The phone sat between them as the seconds ticked by. Like a good friend, Naruto came over the moment Sasuke told him there was an emergency.
“Fuck,” Sasuke cursed for the nth time, glaring at his phone. He touched the screen when it dimmed, bringing it back to its full brightness and displaying Tinder Girl’s selfie of herself in a green bikini as she hugged the neck of her unicorn floatie like the basic bitch she probably was. “Fuck.”
“Okay.” This was the first word said in the past ten minutes aside from ‘fuck.’ “Okay, I have a plan.”
DIY Happy Hour: This is the easiest red sangria you can make because it contains just five ingredients and comes together right in the pitcher. Sangria, especially red sangria, is one of our favorite pitcher drinks because it’s colorful, festive and comes together incredibly fast.
Filling the prompt “van is chilling with bond , his gf and/or the others and he’s a bit drunk and mentions something kinky/sexual that his girlfriend is good at like idk biting or something and then Bondy is kind of ‘pshhh whatever’ and then Van’s like 'show him’ and sort of gives his gf permission to 'show’ Bondy idk”
Note: I think it’s a well-established fact that I am very (verrrrryyyy) into the Van/Reader/Bondy dynamic. So, Anon, Thank you. A second thanks to @placidus - you’re good, Isla.
Even summertime nights were too cold to spend outside. A little after midnight, everyone retreated into the room temperature house. Shortly after that, most people fell into ubers. Just you, Van, Bondy, and a table of cut up fruit and jug of sangria were all that remained of the party. Van was sitting on one couch, his legs up on the coffee table. You were laying down, head on his thigh. Bondy was opposite you in an armchair. All three of you were buzzing with the wine and the happiness. You looked up and watched Van eat a banana.
“Why'dya have to do that?” you asked him. He looked down at you.
“What?” he asked, talking through a mouthful of pale yellow pulp.
“Eat so much at once. You look like you’re deep throatin’ it,” you replied. Bondy was mid-mouthful of sangria as you spoke. He spat it out in a laugh. It covered his face, the table, and somehow made its way to you. Van did not respond to your comment, nor Bondy’s reaction.
Wine Wednesday: This delicious sangria gets a subtly smoky kick
from fruit that’s grilled until perfectly caramelized. Feel free to use
this recipe as a template: Pair grilled peaches with fresh basil or
grilled watermelon with sliced cucumber and mint.