#billiards beer pong

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Most Attractive Billiards Players

Most beautiful billiards players in the world

Emily Duddy

Billiards is a sport that requires skill, precision and focus, and there are many talented players from around the world who have made a name for themselves in the industry. However, when it comes to beauty, there are a few players who stand out.

One of the most beautiful billiards players is Allison Fisher. This British player is considered one of the greatest female pool players of all time, having won numerous world championships and tournaments throughout her career. She is known for her elegant playing style and her stunning looks.

Another beautiful billiard player is Ga-Young Kim from South Korea. She is a professional pool player and is known for her impressive skills on the table. She is considered one of the most attractive players in the world, with a unique combination of beauty and talent.

Another notable player is Karen Corr, an Irish professional pool player and commentator. Karen is known for her striking features, svelte figure, and striking eyes. She is a great player and has an impressive list of accomplishments including multiple world championships.

Lastly, Line Kjørsvik from Norway. She is a professional pool player who is known for her beautiful looks and impressive skills on the table. She is considered one of the most attractive players in the world, and has won multiple international tournaments and awards throughout her career.

These players are not only beautiful but also incredibly talented and accomplished in their sport. They have proven that beauty and skill can coexist in the world of billiards.

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hey! can i get something like... Vada cavell x Fem reader? R is in a bar playing pool but she is terrible at it. Vada is enchanted by R and approaches her but R doesn't pay much attention to Vada. Vada then makes a bet that if she wins the pool match against R, she will get a kiss.

you can make the ending with R liking Vada and going home with her. smut if you want and g!p if u want

first fuck

Pairing: G!p!Vada Cavell x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^^ request!!

Words: 4.0k (was not expecting this is THAT long)

Warnings: smut. i think thats painfully obvious. but also a little fluff, bottomvadabottomvadabottomvadaholyshit, i love a confident to awkward little guy vada cavell

a/n: thank you for your request anon!! much appreciated, hope ive fulfilled it

masterlist.

Vada wasn't what you'd call someone who's great at pool, 8ball, or billiards, whatever you'd call it.

She'd boast about being 'somewhat decent' at the game even though her skills barely lined between the basics and knowing nothing at all.

She manages to win a few games here and there, but she doesn't really think winning a game against her 11 year old sister would be much of a win situation.

You on the other hand, the prettiest girl that Vada was definitely not watching for the past 20 minutes trying to pocket atleast one ball, basics were definitely not your thing. Or maybe you just skimmed it all and let it go through the other ear with how absolutely terrible you are playing.

Not that Vada has any room of say. But watching you focus so intensely on the cue stick only to somehow to sink the 8-ball in every match is almost adorable to her.

She couldn't tear her eyes off of you for even a second—it's suffocating.

She couldn't care less watching an idiot struggle lining up her shot for what felt like the hundredth time this evening surrounded by, seemingly, your group of friends.

Yet she could. She could say she was head over heels for you, enchanted even.

Vada, perched on top of the edge of one of the bar tables, a wry smile slowly coming up to her face as she watched you, drink in hand while she swirled it around, the ice slowly melting but her gaze on you remained frozen.

She heard how your friends cheered you on for the hundredth time, giggling while they watch you horribly fail and pocket the cue ball. They were ganging up on you quite fast, like there was some bet going around that if you win they'll probably give you 100$.

"So are you just going to keep watching that girl or are you going to come with us?" Nick creeped up, hand in hand with Mia, slightly kicking one of the legs on the chair, almost tumbling Vada down. Though she would rather die in her own hole than admit that she was someone light-weight.

Vada almost got knocked off if not for her getting a grip on the edge. "Kick my chair one more time and I will make my fall so damaging your wallet should be the one being hospitalized." She scowled, even if it looks like a pout more than anything.

"Scary." Nick rolled his eyes, almost darting his tongue at Vada if not for Mia nudging Nick, shaking her head while letting out a sigh.

"We're gonna play beer pong with the others. You coming, Vada?"

Vada hesitated for a moment, she could play pong where she was an absolute beast at, or she could stay and horribly pine for a girl she just saw like some weird stalker.

It's an easy choice.

"Mn, no thanks," she squeaked out, nodding slightly, "You guys go ahead. I'll catch up with you later," she replied, mustering a half-hearted smile before averting her gaze back to you.

The two let out a shrug, a 'suit your self' kind of shrug as they headed towards the table of those stereotypical cups you'd see in highschool parties, surrounded by her other friends. She could almost regret her decision if not for you catching her eye just for a slight second.

With a deep breath, as well downing what was left of her drink in mere seconds, she pushed herself off the edge of her seat and made her way over to your table, steeling herself for what she hoped would be a move of confidence (or maybe to fuel the lack of.)

And of course she'd regret it right away when she was already 2 steps away from you.

God, you were pretty. So, so, so pretty. Like her breathing capacity slowed down to a minimum.

Her hands made her way to that one ring on her pointer finger, fidgeting as she felt her heart pound in her chest and making its way up to her ears. She felt a flutter of nervous excitement in her stomach, like butterflies. But it wasn't just flying around, no, it was definitely eating her from the inside. In a good way.

She cleared her throat, trying to sound casual but not like that voice you'd do when it's awfully obvious you've been staring at them for a while.

"Uh," she started, or maybe stammered. What a way to go, Cavell. "Hello, do you—would you mind if I join in?" She stood at the left side opposing yours, fidgeting with her hands.

No response.

She didn't miss how her heart shot up a pitch when you glanced her way for a brief second before returning to that focus you had.

Maybe, at that point, it was Vada's cue to stop talking, but she persisted anyways, "I'm pretty good—okay maybe not that good but I do know the basics. You know, how to pocket a ball or two... is it alright if I play a game with you?" What an absolute lady charmer, Vada.

But again, no response.

It's sad how she sounded like if a man embodied a 7th grader who still used the same reduce and reuse horrible pickup lines was a 5'3 19 year old woman.

Vada bit her lip, so maybe it actually was the time to shut the fuck up. Or maybe not. Downing a glass of beer wasn't technically a way to stitch one Vada Cavells mouth up even if you tried.

So as some last-ditch effort, and something she wouldn't normally do if she had the mental capacity to stop her brain, Vada slammed a couple of $100 bills onto the pool table.

If someone were to ask where in the fuck did she get all her money from she'd probably answer that she's been waiting for this day. (Even if it was the money to pay her large amount of debt for Nick.) It was safe to say it caught all your attention.

"Could I make a bet with you?"

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You weren't getting a fucking thing.

Pool wasn't your strong suit, more so not your forte. Maybe agreeing to joining a game with your friends might not have been the wisest move you've done. Sure you pocketed some balls, but they were either by a long shot or the wrong ball.

When you got that invite via text, you figure you'd just join in for a while then bail when things either, a, get messy and they have to drag you in for a possible aiding and abetting crime that would mess up your whole record, or b, becoming the designated driver for your friends who'll be blacked out like a light switch.

No person who has the mental capability and their frontal lobe intact would see either options to be appealing.

The balls scattered on the table after a near perfect break, which was the only thing you were good at you noticed, and your attempts to sink them into the pockets were met with more misses than hits.

To say that your patience was wearing thin was an understatement, and you have half a mind of stabbing your friends in the eye with the cue stick.

Your friend slung her arm over your shoulder, unable to contain her laughter. "Oh, this is sad to look at. You should just give up the 100$, y/n. It's been, what, 5 rematches? That's not even counting the times you accidentally hit the wrong ball."

You roll your eyes, hearing everybody laugh around you before sighing as you tried to line up your next shot, "I'd rather die before I have a negative symbol to my name." You retorted, mustering up the confidence and that one comfortable hand position that wasn't doing you any justice.

Of course, it doesn't. It always doesn't. How was it possible that you were hitting every corner but the one you're supposed to hit!?

The others let out an empathetic little 'ooooh...' even if you knew they were tiring their asses out not to laugh at you.

"Knowing that you have a 100$ and nothing is crazy, and that's even sadder."

And that's when you heard a loud slam when you were about to make your shot, expecting it to be one of your friends' hands messing you yet again, so imagine your surprise when you looked up to find the most amount of money you've been offered your whole entire life.

You blinked, your grip loosening on the cue stick as your gaze repeatedly looked down at the money and at the girl, "Hello?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

You knew this girl was watching you ever since she walked up to the table, yet you never seemed to pay attention to her, so you hadn't taken a good look at her until now.

Oh you were fucked.

She was gorgeous.

To say that your curiosity was piqued was an understatement, it was definitely caught. Trapped, even. "A bet?" you repeated, the flicker of interest in that one word was something you needed to work on, "what kind of bet?"

She nodded, a smile coming out of her lips. A dimple. Shit.

Her gaze was locked onto yours, you didn't even notice how all your friends dipped the moment the cash was slammed onto the table. "Yeah, is that... cool with you?" she leaned against the table, you didn't even notice she was only wearing a pair of basketball shorts and an oversized tee. "I'm Cavell. Vada, Cavell."

It looked hot on her more than it should've.

"We play a game of pool, think that's obvious enough," she chuckled, "If I win..." Vada paused, you could see her thinking as she stared off, "you owe me a kiss. But if you win," her fingers tapped on the bills of cash laying around, "I'll give you this. Maybe even double."

There is in no universe, no world, does the prettiest girl you have ever seen just proposed a bet with the stakes of a kiss and a couple hundred dollars in hard cash.

And it's almost concerning how you'd burn all the stacks of cash just to lose and kiss this girl. A stranger, yet she was one of those strangers who you'd absolutely go down on.

Maybe you had too much to drink when you gave a silent nod and accepted her challenge.

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It's only been a few minutes into the game and you're giving half a mind to throw the game all together and pull Vada into the nearest stall and makeout with her.

You'd have to remind her that it's you should be plotting the cue ball then shoot. Not wink at you with that insufferable smirk on her face, take the cue ball from your hands, and pocket her own ball.

You're pretty good yourself, you noticed. You started taking on a different approach to cue spins, and you were getting the hang of not accidentally shooting the wrong ball.

Yet your thoughts became increasingly tempting, each one more distracting than the last.

Every time she leaned over the table to line up her shot, you couldn't help but stare at the way her hair often fell in loose waves around her face, her shirt falling against her movements.

That distracting in a way you could almost gauge your eyeballs with the cue stick to remind yourself to focus and tear your gaze away from her. Quite literally.

You lined up your shot, to say that your fingers were trembling was an understatement, they were fucking palpitating at this point. You try to ignore it yet it felt like every nerve in your body was relying on this damn point in your life, like they don't have anything better to do than make your body function normally.

It would only take one solid ball to make your shot and you can get to finally shoot the 8-ball.

"Oh shit right, I didn't get your name."

Of course, Vada of all people, would only ask this question now.

Your mind goes blank for a moment. Shit, shit, shit.

"Oh, uh, it's…" you stammer, feeling like a complete idiot for forgetting your own name in front of her.

Before you could even speak, she's leaning in even closer, her perfume taking your senses, a scent that you could almost overdose in and would gladly take either heaven or hell.

"It's y/n," you finally manage to say, the rush of relief never felt more satisfying than the words leaving your lips.

The built up tension in your mind eases slightly as you meet Vada's gaze as you turn your head, her smile widening into a ray of sunshine that warms your heart. It's captivating, almost mesmerizing, and for a moment, you find yourself lost in the warmth of her gaze.

And maybe a little too captivating to the point you miss the unmistakable sound of balls clacking against eachother as they fall into the pockets, watching in disbelief as Vada pockets her last striped bal and the 8-ball all at once.

Oh, fuck me.

"Forgot to tell you that you ran out of time, y/n." Vada smirked, a full-blown shit-eating grin crossing her face.

"Oh my God." You curse under your breath, standing up slightly, even your posture looks defeated. "So not well-played." You jokingly quipped, placing down the cue stick and crossing your arms.

"You owe me something." She inched a little closer to you, her voice too fucking intoxicating for you to handle. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you step back just a slight, her head tilting upwards and a glint in her eyes that makes your heart race even faster.

"Impatient much?"

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"S-shit, wait... "

You gasped for air, stumbling into your apartment. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt Vada's hands falling to your hips and desperately clutching your waist, her body rutting against yours, feeling her clothed erection grinding on your heat. Fuck, you could tell she was big.

Her arms wrapped around you, pushing you against the door in frevor with your heart pounding in your chest as her lips met yours in a heated kiss, her mouth parting to intrude yours.

A sudden surge of desire and hunger shot through you as she claimed your mouth, closing your eyes as you hear her groan inside of your mouth all while she took you breathless.

"I thought you only wanted a kiss," you managed to murmur between kisses, your head tilting to grant her even more access, "Now you take me home to your apartment?" Her touch travelled down further, cupping the swell of your ass, feeling every curve you had in an agonizing desperation.

You'd think making out with Vada in more than 10 minutes in a bathroom stall would satisfy the both of you, yet you're here. In her apartment, feeling her hardened cock bucking against you.

Vada whined, her breath warm against your skin, a smirk gracing your lips at her sound, "I want more," she almost pleaded, "I need more," she whined, "please." Her fingers traced your jawline, your eyes meeting hers that almost begged you to take her.

You nodded frantically in response, your lips parting as your hot breath hits her skin, having no trust by letting your mouth run off rather than shoving her bulging cock down your throat until it fits perfectly in your mouth, pleasing her in every way possible.

Without hesitation, you lean in and kiss every inch of her skin, feeling her abs flex under your touch while you left wet kisses in her wake as you trailed down on your knees, letting your fingers slide into the waistband of her shorts and boxers, her garments offering no purpose to hide her painful erection.

"W-wait, y/n," she stopped you, her hands hovering over yours as she looked down on you with the prettiest doe eyes ever. "I never—I never done this before."

You looked up at her, your eyebrows raised, almost having to withdraw your hands from her, "You're... serious?" It was hard to imagine someone like her never had sex, yet it spurred you on even more knowing it was her first time. Her first fuck with you.

"Well, I have," she explained, her voice slightly trembling, " Close enough. We stopped before we got to actually fucking."

"Sorry, just—" she gulped, her hands leaving yours and tangling them into your hair, "just warning you. I'm not that experienced. Well, I have watched porn—"

"Vada." You stopped her just before she could tell you more, but you couldn't deny that it was extremely adorable for her to do so, "don't worry baby, I'll take care of you."

You wink before letting her boxers hit the wooden tiled floor, her veiny and pulsing cock sprining out and slapping against her abdomen, your eyes widening at the sight of her while your mouth watered and your cunt throbbed with want, needing her cock plowing into you.

"Fuck, Vada, you're huge," you gasped, your fingers wrapping around her dick as you guided the throbbing length to your lips, her pre-cum coating your already abused mouth.

You could sense Vada smirking above you, her ego boosting by the slightest compliment, but fuck she knows she's big.

You looked up at her, your eyes glistening with the faintest hint of lust as you started stroking her dick.

Quiet moans escaped her lips, her hips repeatedly bucking against your fingers while her head was thrown back, her fingers tightening their grip on your hair as you took your time tracing lazy circles around her leaking tip.

Every stroke you made on her had her cock twitching, almost begging for release, whines escaping her mouth every minute, she was pleading for more yet you gave her nothing.

"God, you look so pretty like this, baby, just for me..." You panted, it was intoxicating, maddening, the way she responded to your every movement with desire written all over her, especially when you call her that. She was never much of a dominating one, you noticed.

"Y/n, please… oh, f-fuck!" She threw her head back when you sped up, hearing her labored breaths, the way she would occasionally gasp your name in a broken moan all while you looked up at her like you've done nothing, how could you not tease her just the slightest bit?

You slowed your movements to a halt, drawing out her pleasure in the most agonizing way possible, tilting your head just a slight bit, "what is it, pretty girl? Tell me."

"Wanna—shit..." she moaned, "wanna cum'n your throat, baby, please..."

"Of course, pretty girl," you chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss her hardened cock while wasting no time in shoving her dick down your throat, gagging around her as you feel her erection stretch your lips as you took her deeper and deeper.

Vada's hips bucked around you, her moans growing louder and louder. Your name kept tumbling from her lips in broken moans and cries, her other hand hovering over her mouth yet it never muffled her erotic moans.

"Y/n, fuck, your mouth feels so good around my dick," she moaned, her words sending a shiver along your spine all the way to your dripping pussy.

You gagged around her pulsing length, feeling every crevice and vein inside your throat, your throat constricting as you struggled to take her size.

Spit dripped from your lips, going no where but to her balls and onto the floor as you tried to take her in.

With each thrust of her hips, each gasp of pleasure wanted you to take her in more and more.

You close her eyes, the taste of her on your tongue, the feeling of her throbbing length filling your mouth, the erotic sounds of her moans and your gagging around her dick—it was all too much, and yet not enough.

"Gonna cum, oh God, m'gonna cum..." she took a handful of your hair, trying to push you in deeper, chasing her high, "can I cum? Baby, please, I wanna cum so bad, please, pleasepleaseplease..."

You remove your mouth from her dick, hearing her groan and whine at the slightest bit of distance from your mouth and her cock, releasing it with a little pop all while you lick your lips, the faint taste of her still lingering on your tongue.

"Have a little patience, Vada," you cooed, going to your feet and taking off your undergarments, Vada's eyes immediately shooting down at your wet pussy, watching how her eyes wanted to take you all in, how she wanted to slam you against the bed and fuck you till early morning.

You let your arms stretch over her shoulders, trapping her in as you leaned in, your clit bumping with her twitching cock. "We've got all night, baby. Just wanna have you ready before you fuck me."

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"Vada! F-fuck, m'gonna cum again... gonna cum all over your cock, oh God!"

Throwing your head back, the only sounds that filled the room where the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the sloppy and wet squelch of your pussy as you went down on Vada's cock for the 4th time this evening.

Your words were barely coherent, your hips bucking and squeezing uncontrollably against Vada's cock all while your face was red and flushed from all the orgasms you've been receiving from her and giving her, tears streaming down your face in pleasure and pain.

The only sounds that filled the room were the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the sloppy and wet squelch of your pussy as you rode Vada's cock for the fourth time this evening. Each thrust of your own body left you gasping and moaning in heaven with Vada as she stared at you with her lips parted.

Her hands found peace on your waist, guiding your body with each movement you had on her, showing Vada how to perfectly cowgirl, your ass bouncing every time you hit the base of her cock that painfully stretched you until your puffy folds got used to her size.

Your own hands found their way to her chest, feeling the delicious flex of her abs as your tight walls squeezed around her dick.

Yet, you were running out of stamina, your pace slowing down as you started to grip on her chest a bit more tighter than usual.

Of course, the ever sweetest girl, Vada Cavell, noticed this almost immediately as she cooed, "you alright, y/n?" She moaned breathlessly, her cock still sensitive from you, "we could take it slow if you want—"

"No…" you panted, going to a halt. You couldn't stop now, not when you were so close to the edge, "don't wanna… wanna cum'n your cock… please," you whined, though you weren't resuming to your natural pace of fucking yourself into her.

You collapsed onto her, feeling your eyes closing shut and your body relaxing against Vada, her scent mixed with sweat was oddly comforting all while you melted into her embrace.

Vada sighed against you, her heartbeat against yours was all she needed after a few hours. Gently rubbing your back, she kissed your shoulders, praising you everytime her soft lips landed on your skin.

"You're perfect, have I ever told you that?" She whispered, "the prettiest girl. I don't know what I would do if I didn't offer you that bet." She then chuckled, making you chuckle against her back, pulling her into a tighter embrace as you whined at the loss of her cock inside of you.

"How's that for your first fuck?"

"Better than the shit I've take. Like, way fucking better." You both laughed.

"I'll draw you a bath, 'ts just a few steps away from my bedroom anyway." Vada got up after she laid you down comfortably on her mattress that was awfully stained with your and her juices. She put on a new pair of boxers before kissing you on the forehead, smiling against your skin.

"You're the sweetest, V." You smiled dumbly, yet Vada looked at you with tenderness and fondness in her eyes, like she didn't just fuck a stranger well into late night. But, she might just be falling in love after all.

Vada laughed, a smile creeping up on her face, bringing out her dimples, "V?"

"'ts your nickname," you slurred "Don't you like it?"

She took a moment before responding with a kiss on the lips, her soft ones meeting yours, "I love it."

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V: So... so are we official? Like girlfriends girlfriends, we're not just fucking around? Oh my God, don't tell me this is just a one night stand. Y: Vada, I thought that was already established when I repeatedly came around your dick yelling 'I love you.' V: Rrrrright, but what if Y: Vada, we're girlfriends. Alright?

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another a/n: been mia for probably weeks now, so sorry about that!! especially to those who have pending requests. ive been focusing on my studies recently AND i got hit with the worst cases of writers block. so thats two of them. but now since ive got maybe a free schedule, i can focus more on writing requests! thank you so so much by the way and stories might be posted a lot more late than usual. anyway,

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Jack's New Year's Eve Party- All Time Low Fanfiction

Alex doesn't act like himself at Jack's New Year's party. Word Count: 4171. Takes place during the Don't Panic era.

TW: drinking

More notes at the end.

“Jack, I can’t believe your parents are trusting you to throw a New Year’s Eve party at their house while they’re visiting your family back home. I know they’re pretty laid back, but this is insane,” Rian asked, laughing as he cracked open his first drink of the evening. 

“I don’t know, to be honest. When I asked them about it, I was kind of kidding, but they said yes, so I went with it. I’m excited, though, this is going to be the party I always wanted to throw here in high school. I’ve always felt like this is such a cool party house, and I never got to fully see that vision out back then. I guess now that I’m in my mid-twenties, I’m more of an adult in their eyes,” Jack explained, placing some drinks into a large cooler. 

“Your whole job is to party, Jack, I don’t necessarily think that your parents see you as this mature, wise beyond your years adult,” Zack joked, laughing as he helped Jack load up the cooler. 

“It could be! Either way, I’m so excited for this, it’s going to be such a fun night celebrating the end of such an amazing year. This has been a great year for the band, with the release of ‘Don’t Panic’, it feels like we’ve reached a new level, y’know?” Jack continued, smiling in pride at his thought of the band. 

“We really have, and it’s all thanks to Alex’s songwriting!” Rian said, walking over to Alex and nudging him. 

Alex put on a forced looking smile as Jack turned away from the cooler to look at his friend. Jack was surprised to see such an uncomfortable look on Alex’s face; he knew that Alex was very humble and shy when it came to compliments, but this look seemed different. He couldn’t put his finger on what Alex’s facial expression was saying, but he knew it was at least somewhat odd. 

“Well, it wasn’t just me, you guys are a huge part of the writing process, too. I couldn’t do what I do without you all. I mean, you guys will just come into the studio with a riff or a beat, and a song just naturally forms,” Alex replied, his face turning a light shade of red as he spoke. 

“Yeah, it’s a group effort, but you’re the captain of this ship, man,” Zack added, making Alex’s face get even redder. 

“Thanks, guys. Hey, we need to finish setting everything up, it’s almost ten, and we still need to make sure the decor is up, and that there are coolers and cups in every room people are allowed to go in!” Alex exclaimed, abruptly changing the subject. 

“It should all be fine, but let’s double check, I guess,” Jack decided, letting Alex have an out from the conversation. 

Jack could’ve sworn he saw a small smile cross Alex’s face when he spoke, almost as if it were to express gratitude for getting out of the conversation. Deciding to ignore it for Alex’s sake, Jack led everyone from the kitchen into the living room, where Rian, Zack and Alex took a seat. 

Jack went around through the rest of the house, making sure that it looked ready for later. He checked the dining room, which was set up for beer pong, and the den. Next, he went downstairs, where there was a Billiards table and slot machine, along with a built in bar, which was fully stocked with beer and liquor. Smiling at his work, Jack went back upstairs and sat in the recliner chair by the couch. 

“Everything looks good, I’m so excited! This is going to be the best party our school has ever seen!” Jack exclaimed, making his friends laugh.

“Our school? Do you mean the one we graduated from almost seven years ago?” Zack asked, continuing to laugh at Jack’s comment. 

“Oh shit, it’s been that long? We’re really getting old,” Jack stated, mock panic on his face. 

“We really are, dude,” Alex said, staring off into the distance. 

Jack, Rian and Zack shared a glance after Alex’s comment, but before anyone could speak, the doorbell rang. 

“Our first party guest is here! Zack, put on some music that doesn’t suck!” Jack exclaimed, bolting up from his seat, and rushing over to the front door. 

“Hey now, none of my music sucks,” Zack defensively replied, connecting his phone to the speaker system in Jack’s house. 

“Hey, how are you?” Jack asked, a huge smile spreading across his face as his first guests walked inside. 

“Hey, Jack! Long time no see! Same for you three, too!” One of the guests exclaimed, hugging Jack, then making his way over to the couch to greet the other three. 

Before Jack could even close the door, more people walked up to be let in. Jack was just as excited to see the next group of people as he had been for the first, practically pulling them inside his house. 

This started a chain reaction, several more people quickly started to walk up Jack’s front step to be let in. Jack decided that he didn’t want to be stuck by the door for the foreseeable future, so he left the door open and unlocked the storm door, and went back over to the couch, where his first couple of guests were catching up with Rian, Zack, and Alex. 

“So, you guys have really been all around the world at this point, haven’t you?” The guest asked, opening a beer from the cooler, and passing one to the friend he’d come with. 

“Yeah, we really have now, it’s so crazy. I don’t think we ever pictured the band taking off like this, and being so successful. It’s everything we’ve dreamed of and more,” Rian replied, a huge smile on his face. 

“We knew since high school that you guys would take off. You’re all so talented individually, and bring so much to each other’s talents. And, you guys have the best frontman in the game, which I think has made all the difference,” the other guest added, as everybody turned to Alex, who had been completely silent throughout the entire conversation up to this point. 

“That’s very kind, thank you. It really is a group effort, though,” Alex said, clearly trying to get the attention off of himself. 

Jack noticed that Alex didn’t have a drink in hand, which was very unlike him in a party atmosphere. He decided to help his friend out, so he got up and grabbed Alex’s favorite beer out of the cooler that was on the other side of the room. When he walked back over to Alex and held the beer out for him, Alex almost looked confused at the gesture. 

“Oh, thanks, Jack. This is my favorite,” Alex stated, another forced smile making its way onto his face. 

Jack really wanted to pull Alex to the side and ask him what was going on, but he didn’t want to make Alex feel more uncomfortable than he probably already did. He hoped that Alex might eventually talk to him, because he was concerned, but he didn’t want to make anything worse. 

“You’re welcome, man. Hey, should we go play beer pong in the dining room? This is a house party, after all!” Jack exclaimed, making everyone but Alex smile in excitement. 

“Let’s do it!” Rian exclaimed, leading his friends out to the dining room. 

Alex trailed behind, looking down at his feet as he slowly made his way into the dining room. Once they were in the dining room, Rian led Zack over to one side of the table, and Jack guided Alex over to the other. 

“We should do a two versus two! Me and Zack versus you guys!” Rian exclaimed, looking over to Jack and Alex. 

“I think I just want to watch, actually,” Alex said, avoiding making eye contact with any of his friends. 

“We can’t do a two versus two if one team only has one,” Jack pointed out, causing a guilty look to appear on Alex’s face. 

“Hey, I’ll take Alex’s spot!” A high school friend exclaimed, rushing over to stand next to Jack. 

“Um, sure, as long as that’s fine with you, Alex. I know we’re typically a team when it comes to beer pong,” Jack continued, looking over to Alex. 

“Yeah, that’s totally fine. I’m going to sit and watch. I’m rooting for you, Jack! No offense, Rian and Zack,” Alex replied with another forced smile. 

Everybody shared an awkward laugh as Alex sat down on one of the chairs that was along the perimeter of the room. The others started their game as Alex watched, seemingly zoning in and out as the game went on. Jack couldn’t help but continue to look over to Alex as they played, his concern continuing to grow. Alex was typically the life of any party he was at, so to see him be so reserved and uncomfortable felt very alarming to Jack. 

Once the game was about to end, with Rian and Zack in the lead, another huge wave of people walked in, stealing Jack’s attention. Some of the guests walked over to Alex and talked to him, and Jack was fairly certain that the smiles Alex was sharing with them were more genuine than the ones he’d been wearing up to that point. Jack was still concerned for his friend, Alex’s behavior for the past hour had not been his normal, but Jack hoped that seeing more people would bring up Alex’s mood, and make him the happy, fun guy he normally was. 

Since Alex seemed to be a bit happier, Jack took the opportunity to mingle with guests. More people ended up coming than Jack had expected; his guests brought their friends, which made the party multiply in size from what Jack had originally expected. This was more than okay with Jack, he’d always dreamed of hosting a party like this, this was a bucket list night for him. He spent the next forty minutes chatting with everyone, catching up with old friends, and introducing himself to new ones. He took a few shots with different people, but cut himself off earlier than he normally would; since he was hosting, he felt some responsibility to stay sober enough to ensure his guests’ safety. 

Once the new year was only about twenty minutes away, Jack realized that he hadn’t seen Alex since the beer pong game, which had been almost an hour ago. Jack wanted to ring in the new year with his best friend by his side, so he decided that he needed to start looking for him. The first place Jack went to look was the basement, that was the only room he really hadn’t spent a lot of time in since the party started, so he figured Alex could’ve snuck down there at some point. 

As Jack made his way down the basement stairs, he heard loud music and a lot of yelling, quickly realizing he was walking into a very intense game of pool. He laughed as his guests yelled as one of the players shot two balls into a pocket, but stayed focused in his mission of finding Alex. He searched throughout the main room, then opened the bathroom door, thankful to not have walked in on anybody. After one last quick scan, Jack decided that Alex wasn’t in the basement. 

He walked back upstairs, saying hello and laughing to the guests who came up to him on his way. Jack made a lap around the main level, not finding Alex anywhere. The only place Jack hadn’t checked was upstairs, where the bedrooms were. Initially, he didn’t think to look upstairs, since the party was mainly in the basement and on the main level, but he figured that Alex had to be up there somewhere, since he hadn’t been anywhere else. He checked his parents’ room and one of the guest rooms; Alex wasn’t in either room, but some of his other guests were, with their dates, much to Jack’s dismay. 

“Hey, my parents sleep in that bed, don’t make out on it!” Jack exclaimed, causing the couple making out to jump away from one another and look at Jack in the doorway. 

“Sorry, um-“ the girl started, but Jack waved his hand to cut her off, before walking away. 

Jack went to check in the bathroom, but the door was locked. 

“Alex, are you in there, man?” Jack asked, knocking on the door. 

Jack heard some talking from the person on the other side of the door, but it was muffled and incoherent. Seconds later, the doorknob started to twist, and the door was opened up. Rian walked out of the bathroom, a smile on his flushed face. 

“Jack! I haven’t seen you in forever, man!” Rian exclaimed, pulling Jack into an unsteady hug. 

“Forever? Dude, it’s been, like, forty minutes. How’s your night, are you okay?” Jack asked, once Rian let him go. 

“Yeah, this party is great! I’ve seen so many people from our high school class, and I’ve made so many new friends, too! Your parents are the best for letting you host this party!”

“They really are, aren’t they? Hey, listen, have you seen Alex lately? I haven’t seen him since our beer pong game a little while ago, and it’s almost the new year; I want to make sure he’s with us to ring it in,” 

Rian silently thought to himself for a minute, Jack figured the alcohol he’d consumed was making his memory a bit fuzzy. 

“Hm, it’s been a bit since I have. The last time I saw him, he looked like he was going somewhere, and he looked a bit down,” Rian finally said, clearly using most of his energy remember this interaction with Alex. 

“Going somewhere? Did he leave the party?” Jack asked, feeling confused. 

Jack pulled out his phone to see if Alex had texted about leaving for the night, and felt even more confused to see no new messages from his friend. 

“No, I think he’s still here. When I saw him, he mentioned something about going somewhere where only you would be able to find him. He was being super cryptic and mysterious, so who knows what he meant by that,”

Jack felt a lightbulb go off in his head as Rian spoke, a hopeful smile crossing his face. 

“That’s actually really helpful! Thank you, Rian!”

“I’m glad I could be of service. If you don’t have anymore questions for me, I’m going to go back downstairs and find that girl I was flirting with earlier. She might be the one, man,” Rian stated, his tone serious. 

“I’m sure she is, dude. Good luck, I’ll catch up with you later,”

Jack gave Rian an encouraging pat on the back, then quickly made his way to his childhood bedroom. He was relieved to see that there were no party guests in his room, messing with his things or making out on his bed. He knew that it wouldn’t be a big deal if there were, but it was nice to see his space be vacant. Jack took a quick look around his room; it still looked just like it did when he was in high school. His posters were still on the wall, the same bedding was on his bed, and his first guitars were still around the room, some on floor stands and some mounted on the wall. 

He eventually shook his head, getting himself back to reality, and walked over to his closet. Jack opened the door, then pushed the couple pieces of clothing hanging up to the sides, revealing another door. After taking a deep breath, Jack walked into his closet, and opened the door to the steps that led up to the attic. This was one of the reasons Jack had always loved his room growing up, it felt like he had his own hideaway, or bonus room. Sure, his family stored their things up in the attic, too, but it felt like his space. When he had first started hanging out with Alex in middle school, they made the attic their hangout spot. They had many sleepovers and jam sessions in the attic; it was a very special place for the two of them. 

It was because of this, that Jack wasn’t very surprised to find Alex sitting on the attic floor, staring out the tiny window that was on the front of the house. Alex was balled up, his knees in his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs. His head was resting on his knees, and the expression on his face brought back the feelings of concern that Jack had felt earlier in the evening. Alex looked sad, an expression he rarely wore, if ever. Jack had absolutely no idea why Alex was upset, but he had every intention to find out, and to do what he could to be there for his friend. 

“Hey, there’s only about fifteen minutes until midnight,” Jack stated, quietly enough as to not startle Alex. 

Alex pulled his attention away from the window and looked up to Jack, the beginnings of tears in his eyes. Jack took a seat and scooted close to his friend, using his hands to balance himself on the ground. 

“Shit, is it really? I’ve not been keeping up with the time,” Alex replied, his voice small and shaky. 

“Yeah, but that doesn’t matter right now. Alex, what’s going on? You’ve been super quiet and distant all night, when you normally love parties and hanging out with people,”

Alex took a deep breath as he hugged himself tighter, resting his cheek on his knee. He looked down to the ground, then back up to Jack, a shameful look on his face. 

“I don’t know, but I know I’m ruining the night. You can go back down to the party, I’ll be okay,” 

“Alex, we’ve been best friends for more than ten years now. I know something’s up, and I have every intention of staying up here with you to help however I can. Also, you’re not ruining anything, I promise; I just want to do what I can to be here for you,”

“I appreciate that, Jack. I don’t know, I guess the whole ‘New Year’s’ thing just feels different this year. Different in a bad way,”

“How so? Do you just not feel like partying?”

“No, it’s not that. I guess it just feels like I don’t have anything to look back on and be proud of, and I don’t have anything to look forward to in the new year,” Alex explained, sounding embarrassed. 

“Alex, you have so much to be proud of! The band has reached new heights this year, and that is largely because of you! We wouldn’t be this successful without you,” Jack tried, patting Alex on the back. 

“No, the band is a group effort, that’s why we’ve done well this year. Honestly, it feels like that success is because of you three, not because of me. I feel like everything I did this year wasn’t good enough, or at least not as good as it could’ve been,”

“What’s making you think that, though? I know that you know you’re incredibly talented at what you do, what’s making you have so much self doubt now?”

“I think I’ve always felt insecure about my abilities, but it’s been amplified this year. Maybe because we’ve been on bigger stages, figuratively and literally. There’s more people commenting their opinions on us, on me. Sure, we’ve gained new fans, but I can’t go on social media without seeing a negative comment about me, or my lyrics. I know I shouldn’t care so much, I should just focus on the good, but it’s fucking hard sometimes. We started this band to have a good time making music with each other, but I don’t think we thought about the scrutiny that would come when we were jamming in Rian’s basement all throughout high school,” Alex explained, tears finally starting to spill from his eyes. 

“Alex, I didn’t know you were feeling this way. I mean, I know the hate is there, I see it too sometimes, but it’s so small in comparison to the comments of people saying that they love us and our music. When did the hate start to bother you so much?” Jack asked, genuinely surprised that this is what had been bothering Alex throughout the night. 

“It comes and goes, I can’t really remember a specific point in time where it started to bother me. I think that a lot of the time, I can just kind of roll my eyes and laugh, but sometimes it really messes with me. The reason it’s mothering me so much today is because I’ve been reflecting on the year, trying to think of what I’ve accomplished. Anything good that I’ve come up with has been overshadowed by my own insecurities and doubts as a musician and a person,”

Alex moves his head so his face is covered. He unwraps one of his hands from his leg, and puts his hand to his face, wiping away the tears that continue to spill from his eyes. Not knowing what to say, Jack scoots closer to his friend, and puts an arm around his shoulders. Jack hugs Alex tightly to him, as Alex continues to take shaky breaths and cry. They stay like this for a few minutes, sitting in silence, aside from the faint sounds of Alex crying. Eventually, Alex takes a deep breath, then looks back up to Jack. 

“Sorry to dump that on you, I know we’re supposed to be partying,” Alex finally says, his voice unsteady. 

“Don’t apologize, dude. I’m sorry that you’ve been feeling this way, I really had no idea that you’ve been struggling with this. I know it’s easy to say the hate shouldn’t matter, because it can feel like a lot sometimes. I know you might not think this right now, but you are such an incredibly talented musician, and an even better person, and I’m not just saying that. This band wouldn’t be what it is without you, and my life wouldn’t be as great as it is if you weren’t in it. I feel so lucky to have you as my best friend and bandmate, and I know Rian and Zack feel the same. Some mean people with nothing better to do in their lives do not define you, and they really don’t matter. The hate can be loud, but I’m here to be louder, and to remind you of how amazing you are,” Jack replied, wrapping his other arm around Alex to give him a proper hug. 

“Thank you for saying that, Jack. It really means a lot. Sometimes, it’s easy for me to get stuck in my head and fixate on things that are stupid. A wake up call to snap out of it helps, and you’ve done that for me now. Thank you for being such a great friend, I’m so glad we met back in middle school,”

Before Jack could speak, loud yelling started below them, making them both jump. Jack pulled his phone out of his pocket, and saw that it was one minute until midnight. 

“I think they’re counting down, it’s one minute until the new year. Want to watch the time until it changes?” Jack asked, making Alex smile. 

“Sure, let’s do it,” Alex replied, turning his attention to Jack’s phone. 

The muffled sounds started to become clearer, both Alex and Jack realizing that the countdown for the final ten seconds had started. Once the time changed to midnight, they both jumped. 

“Happy new year!” Jack exclaimed, smiling at his best friend. 

“Happy new year! This year is going to be even better than the last!” Alex added, making Jack smile. 

“Damn right it is! This is going to be our year, both as a band, and as people,”

“Thank you again for talking some sense into me, Jack. I really appreciate it,”

“Anytime, man, we both know you’ve done that for me a few times now, too. Are you feeling a bit better?” Jack asked, standing up. 

“Yeah, a lot better. Should we go back downstairs?” Alex continued, letting Jack pull him to stand. 

“We probably should, I need to make sure my parents’ house is still in one piece. Also, we need to check in with Rian and his new soulmate,” Jack said, laughing as Alex raised an eyebrow in confusion. 

“Rian has a girlfriend? Since when?”

“No, not really, but we’re going to go down there and play along, it’ll be a hilarious way to start the new year. I’ll explain as we walk downstairs,” 

Alex laughed again, then followed Jack out of the attic to start the year off right, by messing with Rian, and having a good time with their friends.

Hello! In a perfect world, this would've been up yesterday, on NYE, but I didn't finish it until just a few minutes before posting, so here it is a day late. I spent the last week coming up with possible writing prompts for future stories that I intend on writing, then sharing on here (getting COVID the week of Christmas gives you a wild amount of free time). I'm hoping to have another fic up soon, I've already started on another, so I'm hoping either late this week, or early next week, it'll be up! As always, feel free to leave requests if you have any (I have a couple that I've been starting to work on), I'm always happy to add more to my list! Thank you for reading, it means the world. -Liv

[kandui]

Crowning Glory for A Surf Resort

All over the world, Kandui Villas are widely considered as the standard of luxury surf travel. Coming from a relatively remote corner of the world, Kandui becomes the biggest name when it comes to the needs of function and luxury.

Surrounded by the right elements of the sea, the waves and the picturesque tropical ambience of palm trees and more, Kandui exudes the utmost in luxury and necessities in a surfing island.

In short, the Kandui Villas are simply up there with the next level of luxury surf travel bar none.

The Umas

Riding along the local flow of culture and tradition, the Umas are the 12 exotic bungalows specifically erected for the guests. As expected, they are made of the finest quality local hardwood.

Being standouts for their looks and functions, Umas are also exceptionally unique in their designs that combine traditional Mentawai craftsmanship with complete present-day modern amenities you can think of.

Each facility is very large (7.5 meters wide and 10.5 meters long) with two king-sized beds downstairs and one or two single size beds in the spacious second-story loft. Each unit comes with two air-conditioning units, allowing guests to adjust for their personal comfort level.

The stylishly appointed bathroom and shower facilities features stone floors and a massive cistern which holds close to 10,000 gallons of water.

Hand-carved expertise

The craftsmanship of the Umas takes its theme and directly inspired by its natural tropical surroundings with individually hand-carved expertise from the makers.

The inspiration for these villas (and their animal themes) comes from being inside a place on the edge of the jungle and the sea.

Kandui villas is situated on Karangmajet Island and directly in front of Kandui left, and Baby Kandui, in the middle of the other famous surf mecca known as ‘Playgrounds’

More features

Aside from the world-famous Umas, the Kandui Villas also offers the only infinity pool in Western Sumatra, including a restaurant, bar, game room and spa.

One other outstanding feature at Kandui Villas includes fresh organic vegetables grown in eco-friendly gardens to compliment plenty of locally caught seafood on the menu.

Whether the guest chooses to surf the world’s bet waves, engage in any number of activities, or perhaps simply relaxing and enjoying oneself, Kandui Villas never disappoints in any of these endeavors.

Standards

The Villas’ restaurant is located directly next to the swimming pool and connected by a wooden deck. This deck wraps around the pool and leads to a game room, bar, and palapa.

The game room is located right off the swimming pool deck, next to the bar. It has both a billiard and a ping pong table.

The bar and palapa are located right off the swimming pool deck, next to the Game Room. The spacious indoor/outdoor bar has the requisite cold beers, spirits and mixed drinks.

Also available are the wine and champagne, with selections that provides something for everyone.

Kandui Villas has the best swimming pool in the Mentawai Islands. The main pool is surrounded by a massive out door wooden deck, which connects to the restaurant, game room, bar and palapa.

[yoorekka]

5 Best Subic Restaurants That Will Make You Want to Dine Alfresco

These best restaurants in Subic make outdoor dining more special!

A great meal and a beautiful sight are truly a match made in heaven.

Images: Texas Joe’s House of Ribs (L); Rali’s Restaurants (R) Facebook page

When the weather is excellent, and the temperature is just right, the thought of alfresco dining at these Subic restaurants sounds inviting. Plus, all the natural light makes your food tastier and even Instagram-worthy! Munching on your favorite food while enjoying the fresh air and the outdoor view can be quite the experience.

Luckily, Subic Bay houses multiple al fresco restaurants where you can satisfy your senses. This article ranks the five best restaurants in Subic that offer outdoor dining. If you’re ever planning a food trip here, then read on and list down these notable Subic restaurants! From Western cuisine to traditional Filipino favorites, these dining spots have it for you.

1. Xtremely Xpresso Cafe

Location: Subic Bay Freeport Zone, Olongapo

Fall in love with this delicious pizza when you dine out!

Images: Xtremely Xpresso Cafe Facebook page

First on our list of best restaurants in Subic is Sitting in the heart of Subic is the cozy, vintage-themed Xtremely Xpresso Cafe. The cafe has an outdoor dining area and serves European-quality caffeinated beverages with its Lavazza Italian brand coffee. If you’re a meat lover, this Subic restaurant is for you, don’t miss the chance to get a taste of their famous “Big Ben” pizza, a 22-inch 16-slice pizza topped with pepperoni, bacon, sausages, beef, garlic, onions, and cheese. You can also opt for other unique pizza flavors, including Brazilian bechamel, Spanish sardines, and California style; if you don’t know where to eat in Subic, here is one of the recommended Subic restaurants to visit.

2. Liberty Sports Bar

Location: Alava Quay Waterfront Subic Bay Freeport Zone, Olongapo

This sports bar in Subic thrives during the day and even at night!

Image: Liberty Sports Bar Facebook page

Liberty Sports Bar is a trendy sports bar with the best restaurants in Subic located at the Subic Bay Freeport Zone’s port gate. Its menu is a fusion of Filipino, American, and Western cuisine, so you’ll never run out of options at Subic restaurant. Some of the restos’ best-selling dishes include the Liberty Pizza, a pizza topped with pepperoni, beef, onions, and bell peppers, and the all-time Filipino favorite sisig (pig head and chicken liver seasoned with chili and calamansi). This best restaurant in Subic also offers recreational activities like PS4 games, Jenga, billiards, beer pong, and darts. The bar is open from Monday to Thursday, 4:00 PM to 1:00 AM, Friday to Saturday, 4:00 PM to 3:00 AM, and Sunday, 4:00 PM to 12:00 AM; One of the top Subic restaurants to check out.

3. Texas Joe’s House of Ribs

Location: Waterfront Rd. Corner McKinley. Subic Bay Freeport Zone, Olongapo

Experience the smokey taste of Texas at Texas Joe’s!

Images: Texas Joe’s House of Ribs Facebook page

The best Subic restaurant for meat lovers, the Texas Joe’s House of Ribs is home to Subic Bay’s juiciest and most tender rib-eye steak. This best restaurant in Subic has a lot of various sauces to go along with the steak: original sauce for a savory taste, Carolina Honey sauce for a touch of sweetness, and habanero sauce for a spicy kick; this is the perfect Subic restaurant if you don’t know where to eat around in Subic, You can wrap up your meal with the resto’s desserts, including the hot apple pie served with vanilla ice cream and caramel cake. This best restaurant in Subic is open from Sunday to Wednesday, Friday from 10:30 AM to 10:00 PM, Thursday from 11:00 AM to 10:00 PM, and Saturday from 10:30 AM to 7:00 PM.

4. Rali’s Restaurant

Location: Malawaan Park, Argonaut Highway, Subic Bay Freeport Zone

Prime ribeye with French beans and lyonnaise potatoes, anyone?

Images: Rali’s Restaurant Facebook page

What started as an outdoor grill became an alfresco restaurant with romantic vibes and a splendid, unobstructed view of Subic Bay at Rali’s Restaurant. While the interiors of this Subic restaurant are elegant and classy, the outside area is equally majestic, especially during sunset. The best restaurant in Subic that serves delicious European and Mediterranean-inspired dishes to complement the view. Some of its crowd-pleaser dishes are the prime rib-eye, sous vide pork chops, creamy mushroom risotto, and best-selling blackened tuna salad, which shares Japan and Greece’s unique flavors. This Subic restaurant is open daily from 8:00 AM to 9:00 PM.

5. Cocolime Specialty Asian Cuisine

Location: Rizal Highway, Subic

BEST EATS + RESTAURANTS

5 Best Subic Restaurants That Will Make You Want to Dine Alfresco

These best restaurants in Subic make outdoor dining more special!

By: Antonette Louise Guiao | September 01, 2023

A great meal and a beautiful sight are truly a match made in heaven.

Images: Texas Joe’s House of Ribs (L); Rali’s Restaurants (R) Facebook page

When the weather is excellent, and the temperature is just right, the thought of alfresco dining at these Subic restaurants sounds inviting. Plus, all the natural light makes your food tastier and even Instagram-worthy! Munching on your favorite food while enjoying the fresh air and the outdoor view can be quite the experience.

Luckily, Subic Bay houses multiple al fresco restaurants where you can satisfy your senses. This article ranks the five best restaurants in Subic that offer outdoor dining. If you’re ever planning a food trip here, then read on and list down these notable Subic restaurants! From Western cuisine to traditional Filipino favorites, these dining spots have it for you.

1. Xtremely Xpresso Cafe

Location: Subic Bay Freeport Zone, Olongapo

Fall in love with this delicious pizza when you dine out!

Images: Xtremely Xpresso Cafe Facebook page

First on our list of best restaurants in Subic is Sitting in the heart of Subic is the cozy, vintage-themed Xtremely Xpresso Cafe. The cafe has an outdoor dining area and serves European-quality caffeinated beverages with its Lavazza Italian brand coffee. If you’re a meat lover, this Subic restaurant is for you, don’t miss the chance to get a taste of their famous “Big Ben” pizza, a 22-inch 16-slice pizza topped with pepperoni, bacon, sausages, beef, garlic, onions, and cheese. You can also opt for other unique pizza flavors, including Brazilian bechamel, Spanish sardines, and California style; if you don’t know where to eat in Subic, here is one of the recommended Subic restaurants to visit.

2. Liberty Sports Bar

Location: Alava Quay Waterfront Subic Bay Freeport Zone, Olongapo

This sports bar in Subic thrives during the day and even at night!

Image: Liberty Sports Bar Facebook page

Liberty Sports Bar is a trendy sports bar with the best restaurants in Subic located at the Subic Bay Freeport Zone’s port gate. Its menu is a fusion of Filipino, American, and Western cuisine, so you’ll never run out of options at Subic restaurant. Some of the restos’ best-selling dishes include the Liberty Pizza, a pizza topped with pepperoni, beef, onions, and bell peppers, and the all-time Filipino favorite sisig (pig head and chicken liver seasoned with chili and calamansi). This best restaurant in Subic also offers recreational activities like PS4 games, Jenga, billiards, beer pong, and darts. The bar is open from Monday to Thursday, 4:00 PM to 1:00 AM, Friday to Saturday, 4:00 PM to 3:00 AM, and Sunday, 4:00 PM to 12:00 AM; One of the top Subic restaurants to check out.

3. Texas Joe’s House of Ribs

Location: Waterfront Rd. Corner McKinley. Subic Bay Freeport Zone, Olongapo

Experience the smokey taste of Texas at Texas Joe’s!

Images: Texas Joe’s House of Ribs Facebook page

The best Subic restaurant for meat lovers, the Texas Joe’s House of Ribs is home to Subic Bay’s juiciest and most tender rib-eye steak. This best restaurant in Subic has a lot of various sauces to go along with the steak: original sauce for a savory taste, Carolina Honey sauce for a touch of sweetness, and habanero sauce for a spicy kick; this is the perfect Subic restaurant if you don’t know where to eat around in Subic, You can wrap up your meal with the resto’s desserts, including the hot apple pie served with vanilla ice cream and caramel cake. This best restaurant in Subic is open from Sunday to Wednesday, Friday from 10:30 AM to 10:00 PM, Thursday from 11:00 AM to 10:00 PM, and Saturday from 10:30 AM to 7:00 PM.

4. Rali’s Restaurant

Location: Malawaan Park, Argonaut Highway, Subic Bay Freeport Zone

Prime ribeye with French beans and lyonnaise potatoes, anyone?

Images: Rali’s Restaurant Facebook page

What started as an outdoor grill became an alfresco restaurant with romantic vibes and a splendid, unobstructed view of Subic Bay at Rali’s Restaurant. While the interiors of this Subic restaurant are elegant and classy, the outside area is equally majestic, especially during sunset. The best restaurant in Subic that serves delicious European and Mediterranean-inspired dishes to complement the view. Some of its crowd-pleaser dishes are the prime rib-eye, sous vide pork chops, creamy mushroom risotto, and best-selling blackened tuna salad, which shares Japan and Greece’s unique flavors. This Subic restaurant is open daily from 8:00 AM to 9:00 PM.

5. Cocolime Specialty Asian Cuisine

Location: Rizal Highway, Subic

Cocolime Restaurant is ‘new normal’ ready!

Images Cocolime Specialty Asian Cuisine Facebook page

If you’re still worried about dining in, fret not: Cocolime Specialty Asian Cuisine got you covered! The best Subic restaurant that serves Asian cuisine, but it specializes in Filipino dishes. Have a unique experience at this best restaurant in Subic by trying their rice dishes like the pineapple rice (rice cooked with chunks of pineapple served in a pineapple hollow) and the binagoongan rice (rice sauteed in shrimp paste with pork chunks on top). You can also opt for international dishes like shrimp tempura and hot and sour shrimp soup or tom yum. This Subic restaurant is open daily from 11:00 AM to 8:30 PM; if you don’t know where to eat in Subic, here is one of the recommended best restaurants in Subic for people that love Asian cuisine.

As every trip outside is a big deal now, treat yourself to hearty meals and spectacular views of Subic Bay at only the best restaurants in the area!

Looking for the best Subic restaurants and Central Luzon? Go to Yoorekka Magazine to learn more!

This article was initially published in Yoorekka on November 05, 2020.

[rivertolson]

continued from here. | @bxrnedtohell-fenix

Billiards weren't the only game they could play. There was beer pong, darts, and four quarters. Unless they wanted to get creative, kick things up a notch and take the stakes someplace else. River knew a place but, it could get pretty fucking gory. "There's a ring about a block from here. You could fight me for it. That is, if you don't mind getting a bloody nose." River's partaken in a few matches. He's probably won one out of the four total he's participated in. It was never about obtaining the title for him, though. He joined in mainly to feel something. "You in?"

[rivertolson]

River took no offense to the wisecrack. Instead, he bumped fists with Fenix and gestured for him to take a seat in his office.

While the barstool gave way to its new owner, River unwrapped his inventory and let Fenix have a look. “I’ve got some X, a few opi’s, and wild, magic fairy dust.” The latter was a term used for absinthe. It was gnarly shit, it made people trip, and lately, it was his most popular sell. “If you need a discount, I’ll play you for it.” Billiards had other things besides just pool tables. If you knew where to look, there was a beer pong set up in the back. River wasn’t half bad at the game when he was sober. Which, he wasn’t right now.

Fenix hated billiards. It was never his thing. There was only so much he could do before it got boring. Billiards was a mind numbing game. Which is why there was always alcohol on tap. Fenix couldn’t imagine being sober and trying to sit through 2 hours worth with friends. His game was ping pong. It got the blood pumping. Table Tennis had way more action and competitiveness than billiards. Plus the rules were fairly simple, if you weren’t playing professionally. The ball had to bounce once on the opponent’s side otherwise its out. Everything was fair game besides that. 

He had seen on Google Maps that this bar had a few tables in the far back. If he zoomed in close enough, pass the picture of the couple, under the man’s armpit he could see one. Fenix showed up expecting to find something, but he found absolutely nothing. It was another billiard’s club. Fenix’s eyes were darker than usual. He hadn’t slept in awhile. He was too wired from the Molly he took the other night. Fenix’s fingers tapped at the finished wood waiting for a bartender to reel their ugly head. He hadn’t notice River until he came out with his god awful line. Fenix’s side eyed him, giving him a hard look. He wanted River to feel as dumb as the words that just tumbled out of his mouth. “Who are you trying to get high schoolers? The fuck?” He mirthlessly cackled. After a pregnant pause, “Whatcha got today?” Fenix held a fist out for River to bump back. Fenix didn’t have much, he never did, but he would continue to ask. 

[kela-de-fame-blog]

TOP 3 PUB GAMES : MOST POPULAR AMONG ALL

In the bar while drinking or in our home when we are having a party with a couple of friends where we always look for more fun. You know, we humans are always unsatisfied. Sometimes drinking & cheering enhances the craving for more fun. Maybe it's the reason why these pub games were played from century to century. In the medieval time, they don't have a dartboard like us but they were having fun by throwing a knife.

After going throw many pub games, we looked for the most three popular pub games in our modern time. Here is our top three pick with a small description :

1. Beer pong :

Beer pong not has a long history but getting more popularity in recent time. People prefer it in a pub and also in their house or tailgate party. The rule is simple, you have to arrange some plastic beer cup in a specific fashion at both end of the table. Then throw the ping pong ball or beer pong ball to the cup of opposite end. Now, if you can put the ball to your competitor's cup what the next rule could be, Just use your imagination.

2. Darts :

we already said it, throwing knives were man's popular bar game at the medieval time. Maybe the game like darts is the safer version of knife throwing. But still, darts have the sharp edge and need a steady hand to hit the bullseye. Darts is not restricted only as pub games now, we saw darts championship and how people are crazy about it in recent time. The rule for professional dart game is a little complex. If you are a beginner and playing it for fun then just grab the dart and try to hit the red dot at the center. That's it, feel the wildness of hurting something. If you're looking for darts that suit your style of play, this darts guide can help you.

3. Billiard :

Either it is nine ball, eight balls or snooker, billiard is the staple part of all big bar games. I think everyone knows what billiard is, so no need to break down the rules here. The main difference I found between it and other like the dart or beer pong that billiard is the game for a mind with sharp imagination. Here you have to hit a ball while assessing its next position after hitting.  If you can't think then it doesn't matter how steady your hand is or how well you could hit the ball.

Hope you all will agree with me about our top pick. If not then give us your comment. Last but not least, time is changing and the evolution of games are going on. Maybe tomorrow another new game will come and make our pass time more fantastic & enjoyable. Goodbye for now.

[sugoi-and-spice]

These are Headcanons for pre-PLF Shigaraki. A lot of them would carry over to after he’s had his awakening — but there are a lot of additional thoughts I have about him afterwards that I think I’d like to do in a separate post.

Also, while these are my current HC’s, it’s not like this is the only way I’d write Shigaraki or my definitive thoughts on him. Sometimes it’s really fun to write Shigaraki as a big ol’ slut too. xD

And as a reminder, my Requests are OPEN!

SFW

A lot of fics show Shigaraki playing MMORPG’s — which of course makes sense for story-telling purposes, it’s a good way to meet a non-villain Reader/OC — but I don’t actually think Shigaraki is into them. At least at the beginning of the series he is super NOT a team player. Having to work with a party seriously pisses him off and causes him to rage-quit.

With strangers at least. He secretly actually likes playing with Spinner more than he likes playing alone, but he’ll never admit it. Their go to’s are GTA V, Call of Duty, and Red Dead Redemption 2.

If how much he talks about boss battles is anything to go off of, Shigaraki likes action RPG’s. Particularly those with open worlds, frequent updates, and/or a lot of side-quests — anything with a lot of replay value. Skyrim, Breath of the Wild, GTA V, and Fallout are some of his go-to’s.

Shigaraki is very much a food for fuel type of person. He’ll eat whatever is quick and on hand so that he can get back to whatever he was doing before. 

He’s a big snacker, but doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth. His preference for ohagi and green tea makes me think that he’s more into subtle flavors. 

The alcohol we see him drink kind of reaffirms this for me too. We see something like champagne — or at least, a light wine in a champagne flute — and what looks like whiskey on the rocks. Brut, grainy flavors. I think he’d also keep a couple cans of beer in the fridge in his room for when he’s relaxing with a game. 

He’s super good at bar games. Darts is an obvious one, but also Quarters, Pinball, and Beer Pong. Anything that requires nimble fingers he excels at. He can definitely hold his own at billiards too, although it wouldn’t be his first choice. 

Oh wait, you probably wanted relationship headcanons, huh?

He’d probably fall for a civilian or low-level criminal, maybe even a broker. Probably just not another villain, or at least, not another big-time villain. If we’ve learned anything from his interactions with Overhaul and the Hero Killer, he does not take kindly to serious competition. I also think that deep down, Shigaraki seeks out normalcy and comfort in a partner. So even if he’s dating a lower-ranking member of the League, he doesn’t particularly want to talk about missions or honestly, even send his partner on them. He just wants someone to play video games and talk about nothing with. Not that he’d ever admit that.

Shigaraki’s partner will always be his second priority. Sorry. He does not get distracted from his goals easily and he is very good at prioritizing. When it comes to League plans especially, you’ll never be able to seduce him away. Maybe you can pull him away from a video game, but if his partner starts getting clingy or steamy while he’s trying to work, he’s going to throw them out of the room.

His love language is Physical Touch, although he will vehemently reject it, because it scares the shit out of him how good it feels when his partner runs their hands through his hair or rests their head on his shoulder. It may take some time to realize this is the case, but pretty soon you’ll notice that he’s always touching you in some way or another. A hand resting on your thigh, his knee touching yours under the table, and don’t even get him started on having you sit on his lap.

Holding hands is still a huge no-no though, for obvious quirk reasons. But also, he just doesn’t want to be grabbed and touched freely in any way. It’s a control thing. If his partner insists on having some kind of touch while they walk down the street, he prefers to sling his arm over their shoulders.

His opposite love language is Words of Affirmation. Don’t expect compliments from him often. And even the ones he does give are not going to be well-worded. “Your face… it’s uh… yeah it’s nice, I guess…” He also doesn’t trust praise from others. Emotional vulnerability just isn’t his thing.

Although, when things are getting steamy, that apprehension goes out the window. (See NSFW section).

Shigaraki is a person who really appreciates silence. Yes, he has a hard time shutting up when you get him going about a topic he’s passionate about, but he’s also a super busy, introverted dude with a lot of responsibilities and goals. So whether he’s studying newspapers and coming up with an attack strategy, or unwinding with a handheld, he really values having a partner that he can just comfortably sit in silence with while they both do their own thing. 

Unsurprisingly, he prefers home dates. Ordering take-out and watching a movie. Very much a Netflix and Chill person. If he does have to leave the house, he still prefers something lowkey like going to the movies. Out of left field though, he also really likes thrill-seeking dates like amusement parks or haunted houses. And he will want to ride the biggest ride at least three times in a row. 

He really likes it when his partner wears his clothes. Like, really likes it. In fact, he likes it so much that a lot of the time it’ll probably lead to some spicier headcanons.

NSFW

I think Shigaraki is demisexual. When he doesn’t have a partner, he has a pretty low sex drive. When he does occasionally get hot and bothered, he’d definitely rather take care of it himself than seek a stranger’s company.

Sex is like everything else in his life — he’s apathetic about it and thinks how worked up people get over it is stupid and a waste of time. However, when there’s a person in his life that he cares about — he becomes absolutely obsessed.

Wants to fuck at least once a day, minimum — although not at the expense of League business (see the SFW point above). So he really likes morning fucks. He absolutely gets hard when he wakes up in bed next to you and loves to wake you up with some heavy petting. 

He’ll try any kink at least once honestly. And he’ll want to try every kink at least once too. Although it’ll take some convincing to have him be on the receiving end of bondage and S&M. He hates not having that much control.

Seriously touch-starved, yet also seriously touch-averse. He has a really hard time with positions where he’s not in control like when his partner is on top. 

His preferred positions are:

A modified doggy style. Arms wrapped around his partner's waist, head resting on their shoulders — just as much skin-to-skin contact as humanly possible.

Mating press and any other missionary variation where he can hold his partner down and just go to town.

He’s super into having his hair pulled, though. Not to mention being scratched or bitten. The rough touches he doesn’t have a problem with. It’s loving caresses or relinquishing control that is difficult for him. Deep down, he does want them, but it just goes so fundamentally against the hate and mistrust he’s been groomed to have, his first instinct to receiving this treatment is to push away.

He’s a HUGE dirty talker. Like, he can’t even help it. It’s not even intentional dirty talk — as in things he’s saying to try and spice up the atmosphere — he just has a lot of thoughts and feelings and he can not keep them contained if he tries. Lots of profanity. Lots of babbling.

“Holy shit, you feel so good”, “How are you so fucking tight?”, “You like that you little slut?”, “Oh yeah, take it”, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh—”

HUGE sucker for oral. Giving and receiving. But unsurprisingly, he’s pretty rough when it comes to receiving. Very into throat-fucking, gagging, and dacryphilia.

In general he’s just really rough in the sack. Or at least he prefers to be. He’ll hold back if he needs to, but he’ll definitely bitch and whine about it the whole time and eventually will try to ramp up the passion again. This man fucks like it’s his last night on Earth. Because, you know, it very well could be.

And because he’s a brat with no self-control.

Unfortunately, don’t expect any good aftercare from him — he’s absolutely shit at it. He’s not good at emotional vulnerability or intimate conversations. He will eventually attempt to be better if it’s something his partner has a problem with, but his natural instinct is still just to roll over and turn on his handheld immediately after.

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[swagpartyloverdiver]

We'll just play some tunes in the bg an' hangout I think,, it doesn't haveta be like a real party. Like a half party? We can still play darts, billiards, beer pong.. but let's do it with soda er somethin'.

'He's cute when he blushes,,'

“Hey, Dives?”

“You.. wanna go get something from Crusty Sean’s today? If you feel up to it, no pressure!-“

( @safari-hat :3)

Yeah, I suppose I should get outta the house more, eh? Yeah Darl, let's do it.

[angelxxreaper]

You should go with air hockey, k don’t think the people you beta at beer pong are ready to forgive and let go yet

well yeah i wanna play air hockey-

OH WAIT WAIT BILLIARDS LOOK ITS OPEN HOLY SHIT YES

[lil-purplebird]

Monster Island Buddies: Episode Fan Fiction

Fandom: Godzilla (Monster Island Buddies)

Rating: M

Genre: Parody/Humor

Words: 7,295

Summary: "Werehuman". A self-explanatory legend and an existential crisis. Maybe. Adult language, not for children.

Notes: Rawwrrrr!

So this is just something silly I thought up of out of nowhere and it wouldn't leave for a few days. Figured this would fit better as a “Monster Island Buddies” fic than just a normal Godzilla parody. Yes, I'm insane enough to make an MiB fic, but I know I'm not the only one. To borrow from Destoroyah: “Fuck you.” (Not really, love you guys. But this fic is more-or-less in response to wondering if I'd make more kaiju fics, of which I'mmmmm not telling, but this is still something, I guess. Apparently this takes place before "Destroy All Godzillas".)

Ha ha, well, hope you'll enjoy! I tried.

Can also be read here.

For lunchtime at the bar, Godzilla and some of his buddies were chilling with a game of monster pool. It was called such as the billiard balls were about as big as them all, and they had to be split into teams of three to even carry the cue stick. Stupid in practice, but everything's a great idea in one's drunken state of mind, and they would've declined if Gorosaurus was the one who suggested it and not Gamera.

"Oh, my God, you guys, we're in a tag team!" Gigan exclaimed happily behind Megalon, who in turn was behind Varan. "We're gonna win together as a team! You guys? Am I right? Teamwork rules!"

"How did I get stuck with Gigan, again?" Megalon grumbled.

"Shouldn't I, like, be the one to say that instead?" Varan muttered back.

"Kick my brah's ass, Var!" Biollante cheered from the sidelines.

It was a rare sight to see the couple at the bar, but SpaceGodzilla just had to say something about celebrating their group's founding anniversary with drinks and a bottomless buffalo wings basket or something. Oh, and a friendly battle or competition where the winner (or in this case, the winning team) was going to get free tickets to a concert, and Varan got excited.

Godzilla, Jet Jaguar, and Gamera were in another team chalking up their cue tip waiting for Gorosaurus' team (consisting of him, Baragon in front, and Gabara in the back, who butted in because he had overheard about the tickets) to do the break shot. The robot hemmed to himself, "Why're we believing SpaceGodzilla has concert tickets, again?"

"I don't, but I need to get out more," Godzilla said. "I don't know how you guys can live with me if I can barely stand living with myself most days."

"Yeah, see if I'll take you back under my wing again," Gamera wryly recalled.

Mumbling under his breath, Baragon was taking care to calculate his aim, but Gabara was growing impatient. "Jussth hit the ball!" he shouted, trying to take control of the cue stick.

"I want to get at least two balls in!" the burgundy monster stated, fighting back.

"You guys, we have to work together!" Gorosaurus interjected as group leader.

"Givth me the shtick! Hyouuungh!" Gabara brayed.

"No! It needs to be precise!"

Enough force was put into the tug-of-war that the cue ball was hit, but it scarcely scraped by the nine-ball rack and rolled into the left side pocket. Some of the onlookers hooted at the sight. "Look what happened!" the dinosaur moaned.

"Alright, guess it's up to us to break it!" Godzilla said excitedly, already in place up front while SpaceGodzilla fished out the ball.

"Godzilla, let me be the frontman," Gamera suggested. "Or, I don't know, let me angle the cue stick for you."

"You're in the back, though," he pointed out. "That's what you are supposed to do."

"Maybe I should shoot," Jet said. "I already have the trajectory calculated."

He barely finished his sentence when Godzilla impulsively hit the ball the moment it was set down in front of him, and the rack cleanly broke. The eight-ball was one of the outside balls and halted close to a pocket, but then a ricocheted striped ball hit it in. "Ooh, tough luck!" SpaceGodzilla tsked, smirking at his half-brother's misfortune.

"Ooh, fizzlesticks!" the robot hissed.

"Wait, we're out of the game already?" the bipedal turtle gasped. "Godzilla, did you even aim?!"

The king of the monsters belched. "Oh, sorry, I guess I stumbled there."

"Why're you such a klutz?!"

Gigan hopped in place. "Oh, my God, did we win, you guys? We won, right? Hooray for teamwork!"

"Dudes, it worked!" Varan said in awe, letting out a breathy laugh. "Rubbing my lucky rabbit's foot worked!"

Megalon did a brief double-take. "So is that what happened to the Easter bunny?"

As Varan and Biollante had a victory make-out, Gamera gruffly sighed and threw down his end of the cue stick. Godzilla shrugged it off. "Well, that was fun, I guess. Too bad Rody missed out."

"Are you blaming this loss on me?" Gamera growled, feeling a buzzing headache coming on.

"It's not because of you, man. Now if it was Rodan in your place, one flap of his wings would've broken formation."

"Rodan would've suggested beer pong in your place," Jet said. "No offense, Gamera, monster pool just isn't working out for us."

"It was a brilliant idea! You just don't have the artistic vision to see it!" The monster turtle belched and groaned. "Ugh, I'm getting too worked up. I need to get home and lie down for a bit, maybe cry myself to sleep."

Godzilla almost rolled his eyes. "A one-time fluke doesn't mean it's a horrible idea, Gamera. Maybe it just depends on the team."

Gamera scoffed. "Yeah, guess you're right. So that means you're out of the team, Godzilla."

He threw his hands up. "What?! Why me?!"

"Guys, calm down," Jet tried to pacify, stepping in between them. "There's no need to fight over monster billiards."

"Oh, but there's plenty of things to fight over," Gamera sneered, still not breaking eye-contact.

"Oh, oh, you're going to bring up our college days now?" Godzilla bellowed. "Look, man, if this is about the time-jumping thing, there wasn't room in the machine for all of us!"

"I still got a sweet acting career out of it. But actually, there was one thing about those days I still haven't forgiven you for, and that was the werehuman prank!"

Jet Jaguar looked between them with disbelief. "What's this about a 'werehuman'?"

Godzilla scratched his snout, aimlessly staring at the ceiling. "Uh... can you refresh my memory? I think the coke binge might've warped it into something else. But I have this strange feeling like I've met a wolf man before."

"No, not that Wolf Man," Gamera huffed.

"What, do you have something again Lon Chaney?"

"No, you're just an idiot."

"Guys, what's a 'werehuman'?" Jet tried to ask, but he was ignored as the turtle scoffed.

"You want to know why you never saw my mom anymore after that party? She got paranoid and had to flee the planet so she wouldn't look at another human ever again!"

"Oh, I thought your mom died. I just didn't want to ask because she just seemed so old, and you didn't talk about her much."

"Being in your two-hundreds isn't old, you prick!"

"That just means she wasn't hot."

"Hey, you guys, can you keep it down?" Gorosaurus came in. "You're triggering an early hangover."

While the two continued to argue and insult each other, Jet Jaguar went over to the dinosaur. "Gorosaurus, what's a 'werehuman'?"

He turned to him in surprise. "You've never heard of it? It's a famous monster legend around these parts."

"Really? I've been here for over forty years, and I've never heard of it."

"You've heard of the werewolf, right?"

Jet quickly went through his archives. "It's a half-wolf, half-man, right?"

"No, it's—"

Baragon interrupted, shaking his head, "No, no, no, the Wolf Man is a completely fictional character by Hollywood. But the werewolf is believed to originate from the Mesopotamian story 'The Epic of Gilgamesh', and was adopted and tweaked a little in European folklore."

"Hey, I was getting to that," Gorosaurus complained.

"So what's a werewolf?" Jet wondered.

"A werewolf is a man who shape-shifts into a wolf during the full moon," the actor explained. "It's like a curse, which can be broken with a silver bullet, or by eating wolfsbane. You also turn into a werewolf if you're bitten by another werewolf, but you have to kill that werewolf to lift the curse. Or is that a vampire?"

"Like a zombie!" Gorosaurus added.

"Ohh, so a werehuman is a man turning into a human?" Jet Jaguar paused, then realized what he said when he glanced over at other patrons in the background. "Wait, dammit!"

Baragon laughed quietly. "No, a werehuman is a monster that transforms into a human at sunrise."

"Why sunrise?"

"The cursed monster has to work a nine-to-five office job."

Jet stared, cast his eyes over at Godzilla and Gamera who were still fighting and it was getting more heated, glanced at the bartender, and then looked back at the reptiles before him. "That's it?" When they nodded, he shrugged. "Well, uh... how do you break the werehuman curse?"

"You can't," they said in unison.

"Not even a silver bullet to the heart?"

"I never said you have to shoot a werewolf in the heart to break the curse," Baragon corrected. "But no, not even with silver bullets. All you can do is infect other monsters until you die from overworking yourself."

"My mommy told me once you had to become a vegan," Gorosaurus spoke up. "Monsters don't eat their greens and never will, so they just overwork themselves to death instead."

"Uh... Mothra eats her greens," Jet pointed out. "Cotton sweaters count, right?"

The dinosaur slowly gasped. "Maybe she was the werehuman of legend!"

"But that's all it is—a legend," the robot stressed.

"Do you see other herbivores on a regular basis?" Baragon asserted.

Jet paused. "Okay, you got me there. So... how do you become a werehuman?"

"A human bites you."

His head jerked back in shock. "That's it? Just a human?"

He leaned in menacingly, shadows splitting across his face. "Did you know that human mouths are pretty disgusting?"

"But... you said werehumans infect other monsters, too."

"Yeah, they do. But patient zero always gets bitten by a human first."

Some silence passed between them before Baragon started laughing. Gorosaurus joined in a moment later, and Jet managed to let out a nervous chuckle before backing away. Then in mid-laughter, the subterranean reptile turned to his companion. "Hold on, you said 'mommy', didn't you?"

Returning to Godzilla, the robot noticed Gamera had left. "Hey, Godzilla, what's the matter?"

The kaiju looked like the alcohol was finally getting to him, he had a more fatigued expression on his face and he was swaying a bit. "Man, Gamera's such a fucking sore loser. He blames everything else but himself."

"Uh..."

He hiccuped. "Anyway, when he's better, I'll talk to him. I didn't know that about his mom, so it's no wonder he's got abandonment issues."

"...Yeah..."

"So what was it you wanted to know about our werehuman prank, Jet?"

Jet shook his head. "Oh, never mind. I had too much to drink. Think I'm going to go home, maybe go see Hedorah."

"Okay, bud, see you later," Godzilla said, but the robot had turned his back and left the bar. He frowned, then realized he was being footed the bill. "Oh, goddamn it, Jet!"

Soon after with an emptier wallet, he was on his way back home and walked solemnly past some human crowds, but his thoughts remained back at their fight. He really couldn't remember much about that party, their whole college days was full of weed, alcohol, and casual sex that everything blurred together. But he did meet Gamera's mother once when she had visited for some celebration, he recalled simultaneously chuckling at and being grossed out over her many sags, realizing that was what his roommate was going to look like in a hundred-plus years. He had taken a hit with a bong or something before everyone came over, and he had a feeling some human was somewhere in the crowd.

Not that he hated humans, but it was someone he didn't particularly like, so he had wanted to "frame" the human as well as lighten the mood. So he slipped through into the kitchen area where Gamera's mother was fetching some more snacks (or was making sweets), jumped on her back, said articulately, "Nothing personnel, MILF," and then bit her neck. When Gamera came running in screaming "What the hell are you doing?!", he had answered, "I can't fight my werehuman instincts any longer!" then howled at nothing in particular and ran out of the dorm to terrorize the campus.

Godzilla paused to stare at some graffiti as he reminisced. "...Huh. Just how fucking stoned was I to think she was a MILF?"

Suddenly, he felt teeth sink into his tail, although not by much so it didn't hurt, but it stung. He looked behind him to see a human gnawing on his tail as if it was a corn on the cob, looking like his mind had just snapped. He was not even a hobo like one would think, he had on a suit and tie and his briefcase contents were spilled everywhere.

"Well I'll be damned. I didn't know I could feel that."

And then it hit him—the briefcase did, but so did the situation.

*~*~*

In their living room, Rodan and Mothra were having their afternoon romp. The moth kaiju was somewhat chewing on the pillow while her husband pounded her from behind, trying hard not to set the sofa on fire (again) since burnt leather is a huge turn-off. Also it's embarrassing to confess to the fire department about how it happened, and he didn't want to be featured on "Sex Sent Me to the ER".

"Here comes Rodaaaan, giant peeenilesaurrrr! Here comes Rodaaaan, deep in Mooothra's corrrre..."

And of course Rodan's growling out his theme song, somewhat, being in the heat of the moment.

"Maharaaa—ah! Mahara Mosuraaa—nn!"

Oh, shit, both of them got it in their heads to climax along with their theme songs. And thankfully, the doorbell started ringing wildly before the awkwardness could seep in further.

"Goddamn it, why now?!" Rodan grunted, flailing his wings about.

Sighing to herself, Mothra got up and apologetically nuzzled her husband. "I'll get it. It'll be less embarrassing."

Rodan stared before glancing down as she flew over to open the door. The sight of Godzilla standing there in a nervous sweat took her by surprise. "Oh, my, you don't look so good."

"Mothra, Rody, you gotta help me!" he said, slightly panting. "You guys are the only ones I can turn to!"

The pterosaur came up from behind his wife with his trademark pissed off glare. "Can't this wait? The sex was just getting good."

"Rody, please, after I got in a fight with Gamera at the bar, a human bit me on the tail, I almost lost my voice screaming and running around, and now I'm going to turn into a werehuman and have to go work in a cubicle for the rest of my life!"

The couple slowly looked at each other in befuddlement before facing their friend again. "What the fuck, Godzilla? Did you get back on drugs?" Rodan asked, exasperated his sexy times with Mothra was interrupted by a drug-fueled fit.

"I couldn't make this up even on crack! Please, you gotta help me!"

"What about MechaGodzilla?" Mothra suggested, though she sounded a little unsure.

"That's why I'm so worn out, I just came from there! I've never seen it look so empty before! Does this need a quick flashback, too?"

"Why're you bragging about coming when you interrupted me coming?" Rodan snapped out, getting antsy.

"Give it a minute, Rodan," Mothra said in aside.

"That's what you said the last time!"

Ignoring him, she then made another indication to Godzilla, "How about Jet?"

"I can't find him anywhere, either, I thought he went home!" Godzilla whined, head in his hands. "I don't know, I'm just freaking out and I don't know what to do!"

Her heart going out to her distressed friend, she patted him on the arm in comfort. "Well, come inside and we'll figure things out. But wipe off your feet and that human, first."

They turned to the man still clinging to the lizard's tail, though he was looking stiff and there was blood around his mouth and shirt.

"He's dead!" Godzilla gasped. "Oh, my God, the rabies must've gotten to him!"

"More like cancer from how cancerous this whole situation is," Rodan huffed.

"Rabies?" Mothra echoed. "Are you sure it's rabies?"

"Well why else do humans bite unprovoked?" Godzilla said with a shrug.

"Then why the hell are you going on about 'werehuman' shit?!" Rodan shouted, starting to flip out as well.

After peeking around the corner with a head, their son, King Ghidorah, slinked into the living room. "Oh, you finished having intercourse with each other?" the three heads gave a relived sigh in unison.

"No, your mother just got distracted," the pterosaur insisted, shooting a leer at Godzilla who gave him an odd look as well.

"Well, uh... I need to make lunch now or my blood sugar level's going to drop. The General offered to get lunch, but he's gonna be out a bit longer. So... can you make it quick?"

"Can't you guys do it in the privacy of your own bedroom?" the lizard wondered.

"The living room's the farthest from his room, and General has cameras installed in the basement," was Rodan's claim. "Ghidorah psychic links and public indecency laws have been sucking all of the fun out of it. Mothra's been liking the attention, though."

Mothra giggled a little. "Oh, it's not like that."

Face faulting in horror, Godzilla gestured at the furniture. "...But... everyone sits on that couch."

"But the bedroom's a good idea, Godzilla," she suddenly said a little hurriedly. "Most of my things are up there anyway, so let's get you looked at."

"Oh, Mother, Father, please don't," their son cried. "You're already copulating thrice a day, don't add more to it."

Rodan put his wing around his necks. "Son, worry not about what your mother and I do. Where do you get these crazy ideas from, anyway? I knew getting you that computer was a bad idea!"

"I was the one who built it, Father," King Ghidorah informed.

"I don't care if it was Charles Babbage’s brain, show me your search history! My son's not going to grow up to be NTR'd!"

"Rodan, are you coming or not?" Mothra asked firmly.

Rodan swung around eagerly. "I thought you'd never ask, sweetheart!"

"Not that."

He roared in frustration. "Your timing fucking sucks, Godzilla!"

Entering the bedroom, Godzilla took in the numerous candles, cushions, trinkets, some statues, and other new age stuff he never understood. His eyes fell upon an odd drawing of a moth silhouette surrounded by seven statements (as written in kanji). A green checkmark was inked next to "Three Dragons".

"Hey, what you got here?" he inquired, following a line downward.

Mothra quickly shooed him away toward the circle of cushions and kicked the poster behind a bureau. "Okay, Godzilla, slowly lower the body."

He had to shake the corpse off of his tail, and the three of them stared down at the man's blissful blood-smeared face. "So why did this human bite you just to die?" Rodan questioned suspiciously.

"I don't know, I was just trudging home from the bar, and suddenly I felt something nibbling on me," he relayed his story. "The guy looked like he just dropped everything for a bite, and he wouldn't let go like he superglued his teeth on me or something."

"How long ago was this?" Mothra asked. "He hasn't been dead for even an hour."

"Thirty minutes, I think?"

"If this was a hobo, you wouldn't have come interrupt us because you'd be dead from rabies," Rodan said gruffly.

Godzilla snorted. "Mothra, does the guy have rabies, or no?"

Studying what little life force there was from the body, she shook her head. "No, this guy was just... normal."

"Biting a monster's tail is not normal!" he declared, starting to freak out again. "This normal guy had himself a normal job someplace and he did an abnormal thing!"

"So is that why you think you're turning into a werehuman?"

"Yeah, funny that Gamera brought that up just minutes before my tail became this guy's lunch!"

"A prophet tells prophetic things. Shocker," Rodan sarcastically said.

Humming to herself, Mothra's antennae drooped. "Well, uh... I don't know what else to say, Godzilla. This is new to me."

"Why couldn't it have been Kong or Gorosaurus who got their tails gnawed on instead?" the king of the monsters sniveled. "I don't have the experience to do paperwork, and I'm too much of a klutz for coffee runs!"

"Are you done yet?" Rodan grunted. "My balls have been aching for release since you got here."

"Rody, you're my best friend, you know that?" Godzilla whimpered. "Can you take one for the team and let me do a test bite on you?"

"Fuck off, Godzilla!"

"Please? Just a nibble?"

Mothra stepped in between them. "Godzilla, I suggest you go home. Spend the rest of this time with Minilla and the others."

He paused, thinking back to his household who were none-the-wiser of his predicament. "Yeah... I suppose you're right. How much time do I have left as me?"

"Not short enough," the pteranodon growled. "We're already ten pages into this crap."

Godzilla solemnly stared down at his feet, unsure what to think of his situation. This was a fate worse than death, he was starting to realize why a lot of humans were so miserable all the time, and he hadn't even begun transforming. His stomach churned, and he groaned in anguish.

Mothra patted his shoulder with a wing. "Hey, cheer up. You're only a human during the day. You can come visit us when the sun goes down."

"But eleven-fifty-five is off-limits!" Rodan warned. "It's the only time where I get to hump Mothra well into the next day to feel better about my sexual prowess!"

"You only last for five minutes?" Godzilla asked.

"Goddamn it, Godzilla, let me have this!"

"Hold that thought," he said, and the nausea caught up to him.

*~*~*

Having already been out visiting Anguirus for the day and happened to be passing by, Minilla helped his depressed and sick father back home, feeling the weight of the news bearing down on him. Godzilla had been crying and whimpering to himself about his predicament, and he didn't know what to do to console him. That was the thing about being the Chosen One, you're only prepared for one destiny, the others just sneak up on you.

"Hey, Dad, if it means anything to you, you can become like an ambassador for Monster Island," he finally made a suggestion, trying to remain optimistic. "If it'll keep less missiles from being launched our way, this sacrifice will not be in vain."

Godzilla was still sobbing to himself. "I'm going to look like an uglier Kong, but bald!"

"Is that what you're most bothered about?" his son sighed.

"And even if I do get a human girlfriend, the sex is just not going to be the same. Once you go kaiju, you can't just downsize!"

"Dad, stay focused, please."

He sniffed some mucus back up his nose. "Maybe I'll still be able to grow a beard and join a motorcycle gang, or something to stave off my loneliness."

"This is getting serious. Dad's reaching the acceptance phase fast." Minilla frowned to himself. "Actually, why wouldn't that be a good thing?"

Upon reaching their home, they could see Titanosaurus was standing conspicuously on their lawn and staring into the window. "Oh, damn it," the Chosen One hissed. "Where're the others?"

"Oh, Titanosaurus, did you need something?" Godzilla called, temporarily putting aside his grief.

The dinosaur giggled as he turned away from the window. "Hohohoho! You talkin' to me, Fuzzy Lumpkins? Hohohoho!"

"Well, yeah. Just want to know why you're here at my house. You're crushing my azaleas."

"Stick your gangrened mojo up your powder puff, princess! You're in for a rowdy rough ride! Hohohoho! Hohohoho!" He began river dancing on the lawn, and they had to avoid his swinging tail.

"Just get inside, Dad. We need to let the other Godzillas know about this."

Walking into the living room, they noticed the group had a movie on, popcorn, chips and other junk food littered the area, and the TV's screen looked like it was set on its highest bright setting. "Hey, guys, can you pause the movie?" Minilla asked just to get his face sprayed with crumbs by a shushing Orga.

"See, this is why you can't enjoy a good movie anymore!" he grumbled. "Jackasses are always interrupting your viewing everywhere you go!"

"Orga, you've been coming over uninvited to watch a movie for weeks now!" Godzilla groaned.

"My cable provider hasn't gotten back to me yet, and I need it to make my Orga Reviews so I can pay the bills! Fucking asshole."

"Crash over at Rodan's place, then!"

He chortled. "Dude, have you seen their couch? And I'm not the one who broke it this time!"

All of the alternate Godzilla versions shushed them. "Ugh, why do we always get interrupted by jackasses at the best parts?" the stout lighter-gray Godzilla growled.

Godzilla Earth lumbered into the living room to announce in his booming gravelly voice, "WELL, WE RAN OUT OF THEM LEMONY-SCENTED GOODNESS WIPES AGAIN. DID I MISS ANY BOOBIES ON THE CABLE?"

Minilla snatched the remote to pause the film, ignoring the protests from the others. "Guys, my dad has something important to say."

"Unless he won a million-billion dollars, forget it," Alternate Future Godzilla scoffed.

Godzilla stepped forward, now somber once again. "Everyone, this might be the last time to be me as I am now."

They silently gave him weird looks.

"I know this is hard to believe, but... I'm a werehuman."

"Nothing shocks us anymore," the tiny Godzilla said. Orga almost choked on a chip laughing.

"I was bitten by a human this afternoon, and that means I'm going to be a human by the morning. I'll still come around when it's nighttime, but I'm not going to be head of the household much anymore if I can't be king of the monsters." He turned to his son. "So Minilla, my boy... I'm giving you the keys to the castle. It's been a long time coming, but you deserve it, my son."

Although he was certain the "werehuman" wasn't what it seemed to be, he couldn't help hanging his head in reverence. "Dad, I'm honored..."

"OHHH BOY, I CAN FINALLY HAVE MYSELF A 'M.A.S.H.' MARATHON BUDDY TO WATCH WITH!" Earth exclaimed happily, his jagged smile crinkling his eyes. "YOU BEST NOT FORGET, YOU HEAR?"

"I call your room," Future Godzilla said, raising his hand.

"Damn it, I wanted his room!" Big Daddy G roared.

"Should've called faster."

"Guys, I'm not relinquishing the house just yet!" Godzilla insisted. "I'm still going to be living here until I can find myself a human apartment!"

"Uh... yeah, I knew that. But I'm still going to call it."

Turning to Little Godzilla and Baby Godzilla who were sleepy on their feet, the king of the monsters spread his arms out for a hug. "Come here, kids. I just need to tell you I'm proud of you, and wish you well as you grow up."

The babies stared at him, then babbled something about him smelling like beer and incense.

"So Godzilla Prime, what're you going to do for the rest of your kaiju day?" another Godzilla asked, orange eyes narrowing like he wasn't taking the news seriously.

Thinking back to whatever bucket list he may have had in mind, he hemmed and folded his arms a bit. "Really good question. Let me think about it after lunch. Also get the fuck out of my house, Orga," he added to the alien.

"Alright, alright, sheesh," he huffed, stepping outside only to get tackled by Titanosaurus.

Everyone gathered around the table as he munched on an egg salad sandwich and sucked down some cola. Minilla was cooking up another egg for his father and himself, inwardly consulting with the Hand for guidance while also thanking the Hand for handling the skillet in his place. As Godzilla Prime counted his alternate selves surrounding him in his head, a thought struck him like a lightning bolt out of the blue.

"Hey, Minilla, do you remember what I did with the bible audiobook?" he wondered as he finished his drink.

He turned away from the stove. "What's this sudden interest in the human concept of religion, Dad?"

"If I'm going to be a werehuman, I figured I might as well pretend I know what I'm talking about when debating around the water cooler. Also Larry King just soothes the eardrums just right. I think that's part of what comes with the Jewish package, kinda like how King Ghidorah used to speak."

Minilla wanted to roll his eyes to the ceiling as his father scarfed down the rest of his food. "Yeah, you're going to fit right in with the humans."

"DID SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THE CHEWS?" Godzilla Earth queried, his hearing failing him again.

"No, it's Jews," Big Daddy G corrected.

"WOAHHH, YOU BETTER BE CAREFUL ABOUT THEM CHEWS. ONE TIME, I WOKE UP WITH A MOUTH SORE BECAUSE I SLEPT WITH MY MAW OPEN, AND THOSE DAMN PESTS CRAWLED INSIDE TO NEST BETWEEN MY GUMS."

"Actually, I'm going to check to see if it's on Audible." Godzilla fished out an iPod for a look.

"If you're so sure about it, Dad, I can check storage for you," his son offered.

"That's okay, better safe than sorry. Ah, here it is—ohhhh man, it's the big James E. Jones! Now that's a real king! Is it free?" He did a quick scan and then tossed down the iPod. "Forty bucks?! Goddamn it, I might as well just read the actual book, and I don't have the time nor ability to read and do stuff all at once!"

With a sigh, Minilla went to go scour the boxes for any trace of the audiobook. It wasn't that he didn't care what his father would do, but he didn't feel it was going to do or change anything. Besides, he felt like he saw something like this on TV and it felt like a cheap, quick gimmick to avoid actual conflict.

When he found the box with the CDs still unopened inside, he wondered what was even the point, and secretly hoped the CD player was unplayable so his father could actually get off his tail and do something—

"Oh, you found it, son?" Godzilla said from behind, looking over his shoulder. "Wow, I completely forgot about this—oh, hey, that's the same one I was looking at on Audible! Oh sweet, you saved me forty bucks, Minilla!"

He hesitantly handed them over. "Yeah... you're welcome, Dad."

Godzilla put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, boy. I'm still going to be around, even if I'm an ugly hairless ape."

He harumphed to himself, smirking slightly. "You sure change your mind pretty quick."

"Well, you got to keep an open mind, you know. Okay, how do you work this thing, again?"

Getting it strapped (somehow) on his waist and the headphones plugged into the jack, he snapped on the first disc. "I'm heading out."

"Where to, Dad?"

"I've got things to do, places to go, people to see. All that jazz. Byeeeee!" He left the house, leaving Minilla to stare forlornly after him at the window.

"Finally, we can start where we left off!" Future Godzilla sighed, plopped back down on the couch. "Minilla, can you make some more popcorn for us?"

*~*~*

Godzilla lost himself to the sultry, booming voice of James Earl Jones' narration (he'll have to play catch up on the Old Testament some other time), letting the words flow through him as he traveled the land. He never took off his headset when he tried new foods, explored a new cave or lakeside, attempted bungee jumping, even when stopping to have a chat with other kaijus, nodding along in all the right places and saying the right things while his thoughts remained on the narrator. Something-something about parables and healing of the sick, but it was like Mufasa was there in the clouds telling him all of this. It was quite heavenly and took his mind off of the throb in his tail from where the human had bit him. It was more annoying having to change the discs because it took him out of cloud nine, and apparently Minilla had the proper foresight to have snuck him some extra batteries, but that was all the motivation he needed to keep going well into the night.

Luckily, in the middle of Paul's epistles (he liked how James would say "Paul"), he made it back home in time for everyone to be in bed for him to not be bothered, and he snuck by Godzilla Earth snoozing in front of the TV to sit in front of a window that faced east. He wanted to be able to have the morning sun rest on him as he lounged in a chair, and make himself comfortable for the transformation. It shouldn't hurt, for all he knew, should be over in a "twinkling of the eye" as the good book said through the voice of Darth Vader. Something about eye twinkles was romantic and peaceful enough to yield to his fate.

Being a human shouldn't be all that bad, he reiterated tiredly to himself for what had to be the umpteenth time that day. You're only like an office slave for only eight hours. That's not too bad. You have sixteen other hours of the day to just be yourself. Just have to grin and bear it, and I'm pretty good at grinning, if I must say so myself. Yeah, shouldn't be all that different from what I do now. Probably have to cut back on my alcohol intake. Humans can't handle the same alcohol we can. Should start trying out this wine, I guess. All this talk about wine's been making me thirsty.

Godzilla tried to wriggle out of his chair to go get himself a glass of whatever, but his muscles were protesting too much, and he went limp. Oh well, that can wait. Man, I hope the others don't freak out when they see me, if they can still recognize me.

The deep voice rumbled in his ears, "'Let him know, that he which converteth the sinner from the error of his way shall save a soul from death, and shall hide a multitude of sins.'"

"Yeah, you tell 'em, Mr. Jones," Godzilla mumbled through a yawn. "You tell 'em..." And he dozed off right as this Peter part of the audiotape began at the three o'clock hour.

*~*~*

The babies were the first to get up and climb out of their cribs. They typically always were the first to greet the new day, it was the only time where they were free to do what they pleased before the grown-ups came to stop them. They put their all into their adventures.

As they waddled out into the living room where the TV was still blasting an informercial in front of a sleeping Earth, they went to enter the kitchen when they noticed a familiar shadow cast across the floor. "Daddy?" Baby Godzilla mumbled, and they looked at the silhouette facing the window. The sun was coming up, and the kaiju was immobile in the chair, arms hung down at his sides. The spindly rays looked like a halo about him, feathering his outlines.

They stared for a bit longer, unsure when their father had come back and what he was doing staring directly into the light, but they decided to let him be. Gesturing to each other, they left the room to go back upstairs. They can play some games up in their room, or find a way to climb out of their window.

It wasn't for another hour before Minilla got out of his room. As his father wasn't in his bedroom, he was hesitant to go downstairs to see what had become of him. A part of him was still unsure if the werehuman was even real to begin with, but Godzilla had looked too serious to have been pulling his leg. He figured before he'd search for him that he'd wait for his visitor to arrive.

Quietly so as to not disturb Godzilla Earth, he stepped out onto the porch in time to see Gamera and Anguirus making their way up the cobbled path. "Thank Blundergosh you're here," he said in a whisper.

"For the record, I'm just here to witness it with my own two eyes," the turtle said a little gruffly. "This is a touchy subject for me, but I think Godzilla would appreciate my being here."

"He's going to need all the support he can get," Anguirus said, a little melancholic. "Like the Hand, we must reach out to him in his time of need."

"So is he here?"

Minilla cricked his neck a little. "I think so, but I just got out myself. Everyone's still in their rooms, so..."

"Let's search around the premises first," the dinosaur suggested. "He may be too ashamed to show his face but still wants to be in the comfort of his home."

"You should go in front of me so I don't punch his face when I see him," Gamera said, flexing his jaw. "I'm sorry, this is just pissing me off."

Putting his paw on his arm, Anguirus gave a nod and started off for the yard. Carefully on tiptoe, they followed and looked around where they think a radioactive lizard—or a human—would hide in. They ruled out underneath the house for the time being, that was to be the last hiding place to check if they can't find him anywhere else. Glancing in the kitchen windows, Minilla was surprised to find it empty, since usually the babies were in there in the mornings.

"First clue: He's here, or has been here," he announced to his companions.

"Alright, keep searching," Anguirus said, still going on ahead. "Can't peek inside the windows for the life of me..."

Shielding their eyes from the sunlight, they turned to the window and through the glare saw a chair was in front of it, and it was occupied. Cupping their hands to their eyes, Minilla and Gamera peeked in, and the actor thought he could hear a molar crack from gritting his teeth to silence a snarl.

Snoring in the chair, head lolled back and drool on his chin, Godzilla was in a deep sleep, scales and all. The headphones had slipped and looked bent from the angle, but only the Chosen One noted that detail he had that audiobook on all night. Maybe it was a source of comfort for him, but he looked way too relaxed for someone who was absolutely certain he was a werehuman.

"Well? What do you see?" Anguirus asked, looking back-and-forth between them.

"False alarm," Minilla decided to say, sounding a little relieved.

"No it fucking isn't!" Gamera shouted, startling the two of them. "The jackass took it too far!"

"Is he in there, or...?"

"That piece of shit believed in his own lies, and he has the gall to sleep like a slob! God, now I wish he was a human so I could crush him!"

Anguirus tilted his head. "This is a bad thing, why?"

Pulling back, Minilla just shrugged. "In all fairness, he's quite human enough, so he wouldn't have been much different. I'd just hate to see him as an actual human."

"He'd be one ugly son of a bitch, that's for sure," Gamera huffed. "Ugh, screw this, I'm going home to sleep. I spent all night meditating for his sake. What a waste of energy..."

"What if your prayers were answered?" the seer suggested, hoping to cull his anger.

"I was meditating for his human self. What a waste." And he sulked off, leaving the two shrugging and letting out rough sighs.

Godzilla's breath caught mid-snore, and he smacked his lips, but didn't budge from his chair. "...May the Force be wi'you, Jonesss..."

*~*~*

"Orga's in the house!" the alien announced, grinning smugly while swirling around a half-empty glass of iced tea. "Well, that was a letdown of a disaster. Given the weird format of this 'fan fiction', I guess the mailbag's been replaced with this 'author's notes' instead. Man, what's up with that? If it's over, just end it, no need to make people read more. Besides, it sounds stupid for fan fiction writers to get fan-mail.

"Who does that, anyway? And with such messages like 'When is the next chapter of Forsaken coming out?' Like what's up with that?" Orga narrowed his eyes in confusion. "What is that, anyway? Sounds like it'd make for a cool 'God of War' or 'Dead Space' fic. Whatever. Hey, kid! You, the one writing this crap!"

The author's small hands stopped moving on the keyboard as Orga peered at her through the screen. "Who're you calling 'kid'?" she warned in an unfortunate high voice.

"Yeah, why're you doing this? Don't you have better things to do with your time like schoolwork or something?" Then he chuckled nervously. "Oh, wait, that joke's gonna age like Madonna if I go any further, and that's already embarrassing!"

The author's hands went palms-up in befuddlement. "Okay...?"

"Stay safe out there, anyway."

"Yeah... thanks—is that why you've hijacked my end notes?"

Orga shrugged. "Well yeah, I have nothing better to do, either! How long were you working on this, anyhow? Did the winning team even go to the concert, or what?"

"...Yeeeeaaa—I guess..."

"You're just making shit up, aren't you? You think you're so 'ha ha' funny, don't you?"

A back-and-forth uncomfortable stare ensued for the next moment while Orga finished off the rest of his drink.

"This is awkward!" he then broke the ice while crunching on an ice cube.

"You're telling me," the author grumbled, insulted.

"Hey, how're you typing this ou

[joker123v-blog]

Gambling Games at Home

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When you first begin to consider playing at home, you will soon realize that there are so many different gambling games at home. You can make a good amount of money with your home gaming and have fun in the process.

Some of the most popular are the internet casinos and they can be accessed anywhere in the world. You may even want to bring your family over to play at home. It is a great way to get some quality time together.

When you are starting out you will find that it is easy to lose your way back to the same old way of doing things and you may never get the hang of playing a new game. It is best to take your time and get as much information as you can on the different games you can play. This will help you avoid losing your money in the long run.

One of the most popular games online is poker and with some online casinos you can make more than you could from playing the slots at your local casino. The games are different and you have so many options to choose from. Your skill at playing can determine how good you are at the game.

Another type of game is video poker. You can also play roulette or blackjack. There are other types of games as well and you can decide which ones you like best.

Of course there are always games that are played by individuals as well. These are the type of games that you will find at country clubs and by themselves are just too much fun to sit through. They usually include items like push-pin bowling, roll-up machines, billiards, beer pong and pool tables. Each one has its own individual style and is easy to handle when you want to break up the monotony of a day at the office.A lot of people enjoy these games because they can sit around and not worry about anything. Most of the gambling games at home will have so many options you can play all sorts of games in a relaxing environment. There is no need to dress up and try to look as good as the other guys who are playing their slots.

When you are playing these home games, you will find that they are different from those that you would play in a casino. For example, slot machines may look like ordinary balls, but you must be careful not to hit them because you can lose money very quickly. If you hit the ball, the bank can make you pay a lot of money. Then you must spend your money again and the cycle continues.

With other games like roulette, you will find that you do not have to use real money to play the game. However, you will need to keep your bets low so that you will have less money to pay out each time you win. This is what makes the gambling games at home such a great way to relax, laugh and socialize with your friends.

One of the best things about these games is that you can enjoy them anytime you feel like playing. You will not have to wait until your boss or even your friends come over to play the games. You can enjoy them with your family at home. You can even get together with them at your home and play the games as well.

There are many types of gambling games at home. You can enjoy them with your friends and family or you can enjoy them alone. The choice is yours. You just need to choose which one you want to enjoy.

The fact is that gambling at home games are great and you will love them. Everyone should enjoy these games to make sure that they will not have the same problems that you may have had when you tried to gamble in a casino.

[odetokkyu]

A Diamond Among Pebbles - Part One

This is for all Carats but mostly for my friend Erika.

Hope you enjoy reading

it's short for now skdkdkskdkek

I'm not really into parties. I avoid them as much as possible but it's too late to get out of this one now. My friend, Joshua, dragged me to a house party. I don't really know anyone here besides Joshua, I don't even know who owns this house. Joshua's outside in the garden with his other friends playing beer pong. I told him I'd mingle with other people but I lied, I'm sitting alone on the couch in the middle of the living room. The whole house is dimly lit by a purple hue, music is blasting so loud, red cups everywhere, you know.. typical college house party.

I want to go hooooome but I can't leave because Joshua's my ride home and I don't want to just leave him here. I stand up from the couch and make my way to the hallway with a lot of doors, I pick randomly and opened one. I closed the door as I entered and went down the stairs, apparently it's the way to the basement. It's brightly lit and the music is loud but not as much as it was upstairs. It's an entertainment room, billiard table, big LED television, big ass couches.

I suddenly couldn't breath, my eyes were both focused on Joshua and some guy I've never met. They were at a corner playing chess but they stopped talking once they saw me.

Y/n: Sorry, I didn't know where I was going. I thought this was going to the comfort room.

I lied, technically I didn't but I knew it wasn't going to the comfort room. I knew were the comfort room was, I've been in and out of there trying to avoid human interaction with anyone else. I thought Joshua was outside??

Joshua: No, it's okay! uhmm .. this is Vernon by the way.

He introduces me to the other guy, who apparently is called Vernon. I'm so confused, he looks American but also looks Korean?

y/n: .... hi.

I walk over to shake his hand but decided not to, so I just stood there awkwardly and waved my right hand to say hi. Vernon just stared at me which made it more awkward. Skdksksks help.

Joshua: .... okaaaay.... soo.. y/n wanna play a game of chess?

y/n: ... uh no, I'm okay. I'll just head back upstairs.

Joshua stood up immediately and walked over to me, he drapes his arm around my shoulders like he usually does, which makes other people think we're together.

Joshua: Alright, thanks for tonight. I think I'm going to head out.

Vernon: .. okay. Think about what I said.

Joshua: .... sure.

The drive home was silent which was unusual. He drops me home and I say my thanks and goodbyes. I asked him earlier what they were talking about but he just laughed and said nothing, I can tell when he's lying.

[subterraneanhq]

The first weekend of Coachella is just around the corner! This is not a mandatory event, but if you do plan on being in attendance you’ll be expected to arrive to the campgrounds between Thursday, April 11 and  Friday, April 12, 2019 (the official start date of the first weekend) in order to claim your spot! Not sure how you’re going to get from the Palm Springs airport to the grounds? Well don’t worry, Subterranean’s hooked you up with transportation to and from the airport. We posted the festival lineup here, but details about the overall festival experience can be found under the cut:

Accommodations:

As previously stated, Subterranean’s partnered up with Coachella and will be fitting the bill for your entire stay! This means premium on-site lodging in the form of modern, fully furnished yurts, otherwise known as The Resort. Resort area access includes 3 day Artist passes that grant you access to the Coachella artist compound with exclusive gourmet catering included, yurt wristbands for exclusive access to the Safari compound and the Safari Lounge in addition to the Resort areas, full access to all VIP amenities, spa treatments and massages at the La Quinta Resort & Club, and a 2019 Coachella merchandise pack! 

Activities: 

(In addition to the musical lineup, Coachella is host to numerous on-site activities)

Absolut Planet: Spend your festival weekend with Planet Earth’s Favorite Vodka, Absolut! Cool off and turn up in our sustainable oasis! Toast to Mother Nature with delicious cocktails made with our zero sugar* Absolut Grapefruit, while fire DJs drop even hotter beats on the desert’s favorite dance floor.

Activities Tent: Games, giveaways and good times! Located at the Camping Center, activities include Ping Pong, Twister, Giant Jenga & more

Camping Eats & Drinks:  Food Trucks & vendors of nearly every type (vegetarian/vegan items) will be on hand to feed all your on site camping hunger needs. Head to the hill in Lot 8 to get your grub on!  PLUS, Beer to go, Bloody Mary’s & more!

Camp Lounge:  Come relax and get some work done or update your social media. The Camp Lounge has space for all of the above! Next to the Activities Tent where you can check-out a computer at the desk, or use your own devices and connect to our complimentary wifi!

Coachella Art Studios:  Wander into this D.I.Y. zone and let your creativity flow! Coachella art studios is a euphoric craft world where we supply the materials for you to enhance your Coachella experience.

The Dome:  Get your late night groove on. The Dome Dance party starts at 10pm nightly. The music rages on, yet silently, starting at 1am. Stop by early on Thursday for the Vintage Merch Sale Thursday 4pm-6pm .  And be sure to check out the Posted Studio Speaker Series Thursday 4pm-6pm.

Farmers Market: This market features all your produce needs with local, pesticide free and organic produce, juices, farm fresh smoothies, baked goods, local coffee roasters, snacks and omelets. Stock up your campsite or enjoy the picnic area.Fri–Sun 7am–2pm.

Ferris Wheel: Catch all the feels at the top of the Ferris Wheel while taking in the epic desert views of the entire Coachella Valley.

Field of Dreams: Take part in our Spring Olympics by competing in a variety of recreational fun & games. Achieve eternal glory, WIN prizes, bragging rights & bad suntans. All the fun is FREE and open to everyone. Schedule changes daily, so pay attention!

Flow Space Yoga & Pilates: Come stretch it out in the Field at the Flow Structure located in Lot 8. Various classes all morning long, find some time to relax and take care of yourself before dancing the day away.

The Get Up: Moonwalk over and unleash your inner ‘Crazy Legs’ at our all-styles dance session/workshop located in the Art Studios Tent 10am-2pm, hosted by: Francesca Harding 

Giant Foosball & Snookball: You ARE the game for the life size Foosball. Plus use your leg as the stick in Snooker aka soccer billiards. Found in the Field Of Dreams, Lot 8.

Heineken House: Experience the Heineken House Evolution! Heineken is turning up the heat in the desert with an incredible lineup, new location, and new structure featuring a first-of-its-kind beer garden that allows you to catch the music up close while enjoying a cold brew!

Hivemind: An exclusive all-night rager hosted by Subterranean Entertainment! Think glow sticks, blacklights, curated DJ sets, giant animal costumes and a pulsing bass-line. If you’re looking to free your inhibitions and make a few more connections within the company family then the Hivemind tent’s the place to be on Sunday, April 14 at 11pm

#MYCALVINS House: Be our guest; discover an immersive, multi-sensory experience inspired by the Spring campaign. #CKCOACHELLA

Nyx Professional Make-up - Glitter Trip: Discover the ultimate glitter playground! Visit the air conditioned interactive beauty bar, touch-up your look and discover our Insta-worthy tent full of surprises! Snag Your Festival Essentials.

Pantene Styling Lounge: Be at the top of your content game & get your hair styled with glittery gold accessories. Already glammed out? Come find us to enjoy free wi-fi, air conditioning, & artsy photo moments.

Recharge with Peet’s: Energize each morning with free Cold Brew samples, phone charging stations, and fun at vintage Bus and Trikes. Plus, visit Peet’s Cold Brew Tap Room for a one-of-a-kind beverage experience from a custom draft bar.

Records & Record Store Day: Dig into over 30,000 pieces of new and vintage vinyl and more. Stop in on April 13th for Record Store Day exclusive.

The Turn Down: Downtempo Grooves for your Soul. Cheers turn into pillow talk at your own ambient oasis.  Kick up those feet, and let the late night grooves recharge your cells. located in the Art Studios Tent, lot 8

Vintage Market: Comb through this curated retail experience filled with a wide variety of vintage, upcycle/recycled and handmade retro items, handcrafted clothing, jewelry and more.

Wellness Spa: Feeling tense over the long weekend? Come work out those knots & kinks by getting a chair massage from one of our licensed massage therapists.

Eat & Drink:

Indio Central Market:  Enjoy Coachella’s food lovers haven featuring more than 15 carefully-curated restaurants from across the country under one large tent with plenty of shaded seating.

Outstanding in The Field: For the sixth year, Outstanding In The Field is setting a long table in the tranquil hideaway of our VIP Rose Garden. The intimate area allows you to take refuge (and a seat!) at the festival while you mingle with other guests over a full-service, four-course family style meal, a cocktail and ample regional wine. Dinner will be served just as the sun starts to hang low.

Pop-Up Restaurant: Enjoy full-service sit-down meal atGwen by Brothers Chef Curtis and Luke Stone, offering an escape from the festival into their Hollywood hotspot for an unforgettable dining experience. From butcher-inspired smoked brisket to a vegan chilled garden gazpacho, the VIP pop-up has something for everyone on your band’s tour rider. Located in VIP near the white peaked tents.

Featured Restaurants: Coachella’s food program features top restaurants from across the country. Offering a wide variety of cuisine that will please any festival-goer, vendors range from chef-driven concepts to artisanal ice cream shops and crave worthy street food. Vegan and gluten-free options are available throughout the site.

We All Scream 4 Ice Cream: Beat the heat with something sweet! Enjoy a cooldown treat from the variety of ice cream vendors on the field, with options ranging from specialty artisanal flavors to innovative vegan offerings in scoops, cones and even ice cream floats. There is – no doubt – something for everyone to scream for under the sun.

Kogitown: Celebrate 10 years of Chef Roy Choi feeding Coachella with our first-ever KogiTown! Located near the Food Court, with an area set to impress serving the greatest hits from both Kogi and Chego, LA’s most beloved Asian fusion cuisine. Expect to indulge in Ooey Gooey and Kimchi Fries, Short Rib, Chicken or Tofu Tacos and Burritos, and Chego’s famed Chubby Pork Belly Bowl, Sour Cream Hen House, or the Leafy T.

Pizza & Burgers: Munchies solved! We’ve got your favorite pizza & burger choices sprinkled all over the fields. With everything from smash burgers to plant-based patties, and traditional Neapolitan style pizza, vegan and gluten-free options, or Spicy Pie by the slice. No doubt, there will be plenty of: PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA & BURGER BURGER BURGER.

Drinks: Curated specialty cocktails along with a large Craft Beer selection. Returning this year are The Cabin, Beer Belly’s Rare Beer Bar, Broken Shaker, the secret PDTiki, plus some new and exciting spots, serving craft on draft, mixed cocktails and a large selection of non-alcoholic beverages from our returning KombuchaBar and crafted “cocktails” from Block Party.

Festival Experience:

Every one: Let’s co-create a festival and culture that is safe, inclusive and fun for all. We are pushing ourselves and our guests to do better and to be better. We are taking deliberate steps to develop a festival culture that is safe and inclusive for everyone. Persons of any gender identity or expression, sex, sexual orientation, race, religion, age or ability are welcome at Coachella. Along with the Code of Conduct, Coachella will NOT tolerate any form of assault or harassment, be it sexual, physical or verbal. Anyone found to be in violation of this policy is subject to immediate removal from the festival site and law enforcement may be notified. The offender’s Festival Wristband may be revoked and no refund will be issued.

Note: This is an optional event, meaning your characters are not required to attend.  If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to drop us a line!

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The Truth Untold | BTS AU Part 2

Jimin x Reader | Jungkook x Reader

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Genre: Fluff, but mostly Angst, maybe Smut, who knows

Words: 6k

A morally wrong love story, you’d definitely want to read to feed your thirst for angst and drama… and Jungkook.

(A/N: I didn’t expect this part to be so long, welp. Hope you enjoy. Let me know how you liked it!)

That night, as agreed earlier, you stayed at Jungkook’s house. Shortly after Jimin decided that you were going to stay with his best friend instead of staying at the hotel, you packed clothes, toiletries and other essentials and drove in Jungkook’s car to his home. Jimin sat in the passenger seat, you sat behind Jungkook. During the drive Jimin and Jungkook chatted, the music was playing at a low volume in the background. While humming along, you noticed how Jungkook glanced at you through the rear-view mirror from time to time. He really wasn’t helping in making you feel less uncomfortable about the whole situation. You could barely wait to get out of the car, when he pulled up in the driveway of his house.

It was quite big, considering he lived alone. The guest room held a king-sized bed, a TV and a spacious closet. Much to your delight, you had a bathroom to yourself, which hopefully prevents further bathroom incidents with Jungkook like the one at your house.

After unpacking, you had a quick shower to refresh yourself and remove the dust and sweat covering your body from dragging your belongings half the day.

“Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything?” Jungkook asked as he stood in the door of your room. You were lying on bed in fresh clothes, reading a book while Jimin was watching TV, snuggled to your side.

“Everything is great! Thank you. You’ve already done enough for us,” Jimin replied.

“You know… The boys want to meet up in an hour at this bar and I was thinking that maybe you wanted to join us. I’m guessing they don’t know you are back, yet?” Jungkook raised his brow and leaned, arms folded, against the doorframe. Jimin sat up and turned the volume of the television down.

“Really? That would be amazing. I’ve missed them all. But what about ___?” Jimin asked while placing his warm hand on your knee.

“We’ll just bring her along. It’s not like it’s an exclusively boys night,” Jungkook chuckled. You finally put down your book to look at Jungkook, who seemed like he was waiting for a response. Your gaze shifted to Jimin, who stared at you. His eyes pleaded you to agree on coming along.

“Who are ‘the boys’?” you air quoted. To you that sounded as if you were going to join a group of hormonal high school football players on their night out. Which didn’t sound appealing to you.

“You know. My closest friends. Hoseok, Jin, Yoongi, Taehyung and Namjoon. You’ve met all of them,” Jimin replied and squeezed your knee to reassure you. He could tell that you weren’t too keen on joining. But you wouldn’t be ___ if you denied your boyfriend a night out with “the boys”. Even if that meant you having to join. You clapped the book together and got up with a sigh.

“Alright, I guess we are going out tonight. I’ll get ready now,” Jimin clapped his hands together in excitement, making you giggle.

“Why are you getting ready already? We still have an hour,” Jimin questioned as you passed him to rush to the bathroom.

“Because looking good needs it’s time,” you said, posing for a second, making Jimin and yourself chuckle.

“But you already look good,” Jungkook said without any expression whatsoever, before turning on his heels and leaving the room. You froze for a second and watched him leave. Did he really just say that or were you imagining things now? You’ve never heard a compliment leave Jungkook’s lips, especially not directed towards you. Jimin went back to watching TV and you regained your power to walk. Not wanting to look like a confused bird, you hurried into the bathroom. Your shock made you close the door with just a bit too much energy, causing the door to make a loud thump while closing. You flinched, then locked the door. In those 10 hours you have been in Seoul, Jungkook surprised you three times already. Guess moving to Seoul won’t be as boring as you initially thought it would be.

***

After having done your hair and makeup and choosing the right outfit, the three of you were ready to leave for the bar. Jungkook insisted on driving, even after several attempts of Jimin proposing to call a taxi because they had to celebrate their reunion. But Jungkook said he didn’t feel like drinking, so he was fine with being the chauffeur. To which Jimin responded he felt betrayed because his best friend didn’t want to party with him. You on the other side found their conversation a lot of fun to listen to from the backseat.

“Jimin, how many times do I have to tell you? I can have fun without alcohol.”

“That… sounds fake but okay,” Jimin responded and dramatically snapped his head to look out of the window. Jungkook released a tortured breath, then made a sharp left turn, making Jimin slightly hit his head on the window. You had to hold in your laugh as he mumbled ‘ouch’ and rubbed his forehead.

“Is he always this difficult, ____?” Jungkook asked you.

“Oh, just wait until he is drunk. He’s even whinier then,” you responded. Jimin turned his head around to look at you. He was so fast, you were scared he’d snap his neck. He narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to say something.

“I thought you loved the whiny me,” he pouted. “You said it’s cute.”

You chuckled and reached forward to pet his puffed cheeks. “I love it.” He grinned and turned back around.

“Sometimes,” you mumbled under your breath, then heard Jungkook chuckle, making Jimin shoot him a death glare.

You arrived at the bar 10 minutes late. When you entered, immediately a dark-haired boy waved at you from a corner seat on the other side of the bar. The lights were dimmed, red neon lights above every window and under the bars gave this cozy nightlife feeling. And you loved it. Jungkook led the way as he waved back and then strolled towards the excited boy with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Jimin swung his arm over you, squeezed you closer to him and proceeded to follow his younger friend. Reaching the booth, there were three more guys sitting and talking. You recognized all of them faintly. It was hard to put names on most of them, though. All of them cheered as they spotted Jimin, surprised expressions painted their faces. One by one, they slid out of the booth to hug their friend. Nobody seemed to have expected him. After hugging Jimin, they introduced themselves to you, except for Jin as you’ve already known him well enough. He came in for a hug, which you gladly returned. After their introduction you learned that the excited dark-haired boy was Taehyung and the others were Namjoon and Yoongi.

“You must be the girlfriend. I’ve heard a lot about you. I know we’ve met already, but that was a long time ago, so nice to meet you… again,” Taehyung chuckled as he spoke. Meanwhile, the others returned to their seats again. He motioned for Jimin and you to sit down. You slid into the booth after Jimin, Taehyung followed straight after you. It was quite spacious, at least 10 people could fit in the booth. The seats were a reddish brown leather and very comfortable, you noticed the second you sat down.

“Jimin! We had no idea you were back in Seoul. How long has it been, man?” Namjoon questioned as soon as we were all seated.

“8 months. Can you believe that? That means we need to celebrate and you guys need to tell me everything that happened while I was gone!” Jimin shouted. He was very excited, it was visible on his face. His eyes were wide and glistening. The smile hasn’t left his face since the second you entered the bar. This was the moment, you knew that moving here was the right decision. You haven’t seen Jimin this happy for the past two months. And you felt guilty for keeping him away from his friends for so long.

“Also, where is Hoseok?” Jimin questioned. Immediately, a weird tension filled the room. It wasn’t too obvious, but something was up. As soon as the name Hoseok fell, everyone’s smile turned into a straight line for just a split second and the table fell silent, before Yoongi spoke up.

“I don’t know. He was also invited, but you know how he is. Always late.” Yoongi laughed but you could tell it was forced. Jimin on the other hand didn’t seem to notice the weird effect his question had on “the boys”. He continued to chatter with his friends right away, not further questioning the situation.

Next to you, Taehyung waved at a waitress, who nodded and strutted towards your table in her high heels. Didn’t they already order something to drink? His glass was still full.

“What do you want to drink?” he turned to look at you, his arm was resting on the backrest behind you. Thinking for a few seconds, you said the first thing that came to your mind.

“A Pina Colada,” you said, confident in your choice.

He smiled cheekily, “Of course.”

“7 shots, 2 beers and a Pina Colada for the lady, please,” he winked at the waitress, who scribbled something on her notepad, obviously blushing before turning on her heels and rushing to the bar. So, Taehyung seemed to be a bit of a player. Since the second you met him, you could feel his giddy but at the same time laid-back personality radiate off him. And you couldn’t deny he was incredibly handsome, which intimidated you slightly. Therefore, him being a womanizer wouldn’t surprise you whatsoever.

For the next minute, while waiting for your cocktail, you observed your surroundings. The bar seemed very cozy to you. Even though there were a lot of people, it felt very private, as the booths were closed off with wooden walls. Besides, the bar was very big, as you entered you detected that it contained a billiard table and a ping pong table, surely for beer pong. The music was to 85 % your taste, neither too loud nor too quiet. You didn’t have to shout while talking. The brightness of the light was just right and the colour gave off a warm vibe.

While watching the guys, you noticed that they were definitely close friends. All of them were enjoying themselves, especially Jimin, which made you feel warm inside. You still remembered the first time you met Yoongi. You were scared of him, like, terrified. Your first thought was that he might be a mafia boss. There was just something about him that made you feel uneasy. But now seeing him laugh and flash his gummy smile, you were questioning whether he was replaced by someone else. Jin didn’t seem to have changed a lot. He has worked out, but his laugh hasn’t changed. Out of all the people on this table, except for your boyfriend, of course, you were closest to him.

“When did you arrive here?” Taehyung asked you, ripping you out of your thoughts.

“This morning,” you responded. His eyebrows raised.

“Oh, so recently? I see. So, it would be stupid of me to ask, if you feel at home already,” he laughed and you joined him.

“I had absolutely no idea Jimin was moving back here. Was it a hard decision for you to make?” he asked. You were surprised he cared enough to ask this question so early on in the conversation. You fiddled with your fingers and sighed.

“It was. But don’t tell Jimin. I don’t want him to worry,” you whispered, making sure he wouldn’t hear you. Which was unnecessary, considering he was so absorbed in the conversation with the others.

“He seems so happy. It was definitely worth it,” you added, while looking at Jimin.

Taehyung smiled at you, opening his mouth to say something but was interrupted as the waitress from earlier put down the drinks in front of Taehyung. Her cheeks were still a deep red. Poor girl was head over heels for the womanizer next to you. He thanked her, before she strutted away.

“Everyone take a shot!” Taehyung shouted while passing on the shots. Everyone except Jungkook obeyed, who explained he couldn’t drink because he was driving, which was met by a lot of booing, but was soon forgotten as Taehyung raised his glass, while standing up.

“Cheers. On Jimin and ___. Let’s hope it’s gonna be a wild journey,” he shouted as everyone, including you, raised their own glasses. You lifted your head to look at Taehyung. Maybe moving here wasn’t going to be as difficult as you thought it would be. After all, you already found a friend in Taehyung.

“Cheers!” everyone screamed in unity. He looked down at you and smirked before downing his shot. You did the same and slammed the glass back on the table, grimacing. You hated shots, but they got you drunk fast, so you ignored the burn in your throat.

“Here’s your Pina Colada, my lady,” Taehyung said as he sat back down and slid the glass in front of you. You thanked him as you grabbed your drink and took a big sip.

“This one is yours, Jimin,” Jimin grabbed the beer, thanked him and then returned to his conversation. They really had a lot to catch up on. Taehyung leaned back in his seat, each arm rested on the backrest, his legs spread as far as possible. Then his right leg suddenly touched your left and your body reacted before you could by flinching back. He quickly pulled his leg back and mumbled a ‘sorry’. You could feel your cheeks heat up. This was not what you had intended, you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. Gladly, he didn’t seem to care further.

“By the way, you can call me Tae, if I haven’t said that yet,” he remarked, you nodded. “I heard you are staying at Jungkook’s house?” he motioned in Jungkook’s direction with his head, licking his lips. During this movement, you noticed how sharp his jawline was. Tearing your gaze away from him, you turned your head. Jungkook was sitting on the opposite corner of the couch. He was sipping on his drink, watching you. As soon as he noticed your gaze, he looked down at his drink.

“How do you like it?”

“It’s fine, but I can’t wait to move into our new house,” you pouted. Just the thought of your first home with Jimin caused butterflies in your stomach. You’ll be able to make new memories, start your life as a family. But it will take it’s time.

“I understand. When will you be able to move in?”, he asked, narrowing his brows.

“Honestly, I have no idea. Hopefully in a week. The painters are coming tomorrow and on Monday the last pieces of furniture should arrive, hopefully,” you said. It made you uneasy not knowing when exactly you were able to move in. You didn’t want to live with Jungkook for two weeks or more. That is not what you moved to Seoul for. Tae gave you a half-smile and opened his mouth to speak.

“Guys, I think I know why Hoseok was so late,” Jin spoke up, nodding towards the entrance. Everyone’s head turned, curious to see what took him so long. Entering was a tall brown-haired guy with a petite, dirty blonde girl in his arm. As soon as he spotted you, he grinned, his pearl-white teeth showing.

“Is he really… is he really going to do this?” Taehyung asked in disbelief. You on the other side were confused. You watched the others, all of them were tense, some were shaking their head, some stared with their mouth slightly agape. Jungkook however, was playing with the straw of his drink, holding his head low.

“What’s up guys?” Hoseok said as he sat down on the free chair opposite of you, the girl sat on the couch next to Tae. He seemed to get uncomfortable and lifted his arm from the backrest behind her and dropped it over his crotch, while shifting and leaning closer towards you.

“Jimin! What are you doing here?” He sounded surprised, got up and proceeded to half-hug Jimin over the table. Jimin hesitantly stood up and hugged him back.

“Oh you know, I just moved here,” he told him, followed by a nervous laugh.

This whole situation was confusing you. Why did all of them suddenly seem so uncomfortable and tense? Did something happen? Did Hoseok do something? Or was it his girlfriend?

“And you must be ___, Jimin’s girlfriend,” he stated, stretching out his hand for you to take, which you did. He firmly squeezed it, while shaking. “I’m Hoseok.” You nodded before turning to Taehyung as Hoseok sat back down.

“What the fuck is happening right now?” you whispered into Tae’s ear. He sighed, then told you to wait a few seconds.

“By the way, this is Lisa,” Hoseok told you while pointing at the girl he brought along. She smiled sweetly at you and you did the same as you gave her a nod. Lisa… Somehow this name sounded familiar to you. You swore you recently just heard it but couldn’t quite put a finger on it. You’ve never seen this girl before. After five minutes of patiently waiting, Tae finally motioned for you to stand up.

“We’re going to play a round of beer pong,” Tae announced, mostly to Jimin, who nodded approvingly. He squeezed out of the booth, passing Lisa, who stood up for you, and you quickly followed him. He asked the bartender for beer to fill the cups with, then proceeded to arrange the cups on his side and on your side. You leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching him. He glanced at you while putting up the last cup, then opened the first bottle of beer.

“You know you should learn how to not make it so obvious you’re impatient,” Tae voiced while filling one cup after the other. You breathed out a ‘what’.

“When you are impatient, you start tapping your foot. You did it before, when I told you to wait a few seconds. I’m surprised nobody noticed, the whole table was shaking,” Tae chuckled. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Well, it did take you more than a few seconds. Now tell me what’s going on,” you stated firmly.

“So demanding. I couldn’t just rush away as soon as they arrived, so calm down. I’ll tell you everything.” You pushed yourself from the wall and grabbed the ball Taehyung held out to you. Positioning on the opposite side of Taehyung, you stared at him, waiting for him to start talking.

“You start,” Tae pointed at you. You groaned, finally wanting to find out what the problem with Hoseok was. Your eyes narrowed, fixating on a cup, then throwing the ball. Unsuccessful.

“Jungkook had a girlfriend not too long ago. It didn’t last long though. Maybe two months.” And that’s when it clicked. You opened your mouth and gasped. Lisa. That’s where you heard the name. Jungkook told you about her. She was his ex-girlfriend.

“Lisa was his girlfriend!” you exclaimed as an orange ball flew in your direction and landed inside of a cup, a few drops splashing on your shirt. Your triumphant grin was quickly erased by an annoyed expression.

“Really? Are you some kind of world champion in beer pong because scoring the first time is nearly impossible,” you scoffed. He shrugged and smirked at you. You lifted the cup and observed it. Gladly it wasn’t even half full.

“What can I say? I’m a pro at beer pong,” he claimed. “So Jungkook told you about Lisa?” You downed the whole cup in three seconds.

“He told me earlier today that he recently had a girlfriend, but it didn’t work out because she just wasn’t the right one,” you explained. He hummed in response.

“I see. Yes, that’s partly true.” You concentrated on your next shot while he was talking. But failed again. You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath, balling your hands to fists. You were a sore loser.

“What do you mean?” you asked, being even more curious now.

“I mean that Lisa cheated on him while they were still in a relationship officially,” Tae spoke, making his next shot but failed as well. But it left you unfazed, too shocked at this piece of information.

“Wait- what? With...”

“With Hoseok.”

“But aren’t they friends? Jungkook and Hoseok?” you talked way too fast but couldn’t help it. You needed to know everything.

“They should be, yes. But that didn’t seem to bother Hoseok. He still went and fucked someone else’s girlfriend,” he exclaimed. “I’m sorry. I’m currently not on good terms with him. None of us really are. It makes me so fucking angry, you don’t even know. Jungkook deserves so much better,” he gritted through his teeth before slamming his palms on the ping pong table, making you flinch back. His jaw tensed up and his hand balled to a fist. His eyes fluttered up to you and immediately his eyes widened when he saw your scared expression.

“I’m so sorry, ___. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s your turn,” he mumbled, embarrassed to have lost his temper.

“No worries, Tae. I just wasn’t expecting that. You didn’t scare me.” You smiled at him and he loosened up a tiny bit. “I can totally understand why you’re so pissed. I feel bad for Jungkook and honestly I’d love to kick Hoseok in his face right now,” you babbled on, making Taehyung chuckle. “And Lisa, well she is a bitch for doing that. Hurting someone like that…,” you trailed off. Feeling that the silence is about to become awkward, you cleared your throat and got into position for your shot. You leaned forward slightly and looked at Tae, who seemed to be amused by you. He tried to hide his smirk by biting his lower lip without success. You tried ignoring him. When you glanced over his shoulder, you noticed Jungkook walk towards the exit. He had his hands in his jacket pockets and his head hung low. You dropped the ball and rushed after him, past Tae, who looked confused and called your name. The door was slammed open and you searched for Jungkook, who was a few metres away from you, with his back towards you.

“Jungkook!” you called out, making him stop dead in his tracks. He turned around, stared you up and down, then showed you his back again.

“Don’t worry, I’m not leaving without you. I just needed some fresh air,” he mumbled, while fumbling around with his jacket. He stopped at the opposite building and leaned against the wall, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. You didn’t know he smoked.

“No, that’s not why I followed you. I just- I found out what happened between Lisa and you. I’m sorry,” you said, as you approached him while he was lighting his cigarette.

“What are you apologizing for?” he asked, after taking a deep puff.

“Jesus Christ, ___! You can’t just run away like that, especially not out on the streets. Do you not know what kind of people are roaming around here at this time of the day? Don’t ever do that again,” Tae raised his voice while jogging to you.

“Oh, hi Jungkook. You here too?” he waved at him. Jungkook lazily waved back.

“I’m sorry, Tae,” you said. He sighed and patted your head, making you roll your eyes. You weren’t a child. But you found it cute that Tae worried about you despite knowing you for about an hour.

“So, Jungkook. Are you ok? Why did you come out here?” he didn’t respond, instead took another puff.

“Do you want me to beat some sense into Hoseok?” Taehyung suggested. Jungkook chuckled and shook his head. Some of his black strands fell into his face. He could look very intimidating if you didn’t know him.

“Guys, I’m fine. I really don’t care about Lisa nor Hoseok. If she prefers to be with him, that’s great. Our relationship didn’t work out anyways. And if Hoseok wants to have Lisa, he can have her, I don’t give a fuck,” he snapped, before throwing his cigarette on the floor and stepping on it. You glanced at Tae from the side, who did the same. Neither of you dared to say anything, not wanting to annoy Jungkook any further.

“I’m going inside,” Jungkook stated as he pushed himself off the wall. You watched him leave, before looking up at Taehyung and raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t look at me like that. I don’t know what’s up with him either,” he lifted his arms in defence.

“For saying that he doesn’t care, he seemed pretty upset to me. I thought he didn’t like her anyway,” you trailed of while moving around the cigarette stub with your shoe.

“But still, his pride was hurt. Nobody likes to be cheated on. Even though things were about to end, they were still in a relationship when she hooked up with Hoseok. She betrayed his trust. Although they can’t be called lovers, they were friends,” Tae told you. It made sense. Being cheated on makes you feel like you aren’t good enough, like nobody cares about you. You nodded in agreement and let your body fall against the wall. Only now you realized that you were shaking a bit. Even though it was summer and you were sweating your ass off just a few hours earlier, the absence of the sun did make the air a lot chillier. Your dress was short and only had slim straps. Being the smartass you were, you didn’t bring a jacket. You started rubbing your arms to feel a bit warmer. Taehyung seemed to notice that you were freezing.

“Are you cold?” he asked. You nodded. He started taking off his jacket. “Here. Take my jacket,” he offered, but you waved him off and shook your head.

“No, let’s go inside again. It’s scary out here,” you demanded and made your way inside the bar, closely followed by Taehyung.

Entering the club, it seemed as if you had been gone for two hours. You stopped dead in your tracks, making Tae bump into you, to observe the scene in front of you. The music was blasting from the speakers, the lights were flashing and people were dancing. Your boyfriend included. Jimin was standing on the table, swinging his hips, next to him was Namjoon doing the same. Or trying to at least. Yoongi handed Jimin a bottle of whatever, which Jimin gladly took, downing the remaining liquid. In the booth beside it, Hoseok was making out with the blonde girl. You scrunched your nose in disgust and searched for Jungkook as he wasn’t with the other guys.

After scanning the bar twice, you saw his dark figure sitting on a bar stool, talking to a bartender. You were about to approach him, when you heard your name being called. Fascinating how someone could scream louder than the music. You turned your head to see Jimin jump from the table, making you flinch. The last thing you needed right now was a drunk and injured boyfriend. He wobbled his way to you and stopped before crashing into you. His gaze wandered from your eyes to your lips, then he moved one side of your hair behind your neck. Before you could react, his mouth crashed into yours. You stumbled back into the bar, one hand was on your waist the other on the surface of the bar. His tongue soon found its way inside your mouth and played with your tongue. You groaned as he bit your lip, your hand wandering to his hair, gently pulling on it. His hand suddenly moved lower, to your thigh, rested for a second before he proceeded to shove his hand underneath your dress.

You gripped his wrist and pulled away from the kiss. You weren’t going to do this in public. From the corner of your eyes you saw Jungkook watching you, who sat right beside you. You peeked at him, breathing hard. He looked at you, then at Jimin and lastly to where Jimin’s hand was before turning away again and sipping on his drink as if nothing happened. From his expression you could tell he was annoyed by how drunk Jimin acted.

“Alright, Jimin. I think you’ve had enough,” you shouted in his ear, so he would be able to hear you. But he had other things in mind as he gripped you by the waist and pulled you towards the booth. He stepped on the couch and then on the table, turned to you and lifted you up to join him. He started dancing and singing along to the music while you only stood there. Jimin noticed, took your hands in his, then dropped them over his shoulders and closed the space between you two. As your bodies were pressed against each other, Jimin started dancing again, practically grinding against you.

“Dance,” he breathed into your ear. His breath was hot and his voice was husky. He was very clearly drunk. But at that moment, you didn’t care and followed the beat of the music, swaying your hips, just like Jimin. After a few minutes of dancing, you felt a body come up behind you. As you turned your head, you saw Tae moving to the beat of the music, smirking at you. He shoved a glass of alcohol into your face, you took it and started drinking. You don’t know for how long this went on, but it was too long.

Almost three hours later, you found yourself in the backseat of Jungkook’s car. Taehyung sat on the passenger seat. Jungkook offered to drive him home, which he gladly accepted. Jimin was next to you, snuggling into your neck. Five minutes into driving, Jimin started sucking on it. You tried to appear unfazed and focused on the blurred houses and trees, you were passing. He continued to leave a trail of kisses from your collarbone to your cheeks before he finally reached your lips. He hungrily reached for them, gently nibbling before kissing you deeply. It didn’t take long for his tongue to find yours and within seconds you were fully making out. His hands roamed your body and moved up your thigh, dangerously close to your private parts.

“I need you,” he whispered into your ear, slightly slurring his words. You could smell the alcohol in his breath. You on the other hand weren’t anywhere near drunk. Slightly tipsy but not drunk. He pulled your lower body closer to him. Partly laying underneath him now, he continued to kiss you.

“Oh, how I’d love to make out with someone right now,” you heard Tae say.

“You could have had any girl at that bar tonight. Why didn’t you talk to one?” Jungkook countered.

“Didn’t feel like it,” he answered shortly. “Maybe next time.”

Ten more minutes of driving and you arrived at Tae’s house. You told Jimin to stop and that you will continue at “home”. It would be awkward to you to make out in front of Jungkook. Until now he was distracted by talking to Taehyung. At least that’s what you thought.

“Thanks for driving me home, Jungkook. Goodnight. Bye ___, bye Jimin. Have fun,” he said, winking at you which made your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He slammed the door shut and walked off. Jimin’s hand rested on your knee the remaining car drive but occasionally slipped further upwards, making you slap his hand away every time.

After what felt like eternity and a lot of awkward silence, you finally arrived at Jungkook’s house. You opened the car door and stepped out into the cold air. Jimin slid over onto your seat and you reached out your hand for him to take.

“Maybe next time don’t overestimate yourself, Jimin. It gets embarrassing,” Jungkook spoke as he held the car door open for you to help Jimin get out of the car. He was clearly annoyed, his jaw was tense.

“I’ll get him. You go inside. You’re freezing,” he told you, his voice soft. You obeyed, took the keys from his hand and jogged towards the door. After struggling for a few seconds because of the dark and your tipsy state, you finally unlocked the door and scurried inside. Jungkook followed after you with Jimin under his arm. When you finally made it into your room, Jungkook wished you a good night and went to his own.

“____,” Jimin whined, from his spot, sprawled out on the bed, as you struggled to get out of your shoes.

“Yes?” you asked as you turned to look at him after successfully removing your shoes. His hand reached out to grab yours and he pulled you on top of him. His face inched closer, his eyes were hooded. He started kissing you passionately, his hand shoved your dress up to your stomach and travelled even further upwards, attempting to undo your bra. You stopped him and stood up, pulling your dress down again.

“I’ll take off my makeup first and change into something more comfortable, then we can continue. Alright?” you stated, biting your lip. Jimin pouted but nodded.

“But be fast, baby,” he said. His hoarse voice never failed to turn you on. You grabbed a pair of pyjamas and made your way into the bathroom. After five minutes of getting ready for bed, you exited again, saying that you were finished. But you didn’t get an answer. Instead you were met with light snores and a passed out Jimin. He had managed to wiggle out of his shirt and his trousers and was now fast asleep on the bed in only his boxers. You smiled to yourself and quietly slipped under the sheets next to him. You wished him a goodnight before closing your eyes.

After about 15 minutes of trying to sleep, tossing and turning, your body still didn’t feel tired. So, you decided to go downstairs to drink a glass of juice. As you poured yourself a drink, the light suddenly went on in the kitchen. You snapped your head to the entrance. Standing in the doorway was Jungkook. Shirtless. Your eyes darted to his exposed chest and quickly wandered over his defined abs, before looking away. You had to admit one thing. He wasn’t bad to look at.

“Why are you still up?” you questioned him.

“Couldn’t sleep and thought I heard noises. Guess I was right,” he lazily grinned. He only looked at you with one eye, the other was squeezed shut, as he wasn’t used to the bright light yet. He yawned and scratched the back of his head.

“And what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be asleep? Like Jimin,” he asked you.

“Couldn’t sleep. Jetlag,” you said shortly and gulped down your drink.

“I’m sorry. About Jimin,” you stumbled. “And about what happened with Lisa,” you carefully added, watching his expression. He tried to remain unaffected, but there was the slightest twitch in his face. Before he could open his mouth to tell you that ‘it’s fine’ or that ‘he doesn’t care’, you continued talking.

“Look, I’m not pushing you to pour out your heart to me. I just want you to know that when you need someone to talk to, someone other than one of the ‘cool’ boys, who don’t talk about feelings, I’m here. And I’ll listen. I’m not guaranteeing to make things better, but it’s always easier to let things out instead of keeping them in,” you rambled on. You smiled at him and he returned it. It was a genuine smile, you could tell. Putting the glass down, you proceeded to make your way back to your room.

“Thank you,” he mumbled as you passed him. You stopped to look up at him. “No problem,” you whispered before you wandered back to your room, slipped under the covers and tried to fall asleep.

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