#i gues this is advice huh?

[starwalker03]

How do you write

How do you do the typey typey and have it word good

How do you word so englishly

You know what I mean rieueghuvt maeyfee?

Yehwhe?

Uhhhhhhhhhhh well. Look. This is a very broad way of approaching how writing happens and I am not in the right headspace (sobriety) to answer it in an articulate manner but just. Man you just gotta think real hard sometimes.

Writing is just a lot of thinking and research stacked atop itself in a trench coat.

A lot of people have said very smart things about how to write in better words than I can and they all have some form of truth in them but writing is art and art is subjective and it's different for everyone.

The one thing I can definitely say is to just know what you're writing. In many ways. Like. When I started writing I would get mad at myself for what I'd created because it wasn't right but I didn't actually know what I was wanting. I was just trying to write things and getting mad when I didn't hit that goal post but that's not a goal post that's just a fucking telephone pole you mistook because of all the fog. Why is it a telephone pole, you're supposed to be on a field? You've actually walked off the field. You didn't know where you were going.

You get me?

Be kind to yourself as a writer. If you don't know what you want don't be mad at yourself because you didn't magically do it. If you've never achieved something narratively before then it's not gonna magically happen because you threw up some words on a page. That's what drafts are for, to figure out what the hell you want when you have no idea what that thing really is.

Art is making stuff out of nothing and writing is no different. Sometimes things happen easy and sometimes they don't. Sometimes things happen and they're not what you want, but they let you figure out what it is you don't want. You can fill in the negative space from what you don't want. That's what practice is really. It's just filling pages and saying 'well that wasn't it, let's give it another crack but not do it Like That this time'.

Sometimes you find it easy, sometimes it takes time. That doesn't make you bad. That doesn't make you less of a writer. That just means you're still halfway through making the thing.

Idk I'm not @neil-gaiman

[pure-garbage]

Corrin Strikes! The Mark That Never Fades

Chapter Warnings: Violence

By the time the ship docked at a harbor safe enough for Lana to consider disembarking, she had abandoned any thought of parting with the straw hats. Luffy charmed her, Sanji swooned over her, Usopp proved even more hilarious than his captain. Nami and Zoro were still less than warm at times, but Lana didn't mind. Every day she spent free to do as she pleased was a day she couldn't find cause to complain.

For the first time, Lana realized she'd spent the last five years thinking of nothing past escaping Corrin. She didn't want to go back home. She wasn't ready to face the family she'd run away from and even if she was, the journey back was hardly an easy one. She had absolutely no idea what she wanted her newly secured future to look like. When she considered the manifold obstacles confronting her, it felt like the easiest path forward was also the best.

'You'll always be a criminal now, no matter what you do. May as well commit to it.'

The advice she'd grudgingly accepted from Zoro turned out to be, perhaps, the most influential thing anyone had ever told her.

"Well, guess this is good-bye."

Luffy's grin as they moored at the small port was exactly what Lana had come to expect from him.

"Actually, I decided to take you up on your offer. Assuming it still stands."

"Yeah? You're gonna join my crew?"

"Yeah. I'll join."

"Alriiiight!" Luffy bellowed, pumping a fist into the air and drawing the attention of the rest of the crew. "Sanji! Make sure you pick up plenty of meat in town! We've gotta have a feast tonight, okay?"

"You always find a reason to make every meal a feast," Sanji tsked. "Nami's given me a strict budget for this supply run and I'll honor her request at any cost."

"Food! Meat, meat meat!"

Luffy launched himself off the ship, chanting, closely followed by the others. Nami clapped Lana's shoulder in passing, affording her a smile that seemed warmer than any Lana had gotten from her up to that point.

"Welcome to the crew," Nami told her. "Just in time too... someone needs to watch the ship while the rest of us resupply."

"Huh? Hey, I wanna come too! What about Zoro? He's still here!" Lana protested.

"Yeah, him and his half-sliced off feet," Nami chortled with a roll of her eyes.

"But he's fine! Look, he's been working out for four hours!"

Lana pointed while Zoro ignored them and kept counting.

"... 1,372, 1,373, 1,374..."

"Hold down the fort, new kid!" Nami called back as she ran after the others.

Zoro finished his insane workout and dropped onto the deck with a soft groan and a thud that was way quieter than it should have been. Despite her annoyance at being left behind, Lana was still impressed with the control he demonstrated over his body.

Still, she crossed her arms over her chest, frowning as Zoro caught his breath.

"Is all this moving around really a good idea?" she asked. Admittedly, she was lashing out more with annoyance than worry for her newly acquired crew-mate.

"What, worried your patch job isn't up to the task?" Zoro challenged with a grin.

Lana glanced down and gulped. The silk stitches around both his ankles were intact, but still...

"I'm not a doctor," she reminded him. "They're not sutures, just stitching. They're meant to mend cloth, not flesh."

Lana felt the need to say it as a disclaimer in case the make-shift treatment didn't work as intended, but Zoro mistook her words for concern. He decided to stop teasing her.

"I'm staying off my feet," he assured her. "I won't break the stitches."

Lana puffed a little, blowing a stray lock of hair back up into it's proper place. It was true. She'd watched him exercising and he'd done an entire routine using only his arms.

"You'd better not break them," she warned. "Sewing your mangled ankles up was the grossest thing I've ever had to do, and if you think I'm doing it again, you're... you're... you're sleeping."

Zoro's only retort was a soft, gurgling snore.

Lana settled down on deck.

"Guess... I could practice if I wanted," she mused.

Lana only had one weapon, but she was in the habit of keeping it concealed. She'd swiped it nearly six months ago and hidden it well in her boot to keep Corrin from discovering it.

'It's a wonder the Baroque Works agents didn't find it. These are the best boots I've ever owned.'

She tugged the knife free. It was a balisong style blade, the very same she'd famously managed to stick a naval captain with. At the time she'd stolen it, she'd watched the vendor demonstrating the various ways you could flip it open and shut. She'd been dazzled by the display, but under Corrin's thumb, never dared try her hand at the tricks for fear that he would take away her prize.

"Alright, now..."

She swung it loosely, but still fumbled the opening and smacked her own wrist with the weighted handle.

"Ow..."

Lana lost track of time as she wrestled with the knife and her own clumsiness. Her concentration as so complete that she inadvertently blocked out the world. Every iota of her focus was invested in bending the weapon to her will.

"OW!"

A slip-up cost her some blood as the blade bit into her fingers.

"What a dangerous toy you've picked up, Avariya."

Lana's blood ran cold. Corrin's voice was right below her at her back. She turned, springing to her feet. Her old oppressor stood on the deck of a sloop, rocking gently on the waves in the shadow of the Merry.

"Corrin! How did you-"

"Escape? Well, it's a wonderful story, Avariya dear," Corrin grinned. "I'll be sure to tell it to you... after you've come with me!"

Corrin wasn't alone on the small boat, but the five men with him weren't familiar to Lana. He wasn't traveling with his usual crew.

'What happened to all the others? Are they dead? Serves them right, I hope they are!'

Corrin took a leap, launching himself onto the deck of the Merry with a resonant thud. Lana stumbled back, horror washing over her. This was a nightmare.

The rest of the men followed Corrin while he appraised his new surroundings.

"What a nice little ship," he chuckled. "Surely it can't be yours, can it?"

The savage light in his eyes alone was enough to make Lana tremble. The memory of the retribution he'd promised her for another attempt at escape...

'He won't take me. I'll die before I go with him again!'

Lana locked the knife open with both hands. All she could do was fight.

"No matter. Now, you're coming with me, Avariya!" Corrin growled. "Drop that little toy and come quietly... maybe I'll shorten the beating you're due, just by a little, if you don't give me much trouble now."

Corrin's men spread out to surround her. Lana gripped the knife like a lifeline, planted her feet firmly on the deck. With all her attention directed at her foes, she failed to notice Zoro waking. He yawned, stretched and sat up, rising cross-legged as he surveyed the scene.

"I'm not coming with you, Corrin!" Lana scowled. She was visibly shaking, but she still stood fast. Her determination was apparent to Zoro at a glance. "There's nothing you can do to make me!"

"Come on, lockbreaker!" Corrin sneered. "We've been through this enough times already! You know the outcome! Just give it up before you earn yourself an even worse beating than you already have!"

He reached for her and she slashed at him, sending him recoiling with a snarl. Zoro smirked.

"Hey Lana!" he called. "Friends of yours? You should have checked with the captain before you invited them aboard."

"The captain, eh? That you?" Corrin asked, turning his attention to Zoro.

"Nope."

"Hmph. That's too bad. If you were, I could have struck a bargain with you for Avariya."

Lana sliced a grasping hand, sending one of Corrin's hired men scrambling back cursing.

"Sorry to burst your bubble," Zoro informed him, "But even if our captain was here, there's no way in hell he'd ever hand her over to you."

"You're confident you can speak on his behalf?"

Corrin's men were closing in on Lana. Her short, erratic attacks kept them at bay, but Zoro could tell that whatever meager training she had wouldn't be enough to save her. It was only a matter of time before her resolve, firm as it was, would be overcome.

"I am," Zoro announced. "And I'll only say this once: Get off our ship."

Corrin laughed and drew his cutlass.

"Take the lockbreaker, boys. I'll deal with her new friend."

The order given, Corrin's men descended on Lana all at once.

"Hey Lana! Don't let them overwhelm you," Zoro called helpfully, not moving from his seat on the deck. "Keep your focus, your grip and your balance!"

"I don't think I had any of those things to start with!" Lana protested from somewhere within the fray.

"If I were you, I'd worry less about Avariya and more about myself," Corrin warned as he advanced.

"Hm."

Zoro unsheathed Yubashiri by an inch, but otherwise remained rooted in place as Corrin approached.

Lana wasn't faring as poorly as she'd feared and a break in the scuffle afforded her a look at Zoro's situation.

"Zoro! Don't move! You'd better not- Ah! Hands off!"

'What's she so worried about, the stitches?' Zoro wondered. His smirk deepened.

"Come on, Lana, you think I need to get on my feet to take this pathetic sack? Don't make me laugh."

"Zoro! I'm serious! Don't you- Hey, watch it jerk!"

She was starting to get on his nerves. Nami had also been insufferable in the days following his injury and he was fed up with hearing about it.

"Don't order me around!" he snapped, eyes fixed to Corrin. The Seeker captain was almost close enough to cut down. "I don't need you or anyone else fussing over me like I'm some sick puppy!"

"Roronoa! Don't... you... dare!"

Lana rolled away from the tussling men, leaving her cloak behind as she planted herself between Zoro and Corrin. Zoro fumed. If she thought she could get between him and his adversary...

Lana panted, struggling to catch her breath while the men triumphantly restrained a figure wrapped in her cloak. She met Zoro's furious glare with fiery eyes of her own.

"Corrin is mine!"

Zoro's rage quelled and his eyebrows shot up as he realized Lana had no interest in keeping him off his feet after all. She just wanted to settle the score with her former captain herself.

"My mistake," Zoro chuckled, letting Yubashiri settle back fully into her sheath. "By all means."

"Corrin! We got her!"

The men proudly displayed their captive: one of their own comrades, battered, dazed and tangled Lana's purple cloak.

"You numbskulls! Avariya's right here!" Corrin raged.

"Quick moves and sleight of hand," Zoro observed. "And here I was, thinking you were pretty much totally untrained."

"I've trained alone. I never had the benefit of instruction," Lana admitted. "But don't think for a second I'll let that stop me from getting even with this scumbag!"

Zoro didn't think that, not even for a second. He could tell easily that Corrin wasn't a warrior. Not in the same sense as Zoro, or even barely trained little Lana. The man standing before them was just another bully trying to cow the world into submission with force and fists.

"Alright then, can I at least take out these other guys? Just sitting here watching is gonna bore me to death," Zoro groaned.

"Do what you want, I don't know any of these goons. Just leave Corrin to me."

Corrin's hired hands were just starting to get a handle on what had happened. They weren't the brightest bunch.

"Oh no! Orvil! We've killed Orvil!"

"He's not dead, dummy, you just knocked him out!"

"Me?! You're the one who-"

"QUIET!" Corrin roared. "Fools!"

While Corrin berated them, Zoro took a moment to correct his crewmate.

"Don't tell me you're gonna take him on with that."

"Huh?"

Lana held up the knife like she'd forgotten she had it.

"Well..."

Zoro crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm not gonna sit here and say it's impossible for one to win a sword fight with a knife... just that you don't have the skills to pull it off," he sighed.

"Well, you're not wrong, but it's all I have," Lana protested.

"Open your eyes. Grab that Orvil guy's sword while these goons are squabbling."

"Then what? I've never even held a sword before! I have no idea how to use it!"

"The same is true of that knife. Pick up the cutlass. Training or no, it'll at least put your reach on par with your opponents'."

"I guess you're the expert," Lana admitted. She moved on the cutlass, drawing the collective gazes of their foes.

"Crap!"

"Get her and let's get going!" Corrin barked, mobilizing his men.

Behind Lana, Zoro stood and drew a single sword.

"If you want your fight, take it," he told her. "I'll clear out the riff-raff."

Just the thought of Zoro's feet made Lana's stomach turn, but she had her own battle to face.

"Corrin! Let's end this!" she declared.

As Zoro engaged the others, Lana stared down the man who had sworn to hunt her to the ends of the earth. She pulled at the sash on her wrist, yanking it up her arm to fully reveal the mark she'd been branded with years before.

"Today... You're taking this mark back!"

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== First Chapter ==

[skyrettes]

had a good time, huh?

Kenny

Belum sempet gue jalan ke pinggir buat duduk di trotoar, tiba-tiba suara berat itu bikin gerakan gue sukses terhenti.

"Had a good time, huh?"

Gue noleh kesamping dimana sosok Maren tengah duduk di atas motor miliknya. Jujur gue bingung kenapa harus berurusan sama cowok kembar kayak mereka.

Tanpa pikir panjang gue langsung jalan ngedeket kearah dia terus dengan reflek tangan gue mukul dadanya sampe dia ngaduh kesakitan.

"Aww... What the fuck are you doing..." katanya sambil ancang-ancang buat ngindarin gue seolah gue bakal ngasih pukulan berikutnya.

"Airpods gue mana cepet!" seru gue yang bikin dia buru-buru nyari sesuatu dari dalem tasnya. Begitu benda kecil itu ada ditangannya, dengan cepat gue rampas begitu aja.

"That was really hurt actually." katanya Maren dengan nada yang sedikit melas.

"Sorry." jawab gue singkat sambil masukin airpods itu kedalem tas gue.

Maren kembali make helm punyanya terus nyalain mesin motornya. Yang bikin gue ngerutin alis adalah waktu dia tiba-tiba nyodorin helm lain ke gue.

"Apaan?"

"Balik sama gue."

Gue diem bentar sambil liatin tangan dia yang masih setia didepan gue.

"Gue nggak mau balik." jawab gue sambil mata gue yang teralih fokus kearah wajahnya yang tertutup helm hingga menyisakan matanya saja.

"I'll take you somewhere." katanya.

Sempet ada sedikit keraguan di hati gue, karena gue takut dia bakal bawa gue ke tempat aneh-aneh. Bukannya menaruh kecurigaan, cuma sebagai cewek gue punya hak buat curiga ke siapapun.

"Cepetan dong, tangan gue pegel nih."

Tanpa pikir panjang gue pun langsung mengambil helm yang dia sodorin terus jalan kearah jok belakang motornya buat naik.

Nggak ada percakapan apapun yang terjadi diantara kita selama perjalanan. Maren membawa motornya dengan tenang hingga akhirnya kita berhenti di lampu merah.

"Lo mau bawa gue kemana?" celetuk gue karena rasa penasaran yang gue simpen sejak tadi.

"Nanti juga lo tau."

Motornya terus melaju ke arah jalan yang nggak gue tau kemana. Jalanan itu menghantarkan kita pada sebuah tempat ramai penuh dengan lampu dan juga bising.

Pukul 6 sore menjadi waktu yang pas untuk menikmati tempat ini karena pengunjungnya yang semakin bertambah.

"Welcome to my comfort place." ujar Maren sambil berjalan mendahului gue.

Gue menyunggingkan senyum lebar lalu berlari mendekat kearah Maren yang lagi berdiri didepan stand penjual makanan.

Tempat ini cukup asing bagi gue karena jujur ini pertama kalinya ada orang yang ngajak gue pergi ke pasar malem.

Maren membeli beberapa makanan yang gue tau juga apa namanya dan beberapa juga yang nggak gue kenal. Gue terus mengikuti langkahnya hingga kita sampai didepan penjual permen kapas.

"Lo mau beli ini?" tanya gue ke Maren yang diangguki.

"Dua ya, Pak." katanya pada Bapak penjual yang tak lupa disambut juga dengan senyuman ramahnya.

Setelah dapetin banyak bungkusan makanan dan dua permen kapas yang gue pegang, gue masih terus mengikuti langkahnya hingga kita berdua berhenti didepan bianglala yang berputar.

"Are you joking?" tanya gue yang dibalas gelengan.

Maren masuk lebih dahulu sambil mengisyaratkan gue buat ikut masuk juga.

"Come in." katanya.

Gue nggak takut ketinggian, cuma gue sedikit mengkhawatirkan keamanan bianglala ini ketika berputar nantinya. Ntar kalo tiba-tiba kita berdua jatoh gimana?

"Jangan cemen deh." celetuk Maren yang akhirnya bikin gue ketrigger.

Gue masuk kedalam bianglala itu dan duduk berhadapan sama Maren yang lagi senyum penuh kemenangan kearah gue.

"Gue nggak cemen." kata gue yang bikin dia ketawa.

Begitu bianglala itu mulai berputar, dengan reflek gue memegang tangan Maren yang bikin tatapan kita akhirnya bertemu. Sialan.

"Relax."

Ketika bianglalanya mulai berputar teratur, gue pun melepas tautan tangan kita sambil berdehem kecil.

"Lo tau tempat ini darimana?" tanya gue sambil memakan telur gulung yang dia sodorin ke gue.

"Ketemu aja pas lagi muter-muter." jawabnya.

Untuk ukuran cowok modis kayak dia, gue lumayan kaget comfort place Maren adalah tempat kayak ini. Bukan mau ngejudge by looksnya, cuma kalo dilihat dari cowok yang gue temuin pasti tempat nongkrong mereka nggak jauh-jauh dari PIM sama Starbucks, atau nggak ya cafe-cafe gitu.

"Lo tadi abis ngapain sama Martin?"

Gue kembali menerima makanan lain yang dia sodorin sambil memperhatikan view dari dalam bianglala yang ternyata keliatan keren banget.

"Ngobrol aja sih. Ah iya, tumbenan lo berdua nggak parkir di satu tempat?"

Bukannya jawab pertanyaan gue, ini cowok malah fokus sama makanannya. Kalo diliat-liat sih kayaknya emang ada masalah, apalagi gue tadi sempet liat tweetan ini cowok yang agak aneh.

"Lo nggak bonyok kan?" tanya gue sambil dengan reflek menyentuh wajahnya buat nyari luka lebam.

"Nggak ada." jawab Maren singkat.

Dengan sengaja gue menoyor jidatnya setelah dia bilang gitu yang otomatis bikin dia berdecak sebal.

"Ya siapa tau kalian tonjok-tonjokan gitu?" kata gue nyoba dukung tindakan gue yang nyentuk wajahnya tanpa izin.

Dari ekspresi wajahnya gue rasa masalah mereka agaknya emang serius. Martin juga tadi keliatan nggak seceria biasanya.

"It's too complicated. Semua ini gara-gara gue-"

"Gue nggak nyuruh lo cerita." Potong gue yang justru dihadiahi plototan mata sama Maren.

"Okay, lanjut." suruh gue.

Dengan sedikit nggak berdosa gue ngambil makanan dari tangannya buat gue makan sambil nyimak apa yang bakal dia ceritain.

"Waktu itu gue pernah cerita sama lo kalo gue pernah deket sama cewek cancer, kan?" gue mengangguk mengiyakan ucapannya.

"Namanya Yara. Gue kenal sama dia waktu masih awal SMA. Long story short, kita deket tapi dia mutusin buat berhenti kontakan sama gue,"

"And then she's end up with your brother." tambah gue yang Maren angguki.

"Gue baru tau fakta setelah ketemu sama Yara beberapa hari yang lalu soal hubungannya sama Martin. Mereka pacaran, dan gue baru tau hal itu."

Entah udah berapa putaran bianglala ini hingga gue nggak sempet menghitungnya karena sibuk memperhatikan Maren yang bercerita.

"Terus yang bikin lo ribut sama Martin apa?" tanya gue.

"Martin pikir selama ini gue bersikap jahat sama Yara ataupun Claire. Dia ngecap gue sebagai cowok brengsek karena pergi ninggalin mereka berdua tanpa alasan yang jelas, padahal ada fakta lainnya."

"Gue sama Claire kenal karena kayak yang lo tau Claire is Ela's cousin, sedangkan gue sama Ela temenan dari lama banget. Gue sama Claire udah kenal jauh sebelum gue kenal sama Yara, tapi dia ngejauh dari gue setelah tau gue deket sama cewek lain. Claire balik lagi waktu denger gue udah nggak deket sama Yara lagi, dan disitulah permasalahan dimulai."

"Ketika gue deket sama Claire, gue tau prinsip dia buat deket sama orang lain itu bukan untuk serius, tapi cuma sebagai bahan pamer kalo dia punya gue. Sebagai orang yang punya prinsip dalam hubungan, gue nggak suka sama hal yang dia lakuin ke gue dan akhirnya gue milih buat ngejauh dari dia. And surprisedly, dia deketin adek gue sampe jadian."

"Dan yang bikin gue marah adalah, Claire bikin cerita palsu soal gue dan ceritain semua ke Martin kalo gue adalah cowok brengsek. Martin marah sama gue karena dia pikir I treat them like a shit, padahal aslinya nggak gitu. Puncaknya adalah beberapa hari yang lalu ketika gue bilang ke Martin kalo Claire yang bikin kita jadi kayak gini. Then yeah, he doesn't believe me."

Gue bener-bener speechless saat itu juga. Emang bener kita nggak boleh menilai orang lain dari covernya aja. To be honest, waktu pertama kali liat Claire di bioskop waktu itu, gue ngerasa dia punya vibes yang kalem dan juga dewasa also good attitude. Tapi ternyata...

"Terus kenapa selama ini lo tetep bersikap baik sama dia kalo lo tau dia ngarang cerita?"

Maren menenggak air mineralnya lalu kemudian tertawa.

"Gue juga baru tau waktu ribut sama Martin." jawabnya.

Gue cuma diem doang karena nggak tau mau ngasih saran apa soalnya menurut gue sisi cerita dari Claire sendiri juga patut didenger, dengan alasan apa dia ngelakuin ini ke Maren.

"Well, I have no idea what kind advice should I give to you."

Martin ngedikin bahunya singkat sambil meminum kembali air mineralnya.

"No, it's okay. Gue cuma pengen cerita aja ke lo." katanya.

"Kenapa lo cerita ke gue?" tanya gue kembali.

"Because you are the only one who's not gonna judge me."

[l-resonant-l]

Today’s To Do List (personal goals):

- write organized bits on Peter Pan story

- write piece on belief and reality

- read the 4th amendment

? Uhhh. Huh. Well I gues I don’t remember exactly what that ones about and I want to know what you’re talking about I guess I will.

- lie

... I don’t understand what you mean but I guess I’ll add it to the list.

- look up classic love poem format for my poem I want to write about being in love with smoke from distant fires. And when I get to the part where I say I’m not in love with the fires themselves I’ll break the format.

- continue my lists of fun words to use. Each list is a different voices/tones you can have in a story, the words listed within are what help create said voice.

- put quote from mom and what I think about it in my book of advice from teenage me’s writing and stuff. (Going through old writing and organizing it into advice book. Can’t use current thoughts and writing because I’m just barely not a teenager anymore) the quote “When you give something you’re giving up control of it” and I feel like a lot of people don’t fully understand that. (The book is titled Teensplaining (C) btw)

I’ll add more things later.

Oh! I forgot to mention, the words in italics are from the static.

[rumpikerzzzworld]

MENJAJAL TRIAL RUN MRT JEKARDAH

Gahhh it's finally here!! Jakarta finally gak ngemeng doang!! MRT happened!!

First of All, I want to apologize to Pak Jokowi dan Pak BTP, bcs I was skeptical that MRT would definitely happen in Jakarta as I was kinda traumatized with a bunch of unfinished development in Jakarta such as waterway and monorail. Salute!! Angkat topi untuk beliau berdua. Duo terhebat se-Indonesia so far!!

Short-History

Just fyi, MRT sudah direncakan sejak tahun 1980-an, sejak tahun tersebut sudah dilakukan lebih dari dua puluh lima studi terkait dengan pembangunan MRT di Jakarta. (Kebanyakan teori tapi gak implementasi, wkwk). Jadi, baru benar-benar dieksekusi pada tanggal 10 Oktober 2013.

Negara-negara maju sudah membangun MRT dari jaman kita masih dijajah. Jadi, sepertinya gak apple to apple kalau membandingkan sistem public transportation mereka yang sudah sangat maju. So, let's compare to our neighbour countries: Singapore and Malaysia.

MRT in Singapore began operation in 1987 with just five station with 6 km long. Jadi, mereka sudah punya MRT sekitar 31 tahun. Nyicil bangun MRT dan sekarang sudah punya 8 line dengan 184 stasiun. Sampai sekarang mereka pun masih merencanakan dan membagun rute selanjutnya.

Malaysia dan Indonesia mungkin sedang balap-balapan membagun MRT. Malaysia juga baru mengoperasikan MRT line 9 sejak tahun 2016, line tersebut mebentang sepanjang 51 km. Sekarang mereka sedang membangun dua line lainnya yang akan segera beroperasi beberapa tahun kedepan.

Comparing Experience

Sebelumnya gue sudah pernah mencoba menaiki MRT di dua negara yaitu: Singapore dan Korea. MRT Singapore line nya lebih simpel dan cepat gampang dihafal ketimbang line di Korea yang sudah lebih menjelimet. Untuk fasilitas kurang lebih sama-sama sangat baik dan apik. Stasiun-stasiunnya sangat nyaman dan terintegrasi dengan baik. Dikarenakan line mereka sudah banyak, jadi sudah banyak titik-titik stasiun yang menjadi tempat transit. Pas lagi transit, berasa olahraga banget sih, karena jauh dan jalannya panjang. Tapi, dinikmati aja sih sekalian olahraga.

Perbedaannya di stasiun di kedua negara tersebut, di Singapore stasiunnya cenderung bersih dari iklan-iklan maupun store di dalam stasiun. Sedangkan stasiun di Korea, ladangnya iklan dimana-mana dan selalu ada retail seperti skin care store, coffeshop, clothing store, shoes store, dan lain sebagainya. Jadi konsep stasiunnya bisa buat sekalian shopping.

Back to Jakarta, trial run MRT diselenggarakan pada tanggal 12-23 Maret 2019 untuk umum. Rute yang gue naikin yaitu Dukuh Atas-Lebak Bulus. Gue belum paham ada berapa pintu masuk maupun keluar. Kalau di Korea ada nomor untuk masuk atau exit nya. Jadi, misalnya gue mau naik dari utara yaitu lewat exit 2, jadi gak perlu muter dan jalan jauh-jauh karena keterbatasan pintu masuk ke stasiun. Di atas stasiun disediakan pula lift untuk penumpang prioritas. Gue sempat mencoba lift ini ketika keluar dari stasiun, entah gak disediakan AC atau sedang dimatikan, but it's hot inside the lift. Sedangkan ketika masuk, gue lewat tangga yang kalo menurut gue cukup curam. Disamping tangga, ada eskalator buat naik keatas. Jadi, kalau bawa barang banyak especially kayak koper (yang mana distasiun MRT korea dan singapore banyak turis yang bawa koper) lebih baik naik lift.

Mungkin karena ini sedang masa uji coba, ada metal detector sebelum masuk ke dalam gate MRT. Entah ini akan ada seterusnya atau enggak. Tapi mungkin biar lebih aman, untuk seterusnya memang sebaiknya ada metal detector di gate sebelum masuk MRT.

Selama trial run, gate tap card nya belum dioperasikan. Jadi, kita masuk manual pakai sticker. Bentuk gate nya kurang lebih sama kayak gate transjakarta ataupun KRL. Di dalam stasiun dukuh atas sudah mulai banyak iklan, untuk stasiunnya so far masih terawat dan bersih, bentuknya kurang lebih mirip seperti stasiun di Singapore.

Memasuki ke dalam keretanya, gak diragukan lagi sangat nyaman dan tentunya lebih nyaman dari KRL. Guncangannya pun halus dan berasa lajunya sangat cepat. Memasuki stasiun Asean, udah mulai keluar dari tunnel dan naik ke jalur layang. Pas keluar itu yang tadinya gelap lewat tunnel terus terang keluar dari tunnel, people on the train couldnt help but screaming because they enjoyed it so much as if we were riding a roller coaster lmao. Sepanjang perjalanan melalui jalur layang, pemandangannya oke punya, berasa di negara agak lebih maju dikit dari ber-flower. Beda experience sama pemandangan naik KRL ataupun kereta bandara.

Sesampainya di stasiun akhir yaitu lebak bulus, penumpang langsung turun dan banyak yang langsung ke rute sebaliknya untuk balik ke arah semula. Entah karena AC nya tidak dinyalakan atau memang gak ada AC, ruangan dibawah stasiun lebak bulus cukup panas, cuma ada kipas angin besar di beberapa titik.

Overall, based on my experience of trying MRT Jakarta, untuk keretanya okay banget, tapi suara announcement untuk pemberhentiannya kurang anu. Untuk fasilitas stasiun masih kurang lengkap dan gak senyaman stasiun di negara tetangga. Mungkin karena budgetnya juga nge-pas bahkan cenderung kurang, jadi ya yang penting-penting aja dulu yang ada. Tapi, stasiunnya jauh lebih baik daripada stasiun commuter line. Untuk kedepannya semoga bakal banyak improvisasi untuk penyempurnaan fasilitas. Selama naik MRT, banyak orang-orang yang udah experience naik MRT di negara lain. Untuk rombongan gue, kami comparing it to MRT in Singapore, Korea, and Japan. Sedangkan orang-orang di sebelah gue ada yang comparing to America's. Seru juga experiencing MRT Jakarta sambil menilai perbedaan fasilitas di tiap-tiap negara.

Additional

Pembangunan MRT ini banyak menimbulkan pro dan kontra. But i dont buy negative opinion from people who dont contribute to improve public transport, theyr'e nothing other than just contributor to traffic. Public transport adalah investasi untuk masa mendatang, sekarang rugi but let's see what we will get in the future. I dont want to spend my whole life stuck in Jakarta's traffic. This needs to be stopped. Bagusnya tanggapan dari Pak Jokowi mengenai opini those said people was he said yang namanya transportasi massa ya rugi. He's a clever man. Today or in the near future mungkin masih akan tetap rugi, but let's see in the far future. Efisiensi waktu sehingga tidak banyak waktu yang banyak terbuang dijalan sehingga orang-orang bisa lebih produktif might be able to boost our economy.

Seriously though, selama gue traveling di Singapore dan Korea waktu gue berasa lebih panjang dan banyak hal yang bisa dilakuin. Mudah banget pergi ke satu tempat dan ke tempat lainnya. Gak stress karena jalanan macet. Bisa bikin plan banyak banget dalam sehari!! Hidup jadi lebih bermakna (wqwq lebay).

Bagi orang yang ngoceh-ngoceh orang gak bakal mau beralih ke transportasi publik karena lebih prefer naik kendaraan sendiri. Huh seriously what do you want dude? Beberapa tahun belakangan kalau ngobrol masalah macet Jakarta, banyak orang yang biasa bawa kendaraan sendiri bilang bahwa mereka mau naik public transport asalkan dibenahi, nyaman, dan tepat waktu. Nah, sekarang sudah mulai disediakan dan dibenahi but you still dont budge. Just enjoy your ride with your private vehicle because later when public transportation is already 10 steps further away, another policy will be made for sure for forcing people to take public transport. Contohnya kayak ERP, tarif parkir yang mahal, pajak kendaraan yang mahal, dan harga kendaraan yang mahal sehingga cuma orang-orang yang bener-bener kaya doang yang bisa beli mobil biar jalanan kosong. And you guys will keep screaming "Pemerintah cuma berpihak sama orang kaya doang". Duh, so what do you want? Lmaoo. Gak ada habisnya kan? So, untuk pemerintah just keep going in building public transportation. Toh di setiap kebijakan selalu ada pro dan kontra. Public transport also means people sacrificing themselves to jostle on it, rather than sacrificing their life to be stuck on traffic which wasting their precious time. Kalau nurutin ego sendiri yang maunya enak dan nyaman terus, ya masalah kemacetan gak akan pernah teratasi.

I'm interested in studying transportation too. If only ada yang mau membiayai studiku di luar negeri, i will repay this country with my best advice and implementation to reach what people have been dreaming of. Haha! So yeah, I wish the best for public transportation in Jakarta and Indonesia as a whole. Makanya harus pinter cari administrator publik yang bisa implementasi dengan baik *uhuk* okay i need to stop talking. Bye!

-mels-

[hansolqueen]

Café [Mingyu drabble]

Mingyu x Reader

A/N: I had been stuck at the first 3 paragraphs before I was able to continue on.... gehhhh it was so hard squeezing this out. Hope you guys like it!

The smell of coffee was strong as the machine brewed the fresh batch of beans. Mingyu started sneezing into his hand and proceeded to wipe it on his apron. He quickly created the desired drink of his first customer of the day.

"Seokmin! I'm calling for a Seokmin here!" Mingyu called out into the cafe as a boy his age stood up to get the drink from him.

He sighed and proceeded with the pending two orders of the morning customers. The rush slowly died down as the many customers left to their own jobs and classes.

It was close to noon when you entered the cafe, ready to order your go-to drink. As always, Mingyu stood by the counter, prepared to take your order. His face lit up as he saw you approaching.

"One iced chocolate, please, but you knew anyway," you chuckled to yourself, as you observed Mingyu starting on your order right after you said 'please'.

"Yes, of course! With the number of times you visit within a week, I'd definitely be able to guess when you have classes too," Mingyu said with a smile.

"Oh my, you sure have loads of time on your hands, huh?"

Unable to give a direct answer for that, Mingyu just gave you a sheepish smile and mumbled to himself. He sent you off with your drink and watched as you sat down across the entrance of the cafe.

You took out your tablet and began going through the notes you took down during lecture that morning. Mingyu looked on as you became more focused, occasionally sipping from your cup from time to time.

Mingyu sighed. He had missed his chance to ask you out, yet again. Constantly seeing you at work, he began to grow feelings for you. He loved how hardworking you were. How your face would scrunch up when you read something that didn't make sense or how it would look stressed when tests came up.

Hansol noticed Mingyu staring off again and didn't have to see where he was looking at to know what or who had his attention. "Yo, dude, you better go up to her and just ask her out."

Mingyu flinched in surprise at the sudden voice behind him. Upon realising it was just his colleague, he brushed it off and said that it just wasn't the right timing for it.

"There you go again about 'right timing'. Look, you won't know she's about to go out on a date the next day with someone you don't know. It's now or never," Hansol spoke up before going about his duties.

Paying no mind to his advice, Mingyu decided that he would ask you out the next shift which was tomorrow. Unbeknownst to him, what Hansol had said came true.

The following evening, you were in a secluded part of the cafe. You could be seen giggling uncontrollably with a guy who looked a few years older than you. Mingyu was appalled to see the sight of the guy approaching you and taking a seat across from you during his shift. He just couldn't believe it.

"Told ya," Hansol teased as he walked by to his stand and ringed up the rainbow cake that a customer ordered.

Taking matters into his own hands, Mingyu called up your name in an effort to get a chance to speak to you. He had prepared your favorite drink beforehand.

Unsure about the situation, you approached the pick-up counter to see a flustered Mingyu holding a cup with your name on it. I didn't order a drink, you thought to yourself as you neared him.

Without a moment's notice, Mingyu pulled you away to the break room. He knew that it was a bad thing to do and it would probably piss you off but he had to do it. He kissed you.

Perplexed, you tried to push him off of you. However, Mingyu had already taken his lips off of yours and said a sentence that got your heart racing. "I like you."

You stared at him. Mingyu freaked out as he let go of you and walked to the other side of the room, saying that he was sorry over and over again. What he didn't notice was the smile that had formed on your lips as you approached him.

As he heard your footsteps getting closer, he closed his eyes ready to take any impact but not expecting to be pulled down and kissed on the cheek. He gasped and the 'sorry's that fell from his mouth stopped. "I was waiting for you to say that."

"What?" Mingyu was baffled, "Wait. Then, who's the guy you were talking to?"

"My brother!" you laughed aloud, pinching his cheeks.

"Oh... Well, I gue-"

A bang was heard on the door to the room as a voiced accompanied it, demanding Mingyu to serve the line of customers. The two looked at each other, to the door and back at each other. Smiling, you said, "You better go out there now. We'll talk later."

"Sure!" a full-blown grin graced Mingyu's features before he sauntered out the door with you in tow.

Hansol who had seen the scene unfold before him, snickered behind the counter as he prepared the next batch of pastries for the following day.

[im-too-old-for-bts]

Instincts (Taehyung X Reader Oneshot)

Pairings: Taehyung X Reader

Genre: Smut, bit of angst i guess

Word Count: 3670

Summary: While Jin seems oblivious to your attempts at flirting, someone else has definitely taken notice...

AN: To the fellow noona who requested this particular topic: why do you hurt me so? Please have some consideration for my poor nerves. Seriously though, thank you so much for this request! This was such a nice topic and seeing as my patronus is Kim Taehyung I had no choice but to start with this one. I hope you like reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Masterlist

“It’s in my room. You should come see it.”

Your eyes widen at Jin’s words, the knife in your hand frozen above the fruit on the chopping board on the counter before you.

Sitting on a stool across the counter from you, Jungkook pauses with a chip halfway to his mouth, his eyes darting to yours.

On the couch behind him, Jimin’s head whips around to look at you and out of the corner of your eye Taehyung emerges from the fridge, a bottle of water in one hand and an amused look on his face.

Was it finally happening? After months of flirting, was Jin finally making a move?

Your eyes shoot between Jungkook’s open-mouthed stare and Jimin’s look of disbelief. Behind you, you can feel Taeyhyung’s gaze boring a hole into the back of your head.

The three of them were the only ones who knew about your feelings for Jin.

Well, to be honest, the three of them were the only ones who were unashamed to openly speak to you about your feelings for Jin. To your embarrassment, everyone else seemed just as knowledgeable about your feelings – everyone, that is, except Jin.

“Noona, you have to be a little more…” Jimin had said one day after you had tried particularly hard to catch Jin’s attention.

“Aggressive,” Jungkook had finished promptly.

“Aggressive?” you had repeated, awkwardly lowering yourself down to the couch, your tight dress not leaving much room for anything other than the occasional breath. “Look what I’m wearing. The only way this could be more aggressive was if it transparent.”

“Noona, I don’t know why you don’t just ask him out,” Taehyung had said  as he had settled down next to you on the couch.

“Oh, my sweet, beautiful child,” you had sighed, reaching up to run your fingers lovingly across the smooth, warm skin of his cheek. “So young. So naïve.”

“You’re only a couple of years older than us,” Taehyung had said, trying to bite at your hand. “The truth is you’re just too scared to ask him out, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you had admitted, pulling your hand away from Taehyung’s snapping teeth. “So I’ll just do what I always do: stare at the person I’m attracted to until they become uncomfortable.”

“Just be yourself, noona” Jimin had said, trying not to smile. “I’m sure he’ll realize what’s going on soon enough.”

That had been pretty solid advice. The only problem was, over the past two years that you had gotten to know the guys you’d only ever been yourself. You had first met them after you had moved into their apartment building.

You had been working as an au pair for the family that lived next door to them and you had seen them several times around the building.

The first few times had been incredibly harrowing. At first you had only seen Namjoon and Jin. The two of them alone had been enough to set you on edge. By the time you realized there were seven of them wandering around, you were barely clinging to sanity.

How were you supposed to concentrate on work when you kept bumping into seven unfairly attracted men as you begged a screaming three-year old not to pee on someone’s welcome mat? Luckily, they had all turned out to be incredibly friendly. And since you were all so close in age, you had instantly gotten along with all of them. You had made friends with Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung first, mostly due to Taehyung’s uncanny ability with children. It was thanks to him that several urine-related disasters had been avoided.

But Jin was the one that had caught your eye. He had been especially easy to get along with. It only took two conversations and one movie night with the guys for you to dive headlong into a crush. At first you had attempted to ignore your attraction to him. But as time passed and your friendship with the guys grew, so did your attraction to Jin.

When you had finally made a concentrated effort to start flirting with him, it had been a train wreck.

“Painful to watch,” Taehyung often said. “Just painful. Both of you are so inept. It’s like a train wreck happening on top of another train wreck.”

“And then a giant boulder falling on the two wrecks,” Jungkook had helpfully added.

“Yes, thank you,” you had said tightly to them. “Now that we know what it looks like, how do we make it better?”

The three youngest were the only ones you felt comfortable enough to talk to about this. It was difficult to feel embarrassed around them, given their boundless enthusiasm for just about everything. Jungkook and Jimin were especially eager to help; Taehyung less so.

He would often just sit and listen to you speak, an amused look on his face. He was also always ready to dole out wildly unhelpful advice.

“You make it better by scrapping the whole thing and moving to a new track,” Taehyung had said with a shrug. “New track, new train, new possibilities.”

“No, don’t listen to him,” Jimin had said, shooting Taehyung a look. “He’s just being funny.”

  “Let’s go have a look,” Jin says, climbing to his feet.

Your thoughts snap back to the present and you put the knife down as calmly as possible. You ignore the thrilled look Jungkook shoots Jimin and you follow Jin down the passage and into his room.

You’re grateful that Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi aren’t here to witness this. Any of the three of them would probably have been able to tell you exactly what to do to grab Jin’s attention. But they were too respectful to just butt in with unsolicited advice, and you were too embarrassed to ask them about it.

Who keeps a cookbook in their room? You wonder, excitement beginning to bubble in your stomach. Surely it was just an excuse to get you alone? What would he do when you got alone? Make a dramatic declaration while pushing you up against the closed door?

Your mind cycles pleasantly through the many scenarios you had envisioned happening between the two of you. Jin throwing you on the bed and ravishing you; Jin ripping your clothes off and pushing you onto the floor; Jin’s naked body as he-

Your unfocused gaze ambles up to Jin’s face where he gives you an impatient look from the doorway to his room.

“Quickly,” he says softly and your heart skips several beats.

When you get into the room Jin closes the door with a snap and gives you a serious look, his back to the door. Your mind begins to fog over as he steps closer to you. You can see the fine hair of his eyelashes and your lips part slightly in anticipation of the coming kiss.

Oh god, it’s happening.

“I need to hide it from Yoongi,” Jin mutters, stepping around you and kneeling before his bookshelf.

“Yes,” you breathe, your eyes fluttering closed.

Wait, what?

The foggy, tense excitement you’re feeling melts away and your eyes fly open just in time to see Jin pull a large cookbook out from the bottom shelf and take it to the bed.

“He’s a really good cook and if he gets his hands on this he’ll threaten my reputation as the best chef in the house,” Jin says, setting the book on his lap and patting the bed next to him. “Come see. This book is amazing.”

You move slowly to the bed and sit down stiffly next to Jin. Heat floods your face, but Jin is too absorbed in the book to notice. He moves half it onto your lap so you can get a better view.

“Okay,” he says, starting from the beginning. “Look at this. It begins with a little story about the author.”

Twenty minutes later you walk out of Jin’s room with your face still pink and a feeling of hopeless mortification slithering through your body.

Of course he wasn’t taking you to his room to have his dirty way with you. He really did just want to show you that stupid cookbook.

The only reason you had managed to escape the room was to tell him you needed the bathroom. Considering how slowly he had been paging through the book and how excited he had been to show you all the recipes, you would probably still be awkwardly sitting there several hours from now if you hadn’t made an excuse to leave.

When you had said you needed the bathroom Jin had responded with an absent, “hmm,” his full attention on a new recipe he had come across.

“I can do this,” you had heard him mumble under his breath when you had left the room. “I’ll need to check the ingredients and see if…”

You had closed the door softly and had taken a deep, rattling breath as you stood staring morosely down the passageway.

You didn’t want to return to the kitchen, not yet. You’d have to tell Jungkook and Jimin about what had happened and you could already see the barely-contained laughter on their faces.

Instead, you head for the nearest open door and collapse onto the bed before you. The room is neat and there’s a familiar, pleasant smell in the air but you can’t place it. You roll onto your back and stare up at the ceiling. “Fuck me,” you whisper to yourself.

Clearly there was a lot about this situation that you needed to re-evaluate.

“Noona?” You lift your head slightly off the pillow and see Taehyung enter the room. “What are you doing in my room?”

“Dying,” you respond bleakly, your head lolling back against the pillow and your gaze back on the ceiling.

Taehyung closes the door quietly and moves to lie down next to you on the bed, the pleasant smell suddenly becoming much stronger.

“That bad, huh?” he says, his gaze on the ceiling too. “Was it too much spit? Hyung looks like he’d be a spitty kisser.”

“No,” you say with a sigh. “I mean, I don’t know. He could be a spitty kisser. But I didn’t get a chance to find out.”

“Just went straight to business?” he asks, looking surprised. “I would not have guessed that from Jin-hyung.”

“Not that either,” you mumble.

Taehyung stills. “Are you telling me he actually showed you a cookbook?”

“Yes.”

“Wow,” you can hear from Taehyung’s voice that the amused look is back on his face.

“I’m just going to leave it,” you say, closing your eyes. “It’s just not meant to be. He’s the wrong tree and I’m definitely the wrong dog.”

“Jungkook and Jimin are going to try to convince you to keep going,” Taehyung says. “They’ll say you just have to try a little harder.”

“No, fuck that,” you mutter, turning your head to look at him. After a second he turns his head to return your look. “You’re not going to try to convince me, though?”

“Nope,” he says, giving you a smile that could melt a glacier. “I never thought the two of you would make a good couple.”

“I thought we did,” you say miserably. “Right tree, right dog. Turns out…”

“Wrong tree, wrong dog,” Taehyung finishes, amusement back in his voice. “Don’t worry, your tree is out there and it’s closer than you think. Too bad you don’t have the best instincts when it comes to romance or you might have found it by now.”

“How dare you,” you say, reaching up to flick his nose. “I have the best instincts about all the romantic crap.”

Taehyung catches your hand as you move it back down to your side.

“I don’t think so,” he murmurs, bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing the back of it.

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the goose bumps that erupt over your arms at the feeling of his soft, warm lips against your skin.

You needed to pull yourself together. Taehyung was just being is normal, flirty self and you were being oversensitive.

“Is that to try to make me feel better?” you ask drily. “Because even a kiss from a prince charming like you won’t magically transform this awkward situation.”

Taehyung chuckles, his mouth still close enough to your hand that you can feel his lips brush softly against your skin. “So dramatic,” he says. “I wanted to show you how bad your instincts were.”

Your brows furrow together. “How does that sho-”

Before you can finish your sentence, Taehyung’s mouth leave the back of your hand and he takes one of your fingers and slowly slides it into his mouth.

Your mouth falls open as your body leaps to respond. The feeling of Taehyung’s warm tongue slowly sliding over your finger makes the muscles below your waist reflexively clench and the neat little room suddenly feels very hot and small.

“Taehyung,” you begin your voice slightly deeper than normal and a slight note of panic in your voice. You clear your throat lightly and try again, your eyes glued to the way your finger emerges wetly from his mouth.

“Tae,” you say, only this time your voice is even lower and instead of more words coming out of your mouth, your tongue darts out and you lick your lips, staring at his lips until your fingertip emerges slowly from his mouth.

Yes, noona?” he asks, shifting closer to you.

“We should…” you trail off as Taehyung leans forward, his nose rubbing softly over yours and his mouth almost painfully close to yours.

“What should we do?” he asks, his lips pressing softly against yours.

“Not… like…”

“Not like that?” he murmurs, pressing his mouth harder against yours. “Like this?”

The tip of his tongue teases its way between your lips and when it slowly slides it into your mouth you give up all rational thought and throw your arms around his neck, propelling yourself forward and tighter against his body.

Taehyung rolls you onto your back and stretches out on top of you, his mouth moving hotly over yours. After a few moments he sits up suddenly, breaking the kiss and causing you to let out a small noise of protestation.

“Do you like kissing me, noona?” he asks, looking down at you while he unbuttons your shirt.

“God help me, yes,” you say breathlessly. Taehyung’s fingers brush against your stomach as he undoes your shirt. “You’re undressing me,” you say, blinking up at him. “Why?”

“Right tree,” he says with a smirk. “Right dog.”

“Tae,” you whisper, reality biting at you. “I just got massively rejected by someone. If we do this, it will be like I’m taking advantage of you. Like I’m desperately looking for any sort of… anything… from anyone.”

“I’ve spent the last two years desperately looking for any sort of anything from you,” Taehyung replies softly. “If anyone’s taking advantage of what’s happened, it’s me.”

His fingers pause on your buttons. “Do you want me to stop?”

Your eyes stay locked on his and you hold your breath as your mind races through the possibilities of what was about to happen.

“No,” you eventually breathe, colour seeping back into your cheeks.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Taehyung sighs, leaning forward to bury his face in your neck. “I knew from the first moment I saw you that if anyone was going to be with you, it was going to be me.”

He finishes unbuttoning your shirt and his hands move slowly up and down your torso.

“I kept hoping Jin-hyung wouldn’t notice you flirting with him,” he whispers into your neck, his hands cupping around your breasts. You sigh at the feeling of his long fingers grazing softly over your nipples. “And he never did. I’m glad I’m the one that gets to see if my theory is true.”

“Theory?” you breathe, your skin starting to tingle as Taehyung’s lips begin to move slowly from your neck and down to your chest.

“Theory, yes,” he says, nuzzling your nipple through the thing material of your bra. “My theory is that you are someone who is very loud in bed.”

Taehyung’s tongue begins to lap slowly over your nipple through the fabric of your bra. “Am I right?” he asks, his tongue hot on your breast. “Are you loud?”

“No,” you sigh, your fingers lacing through his hair.

Taehyung suddenly clamps down on your nipple and you cry out, your back arching slightly.

“Such lies,” he says with a tut as he reaches under you to unclasp your bra and deftly pulls it off. He leans forward to run his tongue directly over your peak. “I’m going to make it very hard for you to keep quiet and I’m going to enjoy watching you struggle.”

Taehyung lifts his head and meets your eye, a mischievous look on his face. “Remember, noona, Jin-hyung is in the next room.  Don't scream if you don't want him to find out.”

Taehyung’s attention turns to your other nipple and you wrap your legs around his waist. “You think quite highly of your skills if you think you can make me scream,” you observe, your eyes closed as you savour the feeling of Taehyung’s mouth on you. He bites down on your nipple and this time you’re prepared, only letting out a muted groan when he does it.

“Very sneaky,” he murmurs, sitting up. He shifts away from you slightly to tug his shirt over his head but you stop him.

“Let me,” you say, sitting up. Taehyung’s grip on his shirt immediately loosens and he slips off the bed, pulling you to your feet with him.

For a second you feel self-conscious standing topless before him, but he leans forward and kisses you softly and electric desire pushes all other thoughts out of your mind. You pull his shirt over his head and immediately pull him back into a kiss, eager to feel his warm chest pressed against yours.

Your hands move down his body to his belt where you slowly begin to undo it. You pull away from the kiss to look down at your hands. It was like unwrapping a gift. Excitement begins to build feverishly in your body as you undo his belt and undo the button of his jeans open.

When you fingers secure around the zipper you look up at him, holding his gaze as you slowly pull it down. Taeyhyung’s breathing is heavy and a dark, heated look is on his face.

You move your hands to his hips and slowly push both his pants and underwear down. He steps out of them and you move your hand to slide slowly down his stomach and over his erection.

He sucks in a breath and watches as your hand flutters over him. His body is wiry and hard and your hands roam over his warm skin, tracing along his abodment and circling around his back to press him against you again.

His mouth is immediately back on yours and you push your hips against his, eager to feel his dick near your sensitive core. With his mouth still on yours, Taehyung pushes down your skirt and underwear and you kick them hurriedly away before rocking your hips against his.

Taehyung’s mouth moves up to your ear and you use the opportunity to press his dick between your legs, letting it lie heavy against your core.

You moan softly as you begin to rock against it, feeling his hard shaft just about rubbing against your clit.

Taehyung’s fingers dig into your hips and he moves you back to the bed, settling heavily on top of you.

“I can feel how wet you are,” he whispers into your ear and you angle your hips up to give him better access as he continues to massage your clit with his dick. “I bet I can make you come like this.”

“I’ll take that bet,” you respond breathlessly, your fingers pressing into his back and your eyes closed. “But you can’t use your fingers and you can’t go inside me, not yet.”

“Deal,” he murmurs. “Now what will I get if I win?”

“What do you want?” you ask, your toes starting to curl.

You knew you were going to come, but you had to at least try to make him work for it. Although, if negotiations took any longer the deal might be over before it even began.

“You,” he responds, biting at your earlobe. “You go on a date with me.”

“What?” you say, your eyes opening and your hips stilling. Taehyung’s hips stop moving too and he pulls back a little to look at you.

“A date,” he says with a shrug.

“Really?” you ask in disbelief. “A date? With me? Really?”

“Yes,” he says, amused. “Deal?”

When you don’t immediately respond Taehyung rolls his hips against you and the head of his cock slips deliciously over your clit.

“Ah, fuck,” you gasp, already resigning yourself to it losing this bet. “Yes, it’s a deal.”

“Good,” he says with a grin, his hands slipping down to your thighs to open your legs wider.

“Okay but what do I get if I make you come in the next minute?” Taehyung asks, his dick slipping away from your core as he looks up at you.

“Taehyung,” you groan loudly and he chuckles.

“Yes, just like that. See, I knew you were loud in bed. So if I make you come in the next minute you not only go out with me but scream my name as loud as you can, okay?”

Your disagreement is on the tip of your tongue but just as you’re about to say it, Taehyung’s hips roll hard against yours and his dick slides over your clit at just the right angle.

All thoughts evaporate from your mind and all words except one – a name – disappears from your vocabulary as white-hot pleasure crashes almost painfully through your body.

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[hammyhamimagines]

Don’t brag

 Note: Okay. I did it. I wrote actually decent smut??? What. Idk. It took a while. About half of it is smut, so be prepared I guess. My reader inserts are also getting longer, so that’s a thing I gues???

Request: Reader overhears Daveed bragging to the other guys how he’s such a top and she just gives him the silent treatment until they get home then attacks him with kisses and ends up being on top and Daveed is just a moaning mess. If that’s not too much to ask?

Pairing: Daveed x reader

Wordcount: 3098

Warnings: Smut, swearing

You had gone out to party at Lin’s place with your boyfriend, Daveed. It was nothing crazy, just a cozy ham fam get together with drinks. You had grown pretty close with all of them after first befriending Daveed and later becoming his girlfriend. The original cast saw each other a lot and you were always welcome, as were everyone else related to any of them.

 You had a lot of fun with the cast and Lin’s wife and they had all become like family really quickly. At first, you were very hesitant. Not because they seemed like they would not be likeable, but because you were somewhat of a private person. But, that soon vanished once you actually met them. They all cared about you and they all wanted you the best.

While you were helping Vanessa and Jasmine with the drinks Rafa and Daveed were hanging on the couch.

The subject of Daveed and Rafa’s conversation had somehow fallen on Daveed’s sex life and luckily you were not with them. You were busy bringing drinks around to everyone. But if you had been, Daveed definitely would not be bragging like that.

”No, for real. I’m serious. I’m totally dominant. Y/N is basically butter in my hands.” Daveed bragged.

“Yeah, I am sure you are.” Rafa snorted, not really believing him. He always noticed how much power you had over Daveed. He was actually pretty sure it was the other way around.

“Shut up, Rafa. You don’t know what goes down in my bedroom. I’m just saying, I can make her come just by touching….” He trailed of, as Rafa signaled frantically for him to stop. It was too late, as you had just come up behind them and had practically heard everything your boyfriend just said.

“Hey Rafa. Want a beer?” You asked sweetly, ignoring Daveed. You were somewhat pissed about him sharing your sex life, but you also wanted to knock him off his high horse and you were already making plans on how to do so. Starting by giving him the silent treatment until you got home was your first move, then you would have to figure out what to do once you got there.

“Y/N. Sure.” He gulped, obviously worried that you were pissed at him. But, you were not. This was not his fault after all. You handed him one of green bottle with a soft smile.

“Uhm. Can I have one too, babe?” Daveed asked, treading lightly. He obviously knew that you were not too happy with him right now.

You simply ignored him and walked off to hang with Jasmine and Anthony instead, because they were always great at giving you advice no matter what it was about. You were actually sort of embarrassed that Daveed was telling people about what happened in your bedroom. If he told Rafa that, who else has he talked to about it?

You sat down with them and with a soft groan you buried your head in your hands. You wanted to give your boyfriend some kind of payback. But how?

“What’s going on, Y/N?” Jasmine asked worriedly as you seemed to have lost your previous happy spark that you had had all night.

“D just told Rafa about our sexlife.” You admitted.

Anthony could not help the chuckle that left his lips and Jasmine had to nudge him away from the two of you so you could talk somewhat privately. “And that’s a problem?” She just wanted to confirm if that was really the problem.

“Well, no. Yes. I don’t know Jass… Not normally. I guess? It’s just he bragged so much and I just want to give him some payback....” Your trailed of, not knowing what else to say. You were not even sure what you wanted to do.

“Well, what did he say Y/N?” She asked with an arched eyebrow.

A giggle slipped through your lips at that. “He told Rafa that he was so dominant and such a top.” You told her while laughing. It was not exactly true. Not all the time anyway.

“What? Seriously?” She laughed too and shook her head shortly. “So, from what you’ve told me that definitely isn’t true.” She added with a grin. It seemed like she was trying to help you piece together a plan.

“Yeah. It’s sort of ridiculous. I mean…. It’s right most of the times. But, he literally said that he could make me come just by touching me.” You laughed again. It was actually sort of ironic.

“Well, I totally agree. You gotta give him some payback Y/N.” She grinned. It was one of her mischievous ‘I know what we are going to do’- grins.

“Spit it out, Jass.” You said with a grin. You definitely wanted to know what she had in mind. She was so much better at this than you were. At least, you thought so.

“Well… First off, do you have anything in mind?” She asked. It felt like you were planning some kind of crazy revenge, and in a way, you were.

“Well. I sorta wanted to give him the silent treatment, you know. Until we got back home. But other than that, I am kind of clueless.” You admitted. You wanted to show him that he definitely was not as much of a top as he would like to think.

“You gotta fuck him, Y/N. You just have to. Just give him that silent treatment of yours for the rest of the night. And make him want you so bad. I don’t know how, but I’m sure you do. Then, when you get back home take charge and show him that you won’t take his bullshit.” She explained with a grin.

“Yeah, I love it Jass.” You agreed and high fived your friend. He was definitely going to get some payback and it would definitely be a lot of fun.

 After what seemed like ages, the party was finally starting to come to an end. You had tried really hard to be cool about this, but you were actually sort of nervous. Though, you quickly got into it and you had managed to turn him on pretty quickly and he was basically begging you to go home a couple of times. Still, you had simply ignored him and kept talking to whoever was around. At first, it was Jass, then you talked to Lin, Chris. You managed to go through a lot of conversations while ignoring your boyfriend. It was a lot of fun to watch how impatient he grew.

You had stuck around, helping Lin and Vanessa with cleaning. It was not too bad, as everyone had taken out their bottles and stuff before they left. The only thing left was to clean the kitchen. You took it slowly, just to drag everything out.

“Y/N. Can we please leave now?” Daveed begged while you finished of the last vine glasses. You still had no intention of answering him. Vanessa had luckily been let in on your plan, so she quickly helped you out.

“Jesus, Daveed. You are so impatient. We’re done in a minute.” She said with a gentle chuckle and you looked at her with a thankful smirk. She had just saved your ass from breaking your own plan. You were honestly starting to get a bit annoyed with all the begging. It was his own fault, honestly.

After finishing off the rest of the kitchen as slowly as possible, you hugged Vanessa and Lin goodbye before the two of you walked home in silence. He obviously had no idea why you were ignoring him, but he still kept his mouth shut because his brain was working hard on figuring out what the hell he had done wrong.

Once you made it back to your apartment, you locked the two of you in and started taking off your shoes and jacket without a word.

“Y/N. Seriously, why the fuck are you angry man?” He had obviously given up on trying to figure it out and was getting a tiny bit annoyed.

You were unable to help the small smirk that crawled onto your lips. He was obviously frustrated. “Strip.” You simply answered as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“What?” He asked with a stifled chuckle, he really thought that he heard wrong.

“You heard me, D. Strip.” You stated firmly. You were not going to give in to the temptation of having him on top of you. This was your chance to show him that he was not as much a top as he would like to be.

He hesitantly started by taking of his shirt, sort of unsure as to what was going on at first. He shrugged his shirt of his shoulders and let it fall onto the floor behind him. When he stopped afterwards, an annoyed groan escaped your lips.

“Really? Are you dumb or something?” You deadpanned, though you were cracking up inside. He was so clueless. “Pants.” You commanded. “Or do you need help with that?” You arched an eyebrow teasingly.

“Y/N… Wh---“

“Pants.” You cut him off. You bit your bottom lip lightly as he started to remove his pants. He was definitely starting to get what all of this was all about and both his pants and boxers came off in a matter of seconds.

He started to step towards you, but you held your hand up, stopping him in his track. “Bedroom.” You simply said and he obliged, leading the way to your bedroom.

Once inside, you gently pushed him onto the bed, letting him land on his back. You started by removing all of your clothes slowly, except for your underwear while he looked up at you with wide eyes. You had no plan of giving in and creating some sort of boundary between the two of you was probably the easiest way to do so and that was probably why you decided to keep your underwear on.

You looked down at him for a second. He was already hard for you and it made you grin. “Who has control over who, huh?” You teased and simply owned an annoyed groan from him.

“Really is this what this is ab.-“ He cut himself off with a moan as your slightly cold hand wrapped around him.  

“Sorry, you were saying?” You asked, as your hand started to move around him at an almost painfully slow pace. The question simply earned you a grunt from your Daveed.

You quickly noticed that he was starting to grow impatient, and you were confirmed in this just seconds later by his words. “Stop teasing me, Y/N.” He growled.

“Only if you shut up.” You answered innocently. He definitely did not like having you in control, mostly because you spend more time teasing him than pleasing him.

He obliged and kept his mouth shut, even while you kept torturing him with the slow pace. You could practically see him grow even more and more impatient and when he was finally about to say something again, your hand disappeared from his erection, which caused a whimper escaped his lips. You cut him off again before he could say anything, taking him into your mouth.

“Jesus.. Fuck.” He moaned as he was about to grab a fistful of your hair.

You pulled back with a slight pop and glared up at him. “If you touch me, I will literally leave this bedroom.” You breathed. You were really turned on too, but you still wanted to show him that he was not in charge… Not all the time anyway and definitely not now.

He obliged and as you took him into your mouth again and swallowed around him, his fingers dug into the mattress on each side of him as a row of moans escaped his lips. You looked up at his gorgeous face and immediately made eye contact with his lust blown eyes. You were unable to help the moan that escaped your lips, though it was luckily somewhat oppressed by his erection. You started bobbing your head gently and used your hands as well to give him somewhat of a better experience than usual. You earned a mix of groans, moans and ‘fucks’ from him pretty much every other second.

When you felt him starting to twitch inside your mouth, you pulled away and sat back onto your knees. A breathy whimper escaped his lips at the sudden loss of contact.

“Relax, idiot. I’m not superwoman.” You blurted.

His eyes went straight to your breast as you slowly undid your bra in front of him and let it fall to the bed. You knew that he wanted to reach out and touch you, but you were not going to let him.

“Please, Y/N.” He begged, desperate to feel your soft skin under his fingertips. Though you simply shook your head in return.

You watched him watch you as you got off the bed to take of your panties slowly, letting him take in your naked form for just a second. You quickly returned to the bed though, this time taking a seat on thigs as you waited for him to beg for it.  

You were practically dripping onto his trained legs and you could actually feel his lust for you growing, if that was even possible.

“Fuck. Y/N. I need you. So bad.” He pleaded, as if you did not know already. You needed him too, but you wanted to take this as far as you could.

You took your time with leaning over him to get to the condoms in your bedside table, letting your breast hover just inches from his face. It earned you a growl and you barely managed to retrieve a condom from your bedside table before his hands were on your breast.

You shot back up, pushing his hands away from you. Even if you wanted him to touch you, you could not just let him. You also knew that you should probably get up and leave as you had promised to do if he touched you, but you just did not. “One chance Diggs.” You growled.

You rolled the condom onto him, taking your time with it. You were being a tease and you knew. It was intentional and you tried to suppress the smile that formed on your lips at the next thing he said . “I hate you.” He rasped as you took your time. In his mind, it definitely could not take that long to put on a fucking condom.

Once you finally rolled on the condom without giving him an answer, he was probably ready to feel you around him. However, you were not going to allow that yet. Instead, you leaned over him and started to place gentle bites down his neck. You were driving him insane, but it was definitely going to be worth it.

“Fucking Christ Y/N.” He blurted as you got to his sweet spot, on the side of his neck, just where his jaw stopped and underneath his ear. You smiled lightly against his skin.

“How about you stop telling people about how dominant you are if you are ever going to get anything again, D?” You whispered innocently into his ear and while you gave him just a second to think about it, you bit down on his earlobe softly, earning a somewhat loud moan from him.

“Okay.” Daveed growled. He was growing impatient again and so where you. You wanted him so bad, but you needed to stay focused, even if you sort of just wanted to lose yourself to him as so many times before.

You sat up again and without a warning, you sank onto him, letting a few moans escape your lips. He seemed to have gotten the note about touching you, because even now he did not dare to put his hands on your hips. You actually liked being in control a lot more than you thought. You could make him want you to an extend where he thought he was going to lose his mind.

“Daveed.” You cried as you felt him fill you up.  He groaned in return.

“I know baby.” He husked.

It took a bit of time for you to adjust to his size, but when you did you started to roll your hips slowly, teasing him again. It was almost painfully slow for you too, but you did not want to lose control. Not yet at least.

“I swear. If you don’t stop fucking teasing me, Y/N.” He growled impatiently. Not getting to touch you was one thing, but you teasing him like this was almost painful for both of you.

When he was about to complain even more, you finally gave in and picked up your pace. Your head fell back in utter bliss as you did your best to stifle the moans that were forming in your throat. You did not manage to do so, as it was just too great.

“Y/N…” He moaned softly, as his eyes fell shut. You knew that he was close and honestly, so where you. Obviously not as close as Daveed though, because he came mere seconds after in a mess of groans and moans.

Your thigh muscles were starting to grow sore and tired and when you felt Daveed’s hands on your hips, you did not push him away. You gave in and allowed him to help you reach your peak as well. His fingers gently found their way to your clit and started to massage it roughly. It only took a few seconds for you to finally come, your walls clenching around him. You saw white and felt yourself fall onto his chest as his name slipped through your lips.

After both of you finally came down from your high, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. “That was so fucking hot, Y/N.” He muttered. You smiled against his skin as you pressed a light kiss against his chest.

“I meant what I said, though. Stop telling people about how much of a top you are or I won’t give you anything.” You warned. It was not true, though. Both of you knew that you were unable to keep your hands off him.

He let you catch your breath for a while, before he pushed you into the mattress and hovered you with a devilish grin on his lips. “And I meant what I said about being dominant.” He growled.

You already knew that you were in for quite the night.

[aristocratlegacy]

Chapter Fifty Four: The Disappearance of Milo Aristocrat

We begin this chapter with a bit of good news and bad news, good news- look at this new house! I built it with my own two hands, following a youtube tutorial but still.

But upon arriving to the new house, Astrid and Roscoe hated it so much they died immediately.

So goodbye Astrid,I loved you I’m really sorry that I forgot you had superpowers and didn’t ever bring it up again. I will especially miss having a level 10 gardener with an adorable husband that without fail would always go out and and keep her company. That was the cutest shit I’ve ever seen in this game and I loved it.

Beatrice: “Oh, you’re working on it? WORKING ON IT? Really, ‘Chief’ I mean what the hell who died and put you in charge?...Oh, the former chief of police died?...Of course I didn’t know that you know I get my news from twitter...Yeah?”

Beatrice: “Yeah? YEAH? Fight me you incompetent, bottle-blonde, WALNUT!...Uh huh…”

Beatrice: “Say that again and I’m going to throw up...I’m going to throw up...how dare you! How dare I? How dare YOU!”

Beatrice: “I’ll kill you!...Threatening a police officer? Really? Bullshit I don’t even think you’re a real cop! Let me see you credentials!”

Beatrice: “Then text me a picture of your badge...yeah, same number, uh-huh. Ok I got it and it’s- wow, really mature... Oh yeah? You go to hell too, Bitch!!

Beatrice: “God, some people are just so rude y’know? It’s astounding.”

Lorne: “Where are you going?”

Beatrice: “I’m gonna go show that bitch who’s really ‘a hot-headed, basic bitch, simstagram snob’”

Lucky: “All jokes aside, that’s a pretty good description of her.”

Taffy: “You shouldn’t say that.”

Dusty: “Lucky, you ready to go?’

Lorne: “Where exactly do you think you’re going?”

Lucky: “To look for Milo!”

Lorne: “Absolutely not! Nobody is going anywhere until Milo is home safe!’

Dusty: “But we can help!”

Lorne: “No, you can only cause me and your mother more worry by getting kidnapped yourselves.”

Taffy: “It’s ok if I go though, right? Johnnie has a bowling tournament and he said I can watch.”

Lorne: “No! Just go to your rooms and play alphabet blocks. All of you.”

Lorne: “...Where are you, Milo?”

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Beatrice: “Open up bitch! Your hot secretary said you went home after I called you! Open the door I wanna slam it in your face! Then come inside and yell at your face!”

Beatrice: “I’m so angry I could breathe fire!”

Beatrice: “See? What did I tell you! Open the door!”

Patty: “Beatrice. So great to see you.”

Beatrice: “What the hell, Patty? You’re not going to look for my kid just because you hate me? I thought we settled this with the whole blazer thing.”

Patty: “I mean that’s how we settle the blazer thing.”

Beatrice: “I wasn’t kidding earlier when I said I would punch you in the face. Do you really want that to happen?”

Patty: “As it happens, Bea, I was looking for Milo, I just had to take it home because some of my leads happened to be a little...unconventional.”

Beatrice: “What does that mean?”

Patty: “When I went back to the scene I found something.”

Beatrice: “What did you find? Who took him? Was it the zodiac killer? Where’s the kryptex I did a true crime episode of Bea Bae’s Beahaving Beadly.”

Patty: “Beadly?”

Beatrice: “Like Behaving badly? Obviously?”

Patty: “You sound like you’re saying it in a transylvanian accent.”

Beatrice: “Wait, are you saying you don’t watch my show?”

Patty: “Oh my god.”

Beatrice: “Hey! What the hell  where are you going I’m talking to you!”

Patty: “Shut up!”

Beatrice: “How dare-”

Patty: “Shut up I’m thinking!”

Patty: “That’s it! The vampires!”

Patty: “I found this...goo at the party scene in the maze and I couldn’t identify it but it was Plasma! It must’ve been plasma!”

Beatrice: “Where are you going?”

Patty: “Back to the crime scene!”

-

Lucky: “Would you PLEASE stop talking on the phone!”

Taffy: “Shut up! No- not you I would never say that to you- no -I’m not blowing you off I can’t go out tonight my brother is missing- I’m not just making excuses! I-”

Taffy: “He hung up on me. Thanks a lot you little shit.”

Lucky: “What if we break out? You, me, and Dusty? You could go to the big football game of whatever, and we can go look for Milo!”

Taffy: “It’s a bowling match actually.”

Lucky: “Fun- you’re going bowling?”

Taffy: “No, he just invited me to watch.”

Lucky: “I can’t tell if teenage romance is always this weird and pathetic, or if it’s just you.”

Taffy: “You’re asking me for favors and you’re insulting me?”

Lucky: “I wouldn’t say that if it wasn’t already a sure deal that you’re gonna do it.”

Taffy: “*sigh* Go get Dusty, let's do this.”

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Dusty: “Sasha! Logan! Zoey! You guys all got out ok?”

Sasha: “It was tough, but we’re here.”

Lucky: “You feeling better, Logan?”

Logan: “Yeah, totally- I’d ask if the party was fun but obviously…”

Dusty: “The party actually was fun. We didn’t really notice he was gone until we got home.”

Logan: “Are you serious?”

Lucky: “You know him, he’s quiet.”

Logan: “You didn’t notice he was gone all night? That’s just mean.”

Dusty: “We know that now, dumbass! Why do you think we’re out here looking for him!”

Lucky: “There was a lot going on last night, and there were a ton of people, and out mom was trying to prove to Aunt Liza that she could still party hard.”

Logan: “I guess. Let’s just look.”

Zoey: “So we lost him in the graveyard, right?”

Dusty: “I think  so, we weren’t there for very long.”

Sasha: “You know tonight you’ll have to actually knock on the door.”

Dusty: “Wait, Lucky- last night you ran away screaming from the graveyard- what did you see?”

Lucky: “I don’t know, I think I saw a person, but I was too scared to stay and check.”

Zoey: “So that’s where we start. The mansion.”

Lucky: “Do you think that Logan is right? I feel bad.”

Dusty: “No he’s just being a jerk.” Lucky: “Would he really do that?”

Dusty: “I don’t know, I think everyone's just a freaked out.”

Sasha: “So, uh, who’s gonna knock?”

Zoey: “Not it!”

Lucky: “Not it!” Sasha: “Not it!”

Logan: “Not it!”

Dusty: “Not- shit!”

Lucky: “Don’t be a baby, I’ll be filming it on my phone so we can show Milo when we find him. Only if it’s funny, obviously.”

Dusty: “Ok, deep breath, I can do this.”

*knock knock*

Dusty: “Woah.”

Lucky: “Hello?”

Sasha: “Guys, wait, what if last night Milo went inside and that’s what got him.”

Dusty: “He would never do that.”

Lucky: “Ever”

Dusty: “Never ever.”

Dusty: “Helloooo??”

*screams*

Vlad: “Jeez, settle down. What’s going on why did the magical door of self-opening let you inside?” Lucky: “You have my brother vampire scum!”

Vlad: “Aah! Somebody, get her off me!”

Dusty: “Lucky- stop! Sir, have you seen our brother? He was dressed like a ghostbuster and went missing two nights ago.”

Vlad: “Was that you screaming out there the other night?”

Lucky: “Guilty.”

Vlad: “Why don’t you sit down and tell me what happened.”

(Various storytelling sounds)

Dusty: “...So that’s why we came here first.”

Vlad: “Sounds very serious. Here’s my advice, go get yourself a good sniffer dog, go back to the graveyard where he disappeared, and see where it takes you.”

Lucky: “That’s a great idea.”

Dusty: “And you’re totally positive he’s not here?”

Vlad: “Absolutely sure.”

Beatrice: “Boy, those two sure were mad.”

Patty: “No kidding.”

Beatrice: “Is this the last house?”

Patty: “No, there’s another one up the hill.”

*knock knock*

Patty: “Hello, Ms...Huh.”

Millie: “No, there’s no Ms Huh here. Goodbye.”

Patty: “No, Ms Aerystocratt, I’d like to ask you a few question.”

Millie: “About what?”

Beatrice: “Can we come in for a moment?”

Millie: “Fine, just don’t get any dirt on the carpet.”

Millie: “Who are you and what do you need?”

Beatrice: “My name is Beatrice Aristocrat, you might’ve heard of me and-”

Millie: “No shit. You’re Beatrice Aristocrat?”

Beatrice: “Yes, and I will take a selfie with you after you help me out.”

Millie: “No, you don’t understand, I’m Opal Aristocrat’s ancient ancestral Aunt.”

Beatrice: “And you’re a vampire?”

Millie: “What? No! I mean, yes. Sorry. Thousand years of reflexes are hard to break.”

Patty: “Funny. Look, have you seen this boy?”

Millie: “Nope, from now on I only talk to my niece.”

Beatrice: “Patty is my stepsister.”

Millie:  “Astounding! It’s a family reunion.”

Beatrice: “Yes, that’s nice, but I’m looking for my son. He went missing around here the other night and we found some plasma at the scene of the party, so we’re talking to everybody.”

Millie: “Oh no! Well Vlad, I mean Vlad’s Great Great Great and so on grandfather, forbade child snatching. People got really into it in the middle ages, they were easy to catch, but they drained too quickly--”

Beatrice: “Stop it! Do you have him or not?!”

Millie: “No! Of course not!”

Patty: “Alright, one last house.”

Millie: “Wait a minute, are you going to Vlad’s house?”

Patty: “Yes,”

Millie: “When you see him can you, no, never mind, I mean can you just, like, mention that you saw me and that I look pretty today?

Patty: “I mean, I do look pretty today, right?”

Beatrice: “Totally.

Millie: “Great, so just like, say that I said hi, but be casual about it I don’t want to sound too- oh forget it don’t say anything.”

Patty: “So you and Stroud are in a romantic relationship?”

Millie: “I wouldn’t say relationship, we slept together once about 700 years ago. I’ve been waiting for him to make his move but you know how these things go.”

Patty: “No, ma’am, I can’t say I do. Alright, Bea, let’s head out.”

Millie: Bye now!”

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Taffy: “Johnnie? Hey! I came! Surprise! Are you happy to see me?”

Johnnie: “I’m kind of in the middle of something, Taffy, I can’t stand here and entertain you all night.”

Taffy: “You don’t have to! Watching you play is enough.”

Johnnie: “Good. I’m a bowler, not a babysitter. You can go sit with the other Ball Babes.”

Taffy: “What did you just call me?”

Johnnie: “Ball babes? Bowling groupies.Obviously.”

Taffy: “Oh, I’m not-”

Announcer: “Next up- Johnnie Lightning!”

Johnnie: “I gotta go.”

Max: “So, you got boothed too?”

Taffy: “No, I’m watching. With you, another close personal invited guest.”

Max: “Yeah, he’s the only one that calls them Ball Babes. It’s just Stacy and that old man’s wife.”

Max: “So you’re here, does that mean they found your brother?”

Taffy: “No, I snuck out with my siblings.” Max: “Really? You snuck out to come to this?””

Taffy: “What? I think it’s cool.”

Max: “Do you, though? Really?”

Taffy “I mean, sorta, yeah. It’s fun to play.”

Max: “This is watching.”

Taffy: “I already said I think it’s cool Max! God- just shut up and let me watch.”

Max: “Whatever, poser.”

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Beatrice: “So you see, Mr. Stroud, I’m looking for my son.”

Vlad “I’ll tell you the same thing I told those kids, I haven’t seen him. I heard them screaming in my tomb garden the other night and when I went outside, they were gone.”

Beatrice: “Wait, what kids did you talk to?”

Vlad: “The little angry ones that were looking for their brother.”

Beatrice: “They were here? TODAY?!”

Vlad: “Um, yes?”

Beatrice: “Shit, shit shit, See you later, Patty!”

Dusty: “So, what kind of dog is the best sniffer”

Beatrice: “STOP RIGHT THERE!”

Lucky: “Oh no.”

Dusty: “Oh shit.”

That’s it for now! I’m having so much fun with these kids it’s not even funny (I mean, I hope it’s funny.) leave a comment if you like it! Thanks for reading!