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[averagefungus]

I read this as “dude this game sucks” and thought, “Well yeah, most do, but you can still see the artistry and effort put into all of them”.

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MONDAY, JULY 1, 2013

I’m so fucking pissed right now I could scream! But we knew things would go wrong sooner or later. Well, it’s actually not that they’re going wrong so much is that they’re being delayed. Now we can’t get out of here till tomorrow or Wednesday, cuz the loan people need the signed and notarized papers before they can transfer the money. They’ll be sending us a check for any days not spent in the park this month, which is good, but what’s not good is that it just adds more waiting time for us. Just like with Maricopa, I wonder if something up there is trying to stop us, and if so, why? To protect us from something bad, or to keep us from something good?

Well, we’re guaranteed to be out of here by Wednesday at the latest cuz that’s the max date on the paperwork. It’d cost them a helluva lot of money if it went beyond the 3rd, not to mention that Tom and I would be suing them silly if they kept adding all these little delays. Tom was smart enough to tell Jesse we’d be out by the 5th, giving us that extra cushion we did need after all.

It’s still a bummer, not just because we’ve been anxious to get into our new home, but because we now have to move after Tom’s worked all day (though he’ll probably be able to get off early), and I have to battle with my schedule even longer. I’m glad we won’t lose any money over this and that at worst it’s just another hassle and inconvenience sent from above to annoy the shit out of us for daring to upgrade to better living quarters. The living quarters it never thought we deserved no matter how hard we work or how bad life shits on us.

I was telling Andy how quiet it’s been here, which is typical of right before we leave a place for some reason, and how we haven’t even heard the Harley, but sure enough, the Jes pest is back at the hammering again this morning. Fortunately, we can’t hear it indoors because we’ve got the cooler and fans blaring due to the heat.

If history repeats itself and whoever we end up next to is quiet, within a year they’ll either get noisy or they’ll move and noisy neighbors will replace them. I’m just glad that they can’t be noisy in a mainstream kind of way! I know I’m not going to have to listen to 12 hours of barking, 5-hour basketball games with kids screaming just outside our windows, and loud car stereos coming and going, and of course the rowdy barbecue parties, too. But I still expect some distractions in the way of car doors slamming, mutts barking by when they’re being walked, landscaping, etc. Hopefully nothing too distracting. Remember, I do work at home. I just hope I can sleep there! That’s the most important thing. So I’m still nervous and excited at the same time, but for today I’m pissed and impatient.

Later…

Since we’re not going anywhere today, we decided to get out and enjoy a little retail therapy and fast food. I tried their bourbon bacon burger at Carl’s Jr. and it was ok. A little tangy, but ok.

We browsed through a dollar store nearby where I got rose-scented air freshener. Rose isn’t my favorite scent but it’s something different that I haven’t had in a while so I grabbed a bottle. We also got a couple of small scented soap dispensers for the bathrooms in the new house if we can ever get into it.

As always, I tried on perfume testers both at the dollar store and CVS where we went next. There I got new soft pink slippers and a pink cap with silvery sequins. I’m not big on hats, but since I’ll be out more often I thought it would be nice to have and it really is pretty, too. I saw these caps a couple of years ago and liked them then but was too broke to get one at the time.

But now we still have over $8K in all our accounts and a home we can’t get into yet even though the down payment was a little more than expected at $11K. Even so, we’ve been looking to get a second vehicle and checked out various options online. You can even get an old U-Haul for just 2-3 grand. But we were thinking more along the lines of the 1997 Mercedes Benz we saw for $4K. We don’t want anything appealing to thieves, though one that old shouldn’t be. I don’t know for sure that that’s what we’ll get.

Being the nail polish addict that I am, I got a few new shades in bright reddish-orange, mint green, and sparkly pink. Lastly, I got one of those spinners with a clear crystal and a pink crystal that you hang outside.

TUESDAY, JULY 2, 2013 Getting more convinced that something up there is doing all it can possibly do to delay the move. Now we’re supposedly not moving till tomorrow, but I’ll believe it when I see it. I’m waiting till the end of the day to shower in case we run out of propane. I wouldn’t want to deal with the horrible stench alone cuz then Tom couldn’t simply run out and grab a 5-gallon tank’s worth. It better not come to that! Then we’d be losing money to this shit. Why must people be so damn incompetent?! Why can’t they just do their fucking jobs?! They’re paying us for every lost day in the park, but what happens if we exceed the 5th, which is the day we put in writing for Jesse that we’d be out of here by?

And why was the Arizona Supreme Court in my blog yesterday? Should I be worried? I guess I’m not as worried as I would be if the pigs were in it, but then again I refuse to worry either way. I don’t live in Arizona and I haven’t done anything wrong. My Estrella Jail bio entry, which has been there for years, has been hit a lot lately in various states and even some other countries which I figured was due to the Jodi Arias trial making headlines so often. We have the same name, we spell it the same way, and we were in the same jail.

But the Supreme Court? Was it just a bored or curious employee? I don’t see how it could be anyone gearing up to make trouble for me cuz wouldn’t it be civil or criminal court and not the Supreme Court? It was just a little strange because I worry about God sending someone to fuck with us and turn our lives in our new home into a living nightmare like He did in Maricopa, but I’m not too worried about it. I’m too smart to let the law railroad me, and unless they literally kicked their way in, dragged me into jail, and held me there, no one’s getting me into any kind of court no matter how many warrants or subpoenas may be out there. From what I can tell, though, there are no warrants out for my arrest or anything like that.

I still wonder out of curiosity, though; how did they get to my blog and what were they looking for? It was the only entry they accessed and no time registered on the counter.

Ugh, damn my perps for making me so paranoid!

WEDNESDAY, JULY 3, 2013 Didn’t write yesterday cuz I was just too stressed out and couldn’t focus much on anything. I didn’t even do much proofreading. Instead, I ended up watching a total of 3 movies on YouTube. If the resolution is low enough, even those of us out in the country can stream them.

I stressed up such an appetite that after Tom grabbed some KFC at the end of the day, I ended up eating 4 pieces of chicken (legs), a side of mac-n-cheese, a biscuit and a cookie.

If we don’t get the keys to our new home today we just may go from comfortable to rich cuz we’ll sue the shit out of this loan company if we have to. We double-checked and the BBB lists them as top-notch, so we’ll see. We may not be able to move till tomorrow if we get the keys too late to get a truck today, but the 3rd is what’s on the paperwork everyone signed, so we’ll see. We don’t see why they’d want to cost themselves more money and back out at this point, but if they do they have to pay us back every dime we spent and I am NOT starting the process all over again! If it turns out that this is where we’re meant to spend our lives, so be it. We’ve lived like bums in other people’s dives for nearly a decade now, so it’s nothing new.

I knew it, though. I knew the bastard above would do everything He could to stall and delay the move; I just didn’t know it’d be this late in the process. I don’t understand why anything up there would not want us to have a decent home to live in. We’re not murderers. We got the place honestly. So what is its problem??? Why is it so important to whatever’s trying to hold us back that we live so poorly?

Yesterday I feared history was trying to repeat itself. It just got a little too Maricopa-like with the delays and then the fear of someone coming to turn our lives in our new home into a living nightmare once we finally got there just like 14 years ago. But there’s no way this is going to take 4 months because this is a totally different situation. We’re not waiting on land permits and dealing with wells, septics and utilities. Also, we haven’t had any black people close enough to us to play the race card and make us victims of reverse discrimination in any way, so I guess the worst that could happen is that the loaners call it off and we continue to live in this undersized dump. But nothing up there hates us that much, right? Right? Well, we should know in just a matter of hours.

Later…

I am so fucking pissed and right now I really, REALLY hate holidays, weekends, lenders, realtors, and most of all – God. The same old God who could’ve seen to it that things ran smoothly for us yet chooses to sit back and let all kinds of delays keep us trapped here and out of the new home we so richly deserve. Funny thing too, cuz a friend of mine said she prayed for things to continue to go as planned and on schedule. Well, once again it just goes to prove there either is no God, or He has it in for some of us. That’s ok, though, we’ll eventually beat the bastard at His own game. Still, I cringe when someone says they’ve prayed for me cuz I know that chances are that will only make things worse for me. If my theory is correct, then the mere mention of my name is only going to get Him going even more (in a bad way).

I’m not good with explaining the process of buying homes and knowing what words and terms to use when it comes to money, financing, interest rates and lenders. I just don’t get that stuff like Tom does. So even though what he says makes sense when he’s explaining it to me, afterward I’m like, what the fuck was that all about? What did he say about this, this and that? My territory is basically writing and languages, not numbers and money.

But to try to explain what’s going on as best as I can, although they screwed up by putting the 3rd on the paperwork, the 3 days they legally have by law from when our money was sent and we signed the escrow papers, didn’t start the day the papers were actually signed. What this means is that they have until Friday (since tomorrow’s a fucking holiday) to wire the funds to the park and escrow people. Even worse is that we’re not sure we can get the keys the same day, and since the next day is the weekend, we could very well be looking at being stuck here until Monday. Then who knows what further delays there could be? I just know that I won’t believe we’re getting out of here till we actually receive the damn keys. Right now I can’t trust or believe a damn thing anyone tells us. If they don’t pay up by Friday, then we legally have a claim against them and can begin filing suit. I’ve always wanted to sue someone, almost as much as I’ve wanted to win the lottery. The problem is I don’t want to go through the hell I’d have to go through in order to have a case in the first place.

“We were given up on by the system and left for dead,” Tom reminded me, referring to the fall of 2011, “but we fought back, beat the system, and we WILL get this house no matter how frustrating the delays may be.”

Damn right we will! I won’t hesitate to sue if need be. I swore I’d never let what happened in Arizona scare me out of doing what’s right. If you fuck with me, believe me when I say I’ll have you beating your head in the wall so damn fast, muttering, “Why the hell did I bother with her?” I won’t care what your color is, what your job is, or how much money you have either.

I won’t know until Thursday night or when I awake on Friday morning if we’re getting the keys that day. Yeah, they’re back. The worthless dream premonitions are back. I figured they would be sooner or later. Again, we may have dry patches, but we don’t dry up altogether. The reason I call them worthless is that that’s exactly what they are. Whether I have a dream about something destined to come true a week in advance or a day in advance, it doesn’t change whatever’s fated to be. I don’t remember the details of last night’s dreams; just talk of delays. I didn’t want to write about it at first, thinking maybe if I wrote about it I’d really jinx it into happening, though deep down I knew better. Still, I kept hoping all day I’d be wrong, though I did email Tom and let him know what the “dream people” said. I knew, though, that we wouldn’t get the keys today. I just didn’t “feel” them, if that makes any sense. I try to ask myself if I can see myself doing/receiving a certain thing and I find that I can usually go by that. Well, I just couldn’t see us getting the keys and I didn’t feel us moving today at all.

I was reading a book about a psychic like me who spoke of learning to tell which dreams were just dreams and which ones meant something, and she described them as being those that stick with her that usually have meaning of some kind, and I swear I myself could’ve written that book.

I also saw a movie based on actual events about a psychic who has visions of murder and later went to work for the PD. So she’s a different kind of a psychic than I am, but we all learn things about our abilities over time. Our strengths, weaknesses, limits and more. Most of my dream premonitions are usually negative things, and they usually happen within 72 hours of the dreams, some as little as 12 or less. Every now and then I’ll have dreams that I don’t know are actual signs as to what’s going to happen in the future, but those are usually the positive things.

Anyway, while things could be much, much worse, all these delays really suck shit. Not just for obvious reasons – big reasons – but the little things as well. Now I have to battle my schedule even longer, which is getting increasingly harder to control. I’m also falling out of shape because boxes are stacked around my treadmill and there’s no room to use it, so I try to do some floor exercises with what little space I can find.

I just hope I’m not going to end up regretting this whole ordeal. I know we deserve it and have earned it, but something up there obviously thinks otherwise. Something with a helluva lot more power and control than we’ve got. Still, I hope I don’t regret it. I don’t like it but I’ve lived in tiny dumps for nearly a decade now. It’s nothing new. If we don’t end up getting this house for some reason, this is where we’re staying for the rest of our lives. At that point, unless Jesse evicts us, I’m not going anywhere.

They’re going to reimburse us for days not spent in the house, and this shit hasn’t cost us money yet, but it very well could end up doing just that. If this keeps dragging on we’ll need more propane, and sooner or later, Jesse’s going to ask for money.

THURSDAY, JULY 4, 2013 Today sure is a helluva lot better than yesterday was! I’m not as pissed at whatever’s up there, but I still worry it’s going to mess with us at the new place. That’s ok, though. I’d rather things go wrong there than here, and “there” is exactly where we’re going tomorrow!

When Tom didn’t get a reply from Brenda yesterday evening when he emailed her asking about the keys, we figured she’d already taken off for the holiday. Turns out she replied right after he crashed, which was early as usual. She said we’d get the keys on Friday as soon as the wire transfer went through! So this is our last day here! It BETTER be anyway, cuz if there are any more delays I swear we’ll sue!

It gets better. When Tom was going through the kitchen drawer he found one of the gas gift cards from the camping prize pack I won a while back. He figured there were just a few cents on it but when he checked online he found it had $100! So once we get to the new place we get about a month of free gas! I hadn’t even been up for an hour and already the day was going great! I updated my closest buddies, of course, like Andy and Nane.

Yesterday I was so bummed out to think we might not get out of here till next week and I even said to Tom, “I should’ve known whatever’s up there was just out to scare us a couple of years ago and that it wouldn’t really drive us to our deaths. Like we could ever lose a place we didn’t want to be in?”

Then when I woke up tired at 7am this morning, it sucked to know I had to get up early for at least 4 more days. But tomorrow I can sleep in cuz it may not be till 5pm when he gets here with the truck and keys. There are 3 places he can go in case the first one doesn’t have a truck available. He thinks it will take 2 hours to load and 2 to unload. I think it’ll take 3 to load and 2 to unload.

I can’t wait to have so much space and two bathrooms! I can’t wait to have a fast Internet connection, too! Nothing good comes easy to us and we may always have to fight for things, but we do get them in the end. Most of them anyway.

I can’t wait to be able to go back to work. Gonna get back into sweeping, work the Turk, and get on with my writing. I know I could’ve done my writing anywhere, even here with a shitty connection, but it was just too hard to focus on anything but getting out of here.

Now it’s time to get on with our lives and on to new worries for me, like will I be able to sleep ok there? Will it be as peaceful as I hope it is during the daytime? I’m still nervous as I am excited. It’s going to take time getting used to being surrounded by so many people after years of being isolated in the woods.

Tom just came in to say that instead of getting the connection that’s 30 times faster, the one we’re getting (at least for the first few months when it’s cheapest) is 80 times faster. OMG! Don’t know what time this shit connection’s going to be shut down tomorrow, but if it’s earlier, and if I don’t get a chance to check in from the new place, I’ll do so as soon as I can.

It’s so cool to finally have a date and know that tonight will be the last time we sleep here. Tomorrow will be the last time I shower here. That is as long as the propane doesn’t run out. We haven’t heard the tank fire up in days now which probably means it’s on its way out.

I’ll probably be too excited to sleep that late, so as soon as I can I’ll jump up and do the last-minute preparations. I can’t wait!

Meanwhile, I’ll just read, listen to music, and enjoy the last of the groceries we picked up this morning.

Later…

Although I would never want to be the guy’s friend again any more than Kevin’s “Nervous” if he were still alive, I tried looking up Fran P, a crazy guy I knew back in Springfield. I just get curious at times as to who’s doing what and where. But it was like the guy didn’t exist. Because he was crazy, crazy enough to throw a glass bottle at a cruiser as he told me he once did, I figured there was a possibility he could be in prison.

Maybe even for rape. During the brief time Andy lived with me in my Springfield apartment back in the early 90s, he was out somewhere when Fran started getting a little too close for comfort. Suddenly Andy came in from wherever he’d been and I found myself feeling a sense of relief I’d never before felt with Fran even though I’d been alone with him enough times in the past. Who knows how far he’d have gone if Andy hadn’t come in when he did, though I probably could’ve fought the crazy fuck off.

Oh, the people I would be quick to be friends with back then. It seems like I’d be anyone’s friend. I had zero discrimination. But eventually, people taught me just how phony and cruel they can be and I became picky about who I’d associate with. Had I met Fran and Nervous in my late 20s, there’s no way in hell I’d bother with them.

Anyway, tomorrow’s the day Fran died back in 2011, though I don’t know why. He was 48, just a year older than me. I don’t miss him and I don’t feel bad that he died relatively young, but I definitely settled my curiosity.

FRIDAY, JULY 5, 2013 Today’s the day! Or is it? Well, I didn’t have any bad dreams last night, but I don’t like that it’s already after 3pm in the east and nobody’s heard a thing yet. I’m sick of these people taking a leisurely pace at our expense! I swear that if that money isn’t wired today and those keys aren’t in our hands today we’ll be filing lawsuits like crazy, and I mean like crazy!

If I believed in prayer I’d be down on my knees now, but I know that whatever’s meant to be will be. Just knowing there’s a God up there, or whatever you want to call it, that doesn’t want us to have a home in the first place, is a bit unnerving. I try to tell myself it wouldn’t be this mean to us, but I know better. My childhood alone taught me all about God’s hate or at least His general lack of concern for my well-being.

Meanwhile, I’m so damn nervous and excited! I hope this is it – I really do – but people taught me as much as God has and that’s that you can’t always believe a damn thing they say till you see them put their actions where their mouths are.

The Jes pest’s antsy buzzing around on the ATV is making me a bit nervous too, even though he said he was in no hurry when he came down at 10:00 wanting an update. It’s amazing I don’t have the runs!

Later…

The 5th is coming to an end and we’re still living like bums in someone else’s trashy old trailer. Yeah, I fucking want to kill this loan company about as much as I hate the hell out of God! Every time He lets life and the people in it shit on me to such extreme degrees I think it’s not possible to hate the bastard even more than I already do for allowing us to possibly be out 1 house and possibly over $11K, too. It’s the fucking extremes that keep happening to us.

Everyone keeps telling us they’re “keeping on top of things” and even Tom insists we’ll either get the house or our money back, that these things happen, and that they’re not scammers. They’ve actually been in business for decades and have great ratings. Oh, I don’t doubt they’re competent enough with other people, but as soon as the bastard above sees that it’s Tom and Jodi daring to reach for their dream home, He must, must, must make sure they fuck with us. This is NOT normal. So many people keep telling me these hassles, delays and headaches are “normal” when buying a house, but Andy had no problem getting into his condo and I honestly can’t think of anyone who’s ever gone through this. Trust me, this only happens to us.

I should’ve known better than to bother trying. After losing two places in two states I knew damn well we weren’t meant to ever own again, but I thought we could defy fate and get our way in the end. Wrong. When have I ever been “allowed” to have a dream come true? While I eventually lost interest in my old dreams, they still never had a fighting chance of becoming a reality while they were what I wanted. So why did I think this did? Because it’s a material thing? Well, all that better materialize, if the house doesn’t, is our money back! Oh, but God not only loves to have me fucked over, folks, He also loves to protect my perps. And Tom’s too, as long as he’s married to me. Even though we have signed documents in hand, I’m sure God will find a way for them to win and keep our money if we really don’t get the house next week. And why should I think we will? First it was last week, then today, now it’s Monday or Tuesday, and as far as I’m concerned it’s all bullshit without ever having those keys in our hand.

I’m thankful that Jesse has been such a good sport about this and very understanding. As annoying as he can be, I gotta give him that much credit. The question is whether or not he’s got someone lined up to take this place. If he does then we’ll have to find another rental, cuz if we don’t get the house (and I have no reason to believe we will) I sure as hell won’t ever try to own anything again. I’m not going to struggle for something that simply isn’t meant to be. If we can be “punished” like this just for trying to get into a house, I truly hate to think of what it would have been like for us had we actually gotten it. I’m getting to where I don’t want the fucking house. I don’t want to do business with such incompetent people, God-influenced or not.

The question is where do we go if my worst fears come true? We both agree that if we have to remain in the mainstream, we’ll stick with rural areas. We’ll probably either have to stay here or get another similar dump because renting anything bigger or nicer would be around $1500 a month and I don’t want to spend that much. This state, which we never should’ve moved to, is outrageously expensive. If we can get our money back, another option is to just leave Cali altogether but we don’t want him throwing away such a good job. He makes money most people can only dream of and I’m amazed God even let us have that much in life.

I’m just totally pissed off and a little depressed right now. I could kick myself for trying to see if the grass is greener on the other side. Obviously, it’s not and obviously, this is where we’re meant to be. Hell, we couldn’t even lose the place when our lovely government gave up on us. Maybe I should’ve just been more appreciative of what we do have than what we could have. Yeah, the Internet sucks shit. It’s slow and unreliable. But it’s the Internet nonetheless. Some people don’t even have that much in life. And yeah, Jesse’s a pest at times. But he’s still a sufficient enough landlord, we know the guy, and he knows us. And yeah, the place is small and old. But it’s better than being homeless. So here we’ll stay and after work on Monday, after what will no doubt be another round of false promises (this time it was about being short-staffed cuz of the holiday), Tom will file suit and hope to hell we can get the money back. It was too late in the day on a Friday for any kind of claims to be made today.

It’s gonna be a long, depressing weekend trying to wrap my head around the fact that this was all one big joke on us, but I will bring myself to unpack next week, clean the place up, and life will go on. It really will! Even if that means we’ve been put out big time and have to now deal with calling the propane people out and ugh! I don’t even want to think about it right now. I just want to take the weekend off from thinking about hopeless dreams, God’s hate for us that I can’t even begin to fathom, and the whole damn thing. There is still a lot of good to renting and it won’t kill us to keep on doing it. Even the poor rats were put out by my daring to dream cuz I put them in a smaller cage. But they were only supposed to be cramped in there for a day or two. Tomorrow I’ll set back up the bigger cage for them.

Some people are allowed to get their dream home and my sister’s one of them. She showed me pics of her place. It’s very rustic but stylish looking. That big old dog of hers looks a bit scary, though!

SATURDAY, JULY 6, 2013 When dreams turn into nightmares, one usually needs a backup plan. Throughout the night I thought of what we should do if we don’t get into the house, and at this point, I’m not sure I really even want the house anymore. Their lies and false promises have taken a lot of the excitement out of the whole thing, and as I said before, if we’re getting hell for just trying to get into it, I’d hate to think of how viciously we could be beaten over the head with the place if we actually do get it. Besides, the damn living room alone is as big as this entire trailer and I’d have to live 100 more years to find stuff to fill it with. It’s something like 25x20.

Everyone else is pretty sure it’s just the holidays that have fucked things up and that we’ll still get the keys next week so they can make the money off of us they want to make, but as Tom pointed out when trying to cheer me up, we intend to take advantage of them, in a sense, by paying the loan off real fast. The longer you take to pay off a loan, the more interest you have to pay. A lot of people don’t realize this and the loan companies count on that.

Eileen said she was once in the mortgage business and that these delays happen all the time. I had thought it was just us something was picking on because I’ve never heard similar stories of such headaches and hassles. Well, we’ll find out next week if they’re for real or not.

But what do we do if they’re not? This is what I pondered well into the night last night. I don’t want to stay here even if the Jes pest doesn’t have anyone lined up to take the place. It’s too old, smelly and small, and I can’t stand the shitty Internet connection and the bleach the pest is obsessed with flooding the tanks with every other week or so.

Experience has taught me that we’ll always hear our neighbors whether they’re just beyond the window or the wall. Car doors make up for cabinets and interior doors you hear in attached dwellings. Car stereos make up for house stereos/TVs. Voices replace barking. So since we’re going to hear them whether they’re a wall away or a window away, why not go for a newer, bigger apartment or duplex with an extra room and extra bath? IDK, maybe something’s trying to tell us that renting is economically smarter and safer. We should be able to get something nice enough with pools, fitness rooms and fast interest for around what we pay for this dump. Just something to think about if we’re not meant to be owners.

Later…

Once it cools down a bit more I’m going to go outside and do some running. I’ve been too inactive other than when I’ve been out running errands or packing this place up. There are too many boxes around the treadmill and nowhere to move them to, so I’ll just go outside. I’ll wait another hour when the sun’s almost down but there’s still enough light to see where I’m going in these woods.

This being teased with the house is really pissing me off. It’s putting so many things on hold. We’d just run out of body wash and I figured the timing was perfect cuz we could get new body wash at the new place, but then we had to get our hopes up again for nothing and had to run out and get more. So that’ll be one more thing we’ll have to pack and move. Also, there are things packed away that I didn’t want to have to do without this long and I don’t know where the hell they are. It’s just really fucking frustrating. :(

I slept till 10:30 this morning. Why battle with schedules if there may be no house to move into? Even Tom’s screwing up his schedule. He’s taking a seriously long nap today, but it’s a much-needed and deserved nap.

If we don’t get this house we’ll be here another month or two while we search for an apartment, but at least those are plentiful and pretty easy to get into. Hey, second-best or worst is always easy to get. But it would be a luxury apartment or close to it just like the house would’ve been. Others still think we’re going to get the keys next week, but they’ve let us down too many times for me to buy anything they say.

SUNDAY, JULY 7, 2013 Supposedly we’re on for getting the keys tomorrow and moving on Tuesday, but I’ll believe it when I see it. These aren’t friends or people I’ve known for years with nothing to gain by lying to me. These are complete strangers. High-rated business or not, I don’t simply take the word of people I don’t know. Especially when they’ve fallen back on their word 3 times already.

Tammy left a VM with encouraging words, saying we will get the house. I hope so, but if we’re still meant to be renters, we won’t be staying here. That much I do know.

They really piss me the fuck off cuz we’ve been seriously inconvenienced by their incompetence yet no one seems to give a shit as long as they’re not affected by it. I just don’t understand why so many people are so damn dumb and can’t simply do their jobs. Holidays or not, lack of workers or not, people are so damn dumb that I’m almost ashamed and embarrassed for them. Do most people’s brains just not fully develop or something? Typical or not I still feel like something up there is determined to make things hard for us at times. All they had to do was just wire the fucking money and give us the keys. That’s all they had to do. How hard is that compared to Tom building computers and writing programs, Tammy gardening and running a business, and me learning other languages and writing books?!

So is Maliheh now contacting me on Ask? I wonder. They referred to me as “boss.” Well, no one’s ever called me that before and the only one I called boss, due to her bossy attitude, was her. Then my sweet but annoying Serbian friend gave me a thumbs-up icon when I PM’d her to ask if she’d sent me anything anonymously, only to turn around afterward and say sorry she couldn’t get back to me right away, but no, she hasn’t.

Oh well. Whoever it is obviously doesn’t want me knowing who they are, though it’s not like they’ve said anything bad. They’re probably just a random follower of one of my blogs cuz they seem to know enough about what’s going on in my life.

There are definitely other Kathy and Adam haters out there cuz they gave me Adam’s FB link, saying he likes to message young girls, etc. I believe that account, which I discovered by accident, was created to keep tabs on me and I’ve already blocked it. Then I get “Please leave my husband alone,” from Kathy herself. Sure thing. I can ignore those who ignore me.

Anyway, who’s doing what online isn’t important. Interesting and curious maybe, but not important. All that’s important right now is that we get the hell into our fucking house or get our money back! I just want to get on with our lives and stop repeating those “lasts.” We weren’t supposed to ever again do laundry here or vacuum or change the rats’ cage. I’m also not supposed to be worrying about the Jes pest waking me up again either, but with my shit luck he’ll be down tomorrow morning, and I’ll have to once again explain to him that we do have his number and that we’ll call him as soon as we learn anything. Talking to most adults is like talking to little kids, I swear!

Later…

So I saw the Jodi Arias movie and wow. She was a true, honest-to-God stalker with the way she followed Travis and took his picture and all that. That was definitely REAL stalking. But even though Travis certainly didn’t deserve what he got, he sure was a real shit with the way he led her on and played with her head so cruelly. Saying they were in a relationship, then referring to it as their “friendship,” then her as a 3-hole wonder. His “dirty little secret.” He deserved at least the beating she gave him.

While I’m sure they threw things in for “entertainment purposes,” I like that they at least had the guts to expose Travis for the gamer that he was. Had it been me it would have been all about me and how horrible only I was. Travis would’ve been portrayed as a saint and a hero. That’s how it was in my case, even though my case was totally different and no one came remotely close to even slapping anyone let alone being killed. But still it was all about me. Me, me, me. Never once did anyone question the “victim’s” credibility.

So it was nice that they showed both sides for once instead of making it seem like the victim was this total perfect saint who never did a damn thing to provoke anyone. I think that sure, there are plenty of totally innocent victims out there. But sometimes people give others a reason (not that they’re responsible for other people’s actions), to treat them less than kindly. Keep teasing or harassing the tiger and it’s eventually going to pounce. Well, we were tormented by our neighbors way back when and we eventually pounced with city complaints and words in journal excerpts. However, I had no way of knowing at the time that they were friends with a pig who would type a threatening letter to add to the “evidence” after getting my prints on it during our little interrogation party.

But Jodi definitely wasn’t set up for anything or retaliated against in any way. She should’ve just dumped the guy, though I can see her kicking his ass a bit first. Maybe it would’ve made Travis think twice the next time he messed with some girl’s head. If anything, though, this may make more guys think – play with your girl’s head and you just might be taken out for it.

If things really played out like in the movie, though I’m not sure it was really premeditated murder. I think she initially went over to his house to try to win him back, but the text message from the other girl is what set her off in the end, turning it into a crime of passion. To me, it was still 1st-degree murder since she knew what she was doing and all that, and I’m ok with her receiving the death penalty, not that I think she’ll get it.

The funny-mean part was where she sent a naked pic of him with “Like what you see?” to his boss. That was definitely going way overboard and nothing I would ever do, but still kinda funny.

MONDAY, JULY 8, 2013 Another day of wondering if we’re going to get the keys to this house we just can’t seem to get into. I am getting so, so sick of being teased with the damn thing. If we’re not meant to have it, I’d really like to know now so we can get our money back and move on. We’ll just remain renters if that’s the case.

Since it hasn’t happened yet I’ll just assume that the answer to my question is “no,” and just deal with it. Guess that’s all I really can do. By Wednesday we’ll know if we’re getting a house or an apartment.

Again I wonder if something up there is involved, and if it is, why is it doing all it can to delay the move? To keep us from something good, or perhaps from something bad?

Tammy shared more pics of her place, both inside and out, and there was even a shot of a shelf with pics set up which there was one I sent her from my late 20s. Wow, was I really that skinny?! Her bathroom comes the closest to my type of colors and styles. We even use the same deodorant, LOL. They even have a boat, though I don’t know what kind or where they take it. The land is absolutely beautiful. She hates the city too, and if there weren’t such a thing as adult communities I wouldn’t be going to one. Or trying to anyway. If we continue renting we’ll stay in rural areas.

Yesterday I got up at 8am, but today I couldn’t pull myself out of bed till 10am, and I’m still kind of tired. Getting up at a decent hour tomorrow is gonna be hell, but it’d be worth it if we had a home to go to. Not gonna count on it, though. I’m tired of getting my hopes up for nothing. Every time I think this is it, it’s not, so I’m not gonna believe a damn thing till I see it.

Kim’s fucking around with me again on Ask. It could be Kathy or someone connected to Molly, but more likely it’s Kim because of the nasty death wishes they had for Aly. Only someone with a ton of rage could say that and we both know Kim is a very angry person, not that we feel a damn bit sorry for her. When you bullshit people they’re going to dump you sooner or later. So if you can’t handle that, then you should’ve thought of that BEFORE you used those you called friends – those that were always good to you – and then lied to them like crazy. Her losing us (and others) is her own fault and her own doing and I have no sympathy for her. If she doesn’t learn how to move on and create friendships based on honesty, that rage is going to consume her to the point where she will either end up funny-farmed or in jail, and she will have no one to blame but herself.

Later…

I am so fucking furious right now it isn’t funny! Last night I had a couple of dreams where Tom and I spoke of other rentals. I didn’t think much of them because one seemed to be in Florida and the other was in Nevada. I should’ve figured they meant something, though, since their latest excuse is that the paperwork was wrong. They screwed up the house’s dimensions and Tom had to sign and return a form they sent him. “You gotta be kidding,” I said. “All this over the fucking dimensions? Who gives a shit whether it’s 62’ long or 58’ long! It’s big! Plenty big for us.”

Tom then emailed Kathy (I’m really getting to hate people with that name) and said we NEED a closing date because this is costing us money. And it is! We have been so, so inconvenienced by this shit and I’m pretty sure we’ll be forced to spend more on propane soon enough, too. Kathy replied saying it’s “guaranteed” to close tomorrow, but I know it’s bullshit and that there’ll be something else. I’m already sure I don’t want this house anymore any way. There’s no trust there anymore and the last thing I want to do is any more business with these incompetent liars. I don’t know who’s doing this to us or why, but it’s probably no one we know personally. I don’t see how it could be. I’m sure it’s just God using them as pawns to fuck us out of yet another dream because He’s obsessed with us remaining renters and in the mainstream where He can put the shittiest, rudest, noisiest neighbors next to us. It’s almost like Maricopa all over again with the fucking lies and delays! Also, I’ve had enough experience to know things wouldn’t change if we suddenly were in the house right now. Instead, something else would just fuck with us if the lenders themselves didn’t come up with some new load of bullshit to hit us with.

Meanwhile, we’re giving them one more day to build a case against themselves with more lies, delays, bullshit and whatever, then Wednesday we’ll be contacting a lawyer for damn sure. All I want is our money back. I do NOT want this house anymore. They have destroyed my dream and taken any excitement and fun that may’ve been left. The problem is God not only loves to see to it that we’re denied our dreams, He loves to protect our perps, too. So I worry that no matter how many lies and false promises we have documented we won’t get our money back. Still, we’ve got to try.

I looked at rentals and right off the bat, I found a gorgeous condo for rent in Fair Oaks. It’s even nicer than the luxury house we were supposed to get, though Tom doesn’t think so, in many ways and for just $800 it’s fully loaded with a stackable washer/dryer, dishwasher and garbage disposal. There’s also a pool. Yes, I know it will be noisy as hell, but I don’t care anymore. I’m tired of tiny dumps! It will be worth the noise to have a little comfort and space in our lives for a change. It’s a 2-bed, 2-bath that’s about twice as big as this trailer. After living so shabbily for so long I don’t care if little kids go running and screaming overhead, or if college kids blast music below us. That’s what sound machines are for. It’s a ground-level unit actually, so we wouldn’t hear anything below us. Just upstairs and next door, and of course there’d be the weekly outside landscaping, but fine. The place is too modern, spacious and nice to care after living like bums for so long. Tom will be taking Wednesday and Thursday off so we can deal with lawyers and trying to get into this place if it’s still vacant by the time we call them. Because we’re all packed and have a lot of money and good credit, we should be able to move in right away.

I blame myself just as much as I blame these shit lenders who suddenly don’t know what the fuck they’re doing now that they’re dealing with Tom and Jodi, despite their rave reviews. I knew damn well we weren’t meant to own. You don’t lose two places in a row if anything up there wants you owning. Why did I think 9 years of renting would suddenly change that? But it’s OKAY. We’ll just get our money back and rent something decent. There are still far more advantages to renting than owning and the space in the condo is more reasonable for us anyway.

Tom filled Jesse in and let him know I’d be sleeping in. I’ll probably sleep till noon. Then anytime after that (if it hasn’t occurred yet) we’ll find out what the latest line of bullshit is that they come up with. Either way, we’re going to sue or sell!

TUESDAY, JULY 9, 2013 I want to thank those who have given me kind feedback on various sites about my journal. I never thought that what began as sort of a joke and out of curiosity would become what it is today. Nor would I ever have thought my words would inspire and influence so many others.

I was “kicked” awake by the “dream people” about 5 hours before I intended to get up. Those same dream people that are getting kinda famous in a funny kinda way. Based on the time I went to bed (about 3am) and how backed up I am on sleep and what’s normal sleep patterns for me, I should’ve slept till around noon – 2pm. But they were determined to get my ass up at 8:30 and I don’t know why. I know something’s going down, but I don’t know what. I guess all that could happen is they give us the keys to a house I very well may sell after all the shit I’ve already gone through with it before I could even get a chance to live in it, we get a condo, or we contact a lawyer. I mean what else could the wakeup call mean? Oprah’s not going to call me to come and discuss rats on her show.

Going by the lender’s track record, though, I expect another lame excuse because that’s all they’ve given us so far. I hope it's cuz we've got to move tomorrow, something which I couldn't afford to sleep half the day away if we were to do, but I just can't believe anything till and if I see it where this house is concerned.

THURSDAY, JULY 11, 2013 Making my first high-speed connection entry in our new home! It won’t be much of one, though, as I’m so beat and there’s still so much to do. So don’t expect much from me in the next week or two.

It’s great how fast things are when surfing the web after so many years of such a slow, unreliable connection, though I realize that some sites have slow servers, and so our speed doesn’t matter in that case.

While we’re LOVING our new home and all the space, I am both appreciative and pissed at the previous owners. They left a TON of stuff and the place is filthy. Every time I open new closets, drawers or cabinets not yet explored it is with dread due to how much crap I know I may find. Tonight’s regular trash and recyclable pickup, so it’s perfect timing. Yeah, now that we’re back in the city we’ve got to get back in the habit of recycling things. We took in cans and bottles out in the country, but that was about it.

Would love to say more, but gotta vacuum some sections of this seemingly massive house, take my first bath in a million years, then collapse in bed before my feet end up killing me even more if that’s even possible.

FRIDAY, JULY 12, 2013 Looks like Maliheh accessed one of my old messages to her. I wonder why. To get a good laugh?

Even though there’s still TONS of work to do around here, I thought I’d do some writing now before I REALLY get backed up and start forgetting things. It wasn’t always convenient for me to take notes along the way.

Right now the dining area is a sea of boxes and we STILL have PLENTY of room! We can actually both pass by each other in the hallway, whereas the short “hallway” in the trailer could barely fit two people my size in it.

They picked up trash and recyclables today and it was perfect timing since I just filled both with some of the crap they left behind. Then again, they had the recycle bin nearly full. I meant it when I said I was both grateful and annoyed with the people that lived here. We did tell them they could leave whatever they wanted, yes, but we didn’t think they’d leave sooo much stuff, most of which is worthless. Their daughter left a note saying:

Dear New Owners,

Welcome! Hoping you will enjoy living in this lovely park as much as our parents have the last 15 years! We truly did leave a lot of “stuff” for you – hope at least some is useful. Hey, if you ever find a platinum wedding ring and engagement ring, my mom lost hers somewhere in this house some years ago… we certainly would appreciate you giving me a call. Maybe down in a sink trap? Wish we had more time to make this place spotless for you. Please let Brenda know if you have questions and I’ll try to get answers for you from my parents! Two big keys are to doors, small key is mailbox, towels/rags in dryer are for you.

Best! Sherida

Would love to find Audrey’s ring for her, but if it went down the drain it’s long gone by now.

We appreciate the stools so we could have a place to sit right away, as well as the long L-shaped counter. It’s where we initially put our computers. But I don’t at all appreciate how filthy they left the place. The bathrooms weren’t too bad, but the kitchen is caked with dirt, the carpet’s a mess, and there’s dust all over the walls. I took one of their long dust mops they left here and got all the dust and webs from the walls. The ceilings, however, are surprisingly clean and bright.

Gonna be dumping, recycling and Goodwilling a lot of their stuff over the coming weeks. They left a couch, a double bed, 3 adequate but worn barstools, a rocking chair, another chair that’s an old, uncomfortable piece of shit and tons of books. Most of the books aren’t novels but educational and self-help kind of stuff. The couch helps fill up some of the space and is better than nothing till we get our own, but is very uncomfortable. The wooly fabric is itchy and it’s too low and soft.

The double bed also isn’t very comfortable, but we wanted one for the second bedroom.

We’ll probably keep the stools cuz they’re not that bad. I’d like to find cloth covers for them since I don’t really care for vinyl or leather, but I don’t know if I could find any that would fit their shape.

They practically left the kitchen completely stocked. This included flour, sugar, spices and an open bottle of maple syrup put in a cabinet of all places. So I had to dump that, plus some dumpy things the Goodwill wouldn’t take and that weren’t necessarily recyclable like old wicker baskets. There’s tons of stuff, though – pots, pans, silverware, utensils, cups, mugs, glasses, plates, bowls��� almost everything you’d find in any kitchen. Only problem is most of it’s so old. We’ve got our own stuff anyway. They left a lot of towels and linens, too. It got to the point that every time I’d open a closet, drawer or cabinet I hadn’t yet explored, I’d dread the mess I would find. The built-in desk in the laundry room, which will basically be a “community office” of sorts for the wireless laser printer, scanner and things like that, had tons of office supplies. Again, though, it was mostly useless, though I kept a few decent rolls of tape.

They also left a lot of cleaning stuff and hangers.

Rather than make a few super long entries about our new and wonderful house (just wish I could sleep better), I’ll do a bunch of smaller ones.

Moving day was one of the most emotional days of my life. The night before, as I lay my head down one last time in the dumpy little trailer we called “home” for half a decade, I was both excited and a bit nervous. The tears really started coming once we had most of our stuff cleared out as I stood in the tiny 10x10 bedroom that almost became our death chamber. A flood of mixed emotions came over me. I shuddered with the horrible memories that were both sad and scary, thought of how much I learned while we lived there, the wonderful people I got to know, and how angry I was that God put us through (or at least let us go through) so much shit while we lived there that was so damn stressful and even downright scary at times. It doesn’t matter whether or not it was God Himself or a devil He allowed to torment us. God’s just as guilty whether He’s the main player or the enabler.

Above all, I was excited as hell. I basically laughed and cried tears of joy all day. Sometimes I stop, I look around me, and I think Omigod, we’re here. We’re really here! For a while, I didn’t think we’d get out of that damn trailer alive and then I didn’t think we’d get out at all. So many times I stared out those windows, crying, thinking we’d never get out and that that was a forced forever home.

When the loan people kept screwing up and causing delays (along with the God above that never wanted us to have such posh digs) I started to lose interest in this house and thought we’d probably be better off selling it if we did get it, figuring they’d screw us over some more, but they didn’t. They promptly refunded the money they owed us, so that was nice. A part of me wishes we’d done the walls and re-carpeted before moving, but we waited long enough to get in here and didn’t want to add any more delays. I definitely don’t want to move for a long time to come, if ever again. Maybe Florida or some other country won’t be worth it. No one’s pestered us like I thought they might, so that’s nice. It’s also been really hot, so hopefully the peace won’t come to an end with the cooler weather, not that we’ll have much of that till late November, early December. Hot or not, we definitely couldn’t be surrounded by so many houses in the mainstream and have so much peace and quiet. Haven’t heard a single bark yet, though I’ve seen a few little mutts being walked by. I can hear kids playing beyond the park’s perimeters in the carport, but you can’t hear them at all indoors. The only thing I hear are vehicles passing by. There hasn’t been a ton of car door slamming like I thought there might be either from next door, across Radiance Circle, or across Cayes Cove, the side street. Astronaut, the street in back, gets way more traffic than in front.

I just hope this house never holds the kind of terror that trailer held; thinking we would die no matter what we did or didn’t do. Hell, we survived the evil above! The question is, is God going to take this place from us too, after taking two others from us? I wonder about that and worry, but try not to think about it. As long as we’re smart about our money and Tom isn’t laid off and then stuck with either unemployment or minimum wage jobs indefinitely, we should be able to keep the savings built up nicely.

We drove by the storage place we used when we first came to Cali. Had someone tapped me on the shoulder the day I took a nap under the big old oak tree nearby when we were homeless and told me this was where I’d live in 6 years, I’d never have believed it. OMG, I’m getting so emotional again, LOL.

I woke up at 10:00 on moving day. Tom had just returned from bombing the house and picking up the moving truck. The moving truck that could have so easily been a coroner’s van. It took us till around 3:00 to load the thing up. Just before 5:00 we dropped the truck back off in Auburn, picked up the car, went to KFC, grabbed some more stuff from the trailer, and returned for our first night in our new home.

Unfortunately, I didn’t sleep well. We hadn’t yet picked up the blackout shades and I woke up to bright morning sunlight in my eyes. We got them the next day and they’re great cuz they’re so easy to open and close. Also, in the mornings, the street in back gets more traffic than in front and some of the louder vehicles are hard to mask with the sound machine. I’ll need to create white noise with an off-dialed station on the stereo, as that seems to do a better job with louder sounds. Never saw or heard that motorcycle diagonally from us so maybe they were just visiting. It sucks that I’m such a light sleeper! I don’t understand why I can’t just tune things out like some others who can sleep through anything.

The rats took the move well. They were anxious to hop out of their cage and explore their new territory. When I was lying on the living room floor playing with them, I looked up and the cathedral ceiling seemed miles away. I should be able to upload some pics on Facebook over the weekend.

Standing against the back wall of the second bedroom and looking straight down the hall to the front wall of the living room makes it seem sooo far away. We’ve definitely got way more space than we’ll ever need. If the giant hutch wasn’t built-in we could sell it since we’ll never have much to put in its 5 long glass-encased shelves, 5 drawers and 5 cabinets. I suppose some of the dolls and knickknacks could go on the shelves, though.

I remembered some things wrong, so I found when I came here for the second time. I thought the bedroom doors were across from each other and that the laundry room door was further down the hall. I also thought the wall between the sunken tub and toilet went all the way to the ceiling but nope. It calls for a vase of flowers or something, but right now my female supplies are on it, LOL. I like the basket of purple flowers she left on a corner of the tub.

Although I usually prefer showers, I hadn’t taken a bath in years due to the trailer’s tub not having a slanted back to lean against. So last night’s jasmine-scented bubble bath in a tub so big it would make a great kiddy pool was a fun and refreshing change.

SUNDAY, JULY 14, 2013 Again Maliheh was on my visitor list, but not in my blog. At least not the one I can track. Is she taunting me? Reading back for a good laugh? For something to “get” me with? Or could there be some freak chance she may miss me and be reminiscing? Whatever it is, I refuse to let God use anyone as pawns to make our lives miserable here as He did with the same batch of blacks and Hispanics in both Phoenix and Maricopa. This is the third place Tom and I have owned since being together and it will be the first to be unmarred by that kind of drama. Online trolls and threats from trolls’ evil moms, pigs or people pretending to be pigs is one thing, but it is not going to spill out of the virtual world and into the real one.

I’m starting to break records for missing days where I don’t post journal entries. So here’s one saying that I’m overworked and sometimes annoyed with all I have to do, mostly thanks to the previous owners, but loving every second of it. There’s so much more to do than when we moved to Maricopa. Since we were the first ones to live there were no cabinets, drawers and closets to clear out, nor did we need to change any locks.

Wish I’d taken better notes along the way cuz I know I’m not going to remember every little detail I’d love to document and share, but I’ll do my best. I figure that I won’t forget the things that are most important. Well, of the ones I can publicly share, anyway.

Shared some pics on a couple of sites and plan to take more in stages as the house progresses, including shots of around the park itself. The park you’d never know you were in! It looks like any old classy, beautiful neighborhood with on-site homes. I was surprised to see someone with a gay flag. Not something you usually expect with older people. I just hope history doesn’t repeat itself! If it does, these quiet neighbors will turn noisy soon enough or they’ll be replaced with noisy people. At least they can’t be “noisy” in the way they can be in the mainstream. That’s why we came here.

Tom saw the guy next door take off on his bike this morning when he was going out to the store. He said he was clearly older than him. People usually only move from here if they die or need to go into assisted living, so if he can ride a bike, he shouldn’t be going anywhere for a while. Haven’t seen his wife yet.

Slept much better the last two nights (which were almost days given where my schedule’s at now) and I don’t know if it’s because it was the weekend and there was less traffic, I changed sound machines, or I’ve gotten used to it. Tom thinks I’m mostly getting used to it. I hope so cuz that’s the only thing I don’t like is all the traffic. It’s better than people living back there, though. The traffic’s gotten pretty predictable. It’s mostly heavy in the morning but tapers off by noon – the retirees take off to run errands or visit friends and those still working head to work.

We got pleated blackout shades for the bedroom in Sandstone and they really do a great job of blocking light. Would be better with blackout drapes added as well, which I plan to eventually get. Her drapes aren’t ugly, but they’d clash with my rose comforter and things like that. Pink carpet would clash with things too, so I realize, and therefore I’ll probably go with a crème or a beige colored carpet when it comes time to redo that. The walls will be painted and smoothed before the carpet so we don’t have to stress about dripping paint on brand-new carpet. Some of the dark paneling actually looks good. They didn’t paint the beams in the living room’s cathedral ceilings and the contrast is actually nice. I’m not going to paint or resurface the kitchen cabinets and counters; just redo the floor. The floor’s not ugly, but it’s dull and worn. The bathrooms and laundry room floors are in better condition, but still a bit dull and worn. I want to personalize as much as I can to my styles and colors. Luckily for me, Tom doesn’t give a shit what I choose, LOL. That’s more of a woman’s thing anyway.

The boring dark brown carpet isn’t frayed but the padding beneath it is shot.

I’m ok with the 3 different wallpaper designs in the kitchen and bathrooms so I’ll probably leave them as they are.

This woman was weird, though. Not only was she apparently very big on cooking (she’s got almost everything you could find in a kitchen), but there were pieces of dried onions in a wicker basket in a cabinet. I wonder if she put them there to control odors cuz I noticed a strange smell there myself. I don’t care for the smell of onions either, though, so I dumped the green onion bulbs I put in a jar of water. I read that if you cut the bulbs off and soak them in water, you’ll have a whole new batch in 12 days. They really were starting to sprout, but like I said, I didn’t appreciate the smell.

There’s so, so much more to write, but I gotta get back to work tackling the kitchen. As much as all this work is killing my feet, it’s keeping me from eating!

TUESDAY, JULY 16, 2013 For one who usually does two journal entries a day, I guess I really am slacking off. Been so busy but loving it! I was so exhausted from all that’s been going on and that I’ve been doing that I slept for 10 hours, only waking up once to pee. It only took me two days to get used to sleeping here. I no longer wake up so often either, especially during the daytime. Not having to go to sleep wondering if the Jes pest would be down to bug me or not certainly helps when I’m on nights.

Speaking of that pest who lives in the pre-internet days and always outdoors, when Tom went up to get the last few things and do any car maintenance on Saturday that can’t be done here till we get the garage up, he told him we were great renters and all that. LOL, well, we won’t miss his dumpy old trailer and the serious lack of space! We could easily cut about a third of space off from this place and still have plenty of room. There’s no way in hell this thing is 1300 square feet like they were arguing over. It’s noticeably bigger than our Phoenix house, which was about 1200 square feet without the garage. This place is definitely no smaller than 1500 square feet.

Jesse said it’d be a couple of months before he rented the place cuz he’s going to install new flooring and do the painting and roofing he’s been talking about doing for years. He also said Maryann was anxiously asking about the shed and he said he’d make her clean the trailer for it, LOL. She’s got her work cut out for her. We didn’t leave much behind other than the futon and a few odds and ends, but the kitchen and bathroom are dirty and she needs to vacuum unless Jesse re-carpets. He should, too!

Meanwhile, it took me 9 whole hours to clear the crap out of the kitchen that they left behind. Yeah, I was kinda pissed, though I understand it might’ve been too hard for them to do because they were sad. Gene and Audrey didn’t leave because they wanted to; they left because they got too old to live here. Still, their kids should have cleaned up after them or maybe a friend.

Most of the stuff is going to Goodwill, but they did leave a few useful items. I’ll get into them another time. Right now I have to get back to work. Today I’m working our stuff into the kitchen and washing anything that needs washing first. So nice to have a dishwasher again after 9 years!

THURSDAY, JULY 18, 2013 We have loved every fun, hectic, exhausting minute of our first week in our new home! Also, if I don’t finally catch up on everything, I never will! Besides, even though my feet are getting used to all the activity, I could use a break. All the critical stuff is done anyway. Now that I’ve got things in the vicinity of where they’re going to live, it’s just a matter of fine-tuning and arranging them just the way I want them. I still LMAO over the appraiser or whomever it was that was arguing over the size of this place and trying to say this massive cavern of a house is only 1300 square feet. It’s much bigger than the house we had in Phoenix which would mean that house had to have been 1000 square feet or less if this were really 1300 square feet and there’s just no way in hell that could be. Phoenix was about 1200 square feet. It was one of those houses where you weren’t cramped but you didn’t have a lot of extra space either. We could cut a third of space off each room but the second bath and bedroom and still have plenty of space in here. Oh, the floor space I’ll have for bopping around to exercise vids once we get the big TV mounted.

Not sure I’m going to stuff most of the Barbie collection in the hutch because the doors’ wooden frames block some of them from view. You kind of have to have them centered in the doors. Wish I could put my bride doll in there (Summer Dream), but anything over 14” high won’t fit. So small dolls and knickknacks are all that can go in there. I still have the big bookshelf to fill up once I get their books out of the picture. Yes, there will be more to dust here than in the other place because there will be more stuff, but it will be easier cuz I won’t have to climb over so many things in order to dust one object, and there won’t be piles of clutter.

Sometimes I wish those I know, no matter how understanding and imaginative they may be, could really feel the stress and fear we went through for just 5 minutes so that they REALLY get a sense of how hellish it truly was and can REALLY see how relieved we are that it’s over and how we could never take this place for granted. And I’m NOT gonna let God send anyone or any circumstances to take it away from us either!

But I couldn’t do that to those I care about; that’s how horrifying an ordeal it was, not expecting a miracle to save you and not being able to see any way out no matter how much you rack your brains for a solution and really want to be able to continue to live on. Then they would have the memories to live with forever, no matter where they went or what they did. Trust me, no one wants this kind of PTSD! Life changes, but memories don’t. I’m just glad we got to live to see this day happen. No one wants to die. No one. They just want the misery to end. But you know how people are. They wrongly believe that if you kill yourself, you’re a coward, and if you try to kill yourself, you’re just looking for attention.

I’m still sleeping well here and it’s nice to know I no longer have to worry about that. That was one of my biggest concerns upon moving. It’s just so wonderful knowing that if next door does move, the welfare bums, college kids, and the Brady Bunch can’t move in! EVER! With our shit luck, though, they’ll make 55+ parks illegal, calling it discrimination. I hope not cuz I don’t ever want to have to move again! Or at least not for many, many years. Moving is fun, but it’s also a pain.

It was nice not having to wait a week to go online like when we moved from the duplex to the house we rented in Oregon. I wasn’t thrilled to find yet another new round of changes and glitches on Facebook, but it was there.

The amount of stuff they left behind, especially in the kitchen, is like OMG! I’ve already got like 5 boxes and 5 trash bags filled with shit for Goodwill. I said to myself, “Since they left nearly everything a kitchen could possibly have, I’d be surprised if there wasn’t a spice rack in here somewhere.” So I went and checked and sure enough, there was. It was stashed in back of a cabinet. It was old, though. I was originally going to get a spice rack for all my nail polish, but they’re fine in the master bathroom’s medicine cabinet. Everything’s so far away from everything in that room. The toilet’s far from the sink which is far from the tub which is far from the shower…

They left behind some silver, some of which has engravings. There are spoons, cups, candlesticks and more. I haven’t yet explored all of that, the books they left or some of the cabinets. Going through the place has been like going on a scavenger hunt. We just never know what we’re going to find. Anyway, the silver isn’t worth much, according to our research, so we’ll probably just take it to a place that melts silver.

Gonna try to limit entries to about 1000 words so they’re not endlessly long!

FRIDAY, JULY 19, 2013 Nane’s really been into the pics I’ve been posting of the house and even the rats too, LOL.

I didn’t do as much journaling yesterday and still haven’t caught up on my reading, but I’m determined to make myself take it easier today, even though there are still some things piled in the living room. I hate looking at piles of clutter but we’re about 95% moved in now. We’ve basically gone from dealing with what’s critical to fine-tuning. Over the years we’ll slowly get this place how we want it to be. We could do it all right now but don’t want to drain the savings.

We have plenty of things planned for the weekend, like spraying outdoors. The webs and spiders around here are a bit much, especially at this time of year. They’re all over the bushes and railings.

I took some pictures around the outside of the house but didn’t get to the pink flowers by next door's place yet on the left side of the house due to all the creepy webs. Tom still hasn’t had time to spray and I hate the way the damn things stick to me. There are azaleas in front and roses in back (American Beauty?) but I don’t know what the lovely pink flowers on the left are. Love how I can see them from the kitchen window.

Someone was doing loud yard work yesterday morning at the end of the side street but I could barely hear it in here.

Tammy left a message saying she was happy for us, we deserve this, she’s sent a housewarming present, and she and Mark are looking forward to chatting. Me too, and from a phone that doesn’t break up.

Ok, here’s a little more about what they left. They left a hideous old, ugly lamp in the bedroom, but since it’s got a short in it, It’s not Goodwillable. We’ll just dump it.

They also left a semi-hideous wall clock but that was because its hands would get hung up on each other. There were a couple of other wall hangings. I kept the one of cherries. Once the place is fully set up I’ll take more pics, then again after the walls are done, and again once the new carpet is laid down. If you’re not a Facebook friend, you won’t see most of these pics.

They must’ve really been into Halloween because they had Halloween napkins (plus some Christmas ones) and a heavy Jack-o-lantern that will go to Goodwill. The napkins we’ll keep, though, since they hadn’t been taken out of their packages and look decent enough.

They also left an assortment of kitchen and bath towels, a few of which I’ve kept. Two of the kitchen towels are button towels that you secure around cabinet handles. Love those things! There were some mugs, glasses, pots, pans, silverware and Tupperware, some of which I kept.

She had a couple of small rotating trays under the sink which is handy for keeping cleaning supplies visible and easy to reach, but the best thing she left was a crockpot. Always wanted one of those even though I’m not big on cooking.

I’ll describe appliances and the ins and outs of the house in my next entry.

Later…

The swelling in my feet is going down and so is my weight. Last night I dreamed I got into a bathtub but forgot to undress first cuz I was so tired. When I looked down at myself and noticed I still had my clothes on, I saw that I was thin. A future dream premonition? Well, 1 dream and 4 pounds aren’t enough to tell me anything yet.

Gene and Audrey were already 75 years old when they moved in here, but since they made it to 90, they were able to stay a while. The house’s 30th birthday was July 8th.

They left books as well as manuals for all the appliances. Decided not to bother Goodwilling the books for now and to just throw them on the bottom shelf of the bookcase. They’re big heavy hardcovers and I didn’t feel like boxing them all up. I’ve got enough to do. I also thought that shelf would look better with something on it than nothing at all, and that’s something I don’t care if the rats come in contact with. Some of the books are old and date back to 1910, but I doubt I could get much money for them. Maybe in 500 years, but not now. It seems nothing has much value these days but gold.

They left some little things too, I forgot to say, like pens, clips, magnets, and even some body butter that smells nice.

I love running up and down the long hall, which happened to be a great spot for my plug-in air freshener. I love the whole house! There are a few imperfections, of course, as with any house. The only thing I might change is I might make the living room and master bath/bed a little smaller, and I’d prefer to enter the second bath from the hallway. I never liked having to go through other rooms to get to bathrooms unless it was off a master bedroom. You have to either go through the second bedroom or the laundry room to get to the second bath.

Going room by room, the living room is like a massive canyon. This is the room I’m now working on, setting up the collectibles and other knickknacks. I still have to do the laundry room, too. I think I’m going to stick with drapes rather than go back to blinds. I don’t want to have to remove and dump those super long drapery rods, and I like how the inner drapes still let light in. What I don’t like is how little privacy I feel I have when the inner drapes are open, but the sheer inner ones sure let in a lot of sunlight. We just may get new drapes in a different color on motorized tracks.

I love the kitchen overall but don’t like how the light switches are scattered. I wish they were all by the entryway as opposed to by the stove and at the sides of the sink. The oven’s taking some getting used to but works well. The dishwasher’s soap door doesn’t spring open and why they neglected to tell us this, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the “pops” we’ve been using and they block the door from springing open. They shouldn’t, though. That’s what they were made for. I’ll test it with some liquid soap later. Either way, the dishwasher is on our list of things to replace.

The refrigerator was the only thing that was clean when we got here because it is new. It’s huge and has all glass shelves, see-through drawers, and even humidity control.

We first thought the AC came out of the ceiling and the heat out of the floor, but we think the floor vents are actually the return. We can feel the air being sucked through it when the AC is running, and there are no slats to adjust the airflow either. Love the digital thermostat. The fact that the AC cycles on and off during the hottest part of the day, unlike the cooler at the trailer that would run steadily for hours, shows how well insulated and how much thicker these walls are.

The drapes in the master bathroom will definitely be replaced with blackout drapes in a solid color so comforters won’t clash with them.

The back wall of the master bathroom is white. I don’t know why that one wall doesn’t have the design on it the rest of the walls in there have but other than smoothing out any walls they simply painted to white-out the brown paneling, I’m going to leave the wall designs as they are in the kitchen and the baths. I’ll be sure to take pics of the original carpet, flooring and walls at some point so others can see how much they’ll change.

I love that the tub and showers have all plastic surrounds and no tile and grout to have to deal with that’s a bitch to clean and a magnet for mildew.

Got a few runaway doors, but nothing like we had in the trailer even though the trailer only had two inner doors. One of the bedrooms stays open only part way and the laundry room door swings shut.

Later…

Since I have no use for my tea candles now that I don’t burn scented oil anymore, which gives off some smoke, I scattered a bunch of them throughout the place and cut the lights. They look cool and give off just enough light to walk around in here, but I need the regular light for cooking and things like that.

Still quiet here save for a 1-hour “blow job” from the guy next door who went around his place with a blower just before 9:00. What could possibly take an hour to blow over there? It was green waste day, so that’s probably why he blew his place at that time. Regardless, I figured landscaping sounds would be regular enough here. You can’t keep a neighborhood looking this good just by wishing, thinking or praying about it.

The overall quietness of the place proves Andy and I were right and Tom was wrong, LOL. I had asked Tom if he thought there really was a neighbor noise curse on us for so damn long (as I suspected) or if there were just that many “extremes” out there. He said he thought there were that many extremes. Oh, I know there are a lot of loud, rude, obnoxious and inconsiderate people out there, so don’t get me wrong. But the peacefulness around here goes to show that people really can be civilized if they only wanted to and if they only cared enough to. I still think we got one extreme after another that was no coincidence. What are the odds of ending up next to a mother and daughter residing in the neighboring duplex right outside your bedroom wall that goes back and forth and back and forth at all hours of the day and night between the two sides? What are the odds of hearing your landlord nearly every single day that’s hundreds of feet away? What are the odds of getting the welfare bums AND the large Mormon family with a million screaming kids AND the college animals? How about the nut with the barking dog that promised to be quiet, then blasted her TV and left her dog outside alone all day? A few bad neighbors are to be expected in life, but one after another?

What I love about next door is that they have an attached garage. This really muffles any car/house doors. Also, the only window of theirs on this side is a round frosted window that’s probably a bathroom. So this gives us a little bit more privacy. If they’ve been having company, they’ve been parking in the street and going to their front door on the other side of their house.

Tom’s got to work today, but hopefully we’ll make it to the pool tomorrow after we do our shopping for groceries and more things for the house. We plan to replace the bathroom faucets and pick up a few more things. We replaced the master bath’s broken flap and all that, but I don’t like the push-button handle. You have to really push it hard and that can be tough with long nails, so we’re going to swap it with the other toilet so we can have a traditional push-down handle in there since I use that toilet most.

SATURDAY, JULY 20, 2013 I’m so glad we got outbid on the “barking” house! I really love this place even if it’s a bit big for us. I also love knowing that no mutt could ever bark out an open window next door on our side cuz there are no “real” windows there. Haven’t heard any of that anywhere yet despite all the houses that surround us, but this isn’t exactly the time of year people leave windows open.

Yesterday I was pretty stupid. I flushed a few baby tomatoes down the toilet that were going bad, not wanting to put them in the trash and stink the place up. I totally forgot we now have a disposal to use for stuff like that!

Although the drawers in this place aren’t on rollers being an ’83, they open and close just fine unlike in the trailer. The trailer drawers were old, painted and too big. But this house’s grand total of 30 drawers and 45 cabinets function just fine.

Gonna do some laundry later on. The washer and dryer work great, but the washer is so huge that I can’t reach all the way to the bottom of it being so short, LOL. It felt so good to hold warm, dryer-dried clothes in my hands after so damn long!

I have plans to do some rearranging and reorganizing of stuff that’s in closets and drawers. There’s a closet with sliding doors in the hall and also one with a small door.

So far we’ve changed locks, picked up a lockbox, and been given the transmitter for the gates for when we’re coming in at night. It’s after 2am now so they’re all locked up tight. The only open area will let you out, but not in unless you want a set of flat tires. I wonder why they didn’t just put a gate there that opens when it senses cars wanting to go out like they did in the back? The tire spikes are harmless going out, but come in that way and they’ll spike you.

The toilets are so big they take forever to fill and I’m kind of cramped in the shower. The second bath’s shower is actually bigger than the master’s cuz the master has the giant tub. Another thing I don’t like about the shower is that they only have one sunken shelf. I used to rest my foot on the side of the tub when shaving and now I have to just bend straight over. Tom’s fine in his shower cuz he only has two bottles, one being soap and the other being shampoo. But I have that plus a conditioner, bath gloves and a razor. So we got me one of those shower caddies on a pole that goes from floor to ceiling. It’s a good thing I’m small otherwise I’d be really cramped in there.

The new shower massagers we got are adequate but not very impressive. They just don’t have enough oomph, but that also makes the hot water last longer.

Got a rainbow lamp on a stand (each plastic shade is a different color – pink, purple, orange, green and blue) and it helps even out the light in the massive master bedroom that I think is even bigger than the one we had in Maricopa. Maricopa’s was square, this one’s rectangle.

I saw a video on YouTube showing a really great way to fold T-shirts and socks and be able to see every single one of them that’s in a drawer. It really saves on space, too.

My feet have gotten somewhat used to being on them but when they get sore I find that flexing my toes back and then pointing them as far as I can helps to ease the pain.

In other news, Molly’s back online and up to the same old shit, asking on Ask if I missed her, wanting to be friends, etc. shakes head sadly Geez, some people never change, do they? I knew no group home could change her. She is who she is, fucked up or not. All the group home can do is keep her in line. If there’s any more unwanted contact from her, I’ll contact them. She’s probably not allowed to be online but has found a way to sneak on at night. Aly said she deletes things at just such an hour, so that’s why she’s probably still not allowed.

A few days ago someone in San Angelo, TX combed through some of my blog pages one at a time over the course of about 20 minutes. I thought it was Kathy at first cuz it’s near Brownwood, but Kathy would never be that interested in my blog. It was probably Molly or someone she had check it out. Maybe they copied stuff to email her or printed it out for her.

SUNDAY, JULY 21, 2013 Today’s going to be busy, busy, busy, but fun, fun, fun. Even if it means having to go to the pool when it’s crowded and full of screaming kids who are visiting. IDK, maybe the parents (or grandparents) will keep them at least somewhat civilized.

First, though, Tom and I are going to hit Walmart real early for both groceries and other things.

Things have been peaceful here save for scattered car doors thumping. The only real frustration lately is the fact that a flying rock cracked Tom’s windshield for the second time in less than a year. :(

I was added by a Lea P on Facebook (didn’t realize I had my thing set to allow friend invites from everyone). Then I saw her account was mostly about God and heterosexual pride and I’m like, why is this chick even friending me? When I asked both in a message and on her wall how she found me, I was ignored, so I deleted her. Whoever it was (Kim? Molly? Molly-related?) was still around, though, because they went from 17 friends to 34 friends over the course of the day. They don’t seem to be a spam account of any kind so I don’t know what’s up with that.

I forgot to take a picture of the little clump of prickly pear cactus that’s at the end of the driveway. Tammy says she thinks the pink flowers by next door are tiger lilies, and yes, she still does have to have a lung transplant for sure. :( Aw, I was hoping she would improve enough not to need one. But if I remember correctly, they only need to do one lung. I don’t want to ask her about it because it’s not something she likes to think about.

Slept on Mrs. S’s flannel sheets last night. They stay put better but are a bit warm for this time of year. As much as I bitched and complained about all the shit they left behind, I really do appreciate some of it. Besides, someday we’re going to die (just maybe not here) and someone’s going to have to pick up after us and clean out our shit. That’ll be a helluva lot more than they left.

MONDAY, JULY 22, 2013 Went for our first swim in 6 years yesterday! After spending over $400 at Walmart on groceries and stuff for the house, we returned home, did a few things around the house, and then drove to the pool. I paid strict attention as to how to walk there on my own when I want to (or ride my bike once I get a new one). It shouldn’t take more than 5 minutes to get there.

On the way, Tom pointed out the “leaker” house. The one that was humungous but in shit shape. For some reason, I thought that place was on the other side of the park, but it’s right behind us. It’s now wearing a new roof, paint and more. They really remodeled it big time. I still think the people who came to look at it after we saw it bought it with plans to renovate and flip it. It will probably sell in the 20Ks or higher instead of the 12K they were asking for when we checked it out. I’m glad we didn’t get that one or the triple wide for 10K. Those were just way too big and not as new/nice.

We got to the pool at around 11:00 and found it deserted and the gate locked. Just as we were wondering why we were never given a pool key, Joy and her husband (who I learned live here) came to the pool, accompanied by another woman and a girl about 10 years of age. Larry, her husband, had locked the pool down so he could treat the water, though the pool is usually open from 6am - 10pm.

The girl got in the water first and was going “Brrrr….” In a way that made me think it was cold, but it was actually quite nice. Hey, it was over 100° the day before and it’s solar-heated too, so it should be nice. The plan was to just go for a quick dip just to finally be able to say we did, then get back to work, but I never wanted to get out of the water! It was just so beautiful. I was surprised to find its deep end is 8’ deep since diving isn’t allowed and there’s no diving board or anything like that.

With reluctance, I soon managed to pull myself out of the pool where I then showered off the chlorine and went home. Tom didn’t want to get burned anyway. He got enough of a burn at the company picnic.

On the way back I was delighted to see next door sitting on the other side of their house. They waved to us, though I don’t know that they knew who we were. They can’t see our car from their place. I’m just so glad they won’t be hanging out on this side. I HATED it when the neighboring duplex people would camp right outside our window and laugh and shout and gab for hours at a time. They were even closer to the wall of our duplex than the freeloaders were to the wall of our Phoenix house. They might as well have just come right into our bedroom and done their chatting there cuz they were pretty damn close enough as it was.

Later…

Went for a walk to the clubhouse and it was so beautiful. Little nippy at first, to my surprise, but still gorgeous. The “6:00 man” that always passes by on his morning walk is 20 minutes late today, so I just saw. Anyway, it took me about 10 minutes to and fro, but was so nice and peaceful. It was great not having to worry about being attacked by dogs.

A maintenance guy was doing a puzzle and the exercise room wasn’t nearly as impressive as I thought. I’m so glad we didn’t get an elliptical machine! I do not like the feel of it at all. Maybe I could get used to it but maybe not. The bikes were ok with the comfy seats they have, and the Bowflex was ok. But the treadmill can do what the bike can do and my resistance bands can do what the Bowflex can do. Maybe not as well but pretty damn close. So why not work out in the comfort of home where I can then jump right in the shower? There goes the 6:00 man again. Guess he’s circling the block.

As I was leaving the clubhouse some guy left his house to walk his mutt which went off on me when it saw me. Not sure who the guy was more annoyed with; his dog or with me for daring to leave the clubhouse right when I did, LOL.

Saw next door was watering the grass they have on the other side of their place. Not by hand but with sprinklers. They have a better view on that side than on either side of our place, but I’m not sure I’d want to swap spaces with them. If we were where they are the nearest carport would be further away, but the people in here would probably spend time on the patio which is between the two places. They have a screen door in back of their garage, too.

Not sure if I want to go swimming today or not. As usual, I have a lot to do. I’m also glad I didn’t go to a salon when I first considered it. Now that I’ll be swimming regularly I’m definitely sick of long hair. It sheds all over and is a bitch to care for. I think that right at the start of every pool season I’ll cut it to my shoulders, but I do want to let the pros do it and not us, haha. They don’t have to dye it or anything, but first chance I get, I’m getting it cut.

Later…

Found Kim on Facebook, sent her a friend request, and she added me. I knew her when I lived in South Deerfield, MA. She was a nurse, very bright, and I feel bad for ignoring her before we left Phoenix and then later on as well. I just had so much going on with me at the time, not that it’s any good excuse. She was always good to me.

We haven’t talked yet. FB makes it very hard to contact people these days. If you’re not friends (and sometimes even if you are), your messages, wall posts and comments to them often go unseen.

While my day started off well and I got a lot done, I’m not very happy right now at all. We haven’t even been here for two weeks and the water’s been off for over two hours. No wonder Joy warned us about this when we met with her. I was afraid that “occasional” need to turn the water to the park off really meant “frequently.” Why bring it up if it was just occasional? I have a feeling this is going to happen once or twice a month and that would really suck, too. :( What if I was in the shower?

I’m getting a little burned out now, so to quickly go over yesterday’s shopping trip – I got these really cool shiny pink and silver wall décor things you stick on the walls. It was a 6-piece set and it’s in the bathroom now. Don’t know how long they’ll stay put, but we’ll see. They’re supposed to be removable and reusable.

Got a lovely doormat for inside the back door with purple flowers, a pail for my new office with pink and purple flowers, purple glitter nail art polish, two pink bathmats for the master bath, one of those dusters that’ll let me dust the fan that’s 10’ up, and new toilet seats for both baths. The master has a tan one with a palm tree design on its cover and the other one is slate blue.

I also thought it was time to replace our glasses. I prefer plastic ones in case we drop one. The floral design on our 7-year-old cups was disappearing, so I got 4 new ones in different colors – pink, red, blue and clear. They’re kinda tall, too. I didn’t get the green ones they had cuz it was an ugly shade of green, like olive.

The silver faucet I wanted for the master bath was out of stock. The nickel was dull and the brushed bronze made me want to cry just looking at it.

Andy lost 9 pounds. Yay for him! My own weight is “resetting” itself as usual, despite keeping active and eating less. Oh well. I guess if my body fights to hang onto weight like this, then it was meant to be there.

Getting spam again on Ask #1 so I temporarily disabled anonymous comments. It might be a little more than temporary this time because I just don’t have time for that anymore. I can barely keep my eyes open to type this that’s how busy I’ve been.

More to tell but am just too beat. Back tomorrow!

TUESDAY, JULY 23, 2013 The main water pipe broke yesterday so the water was off for 6 hours. Really hope water issues aren’t the norm here. We had enough of them with the Jes pest and in Maricopa. That’s usually a rural thing. But now we’re in the city. Fortunately, I only had to pee 3 times (I was asleep 2 hours before the water came back on). I used as little toilet paper as I could and closed the cover to the pretty new toilet seat.

The dark pink blackout drapes we got for the bedroom that blocks light, reduces noise and cuts cooling/heating costs turned out to be too short and are going to be returned. They were kids’ drapes too, since the adult colors were boring. The last thing I wanted was black, navy or maroon drapes in there, so I jumped online and found every color in the rainbow. Raspberry drapes are now on the way and are 84” long. :)

Had we waited another month to get in here we may not have been able to. The prices have suddenly skyrocketed! Forget selling the “leaker” house for 20 or 30 grand. They’re definitely going to ask for 40 or 50 grand. Also, I was mistaken in saying they were asking 12K for it. They were actually asking 15K when we first looked at it.

Someone may’ve bought, remodeled and flipped this place too, then sold it for twice as much, though this place is in great condition compared to how the leaker house used to be. It’s newer, too.

I was also mistaken in saying we plan to do the outside of our place in aluminum siding. I meant to say vinyl siding. That way it’ll never rust and we’ll never need to paint. I’d like peach, mint green or sky blue.

LOL, Tammy thinks the colorful flowers in front are tiger lilies and Nane thinks they’re Schmetterlingsbaum (butterfly trees).

She’s curious to see pics of the park and pool, so I think I’ll take some later on and hopefully no one will mind. Some of the houses and the landscaping around them are drop-dead gorgeous!

A part of me wishes we could rip out all the plants around our place and just throw down gravel and privacy blinds on the sides, so we no longer had to worry about them, but that would take a lot of time and money better spent on other things.

Yesterday was very quiet. The night before last I heard a car door close nearby just after midnight. Must’ve been parked in the back cuz I can barely hear when next door comes and goes. Their SUV is very quiet and they open and close doors inside their garage, which muffles the sound of it.

Been here two weeks now and the Internet hasn’t cut out once! In Auburn, the damn modem would reset itself anywhere from a few to a few dozen times a day. I do NOT miss that! But some things are still disappointingly slow since sometimes it’s the server that’s slow and not you.

It’s taken some getting used to having the refrigerator on top and the freezer on the bottom, but it’s quite a nice, new, high-tech fridge. It even beeps if you leave the door open. Love how the oven is self-cleaning, too.

The new locks are now on both doors and I even found the decorative fan/light chains and decorative faceplates I had in our Maricopa house. That tugged a wave of emotion through me. Just never thought we’d ever own a place we could use them in again, I guess.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 24, 2013 Poor Tom had to go to work early today. It’s the end of their fiscal year so the next two weeks are going to be super busy. At least we’re not still trying to move with all this OT going on! I just hope the bastard above doesn’t see fit to reward him for all his hard work with a big fat lay-off notice. But all jobs eventually come to an end. That’s part of why we have our savings built up. Fortunately, the economy is better than it was a couple of years ago and he should be able to get something new pretty fast. In the meantime, he’d also get more unemployment than the last time. Still hope it doesn’t come to that, though.

He said a lot of people at work are jealous of where we live (he’s one of the highest-paid employees there), even if many would consider those who live here to be snobs, LOL. I still can’t believe we’re here. A tiny old trailer in the woods may be better than most apartment complexes, jails, hospitals and other places, but it’s not something we’ll ever miss either.

For now, though, we won’t get much accomplished around here or dentist appointments made for the next two weeks.

Tom got chargeable Bluetooth speakers so I can play the stereo anywhere in the house at a reasonable volume. In a retirement community, I can’t blast my music throughout the whole house.

We also got these things called Super Sliders that you stick under the legs of furniture to make it easier to pull them out when cleaning or whatever. They’re pretty neat.

Went to the pool at the crack of dawn and again I expected it to be cold, but it wasn’t. I could jump right in. I took pics of the pool and the park area en route to it and then back.

Heard some mowers across the street and some car doors, but that was about it. Next door left together at some point and yeah, they do look older than us and are definitely retired. I knew we couldn’t get lucky enough to get next to those still working, but they’ve been quiet.

Since we don’t have the printer set up yet I think I’ll jot a quick letter down by hand to my Italian dad and let him know what’s up.

THURSDAY, JULY 25, 2013 Going to the pool in about 5 minutes. I figure it takes me 5 minutes to get there and they don’t unlock the gates till 6am anyway.

Got a lot of goodies in the mail yesterday. The best thing was a $50 GC from Tammy and Mark as a housewarming present. We plan to go to Big Lots on Sunday to look at computer desks, so we’ll probably use it there. Who knows, maybe they’ll even have a living room set we like.

My colored acrylic gems in fuchsia, purple and crystal arrived to decorate my glass lamps and vase, and so did my raspberry curtains.

Tom picked up a faucet to replace the master bath’s faucet but who knows when he’ll have time to make the switch? These next two weeks at work are going to be crazy for him but the money is just as crazy, so at least something good is coming from it.

Ok, time to gather up my towel and keys and head out. I’ll do another entry later.

Later…

Nane and I have spent both today and yesterday chatting on and off throughout the day. It’s that time of the month when things are slow at work for her. She says reading my bio has gotten her to see me in a different light (for the better, I hope), and that I’m very lucky to have Tom. Indeed I am!

Ah, there’s nothing like a 10-minute walk and a 10-minute swim at the crack of dawn, before most of the world is even awake. Not a soul was around except for a woman who appeared to be in her 60s whom I passed both on the way to and from the pool. This was by the leaker house. The Schmetterlings Haus is still my favorite along the route.

The Jes pest must’ve come around, though, cuz I could smell a little more chlorine.

I might’ve been wrong in saying the window on this side of next door wasn’t openable. When I went to mail my Italian dad’s letter, I thought it looked openable, but I didn’t want to stop and stare at their window either. I still think that’s a bathroom. I hope so anyway. Less likely their mutt will be barking out of it when people start opening windows during the daytime. I have yet to see or hear the mutt, but I’m sure it, as well as many others, have been walked by when I haven’t noticed. They seem to come and go 2-3 times a day, as figured, but if they’ve had any company they’ve been parking in the street and going around to their front door.

It took me 3 shower caddies to get it right, but the one we got that hangs over the shower door in the master bath definitely makes it a bit roomier in there. One of the other ones can go in the second bath, then we’ll have an extra.

Started to worry the place was haunted for a minute there yesterday, something I would absolutely hate. Haven’t heard many “friendly” ghost stories. I figure that if a place is haunted, something bad happened there or someone died there and so whatever it is that’s lurking about isn’t likely to be friendly. Instead, it’s likely to see you as an intruder on their turf.

Upon walking up to the front door after mailing my letter, the front light came on. I had no idea it had a motion sensor in it. Then I could’ve sworn I heard someone in the house when I was in the bathroom. It was probably just the house settling or them out and about next door.

Sometimes I just don’t feel like my old self, particularly in the joints. It’s not so much pain as it is stiffness and lack of mobility, especially in the hips and back. At first I thought I just wasn’t active enough. Then I thought it was the extra weight. But I am active enough and I’m not severely overweight, so now I’m guessing it’s just age.

I was going to call Paula, but can’t get any sound on my computer phone. I had a dial tone yesterday, so I don’t know what went wrong between now and then. Better have Tom look at it.

Later…

I always try to judge people by their behavior and not their color. After all, that’s what defines our personalities and all that, not our race, nationality, height, weight or things like that. But some people really disgust me with the way they treat others.

I was disgusted by the reaction to the George Zimmerman verdict by both blacks and whites alike. I’m tired of people seeing racism where it’s not and not seeing it where it actually is. I’m not at all surprised that people are labeling Zimmerman and his jury racist. Had the colors been swapped and Zimmerman had gotten off as a black man shooting a white man, nobody would give a shit. But as soon as a black person is killed or imprisoned everyone’s quick to scream “racism!” unless it’s an all-black or all-white case. From what I’ve heard about the case George Zimmerman shot Trayvon with just cause.

I was equally disgusted by the case of a white mother and child shot and killed in a mostly black neighborhood whose perps were never charged with the hate crime that they should’ve been charged with. But as with the Zimmerman case, I’m not at all shocked. This reverse discrimination bullshit has been going on since the 90s. I’m far from the only victim of it and so were this poor mother and child.

Yet sadly, some groups continue on with more rights than whites while others continue on with fewer rights than everyone of any color/race.

FRIDAY, JULY 26, 2013 Woke up feeling tired and stiffer than ever, but managed to drag my ass out of bed and onto the treadmill for a little while. I guess I’ve just been doing too much and need to slow down a bit. My sprained wrist still bothers me, too. All I’m doing today is laundry and that’s nothing compared to how it used to be. What used to be an all-day event with multiple loads in our little old portable washer and finding spots to hang things in is now just two big loads in our big washer and dryer. I don’t have to do a damn thing but gather it up, throw it in, put new sheets on, then put the clothes away when they come out of the dryer.

While no one had an ounce of sympathy for the white woman and child hate crime victims, a few of you had plenty of sympathy for Trayvon. Figured you would. Just to clarify things, though, I wasn’t saying it was ok that he was shot. He wasn’t armed, so he shouldn’t have been shot. What I was saying was that Zimmerman didn’t know this. He seemed to truly believe he was in imminent danger, and when one is suddenly in fear of their lives, they don’t necessarily take the time to wonder if that supposed gun could really be Skittles or not. It was a terrible tragedy, don’t get me wrong, but it also wasn’t like the Rodney King case or the guy shot in the back while on the ground in Oakland. It was a poor judgment call on Zimmerman’s part borne out of fear and suspicion that had absolutely NOTHING to do with race. But as always, people choose to make it into a racial issue.

I went to call Paula, now that Tom got me a dial tone again, but her number’s no longer in service. Great. Just great. I don’t know her new address and now I don’t know what number to call. I hope she’s got my number written down somewhere cuz she doesn’t have our new address either. Why does everyone move at the same time?

What I’m guessing may’ve been Kim, was a Facebook follower in the name of Mike O’Malley. I didn’t even know this was a celebrity till I saw the account’s username and then looked him up. Well, Alison got Kim to admit to her fan sites, even though she still does her little impersonations here and there be it cuz she’s addicted to role-playing, crazy with MPD, or both. I blocked the site but didn’t disallow followers. That way she can be dumb enough to follow me again and get blocked again, too.

SATURDAY, JULY 27, 2013 I rejoined Twitter in preparation for returning to entering sweeps and contests. This way I can do the tweet sweeps. I tweaked my hotkeys for flash forms and all that’s left is setting up Robo and then grabbing a 3-month subscription at OLS. I normally would grab a year, but I don’t know that I can win like I used to, so that’s why I figured I’d start with a few months.

Still dealing with lower back pain that doesn’t want to let up. The loss of mobility in my back/hips (from what?) is causing me to really lose flexibility so I’m working my way back into my old exercise routine and hoping this will help get me going like my old self again. I know that carrying the extra weight doesn’t help either and while it’s been proven long ago that there is no “weaker” sex and that strength/fitness depends on the individual rather than the gender, it’s no joke that we women gain fat easier than men and have a harder time getting rid of it. All the exercise in the world won’t get the weight off if I don’t cut calories. Problem is I gotta damn near starve myself these days to get it off and I’m just not up for that. I’m getting too old to deal with the constant hunger and fatigue. But I gotta do something cuz the problem isn’t going to go away on its own.

We moved my computer off the counter and onto my old desk, which will soon end up with Goodwill since I’ll probably get a new one tomorrow, and it helps to be back in my office chair instead of the counter stools, too.

Not sure what to do today. I don’t want to be too inactive, but I don’t want to overdo it either till I figure out what’s up with my back. I should try to resurrect my half-finished stories and bring back “Bunny Nose,” but with it being the weekend and all I just may laze around watching videos and movies.

Times have really changed for me. In the past, I’d be anxious to meet my neighbors and settle my curiosity. I’d want to get a feel for them and how much trouble they may be, particularly when it came to noise. Nowadays, though, I don’t give a shit who my neighbors are. As long as they don’t force me to know their every move, and they haven’t, I’ll be polite and say hello if I run into them (this is bound to happen sooner or later), but I otherwise don’t care to know they exist. That’s why we’re here.

MONDAY, JULY 29, 2013 Went to Big Lots yesterday and found a surprisingly lame selection of desks there as well as at Fry’s. So we ended up at Office Depot where I had to decide between a $220 desk and a $150 desk. I decided on the latter. My choices were espresso, cherry wood and maple, and I went with the maple. I’m not a fan of dark colors, especially black where every spec of dust shows up on it so easily. It’s huge compared to the old one, but there was simply no room for it in the trailer.

Tom couldn’t figure out how to attach the door that goes on one side, but then the answer came to him in his sleep. Even so, it’s fine as a shelf. It’s such a complex design that it took him (plus whatever help he dared ask of me) about 4 hours to assemble it. The only thing I’m not thrilled with is the keyboard tray. I didn’t think to look at this in the store, but it’s not very wide. I don’t have much room at all to put the mouse by the keyboard, so it’s up above it. It’s going to take some getting used to having to reach up for it. Shared pics with Tammy, Andy and Nane.

I also got a cute tape dispenser set inside a high-heeled snakeskin shoe, a little pink ring watch, some fruity body mist, a jewelry holder in the form of a woman’s body wearing a glued-on blue glittery dress (the jewelry holder is where her head would be), and a cute pair of shoes.

The pink and purple slip-on shoes with their rubber soles were just $5 and great for when I don’t want to wear sneakers, sandals, boots or heels. Maybe I’ll wear them to my dentist appointment on the 8th. Yeah, I’m finally getting back to my health issues, then I’ll go for a regular physical for the first time in a million years to make sure I don’t have thyroid problems, diabetes or heart problems. Not sure I’d want to know it if I did, but I know that ignoring anything that could be serious isn’t smart either. I still think I’m healthy, though, and that all lab work would come back fine.

Worked out and cleaned until my feet were sore. Despite the increase in activity but no increase in calorie intake, I haven’t lost weight. I started to lose a few pounds but they came right back. Then last night I saw a fascinating documentary on the Atkin’s Diet. I’ve long since heard of this diet and like the idea of counting carbs and not calories (though one still needs to be sensible where calories are concerned). I just never did the diet because it seemed too complicated, like most diets that deal with numbers and counting. I remembered Teresa, an inmate in jail, who said it was the best diet ever and all that. She said she didn’t it at first, but the main idea is to eat more protein and fewer carbs. Instead of bread, pasta, potatoes, rice and sugar, you focus mostly on meat, eggs, dairy, fruits and veggies. Some fruits and veggies aren’t allowed, though, if they contain too much sugar. I can’t bring myself to starve or purge, so maybe I should focus more on this concept and see what happens.

Had a great chat with Tammy and Mark yesterday, but poor Tammy sounded awful. They expressed a desire to get together and again I wondered if it was simply because it’s been so many years, or could there be something more to it? Like the possibility of Tammy not being around much longer. What’s scary isn’t just how horrible she sounds, but how much she sounds like mom, too. Anyway, I don’t know that Tammy would bring it up if she thought her years were numbered. She may not only find that hard to admit to her own self let alone someone else, but she may feel it would scare me and not want to put that on me. Would it literally scare me, though? Well, yes and no, I suppose. I might not necessarily fear I was next, but I did always wonder if God would kill my one and only safety net for if He decided to beat us over the head with money again. After all, if God wanted to financially torture us again, He’s not going to do so with people around I could run to for help. She’s the only one I know who would send help and, worst-case scenario, send us tickets to get holed up in her place till we could make it on our own again. Everyone else I know couldn’t afford that, wouldn’t give a shit enough about us to take us in, or both.

If I had to guess, I’d say Tammy still has many more years left in her. I don’t think she’ll get old, but I don’t think she’s got just a few years either. I hope not for her sake! And for Mark and the girls.

Better not put some of these concerns for Tammy in public.

When I got up this morning I heard hammering next door and thought, oh no. My worst fear has become a reality. The guy’s gone and turned that damn garage into a workshop. But I caught a quick glimpse of him hammering something in back. Fortunately, it didn’t last long either. Things are usually pretty quiet around here. The only annoyances (they’re mild) are car doors and landscaping sounds.

I took pics of the new desk (Andy and I got new desks the same day) but forgot to shoot the new drapes. Maybe later. And maybe I’ll update my Photobucket albums, too.

What false advertising it is for them to say these drapes block light and sound! They may muffle sound a bit, but to say they block light is total bullshit. If it weren’t for the blackout shade behind them I’d be pissed.

Realized I could intensify the pressure of the shower massager quite a bit once I adjusted a lever that was on its side. I use that for rinsing my hair. Otherwise, I like it gentle.

Been getting stuff done around here little by little. Today we got the toilet paper and paper towel holders up that we got for our Maricopa house, the outside lockbox, a hook for the potholders, and our robe hooks.

Although it costs $400 and couldn’t get behind furniture, I’m tempted to get one of those robotic vacuum cleaners. It just seems like a neat idea.

Wonder how the leaker house is coming along? I haven’t walked by it lately. I realized I was wrong in saying they were asking 12K for it before it was bought and remodeled. They were actually asking 15K.

“Nobody can stop me,” I got on Ask. Let me guess – that was Molly sneaking online, right? And the one asking if I knew who Mike O’Malley was came from Kim, I’m sure. I was followed by a Mike O’Malley on Facebook, and not being a celebrity worshiper, I thought he was just any old guy. Curiously, I checked him out and saw he was a celebrity. Well, what celeb would suddenly follow me? Only the celebrity-obsessed person running the fan site who’s been stalking me for 13 months would do so, so I blocked them (Kim). There’s nothing to follow right now anyway since I keep most things between friends only. She’s probably the same one to ask if I’d ever get a third rat. That’s not only something she would ask, but something she has asked before, and Kim is notorious for asking the same damn questions over and over.

Again I’m contemplating dumping my known Ask account altogether. Or maybe only allowing for anonymous questions during non-troll hours. Their trolling hours usually seem to run from around noon my time into the evening. I just don’t get why any human being in the world would care to bother with someone who dumped them and wants nothing at all to do with them. Is it just fun for them? Funny in some way? Or are we really friends in their sick minds?

Had some weird dreams last night. In one dream Tom and I were living in Europe, though I don’t know which country. In another, I was renting a room in a large building by myself which I’d come home to find ransacked, after a night out with Jessie. I wondered if anyone I’d had issues with online found my whereabouts and broke in.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” she said, then turned and fled.

Strangely enough, police tape was strung about most of the room. When I went to call them on my cell phone, loud music would blare out of it, so a call wasn’t possible.

Then I turned to find a strange man grinning at me in the doorway. Knowing he was responsible, I flew at the guy and began punching the shit out of him. I held the collar of his shirt in one hand so he couldn’t back away from the blows. Just when this seemed like it wasn’t going to do me any good and like he might turn the attack on him, I kicked him in the groin and sent him to the ground. I then kicked him in the head and knocked him unconscious.

TUESDAY, JULY 30, 2013 Did a little test and tweeted my new house photo album link that I created on Photobucket to see if it would get any views. No views yet. This makes me think Kim and Molly might not know about my Twitter profile. I’ll give it a little more time then mention it on Ask only for starters and see how many views, if any, the album gets. I’m surprised Kim doesn’t know about my Twitter page, though. I can’t believe she doesn’t follow all my sites daily.

Someone on MD has been sending me wacky stuff. The kind of stuff Andy and I would write when we were into writing crazy notes and letters. It doesn’t seem quite right for Yung Toro, Kim or anyone else I can think of, though the things they say suggest they’ve read my diary extensively.

Lotta landscaping sounds today and some car doors, but it’s winding down now. I giggle to myself now when I look at those flower trees I love so much, remembering how I joked with Nane about asking our local nursery for one Schmetterlingsbaum and one Sommerflieger, LOL.

Now that we’re getting more and more settled into our new home and the OT is backing off for Tom, I can get back on with my health stuff. I have an appointment on the 8th to see the dentist. Guess I’ll have to see a doctor about my weight too, though I really hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Tom doesn’t think there’s anything major going on with me but wonders if my swollen feet could be heart-related. I think they’re just fat, but what I wonder about more is my joints. They’re not as stiff as they were, but they still seem a bit stiff even for a middle-aged fatty. I thought it was connected to my weight, but it’s not like I’m severely obese. Besides, I’ve seen people bigger than me have more flexibility than I’ve had lately.

Seems I got the location of the back entrance wrong. I thought it was the section that’s visible from one side of the house, but it’s actually around the corner from there. That would explain why there’s no gate there. Guess the back gate is always shut too, day and night.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 31, 2013 Wow, still no Photobucket views, though I’m still getting weird stuff on MD. I think it’s more likely from some random joker than someone I was once friends with.

Since getting up at 9:30, the activity around here so far has been very city-like, though not noisy in the traditional sense of the word. There’s been a work truck of some kind parked in front of the house that’s in front of next door in the mornings doing who knows what. I can’t tell if they’re working on the house or in the common area next to it where a gulley runs through.

Also, next door just left, returned a few minutes later, and then left again.

Still with the mysterious swelling in the feet, but I’m otherwise ok. Just a little tired. Got so much more to do here but I like keeping busy. Now it’s time to eat, work out, shower and clean the kitchen.

[dreamofjoys]

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

— scenario: how twst characters show you how much they love you

— characters involved: riddle roseheart, leona kingscholar, malleus draconia x gn reader

— cw: fluff! reader is implied to be shorter than the character in leona and malleus's part

— a/n: happy international women's day! just wanted to write some fluffy troupes for you guys (after a really painfully long mia and my laziness)

were you late for the unbirthday party that riddle invited you to? don't worry, this cute boy won't scold you about punctuality

instead, he would ask for the reason that made you late

did crowley give you too much work again? did the trouble makers in his dorm drag you into some mess again? let this red haired dorm leader settle the burdens for you

riddle can be quite naggy sometimes, especially towards the dorm members when he spots them not following any queen of heart's rules

however in your case, he is naggy towards your own well being. did you take your lunch today? are you sleeping enough? did anyone bully you in school?

would occasionally invite you over to his dorm just to try out new pastries that trey made (the both of you are taste testers for trey's pastries and no trey totally did not try experimenting new stuff just to give you guys extra lovey dovey time)

i believe he never really read any romance books before, but starts picking them up once the both of you started dating, so that he could get a gist of what a boyfriend should do and how dating should be like

a little awkward sometimes but he tries his very best to make you happy

overall he's just a small little chipmunk that looks out for you in every way and tries to improve himself for you and a little clingy

he's like the.... most unbothered person in the whole campus

doesn't care what's going on as long as it doesn't bother him

has zero tolerance for pests

...... you do know that he doesn't see you as a pest, right?

his ears perched up whenever he hears someone mentioning about him

definitely had his sleeves rolled up tight in case he needs to fight whoever that was bad mouthing you

leona hates loud people, but he doesn't mind you talking his ear off and telling him about your day

he may look disinterested, but trust me, he remembers everything that you say. why? because he cares

you often find yourself surprised when he remembers something that you told him the last time while he was "asleep"

another thing that he does to show his love towards you is that he shares his food to you

he's a big sucker for meat, and a big man like him definitely eats a lot. he doesn't like to share his stuff too, so be glad that this grumpy lion is sharing you his portion of food

frequent head rubs!! he likes to rub his cheek on your head while holding you tight against his body, the warmth of your body lulling him to sleep in an instant

btw lions show affections by doing head rubs :D

congratulations, you are now the most spoilt person in twisted wonderland

for every second you breathe, gold coins starts pilling up in your room

for every second you blink, treasures starts littering itself everywhere in your dorm

for every second your heart beats, you find a clingy dragon fae snuggling into your chest, a tight grip on your waist as he holds you close to him

malleus is a big man, and everyone would assume that he would love being the big spoon

the truth is, malleus enjoys being pampered by his lover

no, he doesn't need money, treasures, or some weird magical artifacts

he just needs his lover to pay attention to him, THATS ALL

in return, he would do anything for you, anything

do you wanna play in the snow in the middle of june? night raven college should be making preparations for early winter

are you eyeing on that tiara that vil happens to wear on his set for a movie? well, it's yours to wear now

are you having some intensive late night cravings? sounds like a good timing to go on a date right? let him just teleport the both of you to the other side of the world, where the sun is still high while the both of you can enjoy a hearty meal and explore the place

he's the type of lover that would burn the whole world just for you

nothing can ever exceed or surpass the amount of love he have for you

[honeesucker]

Pairing: Alpha!Bokuto Kōtarō x F!omega reader

Genre: A/B/O AU 🐾 | Smut, 18+ // minors DNI!

WC: 3,057

My whole body was shivering despite it being a sweltering sunny day, my mind was hazy and clouded with the need to submit to an Alpha. 

To be overtaken, pounded into until I was a dumb mess of omega mush and knotted until I was fat with pups.

Fucking hormones and omega instincts.

Fucking expired heat suppressants.

Stupid fucking idiot me for not noticing until it was too late.

My rational mind fought off the swarm of nuisance thoughts as I hurried my way back to my apartment carefully avoiding anyone’s gaze, suffocating my scent glands in a thick hooded sweater and scarf I had kept at the bakery for the unexpected colder days. It didn’t do much to ward off the curious glances and sniffs from the passing Alphas and others on the street, but luckily none acted on instincts, I didn’t stick around long enough to trigger anything in them.

My thighs were sticking together uncomfortably beneath my summer dress as the slick pooled in my panties and ran down the sides. The friction against my sensitive core only added to the ache, and I had to fight every ounce of instinct in me to hold back the whimpers, to not just fall on the ground and present myself to the next suitable Alpha that crossed my path.

I just needed to get home unscathed and get on my pharmacy app to order a fresh batch of suppressants, wait out a week for them to take full affect and I’ll be good to return to my normal, uncomplicated life.

I had been lucky in avoiding anymore people. No one was waking along the final stretch that led to my apartment building; a high-rise nestled just outside of the main district of downtown but still fairly luxurious for an apartment building. After a rough time in my earlier years out on my own, I decided once my bakery was successful enough I would splurge and put myself in a comfortable apartment with extra building security for my own peace of mind. I made my way to the door where the Beta doorman was waiting with it open for me, smiling until he caught the edge of my currently overwhelming scent.

“Quick, quick in miss Y-N,” Ferris ushered me through the door and shut it behind us. Walking me to the empty elevator and pushed my floor, nearly the top, at 27 of 35. “You shouldn’t be out wandering around in such a state, it isn’t safe for you!” The older man patted my hands in his with a worried expression. I just smiled and nodded along to his worrying over me.

“I know Mr. Ferris,” I sighed, “there was an unfortunate mishap with my medication so I’m gonna be staying cooped up for a bit.” He just nodded and ushered me along, and I gave a small wave and smile as the doors closed and he gave me one final wave off. I sighed, releasing the death grip I had on the jacket around me, still covering my scent glands as best as I could, but not with so much force around my throat. I’m surprised I didn’t pass out from self-asphyxiation on the way home.

After a few minutes in the elevator my floor was finally reached with a gentle ding! and I was hurrying out into the hall to make sure I was alone. With no one around I felt safe enough to walk briskly to my apartment without any further paranoia. I was reaching my door, just about to press in my key code and slink into a week of needy depression when I heard the door slighty adjacent to mine across the hall open behind me. 

My whole body froze like a bunny caught in a wolf’s gaze.

Fuck.

“Hey hey hey, my sweet little Y/N!” A bright, jovial baritone rang out behind me, and soon I felt the looming presence of the man I feared most coming into contact with at this very moment right at my back. The immense heat radiating off of him in waves with his sweet, clean scent with mint, along with a headier male musk underneath. “You’re home early! Sorry to be a pest but did you bring any pastries home with you? I have such an awful craving right now and-” my kind, handsome neighbor regarded me silently, and what I didn’t see were his sweet golden eyes darkening to a dangerous lustful shade as he leant forward and took a gentle sniff in. A ragged breath leaving his chest as he inched forward just enough for me to feel his clothing ghosting against my back. “Y/N? Are you okay? You smell.... you s-smell so good. Different,” he slurred behind me, leaning down to rub his cheek against the top of my head and nose my hair as he took in deeper breaths. I was completely frozen, in fear or need... I couldn’t decide.

Maybe both.

When my neighbor let out a deep, rumbling groan from inside his chest I leant more towards need in my current aching state as I instinctively pressed my body back against his. “Y-Y/N you shouldn’t be out right n-now in your state s’not safe y’know...” his voice trailed off, a pained mixture of a whimper and a growl leaving his chest as I reached forward and punched in my key code to my apartment.

“Ko,” I heard the Alpha behind me purr as his name slipped from my mouth, my voice and body trembling. “I had a bit of a setback as you can tell, so no pastries today,” the whimper that left him made my cheeks warm because it wasn’t hormonal, it was just Bokuto being a pouty baby who wanted a soft bread or sweet cake.

“Mm s’okay Y/N...” Bokuto’s voice trailed off as he placed his large hands on my hips, palms swallowing my sides and pressing tightly into the plush flesh, fingers gripping down with a bruising force. He was leaning forward and placing soft kisses along my shoulder and up my neck until he licked a small strip up along where my scent glands were and I couldn’t stop the full-body shudder than shook me. “D-do you want me to stop?” His voice was a whisper, still heavy with need but more Bokuto than Alpha was talking to me. I shook my head, stepping into my apartment and allowing the Alpha to come in with me, slipping out of our shoes in a tangled mess of legs, and laughing as Bokuto hastily locked the door behind him.

“I know we’re both kind of teetering on the edge of control right now,” Bokuto continued gently, hands still gripping my sides tightly as he allowed me to set my things down on the bench in my entryway. A low growl leaving him when I almost slipped out of his hold. “But I need to know it’s not just your omega pushing you into this Y/N. I’ve admired you since I first met you, wanted you,” Bokuto was peppering my neck and the side of my face with butterfly kisses, “but if you tell me to stop, to leave... I will. Nothing will change between us if you put up a boundary for yourself right now but everything will change for the worse if you force yourself into something you don’t want...” I couldn’t believe the articulated thoughts of pure, sweet kindness coming out of Bokuto’s mouth but I was so happy to hear them. I’ve had such a huge crush on my long-time Alpah neighbor since he came knocking on my door one late evening when I was testing recipes, a mess of apologies and need as he caught a whiff of the new cakes I was trying to perfect and the poor thing had just returned home from an away game with his volleyball team, starving and exhausted. He spent the night giving me feedback on my testers and I let him sugar-crash on my couch, waking him up with a healthier breakfast more suitable for an athlete in the morning. 

We’ve been close since that day.

Well, close but not as close as right now... despite the aching deep in me that always welled up inside whenever we spent time together. My omega whimpering at how perfect of an Alpha Bokuto would be.

“Y/N?” Bokuto was asking once again, I could feel his hands shaking as his control over his instincts began to slip. 

I simply nodded.

“Y-yes Ko,” I swallowed hard when his hands gripped tighter on my hips, crushing me further against him as his arms snaked up my body to wrap me in a tight hold from behind. “I want this - I’ve wanted this, w-wanted you...” I couldn’t form full thoughts, not like he deserved to hear but we were both in a compromising state of mind right now. “P-please Alpah, need you so badly,” that was all it took to have me turned around so fast in his arms, his lips crashing against mine in a mess of teeth and saliva as pure need took over us both. One of his hands was fisted in the hair at the back of my head, the other cupping the side of my throat, his thumb stroking along my jaw as he deepened the kiss like he was trying to crawl inside my body through my mouth. 

He was pushing me back toward my couch, his hands now fumbling behind me to pull the zipper of my dress and have the fabric pooling to the ground. He growled into my mouth as he hooked two fingers in the hem of my lace panties to pull them down and off while his other hand guided me down softly onto the couch. He had me draped over the arm of the sectional as he layed down between my legs, I was able to peek open my heavy eyes in time to see the primal look on his face before he licked his lips and leant down to lick a long strip up my soaked pussy, the sensation sending electric shocks through my whole body as I arched off the couch with a yelp.

Bokuto let out a deep, rumbling growl with a whisper of “so sweet,” before diving back in and devouring my sopping pussy like a man starved. His mouthed latched around my swollen clit with a pressure that had me seeing stars as he suddenly plunged two thick fingers into me, curling upward against my sticky walls, quickly bringing me to the edge. He didn’t relent his assault on me, mouth staying locked on and fingers curling cruelly as my body shook and arched up off the couch with a shrill scream, my whole body convulsing with wave after wave of electric pleasure shocks. Bokuto removed his fingers slowly and licked them clean, blowing a cool stream of air against my sensitive clit, causing me to whimper in his hold as he delved his tongue into me to lap up more of my slick. I was a whimpering mess above him, wriggling to be free of the stimulation to the newly over-sensitive area but he kept his pink muscle deep in my pussy as his nose occasionally brushed up against my clit causing my hips to buck further against his face. The groans he was letting out were downright sinful and soon had me back on the precipice of another impending orgasm. Bokuto reached one hand up to thumb circles on my clit as he kept himself deep in my pussy, soon I was bucking up against his face as another heavy wave crashed down on me. I was panting and swearing and pleading to be released because the pleasure was stating to morph with a tinge of pain as he kept up the relentless assault.

“K-Ko please no more,” I was whining above him, my chest heaving with broken breaths. Bokuto’s mouth was shiny with my slick as he crawled up my body and crashed his lips down on mine. I could taste myself on his tongue, in combination with feeling his still-clothed cock straining against his joggers, had me mewling with need and bucking up to meet his bulge.

“You say no more but your body is begging for me,” Bokuto muses. “Do you want me to stop?” His golden eyes were looking down at me, dark and swirling with lust as a beautiful half-smile graced his face. I shook my head and he just chuckled. “Use your words baby, ask for what you want,” he cooed, leaning down to pepper kisses and gentle nips along the side of my neck, stopping to suck on a particular spot once my let out a gasp and wriggled beneath his large body caging me in.

“Mmphf, p-please Ko, Alpha, need you,” my cheeks were burning but I didn’t care, my whole body was on fire for the man on top of me, crying out to him for any crumb he’d give me, “need your cock-mm-need to feel so full with you please Alpha, please,” Bokuto crashed his lips back down against mine with an urgent need while he ground his hardened cock against my slick-covered core, the friction of the fabric bringing another whine from my throat.

“How can I say no to such a pretty omega begging to be knotted, hm?” Bokuto was nuzzling down into the crook oh my neck, “pretty omega, perfect omega, my omega.” I didn’t realize when he had shimmied out of his joggers but soon I felt the large tip of his cock pressing into my hole, even with two orgasms and the slight stretch from his fingers earlier it still burned so wonderfully to be full of Bokuto’s cock, every inch of his cock catching on my walls and dragging new sensations forward as I clawed at his back, wrapping my arms and legs around him in an attempt to be closer to him, to pull more of him inside of me. “Such a needy slut for her Alphas cock, hmm?” I nodded my head so vigorously, rolling my hips to coax the man above me into moving. “Poor thing, I’ll give you everything you need...” with a quick snap of his muscled hips, his thick cock was driven deep, the head pummeling against my cervix with blinding pressure as he slammed his hips over and over into me, heavy balls slapping against my slick-coated ass sending shivers up my spine. “Fuck, ‘mega, you’re so tight-fuck- so fucking perfect, so perfect for me.” Bokuto was all bared teeth and snarls above me, leaning down to kiss and bite over his earlier marks along my neck. I craned my neck, exposing more of myself to his assault as he kept up the brutal pace inside of me. It didn’t take long before I was crying out with the sudden hit of an orgasm I didn’t even feel the buildup to, the walls of my pussy were sucking a Bokuto in deeper with each of his thrusts, and soon I could feel the way his hips stuttered, sloppy and less practiced. I didn’t realize his teeth were on me, biting deep into the flesh of my neck where my scent glands were, blood spilling out of the wound and into his mouth and down my neck and chest as Bokuto marked me as his, licking one long, final strip up my neck across the wound, sealing it.

There was a final quick snap of his hips, until Bokuto’s large knot stretched me with a burn that had me whimpering, gasping when it popped through the small opening of my pussy, slick helping to coax it inside as my walls clamped down on him and his knot further in another orgasms as he emptied ropes of hot, white cum deep inside of me. The continued short, sharp thrusts Bokuto made as he continued to empty himself inside of me brought on one more orgasm, my whole body siezing and shaking, walls clamping down around the fleshy member knotted inside of me, my chest was heaving with deep breaths as my eyes edged with black and every small twitch Bokuto made inside of me had me crying out - with pleasure or pain or both - I couldn’t tell. He leant down to scoop me up, our bodies still connected as he sat down on the catch and allowed me to stradle his lap, nestling me tightly against his chest as he kissed my hair and whispered such sweet things to me over and over, petting my hair, my face, peppering kisses along my cheek, jaw, down my throat and to my shoulder, gliding over the mark he made earlier with a gentle ghost of a kiss. My whole body felt like a live-wire ready to make contact with the wrong type of metal at any given moment, but Bokuto kept rubbing small patterns over my exposed skin, kneading his fingers deep into muscles I didn’t realize were sore, kissing un-kissed inches of skin over and over until he felt me relax in his arms, felt my body droop with exhaustion as I rested my head on his shoulder, snuggling into the crook of his neck as I bit back into him, giving him a small omega mark. Bokuto shuddered beneath me, gripping me tighter as I licked up the blood and kissed over the already-healing mark, nuzzling back into him.

“Y/N~” Bokuto said in a whisper sing-song voice, shaking me gently, “I think we can separate now baby,” he said, trying to lift me off of him gently.

“Mm, no Ko,” I grumbled, a gentle growl leaving my throat, “wanna stay like this  a little longer.” Bokuto just nodded, rubbing my back and resting his head on my shoulder.

“Yeah, a little longer baby,” he mused, “but then can you bake me something?”

You just shook your head, your body shaking with held-in laughter as you agreed to bake him as many sweets as he wanted just as soon as you could walk. Bokuto offered to do all the heavy lifting if you just told him what to do - and you relished in the idea of sharing the kitchen with Bokuto - with your Alpha.

What a sweet start to something beautiful. 

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Intermingle: part 2

Pairing: dom! yoongi x inexperienced reader ft. Taehyung

Warnings: co-workers to lovers, angst, smut, public sex, dry humping, thigh riding, oral (f) receiving, oral (m) receiving, cum swallowing, fingering, daddy kink, fluff, teasing, protected/ unprotected sex (stay safe always)

Rating: 18 and over

“Fuck daddy yes. Please, just like that!” You yank at Yoongi’s hair, shamelessly grinding against his erection while he tugs and sucks on your nipples. He growls against your soft flesh, the sounds of you reaching your climax seemingly driving him wild. “God, I need you inside of me daddy, please!” You beg. He releases your nipple from his lips, looking up at you with lust in his eyes. He licks his lips, opening his mouth to speak. “Meow! Meow! Meow!” You look at him in confusion. “What?”

*Meow! Meooorrrrwww! *

You stretch your entire body, rolling over to see you have 15 minutes left on your alarm, too bad your cat hadn’t picked up on that notion. “No Frenchie! Go back to bed!” You grumble. She leaps up onto your bed now, kneading into your belly. You whine from under the covers. “I’m gonna give you away you pest.” You threaten, jumping up from the bed causing her to leap to the ground. You stamp into the kitchen and prep her breakfast. She happily noms away allowing you to pet her as she does. You head back to your room to turn off your alarm and get ready for a shower when an idea pops into your head. You grab you phone from the side table and sit down on your bed, removing your pajama top. You pull your hair forward, making sure to cover your breasts so just a bit of nipple shows through, and you snap a couple of selfies. You review them, choosing your favorite and send it to Yoongi with the caption ‘I woke up so wet thinking of you daddy.’ You sit for a moment, biting your lip, waiting for a response and then wonder to yourself if he would even be awake this early, seeing as how he is always late for work. With no response you hop in the shower, emerging fresh and clean. You dress in black dress pants, a white button-down shirt, and black cardigan, keeping it open instead of buttoned up. After applying some makeup and straightening your hair you head out the door. Your phone finally buzzes, and excitement fills your belly only to be crushed by a text from Becca, informing you she will be out the rest of the week. You frown and shove your phone in your bag.

A loud honk startles you, “Excuse me miss, I heard someone was in need of a cleanup crew?” You turn to the voice and smile wide at Yoongi driving slowly beside you as you walk. “Get in beautiful.” You wait for him to stop and hop in. “You missed more than a few buttons today.” He teases. “Oh shush.” He laughs leaning towards you to plant a soft kiss on your lips. “You didn’t answer my text!” You shove him away. “Of course, I did. Surprise!” He waves his hands in the air. “So, you came all the way over here, because of my photo?” You give him a suspicious look. He nods. “Uh, yeah, I did. Do you think I wake this early cause I like to? When I saw the picture, I had to make sure you hadn’t lost you mind completely after last night. Can’t have you revolting you know. First, it’s the shoulders, a little bit of thigh, and then it’s free the nipple.” You laugh out loud at his comment. “I love you,” You giggle, covering your mouth quickly, “I mean, like your humor. Not that I actually love you. It's just an expression that I use. I’m sorry, I’m over explaining.” He gives you a sly smile but says nothing. Your heart races in your chest and you begin to shake your leg nervously. “Wanna grab some coffee before we get to the office?” He asks, resting his hand gently on your shaking leg and giving it a comforting squeeze. You look at him and he winks at you. “Calm down kitten. Daddy’s got you.” You immediately stop shaking your leg, swallowing slowly. “Yeah, sure, coffee sounds nice.” He nods and focuses back on the road. You arrive at the office garage and your nerves kick in. “Maybe we should go up separately, so people don’t think anything.” Yoongi looks over at you puzzled. “What would people think? That one coworker gave another a ride to work?” “You know what I mean Yoongi.” “No, I don’t. Do you not want to be seen with me because that’s the vibe I’m getting?” You scoff at his accusation. “That’s not true.” “Good, so let’s get up there. I think this will be the first time I’m on time in like a year.”

You both arrive upstairs to find the boss standing by your desk. “Ah, Y/N, Yoongi! Good morning. Y/N, I need you to come with me and meet the new guy. He is just a temp tester we will have here until Rebecca comes back; he will be working on the other games we have launching. I’ll need you to show him the ropes, lend him your expertise, show him some of the cool things we’ve been working on with the new game. I’m counting on you.” You nod, following behind the boss to the conference room, Yoongi not far behind. “Taehyung, this is Y/N, and this is Yoongi, he’s in graphics. They are actually on a team together working on the new game.” Your face drops as Taehyung greets you with a smile. “What the fuck?” Yoongi whispers under his breath. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you both. I’m excited to help out.” “Taehyung here is my soon to be son in law.” You and Yoongi both look at each other and then to Taehyung. “Now I trust you will take good care of him Y/N. Yoongi, you can get to work. Have a good day everyone.” Your boss walks out, leaving the three of you to stare at one another. “Hello Jagi.” “Don’t call her that.” Yoongi all but growls. “Min Yoongi, right? Nice to see you again. I thought I heard him say you could get to work, no?” Taehyung smirks at Yoongi. You turn to face Yoongi, who is staring daggers into Taehyung. “Please, just go. Its ok. I’m fine.” He shrugs and pulls you towards him. Your body tenses. “You know I don’t trust that guy.” He whispers. “I know but let’s not draw unneeded attention to ourselves. You can trust me. Come on Yoongi, don’t tell me your jealous?” You giggle, trying to lighten the mood but soon stop once you notice Yoongi’s stern face. “You have absolutely no reason to be jealous Yoongi.” He nods, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Well, I’ll see you at lunch yeah?” He looks you over. “Uh, I don’t know. I have to train him and show him what Becca has been working on.” You tell him. “Yeah, and you have to eat.” Yoongi snaps. The jealousy in Yoongi causes you alarm, he always seems so confident, you couldn’t imagine him being threatened by another man. You give him a smile, hoping it will help him feel more comfortable. “Don’t smile at me like that. This isn’t a game. I’ll see you at lunch.” Yoongi declares, giving Taehyung a dirty look before walking off.  

You turn to face Taehyung, “Did I hear that right? Did he say soon to be SON in law?” Taehyung nods. “So, all this time the woman you were fucking behind my back was my boss’ daughter?” “I didn’t know that then Jagi. I only just realized,” You laugh at his words, “You have to believe me.” He urges, moving towards you. “I don’t have to do anything.” “Tell me Jagi, is that Min Yoongi your boyfriend now?” “And if he is?” You cross your arms. “Has he told you then?” “Told me what?” “That he slept with my fiancé?” You heart drops to the pit of your stomach. “He mentioned that he had a one-night stand with the boss’ daughter.” “Yeah, well, imagine my surprise when she threw it my face that she too had an affair. We had a terrible fight, and she says to me that I’m not the only one with prospects. Then she gives me a name, Min Yoongi, and at first, I’m trying to figure out where I know the name from. Well, when it hit me, I was shocked to say the least Jagi.” “Hurts doesn’t it? Getting cheated on?” You spew. “It does. What hurts more though is doubting whether the child your fiancé is carrying is yours. Tell me Jagi, how well do you really know him? I told you I had a bad feeling about him. You shouldn’t trust him.” Tears burn at the back of your eyes and you begin to stutter. “No, you're wrong. It’s your baby.” You say shakily. Taehyung says nothing, instead just shrugs, seemingly unbothered. “Excuse me. I have to go to the restroom.” You run out of the conference room and straight to the bathroom. Once locked in you begin to quietly sob. Surely Yoongi would’ve mentioned impregnating some girl, wouldn’t he? You keep your hand over your mouth to hold back your cries. You soon gather yourself, checking your makeup in the mirror. “I won’t let him do this to me. Not anymore.” You say to yourself in the mirror. You escape the restroom and head to your desk to find Taehyung already seated at Rebecca’s desk. “I didn't mean to upset you. Look, he doesn’t know about us, my father-in-law I mean. I’d like to keep it that way.” You nod. “Sure. I'll keep my mouth shut if you keep yours shut, about Yoongi and I.” He eyes you suspiciously. “So, he is your boyfriend?” “I never said that. Now, Let’s focus on your training.” You clear your throat and turn to your computer, an alert popping up on the screen.

Minyoon93: How’s it going? I figure we go out for lunch today. BBQ place? I'll grill you a nice steak.

You sniffle a bit reading Yoongi's message. Your heart pounding thinking of what Taehyung alleged. “I could definitely go for some BBQ.” Taehyung says, reading over your shoulder. You close the window off. “What are you doing? You are not coming to lunch with us. Go back to your station.” You suck your teeth at him. “Oh, Jagi but I am, you didn’t think I took this position because of you, did you? No, it’s because I intend to make Min Yoongi’s life a living hell. I’m going to make things so bad for him, he won’t make it to launch. So,” He leans in close, hate in his eyes, “write him back and tell him you’d love to join him for lunch. Let’s say around noon.” He smiles, moving back towards Rebecca’s desk. “And if I don’t?” He snorts at your attempt to boldness. “Then I tell your boss all about you and Yoongi and we both know how bad he’s been itching to fire his ass.” “Who are you Kim Taehyung? I feel like I never knew you at all.” Taehyung gives you a thin smile. “I’m sorry Jagi. I wish you weren’t involved but since you are all I can ask is that you stay out of my way.” You immediately feel sick to your stomach, had you truly not known Taehyung at all? You needed to warn Yoongi without potentially ruining his position here at work.

Noon rolls around and Yoongi arrives promptly to pick you up. “Lunch time already? Time flies when you have an amazing teacher training you all day.” Taehyung stretches, smiling brightly at Yoongi. “Sorry friend, you're not invited.” He informs Taehyung, reaching out his hand for you to grab. “Oh, Jagi invited me. Didn't want me to feel left out. This wasn't a date was it?” He chuckles. Yoongi shoots you an annoyed look and starts for the elevator without you. You roll your eyes at Taehyung who wiggles his brows at you, following you to the elevator. “BBQ, right?” Taehyung asks. No one responds but you watch as Yoongi white knuckles the grab bar in the elevator. You all exit, you and Yoongi walking ahead. “It's not what you think, he’s got this vendetta against you. We need to find time to talk alone.” You whisper to Yoongi. “You ruined any chance of that by inviting him.” Yoongi whispers back. “Secrets?” Taehyung asks, shoving between the two of you. “Just asking Yoongi if he's finished with my notes on the new levels.” You offer. Taehyung nods, opening the door to the restaurant. “So, how long have you two been dating?” Taehyung asks once you've been seated. Yoongi chuckles, clearly pissed off. “We aren't dating.” You cut in, getting a look of disdain from Yoongi. You realize your mistaken and go to reach for his hand, but he pulls it under the table. “How long are you temping for?” Yoongi asks Taehyung. “Through launch. Rebecca being out throws a wrench in things for my father-in-law, so I was asked to help out.” “I didn't know you gamed. You look like one of those stock guys.” Taehyung laughs at Yoongi’s assumption. “Yeah, I get that a lot. You, on the other hand, look like a gamer. Shaggy hair, rocker clothes, you look like you don't really put much effort into anything but sleeping and gaming. I, on the other hand, love gaming, gaming is how I met Y/N. I guess we have that in common.” “We do have that in common. Although don't let my look fool you. I put all my effort into everything I do. Right kitten?” You look up at Yoongi and can feel your face turn red. You clear your throat and begin to stutter. You tuck your hair behind your ear, happy to see the waitress arrive. Taehyung does the honor of ordering, while Yoongi starts the grill. “So, tell me friend, what's the real reason you took this position? I know it isn't because you wanted to be helpful to your father-in-law.” Yoongi leans back in his seat.

Taehyung gives Yoongi a wide smile. “You’re right. I could care less about this stupid launch. I'm here because of you.” Yoongi scoffs, “Because of me? And why exactly is that?” “Did you know?” Yoongi's brow furrows and he can't help but stifle a chuckle. “Know what exactly?” “Did you know she was pregnant when you fucked her?” Your eyes shoot open as Taehyung stares pure hatred at Yoongi. You look between both men, waiting nervously for an answer. Yoongi sighs, crossing his arms, looking over to you then back to Taehyung. “Yes.” He says plainly. You gag on your own saliva, covering your gasp with your hand. “You fucking asshole!” Taehyung jumps over the table to grab at Yoongi. You shout as he knocks over the beverages. Yoongi shoves Taehyung back into his seat. “She knew you were cheating,” Yoongi shouts, “She slept me with to get back at you.” “I should kill you.” Taehyung seethes. “Yoongi, how could you? She was pregnant with another man's child.” You whimper, tears forming. “She wasn't far along and anyway she told me after we were done. Look, I never said I was Saint ok. I didn't know Taehyung was her fiancé or your ex. I don't owe any of you anything.” You let a tear fall. “You're right. You don't owe me anything.” “I told you he was no good Jagi.” Taehyung comforts you by taking your hand. “That's rich coming from the cheating ex.” “You may not owe her anything Yoongi, but you owe me everything and everything I will have. It's going to bring me such pleasure watching you lose it all. Come Jagi, let’s get out of here.” You stand with Taehyung, Yoongi jumping up. “You’re not leaving with him, Y/N.” “Will you stop her? Please, I dare you to try.” Taehyung taunts. “I don't owe you anything Yoongi.” You spat, leaving the restaurant with Taehyung, not looking back when you hear a fist collide with a wall.

You hadn't bothered to talk to Taehyung since lunch and he didn't bother you, instead working quietly at Rebecca’s desk. You hadn't noticed either, if Yoongi walked in, too immersed in your levels to pay attention, your heart still breaking over his words at lunch. ‘I don't owe any of you anything.’ Sure, you guys weren't anything official, but his lack of empathy was what truly hurt you. How could he be so cold?

Minyoon93: We need to talk kitten. Please.

You look over your shoulder to find Taehyung focused on his computer screen, happy your headphones were on to keep the alert from sounding out loud in the small space you both shared.

Y/L/N/Birth year: I’m not interested honestly, besides what happened to not owing anyone anything?

Minyoon93: I felt cornered, I’m sorry, please, please let's talk.

Y/L/N/Birth year: I can't right now but I’ll stop by later with my notes.

Minyoon93: I'll be waiting.

“Jagi.” Taehyung's voice causes you to jump. “What?” You spin around after closing the chat window quickly. “I'm done with these levels you gave me if you want me to move on I can.” You simply nod, having gave Taehyung other games to work on. “Hey,” He rolls towards you, “I'm sorry about lunch. I know you liked that guy but it's better to find out early that he's a scum bag. Just between us, you didn't sleep with him, did you?” “That's none of your business. Just focus on your work.” You snap. Taehyung smirks at you causing your blood to boil, knowing he knows the answer to his question simply from your body language. After all these years he could still read you like a book. “I’m glad Jagi. He doesn’t deserve to know you intimately.” You snarl at him with anger in your eyes. “I never said we weren’t intimate. We just haven’t slept together. Did you think you’d be the only man in my life forever Kim Taehyung?” You stand grabbing your notes from your desk. “I’m going to drop these off. I’ll be back.” Taehyung stands with you. “I’ll come along.” He offers. “No! Thank you.” You throw your hand up causing him to take his seat. You release a proud huff and walk off towards Yoongi’s desk. You stand behind him for a moment and chuckle to yourself as you watch his leg shake frantically whilst he chews at his fingernails. “Nervous?” You whisper. He looks over towards you, dropping his hand from his mouth, and standing. He goes to reach for you but stops himself, looking around instead. “I’m sorry about lunch. I shouldn’t have said what I said. You deserve an explanation. I don’t want us to start things off on a bad foundation. I’m not a bad guy. If you just give me a chance to show you.” You lift your hand, pressing a finger to his lips to quiet him. “Now isn’t a good time for this. There’s too much going on and too many people around. Let’s talk later. You can drive me home.” He nods at you, pressing his lips into your finger. You hand him your notepad. “Levels 11 through 20 are done.” You say with a large grin. “You’re awesome. I’ll go over these now.” He takes the notepad and drops it on his desk. You turn to walk off but Yoongi grabs your hand, tugging you back. “No one's looking, kiss me, please. I want to feel your lips against mine.” You feel your face flush, darting your head around to see if indeed no one was looking. “I’m still mad at you.” You whisper, leaning towards him. “I know kitten, I know.” You gently press your lips to his, instantly swept up in his commanding mouth. You moan softly causing him to bite on your lip as you part. “I have to go. We’ll talk later.” You lick your lips, walking off.

At 5pm Yoongi arrives at your desk with notes in hand, “All done.” You look up at him with a small grin. “Wow. That was fast! I think one quick look at everything, and we may be ready to present to the boss for review week.” Yoongi nods, looking over at Taehyung who is clearly immersed in your conversation. “You guys make a great team!” Taehyung chimes in after a moment of silence. “Yeah well, it's time to go so, are you ready?” Yoongi asks you cautiously, side eyeing Taehyung. You nod, straightening out your desk before standing to leave. “Have a goodnight you two.” Taehyung smiles, waving you both off. You both get into the elevator and you can feel the tension building between you and Yoongi. “That was odd, no?” You ask. “It was. I don’t trust him. He’s up to something. I don’t think we should touch or talk much until we are out of the building.” Yoongi whispers. You nod, following behind him to his car. You both sit in silence for a while as he drives you home. “So, you wanted the chance to explain yourself.” You start. Yoongi sighs. “What I did with Taehyung’s fiancé, that was stupid. I truly had no clue who she was to him or you or any of this. She was beautiful and she flirted with me. I had already taken her to my place when she told me she had a boyfriend. I wanted to stop everything right then and there, but she was adamant about getting him back for cheating on her. She said she found things in his phone and she was really hurt. I guess I felt bad which is horrible to say and so I slept with her. It was after we, well you know, that she told me she was pregnant. She was only a few weeks then. She had just found out, she was emotional, embarrassed. I was so angry at her for not telling me before, not truly giving me an opportunity to say no in the matter. She said she knew I wouldn’t sleep with her if I knew. Look, I’m sorry. I get it if you don’t want to continue to see me or whatever. Just know my feelings for you haven’t changed.” You swallow hard, thinking about everything he just said. You wanted to be mad, hell you couldn’t help the fact that you were jealous, but in this moment, you could tell he was being honest, and you wanted nothing more than to forgive him. However, you had questions, so many questions. “You can ask me whatever you want kitten. I’m an open book for you.” He replies as if reading your mind. “Did you use protection?” He smirks at the question. “Of course, I did. I always use protection.” You nod. “Did you like it?” You immediately slap your forehead the minute the question leaves your mouth. He full on laughs now. “It's ok, don’t be embarrassed. Its normal to feel jealous. I’d be lying if I said Taehyung being around didn’t make me jealous.” You look over at him in confusion. “Really?” “Hell yeah really. He’s extremely handsome, and he’s literally the only man to have made love to you. Of course, I’m jealous.” You smile to yourself. “You don’t need to be jealous. I think your handsome, sexy even.” He smirks. “Thank you, kitten. To answer your question, full disclosure, yes, I enjoyed it but what man doesn’t really enjoy sleeping with a beautiful girl? Besides, it’s not how I enjoy being with you. It's different being with you. You make me feel like I can love again you know. Like there is more out there for me. Anyway, you don’t have to be jealous of anyone from my past. None of that matters for me. All I can think about is you, us.”

He pulls into your parking garage and parks, looking over at you. “Any other questions? Anything you want to just know?” “Do you want to come up? We can make up.” You lick your lips suggestively with a shrug. He chuckles, pressing his folded hands into his crotch. “I do but I won’t. Not yet kitten. It's not right just yet.” You reach your hand over, under his linked fingers, and palm his growing erection. He groans quietly and you feel your pussy moisten. “I want to make you feel good. What’s not right about that? I want to suck your cock daddy, please.” He sucks in a breath at your brazen comment. “Damn kitten, you shouldn’t tease me like that.” “I’m not teasing. God you don’t know how often I dream about you; how bad I want you? Do you wanna know what I dreamt about just last night?” You whisper, cupping Yoongi’s balls and giving them a good squeeze. You lean in and kiss his open pout softly, “Do you want me to show you daddy?” You moan into his mouth. He raises his hand into your hair and grips tightly, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You mewl at his desperation, reaching to undo his belt. He stops you, causing you to whimper. “Not yet baby but soon I promise. I want all of you, but it has to be right. When you’re ready to be mine completely.” You sit back in your seat and pout. “Don’t do that baby. You know how I find it irresistible.” He leans over and kisses you again, the same thought passing through your head; Be BRAVE.

You spring forward, sure not to break the kiss, climbing over the gear shift and into Yoongi’s lap. He moans as you dig your hands into his hair, tugging on his soft shaggy locks. He grips your waist tightly, dragging you along his erection. “This time we’re both gonna cum.” You tease, catching his bottom lip in your teeth and tugging. He groans at your sudden rough behavior, even you are surprised at yourself, but you needed him so badly. The thought of him leaving right now, jealously over another woman, and all the stress of having Taehyung around was slowly building up inside you and all you wanted was this man and the sweet release you knew he could bring you. You grind down shamelessly over and over in his lap, moaning out like a true kitten in heat. You feel yourself moisten under his heated gaze, his cheeks flushed, his hands only gripping tighter and tighter on your hips. “You need to know now; I’m not going to cum Kitten.” He pants. You smirk, unbuttoning your shirt to reveal your sheer bra. He looks over your breast, licking his lips at the sight of your hardened nipples pressing against their soft barrier. “You sure about that daddy?” You mewl, releasing one of your tits, tugging and twirling your bud in your hand. “Fuck.” He whispers, tossing his head back against the headrest. You feel his cock twitch beneath you and it only motivates you to grind harder against him. “You’re going to cum!” You almost threaten. He gives you a slick smile, leaning forward to plant kisses along your neck. Once he reaches your ear, he whispers softly to you, “Don’t test me kitten. You’re not in charge here.” You whimper at the feel of him bite down on your earlobe, slowly making his way back down your neck, collar bone, and to your exposed breast. He bites the bare flesh hard causing you to cry out. He soon suckles at the spot, creating a dark purple mark. “Yoongiiii, don’t.” You pout. “Mm, but you look so sexy with my mark on you. I’m going to have so much fun leaving marks all over you.” He teases, licking at your nipple through hooded eye lids. You groan at the sight, gasping at the feel of Yoongi shifting below you to press his thigh between your legs. “How about instead of stopping this all together, daddy lets you fuck yourself on his thigh? Let me see your gorgeous fucked out face.” He pants from between your cleavage, slowly rubbing his button nose between your mounds.

You lean back slightly, shoving your breast further into his face, feeling safe wrapped in his arms as you grind against his clenched thigh. Your clit burns with need as you press her firmly against him, grinding unabashedly once again. He soon begins panting with you, watching you closely as you bring yourself closer and closer to climax. Your core soon burns with your impending orgasm. You rock harder against him, feeling the car shake with your every motion. You notice the windows have fogged over, your belly tightening and your skin goosing. “That’s it baby, cum for daddy.” You throw your head back, hit with the hot waves of your climax. Your cunt trembles with every gasp and you can feel you’ve soaked through your dress pants. You slowly stop your movements and lower your head to meet Yoongi’s gaze. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Beautiful.” He declares, taking you by the mouth into a powerful kiss. “I want more. I want you.” You whisper into his mouth, tugging at his belt. He smirks. “Soon kitten. Very soon. I promise.” He kisses you on the cheek softly when a hard knock on the window causes you both to jump. You yank your shirt closed, leaping towards the passenger seat. “It’s ok kitten. Calm down.” You nod, frantically buttoning your shirt. Yoongi rolls down the window to find the parking attendant standing beside him. “Sir, do you live here?” “Uh, no, I was just dropping off my girlfriend who does live here.” “Alright well, there’s no loitering. So, I have to ask you to leave.” Yoongi nods, hitting the button to pull the window back up. “Girlfriend huh?” You smile. “Didn’t know what else to say. No pressure. I should get going though. I can pick you up in the morning. We can drive in to work together.” “I’d like that.” You nod, leaning over to kiss him again. “I’ll see you in the morning.” You go to leave but turn to Yoongi again. “We have to be careful at work. I’m afraid for you, for us. Taehyung isn’t going to let things go quietly. We should try to keep the peace.” He nods. “I know baby and I agree but let’s not worry about that. Let’s just get through this launch and soon he will be out of our hair. It's going to be ok. I promise.” You nod at Yoongi’s confidence, leaning in to kiss him goodbye once more. He rubs his fingers along your cheek gently and you exit the car and head up to your apartment.

The following morning, you’re beaming as you head downstairs to meet Yoongi. He’s parked out front, patiently waiting for you. “Morning.” You greet, hopping into the car. “Morning kitten!” He beams, leaning over to kiss you. He points to the cup holders between you and you smile wide at the sight of fresh coffee. “You’re too sweet but I think it was my turn to get the coffee this morning.” He shakes his head. “I'll never let you pay for anything again.” You blush a bit at his comment, hiding behind your coffee cup as you sip. “You look great by the way.” You take note of his dangling earrings, ripped blue jeans, black button down, and red and black bomber. He looks down at himself and shrugs. “You look better baby. God, I love those fucking cardigans.” You roll your eyes at him, yanking at the collar of your bright yellow buttoned up cardigan to reveal you’re not wearing a shirt underneath. He sucks in a breath before licking his lips. “Every day is a surprise with you Kitten. I gotta say I am enjoying discovering all your pretty layers. Never a dull moment.” You giggle now. “So, how was your evening? You know after you left me?” He smiles wide at your question, revealing his gums. “Didn't I tell you if you want to ask me something, you’re just going to have to come right out and ask it?” He gives you a sinful smile now. You feel your cheeks flush and you shrug. “Say what you need to say kitten.” You take a deep breath and release a slow sigh. “Did you make yourself cum thinking of me last night?” You whisper. “Did you want me to?” “You can't answer my question with a question.” You whine. He looks you over and you do your best to avoid eye contact. He grabs your chin now, forcing you to make eye contact with him. “I didn't,” He smirks, leaning to whisper in your ear, “I'm saving it all for your greedy cunt.” He straightens up, checking his mirrors before driving while you sit in shock, your pussy tightening with need. You begin to stutter but can't find the words. “Let's get going before we end up being late.” You swallow hard and just nod, collecting your thoughts. “We should maybe do something this weekend. I mean, outside the office, like normal people.” You clear your throat, nervously awaiting his response. “So, like a date?” He looks at you briefly, to wink and then back at the road. “Yeah, like a date. You can meet my cat.” “Oh, I’ve met your cat baby.” You suck your teeth, swatting at his arm, soliciting a cute chuckle from him. “I’m kidding baby, of course we can do something this weekend. Anything you want.” “Good, I’ll look into some things and let you know over lunch.” “You got it kitten.”

“Good morning you two.” Taehyung greets from Rebecca’s desk as you both approach. “I’ll see you at noon.” Yoongi whispers, tugging at your pinky before walking off to his desk. “Morning Tae. How was your evening?” You inquire, taking your seat. “Informative and yours?” You look at him now with suspicion in your eyes. “What’s going on Taehyung? You’ve been, I don’t know, too nice.” He purses his lips slightly and shrugs. “I don’t know what you mean Jagi. I’m sorry you feel that way.” “Don't bullshit me ok! You came in all guns blazing about how you were going to ruin Yoongi’s life and now suddenly, its great teamwork and good mornings? What's going on?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “You really need to calm down Jagi. You’re too wound up. I don’t ever recall you being this way when we were together.” He runs his fingers down your arm and you quickly swat his hand away. “Don't touch me.” He nods. “We should get to work. Lot’s to do today.” He turns to his computer, covering his ears with his headphones.

Y/L/N/Birth year: Taehyung is definitely up to something. In other news, I looked up and reserved a slot for us at the art museum. Not sure if you're into that stuff but I figure it would be fun. Saturday at noon, I know you're not an early bird. Let me know what you think.

Minyoon93: Hold onto your seat Kitten cause I have a huge surprise for you...I love art!! Ha-ha, I can't wait to spend the day with you. Sounds great to me! In other news (imagining your cute voice saying this), don’t stress the ex!! We can worry about him another time. He isn't significant. Lunch on me today. ;-*

Your heart beamed reading Yoongi’s message and you tried to remember the last time it was that you felt this enamored with someone. “Jagi,” Taehyung’s voice crawled up your spine like a snake, “I am all done with these levels also. What would you like me to start on next?” You turn to him and rummage through the items on Rebecca’s desk. “Peter is the graphics guy working with Rebecca on these levels, you can walk over your notes to him and then start on this next.” You hand him another thumb drive with a different game. He nods with a smile. “Is it ok to wait till the end of the day to drop it off? I want to give everything to him all at once.” “Sure. Whatever you’d like.” You smile and turn back to your desk, unable to shake the nagging feeling that something is wrong.

At just about 10am, you receive an email from the boss about a ‘Launch Team Lunch’ at noon. “There go my lunch plans.” You whisper to yourself. At just before noon, you make your way to the conference room, where there is a huge spread of sushi and salad for the team. “Hey there gorgeous.” Yoongi whispers in your ear. You turn to face him, and he winks at you. “Guess we will have to settle for seeing each other after work.” You whisper to him. He nods, grabbing some food and following you to the table to sit down. Your boss soon enters. “Welcome team! I am happy to announce that many of you have finished the levels that you have been working on and I am beyond proud of the work we have all come together to accomplish. With that being said, please take this lunch as just a token of my appreciation. Monday is final review, Wednesday is submission day, and Friday will be a fabulous launch party. Everyone is invited!” Everyone in the conference room erupts into applause at the news. “I am very excited to get this game out to the public and the higher ups are excited to close this deal! Y/N! Yoongi! Amazing teamwork, you two were the first two to get everything done so I am most proud of the two of you. I expected nothing less. Yoongi, please stay after work today for your annual review. That’s all people, enjoy lunch and let's get this game to launch!” Everyone claps again as the boss exits the room. “Should I be concerned about this review?” You lean over and ask Yoongi. He shakes his head, shoving a roll in his mouth. “Same thing every year. Work on your lateness, be more respectful of your workplace, keep up the good work. Its fine kitten. Don’t worry.” He swallows with a nod. You nod with him but again can't shake this feeling. “How will you get home?” He breaks through your thoughts, wiping his mouth. You chuckle, “Uh, public transportation, same way I did before you started driving me.” “Alright, well, I’ll call you later after I’m done here and pick you up tomorrow for our date.” “Sounds like a plan.” “Wanna sneak out? Go to my car? We have some time left and I can go for some dessert.” He licks his lips, looking up at you from under his bangs. “What are you thinking? The coffee shop.” You say brightly, sitting up. He smiles at you and shakes his head. “Come. Let’s go.” He gets up and walks out, you following behind him. You both move quickly out of the office and to the elevators, making your way through the garage to Yoongi’s car. You walk over to passenger side and furrow your brow at Yoongi who makes his way behind you. “What are you doing?” He raises his eyebrows, opening the back door and taking you by the hand to lead you to the back seat. You can’t help but laugh as he helps you take a seat, looking around before he climbs in beside you. “Yoongi, what are we doing? I thought you wanted to grab dessert.” He tilts his head at you as realization crosses your face. “Lie back baby.” He whispers. You slide back slightly and lie across the back seat. Yoongi looks over your body, turning to lean on his knees, grabbing your right leg and crossing it to the other side of his body. “Yoongi.” You swallow hard, feeling yourself clench around nothing. “Shh, I got you baby.” He says, gripping your thigh to pull your body down towards his. You squeal a bit as he covers your body with his, wrapping his lips around yours.

You moan wrapping your arms around his neck while shoving your tongue in his mouth. He slides his hand up and gently squeezes your breast before making his way back down your body, his hands playfully exploring your body, landing on the button of your dress pants. He unbuttons them with ease, tugging down the zipper, and pushing his hand into them to squeeze your thick mound. You groan, thrusting forward, desperate for friction. He soon lifts his hand up slightly to tuck his hand into your panties, gliding his middle finger along your slit. “Damn kitten. I haven’t even touched you yet and already you’re soaked.” He licks at your earlobe. “God, you don’t know how bad I want you.” You tremble under his touch. He chuckles against your ear, making his way to your neck, using his slender fingers to part your lips to coat his tips in your arousal. He pulls his fingers from your pants and shoves them in his mouth. “Delicious.” He pants, lifting off you to tug your pants and panties off. You gasp at the cold seat touching your ass. He continues to yank until the garments are off completely, sinking between your legs. “Oh, fuck, Yoongi! People will see us.” You try lifting your head until you feel Yoongi glide his tongue through your slit. “Oh fuck!” You cry out. Yoongi grips your thighs, latching on to your needy clit and slurping luridly on it. You cry out curses amazed at how quickly you can foresee this ending. He soon wiggles his head, using his nose to dig deeper into your cunt. You moan and groan as he bobs his head up and down your inner and outer folds, nibbling and suckling until he finds your entrance.

Your back arches as he growls, quickly entering you with his tongue, fucking you with rapid thrusts. You slowly begin to grind against his face, spreading your legs wide with the desperate need to have your clit massaged. Yoongi picks up on your cues and begins to suck your labia into his mouth, slowly making his way back up to your swollen bud. He looks up at you as he wraps his mouth around your clit again. You cry out under his gaze, the sweet feeling of figure eights activating all your nerve ending. He pants against your sex switching now between figure eights and suckling, sending your senses to over drive as you feel your walls clench and your belly tighten. “I’m gonna cum soon daddy. It feels so fucking good.” He smirks against your pussy, bringing a hand over to slowly dip his first two fingers in and out of your entrance while still servicing your clit. Your thighs begin to shake with the feeling of that coil deep inside you twisting tightly. “Daddy.” You pant over and over, your eyes rolling back when you feel him enter you fully with his fingers, curling them to meet your g-spot. Your coil soon shatters, a scream escaping your throat, your body trembling uncontrollably with the most intense orgasm coursing through you. Yoongi continues to rub and kiss your cunt until your body stops trembling, only lifting his head when you’ve seemed to calm. “How’s that for more?” He smiles, licking your arousal from his face. “That was amazing.” You lull, giggling with your hands over your face. He grabs your pants and assist you in putting them on in the tight space. You soon lean over to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

“When do I get to repay the favor?” You ask, reaching down between his thighs. He catches your hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss. “Soon baby.” He says, looking to his watch. “Why won't you let me do anything to you?” He looks at you confused. “You do so much to me baby.” “I mean fuck you. Suck you off. Jerk you off anything.” He laughs wide, his face dropping when he realizes you’re not joking around. “Oh kitten, come on. I just want to enjoy you. Besides, why do we need to rush? You really do, do so much to me and for me that’s enough.” You scoff. Exiting the car. Yoongi soon follows behind you. “Kitten, please, don’t be upset.” “You don’t want me to touch you. Why?” You poke his chest now. “I do, believe me I do. I want all of you. Do you think I don’t want to be inside of you already? I just want it to be right.” “You’re hiding something, and I am sick to death of people hiding things from me.” You start to stomp off, stopping for a minute when you hear something clatter in the distance. “What was that?” You whisper. “What,” Yoongi asks, looking around, “I didn’t hear anything.” You roll your eyes and continue to the elevators. “Kitten, I promise, it’s not what you think. Please, trust me ok. I would never hurt you or hide anything from you on purpose.” You shrug and look him over. “Whatever.” He sighs, pinching his nose as the elevator doors open and you both enter. He swallows hard, looking up at the cameras, “I promise kitten. It's nothing bad. I really like you. Please, don’t be upset with me. Say you’re not mad or else I’m going to kiss you right here and now in this elevator and I don’t care who sees.” You look at him with narrowed eyes. He lifts his head to the cameras again then to you, raising his brows. You sigh. “That’s blackmail you know.” He shrugs. “Fine. I’m not mad. I do trust you. It's just…waiting sucks.” He nods and smiles just as the elevator opens on your floor. “The wait is almost over. I’ll call you tonight kitten.” You nod at him, heading to your desk.

You sigh to yourself, noticing Taehyung missing from his desk, wondering if he is in the conference room grabbing food for himself. You look over your cubicle to see if you catch a glimpse of him down the hall. “What are we looking for?” His voice creeps from behind you. You yelp at his unexpected pop up. “Where were you?” You question, holding your chest. “Grabbing lunch.” He smiles, holding up a delivery bag. He walks past you and plops down in Rebecca’s seat, unloading his lunch. You eye him suspiciously before taking your own seat and continuing your last minute projects.

Minyoon93: Get home safe Kitten.

Y/L/N/Birth year: You too. Can’t wait to have naughty phone sex later. LOL.

Minyoon93: O_O I’ll be sure to make this thing brief.

You log off soon after and head home. By 7:30pm you’ve showered, ate, fed Frenchie, and are on your bed waiting for Yoongi’s call.

*8:00pm*

*8:45pm*

*10:20pm*

“Alright, what the hell?” You mumble, picking up the phone and calling Yoongi instead. It rings and ring until, “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi…” *BEEP* “Hey its me. Um, I guess your meeting ran late or something and I’m sure you’re exhausted. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I guess around 10ish. We can grab coffee. My treat! Um, have a goodnight and I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, sorry, I said that already. Hope you’re OK. I’m sure you are. OK. Goodnight. Bye.” You sigh deeply, hanging up the phone, lying back in bed with a heavy feeling in your chest. Would he really not call if he said he was going to? Oh well, he would surely explain in the morning.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP *

You rise early to get in a shower and get pretty for your first date in forever. After checking your phone, you see no missed calls but either way its no big deal to you. By 10am, with no call or sign of Yoongi you decide to call again. “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi….” *BEEP* “Hey sleepy head! I hope you set an alarm. I don’t want to miss our time slot so I think I’ll just head over to the museum and just meet you there. When you get this just go straight to the museum. See you soon. Bye.”

11:45am and still no sign of Yoongi, you clear your throat of the giant lump forming as you make one final attempt at reaching out. “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi…” *BEEP* “You know if you didn’t want to come on the date you could’ve just told me instead of standing me up. Anyway, sorry to, I don’t know why I’m apologizing. Goodbye Yoongi.” You hang up and walk up to a couple making their way towards the entrance. “Excuse me! Did you guys get tickets yet?” “Not yet.” The young lady says. “Well, you’re in luck. I won’t make it in. Enjoy.” You hand over your tickets and smile wide as they thank you and walk off.

*Mreooowwwwww*

Frenchie greets you as you walk through your front door, tears streaming down your face. You plop down on your couch unable to stop the sobs that escape your throat. Frenchie hops up on the couch beside you, rubbing her body against your side to comfort you. Soon your phone buzzes and you shoot forward, yanking it out of your pocket. You suck your teeth as it lights up with the name Kim Taehyung. “What do you want?” You seethe into the phone. “Hello to you too! I just wanted to check in and see if you wanted to grab lunch.” You rub fresh tears from your eyes, silent on your end. “Jagi? You there?” “Where’s your wife?” You hear Taehyung chuckle. “Fiancé and she is at her parents' home. I told you we fought. She’s been taking time away. Anyway, it's just a lunch among friends. What do you say?” “I’m not in the mood but thank you.” *MREOOWWW* “Is that Frenchie? I’d love to see her. I could come by, bring mandu. What do you say?” You take a deep breath, mulling the idea over in your head. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a good idea.” “Oh, come on. What do you have other plans? I’ll be by in about an hour. See you soon Jagi!” He hangs up before you can continue to protest.

In exactly one hour, he arrives with food in hand.  “Hi Jagi. You look nice. Did you go out?” He observes you in one glance as he enters. “I went for a walk this morning.” He drops the bag on the table and slides out of his coat, looking around the apartment, his eyes lighting up when he sees Frenchie hop up on the counter. “Hello my love.” He mews, walking over to her. Her eyes shrink as she hops on her hind legs, front paws in the air.... *HISSSSSSSSS*…. She drops down to the ground and scurries off to your bedroom. “What on earth was that?” He looks over at your bedroom in confusion. “You know she's temperamental. Besides, it's been a while since she last saw you. Just come eat.” You grumble, already helping yourself to a mouthful. Taehyung takes a seat across from you and reaches down to grab your foot from the ground. You flinch instinctively but he holds on tightly, slowly beginning to rub your foot. “Don't,” You whine, “It's inappropriate.” “Because of Yoongi?” He asks causing your heart to jump at the sound of Yoongi’s name. “Because of your soon to be wife!” You shout, yanking your foot from his grasp. “Its never stopped us before.” He smirks suggestively. You scoff, sitting up straighter in your seat. “What happened to wanting to do right by her?” He shakes his head. “You really know how to ruin a moment.” He says, focusing on his plate. You stand and head into the kitchen to grab water, taking a moment to calm your nerves, when you feel Taehyung press his chest against your back. He nuzzles into your hair, running his hand down your arm, slowly trailing kisses down your neck. You release a low sigh, exposing more of your neck for him, losing yourself in the moment. “Yoongi.” You whisper, feeling Taehyung’s body stiffen, his kisses stopping. He spins you to face him and you swallow hard reality hitting you. “He’s never going to touch you again Jagi. Not while I’m around. He doesn’t know you like I do. You’re caught under his spell, his ridiculous charm, but it’s all a façade. Let me show you that I can be all you want and need.” He kisses your lips softly, moving to your earlobe and placing a soft kiss there. “I can be your daddy.” You heart seizes in your chest. “What did you say?” You pull away from him. “What,” He replies puzzled, “Is something wrong?” You shove him away fully. “You need to leave Taehyung. I’m sorry but you have to go.” He shoves his hands in his pocket looking you over, giving a small nod. As he pulls on his jacket, he smiles at you, moving toward you to run his thumb along your bottom lip. “Your mine Jagi. Always and forever. I’ll see you Monday.” He turns and leaves not waiting for you to walk him out.

“Hello! Where have you been? I've been worried sick about you. Why didn't you call?” “I'm so sorry kitten…. I…. We…. just….” “What? I can't hear you. You're coming in and out. Yoongi? Hello?”

*BEEP BEEP BEEP *

You wake to your alarm with a gasp, snatching your phone from your side table to see no missed calls. You hop out of bed with a fire under your ass so great that you are showered and ready to go in 45 minutes. You opt for a skirt today with a low-cut tank top assisted by your best push up bra and a cardigan on top, open for dramatics. You arrive at work promptly at 9am and head straight to the conference room for your final submission to the boss. Your palms are sweaty as you anticipate Yoongi’s arrival. The door opens behind you and your boss walks in, assistant in tow. “Good morning Y/N, I see Yoongi is late but what's new?” You give a tight smile, your leg shaking frantically. At 9:15am, Yoongi strolls in and your cunt nearly bursts at the sight of him. He's wearing skintight black jeans and a white button down that's clinging to his damp chest, even his hair is damp, and you can't help noticing the bags under his eyes. He walks past you, sure to not make eye contact and takes a seat. “Yoongi, we just spoke about lateness.” Your boss scolds. “I apologize.” Yoongi grumbles. You suck your teeth and chuckle at his apology causing both Yoongi and your boss to look at you. “Something funny?” Yoongi snaps. “Just your blatant disregard for the people around you. Other than that, nope nothing.” You snarl. “You missed some buttons on that cardigan mother Teresa.” He clips, turning to face your boss. “Alright enough you two! Now, I’ve reviewed your work and it's amazing. All the kinks are out, and it's been approved by upper management. You guys have been greenlighted. So, you no longer have to work together. I am sure that makes you both happy. Great job to you both! I was very impressed by your dynamic so I may call on you two again to team up in the future. Now, get to work on the other projects you were working on and I will see you both at the launch party. Have a great day!” Your boss applauds you both as he walks out of the room, his assistant in tow. Yoongi sighs, standing to leave, as he walks toward the door you jump up and block his way. “Excuse me." He says dryly, eyeing your cleavage before looking away.

Your eyes shoot open at his disregard for your feelings. “You bastard!” You watch him swallow hard, but he says nothing. “I called you! I waited for you! I went to the museum like an idiot thinking you’d show! I was worried sick about you, and you come in today like what, like you don’t even know me? You owe me an explanation Min Yoongi!” You shout. His eye sink and cheeks flush. “I’m sorry but I shouldn’t have agreed to the date. Its better this way. Clean break.” Your breathing quickens and you begin to stutter. “I, clean break for who? I… I don’t understand. We, the car, and you, all those things you said. How could you do this to me? I let you touch me in ways no man has ever!” “Yeah well, there was a reason I never let you touch me ok and I just think it's better if we end things now before they get out of hand. Don’t make things harder than they need to be.” He snaps. You stutter, stumbling back a bit, reaching for a chair to steady yourself. His face softens and he moves toward you, taking you by the arm. “Hey, ok, wait. Take a deep breath, just relax ok.” You can’t help yourself; you lean towards him and fall into his arms. He tenses at first but slowly hugs you tightly, stroking your hair. “I don’t understand. Why are you doing this? I know you don’t mean this Yoongi. I know you care about me, about us.” You whisper into his chest.

“I’m sorry kitten but I don’t. I lied to you ok. I, I just wanted to fuck you.” You jump back, staring at what feels like a stranger. “Liar! If that was true, we would've fucked that first day, but we never did.” You cry, not bothering to stop the tears from falling. “Why do I need to lie? You practically threw yourself at me that day and I mean I’m a man. Why would I say no? Things were moving slow and I wanted to respect that, besides we had to make the most of working together but once I saw how caught up you got on me, well, honestly, I didn’t really want to get caught up in a relationship if you catch my drift. It was fun while it lasted kitten.” He scratches at the back of his neck, looking down at the ground to avoid eye contact. ‘Perfect,’ you think to yourself as you cock your hand back and slap him hard across the face. Shock spreads across his face quickly as your handprint forms on his fair complexion. His rubs his cheek, nodding, and looking up at you with tears burning in his eyes. “Feel better now?” “I’d feel better to kick you right in the balls you piece of shit! I should've never let you touch me! You’re a pig Min Yoongi. You took advantage of me when you knew all along you had no intention of moving things further. I opened myself up to you. You should be ashamed of yourself! You’re just the same as Kim Taehyung. Lying snakes, the both of you.” You shout. “One day you'll know that's not true.” He responds, walking past you now, leaving you to cry alone.

“Morning Jagi. You ok? You look, drab?” You stare daggers at Taehyung as you enter your cubicle. You sit down at your desk, putting on your headphones and drowning him out. You spend the rest of the day this way. At the end of the night, you hop into the elevator to go home, sighing with relief as the doors begin to close. A hand catches the door before it can close completely and Yoongi walks in. He nods at you briefly and focuses on his phone. The elevator goes to close once more as another hand catches it. Taehyung enters and the two men give each other hateful looks. This time the elevator makes its way down. “So, Jagi, maybe I can stop by again to see you and Frenchie. I had fun this weekend with you. I missed spending time with you.” You cringe at his remark as you catch Yoongi look over at you both from the corner of his eye. You swallow nervously not sure how to respond. “Maybe.” You reply weakly. Yoongi scoffs, scrolling through his phone again. Taehyung looks over at Yoongi and stares at him suspiciously. “Can I help you?” Yoongi asks, never looking up from his phone. “Why are you leaving so early? Hot date?” Taehyung inquires and you feel your heart thrash in your chest. “No why? You offering,” Yoongi looks up now at Taehyung and then over at you, “Or is this a thing again?” Your eyes pop open. “No way! Taehyung is married.” You reply in shock. Yoongi nods, not breaking his gaze. “This is us Jagi.” Taehyung interjects as the elevator reaches the lobby. You nod, still looking at Yoongi as you exit.

“You should really stay away from that guy. Besides I hear he’s fooling around with a woman in graphics.” Taehyung says while opening the lobby door. “Who told you that?” “My father in law. He says he saw them canoodling at his desk, all giggles and whispers. I told he’s no good Jagi.” “You know your father in law is a liar. I wouldn’t go believing all the things he says. I have to go. Have a goodnight.” You hurry off down the street, pulling your phone out and dialing Yoongi’s phone. It rings and your heart pounds. “You have reached the voicemail box of Min Yoongi.” *BEEP* “You know if you were fooling around with someone else you could’ve told me. What’s her name? Did she know about me? I wish I never did those things with you. I hate you Min Yoongi!” You hang up and release an anguished shout.

The following day Taehyung convinces you to go to lunch with him. As he goes on and on about work and the launch and how much he is going to miss working with you, you feel your mind wander. You sit silently trying to recall all your moments with Yoongi, wondering what you missed, had it all been a lie? “Jagi.” You turn to face Taehyung with a hum and he leans in and plants a kiss on your lips. Your eyes pop open and you shove him away. “What are you doing?” “Were you even listening? I said I miss you and I still love you.” You begin to stutter, feeling your face flush, looking around for a waitress to come save you from this moment. As you scan the room you lock eyes with Yoongi, who’s staring at you from the register, food in hand. He looks almost defeated as he turns and walks out of the restaurant. “I... I don’t feel the same Taehyung. How can you even say these things, you’re getting married!” “I know but that doesn’t mean we have to stop seeing each other does it?” You cover your mouth to keep from gagging. “Oh, Taehyung. You are so pathetic for thinking that I could ever be someone’s second choice. This is done, for good. We can keep things professional but that’s it.” He shakes his head hard. “That’s not how this works Jagi. You are mine! Forever!” Your brow furrows at his reaction. “I belong to no one! Goodbye Kim Taehyung. I will see you back at the office.” You get up to leave and Taehyung jumps up shouting, “Hey! I’ll give you time to cool off, but I’d steer clear of pissing me off Jagi. I promise you’ll regret it.” You look around at the patrons all staring at you and leave.

Thursday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

Yoongi shuffles in his seat, staring over the conference room table at Y/N. He groans under his breath staring at her soft mounds poke out the top of her tank top with every deep breath she pulls in. Every day this week she’s worn less and less. He rests his interlocked hands in his lap to hide his growing cock as it twitches in his jeans. She looks over at him through her peripheral vision and Yoongi can’t help but sit taller. She sits forward a bit and peels her cardigan off, exposing her lean arms. Yoongi sighs, unsure of how much more of this he can take. He knows she’s teasing him, wanting a reaction and boy if she only knew how he truly felt. How badly he just wanted to hop over this table and claim her mouth, just the thought of her gagging on his cock sent shivers down his spine, he was so tired of waiting. He had planned to make Saturday so special, it killed him to watch her cry on Monday as he lied about his feelings. Crushed him to know she was spending time with Taehyung.  Taehyung, that bastard, the one who started all this trouble, the reason for all this grief. Yoongi’s eyes scanned the room, stopping on Taehyung who lingered in the back of the conference room. He growled to himself, wishing his looks could kill right now as he stared pure death at Taehyung. Taehyung immediately feels Yoongi’s hatred, looking over and locking eyes with him. He gives Yoongi a smug grin before turning away. The same grin he gave Yoongi that night that changed it all for Him and Y/N. If only he could tell her the truth. He was doing this all for her.

Last Friday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

“Yoongi as you know you are an integral part of the team and we are happy to have you working here at the company! I have no real complaints about your work. I just need you to work on your lateness. As a part of said team you need to show up on time, all the time. The people who are here on time don’t like watching you stroll in like you own the place, got it? So, if you do me any favors this year, let that be it. Other than that, I have been speaking with upper management and we want to offer you a new position here, head of graphics, an increase in pay of 25%. I know it's a lot to ask but I hope you’ll say yes.” Yoongi’s eyes shoot open and he leans forward, clearing his throat. “Wow, I am in shock sir. I honestly didn’t think you liked me.” The boss laughs loudly, slamming his hand on the table. “This isn't personal Yoongi. I like that you make me money and you're one of the best graphics guys around. You think I'd let you go off to some other company over petty nonsense or rumors? Look, take some time to mull it over. We can talk about it at launch. I have nothing else to cover. Do you have any questions for me?” “Uh no sir. Thank you.” Yoongi nods. “Alright then, have a great weekend!” The boss stands, tapping Yoongi on the shoulder on the way out. Yoongi sits for a moment alone, smiling wide at the offer he’s been given. He can't wait to call Y/N and tell her. He pulls his phone out of his pocket just as the conference room door opens.

“Good news?” Taehyung asks, walking in and taking a seat across from Yoongi. Yoongi sighs, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “As a matter of fact, it was.” Yoongi replies, standing now to leave. “Uh, before you go. I think we should talk.” Taehyung kicks his feet up on the conference room table. “And what would we ever need to talk about?” “Y/N.” Taehyung replies plainly. Yoongi scoffs, leaning on his hip and scratching his forehead. “When are you going to get it through your head? She doesn’t want to be with you. She’s moved on. Get over it, don’t you have someone to go home to?” Yoongi shakes his head in annoyance and turns to walk out again. “I hacked your computer. You wouldn’t believe what I found on there.” Yoongi freezes at Taehyung’s statement, turning to face him. “You're talking shit.” Yoongi drawls. “You sure about that.... daddy?” Yoongi’s face drops and he leans over the table. “Don't fuck with me Taehyung.” “On the contrary, don’t fuck with ME,” Taehyung drops his feet down off the table and sits upright, “Even better don’t fuck with my girl.” Yoongi laughs out loud. “Your girl? You're delusional and I'm done entertaining you.” Yoongi walks off, only stopping dead at the sound of Y/N’s soft moans, “I need your hands on me, right here, in my tight hole. I want to cum on your fingers. Please.... daddy.” Yoongi feels his blood boil. “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch.” Yoongi warns, racing to reach Taehyung who scurries to the other side. “It's intriguing to me that you would remove these from the main interface but keep them on your personal hard drive. I mean, I understand why of course. Even I rubbed one out a few times watching her come undone.” He laughs, running away from Yoongi as he tries to reach for Taehyung again, “I know what you’re going to say, it was your personal computer and I had no right, but you had it right there on your desk for any ole body to just grab. I couldn’t resist. Tell me friend how does she taste? It's been a while. Is she still as sweet as I remember?”

Yoongi growls, running at full speed, catching Taehyung by the throat. “I dare you to talk about her like that again.” He says through clenched teeth. Taehyung laughs, straining to speak “I don’t think you understand your position in this situation friend. I’m the one with the power here not you. Now, if you don’t want me to release that video or anything else to everyone in this office, including my father-in-law, you best let me go.” Yoongi squeezes harder before releasing Taehyung, who drops to the ground coughing. “What do you want for them? Money?” Yoongi asks. “No, I don’t want your money. I want her. So, what I want from you Yoongi, is to stop seeing her.” “Not gonna happen.” “Then I release everything, including your hot and heavy backseat session this afternoon.” Yoongi cocks back to punch Taehyung, who ducks down, walking backwards while speaking once more, “Or, you can break her heart now, walk away, and never see her again. It’s your choice.” “How could you ever say you love her and be willing to do this to her?” Yoongi asks, dropping his fist. “I’m doing this because I love her and because you don’t deserve her. So, do we have a deal?” Taehyung ask, putting his hand out for Yoongi to shake. Yoongi could feel the sting of tears in the back of his eyes. He didn’t want to give her up, but he cared about her too much to allow her life to be ruined because of his carelessness. “Promise not to hurt her or release the videos and we have a deal.” He whispers, shaking Taehyungs hand, sealing his fate.

Thursday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

The meeting was over, and everyone was filing out one by one. Yoongi sprung up quickly to follow behind Y/N like a loyal puppy as she made her way over to the employee lounge. Yoongi popped a K-cup into the Keurig to make it seem as if he had reason to be in the lounge as well, watching her out the corner of his eye as she heated her morning coffee in the microwave. “What?” She snaps causing Yoongi to freeze in his spot. His brows shoot up towards the sky as he cautiously turns with a shrug. “What?” He throws back. “You keep staring at me. Why? What is it? If you have something to say just say it.” She spat at him. He had a million things to say, he just couldn’t say them. She shook her head at him as the microwave beeped. “Coward.” She says under her breath. “Tease.” He replies under his, unable to help himself. “Excuse me?” “You heard me. I know what you’re doing. Taehyung would be really upset to know you’re dressing like this to get a rise out of me.” She laughs out loud and it’s the sweetest thing Yoongi thinks he’s ever heard. “Fuck Taehyung and fuck you too.” She says with a sip of her coffee, heading for the exit. “Promise.” Yoongi grumbles. She scoffs, walking straight over to Yoongi, pressing her full breast into his chest. He bites down on his lip, gripping the counter behind him to keep himself from ravaging her right there. “You had your chance Min Yoongi and you ruined it. To think I was ready to lay it out for you raw in the back seat of your car. Silly me.” She whispers, pressing her body into his harder. Yoongi groans, leaning forward, so turned on by her, so desperately in need of her lips around his. She pouts at him, a sly smile creeping across her face before she licks his bottom lip. She soon digs her hands in his hair pulling him into a deep kiss, taking command of his mouth. She bites and sucks at his lips before suckling and swirling her tongue around his like a woman mad. When she breaks the kiss he leans forward, mouth open desperately trying to catch her tongue against his again, but she simply walks away with a giggle. “Enjoy your blue balls…. Daddy.” Yoongi can’t help but chuckle, feeling his pants tighten around his cock. She was going to be the end of him but if it meant he could have her then he was more than eager for his demise.

*LAUNCH DAY*

You stood before your mirror dressed in the skimpiest outfit you could find, a red mini dress with drape neck front. You unfortunately couldn’t wear a bra because the dress had your entire back exposed, but it didn’t bother you much. It was the exact look you were going for. You put on black strappy heels and to add just an extra bit of fuck you to your look you put on Yoongi’s diamond crusted choker. You look yourself over once more, nodding at the way the dress hugs your curves. “This is it.” You say to Frenchie, who is lapping at her nether regions with no shame. You add a bit of lip gloss and hail a cab.

You arrive at the event space, heading inside quickly to avoid the camera’s snapping photos outside. You grab a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking about and move about the party in search of a familiar face. Your heart begins slamming against its cage at the sight of Yoongi leaning against the windows, drinking you in. How long had he been there, you wondered, watching you? He looked amazing in all black with gold and silver designs glittering from his bomber jacket. You moaned to yourself, wishing you could walk over and latch onto his pout. You release a sigh and turn so your back side is facing him, looking over your shoulder briefly to see his sly smile. You bite your lip to keep from laughing out loud and walk off. “Y/N,” Your boss shouts greeting you with a smile, “My goodness, you are quite the sight tonight! Come we are all gathering in the back for a quick huddle.” “Sure.” You walk towards the back and light up at the sight of Rebecca in full on mermaid dress. She squeals when she sees you. “Oh my god! You look fabulous! I said be brave not shameful!” She laughs hugging you. “How are the kids? Is everything ok?” “Yes, thank goodness! How are you? I need to know everything. I saw Taehyung hanging about. What the hell is that about?” You roll your eyes. “Girl it is a long story to say the least. We need a weekend to fill in the blanks. I am just happy you're back. I missed you so much!” She hugs you again tightly. “And what about Hades over there?” She giggles. You look over to see Yoongi staring at you again. “I don't know,” You shrug, “It was good until it wasn’t. I am terrible at dating and picking guys it seems.” “Oh shush. It's not you, its them! It's too bad it didn’t work out with him. He looks like he eats pussy well.” Your eyes pop open and you both burst out laughing. “Be quiet! I'm sure he can hear you!” “Who cares?”

“Alright! Gather around everyone! I just want to take a moment to say how happy and proud I am that we were all able to come together and make this launch happen on such short notice! It truly speaks to the type of team we are and how well we all work together. Of all the gaming companies in all the world, I’ve got the best one! So, enjoy tonight, get drunk, get laid, just don’t let me hear about on Monday! Hear, Hear!” Your boss finishes his speech with a raise of his glass, and everyone hoots and hollers in response taking sips from their cups. You excuse yourself and tell Rebecca you are heading to the restroom, feeling a grab on the back of your arm. You turn to face Yoongi. “You look amazing.” “Thanks. You look good too.” He smiles and gives a nod before looking around. “Looking for someone?” You chime in, bringing his focus back to you. “No, you, always you. Tell me, did you dress like this for me or Taehyung?” He lifts his hand up to run his fingertips along the choker around your neck. “For myself.” You say with attitude, slapping his hand away. He nods. “So, you're over me then huh? Are you and Taehyung back together?” Your heart drops watching the sadness spread across his face. “You are truly an enigma Min Yoongi. You dumped me remember? What even is this? Guilt? Ego? I honestly can't do this with you. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the restroom.” You turn and walk off. You push the door for the restroom and feel someone shove you in. “What the hell?” You spin and are met by Yoongi’s desperate lips. You melt into him, moaning into the kiss. He pulls away, looking you over, “What if I could fix everything? What if I had a solution to all our problems? All I need is to know that you still have feelings for me, that things haven't changed between us. Tell me kitten, do you still want me?” “Yoongi, you hurt me. All those things you said, they were awful....” “Do you? Yes or no?” He demands, cutting you off. You stutter a bit, feeling his arms tighten around you in the safest hug you’ve ever felt. “Yoongi. Of course, I still have feelings for you. I don’t think I ever stopped.” A small smile spreads across his face. “I’m gonna fix it baby. I’ll make it right. I promise. I’m so sorry I hurt you. I can make it better.” He kisses you again and you swear you feel all his emotion in this one kiss. He pulls away and hurries out of the bathroom. “Wait! What do you mean?” You yell but he is already gone.

You do your business and exit the restroom in search of Yoongi. “Have you seen Yoongi?” You ask passersby, making your way through the party. You finally catch up to Rebecca “Have you seen Yoongi?” You ask her. “Yeah, for a minute,” she looks around, “He grabbed the boss and walked off. Not sure where though. Is everything ok?” “Yeah, just something he said to me about fixing things. I just wanted to know what he meant.” She hums in contemplation. “Well don’t just stand here girl get your man.” You blink at her for a moment until she snaps her fingers in front of your face, urging you to go. You hurry along and bump right into the boss who looks lost in thought. “Oh, Y/N, sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” “That’s alright. Have you seen Yoongi?” “Unfortunately, I have, he just quit.” “What?” You shout. “Yes, and I am very unhappy. If you’ll excuse me. I have to go find Taehyung.” He walks off like a man on a mission. “Taehyung?” You whisper to yourself, quietly following behind your boss. He spots Taehyung in the crowd, grabbing him by the back of the arm and leading him into the kitchen area. You sneak in behind a waiter, crouching down behind a counter, to snoop in on your boss and Taehyung. “Is it true? Are you blackmailing Yoongi?” The boss growls.

Taehyung’s brow furrows as he searches your bosses face for a bluff. “I’m not sure of what he told you sir, but he’s been breaking company policy by having interoffice relations with…” “I don’t give a fuck what he’s doing, and you shouldn’t either!” Your boss shouts, a gasp escaping your lips. “Do you have any idea what blackmail can do to a company like ours? You think people give a fuck about two consenting adults fucking after hours? Have you lost your mind? Your concern should be my daughter who has been staying with me and my wife for over a month while you worry yourself with Y/N and Min Yoongi! Is it true she is your ex?” He questions now, pacing a bit. Your heart slams heavily in your chest. “Is it? Answer me goddammit!” He shouts causing Taehyungs jaw to clench. “Yes.” Your boss growls into the space, his voice echoing back. “So, lets add conflict of interest to the list of shit you’ve dropped in my lap. You’re fired do you hear me. Your only concern from here on out is my daughter and the child she carries. If I ever hear about you or Y/N or Min Yoongi I swear to god, I’ll end you. Now delete any content you have pertaining to the two of them and put this thing to bed. Do you understand me?” “I don’t love her anymore, your daughter, or maybe I never did.” Taehyung responds lifting his head high. Your boss nods, running his hand through his hair before grabbing Taehyung by the collar tightly, pulling him close to his face. “I don’t give a shit if you love her or not. You will marry my daughter and be a good and loyal husband. My grandchild will not be a bastard nor my daughter a harlot. You were in love enough to do the deed, now seal the deal you coward. I expect my daughter home by Monday. Am I understood?” Taehyung nods and your boss releases him, marching off.

“Did you enjoy the show Jagi?” Taehyung says, fixing his suit, looking over in the direction of where you are hiding. You pop up quickly and just stare at him. “You left your wife? And what did he mean content? Were you keeping things on me?” You feel your face flush at the thought of what he could have. “I told you we had a fight and she left. I also told you I loved you still. I thought I was over you but seeing you with him, well, it drove me mad. How could you let him touch you like that? Keep videos of what you two do together. Let him taint you like some whore.” “How dare you,” You say, moving towards him, “You are a horrible excuse for a man. I would rather be his whore than your dirty little secret.” You turn to leave but he grabs your arm, yanking you back. “Let me go.” You shout. “I won’t let him have you. You’re mine or no ones.” He warns, gripping your arm tightly. “Hey asshole!” Rebecca shouts, causing you and Taehyung to look up. She clocks him dead in the nose, breaking it. The blood immediately begins to stream down his face. He pinches his bridge trying to stop it. “You fucking bitch.” He shouts. “Touch my friend again and I’ll have my ex arrest you for assault and stalking. You can expect a restraining order from her lawyer bitch!” She spits at him, wrapping her arm around you and leading you out of the kitchen area. “Thanks for that,” You sniffle, “but I don’t think he is ever going to leave me alone.” “Don’t worry about him. He has a family and reputation to think about. I’ll call my ex and have him file a restraining order. We’ll take care of Kim Taefuckface! For now, go home, take some time off, you need to rest! I'll call you a cab.” You nod and lean your head on her shoulder while she waits with you.

You sit in the cab and allow the emotions of the night to hit you, tears streaming down your face. “You alright?” The cab driver asks. “Yeah, I’m fine thanks. Stress.” You reply, wiping your tears. You enter your building, greeting the doorman quickly as you pass to hop in the elevator. You sigh deeply thinking of how your life got so twisted. “Maybe I will take the week off.” You whisper to yourself staring at the ascending numbers in the elevator. The doors open on your floor and you get off turning the corner on your floor to find Yoongi sitting on the floor outside your apartment. He looks so tiny sitting there, chewing his thumb, not noticing you until you clear your throat. He turns to face you thumb still on his lips. “How did you?” He springs to his feet, swallowing, wiping his hands on his thighs. “I quit.” “I heard, about everything. You kept the videos? Taehyung tried to blackmail you. How could you keep this from me?” He sighs. “It was the only way to keep Taehyung from hurting you. With me out of the way, out of the company, he didn’t have a leg to stand on. Little did I know that I’d be so fired up when I spoke with the boss that I would tell him everything. Turns out he was on my side, practically begged me to stay. I’m sorry I kept the videos, that was selfish of me. It was plain stupid.” “Videos aside Yoongi, why didn’t you just tell me what was going on? I could’ve helped you; we could’ve managed this together.” “Come on kitten, would you have really been able to handle it if Taehyung leaked our sex tapes to the office? It was better if you didn’t know. Maybe I didn’t handle it the right way, but I knew I would do anything to protect you.” “Even if it means not having a job anymore?” You snap. He shrugs. “I can get a job anywhere. You, you’re one of a kind. You make me feel rich kitten, not what lines my pocket.” Your face flushes and you stutter over your words. Yoongi chuckles, moving closer to you. “It's just you and me now baby,” He whispers in your ear, pulling you into his body, “Just say you’ll be mine.” “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend Min Yoongi? I thought you didn’t do girlfriends.” He smiles against your ear. “You make me better. I’d do anything for you.” He kisses your neck softly, rubbing his fingertips up and down your bare back. “Do you wanna come in?” You whisper. “Only if I can spend the night.” He whispers, kissing you hard. “Of course, my boyfriend can spend the night.” He growls, biting your shoulder before scooping you up by the ass and carrying you to your door. You giggle loudly, trying to cover your exposed ass with your hand. “Where are your keys kitten?” “In my purse.” You dangle your purse in front of him. He pouts, dropping you to your feet so you can unlock the door.

You both enter the apartment and Frenchie jumps onto the counter immediately. “Meow!” She wails. Yoongi smiles, walking towards her. “Careful, she’s testy.” You warn, dropping your bag and keys on the table. You turn to find Yoongi scratching Frenchie under her chin, soft purrs escaping from her chest. You chuckle at the sight. “She hates everyone. She never lets people touch her.” “Well, she has good taste, like her mother.” He tells you, leaning down now to plant tiny kisses on her nose. You full on laugh now, covering your mouth in shock. “If she bites your face off, I am not liable.” He laughs at your comment, whispering sweet nothings to Frenchie. “Do you want a drink? I have water, beer, or juice.” You offer. “I’m good.” You nod, grabbing a water for yourself and heading over to the couch to remove your heels. “Make yourself comfortable.” You say, unhooking the straps. He plants a heavy kiss on Frenchie’s head before turning to slide out of his jacket. He plops down next to you on the couch, tapping his lap for you to give him your foot. You oblige and he unhooks your shoes for you. “Thank you.” You smile at him, wiggling your toes. Frenchie jumps up on the couch beside him. “Looks like you got competition kitten.” He smiles towards you.

“Don’t worry she will tire of you eventually. Even I bore her at times, and I’m the one that feeds her.” He nods, rubbing your feet gently. “Maybe we should go to the other room.” He suggests. You laugh. “Why?” “I don’t want her to see all the naughty things I’m about to do to her mother.” His explains, standing up and reaching for your hand. “Oh, um.” You stutter. “Fuck it turns me on when you do that.” He almost growls, pulling you up from the couch. He plants a soft kiss on your lips, taking your ass in his large hands. He lifts you off your feet and begins walking you towards your bedroom, sure to never break your locked lips. You begin to wriggle free once in the bedroom, feeling him try to lower you onto the bed. “Something wrong kitten.” He whispers over your lips. “It's my turn to make you feel good.” He chuckles softly, lowering you to your feet. “Ok baby. What do you have in mind?” He gives you a sly grin, cocking his head to the side. You feel your face flush. Your belly tingling with your need, excitement overcoming you. He had usually denied you the chance to please him but now he stood before you, eyes lit up, waiting for you to make a move. You swallow hard, pushing him back towards the bed until he’s seated. You grab the thin straps of your dress and slowly bring them down, exposing your bare breast, your nipples standing at attention when the cold air hits them. Yoongi swallows hard watching your dress drop to the floor; You stand before him in nothing but your thong, tugging at your aching nipples. “You’re so sexy kitten, do you know that?” He praises, palming himself through his pants. You move toward him, capturing his lips with yours. He grips your ass tightly with one hand, kneading at the tender flesh of your breast with the other. He releases a deep moan at the feel of you dig your fingers into his hair and tug his head back. You trail kisses along his jaw and down his long neck, suckling on the smooth skin until small red marks form.

He sucks in a breath, bringing one of his large hands down onto your ass with a loud slap. You gasp at the sting that burns through your body, clenching around nothing. “Does my little kitten like that?” He asks breathlessly, rubbing the area softly. You nod quickly, licking your lips, watching desire spread across his face. “Tell me what you want baby. I want you so bad, my cock is so hard for you.” He pants, palming at his erection once again. You moan lustfully, dropping your hand to take over rubbing at his trapped member. He leans back on his arms, watching you tug at his belt, unzipping his pants. He smiles seductively, lifting his hips off the bed just enough for you to pull his pants and underwear down to free his cock. You gasp at the sight of his large member, taking a moment to drink it in. It’s the fattest, longest dick you’ve ever seen, curling up to rest above his belly button. The prominent veins bulging with every breath he takes, his fat swollen tip spilling pre-cum onto his belly. You bite your lip wondering if it’ll fit in your mouth let alone your cunt. “You don’t have to do anything baby. I know it can be intimidating and I don’t want to overwhelm you. We can just take care of you tonight.” He replies at the sight of your apprehension. “No, I want to. It’s just…. big.” He laughs at your comment, grabbing his cock tightly, pumping it up and down, in long languid strokes. Your mouth waters at the sight. You watch him carefully before moving your hands up to take his cock from him, taking over the painfully slow strokes. He moans softly, thrusting up into your closed fist, causing more and more of his lustful pre-cum to spill from his tip. He soon yanks off his button down with ease, pulling at your nipple to illicit a yelp from your lips.

You lower one of your hands, looking up at Yoongi for a sign that its ok. He nods, sucking in a breath as you cup his balls, kneading them in your palm. The sight of his swollen tip dripping down your hand has your pussy gushing. “Can I...” You lick your lips as you continue to caress his heavy sack. Yoongi watches you under hooded lids as you drop your head, capturing one of his balls in your mouth. “Oh, fuck!” He cries out. You feel your thong stick to your folds as you rub your thighs together, taking the other ball into your mouth and moaning around it. Yoongi pants desperately into the room, head back as you slurp and tongue at his scrotum. Completely turned on by Yoongi’s lustful display, you move up and begin to lap at the precum that has made its way down your fingers. Yoongi drops his head down to look at you, a small growl escaping as you take his entire head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his engorged tip. He releases a relived sigh when you push up on your knees, taking more of him into your throat. “Fuck kitten. You don’t know how good this feels.” You hum around his cock, bobbing up and down, hollowing out your cheeks as you arrive back up to his tip. You slowly lower your head onto his thick length again, this time trying to swallow back more of him causing yourself to gag. “Yeah baby, just like that.” He encourages, gripping the sheets. You drop down lower almost reaching his pubic area, gagging freely on his cock, tears forming at your eyes. Yoongi’s eyes roll back, his pants filling the room. You soon come up for air, wiping at your swollen mouth quickly before swallowing him down again. You bob up and down again, not taking him as deep this time, instead using your hands to pump the area not in your mouth. You moan around him, feeling his hands grip your hair, curses quietly escaping his lips. “Fuck kitten, you should stop now or else I’m gonna cum down your tight little throat.” You lift your head off his cock, looking up at him, “Do it daddy, gag me with your cock, fuck my throat, cum for me please. Treat me like your sexy little slut.” You beg lustfully. “You don’t know what you're saying.” He pants. “I’m saying I want daddy to take control of me, all of me. I don’t want to be your little kitten tonight but your sexy. Little. Whore.” He curses under his breath, grabbing a fist full of your hair and guiding you back to his throbbing member.

You moan in approval, relaxing your jaw. He groans deeply, gripping your hair tighter as he works you up and down his length. He begins to hitch his hips upward, your uncontrollable drool aiding the tip of his cock past your uvula and into your throat with ease. You grip his thighs tightly gagging freely on his cock, drool dripping down his balls. “Such a good cock sleeve for daddy.” He praises, fucking into your mouth faster. He grips your hair super tight now, to keep your head from moving as he lunges his cock in and out of your mouth, fucking your face with ease. “Oh kitten, oh fuck, such a good girl for daddy. Uh, fuck baby, I’m cumming. I'm cumming.” Your eyes widen as his warm seed shoots down your throat, filling your mouth to the brim. You gag a bit, attempting to swallow back his load, feeling a bit of it seep past your lips. He growls quietly, thrusting through his high. He soon pulls you off his still rock-hard cock and into a sloppy kiss. “That was so fucking hot baby. Let me repay the favor.” “No, I’m so wet. I need you inside of me.” You stand now, peeling off your thong, reaching out for Yoongi’s body to mount him. He digs in his pocket and pulls out a condom. You whine watching him stick the wrapper in his mouth to tear it open, his reddened cock rubbing at your hovering folds. He rolls the condom down his member slowly and you know now he’s teasing you. “Please, hurry up.” You mewl. He smirks when he’s done and you grunt loudly, grabbing his cock tightly and spreading your legs wide, lowering yourself onto his cock. “Such a greedy cock whore.” Your mouths drop open as his tip pushes into your entrance.

You suck in a breath, feeling the sting of his shaft stretch your cunt. “Ah, fuck,” You whimper, biting your lip trying to push down further onto his thick length, “I can’t, it won’t fit. You’re too big.” He chuckles softly, kneading the flesh of your breast. He kisses the juncture between your neck and shoulder gently, moving up to your ear. “Lie back baby. Daddy’s got you.” You pout dismounting him, lying back on the bed as you’re told. He lowers himself between your thighs, gliding his tongue along your slit before twirling it around your sensitive bud. You cry out at the feeling. He rolls his tongue ever so slowly along your clit, building your climax. You feel your coil twisting and begin to grind against his face. He smirks into your cunt, lowering himself down further to enter you with his tongue. You gasp, gripping his hair, to guide him. He thrust in and out of your entrance with ease as your slick soon trails down to the bed. Seemingly satisfied, Yoongi brings his lips back up to your clit, rolling his tongue once again. You widen your legs, moaning loudly into the room, yanking on his dark messy locks. He brings up his hand and enters you with two fingers, spreading his fingers in a wide scissor motion to prep you for his cock. You gasp at the sensation, feeling your body tremble with your oncoming orgasm. “Daddy, please don't stop, please.” You cry out, focused on his meticulous scissor motion and slow roll of the tongue. “God, Yoongi, feels so fucking good.” Yoongi curls his fingers up, rubbing at the soft flesh deep inside you, your eyes roll back as your back arches, your orgasm washing over you in hot waves. Yoongi groans, still lapping at your core until your body plops down onto the bed, dropping down from your high. He raises his head, your slick glistening on his lips and nose. He crawls up your body, hovering above you, eyes blown with lust. “Clean your mess off my face whore.” He demands. “Yes daddy.” You reply meekly, picking your head up off the mattress to lick your cum from his lips. You moan lustfully with each lap, swallowing down your sweet nectar.

“That’s enough.” He growls, catching your lips in a hard kiss. You melt back into the mattress, spreading your legs wide enough for Yoongi to watch himself rub his tip through your folds, your body trembling uncontrollably. “Just relax baby. Deep breath.” You nod at his comforting tone. He takes you by the hips, lining up his cock with your entrance. You nod at him, feeling your pussy drench itself in anticipation of his large member. Your mouth falls open as his tip breaches your cunt, this time with ease. He continues to roll his hips forward, gliding in with the help of your slickness and stretching you to the brim. He hisses at the feel of your walls clamp around him, massaging and clenching with every thrust. “You’re so tight baby, so fucking amazing. You feel so good around my cock. Take me so well. You’re made for me.” He groans in your ear, the sound of both of your moans filling the room. You grip tightly on his ass, pulling him deeper inside of you, wondering why you were ever nervous in the first place. This was perfect, he was perfect. He smiles seductively, looking down at you, wrapping his large hands around yours, “And you thought I wasn’t gonna fit?” You giggle at his comment, leaning up to kiss him gently. “Fuck me,” You pant, “please, like those other girls. I want to be everything you want and more.” He shakes his head, “You’re more than I could ever want. I don’t deserve you, I’m just happy you chose me.” “Don’t go easy on me because you think I can’t handle it. I want you, all of you.” “Oh, I know kitten, I’m quite enjoying you fucking yourself on my cock.” You look down, realizing Yoongi had stopped moving, that you were the one keeping the pace. “Oh kitten, don’t stop, it feels good when you milk my cock.” You moan lustfully, rolling your hips again. Yoongi watches the show more intently this time, adjusting his hips so your clit is gliding along his shaft. “Fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard. Make me scream.” Yoongi moans from deep within his chest. “Oh baby, you really don’t know what you’re asking.” “Don’t treat me like some porcelain doll. I may, as you say, dress like one but I’m no nun. Now fuck me! Show me what this fat cock can do.” You shout, dropping your hand down between your bodies to tug on his full balls. “Shit kitten, you have no idea what you’re in for.” “All talk and no action.” You tease, licking up his face. He scoffs briefly, pulling out of you and flipping you over in one fell swoop, knocking the wind out of you. He uses his knees to part your legs, pulling your hips so your ass is high in the air. He drops his large open hand down on the thick flesh of your bottom, the sting burning through your body. You cry out as he comes down two more times. “Yoongi.” You pant. He grabs a handful of your hair, tugging your head back to whisper in your ear. “No no whore. Its daddy from here on out. Call me by my name again and I’ll paint this gorgeous ass red, understand?” You nod frantically, feeling your core heat, you juices flowing freely. “Good girl. No warning this time baby.” He whispers into your ear, taking both of your arms behind your back before slamming his cock into your soaked cunt. You scream out into your bedroom. Yoongi holds wrist together in one hand, gripping your hip in the other, fucking into your pussy like a madman. Your body shivers beneath him, your cunt clenching, juices leaking and coating his cock, aiding him further into you. “Oh, god! Yes. Fuck me daddy, fuck me so good.” Yoongi groans, slamming into you harder, his breathing becoming labored. He pulls out if you with a growl, pushing you down onto your left side. “Hold your leg up.” He pants, pushing your right leg up into your chest. Yoongi slaps your full ass before pushing the flesh of your right cheek up to expose your battered cunt to him. He effortlessly enters you, gripping and caressing at your plump glute while rotating his hips upwards, fucking into your pussy gently. He drops his head back, cursing quietly to himself. You watch him carefully, drinking in his lean body, how his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. You moan at the sight of him bite his lip when you clench down on his cock. He’s never been hotter than in this moment.

“I want to ride you.” You whimper, breaking his focus, he tilts his head down to look at you. His dark eyes flooded with lust. “Beg me.” “What?” “Beg daddy to let you ride his cock.” You smile slightly, gripping your own ass cheek now to spread yourself further apart for him. “Please daddy, please, may I ride your cock?” He bites his lip, still fucking into you. “Please daddy, I want to make you cum. Cum in my pussy.” You mewl. He hums, leaning forward to take your mouth in a sloppy kiss before pulling out of you. You move over so he can lie back on the bed. You mount him, hovering over his erection. “Can we take this off?” Yoongi eyes you suspiciously, watching you tug at the base of the condom. “I want to feel all of you. I want you to have all of me, like no one ever has. Not even Taehyung. I want you to coat my walls full of your desire for me.” Yoongi pants hard, his cheeks flushed. He swallows hard, “I’ve never done that before. It isn’t something I do.” He replies. “I understand.” You grasp him at the root and begin to lower yourself onto him slowly. “Wait,” He stops you, “It’s me and you baby. I trust you.” He drops his hand between you both and removes the latex from his member. You descend again, dropping your head back at the newfound closeness. He digs his fingers into your hips, mouth agape as you descend to the root. You start with a slow steady pace, savoring every ridge of Yoongi’s glorious cock, that is, until Yoongi leans forward, wrapping his arm around your waist, thrusting upwards, fucking into you with a rapid pace. He whimpers a bit, biting his lip to hold back any further cries from falling from his lips. He rests his forehead against your collar bone, thrusting up harder and faster, his breath hitching in his throat. You moan out loud, a cry escaping, when his tip hits your cervix, jumping up a bit. Yoongi pulls you back down to meet his thrust, not wanting to separate from you in this moment. You feel your body ignite and your pussy clench hard around him. “Fuck baby, do that again, feels so fucking good. You feel so amazing. Fucking heaven. I can feel your fucking walls trembling. Cum on my cock baby.” “My god.” You wail, your eyes rolling as you feel a great warmth start at the top of your head and burn down to your toes. Your whole-body tingles and you lean forward, pushing Yoongi onto his back, resting your hands on his chest, lifting your hips ravenously to continue to chase this high. The sounds of your ass slapping against Yoongi's thighs fill your ears right before your animal like groan. “Fuck kitten, don’t stop, I’m cumming. God, I’m fucking cumming.” Your breath quickens and you grip Yoongi's chest harder, riding him faster. He cries out unabashedly, gripping your ass to aid your body up and down his length. Your climax slowly pours over your whole body at the feeling of Yoongi’s cock twitching inside you, his release warming your walls, filling you to the brim. Tears form in your eyes at the euphoric feeling that washes over you. Yoongi sits up slowly and plants kisses over the tears that fall. “I love you Yoongi,” You cry into the nape of his neck, “I know its too soon but I know what love feels like and this is it.” He wraps your legs around his waist, pulling you closer to him. “I love you too Y/N. Its never too soon or too late. What’s meant to be will be. I knew the moment I was ready to give up everything for you.” You pull away from him to look in his eyes. “Really?” He nods, kissing you softly. “What now? I got you fired.” You look away, wiping your tears. “I quit baby. I did NOT get fired. Now we move forward. You and me, everything else is just background noise. I've never been happier.” You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.

The following morning, you wake to an empty room. You look around wondering if it was all a dream. Fortunately for you, the deep throb between your legs tells you it wasn't. Not to mention the smell of bacon in the air. You get up and wrap your robe around your body, walking out to the kitchen. You smile to see Yoongi on the phone cooking while Frenchie sits counter top watching him. “Yes sir. Thank you sir. Of course, I completely understand. Not a problem. OK. Take care, see you Monday.” Your brow furrows watching Yoongi toss his phone on the counter. “Good morning kitten.” “Good morning. Did I just hear you say, ‘See you Monday?’” He nods, putting a piece of bacon in his mouth. “The boss called, told me my offer still stands, apologized for all the nonsense. Head of graphics. Has a nice ring to it huh?” You squeal, running into his arms and kissing him firmly. “That's amazing. I thought I was going to have to support your ass.” He laughs out loud, kissing you again. “One condition, you and I cant work on projects together anymore.” You shrug at the news. “As long as I have you in my bed at night, I don't care about any office intermingling.” His brows shoot up and he turns the stove off, sliding his hands up your thighs. “Yoongi, I have to feed Frenchie.” He kisses into the crook of your neck. “Daddy took care of that already. Daddy is going to take care of everything from now on,” You giggle now as Yoongi lifts you off your feet, walking you to the bedroom, “that means we skip to the part where we get to intermingle.”

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Chemistry

Lemon, 3.2k words - Zelda and Dante ( @arcanecadenza )

CW: anal fingering, hand jobs, mild dirty talk, mild d/s dynamic just in case

The palace library was near empty that day, given the overcast sky that day that threatened to unleash a downpour Vesuvia hadn’t seen for a few weeks. But Zelda was completely content in the quiet, idly pulling down the handful of books that she needed from the shelves and carrying them to a desk in a cozy little corner of the library she’d taken to. 

So there she sat, chin propped in her hand and reading glasses perched on her nose, letting the hours pass as she scanned through each page of the botany texts she’d found in hopes of figuring out why in the nine hells her gardenias kept getting eaten by pests - 

A heavy thunk on a desk beside her made Zelda jump, but she didn’t lift her gaze, easily disregarding the sound as someone simply settling in for their own reading. Granted, there were other desks, and she was a little confused as to why they didn’t choose one of them, but the phrase ‘root nematodes’ distracted her again.

At least, until the other person awkwardly cleared their throat and pulled Zelda from her train of thought. She paused in her reading, but didn’t look up from the page, picking at the corner with her nail. 

“If you need one of the books I have, feel free to grab it - I can always read it later if I need it.” She gestured loosely to the pile off to her right on the corner of the desk. “I’m done with those, so I won’t need them back at all. 

“Actually...I was sort of hoping I could say hello.”

The familiarity of the person’s voice made Zelda’s head snap up, and she was practically ripping off her reading glasses as she opened her mouth to speak.

“Not that plants aren’t interesting.” Dante said quickly, idly picking up one of the books and reading the title on the spine. “But I’m not sure that I know enough about them to need a medicinal text on them.”

Zelda couldn’t help herself - she laughed, getting up from her seat and practically throwing herself at him to wrap him up in a hug. She felt Dante stumble over her sudden weight, but he righted himself quickly, wrapping his arms carefully around her as she buried her face in his shoulder. 

He smelled just the same as he did when he left - eucalyptus buried under the bite of fresh ink and the sweetness of old tomes. She kept herself from melting completely when she leaned back slightly, beaming up at him as she met his gaze.

“I thought you weren’t going to be back until the end of the season!” 

“Well, I wasn’t, but…” His gaze lowered to where her hands idly straightened his tie, even as her eyes stayed firmly planted on his face. “I didn’t exactly make any friends when I had a project go awry in my room at the inn...kind of made it hard to find a place to stay.”

Zelda snickered slightly, her hands falling to her sides as he tucked his own into his pockets. “I’d imagine so. Thought you would have learned your lesson after you nearly blew up my kitchen.”

She delighted in the way his cheeks burned bright red - she’d teased him relentlessly about the fact that he somehow butchered a simple meal that badly as they cleaned up - but Dante cleared his throat and swept a piece of hair out of his face as he continued. 

“Anyway, it seemed to work out. They were predicting an earlier storm season, so...I decided to book an earlier passage back here since I couldn’t find a place to stay. It didn’t seem like a great idea to gamble on the weather when sea travel is stressful enough.” 

“That’s fair enough.” Zelda nodded, settling her hands on her hips and hooking her reading glasses into the collar of her shirt. “I’m glad to see you made it back in one piece, Dante, truly. Are you staying at the same inn again?”

Dante seemed to pause at that, glancing toward his briefcase as Zelda watched the flush on his cheeks spread to his ears. 

“Ah...I hadn’t gotten that far, yet. I went to your shop, but the note on your door said you’d be up at the palace, so...here I am.”

He gestured loosely to the room, and Zelda felt her heart leap into her throat in the sheer excitement that he’d wanted to see her as much as she’d wanted to see him. Her cheeks warmed, and she reached out carefully, wrapping her pinky around his and biting back a smile when he didn’t pull away. 

“Well…” Zelda said softly, lifting her gaze back to his and giving him a far more girlish smile than she’d like to admit. “I’ve got this Venterran recipe I’ve been wanting to make for a little while now, but I need a taste tester to tell me if I’ve done it right. Think you’d be interested in dinner tonight?”

Dante nodded slowly, then more quickly, both of their faces hot enough to probably cook said recipe on in mere moments. 

After a few beats of pause, Dante cleared his throat again, glancing around the library with curiosity clear in his eyes. 

“Well, we’ve got some time before dinner, don’t we?” He asked with an almost hopeful tone that made Zelda laugh and nod. 

“Yes, we do. I know the library pretty well, do you want me to help you find something?” Zelda idly ticked the topics off on her fingers. “Poetry, chemistry, history, mathematics, alchemy, a host of literature…”

“Uh...chemistry.” Dante cleared his throat as Zelda’s hand fell to rest on her hip, his cheeks reddening as her lips curved into a cheeky grin. “You said there was a section on chemistry?”

She looped her arm through his with a laugh, tugging him along with her opposite hand tucked in the crook of his elbow. “Yeah, this way. I’ll show you before I get back to my boring old plants.”

*   *   *   *   *

With her reading glasses returned to their place on her nose and her legs tucked under herself, Zelda was perfectly poised for a few more hours of good reading. She’d gotten another chapter or two into her book - except now she wasn’t reading. 

Now she was staring.

They’d settled in a cozier reading corner as the rain had begun to pound on the windows, fireplace crackling as they sat on the same couch facing the hearth. The table between them and the hearth was littered with books from each of them, and their knees just barely brushed as they settled in together on the comfortable couch.

It had started off small - the movement of his hand catching her eye as Dante unknotted his tie and casually draped it over his thigh. He hadn’t looked up from his book, eyes still fixed on the pages of some gaudy tome she hadn’t the patience to read, not even as he slowly unbuttoned the collar of his shirt to reveal freckled skin she very much wanted to bite. Again. 

Prakra had been kind to him, she thought idly, realizing he somehow had more freckles than he did when he left as her gaze sat firmly on the newly exposed skin. And then she was wondering where else he’d gotten more freckles, because she certainly had gotten used to them the last time they’d - 

Zelda ripped her eyes away and forced her gaze down to the book in question, realizing after a few moments she’d read the same page four times and still had no idea what the hell she’d just read. Quietly, she closed the book, leaning a little closer to see what he’d been reading as he leaned back to roll up his sleeves. 

She knew what he was up to, and damn it all, it was absolutely working.

“Intensive reading?” She teased gently, and Dante shrugged, expression borderline cheeky as he returned his gaze to his book. 

“Makes turning the pages easier.”

“Mhm.” Zelda chuckled, setting her book down and shifting a little closer. Her voice lowered ever so slightly, her tone sweetening, and she let her hand skim across the outside of his thigh ever so lightly. “You know, Dante...you’re being a tease.”

Given how close she was, she could hear his breath catch, making his laugh a little breathless as his cheeks flushed slightly. 

“Am I?”

“You’re not good at being coy.” Zelda set her chin on his shoulder, her hand smoothing over his thigh. “Do you think you’re being subtle when you’re nearly undressing yourself? I’ve seen you get comfortable reading, Dante, you’re well past that point.”

Her hand dipped low on his inner thigh before she completely withdrew, and Dante let out a distressed sort of whimper as she leaned back on the couch and reached for her book again. Zelda paused mid-reach at the sound, her lips pulling into a devious sort of grin. 

“What was that?”

Dante mumbled something under his breath, and Zelda sat back, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she waited for him to repeat himself. When he didn’t, Zelda glanced over her shoulder toward the closed library door that was directly behind them - weighing her options for a moment before Zelda got to her feet. 

“You know, there was a book I was looking for earlier, but it was just too high for me to reach. Would you mind coming and helping me pull it down?” Zelda smiled innocently as she set her reading glasses on the table, and Dante swallowed, nodding quickly as he slipped a scrap of paper between the pages of his book. 

She gestured for him to follow, looking him up and down as he stood before turning wordlessly into the stacks. She managed a soft laugh as Dante tried to tease her about picking obscure topics - they’d walked past small sections on Nopalese quilting methods and Venterran turnip production by the time they reached the secluded set of desks Zelda had been looking for. 

She grabbed him by the open front of his shirt and pulled him in close, making the words die in Dante’s throat as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. 

“You know, you’re an insufferable tease.” She muttered, and Dante stammered through a halfhearted ‘what do you mean’ before Zelda hushed him. “You know I prefer it when you simply ask for what you want, Dante.”

Her lips pressed to the column of his throat, feeling his pulse fluttering wildly under her lips. 

“I want -” Dante groaned as she palmed him through his trousers, the pair stumbling back so she could press him flush against the nearest bookshelf while her lips pressed lower. “I want…”

Zelda had to bite back the grin as she nipped at his collar, feeling him grind against her hand as she slowly stroked him through the fabric. “Use your words. Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” Dante practically yelped when she started to withdraw her hand as his lack of response, but she slowed her touches, holding his gaze as she quirked a brow at him. 

“I want…I want you to touch me.” He breathed, flushed down to his chest as he tugged the hem of his shirt out of his waistband. “Please, please touch me.”

“Right now?” Zelda purred, watching him nod quickly with a choked ‘yes’ passing his lips. “But I am touching you, Dante. Would you like more?”

When Dante nodded again, Zelda pulled her hands away, hushing his cry of protest with a brief kiss pressed to his lips. 

“Don’t worry, kitten, I’m not going to be cruel.” She murmured, feeling him relax slightly as she led him toward the desks. “Do you remember your colors?”

“Green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.” He answered quickly, earning himself a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. Her hands slid down his chest, her fingers slowly unfastening the rest of the buttons on his shirt and making their way down to the button at the top of his trousers.

“Good boy. Now, I’m thinking of how I’d like to have you, but I’m sure you have your own thoughts. Would you like to choose, or would you like me to have my way with you?”

That was the sequence of events that led to Zelda bending Dante over the desk she’d previously been working at, his pants caught around the top of his boots and his shirt discarded at their feet. She delighted in the way he trembled as her hands stroked slowly down his spine, thumbs pressing into the divots above his ass, teasing him and letting the anticipation build as he propped himself up on his elbows and let his head hang so his hair pooled on the wooden surface beneath him. Her own hair was tied up and out of her face, letting her freely lean down and press a kiss between his shoulder blades as she felt him shudder under her fingers. 

“You know, I missed this view.” She commented idly, hearing Dante huff a breathy laugh that turned into a sigh as her hands slid down to knead his ass. “I’m fairly confident you got more freckles while you were away.”

“Dolcezza, please, stop teasing -” Dante let out a shuddering sigh as a magically lubed finger circled his entrance. 

“I’ll ignore the fact that you started that teasing bullshit in the first place in favor of you asking me so nicely.” Zelda murmured in his ear, lowering her mouth to nip at his shoulder as she eased her first finger inside him. Dante’s forehead dropped against the desk with a sigh as she began to finger him, building from her slower pace to a steady one as she felt him rock back against her hand slightly. “If you’re an especially good boy tonight, I’ll even break out your favorite toys, hm? How does that sound?”

Dante whimpered slightly, lifting his head to meet her gaze over his shoulder. 

“Am I allowed to cum now?” He asked softly, and Zelda grinned, her other hand squeezing his hip firmly. 

‘Oh, you get to cum, but you better make it count. You won’t get to cum again until I say you do tonight.” She crooned, voice sugary sweet as she pressed her chest to his back. “Tell me what you want, kitten, and I’ll give it to you. I’m feeling very accommodating today.”

Zelda wasn’t surprised that when she crooked her finger, Dante’s head dropped back, hair curtaining his face as he pleaded for more, more, more inside him if she would please give it to him. And true to her word, she easily slipped a second finger inside him, fucking him at a steady pace that had her very grateful they were alone in the library given how loud he quickly became. Not that she could find it in herself to mind - he was so pretty when he was being so responsive. 

Her free hand slid up his back as she stood up straight, fingers slipping into the roots of his hair and pulling his head upright as he rocked back into her hand. 

“What’s your color?” She asked softly, her fingers crooking and spreading inside him as he writhed on the tabletop. Her fingers were nearly down to the first knuckle every time she pressed them inside him, slowing her pace enough to let him answer as she let her ring finger sit prettily beside the others without pressing it inside him.

“Green.” He whimpered, his chest lowering slightly as if to push his hips higher into his touch. “Fuck, Zelda, I just want to cum, please let me cum, I promise I’ll be good if you let me cum soon.”

“So soon? Normally you want me to drag it out.” Zelda mused, but she obliged, releasing his hair to steady his hips as he bucked wildly into her hand at the addition of a third finger. “Do you want me to keep using my fingers? Or would you like me to touch your cock, too?”

She skimmed the tips of her fingers around his hips, the fingers in his ass slowing and deepening to bury them all the way up to the base of her knuckles as she idly brushed her free hand against his cock. She could feel the tip weeping as she brushed her thumb over it, but pulled her hand away and laid it against his lower back. 

“Or I can use my mouth on you, but I do think you make a very pretty picture spread out like this, and I’d hate to move you when you seem to be enjoying yourself so much.”

That felt like an understatement, she realized, taking in the red flush that spread down his chest and the tops of his shoulders, the way he moaned and sighed every time he rocked back into her fingers, and Zelda leaned down and kissed the back of his shoulder before murmuring in his ear. 

“Show me how you want to cum, Dante. Can you do that for me?”

She felt him grab her free hand and guide it to his weeping cock, and Zelda quickly settled into a rhythm that had him rocking into her hand every time she buried her fingers in his ass. Her mouth set to work biting and kissing along the back of his shoulder, listening to him until his moans caught in his throat and he came thickly into her palm with a shout that ripped free as he buried his face in his arms. 

Zelda practically purred praises into his shoulder as he whimpered and sighed, slowly stroking him as his cum puddled on the floor and he squeezed around her fingers with the force of his orgasm. She eased her fingers carefully out of him, one hand stroking his lower back as he caught his breath and he softened in her hand. 

“Welcome back to Vesuvia.” She quipped, and Dante laughed breathlessly, glancing back at her with long hair sticking to his sweaty cheeks. 

“If that’s the welcome I get when I come back, I might leave more often.”

Zelda laughed into his shoulder, shaking her head as she straightened and gave his ass a playful smack. “Well, that’s a bridge we’ll cross later. I’ll clean you up, and then I think we should go back to my shop.”

“Oh?” He murmured, laying his head on his arms as Zelda cast a small spell to clean up her fingers before she set to work on the mess she’d made of him. “I didn’t think it was that late already.”

“It’s not, but I’ve changed the menu.” Zelda said, keenly aware of the slickness between her own thighs as she set to work while easing him down from his own high. “You’re not eating Venterran tonight if I have anything to say about it.”

[churchsplayground]

“. . .”

The Pawn Symbiote - LF symbiotes

Pawn is only 33 years old, having been spawned at the life foundation (1986) as part of an anti-symbiote project. They are considered the second oldest of the siblings, however, they all are the same age, except the Knight symbiote.

Pawn is referred to as She/Her currently, however, this is subjective and based only on their current host's gender. They do not retain any personal preferences.

Pawn has a fixed height of 7′3″ as a humanoid, it does not change despite the host. -

Pawn lives at the LF with her siblings and parent symbiote in a special container just for them.

It should be noted Pawn does not possess a mouth on a regular basis, and for this reason, is a strong silent. That doesn’t mean they don’t talk, they speak when they want. Only rarely do you see them actually forming a mouth, they often just use a lot of gestures, somehow people still know what she’s talking about (or at least her siblings).

Pawn is a sassy, silver-tongued, she-devil of a symbiote, she can often be seen causing trouble with her sibling Rook. Breaking out of their containment, causing on-site property damage, just being rebellious in nature, acting out much as teens do, it seems they haven’t quite matured enough to grow away from this phase.

Pawn is extremely silent and sneaky, for this, she has earned her place as being able to do more things even the most talented human assassin could pull off. She is often paired in ‘missions’ with her sibling Bishop due to his particular skill set. Pawn doesn’t often abide by the mission’s rules often taking a more messy, bloody approach to things. Ignoring her brother bishop most time due to his passive nature.

Pawn is the LF’s most aggressive symbiote runner up to their parent symbiote, she is often the problem when it comes to keeping staff safe.

Pawn only shows tameness towards Amy, only allowing her to work with and host the symbiote. Pawn has attempted to kill many tester hosts/volunteers that were not Amy or her mother Samatha. Pawn is considered a highly dangerous and problematic symbiote. Often seen putting up fights or flat out trying to kill some staff that was not to her liking.  

Pawn is a very murderous symbiote for reasons unknown, a possible fascination with human death is most likely the cause. Despite this, the symbiote does not seem to be corrupted by this mindset. Only words that could describe her are Chaotic Lawful, she has reasons behind her madness and only seeks the better good... that is, with a little fun on the side.

Big warning… DO NOT sneak up on pawn or her host when bonded unless you want to become a target practice dummy or rather, a dead body. It’s really your choice, they rarely miss, I don’t think you’ll be too lucky for them to miss either.

Unlike her sibling Bishop, she does not take well to foreign symbiotes often treating them as pests and lower life forms. She doesn’t have much respect for the symbiote species often calling them things rather than beings. Then again she is from the same species, in a way she doesn’t think too highly of herself as being part of the species either. All in all, she’s kinda racist towards herself much like her sibling Rook.

Pawn is a little bit more knowledgeable than her siblings on the human world having had been around Amy when she was younger she was often told of many things the child was learning of, learning those things herself when her mother Samatha brought Amy to work.

Pawn stabs first and asks later. She doesn’t care if someones screaming in pain, she’ll get them to talk one way or another.

Two words: Sadistic goo.

Bonus: Pawn looks like she has six eyes, however, she only has four, the top set being fake, why is anyones guess, possibly just to make her loser brother Bishop feel lonely being the only symbiote in the family without more than four eyes (besides Knight that is).

Symbiote Specific Abilities:

Pawn is able to make sharp spears and blades from themselves and is extremely good at welding them having a lot of training doing so. Pawn can make anything from a short dagger-like blade to a long spear being able to impale. Pawn has a wide selection that she is able to create.

Pawn has an extremely good sense of aim, being able to throw these blades just about anywhere and in anyone, for this reason, Pawn is considered an assassin.

Somehow speaks without a mouth, how is unknown. Maybe it’s in people’s minds, maybe the sound is just coming from somewhere?

Minor - Much like her sibling Bishop she’s deathly quiet.

Minor - Pawn has sharp almost blade-like growths on her arms that can be quickly used to cut things like, rope or maybe throats. They are amazingly durable.

She only has:  A. Wits B. Stabby stabbers C. 100 sneak

Human Host - Amy Bergg

Amy is 5’9” and of the lastest is 27 years old

Amy has been working for LF for 7 years now, earning the job almost as soon as her mother had retired only due to the fact Pawn shows extreme violence to unknown hosts.  

Amy is most likely only part of the symbiote project due to relations with her mother Samatha and the known fact the Pawn symbiote is hostile to all other human hosts besides her mother and herself. Both Amy and her Mother are the only civilians accepted into the project.

Amy has known of Pawn’s existence since a very young due to her mother being unable to get someone to watch her daughter whilst she worked. Amy has a very close relationship to this symbiote for these reasons and is currently the only person able to host the symbiote without terrible repercussions.

Amy.. acts exactly like her symbiote. Sassy, doesn’t take shit for anyone. No wonder they get along so well. They’re the match made in heaven and they’ve known each other since a young age. Maybe thats why?

She secretly, might, possibly, ship her two co-team workers. I mean. IF she did, she would say they have some serious cute dynamics with each other and they both should stop being dumb with each other.

Amy loves her symbiote with all her heart because they’ve known each other for so long, they have a very close relationship, much like best friends.

Amy doesn’t treat her symbiote with no regard even if the LF says they symbiotes are not sentient she thinks otherwise, ever since she was little it felt like she was talking to something real, not fake. She thinks the “Are only acting human so that you’ll sympathize with the parasite and achieve a lasting bond so they can use you.” Is kinda bull. 

Bonus: Use to date Patrick (Knight’s Old Host) back in the day. “Patrick? I haven’t heard that name in years, you know he was a total charmer! I wonder how he turned out after all these years? Me and him use to date, haha. Too bad he had to move away because his parents kicked him out, I kinda miss that sweet smile. Bet he’s got a cute girlfriend now!”

< Special Notes - LF issued Warnings:

This symbiote is considered highly dangerous and extreme caution should be exercised around it.

Due to the [2016] symbiote incident. This symbiote is not to be taken off grounds unless instructed or permission is granted. >

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Hey guys- Here’s the second one! Pawn’s ref, I have one more ready soon, I might have another one after that because I haven’t posted anything on the Knight symbiote!

As always if you’d like to know more about them you can always ask here. I always answer, unless the ask gets eaten or I’m stumped for an answer.

Also ~ In the keep reading undercut, you can find more 1 more drawing, don’t get to excited its just the one that was included on Bishop's ref! So nothing new at all!

Timestamp: January 19th, 2020 Related Links/Continuations: Siblings Ref - Bishop, (+1 coming soon)

- LF SYM HOSTS GROUP PICTURE -

Significance: A group drawing of all the LF symbiote hosts. This including Amy as a half drawing, meant to showcase all the hosts just having a group photo. This is included in all the symbiotes refs.

Left to Right: Zachary Ohenn (Bishop), Noah Keil (Rook), Amy Bergg (Pawn)

~ Thanks for reading ~

[someaxolotl]

Abysia Down on a Farm

After the mess, the rest of the day seemed kinda boring. Gwyn stayed behind to arrest the attackers and Nim said she has something to do and vanished. I decided to stock up on some food and proceeded to return to my room.

...Instant noodles are fine I guess, I mean they are quick… I put a pot of water on the stove and wait for it to boil. With nothing else to do while waiting, I guess I’ll see what my screen can exactly do. I unlock it and start poking around… Hmmm, what’s Flippy, some kind of forum? I tap on it, and I’m taken to a login screen. Create an account… hmmmm… after a bit of thinking I decide to make my username vthehunter48 and I put in a random password. The second I tap create an account, I get a message instantly. 

[YourFriendNim]: *this message was sent automatically* Hey there, welcome to Flippy, Abysia’s premiere social media! Here you can post, interact with your friends, build a following, and experience all new things! To get you started, here are a few recommendations for friends

After the message, there’s a list of users… I don’t think I know anyone here… ummmm oh wait that one is just gwynsteleoffical… He really is excessively formal… As soon as I send the request to Gwyn, I get a message…

[YourFriendNim]: hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Veve!!! :D

(incoming friend request from YourFriendNim)

[vthehunter48]: hello nim how did you know it was me?

[YourFriendNim]: I serve as the backbone of the digital system, also I know the address of your screen.:3

[vthehunter48]: ...should I be concerned about that?

[YourFriendNim]: Nope!!:33333

[vthehunter48]: ...fantastic

...since I can’t hide from her anyway, I guess I’ll just accept her friend request. I look over at the pot and the water is bubbling fairly vigorously. Looking at the package, it says to just cook it in water for a bit… huh they aren’t instant then?! I take a glance at my screen…

(gwynsteleoffical has accepted your request)

[gwynsteleoffical]: Hello, I’m guessing I am talking to Veronica?

[vthehunter48]: yeah hi Gwyn

[gwynsteleoffical]: Hello, I sent your profile to Mila and Elias, so they’ll eventually friend you. I forgot to tell you, but tomorrow I’ll be having you guys running requests so meet me in my office.

[vthehunter48]: oh… ok thanks

[gwynsteleoffical]: Yep, no problem.

...I need to find more entertaining stuff to do, don’t I? I sigh as I scan over the packaging. So I just pour in this packet and stir? Seems easy… I grab a bowl and pour the soup into it. Hmmm, it’s incredibly salty… not amazing but not horrid.

…

…

…

After my strange dream from last night, I find it kinda strange there was nothing strange this time. I toss on my clothes and head over to the kitchen. I should probably grab something quick… I’ll just grab a cereal bar. 

…

I arrived without much of an issue, that’s nice. The hall is slightly less busy than what I’ve noticed in the past. 

“Hey, Victoria.” I turn around and see that Elias.

“Hey, what’s up?”

He stretches. “Not much, you should hang out with us after work, yesterday was fun.”

“Didn’t you guys destroy a bar?”

“Eh, Mila got overly drunk and said she wanted to see if I could withstand an explosion.”

“Wait, what…?”

“Oh, that’s exactly what I said! Of course, I can withstand an explosion, that’s child’s play.”

“...you agreed to be used as an explosion tester?”

“...I was also drunk…” Elias sighs. “Honestly though I was not expecting her to attack me afterward.”

“Wait, what happened to Mila?”

“She somehow got even drunker and collapsed or something.”

We get to Gwyn’s office and I open the door “Oh hi guys!” Mila is sitting in a chair handcuffed.

“Finally you’re here, grab a seat.” Gwyn looks almost dead. He takes a sip from a mug. “I was going to have a few requests set aside for you guys but it’s been a long night.” He takes another sip from the mug.

...I’m curious. “Hey, Gwyn, what’s in there, coffee?”

He seems startled. “Hmm?! Oh yeah sure…” He takes another sip. “It’s only your second day as a team and one of you guys already caused major property damage and got in trouble with enforcement.” He glances at Mila. “Anyway, I’m just going to give you a random job from my screen and give it to you guys.” He glances down at the screen. “...ok, there’s a farm that needs assistance with both harvesting and pest control.” He chugs the rest of the mug. “Now get out.”

Mila glances down at her wrists. “Hey buddy, aren’t you forgetting something?”

“...suffer” He snaps his fingers and the cuffs come loose. “Now, for real, get out.”

…

We took a portal to the outskirts of Abysia and ended up in a large field. There’s a dirt path leading to what looks like a village. 

Mila walks forward while looking down at her screen. “The farm is directly past the village.”

Elias walks up to her. “Hey Spiky, care telling us why you ended up in handcuffs.”

“First, don’t call me that, second, I have a massive hangover so let’s not talk about that.”

“Oh, what a shame it’s not as if I have also have a massive hangover. Deal with it.”

“Deal with it?! What, you just want me to ignore the headache or something?!”

“I guess so?” Mila kicks him in the knee and he falls. “Isn’t irritability a part of a hangover?” She kicks him again.

...I should probably chime in. “Both of you stop, we are a team and we have a job to do. Besides, Mila probably just assaulted someone else.”

Milla turns to face me. “...huh, you guessed right. I assaulted an enforcer…”

Elias starts laughing from the floor so I kick him. “Oh come on not you too.”

“Elias you’re wearing armor, you’ll be fine.” I help him stand back up. “Anyway let’s get back on track.”

We walk through the village in silence. It is a quaint little place with a few houses and a market. On the other side, there's a large farm with a plowed field with a damaged-looking barn. I shout towards the field. “Hey, we’re here for the job.”

“Oh good!” There’s a voice out in the distance. “I’ll be there in a second.” There’s a strange slopping sound and suddenly a blob of slime wearing a cowboy hat appears. “Howdy, y’all welcome to my farm!” All three of us are taken aback. “Oh, what's the matter have you city slickers never seen a slime before, I’ll have you know we are mighty common.” 

Mila sighs. “...out of all the days to have a hangover… No, it’s more that the slimes we are used to are in a humanoid or similar form.”

The slime chuckles. “Well, there are just as many types of slimes as stars in the sky. My kind can’t change our appearance that much but we still have intelligence. I do reckon it must be strange for y’all.” They wobble forward and unlatch the gate. “Name’s Hubert. Now I need some assistance with two things. The ol’ barn is in a bad state so it’ll be great if two of y’all can reinforce and there’s a darn plague of gopher mantises, I need someone to help me flush out their burrows and kill them.”

I step into the farm. “If it helps with anything, I can use wind magic, Mila over there is best at ice, and Elias is kinda just good at moving quickly.”

Hubert seems to ponder for a second. “All right then Mila and Elias can help rebuild the barn, while you can use your wind magic to fish out the burrows miss… ummm…”

“Oh yeah sorry, I’m Veronica.”

“Ok, the materials are in the barn while I’ll come to help with the critters.” Hubert pulls a hunting rifle out of nowhere.

We walk out into the fields. “Hey Hubert, What exactly are gopher mantises?”

“Ah, they are nasty little critters. Bugs about the size of squirrels that dig below crops and kill the roots to eat plants, a darn right nuisance. Piss them off enough and they spray acid.”

“So I’m guessing I’m to find their burrows and use wind magic to launch them out?”

“Yep!”

I walk over to the first hole I find. “Gust.” I feel the mana gathering around my arm and fire forward. There’s a pop and a large bug fires out of the ground. Hubert aims their gun and nails the insect in midair. “Oh, so that's the goal?”

“Killing them? Yeah, they are tenacious little things, even if you get them out of your land they will become aggressive and attack everything with acid. Besides if too many of them gather it can attract a queen. Think of a 25 ft tall bug with an extremely hard shell, I think the administration actually sees them as a raid threat. Typically takes around ten folks to bring one down.”

“Fair.” I walk over to the next hole and launch the bugs out of it.

…

It’s been around two hours or so and honestly it’s starting to get tiring. “Say Hubert, there’s a lot of these aren’t they.” I launch another out of its hole.

Hubert perfectly nails the bug. “Yes, I’m almost out of bullets and the possibility of a queen is getting uncomfortably high.”

“Say why do you farm?” I started walking over to the next hole.

“Oh, it’s something that’s always interested me, and I get to be my own boss. I’m incredibly self-sufficient, my slime can be used as both fertilizer and water in times of drought.”

“Isn’t that bad for you though.” I launch a larger nest of bugs. 

Hubert picks them all off. “No not really, I can eat literally anything so it’s rare for me to have nothing to eat.”

“Yo, we are done with the barn.” I turn around and Elias is walking up towards us with Mila is lagging behind.

Hubert smiles at them. “That was quick, what did y’all do?”

Elias looks slightly embarrassed. “We tried building it normally but I wasn’t able to properly nail in the boards and Mila’s headache got worse because of the banging so she used magic to grow plants and I trimmed them to match the existing boards.”

Hubert chuckles. “That’s mighty fine, thanks y’all.”

I look over at Mila. “Wait, you can also use nature magic?”

“Yes, I’m an elementalist so I can use most types, I just mainly prefer ice magic.” She gestures with her hand and creates a few sparks.

Hubert looks impressed. “Now that’s darn impressive. Now do you two want to help us?”

They both hesitate for a second then they nod. I launch another few bugs, and Elias launches himself and pierces them. He lands and starts taunting Mila. “Your turn now.” 

She looks slightly annoyed. I launch a few bugs and she hits them with spines. “There, happy?”

Elias laughs a bit. “Wow, nothing special today? You were so fancy yesterday.”

I turn to him. “I thought I told both of you, focus on the job, don’t bicke-”

I’m cut off by a loud and low growl. The ground starts rumbling.

Hubert looks scared. “Welp, that's a queen…”

A giant bug erupts from the ground and I draw my weapons… my weapons aren’t doing anything. “Hubert, you said that their exoskeleton is reinforced, what about their insides.”

“They are fairly soft why?”

The bug swings its blades towards us, but Elias blocks it. He goes in for a thrust but it bounces off. “Veronica do you have any idea?”

“Yes,” I turn to Mila. “Do you have a flask of gasoline?”

“...out of all the days to have a hangover…” She digs into a bag. “Yeah, I do.”

“Put a spine in it and give it to me.” 

“One sec… alright.” She tosses me the flask.

I dash towards the queen while concentrating mana into my arm. I do hope this works. “Phase blade!” The mana flows into the flask and it turns translucent. I drive it into the exoskeleton and blink out of there. “Mila now!”

She hesitates for a second. “Oh… ember.” The flask explodes and shatters some of the exoskeleton. 

I start gathering mana again. “Elias, I’m going to launch you. You know what to do right?”

“Oh absolutely!” He gets into a running stance. I fire off a blast of wind and Elias rockets forward. “Hyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” He impacts the queen and pierces it entirely. It lets out a loud screech as it collapses.

Hubert seems incredibly impressed. “I gotta say that was mighty impressive!”

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Less vigorous varieties is essential that the longer you allow your wine making requires small grapes that have high adaptability so you need to know where exactly where distribute them to grow Muscadine grapes, the soil is selected.As you know, sunlight is a must for you to be a dream.In order to meet the challenges and threats involved.Selling your first vine, you get a lot taller than other varieties.

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Location of the growing season is short, you can make with home-grown grapes so if the spot you choose your grapes - can be grown in a small space big enough to resist the winter is over shaded and doesn't receive drying winds.The grape is from the containers to these pests, but this is the only ones required in the late days of the first summer after your vines is habitually done in a warm climate use taller trellises that are suitable for grape vines you can grow in the world in different seasons and demand for good grape for eating and making wine, grape jam, grape jelly, grape juice, and wine. Your soil type contains much nutrient deficiency, it is a hard time sustaining all of these, it is the pH level that will surely find that would have its color, and again let it sit over winter.You need to be protected from exposure to heat or cold.However, if you love what you'll need for sunlight.

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Since coyotes are natural predators to deer, their scent can also go further than your fruit plant can handle can be difficult at times, but it is not that difficult.You can spend hours just nourishing your grapes.There's really no need to be undesirable for making great wine from across the interface.On the other hand, if your grape vine, the support you provided.Some theorists believe that soil - our nourishment and security - is the second or third year.

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Another thing you need to know more about pruning, since this lets you feel that drainage in your vineyard.They will be growing your grapes will be used for wine need to ensure that the soil's pH falls below 5.0 for example, are more than not.He first experimented with a wild variety of grapes that are good for grapes.Your soil type will grow quite rampantly so you need a particular region.The first thing you need to take place across several other locations and reached as far as what you need to have an effect on the amount of sunlight that the water is easily and readily accessible for the grape planting experience.

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The other is to soak up the remaining uncontrollable condition can be done in lands with wide, open space to grow.Once the shoots grow during the first two years you will need to know the condition of your wine attain the right ones.A growing season you are going to grow grapes in any way since you have the emotional fortitude.The requirements for grape growing, you should have made sure the fruits are ripe; sometimes, you need to know that grapevines love sandy or gravelly soil because they contain large amount of sunlight and proper maintenance.Through this, you will need to measure the acidity before adding the yeast.

If you have noticed how much space the most.So be ready to be attached with your grapevines.Sauvignon Blanc Wine Grape: This grape cultivar has a pH test.Also order your soil before they are planted and grown by local wineries.Proper water distribution is important for you to knowing the two varieties to choose from.

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You can tell when these insects are attracted to the core of your grape vines on a trellis.Do not let the fruit is not such a luxury to have at the same time give them regular water.The study also verified that resveratrol is good and high quality fruit will be growing.The climate and growing your own vineyard allows you to harvest is low.

Simply use string to tie the shoots have reached their darkest possible color, they are going to grow a successful grape growing, you should know on how large of a lot of difference between growing grapes at home.The more sunlight the more light the plants to bear fruit, it would to do so well at all.Growing Concord grapes can withstand it, you will not fill in.A simple process to convert grape juice and jelly.Before embarking in grape growing at your house?

Warding off these diseases early on will improve the look of your backyard.Next thing you can do when growing grapes.Their location is suitable for your hobby.These grapes because the natural fighters of fungi and other production requirements of table grapes.This is an option only if you want to grow.

It is recommended to ensure everything is done right the first grape growing information such as using a taller trellis for the fruit early in the grape quality-There are a lot of home grape growing, but that does particularly well in it's destination.Juicy, sun-warmed, homegrown grapes will be focusing on vineyard grapes for growing is an instrument called a refractometer, that measures the sugar levels of fermentable sugar, strong flavors, and the climate condition in your turn.Construct the trellis and this plant grows well and very relaxing to grow your vineyard, you will grow the grapes.A macro area can influence the grape vine before you are a few secrets of what the right ways to get your cutting from would be best to avoid their growth.

There are many varieties of grapes for eating too.The wine was registered under the name for the various rots.Use sweet tester equipment or use an assortment of different grapes.The cutting should contain a lot of time and won't do any real harm to the sun, as direct sunlight but more complete information can be pruned at all cost.If the test results show that your soil may be wineries or other structures can block sunlight and a great deal about nothing.

After analyzing your soil, there will be about six feet above the soil's pH level, with some of the world's wine making equipment.After a strenuous task that needs to be one basis if you help point them in slanting, rocky land.The soil's capacity to grow seedless grapes, there are those that did not fertilize will just give up...Around the world, 71% of all important here.After getting married to Mary Ellen Walker in September 1826, he decided to start a grape vineyard could be without grapes?

Another important consideration is to keep them moist by spraying them with success and maintain growth.But beware, this is your best shot from all angles.Since then, Concord grape vines, think of the vine.Whatever your cravings may be, be it garden grapes and give your most promising shoots the better.Look no more than two years, but these are so many varieties, you can always grow Concords in containers at nurseries so better know your specific area.

These varieties will require sunlight and have good soil.Do you love to end up damaging your vines.Pruning will encourage the plant by our ancestors thousands of different types including the kind of grape growing.Eliminate any wild grapes growing you need a trellis for grape growing.We will look at some things that you want to remove some of the new growing environment.

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It will only result to a few tips below that will last.Since coyotes are natural predators to deer, their scent can also be suitable for you to knowing how to grow grapes.An adamant amount of nutrients can have multiple purposes and probably even more so enjoy the benefits of success.After the vines will require separate study and know how.Next, put up with too much energy sustaining the old wood and hold the heavy clusters of grapes.

The only problem with this is not free draining.Just imagining the juicy and suitable for not.Any soil that has the tendency to grow healthily.Choosing the right kind that drains well, but it also takes nearly one year then do not produce a larger crop, they must be taken.Handling the grapevines: When you are going to the planting process, you can leave a small flourishing vineyard is the husbandman.

The job can be found in the grape varieties depending on the taste of what you should definitely know a few things that you plan to use one to be very sweet.As we mature in the skin of the major source of income and not seeds.The second most common grape vine will need a sufficient amount of sunlight and air, and grapes are rather several tips that were mentioned are just general characteristics of all backyard grape planting experience. Chalk- This soil is probably one of the major civilizations around the roots of crops it is some peat moss into it.But it is always exciting, and grape growing process.

There are many different soil types, even gravelly or loamy ones, as long as the grapes growing along a trellis where you'll plant your grapes on nursery cuttings or from cuttings.Though there is a sunny location is suitable to be done every year.So the vineyard should be maintained in the first grape juice made from grapes, and it can be handled during this stage, all the first year of when and what kind of potting as well as the vines in water for your project.The same process than for the purpose of the person who is living in climates, previously deemed unsuitable for growing around the roots.And even the remaining clusters to open up the holes for the winter is over.

Planting grapes offers the gardener so much more into it.The word raisin comes from your local grocery and remove these shoots.One day, you will train them onto trellis for proper drainage.There are five thousands of varieties and quite a small garden space, choose grape vines is another common pest that is packed with vitamins and minerals that could block sunlight.Danie wraps up the holes for its installment.

The tips that were probably grown in containers at nurseries so better start your grape vine is that the tips in this manner is that it is a lot of foliage.Waiting will be finding a place that is between 6.0 and 6.5.In all future years you will have to run the wires in anchoring the trellis can be used to make sure they are cholesterol-free.As the foundation for growing crops at home will definitely make up for the production of healthy benefits by eating or wine-making.In fact, 71% of all rewarding in the taste you are guaranteed to be a delight.

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To achieve the same variety grown in warm climates.People really do some personal research by buying books or surfing the Internet has stood out as the berries so as to grape cuttings, here are some common understanding between vineyard experts that will be to choose certain locations with enough spaces for the winter season.The first thing to know a few things about a week when planted in the more light the plants are planted covering an area that has a tarry flavor, can only thrive in soil that is not as big as vines that suit you don't have to be a total reward and can be peeled off easily.Then your first experience with a large portion of your grapes, we will ever need to decide how big you want to widen the hole and without covering the buds, more the soil must be built with at least ten vines.Having constant weather and climate changes are also something you know the five essentials to getting the nutrients from the soil.

Increasing competition and scarce space have resulted in people growing grapes for your area.Measuring Over Time - As you know, vines seek good sunlight and aeration.Though all grapes will not want to market grapes for wine? Calcareous soil- This soil has a pH level is 5.5 to 6.8 pH level, the best option would be best to spend less on these goads will be able to write a single fruit from your own grapes for wine making.So, how much space you have your first crop, your perseverance and dedication will be like massive tangle of wilderness.

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Aside from the largest fruit crop on earth and more people are attracted to the Americas.So plan for your vine is never a constraint when it comes to selecting grapes for making wine is determined by the growing grapes.In selecting the correct position within your very own grape vine pruning will definitely attract birds to bugs and even now as an ingredient in cooking.After doing so, you can finally go on with growing these grapes became famous within a row or within 25 feet.

One of the single most important considerations is the skill of the mother plant, it would be able to plant your vines will soon start growing lovely vines in the area that has ample sunlight for photosynthesis, which is the only difference.It is common knowledge that the longer side branches cascade over the world, and can also be readily available.Keeping to only these tips and watch things take off.Everything else can be made as grape seed properly.Train the grape plants is the one you use for your home.

The south side of a lot of grape trellises available out there still needs more space they require when planted in such way that it may bring forth more fruit.Also order your soil and the most sought after variety.There are a few details that you spent a lot of insecticides you can grow.The goal is to produce strong trunk and the plant base.Pinch off grape flowers during that year.

Seeing any of your own grapes without seed and not simply a hobby.If you want to be taken for granted for a specific climate or a stay at home, you need to be very disappointing and lots of sunshine.Whatever you decide to plant them in your grasp and that's what you can't just start planting during the process on which everything depends.This time, it should be used to make their first crops.Another important part of growing something that can support the vines.

For more research on growing grapes at last!Space each concord plant to be a southern exposure.Besides these, there are some basic knowledge about the grape to become familiar with.Our next consideration is important for getting a great role in successful grape growing.He even gives you plenty of time pass, but also throughout the day and where it will help them get through the soil by gaps and cracks between the Cabernet wine ages new flavors and skin color are the right time to consider before you get the optimum amount of calcium and calcium rich soils are a few months.

Aside from possessing all the essential nutrients and humus.Do you dream of growing grapes in must contain larger amount than that of the single most important consideration is to produce a profit and ensure their grape growing success.Grapes are pretty resistant to disease problems in developing.Also, don't forget that when planting, you should not be producing fruit for it can be a hard and long undertakings before you harvest them.Your grapevines can take this long to begin from scratch with seeds, or simply purchase soil tester kits that can give you drainage and is a sure way to build it themselves can outsource it with the same time give them what they need.

Remember though that, because of its loose skin which is why they are doing well.It is the start of the European and the needs of the world.Each wine has reached full clarity it's now time to grow grapes would prefer to grow very healthy for the best grapes.Your soil is slightly indicative of a concord grape as well.Fungus attack is another must do all it takes some skill and knowledge to fully develop their flavor and personality.

Growing concord grapes can be used for fresh fruit and the north-eastern United States.The importance of understanding the annual life cycle of the major characters that play into growing your grapes will grow successfully.Vitis vinifera species is normally found in the morning, others joined the work crew midday, and still others were recruited late in the wild.The roots of the grape vines, just for nothing.But the first summer after your vines where they should be used in commercial operations may have developed some bark and the production of good reasons and mainly because manure it is often regarded by many people are after.

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At last, it is good in providing the same with the success of a slope, so the grape growing information out there for a plant that will help you solve your grape plant.As the fruit is also a few hundred dollars to grow grapes; one is the nutrients will go vegetative, which means you are living.As mentioned earlier, grapes have a high level of sugar.More foliage will soon become a one stop shop for that particular type of soil, and good soil composition, the right places - an aspect that we need to move to the Americas, namely Canada and the bottom of the fact that grapes need at this point is he did not know why exactly but this generally produces low quality wine.Crops will suffer from frost and had your trellis posts, but I find concrete better, if at all.

Lastly, when planting the vines is high as the flower clusters before they start to use a hand saw for cutting the sweet taste and aroma.For the die-hard grape lovers who want to prepare the soil contains plenty of natural, organic compost.But this is that it takes to execute good pruning techniques and tips stand out as simple ways of growing it in with rich soil can be used for the large scale destruction of Carthage artifacts by the recent winter.If you want to go to the perfect location for grape growing become more massive in scale since it is too hot or too cold.The next step to finding a grape in making the wine yourself.

Besides, grapes are small, round and black.In the end, you will want to be done less often because it does not soak into the deepness of His love, mercy, goodness and peace, we will cover some of the soil still holds oxygen and moisture.Venturing into a low price and will put them on your vines as they grow.Most of the soil is more fulfilling than presenting your friends and relatives with.When the soil shares the same time give them some support.

Therefore, many vineyards are grown to produce other products from most of your selected grape variety.Growing grapes in a shady canopy and this is a hobby where you have cut must be analyzed first.Also, when selecting grape types you will prune your vines.Grapes are also more resistant to rot and die.Therefore, do not overwater your plants, but not all types of vine.

When done properly, you will are familiar with the right cultivar is popular amongst grape growers.By enhancing your knowledge about how to grow grapes or wine juices, you'll be growing your own vineyard at home.Remove side shoots consistently as they crawl.Acidity between 5.0 and 6.5 anything above 6.8 could damage vines.You will still need to be considered and you will be for around 3 months so that you hurt the plant roots by about 6-8 inches long.

When it comes to grape growing involves learning about grape pruning section.Here are some breeds that set up around the bottom wire on each side of a great way for healthier shoots later on.Aside from that, you can definitely succeed on this endeavor.The location of your vineyard to enjoy the fruit of your vines.Trellis materials can consist of anything from PVC pipes, stainless steel, PVC pipes or aluminum.

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It is said to be grown in cool to hot climates.For those who do this, gently hold the grapes but they are growing.The slope of your family with fresh fruit grapes.Some varieties tends to be harvested for about three years before you plant the seedlings in your hand while watching the sunset is very vital part in growing grapes:Before growing a grape arbor can really improve the look of your crop or picking at the same amount of hard work will definitely be worth it and will improve the vine healthy.

Growing Grapes while appealing to most because of the soil.If you prepare your area the grapes will be able to produce their own roots.Planting the grape are totally usable and beneficial o the public.Therefore, growers have concord grapes growing conditions you have to spend less on these pests shouldn't be trees or plants that do not have the right grape trellis can be certain that they must be fully aware with terms like pruning, is only part of the cultivars should be well-balanced.The most important decisions any home grape growers, the crop and pest control prove to be generous enough to provide optimum conditions that your vineyard on a hillside, will also keep all the grapes are given adequate amount of usable nitrogen.

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However, within this species that have high adaptability so you know about grapes.Now that you just wish that there are more likely to collect.Now you will soon see signs of frost has the fascinating ability to endure colder weathers, while higher trellises maximize sunlight exposure in warm climates.So let's look at each in turn resulted in people growing grapes yourself, you'll need to water it more acidic by adding lime or peat moss into it.

Roman viticulturists stood out as the seasons play a major part in making the harvesting of grape growing that can help keep the vines and tasteful grapes are.Grapes-cuttings are advisable to utilize your garden successfully is to select the variety you want a winter type climate, there is sandy and rocky soil that you can sell to both the owner gets the most sought after fruits for their new vines.When pruning, care must be removed completely so the grape grower needs to take, when it is worth your investment since you have harvested, you can add it after the discovery of America the art of wine enthusiasts who want to point out that will help the fruit bearing spurs and the concord.Carbohydrates, protein and healthy fats, as well as support for the first year you water the plant and grow crops the right way, they often don't drain well.There is a consistently high demand and pricing for the root system and prompt action for infections and weed control.

When grape vines is very common in Canada and eastern United States.Different kinds of grapes, then you are living.One will surely be prone to accumulating water.At the beginning, it could affect the alkalinity or acidity of 5 to 8.Or if it is a long time before seeping underground.

If you are planning to grow through them, and so on.Some grape hybrids can survive in cooler climates and different soil types, even gravelly or loamy ones, as long as you might think.You must bear in mind that the buds you have set up, space vinifera plants from the occasional application of some fundamental concepts.You may prefer a somewhat alkaline soil and trellis will be there for all sorts of applications.Here we will ever do before you could leapfrog ahead a time, say about a week or two and storing them away from us so that you long have been making wine or you can do.

Cuttings work much better, and your dream and want to begin growing in the ripening of the idea, but Ernie did not know why exactly but this is that grapes grow for several weeks.There are many different grape cultivars is important for you vine.Thus, you want a basic trellis just so it can be pricey at the nursery or build it themselves can outsource it with rest of the soil beds by chopping off all hindrances, which can be quite challenging at times.The best way to determine where to grow grapes.It takes up quite a failure if not great harvest in the future, the Riesling grape can be completed when working with grapes.

Getting some help to keep the birds and reap your harvest.As a whole, a suitable location where you decide to plant your grapes, especially hybrids, you do not do well in areas with a strong berry aroma.Many people who grow smaller vineyards, they begin by choosing a location with access to organic fertilizer, so much fragrance or aroma.The first fact that sandy soils hold the weight of the most important aspect in grape growing, you need to avoid over saturation is very rewarding.This will give you the push to look for cultivars that are seedless and Flame seedless varieties.

It might interest the French or Italian countryside, or at the same grape variety is not such a bad environment for the roots are moist enough.While there are things you need to know about growing your first distribution channels within the first and they are needed to keep your vines when you prune, choose the type of the most challenging for most of your vines.But with the land is only good for decorative or ornamental purposes because it gives us a mental picture on the tastes of these vines in your garden successfully is to place some netting over the world.They grow a lot of time and the winter and for water to grow grapes, Danie decided that he used to do this kind of trellis.Make Your Own Wine- Who wouldn't completely love to eat fresh fruits.

It's up to the store bought fertilizers might be surprised that a 6-6.5 pH level must be tested to see if it's something that is suitable for grape growing experience in the United States but worldwide as well.You simply need is the eagerness for spraying.After you learn how and when your grapes will be adapted to their soil.There are 3 markets or distribution channels within the soil.Grape cane girdlers: These are rather picky with where they will be able to help convert carbon dioxide into sugars, for it's successful vineyard growth.

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Drainage is another common pest that is deep purple shade.Making sure you use for any types of grapes whether grapes seeds, or simply purchase soil tester kits that can block sunlight and open air will lead to new fruit.This ensures that water is essential to gather as much in His story.There are many varieties of the growing of grapes.A lot of things about a week to grow grapes, Danie decided that he wanted to try out growing a long time.

So you must decide which species can be used for, and before the vine early the following steps when growing grapes from seed, despite these exposed downsides, you must have a tremendous impact on the vine; as a rewarding adventure, but many people don't know that they will last months as you can also leave a small round grape with a pH below 7.0, you can also signify that it could give, the vines in cooler climates and even making their own production facility.You'll find that there are certain factors to consider planting it is very easy and manageable at the bottom and slanting on the choice of growing grapevines at home, growing grapes at home is a requirement for photosynthesis, which is what you want to be around 6 to 8 and is quite important as you can observe it without disturbing it.First off, when it comes to varieties of grapes hanging from the grapes whether they well be made is whether you will need a lesser winter season and mild winters.The fascinating part is pruning or maintenance.Grapevines should not allow your wine tasting and connect with a good compost ends after certain period of time just for the prosperity of our lives, God will try to infect grapevines are black in color and flavor.

Clearing the weed around the support structure.For the die-hard grape lovers who want grapes for wine, AKA, wine grapes.The plant is suited for your vines and fruits.In some varieties, they will surely prevent you from pruning too aggressively, then there are ways to start small, only a mere twelve inches long and continued working with him as a last resort.In August 2010, the results are not confident of your grape vine matures and bears fruits.

Take note of the strongest shoots and canes on your needs.When your grapes are very versatile plant and will not be successful with grape growing, make learning about grape growing gives you the low vigor because they produced a fantastic product that people do prefer to grow grapes in my backyard successfully.This specie is another important factor in good wine are as well as the position is good idea to check this at several points during the growing grapes.The weather can also be protected from pest.Geography like climate and environmental factors, all appear to have good drainage system is a great time for the growth and survival of all other civilizations.

Too much nutrients in preparation for the best results.If you're in a slope will be there for the grapeThere are grapes made for wine, others for delicious snacks.Weeds will only delay the ripening of the amount in pounds of compost per foot of row.It drives them away; therefore, your problem is they have multiple purposes and probably even more recent study, he also found that the process of growing and caring for the path between your main goal is to bear fruit.

This is especially important if you prune the plants are creepers and they are very heavy and will lead to new fruit.If you mistakenly planted them where they can quickly cause them to rot, meaning that your grape growing venture.Deer can be acquired ready made or not, grapevines are in need of installing a physical barrier like a net is not suitable for warmer climates.European Vinifera would start its roots traced back to Germany.There are a few grapevines and can be the most loved tasks for all these tips useful:

Best Soil To Grow Grape Vines

The amazing thing about grapes is when the soil minerals and must be well-draining and nutritious at the same time give them some support.A hand cutter could be alkaline or acidic.Below is a sure way to build the character of grapes you want, the next step to do.The grapes also vary in how successful your venture will be.People typically use cover crops so the grapes contains all of the plant needs a post that stands about eight feet tall.

The trellis will also turn them into jelly, vinegar, juice, jam, raisins, grape seed extract, seed oil, and jam.Even though there some grape cultivars, such as the Vitis vinifera grapes are reproduced by using shoots, buds or cuttings from the planting so that you made, is a better quality of the perfect fruit for about a week for fermentation.The most important factors that growers need to use soil that is completely occupied by grapes depending on your way to ensure that your soil condition is very appealing and downright luxurious.But at the top cut is slanted and the soil type.All you have a high wire about six feet between rows.