people sat there? Carved their names into it to be immortalised, swung on those swings?? The energy there.

I'm not a religious person, but if I were, I'd worship the tree.

33. Most used phrase in your phone?

Augh this one's difficult because it implies I am conscious of what I put down but its probably omg

Like on its own. Or HELP that one's common.

44. Favourite scent for soap?

I bought @airlocksandaviaries some nice soap one time and bought myself some Lily-of-the-Valley soap. And I have Not used mine because I like the scent so much...

55. Favourite fairytale?

Always been a fan of the tragic ones. The ones that were originally deep and dark and nasty, before they became Disney-fied. The original Rapunzel was nice, not that I don't like the new one, but it was nice. The original message behild Little Red Riding Hood — a young girl flowering into womanhood who is approached by a strange older man who wants to make her his — has always fascinated me because !!! Argh beast metaphors and hunger and. Yeaaahhhh bbbcore..

61. Favourite flowers?

Orchids are nice. Tulips were for a while!

Recently I found THESE

Black petunias!! I tool them because they're JUST LIKE ME FR! And they smell awful, like burnt rubber and bleach, but I LOVE THEM!!!!!!

69. A Fun Fact that you don't know how you learned?

@chaetophractus-vellerosus — most doors are universally 6 foot 9 inches, so it's easy to guess someone's height based on whether they have to bend through a door. Finch, I asked my friend where we had found that out, and apparently I knew it Before we had used it to work out Drew Gooden's height. So. I actually dunno where the information came from.... got that doortism though.

76. Favourite potato food?

AAAUGGHGH POTATOEEESSSS!!!!!!!! I like fried potatoes, I had real patatas fritas like a month ago and almost died it was so tasty. I like all manner of potatoes though. Give me the potatoes...

83. Writing or Drawing?

Both? Both!! I absolutely adore putting my thoughts onto a canvas. Whether that be a digital one where I'm throwing notes at a wall and seeing what sticks or a physical one where I'm just figuring everything out by swiping paint on white paper.

94. Favourite season?

SUMMER! Ironic because in Britain we (used to...) don't get very hot summers. We're almost there folks!

98. Favourite historical era?

A question I'm not sure I know the answer to! Dropped history almost as soon as I started it, to take geography instead, so I'm gonna say the devonian era and be done with that:)) (that's when bony fish were evolved and doing their thing with no dinosaurs to tell them what not to do)

CHOCO. I LOVE YOUU !!!!!

#vee answers #YIPEEE

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bleachbleachbleach · 9 months

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Every time I end up in East Rukongai, it's against my will, and I think I'm beginning to develop a complex about it. I Bleach LARPed for five hours this fine evening, first by standing in a line for 3.5 hours (waiting for my spirit ticket). This was very exciting because at midnight all the agents turned into pumpkins and I was the very last person to be helped. I suspect the people behind me got fed to the 12th's experiment pool. (What actually happened was a lady threatened to commit a federal crime and there was much shouting from all involved parties.)

Then three different rideshare shinigami cancelled my ride (shinigami shirking their soul escort duties), but I ultimately ended up someplace with a bunch of students openly drinking duty-free hard liquor straight from the bottle while we all waited in another line. After that one Trauma Field Trip, apparently the Academy field trips have really embraced a yolo mentality.

Anyway, I am going to hope that 18 hours from now my attempts to leave East Rukongai (or rather, my intent was never to be here in the first place, but here we are) will go better than today's. Bleach LARP is fun! I'm having fun

#east rukongai is fine i guess #i will admit that bleach larp does make me feel better #but all of this is really fucking my week up and i have work??? to do??? sob #no brain just bleach

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age-of-greta · 2 years

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The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!! It’s been THREE weeks! I’m so sorry!! It’s really hard trying to find time to write at the moment, but this fic will go on! To makeup for it, this chapter is about 2x the usual chapters. Thank you so much for reading & get ready for what’s in store. Enjoy!!!

Pairings: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing

Word count: 7k

PART 5:

You were stressed. You were supposed to leave tomorrow morning and you were still packing. After you had finished your work for the day you had ran to the mall and to two different Targets- yet you still feel like you didn’t have everything. This would be the last on a whim trip you ever planned. You were currently sitting in the middle of your bedroom floor astonished at the mess that was everywhere. Stringy bathing suits, curling irons, sunscreen, and sunglasses were all you had in your bag. Well a few other things too but you still had a lot to do. You could hear your phone vibrating from under your pillow. You groaned and rolled over to grab it. It was Danny.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Uh can you come and open your door? We’ve been banging on the door for five minutes.”

“Shit. Sorry, yeah.” You say hanging up.

Another unplanned visit and right now wasn’t the best time. You glanced down at your outfit which was essentially just a giant bleach washed t-shirt and athletic shorts. It was just Sam and Danny though. Except when you opened the door you stood face to face with Jake.

“Hey Birdie? All packed up for your little trip?” Jake says with a smirk.

You huff. “Not at all.”

When you look past him you realize they’re all here. Sam is digging around in his car, but the other three are on your porch.

You back off of the door and fast walk to shut your bedroom door so they can’t see the mess. Danny is holding three boxes of pizza while Josh has a pack of White Claws in hand.

“Sorry to barge in on you like this Birdie. We just wanted to have a little send off dinner before you and Sam abandon us for the weekend.” Josh says, plopping the box down.

“How sweet.” You say, giving Josh a smile.

Sam comes sauntering into the door a few minutes later. He takes a deep breath and pushes his hair back. Then greets you with a smile and nod that you reciprocate.

He heads towards you. “Ready for tomorrow?”

You pull your lips into a tight line. “Not at all. My shit is everywhere and I am not even close to being packed.”

Sam looks around. “In your room?”

You nod.

“Show me.” He says.

You glance around at everyone. Danny and Jake are rummaging about your kitchen grabbing plates and napkins while Josh starts putting drinks in the fridge.

“It’s embarrassingly messy, but okay follow me.” You say trying to be as incognito as possible.

Sam gets the hint and follows just as quietly. You quietly shut the door behind the both of you.

“Oh shit.” He says as he sees the scene in front of him.

“Told you.”

He huffs a little. “Okay. Well let’s start.”

You laugh. “We’re about to have dinner- you don’t have to help.”

“No, they'll be fighting over a movie in a matter of minutes. We have a good fifteen minutes of packing and organizing. Just tell me what to do.” Sam says.

You contemplate for a second before realizing you’re not in any position to turn down help. “Okay um- my bathroom stuff. Basically the two bottles on the shelf, my razor hanging up, body wash, face wash, loofah, and shower oil. Then my makeup wipes from the middle drawer and the dry shampoo and hair oil on the counter. There is a travel bag in the bathroom closet, left side.”

Sam nods and heads into your bathroom. While you turn back to the pile into your floor. You grab all of the clothes and fold them. You make two stacks; one for definitely taking the other for putting away.

Sam comes back a few minutes later. “What else goes in this bag?”

“My travel toothbrush and toothpaste kit is in the first drawer under my eye masks. Then the bottom drawer has a small bag full of travel medicines. That should be all. Thank you.”

“Yeah you’re welcome.” Sam replies heading back into your bathroom.

He comes back a few moments later and honestly these few minutes had already made an impact.

“I can help you more after dinner.” Sam says, while you’re putting clothes back away.

“No it’s okay. I don’t want to take you away from all of the fun.” You say, pointing towards the other three in the kitchen.

Sam half laughs. “I can after they leave, I mean.”

You make a confused face.

Sam continues. “I figured since you had shelled out so much for the tickets and airbnb I could contribute too. We fly out early in the morning and I’ve rented a car at the airport. That way we have more time there and can still have the freedom to go wherever.”

You smile. “Wow. Yeah that’s awesome. Thank you Sam.”

“It’s the least I could do. Ready to go eat?”

You nod and both leave your room. As Sam predicted, they were fighting over a movie. You make eye contact with Sam and share a giggle.

“Sam, Terminator or Robocop?” Josh shouts when he looks up.

Sam chuckles and starts walking towards them. “Neither.”

You grab a plate and slap some pizza on it, then decide to grab a drink.

“Where did you run off to?”

You look up from the fridge and Jake is standing in the kitchen grabbing more pizza for himself.

“Oh I was packing. I’ve been slacking.” You say.

Jake lightly furrows his brows. “With Sam?”

“Yeah, he helped.” You say shrugging.

Jake nods but keeps that look on his face. You grab your plate and drink and laugh when you emerge into your living room to see the opening credits of Terminator.

After you all had eaten and the movie ended Jake, Josh, and Danny headed out. Leaving just you and Sam to finish packing and prepare for your trip tomorrow.

“I think this might be the last of it.” You said as you sighed, closing your suitcase.

“Fuckin hallelujah.” Sam said with a chuckle, plopping down next to you on the floor.

You smiled and looked over at him. “Thank you for all your help. I’m not sure I could have gotten everything so organized without you.”

He turns his head and grins back at you. “You most definitely would not have. But I’m excited for this weekend. We’ll have fun.”

“Me too.” You say back.

“Now. Shall we get some rest? We have to leave for the airport in about seven hours.” Sam says, starting to get up.

“Shit it’s that late?” You say glancing down at your watch. “I guess we should get some rest. Um, do you-?”

Sam huffed a laugh. “I’ll take the couch Birdie. Sleep well.”

Then he’s strolling out of your room. Leaving you feeling a little funny. You brush it off and climb into bed. It’s a little hard to sleep with all of the anticipation, but eventually you doze up.

“Do you want to grab a coffee?” Sam asks.

You two were at the airport after an adventurous morning. Your alarm had failed to go off so you and Sam rushed to the airport like that scene out of Home Alone 2.

“After the morning we just had, absolutely I do.”

Sam laughs and takes your hand, practically dragging you through the crowded airport. You both have a backpack and a suitcase, which makes slipping through the crowd a little harder. Finally, you make it to the coffee shop and you grab a place to sit while Sam gets the drinks. He returns a few minutes later with two iced coffees in hand. He hands you the lighter colored coffee with a layer of cold foam.

“Thanks. What is it?” You ask, taking a sip

Sam plops down. “Iced honey almond latte with sweet cold foam. I’ve seen you order coffees before and knew you liked them a little sweeter.”

You smile big at him. “Yum. This is perfect. Thank you Sam.”

“Yeah of course. Our gate is just over there. I think we can start boarding in about twenty.”

You huff a laugh. “We really cut it close huh? Thank god the airport isn’t jam packed at-“ You look down at your watch. “6:42 in the morning.”

Sam groans. “Goddamn it’s early. I’m going to sleep like a baby on the plane.”

And he did. Sam had booked you nicer seats on the flight right next to each other. He nuzzled down into his seat and was out before you had even reached altitude. You never could sleep on planes, not well at least. Every time you would doze off you suddenly would become hyper aware that you were in the sky. Sam didn’t seem to have a problem with it. You couldn’t help but grin when his head tipped over onto your shoulder. You glanced down at him. His eyelashes were longer than you had noticed. His skin was so clear. You hadn’t really noticed until now, but Sam was pretty? He snored softly on your shoulder, completely unbothered. That made a weird feeling flicker in your stomach. You brushed it off and cracked open your book. You were so ready to just land and be there. A few minutes later the snack cart came by.

“Can I get you anything?” The flight attendant asked.

You smiled up at her. She was young, probably around your age, and very pretty. “I’ll just take some water. Thanks.”

She handed you a bottle. “Anything for your boyfriend?” She asks, motioning to Sam passed out on your shoulder.

Your cheeks flush and you’re grateful Sam is asleep so he doesn’t have to feel this awkwardness too.

“I’m not entirely sure what my friend will want. Um, probably just some water and whatever snack.”

She nods fully gathering what you’re saying. “Okay. I’m going to grab a pack of cashews and I’ll be back around.”

You thank her and fully divert your attention back to your book. When the flight attendant comes back you barely notice as she drops off the nuts and napkins.

“Looks like we will be landing in about 20 minutes folks. We want to thank you for flying with us today and we hope you can enjoy this beautiful weather.” You snap your eyes from your book and realize you’re almost there. You glance over at Sam who is still out and decide to wake him.

“Sam.” You half whisper as you nudge him.

He groans a little and opens his eyes. “Shit are we here?”

You giggle. “Not yet. Almost. I just wanted to wake you up so you’re ready.”

He yawns and stretched out. “I must have been out. My mouth is so dry.”

“Oh I had the flight attendant bring you water.” You say motioning towards the small bottle on his side tray.

“Oh perfect.” He says grabbing the bottle and chugging. “Aw you even had them bring me a snack too. Thanks Birdie.”

Sam grabs the packet of nuts to rip open and then reveals something on the napkin that the pack was sitting on top of. Your eyes widen a bit when you notice it’s a phone number scribbled down on the paper.

Oh.

Sam lets out an awkward laugh. “Interesting.”

Your face turns a little red and you can’t explain why. “Hey, she's cute.” You don’t know why you said that.

Sam shakes his head a little. “Eh, not my thing. But these cashews are. Want some?”

“Sure.” You say, accepting some that he plops in your hand.

You and Sam finish the cashews in approximately three minutes, but it’s okay because you can feel that the plane is lowering every second.

Lastly the flight attendants come by with trash cans to collect up all of the loose garbage. The same pretty flight attendant comes back to you.

“Any garbage?” She says, smiling big at Sam who is now awake.

“Yup.” Sam says, collecting up both of your bottles, the cashew packet, and the napkins. He tosses them into the trash can. “Thanks.”

The flight attendant makes a confused face at him then huffs and walks away.

“That was kind of awkward huh?” Sam asks.

You can’t help but laugh. “Yes, it was.”

Sam turns his head to you and smiles. “Already making memories Birdie.”

The next few hours had been a little hectic to say the least. You had to wait forever to retrieve your bags, then it took a while to get your rental car. But finally you were on your way to the house. Sam was driving while you provided music for the drive. You were softly humming to Hurdy Gurdy Man when you happened to look up. Finally you saw the ocean. You beamed a smile and perked up in your seat. You rolled your window down and inhaled deeply.

“You good?” Sam asked, amused.

“I’m great actually. I love the smell of the salt and the sea. It’s refreshing to the soul.”

Sam chuckled. “You’re right.”

Then he rolled his window down too and turned up the radio.

“Is this it?” Sam asked, slowing down.

You had just pulled up to a small peach colored house on the beach. It was charming on a small, less crowded part of the beach.

You nod your head and Sam pulls into the driveway.

“I’ll grab the bags. You go ahead.” Sam says, waving you forward.

You take in the view for a second before climbing the stairs up to the house. You type in the code and step inside. You were straight in the living room, and you frowned a bit when you saw the couch. It was tiny. There was no way Sam was fitting on that thing. You decided that you would sleep there instead. The small kitchen was attached to the living room. The bedroom was modest sized with a full bed in the center of the room and a dresser. Lastly there was a full bathroom and that was it. The decorations were vintage beach themed and you decided that you loved it. You stepped to the back porch and admired the view. It directly faced the ocean. You wished you could wake up to this view every morning.

“Wow.” Sam said, stepping outside with you.

“Right?”

“This place is nice. I like the privacy.”

“It’s small, but I feel like I could live here forever.” You say.

Sam chuckles. “I know what you mean.”

“Should we unpack and then grab something for lunch?” You ask.

“Absolutely. I’m starved.”

“Sam.” You say with a smirk. “Have you realized the opportunity we have here?”

He looks at you and furrows his brows light heartedly. “What?”

“We’re at the beach.”

“Uh- yes Birdie we are.”

“Sam! We are pescatarian! It’s like a buffet everywhere we go!”

He lets out a laugh. “I didn’t even think of that. Now somehow I’m more excited.”

“So, fish tacos and then hit the beach?”

Sam smiles at you. “You read my mind.”

You and Sam had made a run to the grocery store and grabbed some tacos to-go so that you could have a little picnic on the beach. You were now changing while Sam made margaritas. You had decided to go with a simple black bikini. It was high cut and very cheeky while the top was strapless and ruched with a black circle in the middle. You knew it would make for an interesting tan line, but it was cute. You threw on a white linen button shirt/cover up, tan sandals, large black sunglasses, and a black floppy hat. You were ready to lay in the sand all day long. When you emerged from changing Sam was already in a pair of red short swim trunks. He had sunglasses on top of his head containing some of his hair. He was fighting with the blender a bit which made you laugh. You grabbed all of the food, two towels, sunscreen, and water bottles and threw it into your beach bag.

“You look nice.” Sam says, handing you a margarita.

“Oh thank you.” You say accepting the drink. “You better get some sunscreen on before you turn the shade of your shorts.”

Sam laughs and grabs the beach bag from you. “Don’t worry. You can rub me down outside. Let’s go.”

You follow behind sipping your margarita, it was so good. You tilt your head back when you reach the sand just to soak in the peaceful rays. Sam had already trekked up ahead, picking a perfect spot near the water. He started laying out the towels while you grabbed the food and sunscreen. You strip your shirt and started dousing yourself in the SPF but couldn’t get your backside.

“Spray me?” You question.

Sam nods and you turn around. He slowly bends and sprays all the way from your calves to your shoulders. You held your breath when he was level with your ass, you weren’t sure why.

“Thanks.” You say taking the sunscreen from Sam. “Now your turn.”

Sam dramatically takes a sharp inhale when the coldness sprays on his chest. “Whew Birdie if you’re going to drown me there’s an ocean right there.”

You laugh that off. “Funny Sam, but call me in 20 years when you don’t look like a splotchy leather sofa.”

Sam snickers at that then spins around to presumably dry himself off. You plop down and start opening the boxes of food up. Fish tacos were your favorite and you and Sam had gotten plenty of different kinds to share. Sam finally sits down next to you and grabs a taco.

“Damn this is good.” He says, chewing.

You swallow and take a sip of your margarita. “It’s so good.”

“I for one especially love the subtle taste of sunscreen on these. Just phenomenal.” He says through a smirk.

Somehow his smile looks even brighter through your sunglasses.

You huff a laugh. “Shut up.”

Then you two sat in comfortable silence eating your tacos and drinking your margaritas. Completely content to soak in the view.

You stayed at the beach all day. After devouring enough tacos to feed an army you were so tired. So you laid down and let the crashing waves and sea breeze lull you to sleep. When you woke up it was still sunny and beautiful. You turned your head and squinted your eyes to see Sam reading splayed out on his towel.

“How long was I out?” You ask, starting to sit up.

Sam looks over at you. “Maybe an hour and a half? Not entirely sure. I was out for a while too.”

“It’s just too peaceful out here.” You say with a yawn.

“With that being said, wanna go for a swim?” Sam asks, closing his book and turning towards you.

You bite your lip. “I have a confession.”

Sam laughs. “What might that be?”

“I’m a little bit terrified of the ocean. Not in a symbolic way either. Touching the little fish with my feet just freaks me out. I can’t stand to touch the bottom of the ocean with my feet.”

Sam laughs loudly. “Birdie! I had no idea you had such a phobia. Is that why you’re pescatarian? Fish piss you off?”

You roll your eyes. “It’s not a phobia! It’s just-“

Sam cuts you off. “I’m just teasing. It’s okay. I promise I’ll protect you.”

He extends his hand out to you and you contemplate for a minute before accepting. But, surely enough you had gotten up and tied your hair in a bun so that you could go for a swim with him. The water was cold, but not freezing.

“C’mon Birdie. You can’t tiptoe in, that makes it worse.” Sam chirps.

You huff because you know he’s right. Then you charge into the water leaving Sam long behind.

“You coming or what?” You yell to him.

He nods and then jogs into the water too.

Then you’re both laughing, splashing around in the water.

“Ah this feels so nice.” Sam says, pretending to lay back and float.

“It’s much warmer than I expected and the waves aren’t too crazy at the moment.” You say, looking off into the horizon.

“I’m so happy to be at a beach and just get to relax. I don't have to cosplay.” Sam says, flicking his sunglasses down.

You stifle a laugh. “Cosplay? What do you mean?”

“Fucking Jake and his obsession with pirates. Everytime we go to a beach I swear he turns into Captain Jake Sparrow.” Sam says with a laugh.

You feel uneasy when you remember Jake exists. Today was the first time in a while that you hadn’t thought of him and now that’s over. Then you feel something brush up against your foot.

“Fuck! Sam!” You exclaim and practically jump over to him. “Something touched me!”

Sam laughs and scoops you up, holding you in the water so that your feet aren’t on the bottom anymore. “Don’t worry Birdie. I gotcha.”

You feel a little embarrassed at the situation, but decide you would much rather be embarrassed than feel fish touching your feet.

You huff out. “Okay can we go back to the beach now?”

Sam pouts his lip out at you. “Come on Birdie. Stay with me just a little while longer.”

You give in. Then you two stay in the water until you’re prunes. Sam held you almost the entire time, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable or strange. When you went back to the beach you two decided to go inside and get ready for dinner. Sam had found a local beach bar with live music that he was just itching to go to. Of course that was definitely your scene as well. Sam let you have the shower first while he unpacked the beach bag. Then you were out drying your hair and doing skin care as quickly as possible. When you were finished you gave Sam the bathroom and went into the room to change. You decided on a casual outfit for tonight. You went with a 70’s looking scarf and tied it around as a top. Then a pair of white linen flowy pants with tan sandals. You threw on a small pair of gold hoops and pulled your hair half back in a clip. You contemplated makeup, but decided to do minimal. Your tan was already nice looking, so you put on bronzing drops, concealer, a touch of contour, and highlighter. Then added bottom mascara and brushed out your lash extensions. You looked cute, but topped the look off with perfume and lipgloss. When you opened the door Sam was sitting on the couch, already dressed. He wore a pair of short khaki shorts and a blue and pink paisley patterned button down shirt that was half unbuttoned. He wore his signature Birkenstocks.

“Wow. You look nice.” Sam said, respectfully taking in your appearance.

“Thank you. So do you. Are you ready?”

“Absolutely.”

Dinner had gone well. You and Sam both agreed to have one beer each so that you could drive back safely and not feel sick tomorrow for the festival. You both split a lot of oysters and enjoyed the live music. Dinner was so comfortable. You filled the evening with jokes, conversations about dog breeds, and way too much laughter. It was nice to just feel so relaxed with another person besides Margo. It almost shocked you how easy it had been with Sam. You were always friends of course, but you hadn’t expected to pick up where you had seemingly left off years ago. Now you two had arrived back at the house and you were unsure how to navigate the sleeping situation. You started rummaging through your bag for pajamas while Sam was in the bathroom. You decided to go with a large Pink Floyd t-shirt and a pair of gray sleep shorts. You quickly changed and threw on a pair of white fuzzy socks. Then, Sam emerged and you excused yourself to the bathroom to get ready for bed. You took off your makeup, washed your face, brushed your teeth, and did a few steps of skincare. When you came out you saw Sam sitting on the couch. He looked exhausted, but you knew he was sitting there out of respect.

You walked over to Sam and sat down with a groan. “I’m so tired.”

He lightly chuckled. “Yeah. Me too Birdie. Today has been fun, but I’m ready to sleep for ten hours straight.”

You nod along. “I know what you mean. Listen, this couch is like tiny. You take the bed and I can sleep here.”

Sam furrowed his brows. “No, absolutely not. I’m not putting you out of the bed. I’ll be fine out here.”

“Sam, it's entirely impractical for you to sleep on this thing. Please just go get in the bed.”

Sam shakes his head at you. “Sorry Birdie. No can do. I promise I’ll be okay.”

You sigh and stare at him for a minute. “Okay. Well what if we both just take the bed?”

Sam looks at you cautiously. “No, I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

You throw your hand up and scoff. “Oh please you could never make me uncomfortable. Besides, I’ll be making a pillow wall. I can’t have those dogs out on me all night.” You say teasingly, glancing down at his feet.

Sam half smiles but his eyes never leave yours. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now come on, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.” You say, getting up and heading towards the bed.

Sam shrugs and follows you. You lightly place a pillow in between the both of you and scoot to your side. Sam didn’t dare cross over the pillow one time throughout the night. You both just laid there and slept.

The next morning Sam had gotten up before you. You slept surprisingly fine. There were no issues with the bed sharing. When you emerged from the room you saw a note on the counter.

Going to grab coffee and bagels. Be back soon.

-Sam

You took in a happy breath, that’s what you needed to kick start your day. You decided to take a quick shower and get your skincare done before Sam came back. When he had taken a little longer than you anticipated you decided to start on your hair and makeup. It was a festival. It was going to be a long and hot day. While you wanted to look your best you also had to be practical. So you decided to spray a good amount of salt spray in your hair and let it naturally curl up. Then you took out two smaller sections on both sides and did bubble braids with orange hair elastics- they matched your outfit. Then you decided to move on straight to makeup. The first step was gobbing your face with sunscreen and primer. Then you went in with a tinted moisturizer, concealer, cream contour, and cream blush. Sam walked in about mid way through your blending and you assumed you probably looked insane with all of that on your face.

“Hey sorry it took me way longer than expected. I didn’t realize the best coffee place was on the other side of town and traffic is already a bitch for the festival.” Sam says, walking in with bags and cups.

You laugh a little. “It’s okay. Thank you for going out and getting all of this.”

“Yeah of course. But I do think I’m going to call us an Uber to the festival. Parking looks like a nightmare.” Sam says handing over your things.

“That’s fine with me. I’m so ready for this day.”

Sam gives you a smile. “Me too.”

You and Sam had sat and chatted for a bit while you both had eaten your breakfast. But you knew you had to get a move on as you had a lot to do. So after, you finished your makeup. Doing a messy eye look with brown eyeshadow and a lot of gold glitter. Then you set your face with a half a bottle of setting spray and threw on some lipgloss. Then you got changed into your outfit. It was definitely a little scandalous, but it was a music festival. There was a tiny stringy burnt orange bikini that hugged your body perfectly. The only thing you had to wear over it was a matching orange mesh coverup that wrapped around your hips. Then you put on a gold body chain around your waist and matching earrings. You had decided to wear white chunky sneakers with white tube socks, as boots wouldn’t do well in the sand. Then you put on loads of body glitter and perfume before grabbing your large tortoise shell sunglasses. Finally you put lipgloss, sunscreen, gum, blotting papers, and a small thing of deodorant in your small white bag and threw it on your shoulder. You gave yourself a look in the mirror. You kind of looked like a glamorous Hooters girl that was somehow wearing less clothing than normal. But you felt confident.

“Oh wow. Um oof wow.” Sam said, his face turning a little pink as soon as you walked out of the room.

You laugh it off. “I know I look a bit ridiculous, but that’s the vibe of music festivals I suppose. You ready?”

“Ridiculous is not the word I would personally use, but yeah let me call an Uber.”

Sam was in a pair of patterned navy blue and pink short swim trunks, his Birkenstocks, and a white light button down shirt that was completely undone with the sleeves rolled up. You couldn’t help but notice how nice his outfit complemented his tan. He had a pair of sunglasses on his head and a small backpack. He looked festival ready.

The Uber arrived a short while later but it took longer than anticipated to get there. It was crowded to say the least and inside was even more crowded. Sam took hold of your hand immediately as you entered the grounds. He led and you followed through the crowd of people. You had told yourself you would pace yourself with drinking, but that went out the window quickly as Sam beelined for one of the bars.

“Shit it’s crowded. Want a drink?” Sam asked, leaning in close so you could hear him.

“Yes please. Just a Twisted Tea for me.” You reply, basically yelling back.

Sam motioned towards the bartender and held up two fingers so you assumed he got the same as you.

“Oh my fucking god! Is that Sam Kizska?” You hear a voice say.

You spin your head around and see two girls staring in shock as Sam is completely oblivious at the bar. They look at you, unsure what to do- to be honest you’re completely unsure what to do as well. You had never been in a situation like this before. You think quickly and smile at the girls waving them over.

“Uh Sam. You’ve got some fans I think?” You say, still a little baffled by the situation.

“Huh?” Sam says as he spins around and then hums at you when the two girls approach.

“Hi! So sorry to bother you, we just wanted to say we’re big fans.” One of the girls nervously belts out.

“No bother at all! So nice to meet you. What are your names?” Sam asks, smiling.

“I’m Sophie and this is Yara.” The same girl speaks.

Sam smiles. “Well Sophie and Yara, it’s a pleasure. Would you guys like to take a photo?”

“Oh my gosh- yes definitely!” The other girl says pulling out her phone.

“Birdie, would you mind?” Sam asks you.

You nod your head and take the phone. “Not at all.”

Everyone moves away from the bar slightly and Sam sets the drinks in the sand before standing in between the two girls wrapping his arms around their shoulders. You take about forty pictures before handing the phone back.

“Thank you so much.” The girl says, taking her phone back.

“No problem at all. Are you guys excited to see The Red Hot Chili Peppers?” You ask, trying to make conversation.

“So excited. We drove all the way from Louisiana for this.” She replies back to you.

“Wow! That’s so far. That must have been a heavy drive. We took the easy way out and flew here.” Sam says.

The other girls steps in. “That probably would have been a smarter decision honestly. But we don’t want to bug you guys anymore. Thank you so much for talking with us and taking a picture.”

Sam waves his hand up. “Not bugging us in the slightest. Thank you guys for saying hello. It was really great to meet you. Maybe we’ll catch you later at the main stage for the Chilli Peppers.”

With that everyone says their goodbyes and Sam hugs them both. That was so wholesome. Sam was so incredibly nice to them, that made you feel happy.

You and Sam had trekked up to a smaller stage watching a band you had never heard of before. They were good and Sam really seemed to enjoy them. They began to cover Fortunate Son by CCR and Sam grabbed your hand. He started spinning you around while you both sang to one another. You couldn’t help but giggle. Normally you would feel embarrassed in a situation like this, but with Sam everything felt comfortable.

When the song ended Sam leaned down to you. “Wanna go grab some food?”

You nodded your head and you were off again through the festival. You two ended up at a food truck and both got shrimp quesadillas with loads of hot sauce.

“Let’s just move here. I can’t go back to not having this food everyday.” You said.

Sam hummed at you. “Don’t tempt me with a good time Birdie. I’ll call my realtor right now.”

You laughed at that. “Do you think they’ll let us bring a sack full of these quesadillas on the plane?”

“As long as they fit in our carry-ons.” Sam bantered back. “I’m going to grab another drink. Want one?”

“Yes please.” You say, as you begin to collect up all of the trash.

Sam returns a few minutes later with cans in hand. “I have a request.”

You take the can from him. “I’m listening.”

“Before we get shitty, can we take some pictures? I would like to document this momentous occasion.”

You pretend to contemplate. “Who said we are getting shitty?”

He sighs at you. “Oh Birdie, here I was thinking that you and I had a mutual understanding.”

You let out a laugh. “Okay okay, only because you’re so convincing.”

Sam opens up his phone and snaps a few selfies of the two of you. Then he hands his phone to a guy passing by who takes a few pictures of the two of you.

“How cute.” He says admiring the pictures. “I’ll send them to you.”

“They are cute. Now, ready to get shitty?” You say with a smirk.

“You’re speaking my language now.”

As the day began to wind down you were a little more than buzzed. You two had walked around the whole festival and gotten a drink at every available place. You had checked out different bands and bought a few art pieces from various vendors. The Chilli Peppers would be taking the stage in about an hour so you had decided you should probably head over to get a somewhat decent spot. You knew you wouldn’t be anywhere near close, but you couldn’t justify spending your whole day standing in a spot.

“Should we head over to the main stage now?” You asked Sam, finishing your beer.

“Yeah if you’re ready. Can we stop by the bathrooms first? I feel like my bladder might explode.” Sam said with a laugh.

You nod. “Yes, I am feeling a similar sensation at the moment.”

Then you two pop into the bathrooms by the bar you were hanging out at. Surprisingly you looked a lot better than you thought. Your eye makeup was slightly smudged but it went with the look. Oh well. You washed your hands and Sam was waiting on you outside.

He took your arm and linked them together. “Ready m’lady?”

“Onward.” You said, linking your arm back.

You two walked through the festival and finally made it to the main stage. There were so many people there.

“Oh fuck wow. I didn’t think it would be this crowded. We’re going to have a shit view. I’m sorry.” You say.

Sam smirked at you. “I’m not so sure about that.”

You look at him confused and he pulls you through the crowd to the other side of the stage. He takes you all the way up to the VIP section which has its own lounge.

“Sam?” You say.

He doesn’t answer and continues walking. The security at the rope nods at Sam and lets you two right in. You were undoubtedly way closer to the stage. There was still a pit of people in the VIP, but it was eons smaller.

“What was that?” You asked.

Sam smiled at you. “I pulled some strings. This place has an actual bar. Let’s grab some cocktails and then get a spot.”

You were a little taken aback but also delighted.

“You’re impressive Kiszka.” You say as you and Sam take a seat at the bar.

Sam blushes a little. He looks so pretty in this view. His skin is perfectly sunkissed, the sun itself is setting, his shirt has been long gone. Why were you thinking like this? The alcohol must have seeped into your brain.

“Sometimes I can be okay I guess.” Sam modestly confesses. “Can we get two tequila sodas?”

One cocktail turned into about three and it was safe to say you were now drunk. Your spot in the pit had no longer been as important because you were having an incredible time just laughing with Sam at the bar. All of a sudden the music cut off and stage lights began to dim. Sam staggered up to grab your hand to take you to the pit.

“Oh shit! The show is starting Sammy!” You say through giggles.

Sam looks at you- with a way you had never seen before. Then you realized you had just called him a name that hadn’t left your mouth in years. He gives you a beautiful smile and continues to drag you into the crowd. Sam finds a small opening in the pit and starts to carefully navigate you through.

“Okay Birdie, this is as close as we’re going to get.” Sam says, putting you in front of him.

You’re a lot closer than you thought you would be. Maybe 4-5 rows back from the barricade.

You hear the opening chords of Can’t Stop start billowing through the speakers and the whole crowd becomes energetic. Sam instantly wraps his arms around your waist from behind you to keep you sturdy and both together. You don’t mind. You and Sam sway to the music and his hands never leave your waist.

After the Chilli Peppers went off you and Sam decided to hang around at the bar for a little longer to grab a drink and wait out the crowd. You two had no intention of staying at the after party. But you waited and had about two more drinks each. You were so drunk and so was Sam. But not like a sloppy drunk, more like you felt like you were levitating. Just pure happiness in your being. Sam had called you two an Uber back to the beach house, then he made cheese pizzas in the oven while you tried your best to get out of your glam. You decided just to throw on a white bra top and black biker shorts. It was the best you could do. You took the elastics out of your hair and used three makeup wipes to get everything off to the best of your ability. When you emerged into the living room Sam was sitting out the pizza and two bottles of water.

“Birdie! Perfect timing!” He exclaimed.

“Oh my god I’m starving. This looks so good.” You giggle and plop down next to Sam.

You both start devouring the pizza and try not to choke from the laughter shared between you two.

“Thanks for coming, Sammy. I’ve had so much fun.” You say, genuinely.

Sam seems to melt at that. “Thank you for allowing me to come. This is the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I really enjoy being around you.”

You smile back. “Same.”

Sam groans. “Should we get to bed? I’m dreading our flight tomorrow. I’m so glad you brought Advil.”

You laugh and nod your head. You both clean up and then saunter off to bed. That night there was no pillow barrier, and at some point Sam’s arm ended up over you. Instead of scooting away you scooted in. You could feel him pressed up against your back. You tried not to laugh about it, but you weren’t entirely sure how to feel honestly. Whatever it was you were feeling, you were absolutely sure that it wasn’t discomfort. Maybe it was even the opposite. This weekend changed a lot of things for you, and you hadn’t even realized it yet.

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