How did you meet Ms Scripty? Please tell me it was very gay and adorable!
It was extremely gay and adorable.
We met writing fanfic.
It was a torrid affair: I wrote, she commented, I commented back. I came home from school every day waiting to see if she’d left more reviews.
Then came the first contact: “Can you help me write this character better?”
Then: “Do you want to write a story together?”
And it worked, or it didn’t, but we got to know each other as people and fell in love: by email, by telephone, by this passion we found in each other.
About 18 months later she moved all the way clear across the country to be with me. Thousands of miles in a pickup truck, getting chased by bison and wildfires and dogs, seeing a beautiful desert for the first time, the wind blowing so hard I thought there was lightning in the tent from the sparks as the rain fly slapped a gainst the tent itself.
We were married in a park, her in a shirt and pants, me in a dress, and I couldn’t be happier.
If you’re reading this, Mrs Scripty, I love the hell out of you.
BTS reacting to their crush being high (College AU!)
A/N: One of my favorite AUs so I knew I needed to write this. - Admin Jaefairy
Namjoon - Namjoon would be the intellectual stoner so as soon as he saw the gloss in your eyes, he would make space for you on the couch, between him and yoongi. He’d ramble on about deep shit, like jury verdicts and its purpose to democracy, or why flip spinners should be a prescription and not a toy. You’d be amazed at all of the things he was passionate about, your legs over his lap. He’d rub your thighs, and just ramble on. You’d find him dorky and cute, but this was the best way to spend your high. Chilling with Namjoon and Yoongi, having Namjoon giving you special subtle attention.
Seokjin - Jin wouldn’t do weed, but he wouldn’t be against you doing it yourself. He’d watch over you and the guys, giving you a piggy back ride as you all ran down to the cafeteria for free pizza night. He’d stuff his face with you, laughing at how giddy and silly you were high. If he noticed you feeling weird or wandering off, he’d make sure that he was around you and that you were safe. Once you started crashing, he’d be by your side, petting your hair and watching over you till you fell asleep.
Hoseok - After a few puffs, Hobi would be good. He’d let you and and the others pass it around til it was a roach, then ask you to dance with him. You wouldn’t be as awesome as Hoseok, but he didn’t care. He liked taking your hands in his and doing his favorite thing, with his favorite person. Your high would have you floating and if the music turned to something slow, you’d find yourself cuddled up with Hobi on a couch. You guys would talk about everyday things, but being touchy person you are you’d find yourself caressing his arms. The sensation would send a tingle down his spine, and even though his head was kind of cloudy, he’d have to force himself not to kiss you in front of everyone else.
Yoongi - It was hard being the weed dealer on campus, but it was harder watching you act a fool eveytime you were high. Yoongi would be the chill stoner, the type to smoke a blunt and just chill and watch a movie or listen to kendrick lamar and make out. How many times he thought about getting baked and kissing your lips was too many to count. He’d looked annoyed, watching you and taehyung high as two kites screaming on campus and chasing an ice cream truck. It was so hard for yoongi to be chill when most of his friends weren’t. When you two would finally be alone, smoking another joint to keep the high going, you’d ask Yoongi anything and everything that was on your mind. He’d answer, his hands gently petting and playing with your hair while he played humble on repeat. He wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off your mouth and if it wasn’t for namjoon barging in and asking for a dime, he would have taken the plunge.
Jimin - Jimin loved weed as much as he loved hanging out with you. He wasn’t into smoke, but thank god Yoongi taught you how to make weed butter. After a really stressful test you’d go over to jimin’s house and make weed brownie or weed smores and just chill watching tv til they hit you. You’d be cuddle up on the couch watching steven universe and all of a sudden jimin who laugh about something not even funny, and so would you. Being high with Jimin would be an adventure. As you would ride your high some days you’d find yourself at the town pool or just driving to the park to explore the forest, just to see things in a different light. Jimin would hold your hand and point out things to you. (“Oh, Y/n look! That cocoon is waking up.” “It’s doing the metamorphosis shit!” “Yeah, that word!” ) after a long day, you’d both walk back to his dorm and just nap. At first you’d face each other, but everytime somehow you’d end up spooning in his arms. When you were in a deep sleep, Jimin would kiss your head, afraid to even try it with you awake.
Jungkook - Jungkook, like Jin, would probably not be into weed. Nothing against you guys, it’s just not his thing. You were his thing though. When ever you got high he’d find himself being dragged into something crazy with you. Like the one time you took him to to quiet side of the school library to make a blanket fort or when you make pancakes out of cake mix for his birthday. Jungkook enjoyed being around you, even when you were high. You weren’t a sloppy high person, just a little more adventurous then usual. He’d hug you from behind and playfully flirt with you, feeling more open with you because you opened up to him. Even during long college parties full of weed, booze and whatever else namjoon could find, you would sit on the balcony with him and chill. Heads nuzzling into each other, chilling with friends and being a special kind of close you both would be afraid to talk about any other time.
Taehyung - Tae was unpredictable high. He could be on his laptop looking at the weirdest documentaries or heading to the most random places he could decide on. He’d always ask you to tag along, ditching your group to spend time being weird together. Tae would get close, rubbing his cheek to yours, excited to experience something new alongside you. You’d find yourself in chuck e cheese, playing wack a mole with Tae because he wanted to get the Playstation 4 prize for Jungkook. Or at the local park singing Adele at the top of your lungs. Taehyung was so unpredictable that it you couldn’t help but smile wide whenever you were alone together.
Three days after winning the Cup, Fleury showed a side that nearly caused one of his dearest Pittsburgh friends to do a spit-take. Michael Hornick, a Caldwell Banker agent, sold Fleury his Moon Township home and attends to it when Fleury and LaRosee return to Sorel during the offseason.
“I went over to collect the keys; we’re talking about a few things as ‘Vero’ says she is taking their dog, Lilly, out,” Hornick said. “Next thing I know, Vero is running back into the house, screaming something in French, and she runs back outside after grabbing something from the kitchen drawer. Fleury and (Penguins defenseman Kris) Letang leap off the couch, and all I see are shorts and flip-flips in front of me. I thought there was an emergency.”
Hornick stepped outside to the sight of Fleury and Letang trailing LaRosee – the three of them chasing an ice cream truck.
“I caught up with him and said, 'Marc, you make a lot of money; you can probably buy some ice cream and keep it in the house.’ He said, 'Yeah, you’re right, but this is more fun.’ Then, he smiled, turned around and started buying ice cream for all the neighbors.”
Everything goes the way it does in the books, except that occasionally someone looks up and Neil isn’t there and the air smells a bit like burning, but then they blink and he’s right back in front of them. The Ravens switch divisions. Neil and the monsters go to Eden’s Twilight. Neil pays someone to knock him out. He hitchhikes back to Palmetto. He tells Andrew his half-truths and whole lies. They go on Kathy Ferdinand’s show. He fights Riko. Andrew offers Neil his protection.
It goes the same. Sometimes Neil travels in time and space, sometimes only in time. Usually to somewhere around Andrew, except he hates Andrew, so for the most part, Neil stays away, even when Andrew is an angry-looking kid, even when Andrew is a calm-looking adult.
Until one day, when he gets whisked into a bedroom in the middle of the night and the figure on the bed stirs.
actual screenshot of a very unknown game titled “Pee Pee Pizza Hut” where the objective is to drive to the local Pizza Hut to use the bathroom. the driving section contained many obstacles and stunt ramps and a semi-truck that chases you around driven by adult film star Ron Jeremy. once you get inside the Pizza Hut you must defeat the entire staff in a Max Payne style gun fight and then the gameplay transforms yet again into a 3D fighting game when you fight the Pizza Hut manager, Ganryu. you have to do all this while on a timer and if you don’t make it in time it shows a very graphic scene of your character peeing himself and then text splashes on the screen saying “YOU PEED”. sadly i have not gotten my hands on a copy yet due to Pizza But CEO Carl Pizza who has made it his personal duty to destroy every copy of this game with his bare hands.
A/N: This is a really short musing of lesbian love 100% inspired by fleursvertsCalifornia Summer series (which I am completely in love with). It is by no means as good as hers, but I couldn’t help myself! I had to write some grossly fluffy lesbian Trixya while I was working on something else. It’s also definitely not grammatically correct, but I hope you enjoy my rambles. Also did someone ask for smut??? ;D <3Matilda
George and harold on summer vacation sitting at the base of the tree, george picking up rolly pollies and putting them in harolds hair. The two of them chasing the ice cream truck together and stargazing from the roof of the treehouse
Clinton Road is a notorious haunted stretch of land in West Milford New Jersey. The road is known to have many hauntings and urban legends surrounding it. One legend is of a ghost boy who haunts a bridge. The boy supposedly will throw a coin back up to you if you throw it into the river. He can also be heard crying. Other legends include a phantom girl, and reports of kkk meetings. Clinton Road’s most famous landmark is the Druidic Temple. The temple is supposedly where local Druids come to worship at a small stone structure. Another landmark is Cross Castle, a 20th century building where visitors feel ill and experience eerie feelings. The road is also known for a ghost truck who chases drivers off the road, as well as a stretch called Dead Mans Curve, where many car accidents are said to have happened. Reports of hellhounds, satanic symbols, and other odd phenomena are associated with the road.
Definitely my first challenge entry ever, so I am a bit nervous on how it turned out but definitely enjoyed it. Let me know what you think. Feedback is welcome! I also do not consider myself a writer and do this purely as a hobby, so I am sorry in advance for any spelling/grammatical mistakes.
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam and Garth
Word Count: 6,600ish
Warnings: Language, Violence, Fluff, Angst, Implied Smut if you wish, a little bit of everything I guess.
Prompt: “He’s too Pasty to fight”
Stir-crazy didn’t even begin to describe what you had been feeling. In the last string of cases, you had been sick and Sam and Dean left you behind to recover. Now that you were up and back to your usual self the supernatural beasties remained quiet. You had already spent hours digging through news articles, police databases, and even supermarket tabloids.
You laid yourself across one of the tables in the library staring up at the ceiling tossing a tennis ball up and down. Sam contently sat at the other table, enjoying a break in cases so he could catch up on some reading. Dean was either working on the impala, making a beer run, or clearing a pool table with some poor fool. You couldn’t care less, he had completely ignored you for weeks after things ‘heated’ up between the two of you. And by heating up you meant a quick make out session abruptly ended by a pizza delivery man going to the wrong motel room. After that, things never picked back up.
Lost in thought, your motivation left to catch the ball and it fell to the floor where it bounced and rolled to Sam’s feet. Sam picked it up and tossed it back at you, catching you off guard and caused you to yelp in shock. He chuckled a bit.
“Sam,” You whined. “Find us a case.”
“Something will come up soon.” He assured.
“We haven’t tried to kill Crowley in a while.” You pondered. “Up for a challenge?”
“If we wanted Crowley dead, he’d be smoke by now.” Dean said entering the room with a six pack already slugging one down.
“As much as he is a thorn in our side, hell hasn’t been as… hellish with him in control.” Sam agreed with Dean.
“Anyways, something came up I think we should check out.” Dean purposed.
“What? Anything! Please!” You asked excitedly.
Dean still talking to Sam explained. “So this chick, Tara. We helped her months back on a case where her brother’s ghost was…”
“Yeah, yeah.” Sam acknowledged remembering.
“Well, me and her we… uhh…” Dean quickly glanced your way. “Exchanged numbers.” He vaguely stated, your lips pursed knowing exactly what he meant. “She sounds like she’s in trouble.”
Dean played the voicemail on speaker. “Dean, god I hope this is your number. This is Tara from Silverton. You and Sam helped me out with my brother a while back and said I could call if I ever needed your help again.” You could hear the anxiety in her voice. “People are disappearing left and right. It literally feels like a ghost town. I’m leaving for Ridgway tonight. Can you please call me?”
@thats-heavy said: hey do some namjoon aesthetic shit like y'all like up in the mountains or somethin in a lil cabin.
Thank you for the inspiration lovely, this was supposed to be a short drabble, now it’s 2.1K words. Enjoy!
Characters: Namjoon x Reader, Lumberjack!Namjoon AU (YAS I KNOW ITS GR8) Genre: much suggestive smut.
“Great, just fucking perfect.” I said slamming my hands
against the steering wheel in frustration only to be greeting by a long and
loud honk. It didn’t matter though because no one could hear it, no one for
miles. Maybe a couple of bears but they wouldn’t come searching for the loud
disruptive noise. Shaking my head to clear the thoughts of bears on the hunt, I
attempted to start up my precious baby. It wasn’t built for the mountain I was
I let out a loud sigh of frustration and closed my eyes
leaning my head against the steering wheel.
I can practically hear the headlines in a couple months, 21-year-oldGirl found dead on route to a Mountain Lodge. Who even goes to a
damn Mountain Lodge for spring break? We should’ve gone to a beach house and
soaked in the sun after the harsh Canadian winter. But nope, my friends were… unique, they wanted to spend their week
of in an even colder environment and go skiing.
I slumped back against the car seat searching for my phone,
praying for at least a single bar so I could send a text message pleading for
help. The bright line shone against the darkness of the car illuminating the
time, 7:00PM, but what almost made me throw the device out the window was the
‘no service’, that had replaced the connection bars.
“I’m so screwed.” I groaned, collapsing back against the
steering wheel. This is how I was going to die, in the middle of the damn
woods. Suddenly as if God was punishing me, it started to rain. It wasn’t just
your romantic drizzle. It was the beginning of a storm.
Just fucking perfect.
I watched the rain fall, pounding angrily against the glass
window. I could survive the night in this car right? In the morning I’ll walk
up the mountain, the last sign said the nearest town was a few kilometers away
but I didn’t want to take a chance in the dark. From previous experiences in
horror movies, as soon as the girl leaves the car she dies.
Suddenly a flash of brightness reflected off the rear-view
mirror momentarily blinding me. I gasped in surprise and flung over the car
door. Chasing after the 4x4 pick-up truck that was currently driving past my
own car up the mountain road.
“Hello! Wait! HELP! STOP!” I yelled chasing after the truck.
As the driver abruptly stopped the vehicle, I froze in my place, there was a
good chance that person that stepped out of that car was a psychopath and I had
just invited my own death.
The car door flew
open and a tall man stepped out of the truck. He had blonde hair and was
dressed in dark jeans paired with a red plaid flannel shirt. The man looked
back at me and grabbed what looked like a towel or a blanket from his car and
raced towards me. I glanced down towards my body to see that my clothes were
now completely soaked, my white shirt was now see-through giving him a clear
display of my black lacey bra. I crossed my arms over my chest in an attempt to
cover my revealing state, which only ended up backfiring as it caused chest to
look even fuller.
As the man approached me, I noticed how handsome he was. His eyes were dark hued perfect half crescents,
his lips plump, his cheeks displays hints of what appeared to be dimples. As
the distance between us decreased I noticed how tall he really was, I barely
reached his shoulders. The man wasted no time in wrapping the blanket around my
shoulders, it seemed he hadn’t even noticed my barely clothed state.
“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice was deep and pleasant
to hear after confined in the silence of my car. I nodded, suddenly overwhelmed
by my situation, my knees give up and I slump against him in shock, my vision
blurring with tears.
“Whoa…” he breathed, wrapping his arms tightly around my
figure. He easily lifted me into his arms, carrying me to his truck. I felt the
man’s muscles strain underneath my weight.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly, shivering in his arms, I felt guilty
for being an inconvenience to him. He simply shook his head once and ran
towards the passenger side of his truck. As he placed me on the seat, his arm
reached across my body to snap the seatbelt into place. I closed my eyes and
leaned back absorbing the warmth of the car.
The man quickly ran to the driver’s side and closed the
door. A deep sigh escaped my lips as I felt his large hands press against my
forehead and then my neck. I looked towards him and gasped. I was not expecting
his face to be so close to mine. His eyes were wide staring into mine with deep
concern. His blonde hair was now wet,
and plastered against his forehead.
I watched as the droplet of water cascaded down his face,
brushing against his cheeks, and kissing his lips. He was stunning. What on
earth was he doing on a mountain? He deserved to be on the front page of an
“I’m fine,” I said wincing at how horse my voice sounded, I
cleared my throat and sat up. He looked at me dubiously.
“I’m fine,” I repeated, “It’s just shock, I thought I was
going to die tonight.” The man looked at me through furrowed brows, still
doubting my stability.
“Seriously, I was on my way to the mountain lodge and then
my car broke down, and I had no food and it wouldn’t start so I had no heat
“You’re okay now,” he said, in finality, his large hand
reached and enveloped mine. I shouldn’t have found comfort in his actions.
However, it was as if our bodies were familiar with one another, our hands fit
together like puzzle pieces. His actions seem to surprise himself and he pulled
his hand away. I stared at my hand immediately craving the warmth of his.
“My cabin is a few minutes, it’s late, the storm will only
be getting worse until early hours of the morning. I’ll drive you to the
mountain lodge tomorrow, you can stay with me tonight.” he said clearing his
throat. He didn’t wait for my response as he drove away.
“Sure,” I replied quietly, “thank you.” He nodded once in
response refusing to look in my direction. I furrowed my brows as I stared at
his side profile. He noticed my gaze and turned his head towards me. As our
eyes met, I quickly glanced away staring out the window. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, all the
courage I had to look at him suddenly drained from me as I realized I was alone
in a car with a stranger.
I jolted awake as the truck came to a stop. I blinked away
the haziness of sleep as I stared at the cabin in front of me. It was of
average size and looked extremely cozy. I wonder if it’s as cozy on the inside?
I smiled at it fondly. I glanced over to see that the man was gazing at me,
watching my reaction to his home. As we gazed at each other, I realized we
hadn’t even exchanged names.
“I’m [Y/N] by the way,” I replied, extending my hand
forward. As my hand reached forward the blanket fell from my chest. His eyes
glanced down swiftly, smoothly raking over my still soaked shirt. I reached
down and pulled the blanket back up covering my chest. As quickly as his eyes
had moved away from mine they returned. He reached forward and shook my hand as
“Namjoon,” he said, his voice deep causing a shiver to rush
down my spine.
“Namjoon,” I repeated, testing his name on my tongue, I
gazed at his features, his face was expressionless but as I uttered his name I
watched one fleeing across his features, lust.
“Let’s go,” he spoke gruffly, nodded towards the cabin. We I
opened the door, the first thing I noticed was that the rain had gotten
heavier. I hugged the blanket tighter over my body and ran towards the front
door with Namjoon in front of me.
As we entered the cabin, I noticed I was right. It was as
cozy on the inside. The cabin was well furnished, with shades of browns and
white contrasting all around. Namjoon walked past me, shrugging out of his
jacket and draping it over a chair. His inner shirt was soaked; it clung to his
back, displaying the ripple of his muscles with every movement he made.
I watched him as he disappeared into another room and
returned with some spare clothes in his hands. He walked over to me and
gestured for me to take them.
“You’ll get sick if you keep wearing those clothes,” he said
as I took the clothes from him.
“Would you mind if I used your shower? I feel kind of cold,”
I ask nervously, holding the clothes at arms length to make sure they wouldn’t
“Sure,” he said, turning around and walking back to the
direction of the room he had just gotten the clothes from. As I entered the
room I noticed it was his bedroom, my cheeks tinted red as I quickly glanced
away from the large bed.
“That’s the washroom, there’s towels in there and extra
towels in the cupboards.” Namjoon said, standing at the threshold of the room,
his eyes never meeting mine, as he turned his head I noticed the tips of his
ears turning red. It was then that I realized that he was nervous. He was just
as nervous as I was about spending the night with a stranger.
“Okay, thank you,” I said, looking at him smiling widely.
“Uh, you’re welcome.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck,
he met my eyes briefly and then turned back around quietly.
I walked into the washroom and stared at myself in the
mirror. I looked like I had just walked out of a horror movie. My make-up was
running, my hair was plastered around my face giving me an over all drenched
“Wow, of course, the one time I meet a hot guy that I’m
remotely interested in, I look like shit,” I scolded myself in the mirror
throwing the blanket that was covering my body on the ground. I peeled off my
shirt and bra with ease however my tight jeans were a struggle.
“Cmon [y/n]” I grunted, “You can do this!”
As I finally peeled
them down and off me, I heard a loud noise coming from outside the washroom.
Every horrible scene from every horror movie flashed in my head as I gulped and
opened the door. My eyes met with Namjoon’s bare back as he worked to stack
wood into the fireplace. His back muscles tightened with every movement;
abruptly he turned around giving me a full view of his firm chest. As he leaned
down to pick up more firewood, his biceps flexed under the weight. I sighed,
making his eyes looked around for the origin of the noise.
Shock ran through my veins as I quickly closed the door
leaning against it. I closed my eyes shut tightly, holding a hand against my
chest to calm my hammering heartbeat. Was he starting up a fire because I said
I was cold? I smiled opening my eyes, only to be greeted by a large spider that
was currently descending down the wall towards me.
I ran out of the washroom completely forgetting my
stark-naked state. As I ran out of the washroom my body collided with someone
else’s hard body. The impact was so forceful; it landed me on the ground with
the second body on top of my own. My eyes flew open only to be met by Namjoon’s
dark ones. My bare body was currently flushed against his very shirtless form.
His bare skin felt like fire against mine, our breathing rapid and in sync as
we both assessed the current situation. His hand reached upward to drag a stray
piece of hair and tuck it behind my ear.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice quiet, making it sound
I am definitely not
A/N: I can’t write smut but if any of the readers wants to continue this please do and tag me in it. Note: I wanted this to be DomJoon
Hi, "love your sense of humor" anon here. Very interesting! a couple of the non-shippers are now saying that they don't really like MM either, but if Sam likes her, so be it. It's his life. Has the vanilla ice cream lost its taste? What is going on?
The vanilla ice cream is fine I’m sure…. We are all just getting really tired of chasing the ice cream truck all around town only to find out its fucking Tofutti EVERY DAMN DAY.
Serve the actual motherfucking ice cream or turn off the titillating music already.
1. No Facebook for two weeks. 2. Make a time capsule with friends. 3. Send a message in a bottle. 4. Go on a road trip with friends. 5. Write notes and release them in the air with balloons. 6. Shaving cream fight with friends. 7. Leave a note on somebody’s car window. 8. Go paintballing with friends. 9. Dance with a complete stranger. 10. Roast marshmallows with friends. 11. Say yes for a whole day. 12. Go to a drive in theatre with friends. 13. Go to a concert with friends. 14. Finish writing a story. 15. Have a big sleepover with friends. 16. Ride a Ferris wheel. 17. Go up a down escalator or down an up escalator. 18. Get a tan tattoo. 19. Go swimming at night with friends. 20. Doodle on a pair of white shoes. 21. Have a lemonade stand and donate the money to a charity. 22. Make a friendship bracelet for all of my friends. 23. Attempt to hold my breath for one minute underwater. 24. Buy a new pair of Converse. 25. Go camping in my backyard with friends. 26. Have awesome water balloon fight. 27. Be a hippy for a day. 28. Place flowers on random people’s doorsteps. 29. Go by a different name for a day. 30. Make a glitter glow jar. 31. Have a real picnic with friends. 32. Find out how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop. 33. Photo bomb a stranger. 34. Lose a few pounds. 35. Have a silly string fight with friends. 36. Paint my nails different every week. 37. Have a huge water balloon fight with friends. 38. Go trick or treating to confuse people with friends. 39. Cook an egg on the sidewalk. 40. Play hide and seek at IKEA with friends. 41. Build an awesome sand castle with friends. 42. Watch the sunrise/sunset with friends. 43. Camp in my backyard with my friends. 44. Make a summer scrapbook. 45. Go to a carnival with friends. 46. Have a pool party with a kiddie pool. 47. Chase the ice cream truck. 48. Put grapes in the sun and see if they turn into raisins. 49. Go coning with friends. 50. Finish the writing challenge. 51. Go to a midnight premiere with friends. 52. Play laser tag with friends. 53. Learn how to skateboard. 54. Go on a thrift store shopping spree with friends.. 55. Melt crayons on a canvas. 56. Make a new friend. 57. Make a wall of inspiration. 58. Sleep under the stars with friends. 59. Flashlight tag with friends. 60. Earn some money. 61. Tie dye stuff with friends. 62. Play dry, dry, wet with friends. 63. Pie someone in the face. 64. Spend a day doing anything you want by yourself. 65. Hold a “free hugs” sign in public with friends. 66. Write a song and sing it in public. 67. Mentos and coke with friends. 68. Buy tons of disposable cameras, print all the pictures, and decorate my room with them. 69. Have a nature day in the forest with friends. 70. Go to the beach at night with friends. 71. Destroy a watermelon with friends. 72. Play chubby bunny with friends. 73. Get a new piercing. 74. Go on an adventure with friends. 75. Fill a wall in my room with note cards that have my favorite quotes on them. 76. Walk around until I get lost with friends. 77. Bake a bunch of treats with friends. 78. Meet someone semi-famous. 79. Have a paint fight wearing all white with friends. 80. Carve my name/initials in to a tree. 81. Make a big mural painting with friends. 82. Talk to a stranger. 83. Tell everyone you meet you love them for an entire day. 84. Go somewhere new. 85. Write messages on note cards. Stick the note cards in balloons and blow them up. Hang the balloons on friends/neighbors porches. When they pop the balloon they read the secret message. 86. Finish ‘Wreck This Journal’. 87. Have an overnight movie marathon with friends. 88. Superglue a quarter to the ground. 89. Go on a nature walk. 90. Try the invisible rope prank. 91. Duct tape a friend to a pole and watch them escape, or not. 92. Go an entire week without technology. 93. Cover a car in sticky notes. 94. Try something you have never eaten before. 95. Create a quote book with quotes you love. 96. Play messy Twister. 97. Make a short film with your friends. 98. Spend the whole day speaking with an accent. 99. Travel out of state with friends. 100. Fill an empty mayo jar with vanilla pudding and eat it in public. 101. Walk into a crowded elevator and say “I am sure you are wondering why I gathered you all here today” 102. Buy a Penny Board. 103. Make a video completing each of the challenges. 104. Have an awesome summer.
Request: Imagine Juice coming home after a big day and you babying him & Request: Imagine telling Juice your pregnant
The house was spotless and you looked around the room, admiring your work. The smell of dinner filled the house, you’d been working hard all day, making a sunday roast and cleaning the house. Juice was coming home from the run today and you had missed him like crazy. Things had been bad for the club lately and you wanted to give him something nice to come home too. You went into the kitchen, checking the roast pork in the oven. The skin had crackled perfectly and you admired your work, the veggies roasting below it. You went to the bathroom and showered quickly. Once you finished you pulled on one of Juices Samcro t-shirts and your panties, walking back to the kitchen to finish cooking. You prepared an apple pie, Juices favorite, and you got it ready to put in the oven when you pulled dinner out. The roar of the motorcycle filled the quiet street and you dropped everything you were doing, running to the door and flinging it open. Juice had just pulled up and gotten off his bike when you threw yourself at him. His arms wrapped around you, he nuzzled his face into your neck and your arms wrapped around his neck. “I missed you baby! Welcome home!” You squealed, pulling backhand pressing your lips to his. He tasted like weed and beer and you moved your lips with his, enjoying his touch. “I missed you, babygirl.” His voice was like music to your ears and you beamed up at him, your eyes sparkling with nothing but love. He smiled down at you, his smile wide and his eyes bright. You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the house. “Cmon, go have a shower. Ill clean your stuff and get dinner ready.” “God I love you (y/n).” He said, his voice warm and he smacked your ass as he walked past you, heading for the bathroom. You couldn’t stop smiling as you grabbed his bag off his bike and carried it into the laundry. You lifted his clothes out of his bag, pressing them to your face and breathing in his scent before tossing it into the washing machine. You placed the empty bag in the wardrobe and walked into the kitchen.
“Smells good, babe.” Juice said, a tired smile on his face as he leant in the doorway, watching you serve dinner. You threw a smile over your shoulder at him and lifted the two plates, carrying them to the dinner table. You both ate, catching up on the last week. He told you about the run, what he could tell you anyway, and you told him about work and filled him in on the latest drama with your neighbour. He laughed when you told him about your crazy neighbour chasing the garbage truck down the street in his underpants. His laugh ran through your body, filling your bones and you looked lovingly at your old man. It had been a long week for Juice and you sent him to the couch to watch tv while you cleaned up and put the pie in the oven. Once it was cooking you walked into the lounge, two beers in your hands and you walked over to Juice. He held his arms out and you sat in his lap, his strong arms wrapping around you and you snuggled into his body. “I missed you so much, my pretty girl.” He cooed and you lifted your head, pressing a kiss to his cheek and playing with his hair which had grown out since he’d been gone. “I missed you, Juicy.” You smiled. He turned to you and you saw so much love in his eyes. You began to cry softly and his eye brows shot up, panic in his eyes as he smoked your hair. “Its okay, baby, Im here.” He whispered in your ear as he held you, sobs shaking your body. You looked up at him, tears in your eyes. “I have something for you, Juan.” You said, your voice shaky. A puzzled look crossed his face. You only called him Juan when you were serious, and panic raced through him. “Whats wrong babe? What is it?” He said, his voice thick with worry. You stood and walked to the book shelf, reaching to the top shelf and pulling down a thin long box, a ribbon wrapped around it. You smiled warmly at Juice, tears still in your eyes as you carried it tightly in both hands. You knelt on the floor in front of him and passed him the box. He held it in his hands and met your eyes, confusion all over his face. You smiled a him and he slid the ribbon off the box. You studied his face as he opened the box and stared at the contents. His eyes met yours, his eyes welling with tears. “Are you serious?” He asked, his voice quiet and full of hope. You nodded, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Oh baby.” He placed the box beside him and knelt on the floor, wrapping his arms around you. “Im gonna be a dad?” He asked, and you nodded. His grin speed across his face and his eyes sparkled brighter than you’d ever seen. You grinned back at him and he placed his hands on your tummy. “Hey little guy. Im your daddy.” He whisperd. The smell of apple pie filled the house and you both sat on the floor, smiling and crying as Juice talked to his unborn baby, both of you happier than you ever thought possible.