#but i had to take another bus and that left 9:30

[alasy]

You'll never read this but thank you Guilherme for being so kind and helping me out, you saved the day

[kooktrash]

his special secret | kim taehyung

summary: you’re an art student who has recently broken up with your cheating ex boyfriend. he’s your art professor recovering from a divorce just a year ago. what happens when your relationship goes beyond that of a professor and his college student?

➢ genre/au: college art professor!tae x art student!y/n [she/her… afab] [age gap 9 years]

➢ 12.5k words

warnings: smüt. secret relationship. tae is 30, y/n is 21. car sëx. oral [f&m]. make out. groping. tae is divorced. both got cheated on in past. jealous tae. dirty talk. makeout in art closet. y/n is confident but going thru it. professor x student. no protection. y/n is on top.

[REUPLOAD] HIS SPECIAL SECRET 2

You know when you're really mad to the point that you wanna cry? Not because you're sad but because you're so mad and you can't even act on that anger, especially not right now, you couldn't even show that you're upset because you're in class. Obviously it started off with your stupid ass ex-boyfriend's tenth apology text where it was mostly just him trying to gaslight you. Then it was because of missing the bus to campus which made you have to get a taxi and spend way more money than necessary, but get this, you spent like 20$ so you wouldn't miss your first class and yet it was canceled. Canceled! After spending that money to make it for that specific lecture you walk over to the room only to find a big fat 'canceled' sign on the door. Plus,  you had enough time to catch the next bus if the professor only posted or emailed everyone saying it was cancelled, hell you could’ve even slept longer.

Your phone is still being blown up and you just can’t focus on your painting today. You can’t mix the right shade and it is beginning to drive you crazy. Your palette is getting too full and your water is so dirty that it isn’t even cleaning the brush anymore. You had already been trying to keep your cool this entire time but now you can’t take it anymore. You were so upset with the trillion texts you were being sent and with your painting not going the way you wanted it too, oh and missing the bus and class being canceled, you were very clearly overstimulated and overwhelmed. You felt like there is nothing you can do but just give up for the day.

You stood abruptly taking your brushes and palette to the sink in the back of the room. You dried and packed them all up not caring to say anything to anyone else as you picked up your bags and canvas. You put your things away and left, not turning back to professor who looked up from helping another person to watch you leave so suddenly. You finally got your phone out and dialed one of your friend's number hearing it ring twice before they picked.

"What do you want? I'm trying to take a nude here?"

"Can you pick me up? I'm done with classes," you asked him. You weren't even that far from the classroom but you were done. You had been working on the same part for over twenty minutes and it was not getting any better so you just had to go.

"You're lucky I was gonna go get Bora too, I'll be there in fifteen," Jungkook said finishing up his last shirtless picture before going for you two.

"Will that be all for today?" A voice spoke up behind you as your call came to an end. You jumped looking back and following the voice's direction and froze at the sight of your professor.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I just—I can't focus today," you sighed rambling out a shitty excuse. He huffed crossing his arms over his chest. You swear your professor came from a world where only the most attractive people are born. It wasn't even you being dramatic, it's just the facts. He had dark hair always styled neatly, his face was angular yet soft and his dark brows made his expressions more attractive. His voice was always so low that it was quite literally mouth watering and he loved wearing long sleeve button ups where he could just roll his sleeves up if he got too hot. You looked at his face, snapping yourself out of your thoughts at his expression.

He looked annoyed, but he kept himself neutral as he spoke, "The exhibition is next month. You only have a few weeks to finish the piece before the submission deadline. Don't you think you should try to focus on your painting?"

"I did try Professor Kim, I've just been—there's just a lot going on and—" you stopped suddenly staring at his left hand, a silver band no longer there. You stuttered a little to start again, "I apologize."

"Mhm," he muttered looking away from you to the others inside the art studio focused on their work, "Just go on, make sure the next time you step into the studio you're more focused."

Dick. "Of course sir," you said turning your back to leave finally. You got to the campus entrance just in time meeting Bora along the way and the two of you got into Jungkook's car. He was shirtless as he drove.

"What's up with you?" You asked buckling yourself in as you got in the passenger's seat. He was on his phone looking up at you through sunglasses that made you laugh, "You look like such a douche."

"Shut up I told you I was taking nudes," he said as he drove away, "Plus I'm hungover and the sun's way too bright but I wanna know what took you two so damn long."

"Oh my god I left my laptop in the journalism room so I had to go all the way to get it and you know I hate walking too much," Bora said from the back seat. You sighed, "Mr. Kim caught me outside and he kind of lectured me but it's whatever. You won't believe what I noticed today—"

"What?" The two said in harmony ready for any sort of gossip. You looked genuinely surprised, "He doesn't have a wedding ring anymore." They leaned back in disappointment.

"Yeah we know," Bora said sarcastically, "Everyone's been talking about it since last semester. The word is he must've gotten divorced over the summer."

"Wait so it's almost been a year? How did I not know? He's so young," you said with furrowed brows trying to understand what you were being told. Jungkook sighed dramatically, "Because you had a boyfriend and you're not into older men."

"He's like 30, that's not old, first of all," Bora cut in, "And Y/n has daddy or mommy issues, so she's probably into older men."

"How did this get turned on me?" You asked looking between the two before settling your eyes on Bora, "He really got divorced? I thought he'd been with her since he was 20."

“Yeah, apparently word on campus is that he caught her with her coworker," Bora told you, "Minho from the Tech department heard it in the staff room. Apparently he was asked to help with some computer problem and two teachers were talking about it. He told his girlfriend and she's told basically everyone."

"Why do so many care?" Jungkook asked pulling up to your apartment. Bora gasped, "Why? Because he is literally the world's most attractive man? He's like a God. I promise you everyone has a crush on him and that's why so many of the beginner art class was filled. Everyone wanted to have him as a teacher even if they weren't art majors."

"Is that why you signed up for an art theory class this semester?" You asked turning to her. She nodded with a pout, "Yeah but it was already filled. You're so lucky he's head of the department and you're in your third year. You get to work with him more since his focus is on proficient students.”

"He's super strict though," you told her with a defeated sigh, "But I guess he's honest. You have to be ready to face critique and he's helpful. He just makes you feel like shit when you're not focused."

"I bet he's an ass because he's probably not getting laid," Jungkook laughed, "Divorce does that to people. Turns them bitter."

"Are you kidding? Look at him, women must be all over him, hell half of us on campus would gladly have him," Bora swooned. You looked down at your phone, yet another text message from your shitty ex-boyfriend.

"Y/n you should sleep with him," Bora joked, "Since you're both newly single and you'll be a good shoulder for him to cry on."

"Thanks but I like guys my own age and I’m pretty sure being his student already complicates things enough," you said absentmindedly before reading over the newest text. It's been at least two weeks and he still hasn't quit trying to gaslight you. It was ridiculous and so damn tiring. Your professor was right, you had to focus on art and this was only a distraction. You'll have to stay over time tomorrow because he hasn't left you alone today.

namjoon: I srsly don't get y you're still ignoring me

namjoon: you kno I'd never do something to hurt u

        One of the best parts about being an art student who has finished their prerequisites is that now you can really just focus on your work. So you'd basically go to one or two art classes and then you would go and work on your art. Bora was right when she said he was your mentor and it was in fact pretty exclusive.

You sold a painting last year in the Spring Art Exhibit for the university and Professor Kim became a lot more helpful. Despite his young age he had great connections in the art world from financers to auctioneers and museums. He helped proficient students participate in more exhibits and some art auctions where they could be noticed for their work and now you're one of them. Obviously he could be strict but it's because he saw potential in you and you definitely did not want to disappoint him. That's why you've spent majority of your day here well into the evening. You did have to work later but it would be open for at least another hour and that's enough time to adjust some color blocking. The sunset was long gone and you’ve barely been twenty minutes into your groove when someone else entered the studio.

You lowered the music coming from your speaker immediately at the sight of your teacher. He looked at you for a moment before continuing his walk to his desk. You tried going back to your work but now all you could think about is how dumb you were for not noticing he was divorced even if it didn’t matter to you at all. He was fishing some black portfolio out of a drawer as he spoke, "A custodian should be by soon to mop the floors and lock the room. You'll probably want to leave soon."

"Yes, I’ll start cleaning up now," you sighed as you looked at the very little work you got done. You could obviously try and work on it at home but that was too distracting. Your apartment was small and filled with distractions and there wasn't enough room for your things. It was a three canvas piece and with the easel and all your paints, brushes, palettes, and sketches spread out on the floor there's no room. At least here you had places to lock it up in. It got awkward again as you cleaned up your space and he did something at his desk. So, awkwardly, you tried to fill the silence, "Any plans this weekend, sir?"

"Nothing too interesting," he said seriously as he shuffled through some documents to find something, "Probably nothing like what all of you get up to on the weekend."

You assumed he was talking about college students. You went to one of those Universities that was extremely popular for producing majority of the well-paid lawyers, athletes, engineers, actors, musicians and artists. The student succession rate was high and yet every weekend every college student was out there getting completely shitfaced because of stress. You shrugged, "Well mine’s not interesting either, I have to work all weekend."

You doubt he cares at all but you said it anyway. Mr. Kim left shortly after with a quick goodbye and you rushed to catch the bus.

        Taehyung's weekend didn't completely start till Saturday night. His Friday night was filled with directing a new upcoming event happening. The exhibit is in a month and Taehyung's been stuck calling buyers and businesses for confirmation in their attendances. It was really a large charity event where large corporations get publicity and popularity from but a lot of the students who have managed to put their name out there are pretty well known in the art world. Many have gone on to create their exhibitions and events for their art and have had large commissions. The school did a really good job at providing their students with advantages in their careers and Taehyung was pretty proud to be helping his art major students. Of course it was stressing but it was an honor at his age. Obviously it helped that his parents were well known art curators and have worked with foreign and home artists for years. The only thing that was hard is how much work it really was and with the shitty year he's had he needs a break.

"It's been a year Taehyung, nobody's telling you to find another wife," his best friend Jimin said as him and his two friends sat at the counter of some lounge bar. "We're just saying you should at least have post-divorce sex with some random chick and let off some steam. It's a Saturday night, I say we hit up some night club after this."

"No thanks, I'm not in the mood to be shoved around by drunk college kids," Yoongi cut in as he read over the drink menu as the bartender showed up. He gave his drink order first putting the attention on Taehying and Jimin making him look up. His mouth opened slightly in surprise at the sight before him.

You managed to hide your surprise at actually seeing your teacher outside of campus but you were working and he was with friends. He was the one to stumble over his words when he gave you his drink order. Jimin smirked evilly when you turned to make the drinks at the way Taehyung was acting. You wore a black skirt and fitted black top with your hair and make up done.

"Well well well," Jimin whispered to the other two, "I guess I don't need to force you on blind dates. You can chat up the bartender."

"It was pretty awkward hearing you try and talk to her," Yoongi added in making Taehyung shake his head in disagreement. Still, he continued, "No, I—she’s my—she’s too young.”

"Taehyung, look at your gorgeous face, I doubt it matters, plus you’re a college professor! You’ve got a PhD, you’re well off, you’re artistic! It's no wonder everyone throws themselves at you, so go at it," Jimin said making Taehyung laugh, "Do you have a crush on me Chimmy?"

"Of course, I'm one of those college girls of yours who join your lectures just to for you to notice them," Jimin joked shaking his head, "And yet Jihyun is the one who cheated and not you."

"Way to bring that up," Yoongi hit him letting them conversation drop as you came back with the drinks taking their money, Taehyung looked after you. Did you work every weekend? He didn't expect you to be the type to work here. He doesn't usually pay attention to his students aside from during his teachings but you were obviously a different story along with all of his advanced students. He was your mentor and you spent a lot of time in the art studio. You mostly kept to yourself and did your work. He usually saw you stressed out but the other day was the first time in two years that you just walked out of his class. It was hard juggling the art piece from the Spring Art Exhibit and the final for their realism class but that's life and you leaving was so out of character to him.

It was still weird to see you give up that day. He obviously didn't know how you acted outside of the art department but he really was surprised especially considering the way you were dressed. He also didn't know you were the type to be friends with muscular men covered in tattoos and piercings.

"Holy shit that really is your professor," Jungkook whispered to you as he wiped the inside of some shot glasses. You and him stood at the other end of the bar gossiping. Jungkook smirked, "This is a sign, you should sleep with him."

"Do you ever think about something other than sex?" "Not really."

“Alright well focus on your own sex life and not mine. I just dumped Namjoon like three weeks ago," you complained, "Plus I'm pretty sure there's a rule against student and staff relations."

"Alright but you're 21 and he's like 30 so legally..." Jungkook trailed off giving you enough time to cut in. You sighed, "Just stop."

After some time you did circle back to the group of men and took more drink orders. While you were there one of them excused themselves to the restroom and the other got a call. In the end, Taehyung was the only one left. You found yourself stalling as you wiped your side of the lowered counter in front of him.

"I'm off," Jungkook came by patting your shoulder, "Want me to wait for you?" You shook your head at him, "No, I have to close remember?"

"Alright well call me if you change your mind," then he reached out and flicked your forehead, "See ya, Ugly."

You rolled your eyes swatting his hand away as your cheeks reddened in embarrassment. He's such an asshole. Taehyung didn't say anything for a second and then said, "So this is where you go after the studio?"

"On the weekends yeah," you said biting your lip nervously, "Also sorry if I seemed disrespectful but you're out with your friends and I didn't want to interrupt."

"Don't worry about it, I'm not offended I was just surprised. You're the first student I've seen outside of school-related events," he confessed with a small smile. From what he saw of you with that guy you definitely seemed outgoing. You seemed playful and maybe a little sarcastic but when he sees you in the studio you’re serious. When you talk to him it seems like you're always on edge and he still wanted to know what made you walk out the other day. Sensing another wave of awkwardness coming between you two you took a glass in your hand, "How about a drink? On the house."

"That's alright, I can pay—" "Sir, it's just one drink it'll be fine," you waved him off already mixing it before handing it to him, "You seem stressed."

Your fingertips touched his on accident as he took the drink. Your eyes locked once more before you were backing away to help some people on the other end. Taehyung has never looked at any of his students sexually but obviously he'd never been blind to the attractive ones. He'd been married for five years and he was loyal unlike his ex wife. Plus, he knew the position he was in and what it'd do to his career if he ever got involved with a student so the thought never came to mind. Right now though, he's having a hard time seeing you as a student and not just someone from the bar. Thankfully, his friends returned to him just as you caught him staring again.

Bora would be losing her shit over your small interaction with your professor. He was so unbelievably attractive and to see him in a setting like this made you want to do very bad things with him. Maybe their jokes about using your Professor for rebound sex was getting to your head. Obviously your friends never meant anything serious by that but wow did that seem do-able right now, especially considering the fact that he keeps staring at you.

"Come on Taehyung, let's go clubbing, I haven't gone in a while," Jimin begged him turning to Yoongi, "You too, let's go."

"Nah man, I'm not cut out for that anymore. I’m older than the two of you," Yoongi reminded making Jimin roll his eyes. He pulled on Taehyung's arm, "Let's go get you laid."

"Shut up, I'm not going, why don't you go? You don't need us," Taehyung told him. Jimin huffed gathering his things, "Fine. I will."

They waved him off watching him leave until it was just the other two. Yoongi sighed, "I should probably head home before Jieun comes to get me herself. It was nice drinking with you though, call me if you need anything."

Taehyung knows that he should just head out too. His two friends just left and he's got no reason to still be at the bar but he waited for you to come back and clean up their glasses.

"Your friends left already?" You asked him wiping at the counter.

"Uh yeah, I think I need to sober up before I head out though," he cleared his throat nervously, "Can I get a water?"

"Of course," you left for a second to fill it before coming back. You set the glass down in front of him stalling a little before asking, "I don't know if this is inappropriate or anything but are you alright sir? I, uh, I actually just realized you're not wearing your ring anymore."

His breath hitched for a second. He'll be a year since his divorce in two months and you've just now noticed? Well he doesn't expect his students to notice a small detail but still felt weird to hear it. He nodded in acknowledgment to your question, "It's alright, but yes, I'm not wearing my ring anymore. I had a divorce last summer."

"Wow," you said absentmindedly, "Well I hope you're doing well. I know this isn't all that similar but I actually just recently ended a relationship too."

"Oh?" Taehyung questioned with peaked interest. The nagging part in his brain was telling him to go before he got too curious about his student's personal life, "Is everything alright with you then?"

"Yeah it's fine," you shrugged leaving for a second to help someone else. Taehyung still waited even if he knew it was his chance to return to his empty home. When you came back he rushed to question you, "So, what made the two of you end it? Was he someone you were with since high school?"

"God no, we'd only been dating a few months but he still cheated," you blurted out, the topic still annoying you, "I mean, you know, some people just aren't worth it."

"He cheated on you?" Taehyung asked looking you up and down without much thought. He might be crossing the line with the next thing he says. You nodded no longer caring about keeping this to yourself, "With one of my closest friends actually. Safe to say I don't talk to either of them anymore."

"You're beautiful."

You froze. His words were mumbled behind his hand as he looked away from you, "I mean... you seem like a great person and I don't see why anyone would ever choose someone else over you." You didn't say anything for a moment before nodding your head, "Well I could say the same for you Mr. Kim."

Ah, so even if you just found out he was divorced clearly you’ve heard the rumors. It was embarrassing that his students and others knew what happened. The conversation changed after that. He asked about your progress and you went into detail about your work. He nodded listening, "Well maybe I could offer some guidance after class."

"I'd really appreciate that, and once again I'm sorry for walking out of class the other day," you bit your lip nervously and it had Taehyung doing the same. Stop, Y/n's your student and is at least nine years younger than you, he told himself.

His breath hitched as he tried to push his thoughts away before something bad happened. The two of you talked for another hour or two, before you knew it the bar was supposed to close soon as it was past midnight. Taehyung noticed the a sense of all other customers with a sense of dread, he'd have to leave now. He actually enjoyed talking to you, he's never connected with his students but you were easy to talk to. Obviously that was already inappropriate and he should just forget all of this but it was hard. He liked having someone to listen even if it weren't his close friends. He sighed as he stood, "So, you're closing soon?"

He was setting some cash down on the counter, a good tip that you tried to refuse. You nodded, "Yeah, I've gotta do some cleaning up unfortunately."

"How do you get home? You ride the bus?" He asked playing with his keys. You pushed some hair behind your ears, "No actually I'll probably have to call a cab since it's so late."

"Nonsense, if you're up for it I can give you a lift," Taehyung offered up before he could even process what he was saying, "I mean, I don't know how comfortable I'd feel letting you get in a stranger's car this late at night when I can wait for you. Unless you think that's inappropriate." It was.

You nodded, "I mean, if you don't mind waiting..." "I don't," Taehyung rushed to say, "I'll bring my car around to the front and wait for you alright? It gives me a chance to sober up some more anyway. You've got my number right?"

You did since he was your mentor. A lot of you students who were in advanced classes had his number since you all had a group chat. Taehyung would be lying if he said he hasn't had female students in the past be a little too suggestive in his messages but he always shut it down right away. The only reason he wanted to take you home tonight is because he actually enjoyed talking with you. He hadn't spoken with a woman this much in a long time unless it was school or work related. He's shot down every one of Jimin's offers to set him up with someone and when they'd go out drinking Taehyung was never interested in hooking up with strangers.

When you got in his car he passed you his jacket to drape over your legs and you thanked him, "Thank you so much, cabs are so expensive."

"Yeah, I bet they are, just tell me when to turn, alright?" Taehyung said as he pulled onto the street heading down the direction you pointed to. Your phone sat on your lap ringing and you didn't hang up or answered. If you hung up he'd just keep calling and calling.

He looked down at your phone before shifting his eyes back on the road, hand adjusting his grip on the steering wheel, "Do you need to answer that?"

"Huh? No it's just my ex," you told him honestly staring out the window, "He's still bothering me all the time."

"Mm," he hummed in acknowledgement as you pointed at what street to turn down, "He's still trying even after sleeping with your former friend?"

"Yeah, he thinks apologizing over and over again is gonna change my mind," you said with a shrug, "But that's done with thankfully. Don't you feel that way? Happy it's over?"

He waited a moment trying to think it over. Is this conversation with you wrong? Well in reality, getting you in his car this late at night is wrong. Thinking about how your perfume filled his car with a soft floral scent. Plus you were pretty, he'd thought that the other day too when he caught you in the studio so late. Your hair had been pinned back and your smock was covered in paint along with your hands. He had found himself stalling his mission that night before rushing home once he realized it.

"Um, I am happy it's over but it was also a ten year relationship that she threw away for one night," Taehyung said to you, "I'm happy it's over but it still upsets me. Sorry, maybe we shouldn't be talking about this?"

"Of course I'm so sorry Mr. Kim," you said turning away from him, "Um it's just up the street. The building with a gate."

He nodded driving forward. He was about to know where one of his student's lives. But why didn't he want to drop you off now? When he pulled up to the side of the building still a little hidden under the night sky he turned to you. Should he walk you up to make sure you get u wide safely or would that be taking it too far?

Maybe you were crazy or maybe your friends really got to your head because you did not want to leave. Obviously before you thought he was just your hot, married professor but now? After spending over an hour just talking to him and then him dropping you off home was messing with your head. Plus, you went through very similar experiences and he had to be at least a little into you to go out of his way to wait for you to take you home. Obviously it was wrong since he was your professor but in reality the age part didn't matter. Sure, you've always said you like guys your age but just look at Kim Taehyung.

So yeah, you were taking your sweet time unbuckling yourself and giving him his jacket back. He didn't say anything watching you sit up trying to get your things and for some reason he really did not want you to go. What he hadn't expected was the look in your eyes when you caught him staring again. This was wrong. He had to stop looking at you like that. He was nine years older than you and your college professor.

But then, you surprised him when you reached over the middle console. He didn't even have to think about what was going on when his hand was on your jaw pulling you closer until your lips met. He released a soft groan into your mouth letting his tongue lick along your lower lip until you gave him room to explore your mouth.

You were so eager, a hand on his thigh to keep yourself up as he tongue kissed you.  He should not be doing this, he knows he shouldn't but it's been so long since he's had anyone's hands on him but his own. He did not sleep around and he was acting out of character with you but in this moment he just needed to have you. The nagging feeling was still in the back of his head though.

You trailed wet kisses down his jaw, kissing along his neck arching your back into him. He couldn't stop the slide of his hand over the back of your skirt, groping a little at your butt as he reached over to touch you too. Even then he just had to speak, "This is wro—ng, you're my student."

You're not completely sure what came over you in the car but at the moment you did not care. Your hand slid closer to his inner thighs making his muscles tense. You were getting a little too close to his groin now as you kissed him shutting him up. He kissed back hungrily despite his words and then your hand was running over his middle. You sighed into his lips, "Nobody has to know, just tonight."

Taehyung didn't put up much of a fight after that. He let you unzip his jeans and button. His hand was at your throat pulling you into him while his other hand trailed down your back. Your short skirt was a little too tempting to reach out and touch. He licked his lips when you kissed down the middle of his collarbone where the top buttons of his shirt were undone. With the first grade of your hand palming at his growing erection he groped at your butt in the skirt. He nodded with a lick of his lips, "Just tonight."

He couldn't stop the deep moan that he released when your hand dipped into his briefs. He was sporting a semi but with the first touch of your hand on his hardening cock. You still hadn't even looked down to notice he was thick and long. He felt heavy in your hand as you palmed over him, too dry to feel good so you brought your hand up. You held it to his chin and with his eyes locked on yours he spit into it watching you do the same before bringing it back down to his member. He jumped at the first feel of the slick grip you had on him now creating a wet slide around him. He was panting, it'd been way too long since the last time someone else touched him.

Also, it helped that it was past midnight and how far was well tinted so you couldn't see anything from the outside. The car wasn't even on anymore. His hips met your hand's efforts to jerk him off, moaning into your mouth as he grabbed a handful of ass. After some time you pulled away from him making sure to pull on his lips as you backed off watching him try and chase after you. He watched through lust filled eyes as you shunned further toward your door backing your butt up so you could lean over the middle console until you were face to face with his slick cock. He bit his lip in anticipation, no longer thinking about how wrong this was the second your tongue licked up a fat stripe up the length of his member.

"Is this alright, sir?" You asked holding his cock in a loose fist while you left soft kisses on his mushroom tip. Your tongue poked at the vein on his underside, rounded innocent eyes staring at him that he knew were anything but innocent. He'd never been with anyone this young, he'd never even thought about this before he'd been married for five years and dating for another four or five. She'd been the last women he was ever with and his relationships prior to her hadn't meant anything. Yet, here he was enjoying the warm tight feel of your mouth on him that had him forgetting everything wrong with this.

He licked his lips, "Y-Yes, but call me Taehyung." He liked hearing you call him sir too damn much but considering all his students call him that he couldn't think about it right now.

"Alright Taehyung," you leaned up to peck his lips in a quick kiss that had him craving more. Then you flashed him a mischievous smile before coming back down to his member, "I'm gonna suck your dick now."

Taehyung shudders out another velvety groan as your lips finally wrapped around his whole tip. Hips rise off the leather seat to meet your mouth hoping to get himself deeper.  Wet warmth around his length and he's gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles whiten. You're far from gentle. The flick of your tongue over a thick vein before lapping at the slit on his head with every bob. The gentle suck of the tip. You've never found so much pleasure from sucking a man's cock before, but then came your hot Professor. Nine years older than you, too young to be divorced, and the man he taught you about art all week. None of that matters though when it comes to the deep growls and husky moans he releases as a hand plays with the end of your panties. A thing paid of things he had to pull out your underwear, fingers running over your covered slit.

Taehyung had decided the moment you reached into his jeans that he wanted to fuck his student. He wanted to let out all his pent up sexual frustration on his pretty little student who was just so eager to take his cock in their mouth. Who would've known he would've broken his head long dry spell for some college pussy. He brought his hand back from your underwear sticking his fingers into his mouth to lather them in spit.

He groaned when he hit the back of your throat relishing in the tightness of your mouth as he slid his hand to your head again, pulling the poor excuse for underwear to let his finger run down your slit toward your clit. You were so fucking wet, stupid wet actually and it only turned him on more.

His finger brushed roughly against your skin, a moan escaping your throat that sent vibrations around his dick. Taehyung toyed with your clit feeling more slick being produced by his touch. It was so fucking hot. The sec with his wife had gotten boring and repetitive over the years but this felt new and exciting. You were attractive to him from your looks to your art work and it was all hitting him at once.

"That's it sweetheart, take it all in your mouth," Taehyung panted stopping his motions, but pressing down against your clit. Your head began to bob harshly now, sucking him into your mouth while your hand stroked whatever didn't felt. He was feeling close but with how tight you felt, he needed to stretch you.

Taehyung hummed, rubbing circles around your cunt, his thumb gently massaging your clit. "Am I making you this wet baby? Should I punish you for it?"

You moaned and whined as Taehyung's fingers slammed into you, while rubbing your clit. You caught him by surprise when you bounced your hips forcing his finger in and out of your cunt at a speed you wanted and it made him groan deep in his chest.

He didn't stop fucking your throat as you fucked yourself on his finger giving him time to push another in too. He wished he could see this from an outside point of you. This thirty year old man getting his dick milked dry by a hot twenty one year old art student of his while he stuck his fingers into their tight pussy. He was so close, honestly surprised he'd been holding off this long. When his fingers began to feel your walls relax around him he knew you were ready for him now.

"Think you can ride my cock sweetheart?" He asked brushing your hair out of your face as you slobbered all over his member. You didn't need to be asked twice as you popped off him feelings his fingers toy with your folds but no longer fingering you. He pushed his seat back to give you more room before reclining his seat back. He guided you over his lap watching as you didn't waste a second in lining himself up with your wet pussy.

"I'm on the pill sir," you said calling him that name again that had his cock twitching. He nodded pulling you in for another kiss as his hands found your waist sinking you down his length. You moaned into each other's mouths. You slowly raised your hips and sunk back down on him, and he tightened his grip on your throat just slightly pulling you away from the kiss. Your face pressed against each others in breathy moans of want as he began to bounce you on his cock while bucking his hips.

It had been awhile for the both of you, though he knows you probably hadn't waited as long as him. He'd been dry since his divorce while you just broke up with tour boyfriend weeks ago. He had a feeling you were always eager like this for sex, and you clearly knew what you were doing with your mouth too and it was just so hot. He was kneading your ass as your head rested on the crook of his neck. He was so close but he was trying to hold off for you. He resort to talking, "This is wrong, y'know?"

Even then he said it with a buck of his hips loving the way your plump wet walls felt around him, "Only bad girls jump on their teacher's cocks."

"Mm," you whined teasingly as you sucked love bites into his collarbone, "You gonna punish me sir?"

"Oh fuck," he moaned when your walls clenched around him intentionally, "Call me Taehyung, love."

"Taehyung," you moaned into his mouth moving onto a quick grind of your heads into each other, "I'm gonna cu—"

"Do it, do it now, fuck Y/n," he held you tighter getting a little rougher now as he reached up for the handlebar on the roof of the car and used it for leverage as he forced his hips off the seat to push more into you. With the new force you weren't lasting long, your release hit you like a tsunami making you shake around him as he held your chest against his. He didn't stop thrusting though, trying to get himself as close to orgasm before he had to pull out of your tight walls as they twitched around him.

You let him raise you off his cock as you sat back down in your seat adjusting your underwear that had been pulled to the side this entire time. You reached across him with a hand jerking him off using your own release as lube and he was fucking into your hand forcing your mouth back on his. With a low grunt and a shake of his hands, he was cumming. Thick drops of creamy cum fell around your hand like a flood. You didn't think much about it as you pulled away from his lips to cover his cock in your mouth licking him clean as best as you could.

After some time you moved off him awkwardly pulling your hair out of your face as you cleared your throat. He tucked himself back in nervously as he adjusted his seat back up looking at his disheveled reflection. He couldn't even look at you, not because he didn't want to stare at your beauty but because it really was wrong. He was your college professor for fuck's same. It didn't matter his strong attraction toward you. What mattered is that he was in a place of authority and could easily lose his job and probably ruin your reputation. He couldn't do that to you but he really wanted you.

"I should probably head inside now," you said shyly as you grabbed your bag opening the door. Taehyung didn't say anything nodding his head watching you leave. He hated the fact that he looked at the length of your legs as you left. It wasn't right.

By Monday morning Taehyung wasn't sure what to think anymore. After the crazy night with you on Saturday it was all he could think about on Sunday. He met up with his friends for brunch and he couldn't help but rant. It didn't do him any favors that they knew something was wrong with him since the beginning. He ended up being honest and telling them that the bartender was his student and that they hooked up in his car.

At first they had been extremely confused by it all but Taehyung already felt guilty on his own as it was, he didn't need them making him feel worse. He expected them to slap him or tell him that he should never do it again. But they didn't say that. Instead they filled his head with possibilities that should never even be thought off.

"In reality you two are adults and didn't you say she's a third year? She'll graduate in a year so really there's nothing wrong with it," Jimin tried reasoning, "She wanted to do it right? Look, I'm just happy you got your dick wet. We both know it's been way too long, plus nobody is saying you have to keep seeing your student. It was just a one night hiccup."

He had to tell himself over and over again that it was just one night. He was thankful that when you walked into class you were in the middle of a discussion when another girl from the class. The two of you were talking so much you merely walked past his desk without a stolen glance. Good, it seemed like you had no intention on more. Great. Amazing. It was the right thing.

Today a male model would be brought in for you all to paint. He had a sheet draped over his intimates and once the assignment was started you put all your focus on it. You were supposed to use him to sketch a person and then use your own art style to tell a story. You tried not looking to your professor in case he felt awkward about Saturday. You kind of did.

Mostly because you could still feel his lips on yours and it made you nervous. You spent all of Sunday in your room trying not to freak out but you just felt so stupid. It felt unbelievably good for him but you knew it wasn't right.

"I swear to god these stupid fingers are pissing me off," your friend Yuna whined as she had to erase more charcoal. Neither one of you noticed the professor making his rounds to check on all the sketches down so far.

"Think about which perspective you're using and the proportion of his hands where he has them placed," Mr. Kim told her pointing to areas that seemed off. You could feel your heart race when he made his move to you next. He was hesitant at first to speak to you, just standing behind your stool watching your sketch and he only stepped closer when he had advice.

"Pay a little more attention to the line of his body, focus on proportions too and use more shadowing,” he said pointing at spots in your painting. It felt like he was too close but neither one of you were actually bothered by it. In the mix of slight regret there was also this strong wanting for a recreation of that night. Neither one of you would actually go for it though. Right? Not again?

He looked down to make sure you were listening, your eyes lcking for a moment before you both looked away nervously at the realization of your proximity. He didn't notice the way his tongue ran over his lips before biting down on his bottom one in remembrance. You're wearing the perfume from the other night.

Clearing his throat, Taehyung looked away from you standing straight again, "But other than that it looks like you have more done than others, thank you for focusing better today."

"Of course sir," you said absentmindedly looking back to your sketch too. It took him a second to move away. He'd never felt so damn embarrassed at the fact that he had to focus so hard on not getting turned on and breaking a sweat. This is exactly why he asked you to call him Taehyung only but of course you would slip up since you were used to referring to him with the honorific. But right now he could only think about what you'd said to him that faithful night.

"You gonna punish me sir?"

Looking down at you nobody would ever guess you'd say something like that but he knew you did. He heard you say it and he really liked it—

"Sir do you mind taking a look at mine?" A student asked snapping him out of his thoughts. He had to look around to find where he was still a couple feet behind. He didn't bother responding as he started working that way not noticing the way your eyes followed after him making you smudge a mark across your paper. With a small annoyed huff you worked on cleaning it up again.

After class you were one of the last to leave the room. You've been thinking about him nonstop but because of the positions you're in, you shouldn't. But in reality, you were two adults who happened to have sex. There was a sense of sexual attraction and honestly, hooking up with someone other than your ex definitely did something to you. Considering the fact that he definitely seemed affected by your presence in class, you found yourself staying another late evening at the studio making sure Taehyung saw you the next time he passed by the room.

He did see you again a couple hours later. He was locking up his classroom ready to leave at the end of the day finding you through the door's window. His steps faltered, head turning as he looked at his surroundings. Then, he was pushing the door open letting himself into the studio. The other side of the room was all glass windows since it face the courtyard but it was dark out there. In the room all the lights were off too minus a lamp by your table and a light above the sink.

You turned instantly with the sound of the door finding him standing by it. He ran his fingers through his hair that had been casually combed back. His other hand was stuffed in the pocket of his corduroy slacks with his tote bag hanging off his shoulder. He licked his lips nervously, "I just came to let you know that the custodian will be around."

"Thank you for the reminder sir," you said with your back to him to hide a playful smile, "Or is it Taehyung? I forgot."

His breath hitched as he stared at you from across the room. You turned to look at him, the lamp above your head creating a shadow in your facial feature but appearing like a spotlight only for you. It made him feel further into the shadow at the corner he stood. He really wanted you, but it just didn't feel like he should. He was your mentor. He was nine years older. You were a college student and he was your teacher. It definitely wasn't right. But he was just so attracted to you in this moment.

"Well it depends on what we're doing," he answered absentmindedly realizing a second too late his response was flirty. He had no reason to be in the studio at this moment but he made up an excuse to go in anyway just because he wanted to see you again.

When you finished cleaning up you were walking toward him. He looked down at you through a hazy gaze as you reached for the door handle pulling it open. Taehyung simply followed behind calmly as you spoke, "Did you have a good weekend?"

His pace slowed for a second trying to unravel your question and the subtle approach you took. He's quickly realizing you're a bit promiscuous. Your nonchalant hints of something more that only he could understand but everyone else thought nothing of it. You were a tease but you hid it so well. He thought for a moment about how to word his response, "My weekend was great, and yours?"

"Oh it was really fun," you answered as the two of you walked down the path through the courtyard, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."

"Mhm," Taehyung hummed in acknowledgment looking around again to see if anyone was around, "I can imagine what that's like. Hopefully you have more like it."

Your eyes met in a side glance as the split in the sidewalk separating the parking lot from your bus stop. He played with his keys like he did the night at the lounge bar, "Going to wait for a bus?"

"That's the plan unfortunately, unless someone were to come around and take me home," you said with a shrug looking away from him the further you walked down your split sidewalks. Teahyungs voice the further he got from you, "I'm sure someone would love to drive you home."

So you said your farewells and you sat at the bus stop nervously. Maybe you were a little too obvious with you felt and he was probably worried. He most likely regretted getting involved with you.

Of course that was the opposite. He knew he shouldn't but really it was because of the university. Aside from that there was nothing wrong with being attracted to someone younger. You were both adults. That's why he was rushing to his car pulling out of the driveway and going around the corner to the bus stop. He waited a few yards back from the bus stop flashing his emergency lights at you and in an instant you were up and walking to the car. He rolled the window down flashing you a smile as you opened the door.

He did end up giving you a lift but it wasn't to your apartment, it was to his.

        "I don't know if I'm going crazy, but I've got this feeling that you're seeing someone," Jungkook told you with narrowed eyes. He was currently walking you to your class before going home. He always had shorter days than you and Bora since he worked in the afternoon but he always hung out with you two.

"I'm not seeing anyone," you told him simply as the two of you walked along the sidewalk. Jungkook just hummed in acknowledgment as he carried your canvas for you.

"Yeah, sure you aren't," Jungkook responded, "You don't have to tell me if it's supposed to be a secret. Is it supposed to be a secret? Oh my god are you dating someone in a relationship?"

"Why would I become a homewrecker when I've been cheated on?" You asked him clearly displeased with his assumption. He shrugged staring down the hall to the studio, "I'm just curious why you're keeping it on the low. Is he like, not someone you should be with?"

"I'm pretty sure I told you I'm not seeing anyone," you responded back to him entering your classroom. Taehyung was standing at his desk watching everyone walk in when he noticed the same tatted guy helping you with your canvas.

"Jungkook! Hey man, what are you doing here?" One of the other students called out to him. It was Seungjin, he was in your department and you knew each other better through Jungkook. Occasionally you'd talk but not always. He came over to where you and Jungkook were to talk as you got all your things settled.

Taehyung found you standing in the middle of two guys smiling over whatever they said watching the one with tattoos pull you into his side. Technically, class hasn't started but he can't stand the sight. Just a couple days ago you were wrapped in your professor's bedsheets sleeping soundly next to him. Now you're here with two guys your own age who were making you smile and laugh.

He shouldn't be surprised you had a lot of male friends. You were clearly well known around campus and people always approached you during class. Even at your job he found all the guys behind the counter trying to impress you with whatever. Even Jimin and Yoongi commented on your looks so really, this was normal. You had a boyfriend before of six months who cheated on you—which Taehyung would never understand why—but you also told him about other past relationships. Taehyung felt like he was different than your usual type and though he could say the same about you, right now he's getting annoyed.

He smiled down at the papers on his desk but it was anything but genuine. It was a forced smile to remind himself it was alright. It's not like you two could be forward with what's happening, not until you at least graduate next spring. As his class began to fill he finally had the nerve to approach you. If he could just get any guy your age away from you that'd be great. He was 30, he couldn't compete with all the college guys who surrounded you, had the same energy as you, got the same references. Taehyung's a millennial for Christ's sake, you're a Gen Z.

He made his round toward you well calculated. He greeted other students along the way to seem natural before he zoned in on where you were. He got close enough just in time to hear his student, Seungjin, speak, "Let's go drinking tonight, bring Hoseok with too. He hasn't been around in a while."

"Alright so us three and Hoseok? Should I tell Bora too?" Jungkook asked.

"Gentlemen, I'm sure you can continue this conversation outside of the art room," Taehyung's voice was bitter. He didn't want you going out with three guys tonight. He wants to order pizza for the two of you while you go into detail about your art piece for the Spring exhibition at your place. It was definitely a college student's place. He only went in the morning he dropped you off home after spending the night with him. You invited him in for a drink and he was too curious to say no.

Compared to his neat, bachelor pad, yours was chaotic. His place was clean, dark, and modern. Yours was ecliptic, slightly unorganized with paints and brushes everywhere. Thick woven throw blankets and patterned pillows. Hanging plants that were halfway between dying and thriving. You had vinyls piled in a corner with books. You had colored LED lamps, it was basically like a hippie fest at your place. He liked it though, compared to his place yours was warm and welcoming. He liked that he could see little pieces of you everywhere he turned.

When he first moved into his own place it felt cold. He never lived on his own like that. From his childhood when he lived with his family to college when he lived with roommates and finally when he lived with his ex wife.

Jungkook looked up at your professor who seemed slightly out of focus staring at your canvas. Jungkook's never gotten an up close look at him but Bora was right, he was an attractive guy and you seemed slightly awkward now that he was here. He looked between you two, his best friend senses tingling when he watched the way Taehyung bit into his lower lip when you brushed your fingers through your hair. Seungjin was too busy apologizing to the man telling him they'll get right to work.

"Sorry Professor Kim, I'll get going now," Jungkook said warily as he went and shoved your head to the side playfully, "Am I picking you up after?"

Before you could respond Taehyung was cutting in, "Actually I've asked miss Y/n to stay behind, we've got some discussing to do about her piece for the Spring Art Exhibit."

Obviously he hadn't but you didn't even dare to deny his claims looking to Jungkook, "I'll text you, go, you're interrupting class time."

"Once again, I apologize sir, I'll be leaving now," Taehyung had to resist the urge to roll his eyes as he nodded. Jungkook bowed respectfully before turning around to leave, glancing back at you two to catch your Professor glaring at Seungjin who was pulling his things closer to you.

Jackpot, Jungkook thought when his eyes caught sight of a small purple bruise peaking out from under the collar of the professor's shirt. He was clearly seeing someone too and Jungkook's curious to know who.

Taehyung returned to the front of the room after continuing his round around his students and started his lecture on surrealism. Seungjin sat next to you now that he'd been talking to you and Jungkook and you didn't mind. You'd hung out with him a few times outside of class and he was fun to be around. Still though, you couldn't focus on what he would say when you were so focused on Taehyung.

Had he been jealous because of them? Or was he annoyed that you were delaying class time? After class would he keep you around to tell you, 'Just because we're having sex doesn't mean you can do whatever you want in my class' or was that just an excuse so Jungkook wouldn't be able to pick you up?

"Sir if it's alright with you, I'd like to discuss my work for the exhibit too," another student pointed out at the end of class. Taehyung huffed in annoyance as he looked up to find you waiting as well. You looked away, "I could always come after my last class? That way you two could discuss privately?"

He tried hiding his smile. Obviously he wanted you alone, not with another student there so he nodded in agreement watching you leave. He had to work on keeping things lowkey. You're way better at it than he is. To be fair he's been out of the game for ten years and he never had to keep a relationship a secret before.

"Perfect! I was just coming to find you, are you coming with Jungkook and I to find costumes for the party this weekend?" Bora asked once you'd left the classroom.

"What party?" You asked confused. She gasped dramatically, "The costume party! Halloween in Spring, as Hobi calls it. Jungkook's waiting by the gate."

"I've still got one more class and then I've gotta meet Professor Kim and talk about the Spring Exhibit," you told her.

Bora laughed, "Yeah you should have your discussion while riding his face."

"What?" You sounded on edge and it only made Bora laugh harder.

"I'm kidding obviously, but I'd gladly sit on his face," Bora said with a shrug, "Alrighty then, text me later and I can go shopping with you tomorrow if you don't have time today. Jungkook and I are just going to get an idea before we meet up with the others tonight for drinks."

"K, bye love you," you waved her goodbye as you went to your last class for the day. You couldn't focus on it though, not when you kept thinking about Taehyung. That's why the second it was over you were rushing over to his room.

Luckily there was no one around when you let yourself in and he barely gave you a glance before pointing to a box of painting palettes, "Mind helping carry those to the storage room?"

You nodded taking the box as he took another one before walking you to the back of the room. He opened the door to storage room and let you in first looking around through the windows to make sure nobody was watching. Then, he entered closing the two of you in as you set the boxes down. The second he turned to you, you were jumping in his arms. Taehyung's hands went to your waist holding you up as your lips met in a hungry kiss that had him groaning in want.

After some time kissing like that he set you back down but his arms didn't leave your waist keeping you close. He looked down at you, "What are you doing this weekend? Let's go out of town."

You made a pout that had his eyes rounding in curiosity and anticipation searching yours for answers. You looked down hugging around his middle section, "My friend's throwing this costume party on Saturday and everyone I know is going. If I don't go they're going to get suspicion."

"Well just tell them you'll be seeing someone but you're keeping it private," he said hopefully squeezing you in his hold a little more. You just fit so perfectly in his arms despite the taboo of it all.

"I've tried but they won't quit. Trust me, once Jungkook and Bora get suspicious that's a wrap. Jungkook is like a ducking detective when it comes to other people's business," you explained watching the way his jaw clenched as he looked away from you sadly. You rested your head on him, "What about next weekend? Are you free then?"

"I'm free, I can make reservations now," Taehyung said biting his lip, "Alright I'll go out first, make sure the coast is clear."

You nodded watching him turn to the door before stopping to look back at you, "Since I can't spend the weekend with you, maybe you can give me tonight? We can order in, watch a movie..." He seemed strangely nervous as he spoke.

Jungkook and Seungjin did make dinner plans tonight but you didn't care much about that. You'd rather get laid and spend the night with a guy who interests you. You don't want to jump into things so quickly because you could easily get hurt. It didn't change the fact that you felt safe and comfortable with him. Even when you just saw him as a mentor, yeah he could be strict but he was also very good at consolation. He'd constantly tell you how talented you were and that you shouldn't forget that even when you're feeling down.

Then obviously you're getting closer to him so it's not bad to want to spend time together. Were you dating? Not that you know of? Would you consider him to be the only man you're sleeping with? Yes. Could say that same about him to you? Probably? He didn't seem like the type to mess around with just anyone and you've been talking on the phone on nights you can't see each other.

"Then, should I wait for you down the street?" You asked once he signed that the coast was clear. You both left the room stalling as you got to the door.

"Of course, make sure you do your school work too."

"Yes sir, I'll work on it tonight," you said as the two of you stood outside now. He bit his lip to hide a smile, "Well have a good night."

"You two, thank you," you said your goodbyes as you walked in opposite directions. Then, like a constant cycle, he was picking you up in his car.

On Friday night you spent the night at Taehyung's place. It's crazy how quick the two of you have progressed but it didn't feel forced. It's like, when it was just you two you could forget about the fact he was your professor. Even when he'd quite literally tutor you for some of your required course it didn't feel like he was your teacher.

The main reason you spent the night is because you wouldn't be able to see him this weekend other than Saturday morning. Tonight you'll have Hobi's party and you had to work Sunday and Monday night. You had already dedicated next week as crunch time for your paintings so you really weren't going to be seeing him outside of class and the art studio.

So, he drove you about fifty minutes out of the city to some expensive rooftop restaurant for lunch. You wanted to spend as much of today as you could with him before Bora would be getting to your house to get ready for tonight. The restaurant was far enough and way too expensive for any of your class mates to be here so it was the perfect place for a nice lunch date. Taehyung clearly had money from his career and his parents so it wasn't a question that he'd want to treat you to something nice. He wore a YSL cream colored button up shirt and black slacks while you wore a little black dress.

The two of you walked in with linked arms letting the hostess lead you to a table while you talked. You look extra pretty today. You wore light make up that accentuated your features and your hair was styled in a way that really suited you. He couldn't keep his eyes off you, if he could he would've noticed the waking nightmare about to cross paths with him.

"Tae?" His blood ran cold as the two of you looked up, the hostess waiting at your table for the two of you. You stared at the woman and man in front of you. She looked you up and down and you did the same shamelessly. She had black hair up to her shoulders and bright red lipstick. She wore a white blouse and grey pencil skirt. An ugly pencil skirt in your opinion.

"Jihyun..." Taehyung cleared his throat and it didn't take you long to realize who this woman was. The man was quiet but he looked uncomfortable yet you felt his eyes travel down to your exposed legs. You knew this must be his ex wife and you expected Taehyung to take his arm away from your hold. It must be awkward for him to be seen with you. You were obviously sticking out from the more mature group in appearance.

"Oh, uh, it's nice to see you doing well," Jihyun said with a forced smile. You wondered if the man was the coworker she cheated on Taehyung with. His arm almost pulled you even closer to his side, "Yes, I am doing well. Oh, this is Y/n."

You gave them a tight smile leaning into Taehyung more. He smiled at that, "It looks like our table is ready so we'll get going now."

"Was that your ex?" You asked once the two of you were to the table. Taehyung nodded before flashing you a smile, "But let's not think about that. This is our first official date so let's make the most of it before we have to get going."

Without thinking you leaned across the table and placed a soft kiss on his cheek before going back to looking at the menu. Before the food arrived you excused yourself to the restroom. It was windy and you could not have your hair all over the place. While you were in there you reapplied a light layer of lipgloss as a stall opened.

You couldn't believe your luck when the cheating hag—you mean Jihyun—came out. It made you smile a little as you wiped up the corners of your lips. She gave you a look as she went to wash her stupid musty hands right next to you.

"Taehyung seems to be doing well lately," Jiyeon said washing her hands. It was the second time she'd said it like she expected him to be crying in his room, "I've known him for a very long time an—"

"I don't really care how long you've known him," you flashed her a perfectly fake smile, "And of course he's doing well. Why wouldn't he?"

Jihyun pursed her lips in annoyance, "I'm surprised when he didn't introduce you as someone he's seeing. He only said your name, it's very strange."

If Taehyung wasn't going to do anything that's alright but she's clearly judging your appearance and possibly your age and relationship with him too.

"I really like your skirt," you added with another fake smile, "Only some women can pull off that kind of look. Unfortunately it's not for me, it's too bland?"

She scoffed as she ran her hands under the sink water, "It's office attire, but you look a little too young to know anything about that."

"Oh to be young and beautiful, do you miss those days?" You said finally closing your little handbag. In fact she was only 30 but if she was going to act like this then you would too. You ran your fingers through your hair one last time and check the back of your dress in the mirror, "I'll go first since Tae is waiting for me."

You began to walk away, Jihyun stayed at the mirror for a second trying to process what is happening. You must've been more important than she thought because it looked like you clearly knew who she was. You were bitchy but that wasn't the main problem. The main problem was that you were... everything Jihyun wished she could be when she was younger. She doesn't know your age but Taehyung was surprised he could even attract someone like you. The Taehyung she knew would never be into someone like you.

He had always had a sort of timid, mysterious nature on the outside and Jihyun had been the same. That's why it was so easy for them two to get close so long ago. Jihyu had always felt insecure when it came to the confident appearance as girls like you but Taehyung always assured her he never cared for looks like that. Clearly that been nothing but a lie if he is with you.

She barely made it out the restroom's entrance when she stopped in her tracks.

She had a clear view of your table, right by the glass ledge of the rooftop. Taehyung's smile was bright as he laughed over something you said and when she looked closer his hand was in yours.

He had never been the type to be openly affectionate. It had been years since he last looked at her that way. Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her but Taehyung had never looked at her with that gleam in his eyes like he was giving you.

"Can I come over tonight?" You asked tracing swils with your finger on his hand, "After the party I mean or will that be too late?"

You're not sure if Taehyung seeing his ex actually affected him or if he was genuinely okay but whatever it was you wanted to make sure he was okay. He already told you he'd be playing tennis later with his friends but later tonight maybe he'd want to see you.

"Hm, it will be late but I can pick you up from the party if you don't care. I don't want you driving a cab so late especially if you'll be drinking," he said as he used his free hand to eat while the other held yours.

"Aw, sir aren't you just so sweet? Maybe we can reenact our first night together in my bunny costume tonight," you said it to tease him but you were also being serious. He was so attractive you swear you could just eat him up.

Taehyung nearly choked on his water but he couldn't help but smile, "it's barely noon and you're already thinking of that?"

He felt the tip of your foot against his leg, pulling on his pant leg teasingly. You gave him an innocent smile, "No, I just think about you and then I think about how much I want you."

He placed a kiss to your knuckles, "Always so eager."

"For you."

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[oracle-of-dream]

Your Admirer

Minors DNI

Summary: Recently, you've been receiving gifts left at the door of your apartment. From a secret admirer. You're too busy trying to guess who's gotten a small crush to notice how mad he is for you, and there's no telling how far he'll go to get to you.

Warnings: Stalking, Manipulation, Use of Aphrodisiacs, Unprotected Sex, Stomach Bulge, Breeding, Mention of Pregnancy, Daddy Kink, Size Kink

Wordcount: 4.4k

You woke up with the sunlight peeking from behind your curtain as the wind coming in from the window blew them open. Slowly, you managed to find the strength to roll out of bed and shut the window. You don’t remember opening the window, but it was weirdly hot while you slept so you figured that you must’ve gotten up in the middle of the night to open it. You swiped your phone off the charger and walked into your bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face off. After wiping your face, you checked the time. The clock said 9:30 am. It was another workday, so you needed to get moving before you were late. You only worked every other day, so you were able to spend most days at home. But Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays you had to come into the office to check in with your boss for the projects for the week to get finished on time. You put on your outfit for the day. Another perk of the job was the lack of strict work uniforms. You put on dark denim jeans, a sleeveless white shirt, with moon earrings, and a YXL chain to go around your waist. You couldn’t afford YXL products on your salary, but it was just another gift you’d gotten from someone who’s been leaving you gifts at work. 

    The gifts would get delivered a bunch of different ways, so you were never able to find out who was the one sending them. First, it was flowers delivered to the office, then your favorite snacks and the most recent was the YXL chain. Each gift came with a handwritten letter, which you kept. You thought it was sweet that someone was so interested in you to try and get your attention in some way, but you wanted to find out who it was. None of your coworkers were your type, but it had to be someone there who knew which floor you worked on, right?

    Your alarm to head out went off, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

    You rushed out the door of your apartment to catch the bus to take you further downtown. The bus was always a little early, so you managed to get the timing to arrive just when it did so you could get the perfect seat. You set your bag down in the seat next to you, waiting for your friend to get there. But he always was one of the last people to get on the bus, so you scrolled through TikTok while waiting for him.

“Hey Y/n, good morning!”

 You heard his voice, which made you look up from your phone. “Soobin! Good morning!” 

You met Soobin a little after you moved into this part of town a few months ago. He was nice to you, so the two of you got pretty close easily. Soobin was wearing a black and white flannel, a black undershirt, blue jeans, and black glasses. His hair was messy like he was rushing to get to the bus.

“Running to catch the bus again?” 

“Yeah, I woke up late again,” Soobin laughed. He sat down next to you, holding your bag for you as he messed with his hair. That’s when he clocked your new chain belt. “Whoa! I didn’t know you had money like YXL, why don’t you take a limo to work?”

You punched his arm playfully as he teased you. “I didn’t buy it! It was him again.”

Soobin rubbed his arm where you punched him. “So you don’t know who this guy is?”

You shook your head.

“Are you sure it’s someone from your job?”

“Well, of course. Only my coworkers know which floor of my job I work in. You need a keycard to get up to the 5th floor where our offices are. None of the other businesses use our floor, the only other people I could think of are like… janitors.”

Soobin chuckled. “Hey, maybe he IS a janitor! Don’t break his heart.”

“Well, if a janitor can afford YXL gifts for his crush. Then I think I at least owe him dinner.”

“Dinner?” Soobin’s eyes widened. “I didn’t think you’d be okay dating a janitor.”

“A rich janitor!? Why not? I don’t mind being a house-husband. I’ll cook and clean at home like the perfect spouse.”

Soobin laughed even harder. “I think you’d be pretty sure in a little maid costume, waiting for your husband to come home.”

The two of you cracked a few more jokes before the stop where you needed to get off arrived. The both of you stepped off the bus and parted ways. Soobin worked at a cafe a few blocks down from your office building, but he always insisted on walking with you before walking in the opposite direction to his job.

“Okay, Soobie, I’ll see you around lunch.” You waved as you walked into the building.

Soobin waved back, waiting until you were in the building before heading back the way he came.

Work was just a bunch of boring service meetings, going over goals for the next few weeks. But you couldn’t focus as you kept staring at the clock. It was always a little before your lunch break at 12:30 pm that someone would come by and drop off the gifts from your admirer. You nearly fell out of your chair when you saw the parcel delivery man walking into the 5th floor. 

You stopped him as he got to the door of your offices.

“Hi there! Anything for me today?” You asked politely.

The man looked through the boxes he had, “No, sorry. I don’t see anything.”

Your shoulders dropped at the thought that you didn’t get another gift. Maybe you’re admirer found someone else they’re interested in… But at least you could go on lunch break.

You thanked the delivery man and went back to your desk to collect your things before leaving. You looked in your desk drawer at the letters you’d received from him. You looked at each, comparing them. The color of the card was your favorite color and it smelled sweet like roses. On a whim, you took them with you as you left your office. You left the building and walked a few blocks to get to Soobin’s cafe. 

Soobin winked at you as you walked in. “Hi, Welcome in!”

You smiled at him as you found an empty table. You set your things down and looked at the cards again. The handwriting all looked the same, even like it was written with the same pen. 

Soobin came over to you with a plate a sandwich and a warm cup of tea. “The usual for ya.”

“You know me so well…” You put the card down and took a bite of your sandwich.

“Well. You get the same thing every time you come here.” Soobin stuck his tongue out at you.

You didn’t notice as you were reading the card again. “Of course, I do because you’re the one who recommended it to me. And it turned out so good!”

“What’s this?”

“One of the cards he left me. The one that came with the flowers.”

The cards were nearly written, clean, and smelled good. Sometimes at work, you catch yourself wanting to just smell the card again. You didn’t know the scent, but it was something that made your body warm and fuzzy.

Dear Y/n,

The sweet flower that I’ve watched from afar. I hope this comes to you as warmly as you did into my life. I fell for you the moment I saw you and when you speak, I can only hear a symphony of your voice. My thoughts about you are truly impure, but as a man of honor and respect, I hope that earn your affection in your heart, mind, and body with my gift. And expect more from me.

Your new admirer.

Soobin read it. “I didn’t know that you were into this kind of stuff.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know if I am, but I know that I don’t hate it. It’s really sweet! But I also want to be able to see the person and know about them, instead of them just knowing about me.”

“You want them to show themself?”

You nodded. “Of course! How am I supposed to know if I like them back?”

“What if it's someone you’re not expecting? You said it’s a coworker, so what if it’s someone you’re close with as friends?” Soobin’s voice was soft and deep, with his face spelling concern.

You pat him on the shoulder. “Why do you look so worried? I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’m open to meeting people, even if it's someone I know. Because it seems like we’ve spoken to each other at least once according to this. I just want to give him an honest chance. And…”

“And?”

You shift nervously in your seat. “I’m kinda interested in this whole, impure thoughts thing. It’s kinda hot…”

Your last sentence hung in the air between the two of you. It somehow felt like the whole room got a little quieter.

You struggled to find your words. “That was a little…” 

“Out of pocket? Yeah. But, it's cool, I’m glad you’re into this guy. He’s lucky. So tell me how it goes if you get the chance to meet him.”

You nodded. “Yeah totally! I’d call you asap.”

“I don’t have your number…”

You cocked your head to the side. “How did that happen?” You reached into your bag, but couldn’t find your phone. “I think I left my phone at work, let me borrow yours, and I’ll give you my number.”

“I can’t, it’s not one me.” Soobin pulled out a napkin and pen from his apron and scribbled his number neatly on the napkin. “Here’s my number, you can text me when you get back to the office.”

You took the napkin and carefully tucked it away in your bag.

You finished your food as Soobin went back to work, he occasionally would stop near you to chat for a bit before going back to his job. After finishing, you left a tip in the jar since Soobin never let you pay for your meals. Then you headed back to the office.

You finished the rest of your workday and while packing your bag to head home you remembered Soobin’s number. You put the napkin on your desk while you looked for your phone, which somehow ended up in the drawer where you kept the other cards. You put the cards on your desk and added Soobin’s number to your phone. Naming him Soobie on your phone, you shoot him a text to give him your number.

“Yo, Soobie, I got the number. I’ll be over to pick you up real soon.”

You packed everything else on your desk and tossed it in your bag to hurry out the door to get the Soobin’s cafe before the bus started to get there. 

You walked into the cafe to see a different barista working. He smiled at you as you walked up to his counter.

“What can I get for you?”

“Oh, I’m not here for food–I’m looking for Soobin.”

The barista nodded in understanding. “He said he had to be somewhere, so he left early today. A little after 1ish.”

You pulled out your phone to text him, “Hey, is everything alright? You’re not at work, so I’m just going to head home. Let me know if you need anything.”

You thanked the barista and walked about out the door, heading to the bus stop. It felt strange to go home alone again, like how it had been when you had first moved into town. Like you were alone but somehow someone was always looking at you. Even when you couldn’t see anyone looking, you could just feel the eyes watching you… But when Soobin started going with you, the feeling would be gone. His presence was nice to have around and protected you from whoever was out there…

You ride the bus back home, alone and in silence. The feeling makes your skin itch a little. You tried to distract yourself from the feeling by reading the letters again. Your head was foggy, your hands were damp, your body felt warm, and you realized your heart was racing. You somehow popped an awkward boner that you had to use your bag to hide. You got off at your stop, the bag still covering your bulge as you walked quickly to your apartment building. 

When you got to the door, there was a small bag at your doorstep. You looked around before picking it up. It smelled like roses and candy. It was a gift from him? But how did he know where you lived?

You looked around with a little bit of panic as you put in your door pin code and unlocked the door. You slipped inside quickly and locked the door behind you. You were home but didn't feel safe. Your mind was racing at the thought of someone following you home, the worst possible scenarios playing in your head. The sound of you getting a text broke your train of thought.

It was a text from Soobin! 

Soobie: Hey, sorry y/n! I had to take care of some stuff, did you get home alright?

y/n: Soobin!! This is crazy, and I’m freaking out! The admirer guy left a gift outside of my apartment!

Soobie: That’s crazy! Did you see anyone near your house?

y/n: No, I didn’t see anyone. But I think I’m gonna lose it. And my head isn’t right.

Soobie: Is there something I can do?

Soobie: Do you need someone?

y/n: I think I do… Can you come over?

Soobie: Yeah, of course. I’ll bring some medicine for your head too.”

y/n: Thanks Bin, I’ll send you address.

After a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. You looked at the peephole to make sure it was him before letting Soobin in the door. You hugged him as soon as the door was locked behind him.

“Jeez, y/n. I didn’t think you’d get spooked so easily.” Soobin hugged you gently.

“It’s just weird!”

“Did this gift come with a letter?” 

You nodded.

“You haven’t read it?”

You shook your head. “I’ve been too scared.”

Soobin patted your head. “That’s okay, let’s give you that medicine I brought.” Soobin gave you two blue pills and walked into the kitchen. He pulled a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water from your filter in the fridge.

You sat on the couch while he was in the kitchen, filling your glass of water. The letters were scattered on the coffee table in front of you with the unopened one waiting patiently for you. 

“Soobin.”

“Yea?”

“I think I wanna open it since you’re here now.”

“Let’s give you this medicine first…”

You waited for Soobin to come back with water and he brought a coaster with him for the water to sit on the coffee table. You swallowed the pills and a big gulp of water. 

“How much for pills?”

“Don’t worry about it, I was going to buy them anyway.”

You nodded. “O-Oh okay.” 

Soobin sat next to you on the couch, letting his body lean into yours. “You sure you wanna open it now? Or do you wanna wait?”

“I’m gonna do it now.” You snatched the bag off the table and looked inside the gift bag. It was a pack of King-size condoms!? And a letter. You tossed the condoms away and read the letter.

Dear y/n,

I know I’ve probably given you quite the scare with this gift, but I want you to know how much you mean to me and I wanted to know how you feel about me. I know I can never enter your home by forcing my way in, as I’d never forgive myself either. I knew that I’d only be okay being intimate with you, in your home, if you invited me over. I hope you understand me…

Your Admirer.

You could hear your heart in your ears. “Soobin…”

“Yeah?”

“You’ll be honest with me, yeah?”

“Always.”

“How did you know where I kept my coasters in my house?”

Soobin didn’t answer…

“Soobin!”

“I…” Soobin started but couldn’t find the right words. “Please understand me–” Soobin moved toward you, but you flinched away from him.

“Are you my admirer!?”

“I am,” Soobin said without blinking. His eyes were full and his expression was one you couldn’t understand. “Please try to get why I did all this. You said you’d give me a chance anyway, so please let me have this.”

“How long have you been following me?”

“Please don’t–”

“Answer me!”

Soobin sighed. “About two months. I’ve been in love with you since I first saw you but I couldn’t find a good way to tell you. But when you started taking the bus, we ended up talking and getting close. I tried to give you hints. I wanted things to be different…” Soobin leaned in to kiss you, his hand slipping to the back of your neck to keep you from running. 

As your lips met, you could smell Soobin. Roses and sweet candy, just like the cards. You pushed away from him, but his grip on your next was like metal with his other hand snaking around your waist. He finally let you go so he could breathe.

Your body was warm, and you were so hard it was impossible to hide it. 

“The medicine’s working now too. It’s faster than I thought…” Soobin muttered.

You felt like you’d been slapped. “Did you drug me?”

“Yeah, I did, baby. But it was just to get you in the mood, I’ll take care of everything else. I’ll take care of you, baby.” Soobin pulled you in for another kiss, catching your mouth open just a crack to force his tongue into your mouth. 

You tried to fight the feeling, but your brain was starting to numb out and you felt yourself giving into the kiss, pulling Soobin into you as you laid back on the couch. Your hand moved to his cheek, continuing the make-out session. You were in charge, exploring the dark-haired boy’s mouth as the kiss started getting wetter. You broke the kiss, the two of your foreheads rutting against each other. 

“This isn’t right, you tricked me.”

“Only cuz I love you. Please, just let go. Let me do the rest…” Soobin moved his hips, rutting into your crotch to show you he was as hard as you were. Soobin moved to your jaw, kissing down your neck as his hands started to slip your shirt off. 

You started sobbing as Soobin started to explore your torso.

“Shh baby, there’s no reason to cry. I know you love me, just as much as I love you. I can feel it right here,” Soobin said as he started to suck one of your nipples. You squirmed and shook at how good it felt. “See? You like this!”

“Soobin.” 

“Yes, love?”

“It’s my first time…”

Soobin stopped in his tracks. “Really? You’re a virgin?”

You nodded slowly, tears running down your face. “I do like you, but this isn’t how I wanted things. This isn’t right.”

Soobin moved back up to your face, cupping it with both his hands. “I’m so sorry baby. I wasn’t considerate, was I?” Soobin kissed the tears on your face, tasting their saltiness. “I’m sorry, baby. I really am, can you forgive me? Daddy’s really sorry.”

You cried more, your body shaking like a leaf in his hands.

“Daddy promises he’ll take care of you. Forever, and whatever you want, you can have. Just promise to be my baby. I promise I’ll never do something like this again…”

You covered your face, wiping your face. 

“No, no, let me see you. Please, baby. Let me look in your eyes to show you how much I mean it.”

Soobin lifts you up, sitting you on his lap and holding you close to him. His large hands take yours and he looks deep into your eyes. “I’m sorry Daddy used tricks to get you, baby. If you forgive me, I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll buy you anything. And I’ll make sure I take care of you, always. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

You didn’t know if it was the pills or Soobin’s look, but your heart melted at his eyes looking into yours. Your crying slowed to hiccuping and sobbing.

“There you are.” Soobin hugged you tighter. “I’ll do it right this time. Do you want to continue, baby?”

You couldn’t fight it. The way “baby” rolled off his lips did something to you. You gave in and nodded slowly. “Please, keep going…”

Soobin’s smile was bright and kind. He stripped off his shirt, and pulled you more onto his pelvis, letting you feel his cock under you. “You’re body is doing this to me. Do you feel it?” Soobin slowly shifted his hips up into you, making sure to poke you with his dick.

You nodded.

“Daddy’s gonna put that in you.”

You shivered at his words.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you…” Soobin laid you on your stomach and slid your pants off you. 

You heard a box opening and some clothes shuffling. You get impatient and turn over onto your back to see Soobin naked, you looked down to see his intimidating cock. The tip was swollen and red, begging to enter you while precum was leaking down the veins of it. Soobin was holding the box of condoms with one of them in his mouth.

“Am I making you wait too long, baby?” He looked down. “Don’t be scared, I’ll be easy with you.” Soobin brought out lube from his bag and coats his cock. “I’m guessing you’re not prepared, but I think I can handle that easily.” Soobin started coating two of his long fingers.

You took the bottle from him. “I can do it myself.” You sat up, but Soobin held you down.

“Nope. I’m taking care of you, so no extra work from you.” He smiled evilly before kissing you again. While distracted he slipped his fingers in together.

Your eyes rolled in your skull. “Holy–” 

“See? Isn’t it better when I do it?” Soobin swirled and stretched you with speed and ease, making you squirm under him while he held you down. But Soobin smiled more when you suddenly screamed in pleasure, telling him he found what he was looking for. “Say it.” 

You looked at him with confusion. “Say what.”

“Call me, Daddy, baby. I just wanna hear you say it.” Soobin hit the spot again.

“Oh, god. Please, again.”

“Again, what?” Soobin started thrusting his fingers but avoided hitting your spot again.

“Please Daddy, I–” As soon as the word left your lips, Soobin took his fingers out and put his tip at your hole.

“Oh, I’ll hit it again and again. So hold on.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and brace for him, trying to stay as loose as possible for him. And even with Soobin’s masterful prep, he was still stretching your walls. Soobin’s scent filled your lungs as he started to push into you, holding your body to his. The sweat made your bodies stick together. Your face streamed more tears and your eyes started to get hazy as Soobin kissed you through the pain.

“I know you can do it. Come one, for Daddy.” Soobin whispered in your ears as he kept pushing deeper. 

Soobin hit your spot and you came on the spot. “Please s-stop! Please! Don’t move anymore…”

Soobin froze, trying his best. His groans of restraint as his cock is almost in you completely. “You’re so tight–and somehow still squeezing more…” Soobin was looking into your eyes, waiting for you to let him move again. He could’ve cum from the sensation right there, but he wanted it all. He needed it. He tried to move a little deeper, but you hissed in complaint.

“Please! Don’t do anything, I need to… calm down.” You almost mewled as you were drooling from the sensations. 

Soobin was biting his lip, trying to keep himself in control, but seeing you like this was difficult. Surely you could take him, all the way? Even though it was your first time… He was sure he could make it fit.

You were taking deep breaths, slow ones. But suddenly flinched when Soobin flexed his dick. “Just… do it.”

“What was that?” Soobin, struggling to hold back, said playfully.

“You can fuck me, just do it…” You had your eyes shut, trying to focus again.

“You gotta say it right.”

You peeled one eye open to look at him. You could tell he was trying to hold it together too. So you pushed yourself deeper using the couch for leverage. You were slow… you needed him to do it. You couldn’t even make it an extra inch before you couldn’t go any further…

“Daddy… please fuck me…” You said in defeat.

Soobin’s brain snapped at “Daddy”, as he lifted one of your legs. “Try not to wake the neighbors,” Soobin said before pushing in the rest of his length. 

Your head flew back with your eyes wide open. You had used toys before, but nothing touched so deeply as Soobin did. You looked at your stomach and saw a slight bulge in your stomach. You watched as the bulge moved and pulsed as Soobin started slowly moving, fucking slow but deep. It was enough to make you scream like a lunatic. 

By the end of it, you knew you had come at least two more times before you heard Soobin whisper. “Oh, it’s cumming.”

You could feel Soobin’s hot cum shooting into you. Soobin broke the condom and was pouring cum directly into you. Pump after pump.

“Oh please, get pregnant for me. Be my housewife forever. Our little babies will be so cute.” Soobin moved as he fucked you through his orgasm.

If you could, you definitely would’ve been pregnant…

You don’t remember much after Soobin finished. You passed out from exhaustion shortly after. But you woke up the next morning in bed with new pajamas and Soobin sleeping next to you.

[eggo-da-axolotl]

chapter 1 of Opposites attract <3

Thursday morning a certain blue meme guardian woke up feeling.... Happy ? No that wasn't it and he brushed it off and started cleaning the castle because his friends and smg3 were coming over! He checked the calendar and it was the 23rd of May so he started to clean and what not and his phone started to beep and he opened the group chat with his friends!

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DA COOL GROUP

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Fish🐟: My cousin’s doing a back bend while watching little bus

Squid🦑: Good for you boopkins

Gamer girl🎮: What

Maryo🍝: GUS I CEE DAT PIZLE GIY

Ex-enemy🟣: Guys what is Mario talking about-

Everyone: idk-

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Smg4 chuckled a bit then put his phone down and continued cleaning and after a bit he heard a knock at the door. He opened it and saw.... Smg3....?

3: hey Smg4..?

4: hey 3 your um here early?

3: wdym I thought u said 3:30-

4: it's 2:30-

3: what. Oh crap my clocks one hour behind I'll just go-

4: no it's OK you can stay

3: really-

4: yea u can help me set up

3: sure!

4: your so tsundere smg3

3: s-shut up baka!

Smg3 and Smg4 were cleaning while a certain.. TV host.. Was in his studio...

Mr puzzles: UGH I GIVE UP ON THESE 5 STARS

He would throw papers against the wall in rage

Mr puzzles: I think it's time I get a job...

He would go on his computer and look for places hiring.... That won't be important

Right..?

Anyways let's go back to the ga- I means guys

3: crap I forgot my gift for the white elephant

4: go get it I'll finish cleaning and the others should be here soon

3 would leave and the others would starts arriving...

Boopkins: hiya smg4!

Meggy: Hey guys

Tari: hello!

Melony: hi!!!

Bob: WhAtS uP gAnG

Mario: HEY ES M GEE 4

Saiko: こんにちは(hello)

4: hello everyone! Meggy: um smg4 isnt someone missing

4: oh yea smg3 said he'd be here any minu-

Smg3 would arrive

3: h-hey guys

he'd be out of breath from running

Everyone would say hi

4: come on giys lets go to the gamimg room and we can start the white elephant!

They would all go to the gaming room and there would be 9 gifts in the middle of the circle

4: ok guys pick a number from the hat and thats the order your going in

They woukd all pick numbers from the hat and the order would be

1 mario

2 meggy

3 bob

4 boopkins

5 melony

6 smg4

7 saiko

8 tari

9 smg3

4: let's start!

Mario would open a gift and there would be spaghetti..?

Mario: OMG I GOT A RESERVATION AT SPAGHETTI PLACE!!!

Meggy: um mario its says an italian restaurant but ig they have spaghetti there-

meggy would go next and get a beanie

Meggy: aww this is so cuteee

After a while bob would get a manga book which he was mad about boopkims ofc took the book from bob then bob got another gift and got a gun, melony would got a pokemon plush and then it would be smg4s turn amd he would get a... Mysterious pink potion..?

4: what is this-

Boopkins: i took some potion making classes!

4: what does it do..?

Boopkins: idk

4: Uh- anyways lets continue anyways Saiko its your turn!

Saiko: ああ、かわいい桜のピン(aww cute cherry blossom pin)

Tari would get a duck and smg3 would take the last one and would get a hoodie.

After a few hours everyone except Smg3 had left...

3: i bet u 20 bucks u wont drink the potion

4: wanna bet

3: bet.

Smg4 would grab the potion and start chugging it and would be empty in a few seconds.

Unknown to smg3.... smg4s eyes would have a hue of........ Pink?

3: dang i didn't think you would actually do it-

Smg3 would be getting his money out when smg4 would stop him.....

[serene-sun]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊

Kinktobet days Orange- 7/9 (Vouyer/exhibition/risk)

Pairing: ghouls x ghoulettes

Warnings: perv ghouls, not proof read bc I'm on a 30 hour bus ride to Seattle

Summary: the ghouls find a little hole in the wall…

After the show, the ghouls are sweaty and ready to take off their clothes into something more comfortable.

The boys sulk into their dressing room, beside the girl's room as they prance in there.

“Look…” Swiss said, bending down a little to the wall as he held his balled-up shirt.

“Shit, I thought they filled it?” mountain said, eagerly coming to Swiss’s side and putting an eye to the wall.

“Guess not…” Swiss noted, repositioning himself to look through the hole after mountain.

“What are you guys talking about?” Phantom questioned, drawing the strings to his sweatpants.

“They’re being perverts.” Rain commented, stepping behind Phantom to his bag. He took a pair of clothes out and quickly changed his pants.

“Wait are you sure it’s the right one, Swiss? Remember, the other one they could see us back!” Sodo said, falling to his knees to see the hole too.

“A-are you guys looking at the ghoulettes through a hole??” Phantom asked out of his mind as he pulled his shirt over his head. “Is that not a little…rude?”

“Oh come on.” Swiss threw his head back at the ghoul, “So you don’t want to see Cirrus naked? I know you jerk off to that calendar a fan made of her.”

Phantom's face grew red In embarrassment, “ok Fine I mean what could you possibly see-“Phantom pushed them out of the hole and looked through it, “…they’re so pink…and..and perky…” his jaw dropped and his voice got higher.

“You all are so inappropriate.” Copia said, walking into the room, “When will my ghouls grow up?” He fake fretted, setting his mug down and stretching his back.

“Never.” Rain sighed, giving Papa a pat on the back, “Eh it’s alright, they’re just aware of the hole as you are…” Copia paused, “I think.” he grabbed his clothes bag and left the room with a small smile.

“See, even Copia thinks you’re all children.” Rain groaned as he plopped down in a chair. He opened up a bag of chips and began eating them.

“Oh but look, it’s cumulus in just a bra.” Swiss teased the water ghoul with a smirk.

Rain paused, a chip snapping between his fingers. “OK?” He got another chip.

“Oh my! It’s red and laced all over! Oh gosh, rain, so are her panties.” Swiss made a surprised voice and covered his mouth.

Rain got from his seat and pushed them out of the way, “you don’t say.” He mumbled as he looked through the hole.

Swiss hummed until a little spec of light got his attention, “shit…there’s another one?” He said while standing up.

“Really?” Mountain said, investigating where Swiss’s eyes lead, “hell yeah.”

“Shit.” Phantom bit his lip.

The girls were talking while changing, the vanity light making a warm glow on their pale skin.

Cirrus was sitting down on the couch in her underwear, the light green ones she always saved for ‘lucky’ shows. She lay her head on the armrest and kicked her feet up on the other end of the couch, her knees crossed on the other arm. She pushed her sweaty ebony brown hair back and sighed.

“That was a great show but I'm...burnt out..” Cirrus sighed as she put her arms behind her head.

“Yeah, I think the boys just have better energy when we go to this stadium,” Cumulus replied, unclipping the clasp of her bra behind her.

“Ah..” Phantom accidentally moaned, watching the way Cirrus lay there with her breast out, and her panties lazy around her thighs.

Swiss unzipped his pants, the room was so quiet the ghouls had to ‘snap out of it’.

Mountain did the same, pulling his heavy cock out and wrapping his sore hand around it.

Sodo watched the two, he eyed Phantom and the way his bulge pressed against his pants.

“Shit.” rain said, watching the way Cumulus’s breasts burst out of her tight red bra.

Swiss jerked his length, spitting in his hand and squeezing himself from his base, dragging his hand up to his tip and twisting it.

“Look at them…so clueless,” Swiss noted to the group, tugging at his length.

Sodo reached his hand down Phantom's pants, giving him a mischievous smirk as he palmed his erection.

“W-want her so bad…” Phantom groaned while watching the way Cirrus moved off the couch and off to take Aurora's clothes off.

“Yeah? Want to shove them into a wall and fuck them?” Sodo teased as he started to hump his thighs while palming Phantom.

Phantom let out a small trill as he watched the small ghoullette clothes be put away and her nude body shines in the dressing room.

Swiss whined as Cumulus put a shirt on, he watched her with prying eyes until she was clothed again.

Mountain hummed, feeling his tip twitch at the sensation of his hand before letting his load spill across the stone wall.

“Shit….they need to keep this hole..” Swiss grunted.

“It's not our fault it's here…” Phantom moaned.

[divorciada]

Woke up at 6 to go to one class only and the class lasted 30 mins. Went to the bus stop because I had to go get my license and waited 40 mins for this specific bus (it passed three times but none picked me up because rhey were out of order. At 9 am). Had to take another one that left me 20 minutes away walking in the scorching heat from my desired location. Got there and the license lady was really mean and like 4 people cut in line but I was so hot and exhausted I just took that L. Finally got my license (1 year only because I didn't have enough money to pay for my intended 3 years) and I look like a smiling and sweaty slimy faceapp of Selene Delgado. It's 12:21 pm and my day might as well be over I've had enough

[immediatelywriting]

Turn Around, When Possible Reading Guide

A few months ago, I finished posting “Turn Around, When Possible” the first part of my Haikyuu fanfiction series called “There’s No Navigation That Tells You How To Survive A Car Crash”  on AO3. 

Back when I posted it, I left a reading guide in the comments on that final chapter, but I’m going to transfer it to Tumblr, because I think that’ll be more organized. 

So from now on, you’ll be able to find the storylines of each single character, in case you’re interested in reading only their storyline. 

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For the people who haven’t stumbled past this post because of the link in my AO3 end-note. Hi! I welcome you to read the summary of “Turn Around, When Possible”: 

It starts out like a fun idea: the Karasuno Volleyball Club traveling South to meet their rival teams for a training camp in Tokyo. Having full faith in their bus driver, Takeda, the team dozes off during the long drive. They’ve been driving through the woods for hours now, after all, and it’s already gotten dark.

Little do they know that this drive was never meant to be this long, and that Takeda is horrendously lost.

It gets worse from there – when, disoriented by the darkness and tiredness, Takeda makes a mistake while driving. A mistake that results in the bus rolling down a slope.

Just like that, Team Karasuno is hurt and stranded in the middle of nowhere, struggling to survive. All they can do, except take care of their wounds and one another, is wait, and wait, and wait for someone to find them.

They wish they’d turned around when they still had the chance.

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Are you interested in reading the entire first fic (not following just one character) click here. I do really recommend you first read it completely before choosing a specific character’s storyline, because otherwise things will get really confusing.

Or if you want to read part 2 of this series, click here. 

Or if you are a fast reader and want to read part three, click here.

Click “read more” to see all characters’ storylines listed in order below.

Hinata’s storyline

These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline

Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 4

chapter 7

chapter 14

chapter 15

chapter 16

chapter 22

chapter 23

chapter 24

chapter 31

chapter 33

Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 4

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 11

chapter 18

chapter 21

chapter 22

chapter 26

chapter 27

chapter 28

chapter 34

chapter 35

chapter 40

chapter 41

chapter 44

chapter 49

chapter 56

chapter 58

Part 3. Destination Reached chapter 6

chapter 7

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Kageyama’s storyline

These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline

Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 14

chapter 16

chapter 22

chapter 23

chapter 24

chapter 31

Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 2

chapter 10

chapter 11

chapter 18

chapter 22

chapter 40

chapter 41

chapter 47

chapter 48

chapter 49

chapter 52

chapter 56

chapter 58

Part 3. Destination Reached chapter 4

chapter 6

chapter 7

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Daichi’s storyline

These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline

Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 4

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 11

chapter 12

chapter 30

Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 2

chapter 9

chapter 12

chapter 23

chapter 24

chapter 25

chapter 35

chapter 39

chapter 42

chapter 45

chapter 46

chapter 50

chapter 54

chapter 55

chapter 56

chapter 58 Part 3. Destination Reached chapter 5

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Sugawara’s storyline

These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline

Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 11

chapter 12

chapter 19

chapter 29

chapter 30

chapter 33

Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 1

chapter 12

chapter 23

chapter 25

chapter 28

chapter 35

chapter 39

chapter 50

chapter 51

chapter 54

chapter 55

chapter 56

chapter 58

Part 3. Destination Reached chapter 5

chapter 7

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Nishinoya’s storyline

These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline

Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 4

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 26

chapter 27

chapter 33

Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 15

chapter 16

chapter 20

chapter 28

chapter 30

chapter 36

chapter 37

chapter 53

chapter 56

chapter 58

Part 3. Destination Reached chapter 4

chapter 7

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Asahi’s storyline

These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline

Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 9

chapter 26

chapter 27

chapter 29

chapter 33

Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 1

chapter 15

chapter 16

chapter 17

chapter 20

chapter 29

chapter 30

chapter 34

chapter 35

chapter 37

chapter 53

chapter 56

chapter 58

Part 3. Destination Reached chapter 4

chapter 7

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Tanaka’s storyline

These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline

Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 4

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 19

chapter 20

chapter 21

chapter 29

chapter 33

Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 1

chapter 17

chapter 28

chapter 34

chapter 35

chapter 44

chapter 56

chapter 58

Part 3. Destination Reached chapter 2

chapter 7

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Kiyoko’s storyline

These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline

Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 4

chapter 15

chapter 16

chapter 21

chapter 33

Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 2

chapter 13

chapter 17

chapter 28

chapter 33

chapter 34

chapter 35

chapter 56

chapter 58

Part 3. Destination Reached chapter 2

chapter 7

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Yachi’s storyline

These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline

Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 4

chapter 15

chapter 16

chapter 24

chapter 33

Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 2

chapter 6

chapter 13

chapter 17

chapter 28

chapter 44

chapter 56

chapter 58

Part 3. Destination Reached chapter 7

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Tsukishima’s storyline

These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline

Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 6

chapter 17

chapter 18

chapter 19

chapter 33

Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 4

chapter 14

chapter 38

chapter 43

chapter 56

chapter 58

Part 3. Destination Reached chapter 3

chapter 7

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Yamaguchi’s storyline

These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline

Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 6

chapter 17

chapter 18

chapter 19

chapter 29

chapter 33

Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 14

chapter 17

chapter 28

chapter 33

chapter 34

chapter 35

chapter 38

chapter 43

chapter 44

chapter 56

chapter 58

Part 3. Destination Reached chapter 3

chapter 7

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Takeda’s storyline

These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline

Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 4

chapter 10

chapter 12

chapter 18

chapter 19

chapter 29

chapter 33

Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 1

chapter 6

chapter 12

chapter 31

chapter 32

chapter 44

chapter 56

chapter 57

chapter 58

Part 3. Destination Reached chapter 1

chapter 7

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Uaki’s storyline

These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline

Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 10

chapter 18

chapter 19

chapter 29

chapter 33

Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 19

chapter 32

chapter 56

chapter 57

chapter 58

Part 3. Destination Reached chapter 7

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The other teams’ storyline

These are the links that’ll send you to the chapters that belong this character’s storyline

Part 1. Turn Around, When Possible chapter 5 

chapter 13 

chapter 25

chapter 28

chapter 32

chapter 33

Part 2. Turned Around (Recalculating Route) chapter 8

chapter 52

chapter 58

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The fic has been completely uploaded, so this is the complete guide. In the case that this fic gets any spin-offs I’ll make sure to link them down below :)

[luke-r-gillespie]

May 21 - Kyoto / Kimonos (Freeday)

Freewriting

Today was a free day and you know what that means, I woke up at 9:30! Which was unfortunately a little too late to grab my breakfast bento (I was devastated) but I was happy to catch up on some much needed sleep. After recovering from the previous night, I left Stay SAKURA with Zachary and Griffin for a late brunch (it was 11:30, so lunch is probably the more apt term.) We tried to eat a ramen place near the hotel but after being told it would be a thirty minute or so wait, we returned to the manga cafe from yesterday where I had another B.E.L.T (it was just as delicious today as it was yesterday.) I also noticed today that Pendleton Ward, the writer of one of my favorite shows had signed the cafe’s wall (which I thought was pretty cool!)

Our kimono reservation wasn't until 3 so we had a few hours to kill in Kyoto. We decided to walk to the Kamo River, an iconic location in Kyoto. The river was beautiful and we walked along it for thirty minutes or so before heading back to Stay SAKURA. In that time, we saw a few little waterfalls and even crossed the river using some jumping rocks (it was really cool.) This is definitely a spot that I will return to before my time in Kyoto is up. Perhaps I'll even wake up early one morning to go for a run along the river (we'll see though, my track record indicates that the likely hood of me waking up early enough for that is pretty low.)

After arriving at the station and catching our train for three stops, we were in the part of Kyoto where our kimono reservation was. It took about an hour for the four of us to pick out all of the necessary elements that make up the kimono and to get dressed. After fitting up, we walked around a nearby shrine, through a little shopping district, and up a waterway (stopping occasionally to take pictures, of which I took by far the least.)

After an hour and half of walking around, we returned the traditional Japanese garb and went to grab some traditional Japanese grub. We ended up at a little hole in the wall Yakitori place and the chicken I had was pretty great! After dinner, we stopped to get some cookies before riding the bus back to Stay SAKURA where I am now writing today's blog post. Might go to a laundromat in a little but other than that I plan on staying in and resting for the duration of the evening.

[nightmaresaskblog]

Chapter Three:

Things going Wrong

This one is a bit longer than the others, so keep that in mind.

Fanfic under cut!

Tw/Cw: missing dog, description of disturbing imagery

It was a new day with a new dawn. The afton children all stumbled into the kitchen for breakfast, processing being alive.

William was there cooking pancakes and just a cheery as ever. (Well, as cheery you could be when you've just woken up 10 minutes ago and haven't had your morning coffee yet.)

"Good morning, kiddos!"

"What's all this?" Micheal yawned.

"Well it's your first day of school. Thought I'd make something to fit the occasion!" William sat a plate of pancakes at Micheal's spot.

"I can also finally unpack all the other house decorations while you're at school. Getting two things done at once, eh?"

The kids all groaned in frustration. School was not fun at all. Work, teachers, bullies. All schools had them, so what else could they expect?

Even though Micheal and Elizabeth were talking to try and wake themselves up, William seemed to notice something was off about Evan.

"Evan, are you alright?"

Evan jumped in his chair, frightened and on edge. Upon closer inspection, William noticed the dark rings under his son's eyes.

"I-I'm fine. Just tired."

Micheal scoffed. "No kidding. You look like you gotten zero sleep! What's wrong with you?"

"Micheal, that's enough. You don't say things like that to your brother." William pointed his fork at Micheal, then turned to Evan.

"Had something bothered you last night?"

Evan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I was thinking about.. About.. About mom."

The room went silent. The afton family stared off in different directions, deciding that the floor was more interesting than the conversation.

William sighed. "I know times are tough now, but.. Things will be better. All we need to do is work together as a family to get through the day, alright?"

The kids nodded in unison.

"Good. Now-" He stood up, putting his plate in the sink. "I believe you should finish eating and get ready. You need to be at the school in 30 minutes.

As the kids finished their meals, William's mind was set on finishing one of his projects.

A toy for the lonely ones. A game where you could play red light green light. The classic children's game.

The Plushtrap Chaser!

Walks in the dark! Freezes in the light!

He had to make sure it even worked, though. All his other projects had failed. But with Uncle Henry helping, he was finally able to get his idea rolling.

"Are you sure you have everything?"

"Yes dad."

"Just want to make sure."

The bus rolled up to a good lengthy distance from the house, as if it was scared of it.

Nevertheless, the kids sprinted over to board the bus.

William waved at his kids. Hopefully, they would be well behaved at school. For now, he has other plans.

He grabbed the animatronic from his office and set it down on the chair in the hallway. It was dark enough for the room to be illuminated by his flashlight.

He made sure it was on and had working batteries, then walked over to the other side of the hallway and sat down.

Taking a deep breath, he turned off the light.

He listened for sounds of animatronic movement, footsteps, anything.

He started counting in his head.

1...2.....3......4.....5.....

He sat still, listening to any signs of movement.

6....7.....8......9....10....11-

There was a thump.

William stayed silent, hoping for more sounds. But it was silent. He turned on the light, expecting it to have move closer, and let out a gasp.

The doll had fallen to the left side of the hallway as if it was tossed over.

William sighed in frustration. The thing moved a bit, sure, but it just glitched out and fell. It was supposed to walk towards it's programmed spot! Why the hell was it not working?

"Well, if at first you don't succeed, try again. And if that fails, throw it out and make another one." William muttered to himself.

He picked up the toy and shoved it back into his office. He would probably ask Henry to fix it.

William's attention turned to the loud barking of his dog.

"Sparky? What's wrong, boy?"

The sounds came from the hallway near Evan's room. Sparky was standing at the grandfather clock, growling and barking up a frenzy.

William's eyes followed the trail, and what exactly Sparky was barking at.

It was a plush bear perched on top of the grandfather clock passed down through generations. It's eyes stared at William, filled with more life than his deceased wife.

How did the plush get there? Did Micheal put it up there as a prank for Evan? He had to have some sort of stepping stool to reach the top? And when could have he done that?

William took the plush off of the grandfather clock and examined it in his hands.

"Well, it's still a plush." William muttered. He ventured over to Evan's room and tossed it on his bed. It had to be Evan's.

William turned to his office, picked up his phone, and dialed a familiar number.

It rang twice, then someone answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Henry."

"Ah, William! It's been a while! Have your family settled in, yet?"

William shook his head, then realizing how silly he looked since Henry couldn't see his face.

"Yeah, a bit. The kids has picked out their rooms and got their stuff unpacked. I'm currently working on other projects."

"Let me guess. The Plushtrap chaser?"

William sighed and sat down in his chair. "Yeah. Tried testing it out today while the kids were at school."

"And?" Henry pressured.

"It just fell off the chair. I don't know what I'm doing wrong!" William slammed his hand on the desk, then winced due to the pain.

"Maybe I could come over and see what's wrong with it? I can try and fix it." Henry offered.

"Yeah. I could use some help with it. Just wished I would finally create something that works for once."

"Don't worry. We'll get this working." Henry reassured him.

Sparky began barking again.

"Hang on, I gotta go for a bit. Sparky needs taken out."

"Alright. Want me to come over and help with anything?"

William stood up. "Yeah that'll be great."

"Great! I'll be there in a half an hour!"

The line disconnected, and William hung up. He grabbed Sparky's leash from the wall and made his way towards the noise.

"Come on Sparky. Where are you?"

William turned a corner and gasped. The back door was open a crack. Sparky had run out.

"Oh fucking hell." He took off into the yard and towards the woods, slamming the door behind him. "SPARKY!"

William kept a steady pace, trying to find his dog.

He shouted his name a dozen times until his throat was hoarse.

William heard rumbling in the distance, then felt raindrops pour on his head.

Oh great. Rain. Just what I needed.

He couldn't search for Sparky in the rain, at least, not dressed like this. It was already started to get cold on the chilly September morning.

William started walking to the direction of the house. He called out Sparky's name in a vain attempt for him to appear again.

No response.

How far did that dog go? Why would he run off like that?!

Elizabeth is gonna KILL me if she finds out Sparky's gone missing.

William made it to the house and walked inside. He dried off and took Sparky's food bowl and filled it up with treats.

He took it to the back porch and left it out. If Sparky gets hungry, he can come back, William thought.

The doorbell rang, signaling Henry's arrival. William opened the door, and there he was, toolbox in hand.

"I figured I'd bring this. Is everything okay?"

William buried his face in his hands. "No. Our dog went missing. He ran out back and into the woods and I can't find him!"

Henry gasped in shock.

The two got properly dressed in coats and wandered into the woods again, searching for their lost dog.

"Sparky!"

"Come on, boy, we gotta go home!"

"Sparky! Where are you?!"

The duo had ventured further and further, leaves crackling under the footsteps of the brothers.

The forest stretched on for what seemed like miles, with the branches ready to snag the brothers and trap them there forever.

There was no sound of Sparky anywhere. No barks, no yowls, nothing. The only sounds were the mens' voices calling out for an answer, and the rain pattering on the life in the place.

Henry broke the ambiance.

"We could print out some missing posters. I'm sure that the local town would like to help."

William mumbled out a "Okay," but it was mangled and muffled it sounded like "Oksmsmma"

"What was that?"

" I SAID OKAY!!" William shouted, the stress and temper getting to him. The sound of his voice echoed through the woods, then fell silent.

Upon noticing the frightened expression, William took a deep breath.

"I shouldn't have yelled. I'm sorry."

"I know."

"It's just- we can't find that damned dog."

"I know."

"Just add it to the list of shit I've got to deal with! What's next for me, huh?" William threw up his arms in frustration. The fear and panic was getting to him.

Henry put a hand on his shoulder. "We'll ask the town if they've seen him, or put up missing posters for him. We'll find Sparky."

William nodded, too tired to respond right away.

"Did you do anything that could be the cause of Sparky running away?"

William fumbled with his words. "The back door was open. I believe I left it open a bit by accident."

"Well, don't worry. He couldn't have gotten far, and he'll return when he gets hungry." Henry patted his brother-in-law's shoulder.

"Now let's head home. We'll both catch a cold if we stay out for this long."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it." Henry stated as he examined the Plushtrap.

Hours later, the two were dried off, and might as well make the most of Henry's arrival.

"Well, it wouldn't work when I tested it out!" William exclaimed.

"Hey, calm down. I just got to reset the programming. It should work now."

Henry and William went to the hallway and attempted the game again.

They set the doll on the chair and then sat at the other end. Henry coded it so that it would be connected to the X.

"It's not gonna work, Henry. I already tried it."

"I just wanna test it for myself."

The two sat in silence for a while, waiting to the hear the Plushtrap make noise.

Henry turned on the light.

The Plushtrap head was cocked to the side and its body was leaned forward, as if preparing to exit the chair.

"You made him freeze up! Turn the light off!"

The hallway went dim, and they sat in silence again.

There was a pitter patter of footsteps. Henry turned on the light, and the toy went into hiding in one of the rooms.

"Holy shit." William gasped.

Henry turned off the light and waited.

The footsteps were running faster now.

Henry turned on the light, and the Plushtrap froze at the X. Upon reaching it's designation, it powered down.

The two men cheered.

"Fucking finally!" William gave his partner a high five.

Henry picked up the toy. "I told you it was gonna work."

"Well, I didn't believe it would work at first."

Henry frowned. Upon seeing that expression, William forced out a laugh. "I mean, I thought my work was so bad that it couldn't be salvaged! I'm impressed you managed to get it working."

Henry let out a chuckle. "You're the one who comes up with the ideas. I'm the one who brings them to life."

The duo laughed. Henry started packing up his things.

"I have to leave. Gotta go pick up the twins and all."

William waved good bye to his friend. "Take care, and drive safe, alright? Hate to see you get hurt due to the rain."

Henry drove off away from the house, and William was alone again.

Without Sparky around, the house was silent again. The funniest feeling, huh? When you're alone and no one else is around, you'd become more aware of your surroundings.

He noticed the ticking of the grandfather clock echoing through the house, the hum of the air conditioner.

He tried turning on the radio, but all that came was static. He slammed his hand on the radio, trying to get it to work. He shut it off in rage.

"It's a new house. Might as well explore it," William muttered.

The inside of the house was unique. It seemed that whoever built it had too many ideas at once, and shoved all of them into the structure.

The hall where the duo did the Plushtrap experiment had 4 doors, 2 on each side. One a closet, another a bathroom, another leading to the basement, and the 4th was just brick. It seemed like they forgot about building the 4th room and just didn't bother to fix it. Whatever was meant to lie beyond that door was gone.

The window was square and was built high up. It would take a grown adult with a ladder to reach that height. In fact, in many places around the house, there were places that had objects placed in random places that it would upset and anger people who were picky about how their things were placed.

The hallway, or rather, hallways, leading to Evan's room were odd as well. The ceilings were very high up, higher than 15 feet tall. It seemed like they wanted to add a second floor, but decided against it the last minute.

William heard the rumble of the bus approaching the driveway, and heard the sounds of his children.

"God dammit," William muttered. He checked the back door to see if Sparky was there.

He wasn't. There was no sign of the dog anywhere.

The front door opened, and the Afton family made their entrance.

"Daddy! We're home!" Elizabeth shouted.

"Liz, stop pulling on my backpack!" Micheal shouted.

"Well it's not my fault you have your backpack open all the time!"

"The zipper broke, okay?!"

William approached his children, a forced smile on his face.

He hugged his children in a group hug.

"Uh, Dad? Are you okay? You're acting weird," Micheal was the first to talk.

"Kids, there's.. Something bad happened. Sparky, he... He went missing."

Elizabeth's mouth dropped, her shoulders sank.

Immediately all of the kids started asking a million questions.

"How did he go missing?!'

"Can we find him again?!"

William raised his hands in an attempt to silence his children. "He ran off out back and I couldn't catch up to him. I put food out back for him, and Uncle Henry offered to make missing posters for Sparky. We'll find him."

That wasn't enough. The kids were in tears, horrified that a family member went missing so quick. First their mom, and now Sparky.

William hugged his children, visibly upset. He didn't know what else to say.

....

The kids didn't eat much supper that night. They spent the afternoon trying to help find Sparky. Even with Charlie and Sammy helping, it wasn't enough.

The family plastered the posters all over town in vain hopes that someone would find Sparky. Henry offered to build a fence around their house once they found Sparky to prevent him from vanishing again.

Micheal tried not to think about what would happen to Sparky out there. There was already a dead animal skull out there. Would Sparky's skeleton join the others?

The thoughts wouldn't leave the family even at night. It seemed that someone didn't want them to forget about it. They wanted them to know and worry.

It was around midnight when Evan shot up in his bed, eyes wide open. He awoke to a familiar noise. He knew that noise.

It was the bark of Sparky the dog.

Something was off about it, however. It seemed it was in pain, yelping and howling for the sweet release of death. There was additional barks layered on the noises of pain.

It sounded like a dog that was terrified.

It was coming from inside the house, outside Evan's door.

Evan grabbed the door and held it shut, panicking about what he should do. Vicious scratching could be heard from the other side, wanting to pry the door open.

Evan had a fear of dogs since Sparky accidently bit him while they were playing. Even though everyone told him that Sparky didn't mean it, Evan still was terrified and didn't play with Sparky after that.

He tried to muster his courage and tell whatever was on the other side to back off.

"S-stay away from me!" Evan shouted nervously.

"S-stay away from me!" The creature on the other side mimicked back, as if it was mocking him.

Then it started barking again. Distorted and low pitched cries rang from the other side. Sparky's barks could be heard on the layers of animal cries the creature rang out.

The cries turned into loud laughter that rang through the halls. It wasn't a laugh made by a single person, but laughs of multiple people at once. Some sounded like a hyena, others sounded low and deep. Nonetheless, they were all layered on top of each other, failing to get a perfect harmony and instead were screeching and screaming.

Gripping the door tight as hard as he could, Evan reached for the light that was beside it.

The laughter abruptly stopped, and Evan heard heavy breathing on the other side. It seemed it needed a moment for fresh air.

He opened a door a peek and shined the light to see what he was facing.

What stood before him was a monstrosity.

It's chest was torn open to reveal a mess of tangled up wires, small speakers, and microphones. Various other parts lived inside of it as well, such as broken radios. Some looked like the ones in his house, others looked like ones that came way before their time.

The face was covered in wires resembling whiskers on it's cheeks, and it's teeth were way too much to fit inside a mouth. In front there were buck teeth, and the teeth surrounding it were like tiny metal daggers shoved into the mass, cramming as many as one could and leaving no room for any more. It's blue fur was plastered with a smile grinning broadly at Evan, stretching ear to ear so much it looked like it would hurt.

Evan let out a shrill scream and attempted to shut the door, but the monster wedged it's claws in between the crack, and pried the door open, knocking Evan to the ground.

Evan desperately scrambled back to his feet and ran out the other door opposing his room. The laughter appeared again, shaking the halls and forcing Evan to slam his hands over ears in a vain attempt to shut out the noise.

Evan sprinted to his brother's room, pounding on the door and screaming.

"MIKEY!! MIKEY! PLEASE OPEN UP!!"

The door swung open, and Michael gave a stern but barely awake "What?!"

"There's-was-a-monster-in-the-hall-and-it-was-gonna-eat-me-"

"Evan, slow down. What's going on?"

Evan pointed to the direction of his room. "There was a monster, and..."

Micheal glanced over Evan's shoulder, and there was nothing.

Micheal held his head in his hands. "You woke me up because you had a nightmare?!"

"It wasn't a nightmare! It was real!"

"Evan, listen to me. There's no such thing as monsters. Just go back to sleep. There's nothing to be afraid of!"

Micheal was ready to close the door, but Evan stopped him. "Wait!"

Micheal sighed in tiredness and frustration. "What is it?"

"Can I sleep in your room tonight? I don't wanna go back there!"

"No. Goodnight!" The door slammed in Evan's face, leaving him alone in the darkness.

Evan stood in front of Micheal's door, unsure what to do.

There was no way he would go back there. He would rather spend the day, no, a week at Fredbear's Family Diner.

The mimicking thing seemed to have vanished from the house entirely. Evan didn't want to go to sleep and risk the monster tearing him apart.

Evan darted to his bed, flashlight in hand, ready to run if he heard the thing.

He would stay up all night if he had too.

Evan sat up straight on his bed, alert and ready. If it came from one of the doors, he could throw a pillow and distract it, giving him time to escape. Or hold the door shut to prevent it from entering.

Evan took a deep breath. It was going to be a long night.

(Notes:)

In the Cursed House AU, Henry and William are brothers-in-law (Henry's sister was William's wife)

The mimicking thing is Nightmare Bonnie. I decided to give him the ability to mimic voices

More nightmares will appear in next chapters!

Evan is not having a good time

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

OKAY STORY TIME

So I woke up today at 6:30 AM with the following goal: Go to university, print out my a lecture reader before 9AM, have it bound at my university store that opens at 9 and then dedicate the rest of my day to going through the whole reader so I can start studying with it and practicing exercises tomorrow.

THAT IS NOT WHAT HAPPENED!

so first of all, I fucked around a bit, and only actually tried to print my reader at 9:18. But we're still good, right? I purposely went to the campus where the store opens at 9 rather than 10 so I can get shit done faster. Except ERROR 404, when I uploaded the PDF to the printing platform, the printer couldn't "find it." I had had issues like this in December, and I knew that maybe a solution could be to try a different printer in a different building

I make my way to another building. It takes a while to track down the printer but soon I'm set up to print. YAY! except the printer is starting and stopping every 15 seconds and I have to print 242 pages!!!! help!!!! It ends up taking like 40 minutes during which I can't really be productive because I'm cooped up in this tiny printer room

Okay it's like 10:30 by now, but it's finally done printing (or so I think) so I head out to the store where I can get it bound.

MID-BINDING I NOTICE THERE ARE LITERALLY FORTY PAGES MISSING. JUST RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE. WHAT THE FUCK???

So I leave the store again and head out to a different building because I'm thinking, that last one can't be trusted. It's only when I reach this building I realize that building doesn't actually have a printer.

So I turn back around and end up in the first building, but a different printer there. I sit down, make a new pdf with just my missing pages. Try to print.

GUESS WHAT??? I'VE RUN OUT OF FREE PHOTOCOPIES! this has basically never happened to me. wtf! where did I go wrong?? ANYWAY I'll suck it up and add money to my account balance so I can make these last copies and finally bind this reader

WELL FUCK YOU FIONA BECAUSE THE SITE WHERE YOU CAN ADD MONEY IS DOWN FOR MAINTENANCE. UNTIL 5PM.

At this point it's 11:15. I haven't had breakfast so I throw my hands up and get lunch, figuring I'll add money to my balance in the evening and then finally bind it.

In the meantime, I text a groupchat asking if anyone is on this particular campus, because they could use their free photocopies. Everyone is like: no.

Then, after lunch I realize: Oh Shit! The store where you can bind closes at 4PM. I can't wait until 5 to add money to my printing balance!! I don't want to lose an entire day what the fuck

I hang around a fourth printer for a bit, and tell my sob story to two dudes who come to pick up a print job. One of them is like "how did you run out? Did you print that much? Or did you use colour" AND YES I FUCKING USED COLOUR. I FORGOT HOW MUCH OF A DIFFERENCE IT MAKES EVEN THOUGH THE MAJORITY OF THIS READER IS BLACK AND WHITE.

Anyways they feel bad for me but they don't have any balance left either rip

Suddenly, I remember a group of people I know usually study in this one specific building on the other campus, which is a 20 minute bus ride away

I decide FUCK IT and grab the shuttle and track down the nearest acquaintance and beg him to let me print on his account. it's 1PM by this point

IT WORKS!

The binding store on this campus isn't super close + I get myself a coffee because What The Fuck + I can't be bothered to walk back so I wait for a tram that isn't much quicker than walking so it almost takes me another hour after starting to print my last 40 pages to do the full back and forth + binding

So it's a little after 2 and I am FINALLY sitting down to do what I set out to do. Get through this reader. Highlight stuff. Add post-it tabs.

EXCEPT I'M AN IDIOT AND FORGOT TO PACK A HIGHLIGHTER AND POST-ITS. So I end up paging through it and just taking notes on my iPad for what I want to highlight and tabulate later lol. (Which.... I could have done with just the PDF probably. fml I guess.)

BUT: WORRY NOT! HAPPY ENDING!

Because, For The First Time In My Life, I have overestimated how much time a task would take. I get through the ENTIRE reader by 7:10PM.

OH MY GOD.

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 38 // My Hold // Day 23

Contents (Warnings): Lynette's very excited for movie night, until she has a heart breaking reminder. (very light vore mentions, the feelies, a slight bit of angst and seriousness).

Wordcount: 1316 (short chapter, I know, I'm working on the next which a day will be skipped, FYI).

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(Oct. 8th, Saturday (After Festival))

There was dancing, sparkling displays, and a lot of cheer as things ended. We didn’t have to stay and clean up, though Edgar made Alexander and Drake stay. June happily volunteered with Claudia and Tila, who looked to make a competition out of it. The rest of us left.

And Viola watched over me as the rest of us were leaving.

Viola handed me the bags I gave her on the first day, all the gifts and clothes Zilla and Lev helped me pick out. 

We passed many of the other places that were already closed or returned to empty lots of dirt. Looking back, I thought how crazy it’d be for all of this to soon be gone. 

At the exit, there was a line. A lot of monsters were leaving, going back into their human forms. The monsters that hadn’t let the beings they ate go had to stop at a tent nearby and do that. There was a slight ruckus at the gate because one monster refused to let someone go.

I tried to pay little attention to that once we went over the gate. Sandra patted each head the best she could. She counted us like we were her little ducklings.

I tugged at my wristband, taking it off and putting it in one of the gift bags. I didn’t think I’d need it from here on out. It would stop working tomorrow anyway.

“I hope everyone enjoyed their time,” Sandra muttered as she turned her back to us. She raised her shoulders, and after a minute or two, she dropped them. The portal opened, and she went through it. 

The others followed suit, talking amongst themselves. Viola gave me a happy smile and a pat, ushering me ahead. 

I went through it. A sense of dread entered my body once I was back in the halls of the pizzeria. My tribulations would continue as usual tomorrow. 

It was a nice break while it lasted. I thought to myself.

I said goodbye to everyone to avoid lingering and left. I checked my phone; it wasn’t even ten. 

Wicks: Can’t wait for movie night! 🥰🍿 9:25 p.m.

Lynette:🍿! 9:51 p.m.

I should get us some snacks! I said happily in my head.

I stopped at the store on the way home. I brought two big bags of caramel corn and all their finest, fizzy pleasures.

When I got home, I groaned aloud. “Is someone having a party?!” Our parking zone was filled. I sighed and had to park further away. I got out, looped my lanyard around my neck, got my duffle back on my shoulder, then shopping bags in one hand and the gift bags in another. 

I struggled to carry them. I closed my truck and locked it.

I walked all the way around, then squinted at the parking lot again. “Of course! Now there’s a spot!” I exclaimed to myself aloud with a giggle.

I struggled to open the glass door with my card, and luckily a sweet old lady opened it for me. I huffed up the steps with my quaking arms. I’m almost there. Come on, Lynette, you can do this! I cheered. 

I banged into the door, unable to lift my arms high enough to get my key when I bent over. 

I exhaled and had to release the bags like a chump. I failed the “take it all in one trip” achievement. 

I unlocked the door and entered our dark apartment. 

Wicks isn’t home yet? I thought to myself. I picked up the bags again. Ah, right, he usually gets home around 10:30. I put the groceries onto the counter overlooking the living room, then went into my room. I threw the duffle bag on my bed and stuffed the gifts under it. I had to sort through them later.  

A devious idea entered my head. I hadn’t turned the lights on. 

I could scare Wicks. I chuckled at the notion, unbagging everything and putting it onto the counter. 

I was going to text him and ask if he wanted me to pick up anything from the store for a cover, but I heard someone at the door. I got closer to it, hearing his voice from the other side. 

Did he bring someone with him?

I remained still, ready to shake the bags of caramel corn I held to spook him. 

But his words hit me clearly when he opened the door. “I know, Charletta, but I’m afraid she’ll hate me after it.”

He flicked on the switch near the door. He dropped his keys on the table, then saw me.

 I lifted up the bags with a weak smile, “surprise….”

I could hear Charletta talking through the receiver but couldn’t hear her response. 

 Wicks smiled half-heartedly. 

“Lentils, I didn’t see your car. You got home early too-” He flicked back to the phone, “Lynette’s here. I’ll call you back later.” He hung up on her.

He rushed over and hugged me tightly. I hugged back, but the usual comforting sandalwood smell didn’t help the twist in my chest. 

I tried not to dwell on his behavior during the festival. And I was so so excited to spend time with him when I got home that I forgot how I felt. 

In my throat, a question rose. It struggled to leave and slowly choked me. 

“I missed you, Lentils; how was it?” He asked. He pulled back, lightly holding my shoulders. I could see his aversion to the conversation he had with Charletta. 

I lowered my head. 

He wanted to tell me something for the past few weeks. He paused during certain subjects and avoided topics. 

I pretended there wasn’t anything wrong. I always did. There were things Wicks never said to me, and I acted blissfully aware. Why can’t you tell me everything like I tell you? Now was no different. I couldn’t keep pretending with the weight of my anxiety.

The question spilled from my quivering lips, “do you not want to be roommates anymore?” I looked at his scuffed white running shoes. 

The silence killed me, but he coddled me with another hug. “NO! That’s not it, Lentils!” He almost sounded offended. “You’re an awesome, loving roommate.” He pressed at the bags in my limp arms, “You even got me caramel corn. It’s my favorite…” he assured me.

“Then why-” 

He broke the hug and locked eyes with me. I could see the worry clouding them. “Would you still love me if I hid something from you?”

“You’re my brother, Wicks. I’ll always love you. You know that.”

He hesitated again. He searched around as if he had lost what he was going to say, and his fingers fidgeted with the trim of his black work vest.

“I’m seeing someone.”

“You are?”

“I was afraid to tell you. I thought you’d give me this long talk about how terrible it is to date a stranger.” He continued, avoiding eye contact and moving his head from side to side with his explanation. 

That’s not it, is it, Wicks… The thought squeezed my heart. You’re not going to tell me... 

I pressed up a smile. “AND YOU KEPT TELLING ME SOMETHING FOR COMING HOME LATER OR THE NEXT DAY!”

Wicks turned back to me, a smile returning to his face too. “YOU CAN’T BLAME ME FOR THAT! AT LEAST I DON’T DISAPPEAR FOR A WHOLE DAY!”

“There’s been times!” I said back in less of a shout and more of a matter of fact. Our playfulness slowly returned as we walked to the kitchen.

I had no choice but to play along and hope he’d tell me.

Wicks was the most normal person in my life right now; he was the only thing I could hold onto for safety. And I couldn't lose my hold, or I'd drown.

…

Thank you for reading! :D Have a gouda day! (Nonnegotiable, if you're lactose intolerant, you're about to be in a lot of pain, sorry, not sorry. Lol).

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[slvt4tom]

Okay sooo tom was the most voted person so I'll do tom x reader first and then after if you guys want I'll do a bill x reader

Okay so this story is a angst to fluff

⚠kissing, cursing, probably cringe f! Reader⚠

You and the band were outside doing a little autograph signing while mostly the band since you were just Tom's girlfriend but other than the few fans that did want your autograph, but apparently some blond bitch had forgotten that you guys were together.

So once you had walked away from signing one you were just leaning on the bus watching the boys sign (you were mostly watching tom ofc) but you had gone inside to grab a hair tie since your hair kept blowing in your face and as soon as you step out you see some blond girl flirting with tom, and tom here seems to be having the time of his life.

You roll your eyes waiting not wanting to start anything and wait for the signing to be over, as you watch her touch YOUR MAN you just become more and more angry and at some point she slips him a paper and now your fuming mad.

After a few hours everyone was back in the bus and you had been ignoring tom such as not sitting by him, not talking to him, not touching him at all, not even glancing his way, and at this point everyone was so confused because usually you would be attached AT THE HIP always touching each other in some way or another.

After like 2-3 more hours it was around 8-9:30 so you decided to get in the shower "um hey guys I'm gonna go get in the shower" everyone said okay and with that you left.

Tom decided that this was the perfect time to try and talk to you since litterly nobody is going go walk in so tom Waits about 20ish minutes knowing it takes you like 15 just to look at your self in the mirror and then the other five actually getting in.

After those minutes tom walked in quietly and took off his clothes and got in the shower snaking his arms around your waist, "hey angel are you okay why weren't you talking to me at all today did I do something wrong" he asked kissing up and down your neck.

"Hm. Nope. I'm fine." You said very stern, through gritted teeth, "come on baby tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it" he said as he starts massaging your shoulders/neck and then rubbing up and down your arms, "its" you sigh "its just that blond girl that was flirting with you when you guy were signing autographs" you said sounding sad turning to face him as you look up at him.

"Aw angel don't worry about her she's nothing I promise" he said embarrassing you into a hug "Tom why did you take her number if she's nothing and why would you choose me out of every girl there's ones 10 times prettier and better than me" you say sounding sad still hugging him, "angel yes there maybe girls prettier than you but only on the outside because they are fake and have gotten some sort of surgery and wears pounds of make up and would only want me for money and fame, but not you your beautiful inside out, your all natural and look good with or without makeup and even when you do wear make ups it's not like your packing on so much it's just light and I think it's so pretty on you, also you love me for me not for my money or fame and bill loves you too and you love him!" He says and you start tearing up from joy, "aw angel don't cry" he says bringing his hands up to your face wiping your tears away with his thumbs pulling you into a hug.

After a few minutes he let's you go "here let me wash you up" he says getting soap ready washing you up "I love you tom" you said as he washes your hair "I love you too angel" after a minute you guys get out of the shower and he carries you bridal style into your guys room picking out matching pjs for you guys.

"Hey angel do you want help getting dressed or do you got it" he says finishing up putting on his clothes "I got it" you say putting on your pj's. After that you guys walk out to the like "living room" area on the bus so you guys could watch a movie and cuddle.

About half way through the movie you had fallen asleep in Tom's arms and he was just so happy his girl wasn't mad at him anymore and he carried you like a sleeping child to your guys room and layed you down on the bed tucking you in and then laying next to you soon falling asleep too.

[wanderella-w]

Bye Emma, hello restday (day 29-31)

On day 29 we walked from Gorran Haven to Carlyon Bay, around 19km. We made our breakfast porridge using the hot water kettle at the camp site (saved some dishes and gas) and said goodbye to Emma, who was brave enough to get up with us at 6am even though her bus only left at 9:30. On our walk on that grey day we came through Mevagissey after 5 km and we had a coffee there to wake up properly. I still had some memories of the town from our 2016 family holiday. Now we felt ready for all the ups and down (regarding elevation) the day had in store for us. It stayed grey but the views of the coves and beaches were still quite pretty. We came through Charlestown, a town with cute little shops, and as we got closer to Carlyon Bay there were quite a lot modern villas on big properties and a golf course. For our campsite, which was free according to the wikicamps app, we had to walk inland and found ourselves walking along a busy street in between a gated industrial site and a gated children's play paradise. Quite a difference to our usual surroundings on the path. The campsite belonged to an Inn and the lady there told us that they were not actually a campsite but a 'pit stop' for motorhomes. We could camp there for free anyways and we had a big choice of perfect grass pitches so we were happy:).

The Inn itself was quite cozy and they had a nice vegetarian menu (haloumi burger, madras curry & vegetable stew), therefore we took our chance to have an a bit too early but delicious easter meal sponsored by Margreet en Jobst. It was raining outside but in the Inn there was a nice and cozy atmosphere and after dinner (for dessert) we moved to one of the couches where stayed all evening reading our books. Talking about books: This morning I said to Rosa that it was a bit annoying that I didn't have a book for our upcoming restday anymore, after I gave it away in Falmouth... when five minutes later we came past and old phone booth converted to a book swap case! Rosa immediately spotted one book lying on top of others that she said she would absolutely recommend and it wasn't even too big! It was possible to buy books for a donation into the money box at the public toilets, and as I didn't have a book to swap anymore, I did that. The universe took care of me, as Rosa said.

That night I didn't sleep so well as it got cold during the night and my sleeping bag wasn't properly closed at my back - so in the morning I felt like my cold had come back. Luckily, as mentioned above, we would soon have a rest day.

The next day (Thursday), Rosa already left the path after 4km in Par to go to our shepherds hut, the designated place for our rest day, and she did groceries at Aldi on her way there. I still wanted to complete the loop around Grubbing Head to Fowey, from where I would take the Ferry to Polruan and then the bus to the hut in Pelynt. It was a nice day and the walk wasn't long but it was quite tiring anyways, maybe because of my cold.

The bus which I wanted to take from the ferry quay didn't come so I took another one that didn't go to Pelynt directly. After a few stops the bus driver said that I would miss my connecting bus in Polperro and that I could better walk from here ("It's all flat, take the second right"). I thanked him for the tip and got off. The 2,5 miles walk turned out to be a bit more adventurous than expected because at some point I took a path which was marked with a sign saying 'public footpath' but which obviously wasn't really in use anymore. I arrived at our hut with wet feet again due to a small river crossing, but it didn't matter as it turned out we could do a washing at the campsite and it was nice weather so I could let my shoes dry. After a shower I enjoyed the late afternoon lying on the bed with the windows open and our delicious meal in the evening for which Rosa had done excellent shopping.

Today, the 7th of April, is our restday and we mainly spend it reading, drinking tea and doing some small to-dos. It's great! Also we discovered it's exactly one month ago that we started our hike!

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

Being a night person who’s raised by a morning person often leads to literal abuse beyond the verbal and lack of access to things.

So, context of how much of a night owl I am. I remember being 3 years old and sleeping till noon if left to my own devices. This worked great when I convinced my parents I could be trusted to get myself to daycare (5 houses down) on my own. And I just would lie to the adults when I got there “I’ve been here all day! Playing outside! Can I have my lunch please?”. It worked. Kindergarten was a rude awakening though.

I literally didn’t sleep during the week when I was in school. Sunday-Thursday: no sleep. Because I COULDN’T fall asleep. And then I had to be up at 6am to get ready for school, feed myself, and catch a bus by 6:30. I’d barely hit the point where I could begin to fall asleep regardless of how tired I was by the time I had to be up.

I literally wore a uniform to school for years at a school that DIDN’T HAVE A UNIFORM because it was one less thing to take time and brainpower in the morning. That was a minimum of 10 more minutes I could be laying down pretending to sleep.

I didn’t do makeup either. Usually had a haircut I didn’t have to do more than brush. Same reason. I still don’t brush my teeth in the morning because I’d cut it out for, you guessed it, 2 more minutes laying down.

I always showered at night because I was awake enough and had the time. Ain’t no time for that in the morning.

Then on Friday night, I got to stay up and spend time with my dad and my older sister who’d come home from college for the weekend (nearly every weekend). And on Saturday, I’d (usually) get to sleep till I was ready to wake up. Which, considering I hadn’t slept for days, was a long ass time. When I did wake up, there would be no food left from breakfast and several passive aggressive comments about it. Then on Sunday, my morning person mom would force me awake for church.

I literally convinced mom that I wanted to attend the only historically black Lutheran church in my city because it still had an 11am start time from back when the mom’s all had to get white families ready for church first. I did like that church, but my motivation to attend that one and drive across the city for it was all about sleep. I only knew about it because my family had attended that church for a few years when I was very little so my brother could go to their school for free. You know what I remembered about it despite being 5 last time I’d been there? I didn’t have to wake up till 9-10am to go to that one. Any other church nearby would have been a 7am wake-up call.

I manipulated every aspect of my life that I possibly could using lying or plain neglect of my personal health to try and be able to survive the morning person world I was stuck in. But it didn’t make mornings easy to deal with.

On summer and winter breaks, I’d go walk around the neighborhood at night and climb trees and look at the moon, or read till I could finally sleep. Unless this was a “I’m gonna fix you” summer.

One summer when I was 11, mom shipped me off to live with her best friend 2-3 hour drive away for a dyslexia program. Mom expressed she was doubly thrilled because said friend enforced a mandatory 9am wake up time every day regardless of schedule. “This will fix your problem!” Literally I just spent the summer tired and bullied (her daughter was a bully and literally my first rapist.) but I did learn enough about spelling that I went from a 2nd grade to 12th grade reading level. But yeah. I remember being up till 5am every night because that’s when my body let me try and sleep usually.

Another summer, mom asked me to help her start a garden. This was fair. Mom is disabled and couldn’t do a lot of the beginning work of a garden. So I helped. I did the physical labor to turn the soil, add fertilizer, plant the seeds, etc. I was even prepared to go out and weed the garden once a week or something.

The next morning, she’s waking me up at 8am. “You have to go and water the garden!” She proclaims with clear joy and pep only a morning person or actor can muster that early. “No? It’s your garden. Watering is your job.” “But I can’t! You have to do it for me. You promised!”

1. I didn’t promise to maintain her guarded. I promised to help her with the physical labor beyond her physical capabilities.

2. Watering the garden DID NOT fall into that category because she could access and operate the garden hose just fine. She may have been slow about it, but she could absolutely do it.

3. If it had been a once in a while “I’m having a flare and feeling bad” or if she’d been hospitalized again, I would have watered her garden for her. No problem. But I’m not doing it for her every day. This was HER hobby. Not mine.

So, when she insisted I had to be the one to do this for her every day which meant waking up early because it “had” to be done when the sun was barely up, I picked up my pillow and blanket and went to sleep on the couch in the basement where she couldn’t follow me and couldn’t continue to easily harass me.

The garden died before it even started to grow. Mom didn’t want help with a hobby. She wanted me to be a morning person.

Another summer, my morning person mom was so upset about my lazy sleep schedule she tried to fix it with abuse.

She decided I would stay awake 2 full days and one full night in-between without even laying down and resting (which I did at least do during school weeks). Literally not allowed in my bed or to lay down until it was 9pm at the earliest on the 2nd day. Surprise surprise. This did NOT “fix” my sleep schedule. It just made me angry and meant I watched The Titanic a lot because some channel had it on every night for a month.

Another summer, my sister’s boarding school was also a fine arts summer camp, and she was working at the camp over the summer. She managed to pull some strings and get me a 6 week spot in their 3D art program. Every morning at 6:30am, we were all woken up, sent outside to gather around a flag-less flagpole, and sing a song “I’m alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic” over and over until they deemed us awake and enthusiastic enough to tell us the morning news. Then we’d eat breakfast, get ready for our stuff, clean our cabins, and head off to our individual classes. This was every day except Sunday for 6 weeks. The one time mom came to visit my sister and I during this adventure, she commented “this is great! You’re gonna have a healthy sleep schedule finally!” It didn’t change my default sleep schedule.

At one point, my mom started to suspect that maybe there was an actual medical underlying issue causing me not to be able to sleep. So she set me up with a sleep study. It came back with no issues. Nothing wrong with me whatsoever. My other problem was them asking “did you sleep?” When they put me in a completely dark room with no way of telling if time was passing or if I’d just slept and woken up without dreaming or noticing time didn’t pass. Very unhelpful.

But mom doubled down after that. Volunteered me to stay with my principal for a week in the summer and a week in the winter to look after and protect her from her chickens. Mom’s logic was “my sleep schedule is great because I was a farm kid and had to take care of cows. You’re a city kid. Send you to take care of time sensitive animals!” The week in winter turned into a month due to an ice storm. These adventures in “why I hate chickens and think we should eat them to keep them humble” did not fix my sleep schedule. It just meant I slept on a floor, in a sleeping bag, getting wood chips in my sleeping bag because the house didn’t have HVAC but a wood burning stove in the living room for warmth, and had to try and sleep with my principal on the only couch in the house 6 feet from me, while I Dream Of Jeanie or Bewitched played ALL night right above my head. And I was late for school every day. Because I was exhausted and not even sleeping on weekends in this environment. For a month. Not to mention the school work (high school and colllege) and part time job I was working.

This doesn’t even BEGIN to cover the passive aggressive way she’d wake up at 5:30-6am every day and turn on the morning news. She would turn the TV up as loud as it could possibly go “because I’m hard of hearing and it’s loud when I’m cooking! I need to be able to hear it!”

It was so loud the house would vibrate. I learned to sleep through this.

She didn’t care that she could just catch the same news an hour later while she was eating the breakfast she was eating and at a reasonable level. She didn’t turn the TV down when she sat down to eat anyway. Which is wild, because she always kept the TV loud but never THAT loud except for the morning news. She was trying to wake everyone up to match her schedule. I had to sit in the dinning room with that TV while I ate breakfast for school. At that volume. It’s a miracle IM not deaf. And people wonder why I talk so loud.

For context, she only did this to me. The rest of my family is full of night owls, but somehow, I was the problem.

She didn’t feel she could go after dad directly. My sister was the “golden child” and despite being a night owl with an obvious alcohol problem by 15, she did everything she was expected to often before she was asked and didn’t struggle with health issues, neurodivergency that anyone could pin point, or any of the other things that made me and my brother “problems.”

My brother is a night owl, but if you put him on a routine, he will begin to stick to it. It’s how he functions. Grandma put him on a sleep schedule when he was less than a year old and mom only had to correct it 2 or 3 times when the school wake-up time changed. So he’d stay up super late but then get up without issue or complaint the next day. So he was a problem child that got him shipped off to live with my aunt and uncle in another state one year, but his sleep schedule didn’t register to my mom as an issue.

But me? I couldn’t read at 2 years old and manage my own homeschooling like my sister could. I couldn’t be quickly forced into a routine like my brother.

So mom got creative.

And the creativity was toxic at best. Abusive at worst.

“But help-help, this is a reflection of your mom, not morning people.” Yes it is. Everyone above gave perfect clear examples of how morning people oppress night people on the macro. I gave you a specific and brutal example of the micro. They are the same issue. The same oppression.

(This also didn’t cover the naps she would take in the middle of the day. She didn’t have a job after I was in 4th grade, because, again, disabled. So she would wake up super early, do her morning routine, get me and dad out the door, then sit down in a recliner in front of the TV with reading material and the dog in her lap. She’d be asleep before noon. Then would STAY asleep until well after I got home. Because I was nice enough to try and let her sleep if I could. She’d wake up when dad got home and threw a fit that she hadn’t done even the dishes that day. And she’d be in bed again by 9 or 10. If I had to call her from school for an emergency, I had to really hope said emergency happened in first or second period so mom would be awake to hear the phone ring. I often was stranded places FOR HOURS alone and at night (college campuses where choir rehearsal took place) because she fell asleep and didn’t come and get me. One time, this got me in trouble with the front office. It was a half day and she said she was picking me up so don’t take the bus. I figured this was within her awake schedule. So I didn’t take the bus. And she didn’t show up. And she didn’t answer the phone. The lady at the front desk was supposed to be in an all staff meeting but was stuck watching me and mad about it and lecturing me. I was there till when school was supposed to let out normally when mom finally showed up. Of course, she’d slept through it. She apologized over and over but really? I didn’t want an apology. I wanted to not be stranded all the time because of her naps. She knew she’d fall asleep, why not set an alarm? Her alarm clock work her up just fine at 6am. I used to make the jokes to other kids who were occasionally late to being picked up from choir “so your parents don’t love you either, huh?” It wasn’t till my last year in that choir that they mandated an adult stay with the kids till they were picked up. I’m assuming I finally made the joke to the wrong kid. That was also the only year mom convinced dad to take some of the responsibility to come get me after rehearsal. So I only pissed off the choir adults one day a week instead of two unless there was a performance I was also going to be picked up late from. No cellphone of my own during any of this, by the way. If something had gone wrong, I would have just been gone. Survival was on me.)

Ok wait let her speak

[greenbagjosh]

Епізод трі (3) Недели 11 Октябр 2009

Привет всем, сегодня мы идем в Лавру, к памятнику Родины и в Бабин Яр. Возможно, мы также получим железнодорожный пропуск в Минск.

Hi everyone, did you survive yesterday’s (10 October 2009) walk through Kiev? Today (11 October 2009) we may not need to do as much walking. We likely will be using public transit more than the previous two days. Which means we have to buy single fare tickets and blue chips.

The plan for Sunday the 11th of October 2009, was to visit the Lavra towards the west bank of the Dnieper, a bit south of where we went walking, then visit the Motherland Monument, the monument to the victims of WWII and maybe do some walking along Vulitsa Kreshchatyk and maybe find the location of the Bierstube that I read so much about (the actual address was previously mentioned). The day was mostly rainy, and the temperatures were about the mid 40s, so 6 to 8 degrees Celsius.

Sundays the restaurant next to the hostel was closed, so I had to find somewhere to eat on the way to the Lavra. Where is the Lavra? It is south of the metro station Arsenal’na, which was in 2009 the deepest metro station at about 700 feet below the street surface (gasp!) You would need two sets of escalators to get from the street to the station platform. At Arsenal’na, you would need to catch the bus line 24 to the Lavra entrance.

The first order of business was to try to buy a train ticket from Kyiv Passazhirsky to Minsk. Preferably I would want it for Monday evening on the 12th, so that I could take a direct night train. So I had to take the trolleybus from Vulitsa Poltavska Publichna biblioteka imeni Lesi Ukrainky to Teatral’na, and take the red line metro to Vokzal’na / Passazhirsky. For the long distance train office, you have to exit the metro station, walk to the northern end of the station, walk through the long hall with the little travel boutiques and such, then the office is at the south end. The people do not speak English well enough to be understood, so I had to rely on another customer who knew English – and he did not ask for any payment in return. I wanted to get a “Platskartniy” ticket from Kiev to Minsk for the 12th October, but they said that there were no more spaces. Also they took only cash as the credit card system was down. Otherwise I might have considered to pay extra for “Kupeniy” class. They had an opening for Tuesday morning at 11 AM, go west in the direction of L’viv, change at Korosten, and arrive Wednesday the 14th in Minsk about 5 AM. I accepted that offer.

I had to call the hotel in Minsk but I did not have a cellphone of my own at the time. In that case, I would need to buy a telephone card for a “taksofon” / таксофон, which is Russian for payphone. I called the hotel in Minsk, and luckily someone was able to speak in German to understand my situation. They were fine, that I would arrive a day later than originally planned, and my Belarus visa would not be affected in any way. I would receive a refund on the credit card that I prepaid the hotel’s stay. Then as a joke, after I ended that call, I called my home phone and left a message as if I were Borat. Yes, that same journalist who greets with “Yagshemash!”.

Well it was time for a late breakfast, as it was getting around 9:30 AM. I took the red line metro to Arsenal’na. I think it took about five minutes on both escalators. The first one went parallel to the station platforms for maybe 350 feet. Then I had to turn right for the second escalator to go up a further 350 feet. Imagine having to climb stairs if the escalators went out of service! There was a café just outside the Arsenal’na called the “Kav’yarnya” that had a decent food offering. It was not exactly the usual food I would eat for breakfast, but it was filling. For example a potato salad with peas. The coffee was fine. About 10:30 I took the bus 24 to the Lavra, passing the Monument to the Unknown Soldier. The Lavra is a campus of chapels and galleries. To take photographs inside, you have to pay about 100 Hryvnia for a day permit.

Inside the Lavra are three churches, the bell tower, and a gazebo with a huge layered stone. Inside the galleries looked nicer than the churches considering the weather, but I have recently seen Google Maps show the churches in sunny weather. The artworks were of liturgical subject matter, namely high concentration of Orthodox icons, and Cyrillic from the days of St. Cyril and Methodius. If you go to the courtyard of Refectory Church of Sts. Anthony and Theodosius Pechersky, you can see the large garden complex that leads to the Dnieper, including the Nativity of Our Lady church. Before leaving the upper part of the Lavra, there is a shop open, that will sell wooden icons, from anywhere between 50 UAH to maybe 200 UAH depending on the size.

I thought about, after leaving the Lavra, if I wanted to eat at Trapezna onsite or the Tsars’ke Selo about a quarter mile away from the entrance, but somehow I decided to go downhill to Dniprovskyi Descent and see if I could reach the Motherland Monument faster. I knew of a tram line that used to run along the Naberezhne shosse, so I boarded it at the stop closest to the Kyiv Founder’s Monument and rode it just one stop to the line’s end. It was a very rickety tram, as it was of the Tatra T3 type and most of the lines in general had fallen into disrepair that they could not go faster than 20 mph / 30 km/h. I ended up at an Indian restaurant called the New Bombay Palace. Since I came that far, and the place accepted credit cards, I decided to eat there. I had mutton with the creamed spinach and cheese chunks. And rice pudding. I think I had the Indian tea as well. It cost maybe 80 UAH altogether including tip.

Before going to the Motherland Monument, I took bus 55 from the New Bombay Palace to the Pecherska metro station, and I walked up and down Bulvar Lesi Ukrainky but it was mainly high rise apartments that I remembered from my prior visit to the USSR in July and August 1990. Maybe a few shops and grocery stores, but that was it. I took the metro to Vydubichi and Slavutich to cross the Dnieper. The metro comes out of tunnel on the green line from Vydubichi and goes back into tunnel prior to Slavutich. Eastward along Mykoly Bazhana Avenue was pretty much just apartments and the odd store or restaurant, and it was the same route I went on Friday the 9th October from the airport to the central rail station Passazhirskiy. So I went back on the green line to Pecherska, went back to the Bombay Palace on bus line 55, then I walked up the hill to the Motherland Monument. I had to walk uphill on Vulitsa Lavrs’ka and then Vulitsa Zapecherna and then I ended up at the monument.

The Motherland Monument is one of those statues, that came from an earlier era, namely the USSR. And it is controversial. It was completed when Lenoid Brezhnev was in power, years prior to Gorbachev. In particular this is a 300 foot stainless steel woman with a sword in her right hand, and the USSR shield in her left hand. From Wikipedia on that subject: “In April 2015, the parliament of Ukraine outlawed Soviet and Communist symbols, street names and monuments, in a decommunization attempt.[9] But World War II monuments are excluded from these laws.[10] Director of the Ukrainian Institute of National Remembrance Volodymyr Viatrovych stated in February 2018 that the state emblem of the Soviet Union on the shield of the monument should be removed according to the decommunization laws. It is not removed, however, still by today. [11]”

The Motherland Monument was only an outside display for the National Museum of the History of Ukraine in the Second World War.

In the museum, there are many examples of propaganda, on both sides of the war, be it Axis or the Allies. The USSR was always of the opinion that it was doing the right thing. The top floor has a ceiling light in red that has “CCCP” and “Pobeda” Победа (victory) in Russian. Leaving the museum, the outside also has many tanks on display year round.

I took bus 24 back to Arsenal’na, so that I could at least try to see the Babyn Yar, namely the monument to the victims of WWII. This would require transferring at Teatral’na / Zoloti Vorota, and taking the green line to Dorohozhichi. There would be a park, where there actually used to be housing until it was bombed in WWII, and whatever was demolished was cleared away and was just a park to walk through. I spent maybe ten minutes reflecting and such. It was kind of emotionally draining to be there. I left and went to the Bonus Super Price grocery store for some snacks, and some Ukrainian beers to take home. It was slowly getting late but I was glad to make it to Babyn Yar, regardless of how it made me feel to see it.

After Babyn Yar, I took the green line to Teatral’na / Zoloti Vorota and the red line to Kreshchatyk to end up at Maidan Nezalezhnosti where I transferred to the blue line and go as far as Poshtova Ploshcha, maybe about twenty feet above the Dnieper river. Walking along the Borychiv Descent there were pedestrian bridges to the river walkway. I thought about taking a ride on the river boats but it was getting late. So I went back to Maidan Nezalezhnosti.

Kreshchatyk was cut off from vehicular traffic that evening. I went to look for the Bierstube and I found it. It was in an alley about a few hundred feet from the Ploshcha Lva Tolstoho station on Vulitsa Velyka Vasylkivska. The beer selection was not so good but it was delicious all the same. I ordered a beef stroganoff, that came with excellent mushroom sauce. The Bierstube also had the mugs of mustard and ketchup, complimentary with a meal – with beef stroganoff I am not sure it would go particularly well but no matter. What is the difference between the original Bierstube and Viola’s Bierstube that I visited Saturday the 10th October? The original one belonged to Viola’s ex-husband Erik, who originally came from the former East Germany. I guess their management styles clashed and Viola decided to open her own Bierstube a few blocks away near the Bessarabsky Market. Both have long since went out of business, but I am glad to have been to both when they were still open.

What did I do after dinner? At the "Zemelʹnyy Kapital" bank, there was a musical setup with a dancefloor for breakdancing. I think there were about five men in their 20’s who were breakdancing and I stayed about twenty minutes for that before going back to the hostel. There was still more sightseeing to do in Kiev, and I would have an unexpected extra night at the hostel as opposed to being on the train and at the hotel in Minsk. At least arrangements were made so it was not much to worry about.

And what was the plan for Monday the 12th October 2009? Visit to the Ukrainian National Chernobyl Museum, National Museum of Folk Architecture and Life of Ukraine, and a real tasty chicken kiev.

Good night and be careful and don’t go to the real Chernobyl!!!!!

[laurenetuttle]

Japan Day 7 (September 12, 2024)

Today was a lot of fun! It was our first full day in Kyoto. We woke up pretty early. Around 6 AM. We ate our 7-Eleven breakfast in our hotel room. We then left for the day around 7:30 AM. Our plan for the day was to see some of the cultural sites and Kyoto. Then later in the day we had a workshop scheduled. We took the train over to Fushimi Inarii. This site is also known as 1000 Torii gates. it’s very long pathway lined with vermilion gates. Written on the gates are the names of different Japanese companies that donated money in hopes of receiving good fortune for prosperity with their business. There are also several shrines and temples in the area as well. The path whines through a forest up a big hill overlooking Kyoto. It’s one of the most popular tourist spots in Kyoto, which is why we wanted to get there early in the day to avoid the crowds. We got there around 8 AM and there were definitely people there, but thankfully not hordes of crowds. We were able to take some pretty pictures and we also enjoyed the shade and the peace. Overall, I think today may have been the hottest day that we’ve experienced in Japan. We were sweating before even getting to this cultural site. Both of us were relying on our fans while we hiked up all the stairs along this path. The whole path is very long and goes up the side of a mountain. I had heard that the view from the top wasn’t necessarily worth all of the effort. So once we got about halfway, we decided to go back down. we decided to take another way down the mountain then we came up. Unfortunately, this other routes did not have any of the gates really on it. We saw a couple of shrines and maybe mausoleum as we walked down but none of the pretty gates. Near the bottom of the mountain, we decided to take a break and go into a café to get something cold to drink. We sat on the back patio of this café and enjoyed iced drinks as we overlooked a little river. It was rather beautiful and serene. I enjoyed an iced Matcha latte and Liz enjoyed an iced chocolate. We also enjoyed a chocolate banana muffin. As we were sitting there enjoying our break we also got to see a turtle. After our nice pitstop, we continued our walk and ended up at the beginning of the path through the gates. Because we didn’t get to walk down through the gates, we decided to walk back up a little bit and then turn around and walk back through the gates. At this point it was around 9:30 and there were tons of people. I was so thankful that we got there a lot earlier in the day.

After enough meandering in the area, we decided to take the train and then a bus over to a UNESCO world heritage site called Kiyomizu Dera temple. The bus stop was pretty far away from the temple so we had to walk up a rather large hill to get to the base of the complex. It was around this time that it started to get even more hot. So we kept having to take breaks and pop into different stores to get some relief with the air conditioning. about halfway up the hill we also stopped at a vending machine to get some cold drinks. What’s really nice about Japan as they have random vending machines literally everywhere. Most of the drinks are also only around a dollar. The street went up to the temple was lined with really adorable handcraft shops. So about every minute, we would take a break and pop into a shop. Once we got up to the temple complex, we were able to see a beautiful entrance gate, a pagoda style building, and lots of surrounding worship buildings. Unfortunately, we were very hot. So we took a break sitting on some steps for a little while and we fanned ourselves. we then continued up to the main temple area. There was a building to the left of the temple where we paid $.66 to go into an underground tunnel, which is said to have a rock that grants wishes. I was also hoping that this underground tunnel would be cold. We had to take our shoes off and we were told that it would be a pitch black tunnel. And they were not joking or exaggerating about. We took some stairs down and entered a tunnel where you could literally see absolutely nothing. We followed the edge of the wall and a rope guide as we very slowly took small steps forward. Liz was behind me and had her hand on me so that she could better navigate so she wouldn’t lose me. We eventually stumbled into an illuminated giant rock with a Japanese character on it. We made some wishes and then continued through the tunnel out the other end. It was definitely cooler in the tunnel, but I wouldn’t say cold. We then walked around the temple complex a little bit more, and we purchased tickets to go into the main hall and surrounding garden area. From the main hall, you could overlook a lot of Kyoto so it had some really great views. We were pretty miserable at this point. The heat was very oppressive and we were sweating bullets. we took a couple of breaks in the shade but continued walking around the UNESCO world heritage site and surrounding gardens. We saw another pretty pagoda building and then walked down the hill to the beginning of the complex again. We then decided to continue walking down this hill through these winding ancient streets of the neighborhood called Gion. It was an absolutely beautiful old neighborhood. Supposedly it’s where the geisha are. Then we didn’t see any in person. But we did see a lot of people who had rented kimonos to get dressed up and also wear wood sandals. The idea of wearing a with wood sandals sounded absolutely terrible in this in the weather. We wondered in and out of more handy craft shops trying to take in all the air conditioning. I bought myself a hand fan as well to supplement the airflow. At one point, we were really overheating and so we just went into the next café that had indoor seating to get a cold drink. Both of us enjoyed iced teas and sat inside for maybe about 45 minutes to try and cool off. I was so hot and sweaty that my face was stinging. And I was much too sweaty to even consider reapplying sunscreen. And we were honestly a little bit too hot to even consider eating much of a lunch. Lot of Japanese food is hot, which did not sound super appealing.

We wondered through the streets of Gion for a while. We did stop to pick up a potato croquette. It was surprisingly amazingly good. It was like deep-fried twice baked potatoes. After enjoying this little snack, we decided to head back to the hotel to try and cool off and relax for the afternoon. before going into the hotel, we stopped into the next-door 7-Eleven to pick up some ice cream sandwiches. Then we came inside the air-conditioning. Enjoyed our ice cream sandwiches and cooled off for about an hour. We then took the bus up a couple of streets to go to our jewelry making workshop at a store called Glanta. We sat in a workshop booth in the store and we picked out the size, metal, texture, and finish of the rings that we wanted to make. We both chose thin silver rings with two different texture patterns. We both heated up our rings and then polished them. We then hammered them to add the texture and make them the correct size. we then polish them so that they were both a shiny polish. After that, they took the rings from us to finish the polishing and engraving on the inside. The whole process took about an hour. And now we have some friendship rings! It was a unique experience. And now we have a cool souvenir. after the ring workshop, we had a couple blocks down the street to a dinner place that we picked out. We decided to try out a highly rated shabu shabu restaurant and it was absolutely delicious. It was a tiny restaurant where they made us takeoff our shoes at the entrance. There were only eight seats in the room that we were in. I’m not sure if there was additional seating on the floor above or not. we both got Wagyu beef shabu shabu. Our waiter spoke English and explained us the Japanese style for shabu shabu. He gave us a bunch of uncooked, Wagyu beef and vegetables for us to cook ourselves in a hot pot in front of us. We also had bowls filled with some sort of sauce and onions to dip the vegetables and meat and to eat. It was absolutely delicious. Afterwards, we were given some noodles to Cook and eat as well. At the end of it, they gave us some hot tea. It’s really interesting to be a restaurant without my shoes on. I had to use the restroom afterwards, and there were a pair of provided sandals so that you didn’t have to go into the restroom, barefoot. As we were leaving, they had lined up our sandals so that we could just easily step into them and walk out the restaurant. All the people there were so nice. In fact, everybody in Japan is really nice. When you enter in their establishment and also say thank you when you leave. After this delicious dinner, we decided to walk back to the hotel. We were pretty spent for the day. About halfway back it started to sprinkle. A couple of sprinkles weren’t too bad. But pouring about three blocks away from the hotel. Then we were running to the hotel we were getting drenched. we finally made it back to the hotel and are now airing out our smelly clothes because they are soaking wet. And we have both enjoyed a well-deserved shower. And we are having a calm evening and our pajamas enjoying the air conditioning. Despite the heat, we both really enjoyed the day. Both of our feet are taking a beating. I think because of the heat and the humidity combined with all the walking we’re doing is causing a lot of rubbing and sores. We are both using a lot of Band-Aids. The shoes we brought don’t ordinarily caused problems, but I think the heat and the humidity in the walking are making it not great. We are both looking forward to our journey home in a few days, go back to Southern California where it is not humid. But in the meantime, we are both looking forward to our adventure that we have planned for tomorrow.