*sits on rug at your feet and smiles up at you* grandma, tell us the nutella story again!!
gather round my children as i regale this tale, once upon a time, a young ashlyn posted on social media about her love of nutella and nutella sandwiches
thus began the fans obsession w her supposed obsession w the sweet chocolatey treat, incorporating it in every aspect of her life including fanfiction, they even started giving it to her at spirit games…….
it lasted throughout most of 2013 and then it thankfully died down around the time they left for sweden, but not before the spirit sales guy tweeted about the creepy notes the fans used to leave on the Nutella jars that Ash left behind aksjdkahsjdhaksjdh
anyway that is all, off to bed u go grandma loves u all
You woke up in need to empty your bladder but despite not wanting you found yourself walking towards the bathroom. You tried to remember if Dean getting up in the middle of the night was a dream or not. You headed back to your room and sighed once you noticed his side was empty. You rubbed your growing belly and followed the light that brightened the dark halls of the bunker. You walked into see Dean standing in the middle of the kitchen with his phone pressed against his ear. He then sighed and shook his head as he took the phone off, annoyed that he was sent to voicemail. He mumbled a few words and stared at his phone as if he was contemplating to call the person again.
“Dean,” you called out prompting him to turn towards you. “Who was that?”
Kent has routines. He’s naturally a superstitious guy, but nowhere close to being excessive by hockey standards, but something changed after the incident with Jack. He starts to have these little routines. His therapist said it was probably because he’s seeking some semblance of balance, which Kent thinks is a load of shit. So he cuts his peanut butter-Nutella sandwiches diagonally and never horizontally (who the hell cuts sandwiches horizontally?) So maybe he pets Kit no less than ten times before a game. So maybe when he wakes from another nightmare about finding Jack on the bathroom floor, he doesn’t go to sleep until he’s counted to ninety. It’s not a big deal.
He still waits for the fallout when Tater starts sleeping over more often, when he tries to find his sweatpants but all he finds, to his annoyance, are Tater’s socks and jeans made for giants. He wait for Tater to abandon him, or maybe not abandon him but still for the impending freak out looming like an eternal storm because Tater is not part of his routine.
But it doesn’t happen.
They make peanut butter Nutella sandwiches together, licking chocolate off their fingers and cutting their sandwiches diagonally. Kit curls into a ball and rests on Kent’s stomach while Kent uses Tater’s lap as a pillow while he reads some Russian classic, Dostoyevsky, probably, or one of those dead Russian literary greats whose names remind Kent of keyboard smashing (“Kenny, this is Eat, Pray, Love.” “Oh.”) on their couch like he’s lived there for ages, and not only every so often when their schedule happens to match up. And when Kent shoots up in bed, shaking from another bad dream, he feels Tater reach for him from his left, blindly, tiredly, and say “Shh, is dream. Shh.” And Tater kisses him on the jawline, alternating between sides, exactly 7 times, because “is lucky number. No more bad dreams.” Like it’s a routine.
When he kisses Kent tonight, he’s visibly tired, so he ends up mouthing at Kent’s jaw like he’s a fish gaping for water.
“What the hell are you doing?” Kent says. Tater’s lips are moving very gently along his skin, and it’s getting ticklish.
“Tired,” he says, and finishes his kisses with a real one, complete with an obnoxious smack. “There. 7 kisses. Eh. More or less. Good enough.”
“90’s a luckier number.”
“Got me pretty far, you know. Have the trophies to prove it.”
“7 is better. More lucky.” Tater saves this into Kent’s hair. “90 I think is little bit ok.”
“Oh yeah? What do you know about luck?”
“Lots,” Tater says, rubbing Kent’s arm gently. “I’m lucky man.”
“How so?” Kent says quietly, his eyes nearly sliding shut again. “You don’t–“ He yawns. “You don’t have a Cup.”
“Not yet,” Tater agrees. “But have hockey. And Kent Parson. And Kit. And sandwiches cut in…” He gestures vaguely, his hands flapping gently like birds, like he can’t quite grasp the word, then says something in Russian, a slow, full rumble that Kent adores. “You know.” He waves his fingers again, mimicking a shape.
“Triangles?” Kent prompts, huffing a laugh in Tater’s throat.
“Hah! Yes. Triangle sandwiches. Most lucky shape, I think.”
“Okay,” Kent says, his heart so, so full, and snuggles back in to Tater’s arms. “If you’re so sure.”
What if the day the curse was broken the staff go batshit crazy over being able to eat again so they eat until their stomachs hurt. Then Chip starts a food fight by throwing a bread roll at Cogsworth.
this….this wasn’t in the movie???? that’s weird. i could swear i remember the post credits scene
because in that post credits scene it’s literally just this panning shot of this massive banquet. there are pastries, giant loafs of breads, stacks of cakes, giant soup tureens, plates and platters filled with gourmet dishes—
and then it just ends in this shot of Lumiere trying to stick an entire wheel of cheese in his mouth. you don’t remember this? it was clearly there
and like the shot of plumette covered in whip cream from the messy eclairs she’s stuffing into her face? like a chipmunk? i’m not sure why it hasn’t been giffed yet but it happened. because like remember there’s a part where cogsworth is just eating grapes? like being fed grapes, like a grecian king? just reclining and fucking savoring his grapes
oh! and remember that part where mrs. potts reaches straight past the tea cups for the coffee pot? “i’ve missed this so much.” and she’s dunking cookies in the coffee? yes? no?
chip spreading like 15 different things on toast because he can’t remember which one he likes best so he ends up with a cream cheese butter jelly jam hummus nutella sandwich? no?
okay then what about the part where chapeau is licking an ice cream cone. surely you remember that. because it was in the post-credits scene
besides the part where garderenza are sharing an entire three-layer cake. like they’ve split it down the middle and are just COVERED in chocolate cake and frosting. in the most baroque way possible. this would literally be my cover photo if i could just find a picture of it. am i jogging your memory yet
stop looking at me like this IT HAPPENED i SAW It in beauty and the beast (2017) this LITERALLY WAS THE POST-CREDITS SCENE
I dreamt of him that night. About his eyes, his hands, his lips, him. I woke up breathing heavily and with sweaty palms. The feeling of his lips were still on my own and, trying to calm down, I touched my fingers to my lips. What did this mean? Did I have a crush on Jungkook? That can’t be possible, I’ve only known him for two days, you can’t fall for someone during that short period of time, right? Shaking my head, I stood up from my bed and started getting ready, pushing that thought to the back of my head. Mom had already gone to work once I made my way downstairs, she had left a note on the kitchen table, telling me that the nutella left was mine. In a brighter mood I walked over to the pantry and rummaged through it until I found the jar of delicious goodness. I had just finished the nutella sandwich I made when I heard a car honk from the outside. Confused I walked over to the window and peered through it. Outside stood the Jin’s van. With a smile I grabbed my bag and left the house. After seating myself between Hobi and Jimin Jin started the van and we were off to school.
“How come you decided to pick me up today?” I asked since that happens extremely rarely. Jimin smirked at me from my right and pointed at Kookie who sat in front of him. Kookie realised he was busted as he turned around with a panicked expression, glaring at Jimin.
“He thought you were too important to have to walk to school.” At that Jungkook turned around in his seat again and buried his face in his hands. I leaned forward in my seat until I was close enough to whisper in his ear.
“Thank you Kookie, I really appreciate it.” His cheeks heated up as I expected and he raised his head and looked me in the eyes, a shy smile on his face. What I didn’t expect was myself to start blushing too, the eyes reminded me of my dream. I instantly leaned back in my seat again and put my hands on my cheeks to cool them down. The silence I kept the rest of the ride made Jimin smirk at me even more and Tae was trying not to laugh too hard from the passenger seat.
After a very awkward car ride I bolted out of the car as soon as Jimin had stepped out and ran into the school in order to avoid the stares from my friends. I took a couple of deep breaths and walked calmly to class once I was calm enough. What I had forgotten was that my first class was creative writing. In other words I had to be very interactive with Jungkook. I took another deep breath and stepped into the classroom. Thankfully Jungkook hadn’t arrived yet, he was probably busy being teased by the others, so I took a seat in the middle of the classroom and gathered the stuff necessary in my desk, including my computer where I had written a bit on our very cheesy story last night. Three minutes later Jungkook entered the classroom and sat down beside me with a small bunny smile on his face. That is not helping my current emotions, quite the opposite actually, my cheeks only got redder than before. I cleared my throat and showed him the start of the story so that we could continue.
“That’s really good.” Kookie said and shifted the computer back to me. I smiled at him and put some hair behind my ear. I realised how flirty that action might have looked and cringed inwardly at myself. I glanced at Jungkook and he just smirked at me. What happened to the shy kid, shy people doesn’t smirk.
“You’re cute, you know that.” Oh he was playing with me because he caught onto my unusual behaviour. Fine, I can play this game too. I shifted closer to him and gave him a cute small smile.
“Thank you Kookie, you’re pretty cute too. Now, how about we continue the love story we have here.” I let him interpret that himself and I knew that he realised the double meaning that sentence brought with it once he visibly gulped. He looked back at the computer and started writing. I leaned back again, thinking that I won. I realised how wrong I was once he showed me what he had typed.
You think you can beat me at this game?
My eyes got bigger and now it was my turn to gulp. I looked at him and he smirked at me, then he raised his eyebrows, as in challenging me. I raised an eyebrow, shifted the computer to my side of the desk and typed in my answer.
A smirk was not what I received, instead an big smile and an uncontrollable giggle erupted from his boyish form making me laugh too. Our eyes caught and, deep in each other’s thought, we both started leaning in subconsciously. There were merely a couple of inches between our faces when someone knocked lightly on the wood of the desk, making both of us jump away from each other and stare at Miss Duvall, startled.
“I understand how easy it is to get into the character you’re developing but save it to after class, okay.” With a light smirk she left our desk to go help another student. I could feel the blush making it’s way onto my face and I refused looking at Jungkook. All of a sudden I felt someone pinch my cheek. With a jump I turned towards the culprit. Jungkook sat there, just as red as I was, but with a smile on his face nonetheless.
“You know what? You’re still cute.” I couldn’t help the grin forming on my mouth and a light laugh left my lips.
After the class me and Kookie had to part ways. He had math, to his horror, and I had a free period which I had the possibility of spending with Jimin and Tae. I found them chilling in the courtyard, under a tree, protecting themselves from the gassing sun.
“Hey.” I greeted them as they made room in between themselves for me to sit.
“What’s up little one?” Taehyung asked making me roll my eyes, he has called me that since day one and I learned pretty early that it was impossible to get him to stop.
“It’s all good, I’m a bit confused though.” That got Jimin’s attention. He turned towards me, threw his arm over my shoulders and tucked me into his side, making me look like a squished coconut.
“Whatever it is I will make you understand it.” As if, I’m always the one helping him with his english homeworks. However, I decided to give him a chance and shared my thoughts.
“It’s just that Jungkook has made such a huge turn in personality. Just yesterday he was this fluffball who could barely talk to me because he said he wasn’t good with girls and now he acts so cocky and he has started smirking and flirting and I don’t even know anymore.” I noticed how Jimin and Tae exchanged knowing glances before turning their attention to me once again.
“You have fallen victim to Jungkook’s charms.” Said Jimin simply and shook me a little. Once again, I rolled my eyes.
“I haven’t fallen for anything.” Both Jimin and Tae chuckled at that.
“Then how do you explain the blushing in the car?” I instantly turned my attention to Tae.
“How do you even know that, you were in the front seat.”
“There are something called rearview mirrors.” Oh, yeah, that’s right.
“I still don’t understand why Jungkook is acting so weirdly.” More smirks were exchanged between the two before they both said the same thing at the same time.
so for those of you who don’t know i just recently moved to California a month ago. even thought I’ve been here for that long i haven’t really been around.
the first weekend i was here i went to the desert, then i went to San Bernardino, then i went to Disney Land (WHICH DOES EXIST!?!?!), and then i went to sea world. but other then big attractions and Walmart i haven’t really been anywhere.
well recently i broke up with my boyfriend (and no, i’m fine i’m only telling this part because it makes this story hella funnier), and well two days ago i deleted/blocked him from everything so i could move the fuck on. anyways.
today i decided, instead of sitting in my room and eating my crunchy peanut butter-nutella-honey-chocolate sandwich and get fat and watch The Breakup for the eleventh time this month i was gonna go out exploring Sunny California!
that was my first mistake.
the second mistake was not looking up the bus trails before i left.
i got on a bus and then i got off it on it’s first stop, realizing i was in the wrong place. instead of waiting for the next bus, like a smart person, i walked. i walked and i walked and i walked until i reached the SPRINTER bus near Oceanside. that was 4 fucking miles. this was my third mistake.
the forth mistake starts with the realization that not only am i alone, i don’t know what i want to do. the fifth mistake is that i was hungry as fuck, but i didn’t know what i wanted to eat.
so like any normal person i hopped on ANOTHER bus, the 101, and coasted the whole edge of Oceanside watching the waves crash on the sand and appreciating the smallness of the world. i decide while i was on that bus that this next weekend i’m going to take a train to San Bernardino and chill up there for the little time. hey! it was only 5 dollars the complete fair. look at me saving money.
as i’m on this bus day dreaming about next weekends trip, i realize FUCK IT’S GETTING LATE! so i ask the driver “yo, when’s this bus heading back to Oceanside transit center?” then he tells me, “around 9.” FUCK. i’d like to introduce you to mistake six and seven.
by the time i got to the transit center the fucking SPRINTER was closed. WHY THE HELL DO THINGS IN CALIFORNIA EVEN CLOSE!?!?! anyways, none of the buses run that late on a Sunday night i guess. mistake 8.
i’m like seven seconds form crying because i don’t wanna die in Oceanside, i’m not nearly as fond of California as much as others. I DO NOT want to die here.
so, while i’m shaking and about to have a panic attack, hungry af, two dudes (the same dudes who told me the sprinter was closed) told me where to look for a cab. and if none were there, where to call.
so i hail a cab, get in a cab, and the dude is like so where you going? and we start up conversation, i’m still hella shaky. and he asks why i went all the way to Oceanside. i was like “i just wanted to see…you know…go around. forget some things.”
“it’s a stupid reason…”
“come on kid, it can’t be that bad.”
by now the stress of the day, and just this terrible year I’ve been having kinda just sits itself on my chest and i start crying in the back of his cab and this dudes eyes go so fucking big i’m not kidding. in between my sobs and hiccups i somehow manage to cry out “m-m-my boyf-f-friend broke u-p-p-p with mee-ee-e.”
he ended driving me back to my place of dwelling and giving me a pep-talk. but anyways. just so ya’ll know, i adventured today. and i hated it.