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[empexwatertoys]

Exploring the Thrills of the Aquadunker in Splash Pads: What Makes It Exciting?

What do you think sets a water park different from others? Well, the answer is interactive water features. When a visitor set their foot in water playgrounds, they naturally start looking for things that can keep them engaged. Whether we are talking about kids or adults, splash pads have become a popular destination for everyone seeking outdoor recreational activities during warmer months, and among tons of water features, aqua dunk offers the most exhilarating experience. How? Well, delve into this blog to find out what makes aqua dunk such an exciting attraction at splash pads.

What is the Aquadunker?

To start with the basics, an Aquadunker typically consists of a tall structure with a large bucket or container at the top. When the bucket gradually fills with water and reaches a tipping point, the bucket tips and drenches anyone below in a splashing cascade of water. Now, if that’s not fun, we don’t know what is!

What Makes Aqua Dunk Exciting?

Do you know what makes the water toy such a heart-pounding experience? Let’s break it down for you!

Heightened Anticipation: As you stand beneath the towering structure, waiting for that moment when the bucket tips, there's an undeniable sense of excitement in the air. Every second feels like an eternity as you anticipate the exhilarating splash that's about to engulf you.

The Big Splash: When that bucket finally tips, it's pure euphoria. The rush of water hitting you from above creates a moment of sheer joy and exhilaration. Whether you're a kid or a kid at heart, there's nothing quite like the sensation of being drenched by a giant splash.

Interactive Play: But the fun doesn't stop there. The Aquadunker is more than just a one-time thrill. It's a fully immersive experience that encourages interactive play. From dodging streams of water to racing friends to the splash zone, there are endless ways to keep the excitement going.

Cooling Refreshment: Let's not forget the refreshing aspect of aqua dunk. On a hot summer's day, there's no better way to cool off than by immersing yourself in a torrent of water. It's the perfect remedy for beating the heat while having a blast.

There’s no denying that the trill swoops everyone on the water playground off their feet, but safety should be the top-most concern. Splash pads equipped with Aquadunker features must incorporate non-slip surfaces and shallow pools for a worry-free experience. You can design your splash pads accordingly, or install removable yet durable railings that people can hold on to.

Conclusion

Whether you are looking for features like an Aquadunker, or something more interesting and budget-friendly like tipping buckets, water cannons, and jets, you can find some of the most exciting water toys only at Empex Watertoys®. The best part is, that they have different themes and designs you can explore, so your splash pad can offer a truly enriching and enjoyable experience to every visitor without any setbacks. 

Blog Source: https://waterparktoys.wordpress.com/2024/04/23/exploring-the-thrills-of-the-aquadunker-in-splash-pads-what-makes-it-exciting/

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Precast Concrete Products Services in Ontario

Septic tanks, stormwater management systems, sewage treatment systems, and custom precast elements are just a few of the many precast concrete products we offer. We have the knowledge and resources to handle your unique needs, whether you're managing municipal infrastructure projects, remodeling commercial space, or constructing a new home.

We take great satisfaction in our dedication to sustainability, innovation, and quality. Our precast concrete products are made with the best materials and most sophisticated techniques, guaranteeing their longevity and low maintenance needs.

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Grp Pool Lining Service in Abu Dhabi

Apart from the above mentioned benefits GRP lining acts as a strong protective layer for the surface you want to protect. Fiberglass GRP lining creates a smooth homogenous layer that acts as a strong protective layer on the surface. When GRP lining is properly done, it lasts for a very long time reducing your overall maintenance expenses by keeping the interior and exterior surface intact.

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Different types of plastic road barriers available in UAE

Plastic road barriers are an essential component of any temporary traffic control plan, as they help to protect drivers and pedestrians from accidents and injuries. These barriers are made of high-density polyethylene (HDPE) plastic and are filled with water, which provides weight and stability.

There are several different types of plastic road barriers available, each designed to meet specific needs and requirements. Some examples include:

Water-filled barriers: Water-filled barriers, also known as temporary barriers, are the most common type of plastic road barrier. They are lightweight, easy to move, and highly visible, which makes them ideal for construction zones and other temporary traffic control situations. Water-filled barriers are typically bright orange or yellow in color, which helps to improve visibility and safety.

Interlocking barriers: Interlocking barriers are made up of multiple sections that can be joined together to create a continuous barrier. These barriers are more stable and durable than water-filled barriers, as they are made of solid plastic and do not require water for weight. Interlocking barriers are typically used in more permanent traffic control situations, such as highway construction or event venues.

Portable barriers: Portable barriers are smaller, lighter barriers that can be easily moved and set up by a single person. They are often used in situations where space is limited, such as pedestrian walkways or narrow roads. Portable barriers are typically made of lightweight plastic and are designed to be highly portable and easy to use.

When choosing plastic road barriers for your temporary traffic control needs, it is important to carefully consider the specific requirements of your project and choose barriers that are appropriate for the intended use. Some factors to consider include the duration of the traffic control situation, the level of traffic and pedestrian activity, and the available storage space. By choosing the right type of plastic road barrier for your needs, you can help to ensure the safety and efficiency of your traffic control plan. If you are interested in purchasing plastic road barriers for your project, contact us. We offer high-quality plastic road barriers in uae that meet safety standards and regulations.

[oasiswater]

Splash Pad Installer

What is your most cherished childhood memory? If you're similar to us, you think it has water - a pond, a lake, the ocean, or even a water park! Splash pads are the spot to be for today's kids, and many parents agree. Safe Water play options for various ages, abilities, and budgets ensure that everyone has a good time.

[scoonsalicious]

7.4 Bucky*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Explicit Sexual Content Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here (hand stuff(f receiving))

Word Count: 1.3k

Previously On...: You got it on. In the woods.

A/N: Ugh, my beautiful long weekend is over. No more days off from work until Junteenth.

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“I’m gonna end up falling in love with you,” she had said to him, and Bucky could barely believe his ears. He made love to her again, under the stars, assuring her with every thrust, every kiss, every caress, that he felt the same. 

After he’d taken her apart once more, he’d grabbed his discarded shirt and dipped it into the stream. Wringing out the excess water, he brought the wet cloth back and used it to gently clean her folds. He’d made such a mess of her, but the sight of his seed oozing from her core was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. It was all he could do to keep himself from bending down and using his fingers to push it all back inside of her, where it belonged, where he wanted it to always belong, from now on. 

But there would be time for that, later. 

For now, he helped her dress, and using the combined lights of the flashlights on their phones, they managed to collect the rest of the picnic gear and made their way out of the clearing, hand in hand, and back to the parking lot, Major leaning against his arm and occasionally letting out a contented sigh that filled Bucky’s heart.

When they reached their cars, Bucky was surprised to see Major had arrived in a pickup truck. “Not sure what kind of car I was expecting for you, sugar,” he said with a laugh, “but a pickup wasn’t it.”

With a smile, Major lovingly patted the truck’s hood. “Yeah, wasn’t my first choice, honestly, but when I  started my business, I needed something that could transport shit to The WarZone from our suppliers. It’s grown on me, though. Speaking of,” she added, her face falling a little, “I should probably head home; it’s already nine o’clock, and I have to work tomorrow.”

Bucky felt his heart sink. The last thing he wanted to do was say goodnight to her. “Spend the night at the Compound with me,” he offered again, bringing his hands to her waist. “It’s closer than your place, and I don’t want to say goodbye to you just yet.” He brushed a strand of hair away from her face and offered his most pleading puppy dog look. “I can bring you back to your truck in the morning.”

Major sighed in feigned reluctance. “I suppose I could be a little late tomorrow,” she admitted. “I think my boss will understand. I happen to know for a fact that she’s quite fond of your dick, so she might make an exception if I tell her I was out late riding it all night.”

Bucky laughed and pulled her to his chest. God, he loved the feeling of her as she wrapped her arms around him, the way she seemed to fit perfectly into the dips and curves of his body. 

“To hell with it,” he heard her mumble into his chest. “I’m gonna take the day off tomorrow.” 

Bucky pulled back and looked down at her, trying hard to stifle the grin that was threatening to spread across his face. “Are you sure, sugar?” he asked her. “I don’t want you putting your business in any kind of jeopardy because I’m trying to be a bad influence.”

Major shook her head and smiled at him. “Honestly, things over there run so smoothly now, I don’t need to be as involved as I am. I just like keeping an eye on things because, well, the business is my baby, you know?” Bucky nodded, he did understand; she’d devoted so much of her life to making it a success. “So, I can afford to take a day off here and there to spend time with you,” she said. 

Bucky grinned and pulled her in for a kiss. “Since you’re playing hooky and don’t need to worry about being home early,” he said, “how ‘bout we finally eat dinner? You’ve got to be starving.”

Major let out a low groan. “God, yes, please. Don’t get me wrong, I fully enjoyed our alternative activities, but damn, boy– you had me working up an appetite.”

“Gimme one minute,” Bucky said. He hauled the picnic basket into the back of Major’s truck and spread the blankets along the bed. He grasped Major by the hips and gently lifted her over the tailgate before hopping in, himself. He propped up some pillows against the back of the cab, and sat down against them, spreading his legs and motioning for Major to sit between them, with her back to his bare chest. He then rummaged through the basket and retrieved their forgotten sub sandwiches and lemonades. 

While they ate, Bucky pointed out constellations to Major, telling her the stories behind the figures in the night sky. He loved how much more could be seen out here than back in the city. He’d always loved space, and Major listened to him with rapt attention, asking thoughtful and poignant questions, letting him know that she was both paying close attention to everything he said, and that she admired his interest. 

“You’d make an excellent astronomer,” Major commented, after Bucky had pointed out the tiny dot that was Neptune, far off in the unfathomable distance.

“When I was a kid, that’s what I wanted to be when I grew up,” he confessed with a nostalgic smile. He’d never told anyone that before– not even Stevie. When you were a kid from Brooklyn, growing up during what would become known as The Great Depression, the idea of making a career out of looking at stars seemed so fanciful as to be almost insulting. Bucky had known there was no future in the cosmos for him, only a life of hard, manual labor, doing what he needed to do to put food on the table for his family.

Only, that never even came to fruition, either. One measly letter from Uncle Sam had ripped away all his dreams, and his reality.

“Well, it’s never too late for a career change,” Major said, her tone only half teasing. “I mean, you’re only in your early hundreds. You’ve got time.”

And now, here was Major, simultaneously both reality and dream, and when she said he could be an astronomer, she had Bucky believing it.

Once their food was finished, though, Bucky couldn’t resist sliding a hand down the waistband of Major’s jean shorts, seeking out the warmth and wetness of her folds.

“Bucky!” Major sucked in a breath as she arched her back into his chest. “Fuck!” He slid two of his flesh fingers inside of her, working them in and out at a leisurely pace with one hand, while his vibranium hand pointed out the stars of one of the smallest constellations, Delphinius.

“That’s the Dolphin,” Bucky told her as she grasped onto his forearm to support herself. “The stars aren’t very bright, but the myth is that Poseidon– doll, how can you pay attention if you keep squirming like that?” He knew she couldn’t see him, so he had no need to hide the mischievous smirk that covered his face.

“Bucky,” Major whined, and god, how Bucky loved the sound of it. He brought his lips to the crux of her neck and shoulder.

“I’m trying to teach you about the stars, doll, and your mind’s completely elsewhere,” he teased. He brought his vibranium arm down to join his flesh hand, and used it to work her clit, until Major was a crying, shaking mess in his arms.

“I’ve got you, sweet girl,” he assured her as she came down from her high. He made sure to hold her close to him, loving how her whole body shook with the aftershocks of her pleasure. Pleasure that he had coaxed from her. 

“You are a bad boy, Bucky Barnes,” Major said with a laugh once she’d found her voice again. “And you definitely do not play fair.”

“If you think I’m bad now,” he offered with a grin as he kissed the top of her head, “just wait until you see how bad I’m going to be when I get you back to the Compound.”

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[fandomfics]

The Trouble with Love

Part 5

Parts 1-4 can be found here > Master List

Pairings: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x fem Reader, John Hancock x fem Reader

Discription: An accident in the wasteland leaves you and Hancock separated from Cooper, but he will do anything to get back to you.

A/N: thanks to those who have been enjoying this series ☺️

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

No smut. Sorry.

Claustrophobia, death/loss, blood, suicide, oxygen deprivation

The week passed by too quickly for your liking. You don't want to return to the world beyond the walls of Goodneighbor where danger lurks around every corner. You want to bask in the smoky haze of the Third Rail with your partners, shush each other drunkenly as you make your way back to your room, and lay in bed until mid morning tucked between Cooper and Hancock.

"you alright sunshine?" Hancock raises a non-existent brow in your direction.

"Yeah, just wishing the week wasn't over so soon..." He pauses, hand reaching for yours to stop you moving forward. He brings your hand to his lips with a tender kiss.

"Me too," he says, his gaze meeting yours, " maybe after this we can see what they got goin on up the coast in Far Harbor, get back to that little bungalow you built on the water. Been a while, they might have some work."

"That actually sounds nice." You smile warmly at the idea, knowing that in the wasteland the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

As for now, you had taken a pretty good paying gig clearing Nahant Wharf for Preston Garvey. It's been years since you worked with him, but he came to you with plans to clear more of the Commonwealth and a hefty sum of caps for your work. Your trio had gained a good bit of notoriety with settlers and minute men alike for the speed at which you could clear and fortify any piece of the Commonwealth. You often found one of the many bounties on your list in the process as well, which kept the caps and the chems flowing.

"We better get a move on if we're gonna make it before Coop." Hancock begins to walk again without letting your hand go.

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"Daisy got me a lead on a new supplier," Cooper says adjusting his hat, "I'll meet ya at the rendezvous point by the wharf."

You and Hancock groan in protest from where you lay cuddled on the bed, "Can't you do that later?" You whine reaching out to grab his hand in an effort to pull him back into the bed.

"Darlin', that's downright cruel," he says with a smile, he leans down hovering over your lips, grazing them teasingly and swiftly moves to catch Hancock in a deep kiss. He pulls away and winks at you, "but I can be cruel too." He tries to make for the door but the hold you still have on his hand stops him. You yank back hard until he's forced to hover over you again, your other hand snaps to the back of his head pulling him in until his lips finally meet yours. You savor the kiss knowing you won't see him for at least a couple days.

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The Lynn Pier Parking structure sits unassuming in front of you as the sun slowly dips behind it. You pause for a moment to admire one of the few truly beautiful things left in the world, the one thing that remains unchanging in the ever evolving wastes. It's reliable, a comforting balm to your weary soul even when you're at your worst.

Hancock wraps an arm around your waist, "We should head inside love." He says leaning in to kiss your forehead. You nod with a gentle smile and make your way into the old concrete structure. You make quick work of clearing it of rad roaches and setting a few traps before setting up your camp on the second floor.

"Got any plans for tomorrow?" The soft flickering light of the fire casts a warm glow on Hancock's face.

"We have the entire day before Coop is supposed to be here, we may as well do some scavenging in the area. I think theres-" you're interrupted by a thunderous crash below you in the mostly flooded bottom level. You cautiously draw your weapon and make for the ramp downward, Hancock close behind. You flip on the light of your pip-boy illuminating the path ahead, nothing you see alerts you to danger leaving pit of unease to settle in your gut. You peer down the ramp, squinting into the darkness searching for the smallest disturbance when a violent cracking sounds from overhead.

Suddenly you feel Hancock's arms around you pushing you to the ground, covering your body with his as the parking structure collapses around you.

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Cooper's meeting with the chem supplier was a productive one, he was able to have a steady supply delivered to Daisy on a monthly basis. He felt that things were really looking up for him, a streak of luck that started in the memory den when everything was finally out in the open.

He had been away from you and Hancock for three days, and it felt like a lifetime. His approach to the rendezvous point is already hurried, wanting nothing more than to sink down next to you by the fire, but when the building is finally in sight he brakes into a sprint.

The sidewalk in front of the crumbled building bears a circle with three lines protruding from the top drawn in chalk. The symbol that had been chosen years prior as a way to confirm where you were camped should you be separated. Frantically he begins searching through the rubble for any sign of life, hoping against hope that neither of you were in the building when it went down.

After hours of torturous searching he hears muffled screams. Hancock. He can't make out a single word he says, his exhausted body still fighting to move concrete slabs as heavy as himself in vain.

"I'm here!" He screams as loud as he can, "I gotta find somethin' to help dig ya out. I'll be back, promise."

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You groan in pain as you open your eyes, the soft green glow of your pip-boy illuminates Hancock's worried face. You bring a hand up to touch the sore spot on your forehead and you wince in pain, blood coats the pad of your finger.

"Fuck sunshine, you had me worried." Hancock is on the verge of tears "I-I thought I was gonna loose you." He takes your hand and kisses it before putting it to his cheek.

Your eyes finally focus and you scan the area, you're in a tight space surrounded by the debris of the parking structure, and Hancock's legs are pinned. The twisted rebar of a slab of concrete is piercing through both legs and keeping him immobile on his stomach in front of you.

"John, we've got to get you out of here. You're hurt." You look around wildly for something, anything, that can help you out of this situation.

"Hey, hey," he pulls your focus back to him. "It's okay, I'll be fine. Once Coop gets us out, I'll heal. Always do. What's important is that you're okay." He does his best to calm you, and it works. You take a deep breath and try to think of a way out of this.

"How long was I out?"

"Long enough for Cooper to get here." He smiles at you weakly. "I couldn't hear anything he said, all muffled. I know he's gonna get us out though. "

You breathe a sigh of relief. You're still concerned about Hancock's predicament, but if anyone can get you two out, it's Cooper Howard.

An ominous beeping echos in the cramped space, the screen of your pip-boy flashes with a warning.

Low Oxygen.

Breathing apparatus recommended.

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The Prydwyn is many things, first and foremost to Cooper Howard it is cruel. The inhabitants of the vessel merely tolerate him for the sake of remaining connected to you. The work you've done for them, mercenary or not, has been invaluable to their cause, which is why he also knows they are your best chance at being freed from the rubble.

"Maxon," the ghoul says as he steps through the door. "Get yer excavators. She's trapped." He goes on to further explain your situation.

Maxon turns to face Cooper, his face grim. "Well from what you're saying, she's probably already dead. I won't waste precious resources on a corpse."

Cooper takes a moment to compose himself. What he wants to do is kill Maxon, torture him, make him regret his existence. He grits his teeth, willing himself to keep his hands from wrapping around the elder's throat.

"I have something ta trade fer yer help."

"What could you possibly have that would entice me to do anything for you?"

"A G.E.C.K."

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"Let me do something dammit." Hancock pleads, losing his patience, his hands being held in place by yours, keeping him from doing anything rash.

"Coop will get us out before the air is gone. End of conversation."

"I won't be gone forever, I just need to cut off my air supply until we're rescued. If something happens to you, I couldn't live with myself, especially knowing I could've prevented it."

"What if it doesn't work and you ARE gone forever? You think it'll be easy for me to sit here and look at your body for God knows how long? Just like Nate?"

Hancock goes silent for a moment before submitting and you release him. Watching another person you love die is not in the cards. You would rather die yourself than face that again. You turn away to stare at nothing, tears stream down your face and he reaches a hand up to cup your cheek.

"I'm sorry Sunshine." Hancock whispers and you feel something sharp pierce your leg. You look to his other hand and see the syringe in his grip.

"Fuck you, asshole." You manage to slur out before everything goes black.

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Hancock looks to your sleeping form, grateful for the small stash of chems he keeps on his person at all times.

As he begins to rip his clothing into pieces his mind reels. The reality is that he is entirely unsure if this plan will work, he's never gone without air for so long. He struggles between seeing himself as heroic for risking permanent death for his love and the cowardice of killing himself so that if you die he wouldn't have to live with the pain.

Through the tears of his dilemma he begins packing his airways with the pieces of cloth he's torn from himself. With his head resting on the cool floor he keeps his gaze towards you and his vision goes fuzzy before he's gone.

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Cooper is on edge watching the excavators do their work. He wants to rip one of the people from inside the power armor and take over himself. They don't move quickly enough for his liking. Hours pass and finally he hears one of them call out that they've found you.

He climbs the rubble and makes his way into the opening, shoving past the brotherhood knights. A column of light shines down on you, but you remain unmoving. Cooper collapses beside you on the ground and tries to find any sign on life, a pulse, a breath, anything. You're warm to the touch but that is the only thing he finds. He lays you back and tries to resuscitate you, switching between chest compressions and breathing into you. His movements are frenzied for several minutes until you finally gasp for air on your own.

He pulls you into his lap, his arms hold you in place like a vice grip and he finally allows his emotions to catch up to him. He buries his face in your hair and hides his tears.

"John..."you say trying to pull yourself to Hancock. Cooper's gaze follows you and he finally notices the state of his other lover. It takes a moment for him to realize what Hancock had done before he frantically tries to help you remove the fabric from his mouth and nasal passage.

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The statehouse is glum, the near silence in the building is heavy, only being broken by the occasional creaking floorboards and mumbled acknowledgements from the guards. In Hancock's office you open the top drawer of his desk and find the treasure that was in his note to you. A gold heart shaped locket.

Tears burn your eyes as a mixture of love, sadness, and anger well up in your chest. You and Hancock will be having quite a chat about his actions while he's stuck in bed waiting for his legs to be useful again.

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Hot Summers Day | Eddie Munson

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Request: No

Warnings: Implied friends with benefits relationship, swearing, swearing, smoking, mentions of drug use, mentions of alcoholism, underage drinking, stealing a paddling pool.

Word Count: 1,906

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Summer 1985 

Today is unquestionably the hottest day of the year. Y/N’s trailer’s air conditioning unit has broken again, and the local handyman is unavailable to repair it due to the numerous other air conditioning units in the trailer park that need to be repaired. She exits her trailer in search of some form of relief from the heat wave after deciding she can no longer endure it anymore. She finds the Ashburn children’s paddling pool to be empty and begging it to be used. 

Since the children’s mother is too inebriated to even notice where her kids are right now, Y/N is confident that she won’t even notice that the pool is missing. Sonny, the oldest of the three children, frequently takes her younger sisters out for the day, not wanting them to witness their mother’s utter stupidity in choosing the drink over them. She also knows Sonny wouldn’t mind if she “borrowed” the pool because they never use it since they are gone most of the time. 

She drags the paddling pool to where she wants it and grabs the hose, rinsing it out before leaving the hose in it to fill it up with water. She returns to her trailer and changes into the peach-colored bikini top she borrowed (but never returned) from her sister and a pair of light blue Daisy Duke denim shorts she cut up from her favorite pair of jeans to wear during the summer. She slathers on sunscreen, not wanting to deal with a painful sunburn that she could have easily avoided and gathers everything she needs to go outside. On her way back from her bedroom, she grabs her two deck chairs and a can of coke from the fridge and heads back outside. 

Y/N arranges the chairs, one of which serves as a table for her cigarettes, the book she’s currently reading, her Walkman, and sunscreen. She walks over to the outdoor tap and turns off the water before returning to the paddling pool and sitting on the empty chair as she dips her feet in the cool water. She takes a cigarette from her pack and puts it between her lips before lighting it. She picks up her Walkman and puts the headphones over her ears before pressing the play button. 

She closes her eyes, a cigarette in one hand and her can of coke in the other, as she loses herself in the soothing raspy sound of Ozzy Osbourne’s voice. 

Y/N loses track of time until she is startled by someone flicking water in her face. When she looks up, she sees Eddie Munson standing in front of her. The young man has a mischievous glint in his eyes and a smirk on his handsome face as he looks back at her. 

“What the hell, Munson?” She glares at him and removes her headphones. 

Smirking, he shrugs his shoulders, and holds out a can of beer to her. “Can you forgive me?” 

“You know, it’ll take more than a beer,” she quips as she takes the beer from him. “But please join me,” she says, shifting her belongings from the chair she’s using as a table. 

“I have some more stuff if you want to come over later,” he says. He’s referring to the weed he gets from his supplier, Reefer Rick. 

“Can we hang out at my trailer tonight?” she inquires. 

When she last stayed with him, they nearly got caught the following morning when Wayne arrived home early from work. They had just finished having sex, when they heard Wayne’s truck pull up outside the trailer. It had been a mad dash to gather their clothing and rush into Eddie’s room before Wayne walked inside. After almost being caught by Eddie’s only father figure, Y/N thought she’d die of embarrassment. Her embarrassment grew as she realized Wayne knew exactly what they had been up to when they finally emerged from Eddie’s room, her cheeks flushed and Eddie wearing a large smirk on his face after all his teasing. Wayne only shook his head and mumbled something about deep cleaning the trailer. 

Her embarrassment grew as she realized Wayne knew exactly what they had been up to when they finally emerged from Eddie’s room, her cheeks flushed and Eddie wearing a large smirk on his face after all his teasing. Wayne only shook his head and mumbled something about deep cleaning the trailer. 

“Are you worried we’ll almost get caught again?” he teases, picking up her sunscreen and puts some on himself after taking off his shirt. 

“No, I need you to fix my air conditioning unit again,” she responds, her gaze darting to the tattoos adorning his chest and arms. 

From the moment she met Eddie, she knew she was fucked. She was attracted to every part of him, from his tattoos, long wavy hair, brown eyes ripped jeans, and the hellfire club shirt he wore religiously. His big brown eyes revealed that he isn’t a complete asshole like most of the guys she knew that had his same style. Deep beneath that tough exterior is a sweet man with a kind heart who always makes her feel comfortable and safe, who can always make her laugh and smile, that gave the best hugs and makes her feel wanted and special. He isn’t overly confident, or obnoxious and arrogant. He knew how to read the room and could figure someone just by observing them. There is so much more to him than just being some freak with tattoos, that plays guitar in a band, and loves metal music and Dungeons and Dragons, with a family who was well known to the local police. If people took the time to get to know him, she knows they would like him. 

Eddie takes a seat in the empty chair, kicking off his shoes before dipping his feet into the water too. “Does Ashburn realize you stole her kids' pool?” 

“As if she’d be sober enough to notice it missing,” she scoffs, taking a drag from her cigarette and handing it to Eddie before opening her beer can. 

A silence falls over the two friends as Y/N considers the possibilities for tonight. They will undoubtedly get high, eat whatever snacks she has in her pantry, and possibly even cook something. They’ll watch a movie or listen to one of the many vinyl's she kept from her father’s collection.  

One of them will make the first move and they'll end up fucking on the nearest surface. There will be no foreplay in this first round, just rough, hard, and fast sex. Before the next round, they’ll move to the bed and share a cigarette. 

Eddie will put her needs ahead of his own in their next round, which will be a little gentler but still rough, and will last longer. When they first slept together, he paid close attention to all her reactions, learning about what she loves and hates. No matter what the situation or how he does it, he always makes sure she gets off before he does. 

He always makes her come more than once the second time, hoping to delay his own orgasm for as long as possible. Following that, he will take care of her, being as gentle as possible, cleaning her up before himself, being mindful of her sensitive areas, and ensuring she is comfortable, especially after a rough round. 

The third round will occur after they’ve slept or napped, whether for a few hours or all night. Their morning routine is always slower, and lazy with their bodies entwined and sleepy kisses exchanged in between soft gasps of pleasure. Eddie is at his most gentle during this time. 

What began as a bit of fun has evolved into something more for her. She wants to believe that she is the only one who sees the intimate side of Eddie. In their relationship, there was no commitment to each other and thinking of him with another woman hurt her. They both agreed at the start that they weren’t looking for anything serious, but as she got to know Eddie more intimately, not just physically, she found herself completely in love with him. She knows deep down that she needs to end it, and that tonight wouldn’t be a good idea if she’s going to try and distance herself from him. Eddie is her drug. She knows she’ll succumb to him as soon as he touches her. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t hang out tonight,” she says, her chest tight and her heart hurting hearing those words coming out of her mouth. “We shouldn’t do this anymore.” 

“What are you on about?” She feels his gaze on her, his beautiful brown orbs filled with confusion. 

“Forget it,” she says as she rises from her chair. She steps out of the pool and into the trailer, shutting the door behind her. 

Eddie, perplexed, worried, and irritated, throws away the finished cigarette before standing up and following her into the trailer, allowing the door to slam behind him. He finds her in the kitchen, with her hands braced on the counter and her head bowed.  

“What the fuck is going on?” 

She looks up at him, her eyes sad. “Nothing! Just-” 

“Don’t give me that bullshit!” he exclaims. 

“What do you want me to say?” she asks, her own voice rising. “That I think we should stop screwing around because it’s getting a little too serious for me?” 

“What are you trying to say?” he asks, puzzled by her words. 

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in and out, then opens them again and locks her eyes on him. She notices the concern and frustration in his eyes. Her heart begins to pound against her chest once more. “Eddie Munson, you have completely captured my heart and I’ve fallen madly in love with you.  I can’t do this friend with benefits bullshit with you because it means so much more to me. Just save me the heartache and just leave.” 

Y/N turns away from him, so she doesn’t have to watch him walk out the door. 

She doesn’t hear the front door open and close; instead, she is surrounded by Eddie’s distinctive scent of old spice, cigarettes with a hint of weed and the spearmint toothpaste that he uses. She bites her bottom lip to keep from gasping as she feels Eddie’s warm chest against her mostly bare back. His rough hands grip her hips as his soft lips kiss her neck before whispering in her ear. 

“I’m not leaving, baby, because I’ve fallen madly in love with you as well.” 

She turns her head to the side, coming face to face with him, his lips barely an inch from hers. Her gaze shifts from his lips to his eyes, searching for any hint of trickery in his eyes, but all she finds is relief and so much love that her heart soars. She twists her body in his arms as she presses her lips ferociously against his. He kisses her back with just as much love and passion as his hands move to her thighs. He slightly bends his knees and lifts her onto the kitchen counter. 

“I am fucking in love with you,” he says, pulling back enough to look her in the eyes. 

“I’m in love with you, too,” she says as she pulls him back into the kiss. 

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remember the nights | chapter five — late night shenanigans

WORD COUNT — 3,322

WARNINGS — minor injury, mentions of blood

NOTES — k i know what i said last chapter but this is also one of my favorites and as usual, please don't do anything represented in this chapter, these people are dumbasses and this is all fiction so PLEASE DON'T DO WHAT THEY DO IN THIS CHAPTER YOU WILL GET HURT

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Since everyone else had canceled on you and Newt two weeks ago, Brenda decided that a large scale hang out was needed to make up for it. Even though everyone agreed, no one knew what exactly she had been planning so far, not even you. All she had told everyone was that it was an overnight thing at her house. 

The majority of the group was fine with that, and apparently so was everyone’s parents. It was only until lunch that Friday, mere hours before you were all supposed to hang out, that Minho decided to ask Brenda for some details. And, in pure Minho fashion, he did it with a mouth full of salad, his words just barely audible among the din of the cafeteria. “So, what are we doing at your house tonight?”

“What?” Brenda asked, leaning across from him to try and hear better. 

“He wants to know what we’re doing tonight,” Thomas clarified, and suddenly, all eyes were on Brenda. 

“Oh, yeah, right.” She smiled, almost like she’d forgotten. “We’re gonna go to Mickey’s, or order out from there, but we’re all going to stay at my house for the night. And all of us have that econ test at some point on Tuesday, right? So we can try and study for that as well, because I’m not failing my first econ test of senior year. If we get bored or anything, I still have the Wii set up in the living room.” 

To no one’s surprise, the group decided that this was an amazing plan. You were excited for it, aside from the upcoming test. From all the complaining Thomas had done over the years, it was clear that Mr. Henley’s tests were, quite frankly, unnecessarily difficult. 

The rest of the afternoon went as it usually did on Fridays. Classes, a bit of homework, and a snack to tide you over before packing a bag and heading over to Brenda’s house with Thomas and Teresa at around 7pm. And, just like every other time you’d had plans so far, you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling antsy and excited in the hours leading up to it. It was something you were either going to have to learn to control, or simply get used to. 

With your backpack slung over one shoulder and a tote bag in hand, you walked up Brenda’s driveway, glancing up at the hill and main road that was attached to the back of her backyard. There were no other vehicles in the driveway aside from Newt’s and Thomas’s, so you could only assume that Brenda’s parents either weren’t home or had parked in the two car garage. 

Your assumption that they weren’t home was proven correct when Brenda greeted you at the door, her home laid out similarly to yours and Thomas’, and directed you to the living room. Giant bowls of chips were laid out on the coffee table, along with fruits, gummy candy, and an abundance of water bottles that were also tucked under the coffee table. 

“I only planned the sleepover for tonight because Jorge took off for the weekend,” Brenda mentioned as you put your bags against the back of the couch, where everyone else seemed to put theirs as well. “Had to go visit some supplier for new coffee or something, I don’t know. All I know is he’s not here until Sunday evening, so the place is all mine for a few days.” 

You chuckled at Brenda’s wide, mischievous grin, and you wondered just how much trust her foster father had in her to keep the house in order by herself for the weekend. 

“Uh, go ahead and get settled, I’m gonna be calling Mickey’s for a delivery order soon,” Brenda said. “I think Jeff’s delivering tonight so it’ll get here quick.”

You dropped onto the couch next to Minho, who was scrolling on his phone, with Newt doing the same thing next to him — though he was snacking on a bowl of grapes in his lap — looking the most relaxed you’d ever seen him. Gally, unfortunately, was the only one of you who wasn’t going to be present for the night, as he and his family were headed to New Jersey yesterday to visit family and wouldn’t be back until late Monday evening. 

After greeting them, you asked where the girls were, only for Newt to tell you that they were upstairs, gathering pillows, blankets, and spare air mattresses to use on the floor. You noticed a single air mattress box by the sliding glass door that led to Brenda’s backyard, and assumed that this was something that typically happened often. That, or Jorge had extended family that visited often. 

You took in the rest of the living room while you waited for the girls. The TV was mounted to the wall, surrounded by a built-in entertainment and storage system. Bookshelves lined either side, with cupboards running along the bottom. The bookshelves were filled with framed photos, books, an occasional potted plant, movies and video games. Where the tops of the cupboards were, underneath where the TV was mounted, seemed to be the shelf in which Jorge and Brenda put their entertainment systems. You were almost shocked to find a Wii, PS4, and an Xbox laid out with their respective controllers and other accessories. 

The kitchen was directly behind you, its archway perfectly lined up with the back of the couch. It took up the whole of the other side of the home, and looked absolutely magnificent. All white cupboards and counters, black accented hardware and utensils, along with a large island on the outer edge and some bar stools. The rest of the kitchen, mostly near the front door, housed the large, 6 seat, solid oak dining table. 

Just as you leaned forward to grab some strawberries from the bowl in front of you, Sonya, Harriet, and Brenda barrelled their way down the stairs and into the living room, carrying armfuls of blankets and pillows. You watched them struggle before dumping the piles near the sliding glass door. 

Brenda sighed, before heading to the door across the living room. “I hate going into the garage,” she groaned, but headed into the dark room nonetheless, pulling out two more air mattress boxes upon her return. 

Thomas helped her drag them over to the outlet near the entertainment system, and everyone got to work in setting things up further. 

You helped Minho push the couch back and the coffee table against the entertainment center to make room, while Thomas and Brenda unrolled the first of the air mattresses. Harriet and Sonya rolled out the others to make things quicker, before helping Newt sort out the blankets they’d brought downstairs. Minho took his phone and headed to the kitchen to order the food, Teresa following to make sure everyone’s order would be right. 

After a very loud ten minutes, the air mattresses were blown up and placed in their respective areas — one between the couch and coffee table, and the other two placed vertically on either side of the first. They’d been fitted with blankets and pillows, and everyone was sitting or laying in some way on a mattress or the couch. Netflix had been playing for a few minutes now as everyone settled in with their textbooks, waiting for the food to arrive. 

You and Newt sat with Brenda on the couch, as you all had to take the test at the same time — and you would be the first of the group to take it — so stressing out together made the most sense. 

Even after the food arrived and everyone was stress eating, the silence between you didn’t let up, as everyone focused solely on their notes and their dinner. The mood persisted, passing the time when everyone finished their food, and when Netflix had asked if you were still there. 

Studying was beginning to become mind numbing, and you didn’t know how much longer you’d be able to read the same pages of notes over and over again before you went insane. You’d begun to hog the bowl of sour keys Brenda laid out in order to keep your hands and stomach occupied while you read. 

At some point, though, Brenda let out one of the loudest sighs you’d ever heard — the loudest being the one your old English teacher, Mrs. Nelson, had let out after reading your classes substitute teacher report — before slamming her books shut and groaning as she tossed her head back onto the couch, moaning out, “I’m so bored,”

“You and me both,” Teresa muttered.

Minho grumbled from his air mattress, “I swear, I think my brain is leaking out of my ears.” 

A beat of silence passed between the group again before Brenda shot up, back straight as she gasped, her features lighting up. “Guys, I know what we should do.” Her smile turned into a smirk as everyone looked up from their books to hear her out. “We should do a shopping cart race.”

As a light wave of protest washed over the group, you looked around, confused. 

“Come on, guys! They’re so much fun and we never do them anymore!” Brenda argued before pointing to you. “Besides, Y/n’s never done it before! She’s gotta try it at least once, right?”

“Are you guys sure this is completely legal?”

“Yeah, of course. We used to do it all the time.” Minho assured you. “Besides, the outside of the grocery store doesn’t have security cameras. They can’t afford ‘em.”

You nodded, but Minho’s words did nothing to curb your anxiety. Instead, you stood still in the shadows of the grocery store, watching as the group gathered enough grocery carts for two people to share one. The sound of the carts rolling across the asphalt of the parking lot was too loud as you rolled them off the property and onto the main road. 

As everyone lined up their carts, you asked, “Okay, so how does this work again?”

“Simple,” Minho shrugged, “someone gets in the cart, someone else pushes it. Whichever one of us gets to that intersection at the bottom of the hill first, wins.”

You nodded, the explanation of the game doing absolutely nothing to calm the odd mixture of panic and exhilaration filling every cell in your body. The pairs had been determined during the climb up the hill behind Brenda’s backyard, and as luck would have it, you were with Newt. Minho was with Brenda, Thomas with Teresa, and Harriet with Sonya. 

Along with Sonya, Teresa, and Brenda, you climbed into the cart, gripping either side of it as Newt stood behind you, hands firmly on the cart’s handlebar. You and Newt were on the far left side of the road, Thomas’ cart next to yours, then Harriet’s, then Minho’s. You would’ve been totally fine with the race, had it not been for the fact that the road you were heading down was on a steady decline with a curve to it. 

Before you knew it, though, Minho was shouting the countdown, his voice bouncing off the nearby hills, and suddenly, you were gripping the cart with white knuckles as feet stomped against the pavement and the wind pushed your hair from your face. You felt the cart rattling all throughout your body as Newt pushed ahead, one foot slotted on the bottom rack, the other continuing to push forward, as though the cart were a scooter or skateboard. 

Keeping the cart on track proved to be extremely difficult, as the tip of Thomas and Teresa’s cart would often ding against the side of yours. You and Newt were in the lead, though, and the adrenaline that pumped through you felt amazing. So much so that you barely noticed that you’d barrelled past the stop sign, and were continuing down the road. 

Just as Newt began using his weight and both feet to slow the cart to a stop, one of the front wheels caught on a rock in the road. You lurched within the cart as it halted slightly before shuddering violently, spinning out on the pavement and eventually tipping to one side. 

As it tipped, the air left your lungs and your grip on either side ceased, favoring the protection of your head as you toppled to one side, pain quickly blooming over your entire body. It was most significant at your right hip and forearm, particularly where your arm had hit the pavement. It stung and burned all at once, pulsing with pain. 

Trying to catch your breath, you immediately used what little adrenaline your body had left to push yourself up and slide out of the cart, trying to get your bearings back. Everyone else had managed to come to a safe stop and were all making their way toward you, shouting concerns as they approached. You looked down to find Newt pulling himself up into a sitting position as well, a slit of dark red blood blooming underneath his eye. 

Thomas and Teresa were the first to make their way to you, the former bending down to help you up. “Are you guys okay?”

“Yeah, I think I’m fine,” you nodded, smoothing out your hair, catching Thomas’ grimace as you did. You glanced back at your right arm, pain still burning across it. You found that the sleeve of the flannel you wore was dotted with holes and tears, dark red blood splotching the fabric. Carefully, you undid the cuff button and peeled the fabric back, briefly inspecting your arm. “Aside from that, apparently.”

A portion of your forearm was littered with cuts and scrapes, some of which had pebbles or bits of asphalt embedded in them. The entire area was stinging, your skin clearly rubbed raw from the impact. The flannel you wore had protected most of your arm, and the wipe out had been mostly low-impact, so you were sure that as long as you cleaned and wrapped your arm, you’d be fine. 

Newt limped his way over to you and Thomas, accompanied by the rest of the group. He gave you a once over, nodding mostly at your arm as he asked, “You okay?”

“Pretty much, it’s mostly just my arm. You?”

“For the most part. The bloody cart came down on my leg,” he said, glancing back at the cart. “I tried to stop it, but it must’ve hit something and wiped out, m’sorry.”

You shook your head, laughter bubbling up from your chest. “It’s okay, Newt. Don’t worry about it. The pain will probably be gone by tomorrow, it’s no big deal. Besides, it was my first cart race ever, and we won, didn’t we?”

Newt smiled, looking at where everyone else’s carts were. “We did.”

After pushing the carts back uphill and returning them to the grocery store, everyone headed back down the path into Brenda’s backyard, talking and recounting previous cart races and giving you third person perspectives on the crash. You assisted Newt, considering he was still mildly limping as you headed down the rocky terrain. 

By the time you were back in Brenda’s living room, you were left with just the sting of the cuts on your arm. There was no telling yet if you would end up with any bruises, but it was bound to happen, and there wouldn’t be anything you could do about them. 

Almost as soon as you were through the door, Brenda ushered you and Newt up the stairs to get cleaned up. “The bathroom’s at the end of the hall, through the door on the left. There’s a first aid kit underneath the sink.”

You followed behind Newt, who searched for the kit in the bathroom cupboards, finding it quite easily. It was massive, and you figured that Brenda must’ve been the clumsiest person on the planet, as the kit was nearly professional. 

After you took your flannel off, leaving you with your tank top, Newt began to patch up your arm. He held it over the sink, pouring antiseptic over it, and you had to bite your lip just to prevent yourself from making any noise. It stung even worse now, but the wound was clean and free of debris. Then came the adhesive gauze patch, the second largest one in the kit. It covered almost the entire length of your forearm, but barely half of its circumference. 

Once you were patched up, you grabbed the bottle of antiseptic from the ledge of the sink and doused a cotton ball with it, gently grasping Newt’s chin to hold his face steady while you wiped the cut clean, along with any blood that had dried around it. He hissed when the antiseptic touched his cut, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Such a baby,”

“Says you,” he retorted, brows furrowed. “Don’t act like you didn’t cry when I cleaned your cuts.”

You only scoffed, pulling back to search for a band-aid. “I have road rash, Newt. You basically just cut your cheekbone.” 

The blond stayed silent, and you smiled and huffed in satisfaction, pulling out a small band-aid. Once it was covering the cut, you both packed up the kit and put it back before heading back down to the living room, only to find everyone arguing over what to play. The Wii’s home screen was displayed on the TV, but it seemed everyone was struggling on what game they should play first. 

Finally, everyone had settled on Just Dance, and there ended up being a rotation of sorts. either two or four people would play a few rounds, then another, then another, and so on. It didn’t take long for everyone to have ran through all the good songs, so Wii Sports was the next up on the list. 

You could already tell, as Newt and Minho almost started an actual fight over Minho’s loss in tennis, that it would be a very long night. 

When the morning came, you didn’t want to go home. Last night was so much fun that you wished it would never end — much like your nights at the park. 

Over all, between the Wii games — where Thomas managed to misjudge the distance of the coffee table and ended up violently smacking his foot into it during his stint with Rasputin — and watching Mamma Mia! and recreating a lot of the scenes, you had a pretty tiring late night.

Somewhere during the second movie, everyone fell asleep one after the other on the air mattresses, while Brenda went upstairs to her room and you claimed injury and took the couch. 

After dropping Teresa off at her house, you came home with Thomas to find Chuck sitting at the table doing his homework with Maggie’s help, your father likely checking emails in his office. Despite you wanting to keep it secret, there was no hiding the bandage on your arm as you headed for the stairs. 

Without glancing up from Chuck’s workbook, Maggie asked, “So how’d the race go?”

You and Thomas froze, sharing a look before he darted off. You glared at Thomas’ back as he began his ascent with a guilty smile, while you debated your answer. 

Finally, you glanced at her as you said, “Newt and I won,”

You could hear the smirk in her words as she said, “That’s my girl.”

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Namjooning - Namjoon & Grace

It was cute to watch Namjoon buzz his little socks off in the passenger seat of her car. He already had accumulated a list of plants that he thought would be suited for her apartment and for her needs, especially since she was going to be getting a cat soon. He had extensively researched local shops and suppliers, had done his own research into each plant and how it needed taking care of, which ones could survive on their own essentially and which ones would bloom lovely with the right amount of care. 

When Grace had gone to Namjoon for some advice over what plants to get for her apartment (they literally lived in the same complex) and which ones wouldn’t be harmful to her future cat, she didn’t realise it would become a thing. She knew he loved plants, his little bonsai tree was proof of that and the amount of plants that used to live at the dorm as well under his care meant she was putting her trust in the right person. 

So he had got his list together, found a trusted shop to go to and arranged with the owners for a private hour for them to buy plants. It had amused her greatly at how serious he was taking this. 

After parking in the back and making their way to the main front door, it was clear that the shop in question was a plant lover's dream. Named the Gardener’ Wife, run by a gardener and his florist wife, it had been in Seoul for the past fourteen years. And it was clear they were going to be the experts in the field.

For Grace, she just showed her bank card and let them have it. 

She found a cart full of Pothos, zanzibar gem, areca palm, spider plant for the cat, and so much more. Her apartment was going to look more like the garden shop than it was an apartment. But at least they were easy to look after and she would only have to give them a water when they needed it.

“Thank you so much,” Grace said as she took her bank card back. “Namjoon is going to have fun now trying to find the right home for all these.”

Namjoon blinked from where he had been looking at a handmade pot, small enough to fit in his hands but large enough to hold a plant. “Isn’t this cute?” he asked, holding up the pot for Grace to see. 

“You’re cute,” she gave as a response and grinned when the dimples came out. “I guess we’ll have that as well.”

The pot found its precious place on Namjoon’s lap and all the plants were secured in the boot. It smelt like a garden nursery in the car, a mix of nature and soil, as well as plastic from the watering can Namjoon had made her get. 

“Thank you for doing this for me,” she said as she put the car in neutral when they reached a heavy amount of traffic on the way back to their complex.

“More than welcome, Gigi. Thank you for my pot,” he said as he held it tightly in his hands.

“Just don’t break it. Maybe we should have got you a plastic one,” she teased as she glanced at the younger man next to her. He may be her leader but he was still five years younger than her and you could tell that by the way he glared at her. 

“If this is what you call Namjooning, then I might Namjoon a bit more with you,” she added once the traffic started. 

“I’d be more than happy for you to join me as I Namjoon,” he chuckled as he looked at the pot in his hands then towards the woman he had met all those years ago when he was an early trainee. “Thank you as well, Gigi.”

“For what?”

“For always believing in me.”

“Anytime Namjoon, anytime.”

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Grogu wondered what the day was going to be like… happy, scary, dangerous (actually they were almost always dangerous), sad, boring (never boring), or something else? He hoped for something else. Something surprising. Like a party. Or a trip to an all-you-care-to-eat buffet. Yum. That would be great and a huge change of pace. 

It wasn’t that the Mandalorian didn’t care about food. He did. As a human he had to eat just like Grogu did. Well, not just like Grogu did. Din Djarin showed no interest in frogs, head-on shrimp, crickets, dung worms, or fried gorg on a stick. Nope. He liked rations. Boring, predictable rations. Yuck.

Grogu had actually eaten plenty of rations in his time. He was older than the Mandalorian after all. He’d had more than his fill of the flavorless, dull, textured, slabs of nutrients, carbs, fats, and proteins. He had no love of them, lost or otherwise. 

He blamed Master Yoda. The Grandmaster Jedi was much older than Grogu and he no longer liked a broad variety of things. Grogu suspected that Yoda was simply bored with food. After 900 years he’d probably earned the right to be bored with it. So the kitchens at the Jedi Temple made him those wretched ration packs with their soft bars of processed stuff and folks figured because Grogu was the same species as Yoda, that he must like the same stuff. Nothing could be farther from the truth. 

Grogu liked things that crunched. That slithered. That tasted richly of the earth or the ocean. And while he wasn’t a huge fan of hot and spicy, he was a huge fan of warm and savory. But that was not how rations were ever described. 

Grogu was of the opinion that a thing you ate should look different when it was finished being processed by your body than when you opened the sleeve, tin, or pouch it was contained in. He didn’t think that was too much to ask.

Grogu had told the Mandalorian that but all Din Djarin did was laugh. Grogu wondered why at the time and then they had to use the sewer system to get somewhere without being noticed and Grogu realized what his dad had been talking about. There were worse things than rations. Not many. But at least one.

But with a whole brand new day gleaming in front of them, Grogu just hoped that maybe the Mandalorian would relent and they could do something novel, like have a barbecue, or visit a restaurant that wasn’t part of a cantina, tavern, or bar. Maybe they could go to a place with a chef named José and eat finger food and stuff on small plates all afternoon and drink something fizzy and sweet and chat about nothing at all. That seemed like a great way to spend a day. 

Grogu explained that to his dad and the Mandalorian had just grumbled that Grogu was going to be spending a lot less time with Fennec and Peli. No meal needed to take three hours and the Creed had never referred to any meal as ‘brunch’. Food was fuel, not entertainment, and they’d have to spend a whole month collecting bounties to afford that kind meal any way. 

Grogu knew his dad wasn’t wrong about that. Peli and Fennec had complained about the cost of the place that had opened on one of Tatooine’s moons. Grogu could understand that. Chenini wasn’t a population center. It was a big piece of rock floating in space. The restaurant had to supply water, air, pressure, gravity, you name it, plus something Peli complained very bitterly about, valet parking. 

He wasn’t suggesting that they go there everyday. But once would be nice. Right? Something special just because it was a beautiful day and they had the time and nothing better to do. Grogu thought that made a lot of sense. 

The Mandalorian, on the other hand, said, “Hey kid, we’re going into to town to get a lead on another supplier of armor polish. We can stop at the market stall for lunch. I’m sure they’ll have something you like. I’ll bring some rations, just in case they don’t.”

That was incentive enough to find whatever the market stall had enjoyable. And Grogu knew that his dad knew that. That was the point. Some day, when Din Djarin was old and grey and depended on Grogu bringing him his meals because he couldn’t just walk for clicks in his armor anymore, Grogu was going to make his dad eat fresh vegetables and see how much he liked that. The best revenge is one that can be harvested from your own garden.

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Landscape architecture - Tree House

What is the role of a landscape architect?

A landscape architect is a professional who designs outdoor spaces, with a focus on functionality, aesthetics, and environmental sustainability. Their role encompasses a wide range of tasks related to planning, designing, and managing landscapes such as parks, gardens, residential areas, campuses, and commercial sites. Here are some key aspects of their role:

Site Analysis: Landscape architects assess the natural features and characteristics of a site, including topography, soil quality, climate, and existing vegetation. They also consider human factors such as usage patterns, accessibility, and cultural significance.

Design Development: Based on site analysis and client requirements, landscape architects develop conceptual and detailed designs for outdoor spaces. This includes layout planning, selection of plant species, hardscape elements (such as paths, walls, and structures), water features, and lighting.

Environmental Considerations: Landscape architects prioritize sustainability and ecological principles in their designs. They may incorporate features such as rain gardens, green roofs, native plantings, and water-efficient irrigation systems to minimize environmental impact and enhance biodiversity.

Collaboration: Landscape architects often work closely with architects, engineers, urban planners, and other professionals involved in construction projects. They collaborate to ensure that landscape designs integrate seamlessly with overall site plans and meet regulatory requirements.

Client Interaction: Landscape architects consult with clients to understand their needs, preferences, and budget constraints. They present design proposals, solicit feedback, and make revisions as necessary to ensure client satisfaction.

Project Management: Landscape architects oversee the implementation of their designs, coordinating with contractors, suppliers, and subcontractors. They may also manage construction documentation, permitting processes, and project timelines to ensure successful execution.

Maintenance Planning: Landscape architects consider long-term maintenance requirements when designing outdoor spaces. They specify appropriate plant species and materials that are resilient and easy to maintain, and may provide guidance on landscape management practices to preserve the integrity of the design over time.

Overall, landscape architects play a crucial role in shaping the outdoor environment to enhance functionality, aesthetics, and sustainability while meeting the needs of clients and communities. Their expertise lies in integrating natural and built elements harmoniously to create beautiful, functional, and sustainable outdoor spaces.