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Magickal Use of Cinnamon

Planet: Mercury/Sun/Mars/Uranus

Element: Air/Fire

Folklore: First cultivated and used in the East, Cinnamon was burned to purify the temple. It also promotes health, vigor and libido.

Main magickal uses: Clairvoyance, consecration, divination, energy, good luck, love, money, passion, peace, prosperity, protection, psychic development, success Other magickal uses: communication, happiness, harmony, healing, inspiration, knowledge, meditation, purification, spirituality, tranquility, wisdom Lore: Paul Beyerl suggests that cinnamon be paired with tourmaline for best effect. Cinnamon is important as a purification incense in China. Do not use externally on the body, as it irritates the skin.


Protection
The sun is typically seen as representing male or active energy and since cinnamon is a sun-related ingredient it is thought to be useful in protection magic. For a simple cinnamon protection amulet, tie nine cinnamon sticks together and hang the bundle above your door to protect your home from from unwanted people and energies. Laying cinnamon sticks along your window sill will serve the same purpose.

Prosperity
Financial and personal prosperity are also related to the sun’s active energy. Cinnamon sticks combined with other “prosperity” ingredients such as whole cloves, ginger and orange sections can be used as a simmering potpourri to help boost your efforts in job hunting, getting a raise or making general improvements to your financial status.

Love
Because of its hot, fiery nature, cinnamon is a natural ally for love and sex magic. Try turning up the heat in your love life by grinding cinnamon sticks into a chunky powder and burning the powder as incense along with equal parts of red sandalwood and myrrh. Or simply place a stick of cinnamon under your lover’s pillow and see what happens.

SPELL:  Money Talisman

YOU WILL NEED: 

  • Five pumpkinseeds 
  • Three Cinnamon sticks 
  • One dollar bill 
  • Green cloth 
  • Green candle 
  • Cinnamon or basil oil 
  • Green ribbon

SPELLWORK

On a Friday during the waxing moon, assemble all your ingredients at dusk. Take the candle and rub (prosperity, basil, or cinnamon) oil into it while focusing on your bills and debts being paid, see them being paid, picture your self writing checks and smiling all the way to the bank. Light the candle and take the green cloth, add the pumpkin seeds, Cinnamon sticks, and the dollar bill and fold three times, tie with ribbon. Chant while you work and focus on money coming towards you;

Dollar bill, work your will.
Pumpkinseeds do your deeds.
Cinnamon sticks, do the trick,
Bring needed money & bring it quick

Repeat three times burn candle for nine minutes. Keep Talisman near your wallet or purse, and bills to be paid. Expect money to come, know it will and it shall be.

First Impressions

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Castiel works as a teller at his local bank, and Dean is a new mystery customer that brings in a wad of cash and crumpled singles once a week to deposit into his account.

Working as a bank teller was definitely a unique and interesting experience - and one that Castiel generally enjoyed.

Of course, there were always the customers that raised hell when they walked through the door, complaining about incorrect overdraft fees or loan interests, but for the most part, the people were pleasant and Castiel didn’t mind plastering a smile onto his face for five or six hours at a time.

He and the other tellers had their favorite customers that they always talked about, whether for the entertainment factor, or because they genuinely liked them.

There was the nice old woman who always updated the teller on her grandson’s theater career; the middle aged man who generally arrived drunk and so sure that he was a millionaire even though he wasn’t; the college-aged girl who came in with a different hair color every time; and a younger man who kept trying to convince the teller that he was haunted.

Yes, Castiel was sure that he’d seen it all - and then one day, Dean Winchester came through his line.

The moment Castiel looked up as the new face approached the counter, he was thrown off. Sandy and deliberately coiffed hair framed a perfectly symmetrical face that he was sure he’d seen on a famous statue in some museum or another. Soft green eyes blinked at him with an even softer smile as he leaned forward against the counter and tilted his head.

“Hey,” the man said, his voice almost as smooth as the marble his arms were resting against.

“Hello.” Castiel cleared his throat and smiled, praying to God that it looked natural. “How can I help you today, sir?”

The man pulled out his ID and slid it across the counter.

Dean Winchester, it read.

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US Presidents As Dril Tweets
  • George Washington: another day volunteering at the betsy ross museum. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the flag. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it
  • John Adams: "ah boo hoo hoo i want to post Foul comments to content leaders" Fat Chance, Dimwit. I will annihilate you under bulwark of the Law and God.
  • Thomas Jefferson: Q: If your post was proven by a counsil of wise men to be racist, or bullshit, would you bar it from the record? A: I do not delete my posts
  • James Madison: (sniffing a crumpled up one dollar bill i found on the floor of a dog kennel) ah.. thats greenbacks baby
  • James Monroe: for decades i have traversed the unforgiving mountains and rivers of south america, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fabled "ass downloader"
  • John Quincy Adams: "This Whole Thing Smacks Of Gender," i holler as i overturn my uncle's barbeque grill and turn the 4th of July into the 4th of Shit
  • Andrew Jackson: handing Faves over to my enemies is FRAUD !! base, contemptible FRAUD!
  • Martin Van Buren: Food $200
  • Data $150
  • Rent $800
  • Candles $3,600
  • Utility $150
  • someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying
  • William Henry Harrison: (spends all of 7 seconds skimming some blog posts) yep. just as i knew all along. having pnuamonia is good
  • John Tyler: fuck "jokes". everything i tweet is real. raw insight without the horse shit. no, i will NOT follow trolls. twitter dot com. i live for this
  • James K. Polk: thhere is no such thing as charisma, and art is fake. the only metrics by which we must determine the worth of a man are Strength and Wisdom
  • Zachary Taylor: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. i hoot & holler outta the building while a bunch of losers tell me that im dying
  • Millard Fillmore: trying to heal..... please donate to my go fund me... $10 will make me less racist... $100 will make me extremely less racist...thank you...
  • Franklin Pierce: blocked. blocked. blocked. youre all blocked. none of you are free of sin
  • James Buchanan: #NationalGirlfriendDay please cherish your gal's.. in honor of us, the single Boys who must sacrifice all companionship to #CarryTheBrand...
  • Abraham Lincoln: unloading an entire belt of ammo at me with a minigun or some such device will now get you "Blocked"
  • Andrew Johnson: who the fuck is scraeming "LOG OFF" at my house. show yourself, coward. i will never log off
  • Ulysses S. Grant: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT
  • Rutherford B. Hayes: using the toilet when i hear Our national anthem start to play. i do what i must. i stand tall in complete agony; as shit runs down my leg,
  • James A. Garfield: too much truth in such little time. feeling the heat cominh down to silence me... signing off........ for now
  • Chester A. Arthur: i WILL wise the fuck up. i WILL super charge my content for 2017. i WILL get blue check mark
  • Grover Cleveland: the way i see it, people who come on here and submit content that is not up to par, could possibly be considered the "Villains" of this site
  • Benjamin Harrison: i help every body, im not racist, i keep myself nice, and when i ask for a single re-tweet in return i am told to fuck off, fuck myself, etc
  • William McKinley: boy oh boy do i love purchasing large amounnts of Fool's Gold. wait a minute... fools gold fucking sucks. this stuff is no good..!! Fuck !!!
  • Theodore Roosevelt: IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL
  • William H. Taft: ah.. the perfect Souffle! cant wait to dig in to t(*EVERY PIPE IN MY HOUSE EXPLODES AT THE SAME TIME, COVERING ME IN SHIT AND BOILING WATER*
  • Woodrow Wilson: the conflicted supersoldier stares over the horizon as he smokes a cigarette. "war is the most fucked up thing ever." he takes a sip of beer
  • Warren G. Harding: somebody please Bribe me
  • Calvin Coolidge: aggressively joyless oaf hhere. painfully obnoxious respect demander checkign in. extremely dim witted frowning man looking for pals
  • Herbert Hoover: it is really quite astonishing that I have yet to win The Lottery, given how good I am at selecting six numbers and saying them out loud
  • Franklin D. Roosevelt: ive never heard of this “europe” but it sounds like a big bunch of shit to me
  • Harry Truman: everybody wants to be the guy to write the tweet that solves racism once and for all because it would look good as hell on a resume
  • Dwight D. Eisenhower: my "F*&k It!! Let's Go Golfin" t-shirt maintains a tenacious stranglehold on my life. after 1,125 days of Golf my body is twisted, deformed
  • John F. Kennedy: when you do sutuff like... shoot my jaw clean off of my face with a sniper rifle, it mostly reflects poorly on your self
  • Lyndon B. Johnson: incredibly handsome , charismatic famous boy credited with ending income inequality after saying that slumlords should be called "dumblords"
  • Richard Nixon: i attribute the complete failure of my brand to the actions of detractors, oor my “trolls”, as it were, as well as my own constant fuckups
  • Gerald Ford: shutting computer down until the shitty moods & attitudes can fuck off., if you need me ill be on my other computer, sititng 60° to my right
  • Jimmy Carter: i warnned you all that bad things would happen if you kept letting your wives wear jeans. AND NOW LOOK! the damn gas prices are up again
  • Ronald Reagan: spend a lot of time thinking about how sometimes even war criminals can be heroes sometimes... Dont like it? Click the unfollow buttobn
  • George H.W. Bush: just thought off an idea i believe to be bad ass. lets find the address of the leader of isis, and mail him/ her pieces of our SHIT
  • Bill Clinton: were at the point now, that when i offer to impregnate my girl followers, people assume my motives are sexual. disgusting, grow the fuck up,
  • George W. Bush: friday night gathering up together a big pile of things i like to respect (flags, crucifixes ,etc) and just roll around in it ,give kisses,
  • Barack Obama: my IQ has increased 10 points ever since i stopped tollerating people mucking about, on the time line
  • Donald Trump: no
Special Instructions (2/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3)
Rating: M (lots of unnecessary cursing, sexy times in later chapters)
Word Count: ~3300
Chapters: One

i’m shocked by the feedback on this ridiculous fic haha, thanks all. for the fans of hot mess emma, ch3 is the chapter for you lol

reader requested tags: @lenfaz @ilovemesomekillianjones  (and @stubble-sandwich because lbr you pretty much are the reason i didn’t abandon this idea when i was playing around a couple months ago)

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Special instructions: would u buy us more beer? like a lot. i will pay u

“Oh my god, Ems, I think Robin and Regina are getting it on in your room.”

She jumped at the sound of Ruby’s voice yelling in her ear over the sound of the music, then let out a whiny groan.

“Gross, on my bed?” she asked, disgusted at the thought of having to wash her linens before sleeping in them. She was buzzed enough to enjoy the atmosphere but not enough to let her friends fuck in her apartment. “Ugh, let me go stop them before I have to light my mattress on fire.”

Her movements were stilted and she stumbled a little as she walked down her hall. Sure enough, her door was shut and a sock hung from the knob. Her fist banged on the wood.

“Don’t you guys fucking dare! Go to your own apartments for this shit or I’m never inviting you over again. This isn’t college,” she shouted. A muffled grunt that sounded sort of like an apology came from the other side and she figured she’d leave and at least give them a few minutes to collect themselves.

“Emma! Where’s the beer?”

The question came from her brother who was currently losing (horrendously) at beer pong to Elsa, who had surprising accuracy for someone who was drunker than most people in the room.

“Uh, we’re out. I was about to go walk to the convenience store around the corner to get some more.”

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Swear Jar

It’s been way too long since i’ve written fanfiction and SuperCorp just had to drag my whipped ass down that hole again

Based on a prompt i saw on tumblr a long time ago about Kara actually having a swear jar for Lena and after a night together Lena just shoves her credit card inside… If anyone knows the post please tell me so I can amrk it here! 

It’s also on AO3 :http://archiveofourown.org/works/9567863


The first sign Lena Luthor had become a constant in their lives comes on a Saturday morning.

It’s subtle, it really is, and it takes Alex longer than she likes to admit to see. She doesn’t notice at first, when she uses her key to open Kara’s apartment door and heads straight to the kitchen after her sister’s greeting.

Kara’s not even surprised, it’s Saturday, which means breakfast together. And it’s the third Saturday, which means blueberry pancakes. And by the stack of fruit currently sitting on top of the counter, she hasn’t forgotten what day it is.

(She never does, it’s food after all.

Alex should really stop hoping her sister ever would.

Because it usually leads to an expletive from her and there are only a certain amount of one dollar bills Alex carries around.)

“I heard that!” Kara exclaims, pointing a finger at her sister and giggles when Alex retrieves her wallet from her pocket to fish for a note

‘Get exchange’, she adds on her mental list right after ‘buy Maggie’s vegan ice cream’ and ‘convince Maggie to watch The L Word with me’.

(“Danvers, I adore you, but I can only go through that once.”)

It’s when she notices. She would really like to say she reacted in a better way; she would really like to say she just smirked knowingly and continued the day. But no, of course it didn’t happen that way. She gasped and chuckled, then proceeded to cough for a whole minute trying to cover it.

Because right in between the ‘Cooler Danvers’ and ‘Mags Swags’ jars rested another one. Belonging to no one other than Lena Luthor.

Lee :)

And Alex should have seen it coming, because there’s only a reasonable amount of fake interviews Kara could come up with before just admitting she just wanted to hang out with the woman. Fucking Maggie.

“I heard that too!”

She puts two dollars into her jar before adding ‘pay five bucks to Maggie’ in her mental list. She should’ve have seen it coming.

She tries not to think about the jars that had already taken place besides hers. Tech Nerd; Better Lane; Jimmy Bravo; Mon-El. She thinks about how hers it’s the only one around. She really hopes those two others stay this time.

**

The first time she actually sees it happening is during game night the following week.

Lena sits on the other side of the counter, directly in front of Alex, her expression nothing like the one she saw when the woman arrived. Any resemblance of a smile gone from her face and she stares back at Alex.

Winn and Maggie are already out of this hand and the Luthor waits for Alex to decide if she’ll cover it.

“I’ll cover it.”

And it’s when James and Kara come to join them, Kara handing a glass of wine for Lena, hand resting at the small of her back. Alex sees the look Maggie gives her and the raise in her eyebrows. She chooses to ignore both.

Lena downs her hand, smug smile already on her lips, and okay, Alex has to admit she’s growing fond of the woman in front of her. Especially when Kara is looking at her like that.

But when Alex copies her, she’s sure no one but herself and Kara heard the fainted “shit” coming out of her mouth and an audible gasp from her sister. Lena doesn’t budge, but lets out a sigh and leans in, stretching her arm towards her jar. She tucks in a ten dollar bill before looking back at Kara, raised eyebrow in a silent question. A frown appears in her face but she nods nevertheless.

“Saving for the rest of the night.” Lena explains before looking at Alex once more. “I’ve finally found a rival on poker.”

By the end of the night, Lena adds two extra dollars in her jar and Alex slips her own five in hers.

**

“How long until those two bang?” Maggie asks her later, when James and Winn had already left for good twenty minutes, after dragging Alex out of the apartment and the poker tournament her girlfriend indulged with Lena.

“What?”

“Your sister and Lena.”

“What!”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t see.”

“You know what; I’m not talking about it.”

“I give them two months.”

**

The second time it happens is three weeks later, when Maggie finally had some time off of work and it was one of those nights the DEO didn’t need Alex or Supergirl.

Maggie curls against her side, hand automatically wrapping around her shoulders and a lingering kiss against her temple.

This time, when the two arrived for movie night, a sheepish Kara opening the door to let them in, Alex reaction was smoother.

Way smoother.

But the sight one the one and only Lena Luthor sitting in her sister’s couch, flannel pajama pants (which she was rather sure it was her sister’s) and loose t-shirt, was definitely not one she was expecting to see.

(She ignores the huge grin on her girlfriend’s face and drags her to the loveseat after grabbing two bottles of beer.)

“No horror movies!” Kara shouts from the kitchen.

“No romances either!” Alex shouts back. “Do you know what we should watch?” The urge to grin is too strong and she ends up with a huge smile towards her glaring girlfriend.

“Alex, no.”

“We should watch The L Word.”

“No!” The exclamation comes from both Lena and Maggie at the same time and they share a knowing look.

Kara comes back from the kitchen, ice cream for herself and glass of wine for Lena, to find her sister laughing at the exasperation in the other two faces.

The one who recovers first is Lena, sitting up straighter and sighing before looking at Alex.

“Look, it’s a classic and basically every non-straight girl has watched it, but once was enough watching that shit.”

“Lena.”

“I’ll put a dollar on it next time I get up, don’t worry.”

They settle down with Orphan Black, after all, and if Alex notices her sister’s hand on Lena’s thigh, she doesn’t mention. Neither does she mention the way they lean into each other after thirty minutes. Or how, by the end of the second episode, Kara’s head is dropped in Lena’s shoulder, the latter letting her hands run through the other’s hair.

She also ignores the ‘they’re definitely banging’ Maggie whispers against her ear before she gets up to get herself another beer.

**

Third time happens after a very distressed Kara arrived at the DEO pacing and rambling about how Lena freaking Luthor knew.

(Of course she did; Alex thinks everyone does.

Kara does a very poor job at hiding it.)

But her sister is going crazy in front of her because she thinks Alex is going to hate her for letting her secret slip like that.

Instead, Alex shrugs, it was bound to happen sooner or later, and she would kill someone before telling them she rather liked Lena.

(She was really good at poker and could handle her alcohol. That was enough.

The fact that she made Kara smile like that was nothing but a bonus.)

When Alex put a stop to her pacing, hand on her shoulder, she was met by a pout and puppy eyes. How could she be mad after that?

And when she just smiled and told Kara to pick Lena Luthor up and bring her in to sign the NDA, Kara hugged her, a tad too tightly, not that she would mention it to her excited sister, and flied off.

(They came back an hour later, Lena blurting out a different expletive every time Alex showed her another room. Every time to be met with a scold from Supergirl.)

**

Maybe Alex should consider giving Kara’s apartment key back.

Because on a Saturday, four weeks after the last incident, she lets herself in, bags of groceries swinging as she uses her ankle to close the door behind her.

(It’s scrambled eggs and bacon day and two years ago she learned Kara could eat at least a dozen eggs.

And grocery shopping isn’t her best skill.)

The first sign this Saturday isn’t like the others is the lack of cheerful greeting from a very excited Kara Danvers as soon as she opened the door. The opposite, to be honest, it is way too quiet for her sister to even be home. When she starts questioning that maybe there was a Supergirl emergency she hears a loud thud coming from Kara’s bedroom.

It leads her to the second sign. A black purse lying down at the counter, coat haphazardly thrown by the side. Both not her sister’s.

And Kara comes running from the hallway, blushed cheeks and disheveled hair, just pulling down an oversized shirt over. Third sign. And she wanted to scream in frustration because Maggie has been winning most of the bets so far.

“Alex! What are you doing here?”

“It’s Saturday.”

“Is it?”

She puts the grocery bag down on the counter and looks at her sister. Kara fidgets under her gaze. She should go. And leave the key behind.

But then, tentative footsteps come from the hall and when she looks over, Lena Fucking Luthor stands there, unbuttoned shirt barely reaching the middle of her thighs. When she catches the stare, the change is unbelievable. Gone is the woman who was just caught off guard and standing there was the CEO, raised chin and long confident steps until she reaches for the coat.

“Lena?” Kara asks but she just smiles and takes her credit card off the pocket.

She’s not doing it, she’s not going to, oh, she did it. No! No, this is more than I needed to know.

“Before I forget.” She puts it inside her jar and, at least, blushes a little when she sees the look Alex is giving her, before she goes back to the bedroom.

Kara looks like a mess, pretty much a broken mess gasping for air and blushing up to the tip of her ears.

Because, fifth sign, next to ‘Lee :)’ is a fourth jar. Puppy Danvers. Alex counts maybe half a dozen bills shoved inside before tearing her eyes away.

“I’ll call next time.” Kara blushes harder, and she thinks this morning broke her sister. Kara squeaks a hurries goodbye and once she’s outside, she hears the door being locked from the inside. Not very helpful now.

Finish Hank’s report; pick up clothes at the laundry; clean my eyes with bleach; give Maggie ten doll-twenty, give Maggie twenty dollars. Maggie was right, Lena Luthor was definitely a black lace kind of woman.

Buy two bottles of bleach.

I need to share what I found in my attic last night

By reddit user A10A10A10

I’m an old man living alone in an old house.  My wife and I bought it 10 years ago, just before she passed.  I don’t know how old it is.  If I had to guess, I’d say at least 150 years.  It’s your typical old house in back country southern United States, surrounded by forest and far from the closest neighbor.

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BTS Reactions #3- Love at First Sight

NAMJOON-  Life as a flight attendant could be pretty exhausting.  You were constantly dealing with irritable passengers and long hours stuck trailing up and down the aisles in the cramped plane.  It didn’t help that the dress code required you to be in heels and a uniform that did nothing to relax your posture.  Your face was also so heavy in overly colorful makeup, you couldn’t wait to get home and wipe it all of and put on some sweatpants.  

  Currently, you were bending over the small space between to rows of seats in an effort to capture the empty soda cans the most recent passengers left behind.  You really couldn’t understand why they felt the need to shove it into the seats.  Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder.  You turned around to be met with a fellow co-worker of yours.  

  “Hey (Y/n), Ally got sick last minute so do you mind taking her spot up in first class for the next flight?”  Inwardly, you groaned.  First class passengers were the worst.  They were just so entitled and saw flight attendants as personal slaves.  You were half way done with declining the offer when you suddenly stopped.  Ally had worked your shift that one time you had a family emergency on that flight to Germany.  You guessed it was time to repay the favor. 

  The next set of passengers were way less rowdier than ones on the last flight.  For that, you silently thanked god. However, now was the time you were dreading.  It has been 15 minutes since take off, and now officially time to go out and offer drinks and snacks.  You dreaded dragging that huge cart around to serve arrogant rich people.  

  You had just begun going down the aisles when you heard a loud boom at the end of your cart.  You gasped.  Uh-oh.  your worst fear came true, you hit someone with the cart.  Scared at being yelled at, you ran up to the person who you hit.  He was currently rubbing the back of his head, telling you he probably poked his head out at the same time you were pushing the heavy cart forward.   To add insult to injury, you spotted a huge stain on his shirt.  Great, you even spilled a drink on him too.

  “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”  You said while padding away at the mess that was on his shirt.  

  “Oh, it’s okay.  I’m kinda clumsy t-” Suddenly he cut off as he stared up at you.  Prepared to get chewed out in front of everyone, you rushed to explain yourself.  

  “I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t see you.  If it helps I can offer you anything from this menu for free.”  You looked up from the huge stain, to see him staring at you.  

  You noticed that he was quite handsome however his eyes looked glossy as his overall expression became dazed.  Then, you heard him whisper in that deep voice of his, “So pretty.”

  Your heart dropped, you gave him a concussion!  

  “Oh my god, I’m gonna loose my job.”  And to your confusion he just laughed.

  this was the story of how you met your boyfriend, Namjoon.

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JIN-  The brisk spring air hit your body in a rush as you sped down the street.  To your calculations, all you had was two more houses to go and then your shift would be done.  And just in time for your favorite K-drama too!  

  Being a student was hard.  Although you loved focusing all your attention to getting your degree in health in order to help people, bills were pilling up and you could only apply for so much financial aid.  Eventually you got off the couch and applied for some part time jobs.  Although it was annoying to have to begin work right after you get off class, the running electricity and food in your fridge thanked you.  

  Eventually you reached you destination, and got off your bike.  You took off your helmet and switched it for the box of steaming chicken.  Quickly, you took out your phone and double checked the address. You were at the right place.

  As you stalked up the the home, you couldn’t help but notice how big it was.  Perhaps today was your lucky day and you would actually be delivering some chicken to a celebrity.  You chuckled at the thought.  

  You rang the doorbell and patiently waited.  It took only a few moments for the door to open to reveal a very tall, broad-shouldered and angel-faced man.  He didn’t spare you a look and instead dug around in his pockets for his wallet.  

  Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realized he looked oddly familiar.  You could’ve sworn that you saw him on television or something.  But, you decided to leave it as he probably wouldn’t like being asked about his social status.  

  “How much do I owe you?” he asked quietly.

   “14.50 please.”  you answered shortly.  

  Out of nowhere, you heard a fast intake of breath.  Concerned, you looked up to find he had dropped his wallet and was staring at you with his jaw dropped. 

  “Sir, are you okay?”  

  He just continued staring at you as though he had never seen a girl before.  it took him 15 minutes to fork over the money and let you leave.  

  Three weeks later, Jin would still call up the chicken place demanding that YOU deliver.  

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   Yoongi-  So you weren’t the smartest.  You weren’t the prettiest.  And you weren’t necessarily charming at all.  But there was something you were extremely passionate about…and that was music.  

  You were a college dropout and a starving artist.  Although you weren’t making your parents extremely proud, you were living life the way you wanted to and focused all of your attention on music.  

  Music helped you through so much in life, you dedicated your life to it.  However, the world wasn’t as understanding as you wished it to be.  This explained why you were playing your violin at the city corner playing for tips in hopes of paying your rent on time.

  Some kind people watched for a while and dropped a few crumpled ones into your jar.  But other than that, people continued to pass you, too caught up in their lives to care about yours.  

  Unknown to you, a man who was sitting on a bench nearby couldn’t help but notice the interesting tune that was floating through the city.  As he sipped on his coffee, his eyes began to search for the source of such a gorgeous sound.  Like a moth to flame, his sight landed on yours as you continued to play your violin.  

  He almost choked on his drink when he saw you.  For a few minutes he continued to stare, wondering if he was dreaming or not.

  Subtly, he passed by your jar just to quietly deposit a $50 dollar tip.

  In the next few days, you couldn’t help but notice that your tips got higher.  For some reason, you always ended up with at least one 50 dollar bill.  You thought about this on the bus ride over to your usual city spot.  Perhaps your music just go better?  The thought made you smile.

  You had only been at you spot for 5 minutes when rain suddenly began pouring down on you and your violin.  your groaned loudly as you witnessed potential tippers run off to nearby shops for protection from the weather.  You were about ready to head off home, when you felt a tap on your shoulder.  You turned around to see a man whom you’ve never seen before.

  All he did was smirk and ask, “You know after all those fifty dollar bills, I think I at least deserve your company for getting coffee.”

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

As always, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook version will be posted in a bit.

  • mom: just because there are clues that lead to a chamber doesn't mean this is the movie national treasure starring nicholas cag-
  • me: The 100 has 4 seasons and 4 minus 1(00) is 3 and 3 is how many sides there are in a triangle and a triangle is the symbol of the pyramid on the crest and the crest stands for "from the ashes we'll rise." from the ashes. ASHES. What animal comes from ashes? Phoenixes and What is a phoenix? A bird Do you know what else is a bird? An eagle Do you know what a triangle stands for? Illuminati Do you know what is on a one dollar bill? An illuminati triangle, an eagle and a pyramid Do you know who is on a one dollar bill? George Washington who was a founding father Do you know what the founding fathers did? They hid the treasure. Nicolas Cage plays Ben Franklin Gates. BEN FRANKLIN. A Founding Father. The Treasure. Still not convinced? The 100's main character is Clarke Griffin Do you know her mother? Abigail Griffin. ABIGAIL. Abigail CHASE???!!????? LOVER OF BEN GATES IN NATIONAL TREASURE!!!!!3&694!!! BUT WAIT-
poet ask meme

a. what other poets style do you emulate the most?

b. do you write with too much imagery or too little?

c. write four poems in one day or go three weeks without writing anything?

d. do you have your poetry organized or are you more likely to write half a stanza on a one dollar bill and then spend it by accident?

e. bird imagery or ocean imagery?

f. what was the last poem that you loved?

g. do you write about people or landscapes?

h. dreams or real events?

i. who do you write for?

j. what is the worst thing about your writing? what is the best?

k. what’s the best line you’ve ever written?

l. how much do you edit a piece before you consider it complete?

m. how long does it take you to write a poem?

n. ghosts or angels?

o. god or sunlight?

p. soft or harsh?

q. safety or happiness?

r. how long have you been writing?

s. who is your favourite poet? you have to pick just one.

t. what is your favourite line of poetry?

u. would you be okay with never being well known?

v. slow or frantic?

w. what colour is your poetry?

x. who, if anyone, do you send your new poems to?

y. is your poetry light or dark?

z. write a couplet (a short poem with just two lines) about pulse points.

You can really tell what kind of people physicists are by looking at the cork board in our department office. We have 3 Chinese takeout menus, pictures of dogs that represent the undergrads and professors (I’m a corgi loaf aw) a one dollar bill that was once SPS’s entire yearly budget, and pictures of famous physicists with their names horribly misspelled and wildly incorrect quotes from them

Extra Credit - Part 3 Jaebum Fic

Next thing you know, you’re at Mr. Im’s house after school. You kind of wish you didn’t agree to babysit his child but you couldn’t say no. He was really desperate for someone to baby sit him and you were his last resort.

You went to the little boy’s school to pick him up and you explained his father asked you to pick him up. He asked “what’s the code” and you replied “bart simpson” because Mr. Im told you prior that was the code. The boy giggled. Mr. Im taught his child well. That was very clever of him. By having a code, it would prevent the child from being stolen. You also learned Mr. Im had an obsession with Bart. Everyone has their weird obsessions right? 

His child’s name is Jaehyun. He is 4 years old but acts more mature. You were walking toward your car with him and he ran toward your door with his little legs and attempted to open it for you.

“Dad told me to be nice to all women no matter what” he said.
He spoke softly and cutely. He has straight black hair with sparkling dark brown eyes just like his fathers. He didn’t have the two eye moles like Jaebum but he had a mole underneath his eye.

“Thank you Jaehyun” you said staring back at him because you couldn’t believe how cute he was. The way he spoke was very adorable and sweet. It might sound mean but you really didn’t like kids. Their whining and screeching and how they always picked their nose irritated you. But Jaehyun hasn’t annoyed  you. He hasn’t whined or complained yet and he seemed very calm. Maybe you weren’t annoyed because he was Mr. Im’s child and you were infatuated with Mr. Im. You felt so creepy and weird for thinking your teacher is attractive. It is December and you are still fascinated by him. You really needed to stop being so in love with Mr. Im though. Why couldn’t you just look at him like a regular man? Oh right… It’s because he’s about 23, which is young, and he is single and good looking. His voice was smooth, even when teaching, and he always dressed in gorgeous dress shirts. Who knew simple dress shirts could turn you on. You could smell his cologne when you asked him questions about assignments at his desk and you wanted to just stuff your face in his chest.

You played hide and seek with Jaehyun for an hour and then he wanted to play with some of his Legos so you agreed. You really sacrificed that afternoon because you hate Legos a lot. No particular reason. You just disliked them. Wow, you just realized you’re very negative: dislikes certain kids, hates Legos, what’s next?

Another hour or so passed and Jaehyun said he was hungry. This child is perfect. Most kids would start whining and saying “WHERE IS MY FOOD” but Jaehyun said in a sweet voice, “I am hungry Ms. Y/N do you think we can have a snack?” He is so mature you thought. Before you could answer, the door swung open and you saw Mr. Im holding takeout from Bambam’s family Thai restaurant, also your favorite restaurant. But you knew you shouldn’t stay.

“Oh perfect, Jaehyun said he was hungry just now” you said grabbing your coat and walking toward your teacher.

“Dad!! Y/N and me played a lot I was having so much fun. I missed you” Jaehyun screamed.

Mr. Im hugged his son quickly and looked at you confusedly.

“Why are you grabbing your coat Y/N? I brought this food for all of us. Thank you so much for babysitting Jaehyun”

Oh no. He wants to eat dinner with all of you? You wanted to get out of the house as quickly as possible now that Mr. Im arrived. You can’t even look at him in the eye without blushing.

You turned around slowly with a fakeish smile and said “Oh I have to finish homework! I wish I could stay but thanks for the offer. Sorry!”
Your voice was abrupt.

“Nonsense! How can you have homework? If I remember correctly, Mrs. Foster gave a math test today and she never gives homework on the days she gives out tests. And the language arts teachers all had a conference so you had a free period right? I don’t know about your other classes but I certainly didn’t give homework. You can spare some time with us right?”

Wow. He really put you in your place. That was a long justification he just gave you to make you stay. You felt your cheeks reddening because of embarrassment and because you looked at him and he smiled at you with his teeth showing. Was this your first time seeing his toothy grin? It was gorgeous.

“Please stay Y/N.” he said again with a smile.

You ended up having dinner with them and you were glad considering they were having your favorite. But you weren’t glad at the same time. Awkward moments and hand brushings happened between you and Mr. Im as you helped him set up the table. You and Mr. Im discussed fundraiser ideas for your class and the new principal of the school. What fascinating topics… Sarcasm. Jaehyun was busy playing with his food instead of eating it while you guys chatted. But, if any of your friends found out about this scenario… they would bombard you with questions and suspicions. It was such a harmless event. You only baby sat his child and ate dinner. You’re telling yourself its harmless and it really is, but what would happen if people made up a rumor about it all. A couple years back, that story your friend told you of a girl kissing Mr. Im’s cheek was the story of the entire school for a week. You had nothing to worry about though because no one knows of this current situation or teachers lounge one from September. And you certainly won’t mention.

As your saying your farewells to Jaehyun and grabbing your coat, Mr. Im stops you.

“Don’t leave just yet. Let me thank you for helping me so much today” he says happily while handing you a hundred dollar bill.

One baby sitting job and he’s giving you a hundred dollar bill? It was literally for only two hours? What the hell?

“Oh there’s really no need to thank me and please keep your money. I cant accept money from my teacher It was not a problem baby sitting him. He is very cute.” you said with a laugh.

“How about I add extra credit to your grade then?”

There he goes again with the stupid extra credit. The thing that got your thoughts running wild the first time he emailed you. Then you went off and kissed him the next day.

“Sure that’ll be fine.” you said. What else could you do but to agree?

He began asking you on the days you would be free because he wanted to make you a permanent babysitter on some days when he couldn’t pick Jaehyun up from school on time due to grading papers and other meetings. Great… Would it be a bad decision to accept?

“I can pick him up any time after school and I can be with him until you return from work. Just tell me the days you’ll be working late” you said with some hesitation. You thought you sounded like a loser. You wanted to smack your head because you couldn’t bare babysitting Jaehyun if it meant seeing Mr. Im’s face a little more often. You would faint.

“Thank you so much it really means a lot Y/N. Can I have your number so I can text you during school on when I would be working a bit late? I hope your okay with late notice. I am sorry; sometimes things come up during the school hours. I won’t be working late everyday, but sometimes I get a little busy.”

“It’s really not a problem” you said. He asked for your number and you didn’t answer because you were nervous and unsure.

“Okay! Lets exchange numbers!” Mr. Im said again.

Oh no. You had no choice. You exchanged numbers and then you realized you were acting super childish. Your hand was trembling when you were putting your number in his phone. You took back your phone and noticed the way he named himself on your phone.

“JB? With a smiley face?”

“You can call me that. Wouldn’t it be awkward to call me Mr. Im all the time?”

It would be more awkward to call your teacher by a nickname you thought to yourself.

“I will pay you 100 dollars each time you babysit.”

“Please Mr. Im, that would be unnecessary!” you said quickly.

It would be weird to have your teacher pay you.

“I’m sorry. I forgot that you only settle for extra credit you little nerd.” he said laughing.

“Extra Credit doesn’t cut it. I don’t want anything Mr.Im.”

“What can I do to repay you then? Kiss you?” he says with a bit of sass and a smirk.

Your cheeks turn a bright red and you stare down at the ground. This is the most embarrassing moment of your entire life.

“I was only kidding. We can discuss this later. Good night dear.”

So now he called you dear? What the hell?

You pretended like you weren’t affected by his comment and said goodbye.

Winter was coming to an end and spring arrived. You and Mr. Im grew a bit closer in the student teacher relationship. It was normal and things didn’t get creepy or weird. You called him JB at his house but Mr. Im at school. He did continue to tease you in front of your classmates and you actually liked it sometimes because you liked when he spoke to you or gave you attention. Even if he was making fun of you. You had a hopeless crush and there was no harm in having one. You regret kissing him but you were happy he wasn’t awkward about it.

“Oh you’re so short Y/N.”

“When will you stop roasting me Mr. Im? You never ever roast Irene or Wendy.”

“I don’t want to roast them. I only roast the people I like which is you.” he said looking into your eyes sternly. He laughed jokingly.

That was a conversation one afternoon and it made you happy even if you knew that wasn’t meant to be flirty. You were blind. You wanted to think it was flirty. He was your crush after all. He told you often that Jaehyun complained when you weren’t there and missed you constantly. He rarely complained about anything but he complained if you weren’t present. Sometimes Mr. Im would buy you guys take out and eat at the dinner table like a regular family. He never cooked but you didn’t mind. Who knows what the hell he would make. Sometimes you guys went out to dinner. People from school could see you if you went out with Jaehyun and Mr. Im so you constantly protested when Mr. Im suggested going out. He would tell you it wasn’t a big deal but you would sit in fear. You insisted on paying him back but he said that this was his gift for you for babysitting Jaehyun.

“Stop being so paranoid shorty. What’s wrong with having dinner with a student?” he would say.

EVERYTHING! you thought to yourself.

You started getting use to the routine and you would ask JB about his day and all the teacher gossip.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this but did you know Mrs. Raven has a glass eye?” JB would tell you.

You used to always hang out with Jackson after school and you would ask about your classmates gossip but now your more interested about the teachers gossip. Your best friend was basically replaced by a teacher. Jackson would ask to hang out after school but you told him you had to tutor some children. He thought you were bullshitting him because he knew you didn’t like kids but you told him you were being truthful. You felt bad for lieing but if you ever told Jackson about JB he would take it the wrong way. Considering JB is a good looking fellow, everyone would think your sleeping with him but he really is a gentleman. Everyone in your school thinks JB is a bit of a player considering the girl from a couple years back kissed him and he didn’t react. WELL WOULD YOU WANT A REACTION OR SOMETHING?! JB HANDLED THE SITUATION LIKE A MAN you always said that in your head when you heard people talking about the situation. The girl shouldn’t have done it. You hung out with Jackson when you could but Jackson could feel the friendship deteriorating and it made him very curious on what you were always up to.

One day Mr. Im texted you and said, “I have a date tomorrow night and I’m sorry to have you do a late shift but are you able to? Can you come by tomorrow at 6:45? My date is at 7.”

He’s having a date.. This must be his first in a while. Or maybe before you became the babysitter he went on dates. All these thoughts went on in your mind and you grew increasingly jealous. Why are you jealous? You’re supposed to have a crush on him but you’re only supposed to admire his looks from a far. But no. You’re very jealous and you feel immature.

“Hey Y/N! I’m glad you could babysit Jaehyun. I haven’t been on a date in like two years so you can tell I’m a big excited!”

Oh two years…

“It’s no problem I hope you have fun!”

Suddenly Mr.Im hugs you and whispers in your ear “I am so nervous.”

This is what you hated/loved. When he made these sudden movements: hugging, teasing your height and made you blush, points on history essays that you didn’t even turn in but he gave you an A+ because you babysat Jaehyun. This was his idea of extra credit and you loved it kind of.. You weren’t as jealous as you were the night before because you realized that his girlfriend left him with this child. Imagine the pain he must’ve gone through. She abandoned Jaehyun but you didn’t know for sure because he never told you the details. And this is his first date since she left. No wonder he’s nervous. You are happy for him that he is finally entering the dating scene. You can live with the pain in your heart of your hopeless history teacher crush because you’re still young but this man is an adult and he deserves love at the age of 23. Your 18 year old mind needs to mature you thought to yourself.

You pat his back and his fluffy hair and tell him good luck and that it’ll be great. If anyone from school saw this they would conclude things but it was innocent. You say goodbye and you go to hang out with Jaehyun. Your favorite show was Scooby Doo as a child and you recently caught Jaehyun watching the new version of it. That made you so happy because you’re never to old to watch Scooby Doo. Jaehyun even laughed at the jokes and you can’t believe how cute and sweet the boy is. His cute giggle made you smile and wish you could be with him forever. Over the past few months you have gotten closer to him and you even made him interested in K-pop. His favorite song was G-Dragon’s Crayon. The fact that Jaehyun listened to you harping about all your favorite boy groups and girl groups made you adore him more. Finally someone who listened to your obsession. Sometimes kids only want to talk about themselves but Jaehyun payed attention to you. A four year old is paying attention to you and you are so happy.

Jaehyun fell asleep at 9 while you guys were watching Beauty and the Beast because you told him it would be fun since all Disney movies were fun but it ended up making him fall asleep. And you went to tuck him in his bed and gave him a little kiss on his forehead. He was too precious and had such good manners. You wished you babysat at night more often because you had fun watching TV with him.

You were walking back to the living room and then you realized JB’s ex-girlfriend left him when Jaehyun was 2. The last time JB went on a date was two years ago, so that means two years ago he was taken by his ex? Right? You dismissed the thoughts and just scrolled through Instagram, snapchat, and twitter mindlessly and ended up falling asleep on the couch.

You awoke to the sound of the door opening and shutting harshly and you jumped from the sudden sound. JB walked in and he has a fixed look of despair on his face.

“What’s wrong? Did it not go well?” you said in a worried tone. You were genuinely concerned and sad for JB. It didn’t go well? You wanted the best for him.

“I wouldn’t say it didn’t go well but I’m just sad and I don’t even know why I went out.” JB said in a shaky voice. He sat down next to your legs which were across the couch.

“I don’t know what happened between you and your ex in the past but I’m sure the more dates you go on, the more comfortable you will get and the more you’ll forget the past and go back to normal.”

You weren’t sure if your statement was too personal considering you assumed things about his emotions. You weren’t sure if he was sad because of his ex or not and you accidentally brought up his ex even though he didn’t mention her.

He tapped on your smooth legs and drew circles on them just so his hands could concentrate on something.. “She left me two years ago and this is the first time I went out with a girl since then. She… She was beautiful. But she didn’t want to care for Jaehyun. She said she was too busy but I was too. But I always made time. We were young and didn’t have much money. I’m surprised we even made it two years without getting broke. She said that it was too much for her and she couldn’t handle it anymore. She said she would leave me with Jaehyun and concentrate on herself. She said she lost feelings for me too. She said she was sorry. She said even though we had a kid that didn’t entitle her to love me forever. I understand she stopped loving me. We were high school sweethearts…those never last. We were too young for Jaehyun anyway. But she left him. She actually left him. That is what made her very unappealing to me. To leave your child? That is not beautiful or praise worthy. I will forever keep Jaehyun. I love him. He is so kind… and… I wanna raise him to be a good man…and I will forever cherish him. I will never abandon him. He is a responsibility and I am happy to carry that responsibility.”

Those were the sweetest things you have ever heard someone say. He really loves Jaehyun. Fatherly love is just too beautiful and enchanting. Your hopeless crush on JB made you love him more and you couldn’t bare to see him so depressed.

“I am just your student and babysitter but I hope you can find comfort in my words. Every child deserves a mother. Sometimes circumstances prevent the child from his mother. In this case, his mother left. But I know you are doing such an amazing job taking care of Jaehyun. He is the most well-mannered boy in this entire world. I have seen so many rude kids that made me dislike children as a whole but after being with Jaehyun, I realize he deserves the world. It is a pity he can’t be with his mom and I’m sorry that you had to go through that pain. Be strong. I know you can. I have faith in you. One day you can go out freely and meet women and then you’ll find a woman who will jus click with you and even if she isn’t Jaehyun’s real mother, her love for you will bring joy to Jaehyun and she’ll love him dearly when she loves you too. I don’t know if this makes sense because I’m only 18 but I hope everything works out.”

His hands had stopped making circles on your legs and instead just lay softly on your legs. You attempted to withdraw your legs from his hands to give him a little hug but he grabbed your left leg firmly.

“I… I.. I’m sorry. Don’t leave my grasp.” JB said.

You awkwardly sat there. This is the most in depth conversation the entire year and to be honest, it wasn’t THAT awkward. Until he grabbed your leg of course.

A few minutes pass and then he suddenly darts his eyes to yours.
He moves closer to you and grabs your head and places it at the crook of his neck and he whispers in your ear with a tone of sadness and desperation… “Please. Please don’t leave me. I’m scared.. I.. I just.. you are so mature.. and sweet… And Jaehyun has been so happy since you entered his life. I am so thankful you are his babysitter” he said while stroking you leg now.
“He has always been a happy boy even when his mom left; he was too young to realize but he still smiled and even more when you came. He knows his mom left him because I had to tell him and I was so sad that he remembers her somewhat and has to go through the pain of his mom not wanting him. I had to tell him because all his friends at school had mothers. But he comforted me and told me I was the best dad ever. He is caring and i love him but.. I wish he had a motherly figure. You’re so motherly to him. Ever since I met you in September… I have to admit that I.. I think you are the most mature woman I have ever met. You handle every situation delicately and carefully. I admire that. I can’t just ask you to be his mother but I just want to admit this now. After tonight I realized how much I enjoy your company and how grateful I am to have you in our lives.”
You hesitated and were surprised by his ramblings.
“I have grown to admire and adore Jaehyun and I have always admired you as my boss and teacher.” you said to JB.

You both sat in silence and JB suddenly spoke with a quiver in his tone.

“I know I can’t say this but I think you’re… charming and such a great supporter and I.. I think you… I really like…I.”

He kept stuttering trying to think of what to say exactly.

“Thank you Mr. Im I like you as a teacher and a boss too. I really want to care for Jaehyun because he deserves the world” you said quickly. You only thought that’s what he meant. But he really meant he had grown to like you.

“No… I don’t think you understand. I like your personality. I like the way you ask about my shitty day. I want to… get to know you. You’re funny and you are always interested about my boring life shorty… it makes me feel important. I love teasing you too. I must sound like a loser but I haven’t had such affection in a long time. You’re petite and so cute. I call you shorty but I really like your face when I tease you. I shouldn’t be telling you this but I have been feeling this for quite some time.”

Was he drunk? He has been rambling for a long time since he came back and now he’s saying he liked you? What has gotten into him? This is your dream -for him to like you- but it was not a reality you felt. You looked into his eyes to see if you could tell if he had any signs that he was intoxicated. He looked normal and then you inched closer to his mouth to see if you could smell any alcohol and you thought maybe you would kiss him again in this silence. JB looked into your eyes to see if you had any approval but you had a questionable look. He grabs your small hand and puts his left arm around your back and harshly but urgently kisses you. But it was gentle. You are a bit late to respond. He’s kissing you now? How? He likes you? You kiss him back at this point and press yourself closer, wanting to feel more of his heavenly lips. His hand moves back and forth against your back and he dips his tongue inside your mouth and your tongues dance with each other. He explores your cavern for the first time and grabs your waist.. He kisses the side of your lips and then begins to move down your jaw and starts kissing the nape of your neck. It sends a shiver down your spine. No one has ever kissed you there before. He lightly bites the area and you were afraid it would leave a mark.

“I… I can’t do this. It’s wrong. I am your student” you said in a hushed whisper.

“I have been controlling myself since the beginning of the school year… I can’t control myself” He said while sliding his hands up your shirt. He pulled away from you and just stared at your eyes.

“I want to be with you… But wouldn’t that affect our relationship?” you said. You finally got what you wanted: your teacher returning his crush for you. But it felt wrong. You were scared.

He twirls your hair in his fingers and leans closer to you lips and whispers right above them “I want you.”

You realized that he was being serious. Your teacher actually likes you back. You completely gave in.
“So take me Mr. Im. I’m all yours.” you said as you captured his Iips.

A Bughead Drabble

Don’t judge me. Don’t hate me. Lol.

“You keep calling me Juliet.”

She looked me dead in the eye as if she was almost mad, never had I seen such a reaction to what most girls would consider quite a compliment from the circles of romantic literature.

I more or less see it as either a satisfying comment to make a girl fall for you or the most annoying and unsatisfactory series of events that lead to nothing but frustration. Is that not the love ballad of Romeo and Juliet?

She tightens her long blonde ponytail and then spins on the balls of her feet to look at me, slapping her hands to the sides of her hips. “And can you please find another way to get up here!” she says rushing to the window, scowling at my ladder leaning against her window. “My parents will kill me, Romeo!”

I try not to make it so obvious that my voice has hitched in my throat and I straighten my beanie before smiling at her. “Don’t say I’m your Romeo, Bets. I never have been.”

She frowns a bit and I can almost hear her mind ticking. Betty Cooper has always had a way of expressing her thoughts through the looks on her face. I have known her for so long, I was somewhat of a clairvoyant to a small group of people that we call our friends.

She must have felt she had  offended me, forgetting that good ol’ Juggie doesn’t have the sensitive heart that her beloved Archie does. “But-bu-” I cut her off.
“But that would be fair Archie Montague,” I say, giving her a wink which earns me a shove on her behalf.

She sits back down on the edge of her bed and lays back, her lacy dress riding up and as much as I wanted to look away, be a decent human being and the respectable young man I have tried oh so hard to make myself into, I couldn’t help but notice how her blushed skin was reaching further up and up and…

“Jug!”

I snap my head away from her smooth legs and quickly up to her face. “Yeah?”

“I got a message from V, you interested in a bit of a bite?”

I didn’t want to admit it, but I was hunting for an excuse not to go. I had blown Archie off but unfortunately, he is not blind and he will see the ladder leaning against Betty’s picket fenced house. My hands had been so deep in my pockets for a while now and I wonder if she’s noticed but I shake my pockets. “No money.”

Betty laughs and runs her teeth over her bottom lip. “And I will have your back – or Veronica will.”

My face blushes but it shouldn’t – dad had given me a one hundred dollar bill when I crossed him in the street just yesterday which I start fingering in my pocket. “Bets…”

“If it’s too much of a girly date for you, we’ll call Arch to join us.”

I cock an eyebrow. “And detach him from the string and wood connected to his side? I dunno Bets,” I say teasingly.

I scan around her room while she lays down with her head in her hands. So many trinkets, such a big room. So much space and flowers and photos of her and Archie, photos of us three when we were kids, polka dots, lace. So much lace. “So much lace,” I voice out loud.

She sits up and sniggers a bit. “I hate it…”

“So much lace from the top of your bed to the edge of your thighs,” I mutter but I immediately bite my tongue because why the hell did I say that out loud? The lace may be pink and creeping up her body like a vine but I should not be paying so much attention…

Betty sighed and ran a hand over her hair. “It’s so girly. I keep saying that but I never do anything about it.”

I shrug and sit down next to her. “Make it womanly then?”

Betty rolls her eyes and shoves me again, making my body move and unbalance. “Nothing about me is womanly…” she looks down and blushes, red spreading along her face and neck. “Sorry Juggie, I’m being awkward…”

Again Betty Cooper has left me with a lump in my throat and I try not to make it so obvious. “Well, your shirt tells me otherwise,” I say, reaching over and brushing my fingers along her collarbone and begging to brush the swell of her breasts.

She forms goosebumps where my fingers were and shudders a bit. “Have you always been good with your words?”

“Are they working?” I ask a little too loudly. “I’m joking, it’s like a coping mechanism – the more I use my mouth, the less people ask of me. It’s like they don’t know what I’m talking about half the time.”

She licks her lips and rolls over on her bed to face me. “I wonder how well you use that mouth, Jug,” she seems to say in a whisper but I think I have turned supersonic because it feels like it is the loudest thing I have ever heard. “But I am more intrigued in wondering what that brain knows.”
Her chest rises and falls and her hands move up to rest on my forearm. The many times that I’ve stared into the blue eyes of Betty Cooper have not seem to have prepared me for how deep a blue  her eyes are or the spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Not the meet ups in the tree house, not the sleepovers at Archie’s that she would crash, not the years we’ve spent in the same class had prepared me. Nothing prepared me and I appreciate not being prepared because she seems that much more… sexy?

“My mind?” I try and say steadily. “Well, my mind tells me that you’ve moved on from the Romeo that is Archie.”

Her gentle hands seem so heavy as they move down my body, edging the end of my shirt and then long fingers touching my skin along my hips and onto my torso. “I want to be brave, Juggie.”

I turn to her too now, gripping my lip with my teeth, trying not to shake or feel too much of her hands on my skin. My lips and teeth can feel the heat of her mouth. Shit, if this is what gets me riled, then so be it. Connecting of the minds first has definitely played it’s role in my longing for Betty. As much as I wished I still thought of Betty as my friend, the wishes were being pushed out to the side, punched and mauled by what I am starting to detect is… love?

We stared. She smiled. Her lips brushed mine. Her hands grew bolder, they moved up and down me, her chest pushed against mine. She opened her mouth and took my lip from my own teeth and in between hers.

“Looks like you’re the brave one, Bets.”

My hands snake up under the lace, my teeth are on her neck and the smell of vanilla is so strong, my nose burns. She arches her back to get closer and I use that mouth she had just questioned to show her what it can do.

Sweet Like Caramel pt. 1- Delitoonz

Part 2

by Faith (just-delitoonz-things)

Jonathan had only worked at the coffee shop for a month before he decided that this was the best job in the entire world. For one thing, he got coffee 50% off, which for a guy living on his own in New York, paycheck to paycheck, was life changing. For another, he got to make coffee for cute guys, specifically one cute guy who had come in every morning since Jonathan had started working there. His name was Luke, and that’s pretty much all Jonathan knew about him except for the fact that he always came in at 6:30 sharp looking like he hated the world and everything in it. Jonathan hoped that the extra caramel he always put on his large caramel macchiatos made Luke’s mornings a little better.

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