#they took me a hot minute to draw (read. like. 30 mins) but it was worth it

[scribbling-dragon]

it's him! the deerly beloved :] + some notes under the cut!

(reblogs are appreciated <3)

[bnhaficsforthesoul]

BNHA College AU - Dabi

Major: Graphic Design

Minor: Business

Sports: Nope

Clubs: He’s not necessarily in the Shogi club, but he competes in tournaments just because he’s so good at it

Dabi has two reasons for going to college: to prove to everyone, mainly his dad, that he can be successful despite what they say, and to force his dad to spend a lot of money

He hangs out with all the labeled creepy people (save for Keigo, but even then he won’t hang out with him in public cause Keigo’s pretty popular), cause of his scars and resting bitch face people are generally too scared to talk to him so he stayed with the people who didn’t judge him for that

He got his scars in an accident when he was young, the house had gotten set on fire and he got trapped inside after saving his little brother Shouto, who luckily got out with only a scar on his face

Overall dabi was lucky to have survived the ordeal at all, having inhaled so much smoke and being so burnt, but by some miracle he turned out fine, and his scars, other than being a permanent dark red and the skin being rough, weren’t too bad (basically he has the scars in the same general areas but they look more like how real burn scars would – there’s no staples anymore either)

He also changed his name as soon as he was old enough, wanting to create his own identity rather than the one his dad had crafted for him

Dabi works at a tattoo shop near campus, he’s always been pretty good at art and loves tattoos, so he decided he might as well get a job doing something he actually likes. He’s given himself a few tattoos too, and all of his piercings

Him being a graphic design major stems from his love of drawing, but him choosing graphic design rather than fine art or just drawing was due to him wanting to try a new medium, and then enjoying it

Then his business minor is so that he can open is own tattoo shop - he feels that owning his own shop and being successful in it is the best way to spite his dad, so he is all for it

He also lives off campus in his own apartment, he didn’t feel like bothering with getting a roommate 

You meet him when you go into the shop to get a tattoo, you just had the sudden urge to get a tattoo so you walked in there and asked if there was any space for you, and turned out Dabi was free

You told him the basic design that you wanted, but also told him that he was free to add whatever he wanted which he greatly enjoyed, and he went to work

Normally dabi would kinda just do the work and move on, maybe make a few comments here and there if he felt like it, he wasn’t much of a talker anyways

But hey, you were cute, so he couldn’t help flirt a bit – and you didn’t seem creeped out by him like a lot of people tended to be, so he took that as a sign that you didn’t mind it

And you definitely did not mind it – you weren’t expecting the person tattooing you to be so hot, but it was for sure a welcome surprise. And you’d be lying if you said the smirk he flashed at you occasionally didn’t give you butterflies

After the tattoo was finished, it didn’t take that long since you had gotten a fairly small one, you were doing the stuff for payment and he went, “ya know, if you go on a date with me, maybe I’ll give you a discount on the next one”

Yes he was technically bribing you for a date, but again, you were cute and didn’t give him a weird look when he started flirting, even flirting back a couple times – so he was just tryna shoot his shot

“I’d like that. Even without the discount, though that would be a nice bonus.”

Sexy tattoo man asks you on a date? Who are you to say no

So you give him your number and give him a little wave before running out of the shop, already wondering where he was going to take you

Now, Dabi never wants to come across as desperate, and in all honesty he really isn’t since he’s not even looking for anything serious, so he decided to wait a few days before even texting you – making you worry that he had decided he didn’t wanna go out with you anymore

It wouldn’t be the end of the world if he didn’t, it’s not like you’d been crushing on him for months or anything dramatic, you’d met the guy once – but he was pretty, and fun to talk to, so you were hoping you’d at least be able to see where it went

Luckily though, late at night a few days after you had met him, you finally get a text, reading “hey its dabi, the guy who tattooed you. Still interested in that date?’

You almost ended up texting him right away, ready to get on with it. But nah, he waited 3 days, you can at least wait an hour or two – thank god you didn’t have your read receipts on

Eventually you got to it, responding ‘Hey – yeah I’m up to it. What’d you have in mind?’

Finally deciding he would save the both of you the time, he responded quickly, ‘nothing fancy, I’ll surprise you though.’

You said that was fine, and that was it for the night. You were just gonna wait until he told you when, and didn’t worry about it too much

But then that night, at around 7pm, you got another text: ‘you busy rn?’

You weren’t, so you said so, and he said ‘can you meet me back at the shop in like 30 min? We’re going out tonight.”

Bold of this man to not only assume you could make it in 30 minutes but to just spring your first date upon you like that – but you weren’t going to complain about it, other than the fact that if you wanted to get decently ready you’d have to sprint over there (you were lucky that the shop was close to campus – and that he probably assumed you went to the college here since you never told him)

But you threw on the first clothes you deemed acceptable and got any other small touch ups finished in the next 20 minutes before grabbing your phone, keys, and wallet and booking it towards the tattoo shop – only stopping to look at your reflection in a car window once you were up the street to make sure you still looked decent

Why were you putting in so much effort for the hot emo dude? You’d never know. But you wouldn’t be disappointed either.

You soon walked into the shop and were almost immediately greeted by Dabi. He was wearing ripped black jeans and an oversized black hoodie with black converse, simple but nice

“So what are we doing exactly?”

He didn’t say, just walked out of the shop, so you followed him back into the parking lot where he directed you to an expensive looking matte black car – which side note, he was very proud of. He bought it with his own money (I don’t know car breeds, forgive me for not specifying what type of car it is)

The car ride was pretty vibey – he has awesome music taste but he kept it just high enough so that you could hear it but low enough so that the two of you could talk, he generally doesn’t like small talk but you were pretty interesting so he let the conversation go wherever you led

Eventually you arrived at a big park with a lake and a bunch of tall trees, and you got out of the car while Dabi went to grab a backpack from the trunk – then he led you over to a nice little clearing right next to the lake and pulled out a blanket from his backpack and laid it out so you two could sit

“like I said, nothing fancy. We’re just gonna hang out.”

He had a whole bunch of snacks and drinks in his backpack, and you just spent the next couple hours talking about anything and everything – he loved when you asked him about tattooing and stuff, gave him a chance to brag, and he asked you a bunch of probably too personal questions just because he thought it was cute seeing you flustered

In the end, the first date was a success – and it led to many more. Many of which weren’t even classified dates, just more times where he would randomly text you to hang out, and each time you found yourself liking him more and more, and he shockingly felt the same

At the beginning, the best and most dabi could hope for with you was a kind of friends with benefits situation. He didn’t want a real relationship, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to be close with someone

But then you came along, and despite you being very good looking of course, he wasn’t just waiting for the right time to ask if he could fuck you, he just wanted to be around you and actually spend time with you – not just turn you into someone he could fuck when he was bored

Regardless, he’s not very good at getting attached to people, it scares him, so as soon as he realized he caught actual feelings he kinda ghosted you for a bit, worrying you that you did something wrong – he wouldn’t respond to your texts or anything

So this time you stormed your way down to his apartment, where he had brought you a couple times to watch movies and whatever, and knocked on his door

Dabi, much to his disdain, was happy when he saw you standing there. So because of that, he didn’t immediately shut the door, and you walked inside before he could protest

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? Why’d you disappear all the sudden?” Even outside of your crush, you considered him a friend, and you had hoped he did too, so you were worried

“It’s nothing… I’ve just been busy, don’t worry your cute little head about it.”

You rolled your eyes, “Dabi, I’m serious. What’s wrong?”

He sighed deeply, running a hand through his messy hair and staring back at you, “It’s – it’s stupid. I don’t want to talk about it.”

God he hated how concerned you looked, he could tell you cared about him and it weirded him out, but he loved it so much. He couldn’t help himself, as much as he wanted to push you away, he knew that he wanted to keep you around

“Still… if you change your mind, I’m here you-“ you didn’t even get to finish your sentence before his lips were on yours – something you very much weren’t expecting to happen today but you sure as hell weren’t complaining

“That’s what’s wrong. I think I love you.”

You could see that he looked scared, but he wasn’t pulling away, so you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a soft kiss on his lips, “Well, if it makes you feel better, I think I love you too.”

There was no formal asking out, just from that day on you were his. It still took some time for him to get used to it, not being familiar with how to act in a relationship, but with your help he got the hang of it

He loves when you watch him draw, he’s dubbed you his muse and therefore you being there helps inspire him

Wants to get matching tattoos with you eventually, and you know that if you want any more tattoos he’s gonna be the one to give you them, he might even let you do a tattoo or two for him

He’ll also do all your piercings for you, he’ll dye your hair for you - we love a boyfriend who supports you spicing up your look

Aw but you two dyeing each others hair would be so cute

Your relationship is pretty chill, like you guys only ever hang out at his apartment or go on dates in the middle of the night, sometimes clubbing or sometimes just walking around town, whatever you feel like honestly

You do go back to that one spot by the lake a l o t, you both love it there because it’s just full of memories of each other

When you met his friends you were probably a bit creeped out by them, you’ve never had any bad experiences with them but most of them looked pretty angry. But toga and jin were quick to accept you, and so you got to become friends with them too which was really important to Dabi because his friends are basically his family

When he told you about his dad – not him having to stop you from walking into his dad’s house and beating the shit out of that fucker, despite him very much wanting to watch you do it (he just doesn’t want you to get hurt/have to deal with the consequences of what that could bring – but if you were to bring out them fighting words during the next family dinner he’d definitely be very proud)

You’re welcome to move into his apartment whenever you want, after he’s decided he loves you you could propose and he’d probably say yes honestly- so you moving in isn’t an issue to him just tell him and he’ll help you bring all your stuff over

You might as well honestly, you’re there in most all your free time. You already have clothes in his closet, your school stuff is next to his - it just makes things so much easier

Besides, then you get to be around your hot emo bf even more than you already are, doesn’t that sound fun

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

Jung Subin (정수빈)

Anonymous said to iwillgiveyoumyhappiness:

Hello! I really liked reading your Woojin scenario you know the one 😳🥴 so I wanted to request similar theme: extreme sexual tension but I don’t have anyone in mind .. so if you’re okay with it can you write one?

Oh maybe Subin from victon? For the park woojin similar theme ask

(A/N): You mention Jung Subin, I have no choice but to concede 🙌🏼 That’s what happens when you’re whipped, I guess.

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Your phone buzzed on the bedside table, drawing your attention away from the term paper you were agonizing over. A very welcome distraction, you snatched your phone, swiping up on the notification.

You smiled to yourself, happy to see that it was from your groupchat, aptly titled ‘The Three Musketeers.’ You flopped into a comfortable position on the bed, mentally preparing yourself for whatever nonsense your friends were up to this time.

Min-seo: Make yourselves presentable, losers! I’ll be picking you up 30 minutes.

Subin: ...hello? Term paper

Min-seo: We deserve a break, you fun-sucker >:( We’ve been working our assess off this semester!

Subin: True.

(Y/N): What’s the dress-code, m’lady?

Min-seo: Imagine you’ll be getting the best dick of your life tonight ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Subin: Ew—worst visual ever. Also, PSA, I’m a guy.

Min-seo: Fine. Best dick and whatever it is that Subin goes for.

Subin: -_-

(Y/N): Super uninterested. Peace out, y’all ✌🏼

Min-seo: Oh, come on!! ◑︿◐ I’ve been planning this secretly for over a week. . .

You sighed. You knew it was bad when she pulled out the puppy-dog-eyes emoji. It was an instant guilt-trip. You sighed, typing your reply.

(Y/N): On a scale of 1-to-10... How slutty should I look?

Subin: ??? Can I quit this friendship??

Min-seo: Now we’re talkin’!! Also, 11🌚 

(Y/N): The highest I’ll willingly go is a 7

Min-seo: We can make it work.

Subin: For the record, I officially hate both of you.

(Y/N): Feeling’s mutual 🖕🏼

Min-seo: Bin, I’ll stop by your place first. Wear the leather jacket!! It makes you look sexy~

Subin: Please don’t ever give me advice on how to look hot. The three of us used to bathe together. Talking about this with you makes me very uncomfortable

Min-seo: Prepare to be uncomfortable 😈 

(Y/N): Y’all have fun with this conversation. I’m out!

You huffed another sigh, looking toward your sparse closet. “I don’t think I even own a Level 7 Sexy Outfit...” Your phone buzzed with another notification; a separate text convo with Subin.

Subin: Yo, you need me to steal some clothes from my sisters? Outta principle, it’ll probably only be a Level 4~5 Sexy Outfit, but... I’ve seen your wardrobe, and I know it’s mainly hoodies.

(Y/N): How scandalous, sir! 🤭 Thanks, but I’ll pass lol You haven’t yet seen the depths of my closet~

Subin: Cap, but whatever. See ya soon, dude❤️

You chuckled at the message. He knew you all too well. The heart threw you off, though. He wasn’t usually blatantly affectionate.

(Y/N): Bruh, did you mean to send the heart? XD That's kinda sus.

You waited a minute for him to reply.

Subin: Nah lmao Finger slipped.

One thing could be said for Min-seo. She was always punctual. 

If she said she was gonna be there in 30 minutes, she was there in 30 minutes. You shouldn’t have been shocked after all these years, yet you still managed to jump out of your skin and smudge your lip-gloss when her horn sounded from outside.

You rolled your eyes, opening a pack of makeup wipes hidden somewhere on your desk of organized chaos. You grabbed your phone and purse, having completely given up on doing the rest of your makeup.

If you knew Min-seo, she'd keep honking until you finally came out, and you didn’t need another noise complaint from your neighbors.

You took a quick look between a pair of stylish heels and some worn out Vans. You nodded to yourself. “Comfort over style,” you mumbled, slipping into the familiar sneakers. You gave them a fond look. “You’ve served me well, so I’ll trust you tonight. ‘Kay?”

Subin stepped out of the passenger-side once he saw you make your way out. “Took you long enough,” he chuckled, opening the back door for you.

You gave him a small smile. “You know me,” you said, haphazardly tossing your purse into the backseat. “Queen of procrastination.” You gave Min-seo a quick greeting and a fist-bump. You looked back to Subin, giving him a once-over. “So you actually decided to wear the leather jacket, huh?”

He shrugged, hoping you wouldn’t notice the slight flush on his cheeks. “I figured why not.” 

“Or maybe he wanted to look impress someone,” Min-seo interjected, a suggestive tone tickling her voice. He stuck his tongue out at her, making her laugh. “You’re so much fun to mess with," she giggled.

He ignored her, turning his attention back to you. He gave you a similar once-over. “As predicted, you’re rocking jeans and a hoodie.”

You clicked your tongue at him, slipping into the backseat. He followed close behind, shutting the door behind him. “First of all,” you said, “these are skin-tight jeans with ripped up thighs.” You dramatically propped a leg up on the passenger-seat headrest. “It accentuates my incredible calf muscles.”

“And your ass!” Min-seo added, flicking her blinker on to turn out of your parking lot. “You’ve got a really nice butt, despite only working out like twice a year.”

You kicked the back of her seat, making her yelp. “Shut up, asshole!” you laughed. 

Subin rolled his eyes playfully. “Ladies, ladies,” he said. “Calm yourselves. You’re both pretty.”

“Nobody asked you!” you and Min-seo said in sync. She took one of her hands off the wheel, instinctively sending it back for high-five.

“Also, secondly!” you continued on your original rant, making the two jump. You pulled at the collar of your gray hoodie. “The real surprise is under this bad boy.”

Min-seo met your eyes briefly in the rear-view mirror. “Oh?” she hummed, a playful upturn to her voice. “I sense something naughty. Do we get a hint?”

You shook your head. “None whatsoever,” you said. You wiggled your eyebrows. “That would ruin the surprise.”

Subin groaned. “I hate surprises,” he huffed, letting his head fall back against the coffee-stained headrest (Min-seo would never explain how that’d happened). “They make me anxious.”

“Guess you’ll be anxious then,” you said, fishing your phone out of your back pocket. “In the meantime, check this out! My cereal magically formed into the shape of a goldfish this morning.” 

“We’re almost there!” Min-seo said, her voice pitched up with excitement.

You looked up from your phone screen, abandoning your cutthroat game of Angry Birds. The pigs could have this one—your curiosity was more pressing. You tapped Subin’s shoulder, waking him from his half-asleep state. “Bin,” you started, “roll down your window a bit. I wanna try to guess where we are.”

He rubbed his eyes. “Yes, ma’am,” he yawned, already reaching for the window crank. You and Subin had always teased Min-seo over how old-fashioned her car was, but in all honesty, it gave your weird, random adventures together a more memorable setting.

The window didn’t have to be cracked very far for you to be able to pick up on the sound of EDM blaring in the distance, as well as the thick scent of top-shelf alcohols and expensive colognes and perfumes. Plus, the farther up the street you drove, the fancier the parked cars became.

You furrowed your brows suspiciously. “No way,” you said. “No freakin’ way.” When the car turned the corner, it only confirmed your suspicions. “You got us into Endorphin?!” you gasped.

Endorphin—one of the most exclusive nightclubs in town. It’d only opened a few months ago, but it already had its reputation. It was high-dollar, strictly word-of-mouth, and apparently too good to be true. To get in, you either had to be rich as hell or know someone high enough up on the totem pole.

Subin almost chocked on his spit. “Holy shit,” he breathed out, coughing a bit. “You’re kidding me, right? This place is top dollar, and you’ve gotta be on waiting list for months! How’d you even get us in?”

“Turns out the vice-president of my photography club is the CEO’s son,” Min-seo said, smile as bright as ever. “Crazy, right?”

You scoffed, bordering on amazement. “And he just... What?” you asked. “Saw the good in you and invited you to his daddy’s club?”

“Well... Not in so many words,” she chuckled, parking at the curbside across from the Endorphin building, ornately decorated with opalescent lights. “We kinda had a fling a few months back, and I guess he wanted to say thanks for the memories.” 

She caught your and Subin’s unimpressed looks in the mirror. “I didn’t know he was the CEO’s son at the time—thank you very much!” she defended herself. “He was just cute and artistic...” She paused. “And obedient. But that’s a different story.”

You couldn’t hold it anymore. You burst into laughter, taking Subin right down with you. “You’re so weird!” you cracked up. “And lucky as frick!” You leaned across the middle console, giving her a big wet kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for your efforts, m’lady!”

Subin wiped a tear from his eye, trying his best to get a hold of himself. “Are we goin’ in or what?” he asked.

Min-seo cracked her door. “Race you there!” she said, opening it fully and tearing out across the street. She looked so happy, excited and free. You’d openly admit that you were envious of that. 

You were also envious of how fast she could run in heels. Wow.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Subin called after her. “And you left your door open, genius!” He quickly leaned forward, pulling it closed and locking it from the inside. He looked at you, an eager sparkle in his eyes. “C’mon, let’s go!”

He jumped out of the car, expecting you to be right behind him, but... You weren’t there. He turned around, brows furrowed, only to find you still sitting in the backseat, staring out at the towering building with shaking pupils. “(Y/N)?” he said.

You were going to follow him—you were. But you just couldn’t get your body to move. You shook your head slowly. “Subin, I don’t think I can go in there,” you spoke, your voice painfully honest. “That’s... outta my league.”

You were intimidated. 

He made his way back to the car, slipping in next to you and closing the door. “Hey, hey, hey,” he said, voice gentle and comforting. “What’re you talking about?” He rubbed your arm. “What do you mean you can’t go in? Why?”

You sighed, frustrated. You didn’t really understand yourself why you were feeling this way. “I mean...” you started, fumbling your words ungracefully. “This place is for the best-of-the-best, y’know?” 

He nodded, showing that he was following along. “It’s not meant for psychology majors with dark circles, unfinished makeup and 9-year-old Vans with grass-stains on ‘em...” you frowned.

“You feel inferior to a building?” he asked.

You thought for a second. “Yeah, I guess,” you huffed. You hated to admit it. “Ugh, it’s so stupid.” You crossed your arms. “A pig can look fancy if you dress it up enough, and most of these people in there’re probably just gonna be filthy rich, wasted jackasses... What am I so scared of?”

“My thoughts exactly,” he said, looking straight into your eyes. “What’re you so worried about? I can guarantee you right here and now that you’re 10 times better than anyone else in there. You’re funny, smart... Reasonably-not-ugly.” 

You smacked him in the arm for that. “No girl can compare to you, and no guy deserves you,” he continued. “And that’s not me being biased,” he said. “That’s just facts.”

You gave him a small smile, only widening as the words rung in your ears.

He returned the smile. “Now that’s what I like to see.” He cleared his throat, angling his body towards you completely. “Okay! Now show me what you’ve got.” He could see the confusion in your eyes. “The surprise under your sweater,” he clarified.

You scoffed. “Oh, that.” You glanced over his shoulder at the building of shining lights and upbeat music. It looked like the kind of place that’d be lined in solid gold. “It seems way less cool now, considering where we’re going.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said. “Let the fashion major work his magic! Even if it’s not that good, I can improve it with nothing but a yellow crayon and a paperclip.” 

You snorted. “Bullshit,” you said.

“Yes, but it made you laugh,” he pointed out. “Now show me.”

You gripped the hem of your hoodie, lifting it up a bit before stopping. “You’re not allowed to laugh at me, okay?” you said. “You’re the fashion dude, not me. Also, I don’t do fancy, aight? This was the best I could do on short notice. So cut me some—”

He groaned. “You’re rambling again,” he said. “I’ll do it myself.” He leaned in closer, pulling the hoodie up and over your head, tossing it into the passenger’s seat. His breath hitched when he finally laid eyes on you properly.

You were donning a black lace bralette, an intricate design woven across your back. He could just barely see its reflection in the window. It hugged you in all the right places, showing off your figure brilliantly—even if Min-seo was right about you only working out twice a year.

He let out a shaky breath, eyes tearing down your figure. “You look freakin’ amazing.”

Your eyes widen, cheeks flushing. “W-what?” you stuttered.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “What I meant was...” he started, sounding a little awkward and robotic, “...this is a Level 7, huh?” He swallowed thickly, clearing his throat right after. “Looks more like a Level 5.”

You chuckled too, trying to shake off the sudden awkwardness in the air. “Yeah, maybe,” you said. “Anything you can do to help me out, Fashion King? Maybe bump it up to a 6?” 

He stared at you for a moment longer, his jaw hanging open just slightly. You snapped your fingers in front of his face. “Hello? Earth to Subin.”

He snapped out of his daze, shaking his head. “Sorry!” he said. “My bad.” 

You laughed at him. “You better not be getting any weird ideas,” you teased, poking him in the side.

“I’m a man,” he muttered under his breath. “What do you expect me to do?” 

You furrowed your brows. “Pardon?” you asked, sure you must’ve misheard him.

“Nothing,” he said. He scooted closer, the distance between the two of you becoming smaller. Your breath hitched. What was this weird change in the air? 

It was like all of a sudden, he didn’t look like your childhood friend anymore. 

He looked like a guy.

All you could see was his sharp features, his slightly parted lips, that black tee-shirt that hugged him just right, and his eyes.

Gosh, his eyes were beautiful.

It felt like you were trapped in some weird fever dream, and you wanted nothing more than to smack yourself awake.

“Okay, first of all," Subin said, "you’re wearing it wrong.” His hands lifted to rest gingerly on your shoulders, like he was afraid to touch you. “It’s an off-shoulder one,” he said, pushing the lacy sleeves down to their proper place. 

He let out an anxious chuckle. Still, he didn’t remove his hands. They remained on your skin, burning. “How long have you been wearing it like that?” he asked. “It must’ve be uncomfortable.”

You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. “A few months, I guess,” you shrugged, joining in his nervous laughter. “Guess that explains it, though. I always just thought it just didn’t fit me.”

He shook his head softly. “Nah,” he assured you. “It looks... nice.” He cleared his throat, reaching into your purse to pull out an electric-blue hair tie from the inside pocket. "Turn around," he said, gesturing with an elegant finger. "Lemme do your hair."

You swallowed the growing lump in your throat. “Yeah, sure,” you said. You angled away from him to give him better access. You felt his fingers brush through your hair, gently grazing against your scalp. He’d done your hair plenty of times before, but it felt different this time.

He gathered it into his hands, pulling it expertly through the tie, careful not to pull at any tangles. He tugged it gently, making sure it would stay in place.

“Feel okay?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. He was so close, you could feel his warm breath fan against your ear.

A shiver ran down your spine. “Yeah,” you said, trying to keep your voice level. “Feels great.” Neither of you moved. You didn’t dare to. It felt like there was a knot in the air that would snap if either of you moved an inch.

He was thinking about something. You could feel it.

He was contemplating something seriously, considering all the possibilities and factors. He was going through an internal process, the proverbial wheels turning nonstop.

‘What are you thinking?’ you wondered, the questions only multiplying because you couldn't see his expression. ‘And why does it make me anxious? Stop thinking. Please stop thinking.’

Your skin felt like it was on fire. Especially where his breath fanned over your neck and shoulders. You wanted to avoid this atmosphere. This wasn’t normal, and it definitely wasn’t okay.

You reminded yourself: Friendship first. The three of you had promised that to each other when you were teenagers, around the time when you had your first heartbreaks.

"The Three Musketeers will always support and be there for one another. Even if one of us is in a relationship, our friendship always come first. Above all else, we are allowed to love each other, but never fall in love with each other."

Some may think following a rule made when you were fourteen was silly, but to you, every rule and promise made with your friends was equally important. Everything from swearing to put each other in your wills, to playing rock-paper-scissors for the last potato chip.

Subin took a deep breath, as if he were gathering his courage. “Hey, (Y/N)...”

Why did it suddenly feel like Subin was breaking that rule?

You panicked, quickly closed your eyes, trying to picture seven-year-old Subin that still accused you and Min-seo of having cooties, chasing you around the park with a hand-full of mulch and threatening to chuck it at you if you tired to steal his juice box again. 

Luckily, the memory managed to calm your fluttering nerves a little. “Please don’t say anything,” you said, voice gentle. You didn’t want to risk disturbing the invisible knot in the air. “You’re a great guy. You really are. I just... don’t want you to do what I think it is that you’re doing. I think we’d both regret it."

You unlocked your door, opening it just enough for one foot to meet the pavement. You looked back at him, smiling. “Thanks for styling me up!” you said. “I feel like a million bucks.”

He frowned, eyebrows furrowing in the way they always did when he was disappointed. “(Y/N)...” he started.

“C’mon,” you said, opening the door the rest of the way. “I’m sure Min’s wondering where we are.”

For the most part, Endorphin lived up to its reputation. It was all luxurious red velvet booths, blue and purple ambient lighting, scented candles and flashy chandeliers that reminded you of jellyfish.

It had a good vibe and the bouncers actually did their job of keeping people in check. Everyone was just wasted enough to have fun, and anyone who got out of hand was immediately escorted from the premises. 

You’d seen it happen twice since getting inside. Also, it turns out you were right—the tiles were lined with real gold. You were surprised some idiot hadn’t tried to carve it out with a butter knife yet.

Then again, most of the people there were filthy rich, so they probably didn't need it.

You had to admit though, you were a little disappointed. This was pretty much just average rich people stuff. Still, it was nice.

Put simply, it was easy on the eyes.

You swirled your drink, still untouched. Min-seo was out on the dance floor, putting her best foot forward—quite literally. She’d tried to coax you out with her, hyping up your outfit like no tomorrow, but unlike her, you needed a little liquid courage running through your veins before you could do something like that.

Subin had escaped to the bathroom about ten minutes ago, saying the room felt a little stuffy. While that wasn't untrue, you were getting anxious.

You tapped your fingers against the counter of the bar, scanning the busy crowd. Maybe it was because you were always with them, but being in an unfamiliar place without Min-seo and Subin glued to your hip made you nervous—even if you and Subin were a little awkward at the moment.

You thought about whether or not you should look for him for a good five minutes. Finally, your mind was made up. You’d rather be awkward with him than anxious without him.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at yourself. Had you really become that dependent on him?

Just as you were about to leave your spot, a familiar voice reached your ears. 

“(Y/N)?”

Though it wasn’t the voice you were searching for, the familiarity did manage to calm your heart in a small way. You turned around, being met with floppy black hair, an outfit that outshone more than half of the room, and a multitude of piercings. 

You could recognize him even in the dim lighting. “Do Hanse,” you smiled, settling back into your seat. “What brings you here?” You pat the spot adjacent to you, inviting him over.

Your classmate returned the smile, taking you up on the offer of the bar stool. “Stress,” he said simply, ordering a glass of whisky right after. “This term paper’s been killin’ me. Us psychology majors don’t have it easy, lemme tell you that,” he said, clicking his glass with yours.

“No joke,” you sighed, joining in the toast. He was no Subin or Min-seo, but he still made you comfortable enough to actually take a sip of your drink. You’d been taking a lot of the same classes since the beginning of the year, so it was easy to become friends with him.

He took a few sips from his glass, savoring the flavor. “What’re you doing your paper on?” he asked, trying to keep the small talk going.

“It’s nothin’ big,” you answered. “The science behind non-verbal communication. There’s been lots of papers on it, but I’m trying to add my own two cents.”

He hummed in response. “So like body-language and whatnot? That’s cool.” He chuckled to himself, resting his chin in his palm. “Kinda wish I’d thought of it. I don’t think I have enough brain power for my own subject.”

“What’d you pick?” you asked, curiosity piqued.

He downed the rest of his drink, swirling the dregs left at the bottom. “The complexity of human emotion,” he said. “Wide subject, I know, but it interests me. Even if I don’t decide to stick with psychology, I at least wanna learn more about people before I quit.”

You gave a short laugh. “I could be your interviewee,” you said, more to yourself than anything else. “I’m going through a lot of complicated emotions right now.” You followed his lead, downing the rest of your glass.

He shrugged. “Why don’t we try it?” he suggested. He ordered you both another round, despite you saying that the drinks were way too pricey. “Tell me what’s goin’ on. You’re stressed, I’m out of ideas, and the night is young.”

You thought about it for a moment. “Okay, I’ll bite,” you said, taking a sip from your glass. “I’m probably gonna need some more of these, though.”

So there you sat for the better part of an hour, spilling everything on your mind to Hanse. It led to many side-rants and childhood stories, but in the end, it all led back to one thing.

Jung Subin.

“Why do you think you’re so obsessed with this lil’ promise from your childhood?” Hanse asked, genuinely curious. He’d actually started taking notes, jotting down random bullet-points on his palm.

You sighed deeply, letting your head drop face-first onto the counter with a dull thud. “I dunno,” you said. You let your head flop to the side so you could see him. “I guess I’m just worried about the losing our friendship. It’s been with me for over 10 years, so I don’t know what I’d do without it.”

You could tell he was tipsy—but then again, so were you. The notes on his palms were broken and abstract, but hopefully they’d still be understandable enough in the morning.

He was actually finding this helpful.

“Want my take?” Hanse asked, hiccupping a little. You gave him a shrug that said, 'Sure, why not.' “You made that promise-slash-rule thingy right after your first heartbreak, right?” You nodded. “From the way I see it, you’ve liked him since around that time, and you made the rule, ‘cause your crappy relationship taught you that once you break up, you split up forever.”

He looked proud of his theory. “I should make music,” he said. “I’m so friggin’ poetic.” He paused for a moment, closing his eyes and trying to regain his thought process.

“Ah-ha!” he exclaimed. “Subconsciously, you didn’t wanna lose him so, bam!” he said, snapping his fingers for emphasis. “You made a rule which automatically closed off any romantic possibilities with him, ‘cause what you learned for your relationship is that they go wrong, and with him, you wanted things to go right.” He took another shot. “Makes sense, right?”

You gave him a tired thumbs up. “Sounds like a fanfic,” you slurred, “but sure. I get it.” You pouted, your cheek smooshed against the counter. “It actually makes a lotta sense. I thought he was the one that broke the rule, but I guess I did it first, huh?”

He was zoning in and out of lucidness at this point, mindlessly bopping along to the beat of the music. “Guess so,” he said, catching the tail-end of your sentence. “Y’know, I actually thought you and him were dating.”

You shot up, almost falling out of your seat. “Excuse me?” you said, swaying back and forth precariously.

“I thought you were dating,” he repeated. “I thought you were kinda cute, so I wanted to ask you on a date, but you two were always together so I was like, ‘Oh, they’re dating. Imma leave them alone.’ Y’know?”

You furrowed your brows. “Just because you’re with somebody doesn’t mean you’re with them,” you said.

Hanse waved a dismissive hand. “You don’t get it,” he said. “You've never seen it from an outsider's prospective, so you wouldn't know, but the way he looks at you is different. It screams ‘love’, not ‘bruh’.”

You went silent. “Hey, Hanse?” you started. “Can I ask you a question?”

He hummed, rubbing his temples and mumbling something about the music being too loud. “Ask away,” he said.

“How would you describe ‘love’?” you asked. “How’s it different from ‘bruh’?”

He pushed his lips out pensively, putting some genuine thought into it. “Scientifically or in my own words?”

“Your own words,” you said. “They’ve been helpful thus far.”

He made a concerted effort to not giggle while speaking. Even through his alcohol-induced state, he knew when to laugh and when to not.

“Love is when someone makes you feel more like yourself than you do when you’re alone,” he said. There was a slight pause. “But at the same time, you wanna push ‘em up against a wall and shove your tongue down their throat.”

You started giggling uncontrollably, slapping your thighs. “You should meet my buddy, Min-seo,” you said. “You’d get on like a house on fire.” Your laughter died down, giving time for his words to actually resonate with you. “So that’s love, huh?”

“In my opinion, yeah,” Hanse replied. “Why don’t you go test it?” He pointed to the upper-level balcony. “He’s right up there.”

You gasped. “What? How long’s he been there?” you questioned. You tried to pick him out in the crowd, but focus made your head hurt.

He scoffed, as if saying, ‘You expect the drunk guy to remember?’ “I dunno,” he slurred. “20 minutes? He’s been glaring hard. Probably thinks I’m tryna steal his girl. But little does he know, I don’t covet what isn’t mine. That ain’t biblical,” he said, pulling down his shirt collar to show off his cross tattoo.

You ignored the blatant tattoo flex. To be honest, you didn’t even fully register it. “I’m not his girl yet,” you said. 

Hanse started giggling. “You said ‘yet’,” he sang. “That means you’re considering it.” He reached out for a fist-bump. “Onward, my friend!” he said. “Go shove your tongue down his throat!”

“Shove whose tongue down whose throat?” a voice asked, clearly annoyed.

You broke into a wide smile, cheeks already hurting. 

You’d know that voice anywhere. You giggled, spinning around in your chair to be faced with Subin, standing there with his jaw clenched and arms crossed, Min-seo right beside him, looking somewhat distressed. You couldn’t help but think, “He looks hot.” 

And that didn’t scare you as much anymore. That was likely mostly because of the countless number of shots you’d taken, but you’d also give some credit to Hanse’s advice and encouraging pep-talk.

All of a sudden, you were overcome with the idea of being able to think that about him whenever you wanted and not have to hold yourself back because you were ‘just friends.’

All you had to do was break one little rule.

If you introduced him to the others, could you maybe become The Four Musketeers?

Min-seo sighed. “Sorry, (Y/N),” she said. “I tried to keep him away for as long as I could, but he’s convinced that this—” She took a look at Hanse, her jaw dropping. “—absolutely gorgeous man is trying to take advantage of you.”

You laughed. “No way, silly!” You gave Hanse a pat on the back, almost knocking the wind out of him. “He’s my counselor,” you said, “and he just gave me some great advice! Wanna hear it?”

Subin looked unconvinced, still scowling. “Enlighten me,” he said.

You leaned forward, grabbing his hands and pulling him towards you. “He said I should make out with you, ‘cause we like each other!” 

Min-seo’s eyes widened. “Oh,” she said. “Well, that’s a new one.” She leaned closer to Hanse. “That was your advice?” He nodded. “Straightforward and to the point... I like it. It’s kinda sexy.”

Subin’s shocked expression made you break out into another fit of laughter. “It’s so simple, right?” you said. “Why didn’t I think of it before?” You hugged around his middle, nuzzling your face into his stomach. 

Subin felt his brain short circuit. This must’ve been how you felt in the car earlier.

“The only problem is, I’m too shy to do it here,” you said. You looked up at him, unintentionally giving him a gaze that sent him spiraling to the place of no return. “Can we go somewhere else?”

It was a sobering experience, straddling Subin in the back of Min-seo’s car, his lips hot against your neck. Once he had you in his hold, your mind felt clearer. Not perfect, but a vast improvement from where you were before. 

You could finally understand how the coffee stain got on the headrest, but you also tried not to think too hard about it, ‘cause... Ew. You were always in this car. You didn't need that imagery in your mind.

Ignoring your useless and wandering thoughts, you focused in on him, fingers carding through his hair, tugging at the strands and causing him to let out a breathy moan against your skin. It sent hot sparks shooting up your body like fireworks. 

He pulled away from your neck. “Kiss my lips,” he said, more of a command than anything else. “You haven’t done that yet.” His eyes had changed. They were darker than you’d ever seen them before. “You suck at taking advice.”

He was so pretty. You couldn’t believe you’d stopped yourself from noticing it for all these years.

You chuckled. “And you’re way more impatient than I imagined,” you said, sweeping his bangs from his eyes. 

He almost pouted. "I just like you so much," he said. "You think I open doors and switch seats for just anyone? You think I send them hearts and tie up their hair? No way." He looked down. "That's just for you..."

You couldn't help but smile. “Just look at me for a minute. Just a minute.” His breathing was heavy, chest heaving up and down. He stared at you, eyes growing more and more desperate. 

You counted down “3... 2... 1” before capturing his lips with your own. It was as if it stole his breath, his hands gripping your waist, trying their best to find purchase. He gained confidence, pulling you closer, exploring you further, kissing you harder.

You pulled away gently, giving him one last chaste peck.

“What’re you doing?” he panted, trying to chase after your lips. “You better not be stopping.” He whined. “Please don’t do this to me.”

You gave him a small smile. “I’m sorry,” you said, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. “Forgive me. I just think it’s better that we stop here.” His eyes screamed the question ‘why?’ You chuckled. “I came out here fulling prepared to have sex with you, but then I realized...”

“I wanna take my time with you,” you continued. “I wanna date you and go through all the stages and the buildup, and I wanna be completely sober during all of those moments. I want you to know that I’m in this for the long run and that... I genuinely want it to last.”

Against his will, a smile started blooming on his face. “Ah, geez,” he sighed, letting his head fall back. “Only you could make cock-blocking sound that romantic.”

.

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[abrakophile]

I was looking through a bunch of junk and found some letters from my dad when he was in the army. I’m afraid I'll accidently toss them, so maybe I’ll put them here?

OPs Name JUNE 02 03

I LOVE YOU

THIS IS MY NAME IN KURDISH

*my dad wrote his first and last name, and under it, in Kurdish*

ILL TRY AND FIND OUT HOW TO WRITE YOUR NAME AND MOMS TOO.

ITS STILL HOT. I WORK AND READ BOOKS TO PASS THE TIME AWAY.

HOW ARE YOU DOING? GOOD I HOPE. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? DO YOU EVER HANG OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS? TELL THEM I SAID “WASSUP?” NAH, DONT TELL THEM. TELL ME WHAT YOUR THINKING. I’M TRYING TO SEND YOU SOME MORE OF MY DRAWINGS. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DRAW YOU? DID YOU LIKE THE DRAWING I SENT YOU OF YOU NAME? ITS ALRIGHT IF YOU DIDNY. JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU DO WANT ME TO DRAW YOU.

(Flip Page)

THIS IS WEIRD! (The page does not have lines on the left side of it) i WONDER WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS PIECE OF PAPER. HaHa

I MISS YOU ALOT. PLEASE SOND ME SOME MORE OF YOUR DRAWINGS, YOU CAN DRAW ME ANYTHING YOU WANT TO.

ARE YOU BEING GOOD FOR YOUR MOM? ITS NICE IF YOU HELP HER OUT WHILE I’M AWAY.

HAVE YOU BEEN ANYPLACE NEW? HOW IS SCHOOL GOING FOR YOU? IS MOMMY GOING TO SCHOOL? I KNOW I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL WHEN I GET BACK. HOPEFULLY I GET THE CHANCE TO LEARN EVERYTHING THAT THERE IS TO KNOW. THAT WOULD BE GREAT.

ALSO, ID LIKE TO DO SOME FISHING? HOW ABOUT YOU? I GUESS ILL END HERE. BE GOOD AND STAY IN SCHOOL. AND JUST SAY NO TO DRUGS.

THEYRE BAD.

I LIVE YOU OP

*hearts and x’s* DADDY

---

(I don’t know if all these pages are in order or if it’s missing any, but this was the letter in the same stack as the last but this one was for my mom. In some places his indents indicate passage of time.)

I HAVENT HAD ANY TIME TO WRITE SINCE WEVE BEEN ON THE ROAD, NOT TO MENTION THAT WE CAN’T SEND MAIL WHEN WE’RE MOVING ALL THE TIME.

WEVE BEEN ON THE ROAD FOR ABOUT FIVE OR SIX DAYS, I HAVENT REALLY BEEN COUNTING. I KNOW I TOLD YOU THAT WE’D BE IN KUWAIT FOR A WHILE, BUT THAT WAS SO YOU WOULDNT BE WORRIED. I’M GOING TO KEEP THIS LETTER THOUGH, TILL I GET HOME.

ABOUT TWO NIGHTS AGO, WE DROVE THROUGH BAGDHAD, SOMEBODY SAID THAT THERE WERE PILED BODIES, I DONT KNOW IF IT WAS TRUE.

AND I GUESS YESTERDAY, A COUPLE OF PEOPLE SAID THEY SAW A MISSILE OR SOEMTHING SHOT AT US. I WAS TRYING TO FIX A TRUCK SO I DIDNT SEE IT.

ITS NOT AS DUSTY HERE IN IRAQ. IT REMINDS ME OF THE CONVOYS IN KOREA.

MOST OF THE PEOPLE WILL WAVE “HI”. SOME OTHERS DONT.

I SAW A KID OPEN HIS HAND ONCE WHILE MOVING, AND IT SAID “BUSH” THAT WAS KIND OF COOL.

OH YEAH. HERES A STORY. WHILE OUT DOING A MISSION, ONE OF OUR “BRADLEY” TANKS FIRED ON AN ENEMY AMMO TRUCK AND CLIPPED A KID. THE ROUNDS BLEW ONE OF HIS LEGS OFF AND SOME OF THE OTHER, FROM THE KNEE DOWN. SO THE MEDICS PICKED HIM UP AND BROUGHT HIM TO OUR RECONCOLIDATING POINT FOR MEDICAL TREATMENT. I GUESS HE EVENTUALLY DIED FROM LOSS OF BLOOD THE NEXT NIGHT AND YESTERDAY THEY TOOK HIM OUT AND BURIED HIM.

ALSO WE PICKED UP ABOUT 25-30 P.O.W.s AND SENT THEM SOUTH.

IT GETS PRETTY COLD AT NIGHT. AND THE DAY’S ARE VERY HOT.

SINCE WE LEFT KUWAIT ITS BEEN ME AND MENDOZA IN THE FIVE TON WRECKER AND I HAVE TO ADMIT THAT ITS BEEN EXCITING. WE KEPT GETTING SEPERATED FROM THE CONVOY AND BREAKING DOWN. BUT I THINK THAT WERE BETTER NOW. HOPEFULLY.

IM STILL WAITING TO BE AMBUSHED TO MAKE ALL THIS SEEM REAL TO ME. A PART OF ME WANTS IT AND ANOTHER DOESNT.

AND IT SEEMS LIKE ONLY OUR UNIT HAS TO STAY IN UNIFORM, EVERYONE ELSE WEARS T-SHIRTS AND BANDENA’S AND RAGS ON THEIR HEAD

WERE STILL GOING NORTH. NOBODY KNOWS HOW LONG WE’LL STAY. ITS NOT THAT BAD HERE. MEANING, IT COULD BE WORSE. 

I USED A “SHIT-CHAIR”. ITS JUST A METAL CHAIR WITH A HOLE CUT IN THE MIDDLE AND THE SEAT FROM A TOILET BOLTED TO IT, GROSS.

HELICOPTERS CAN BE HEARD ALL DAY AND NIGHT. I GOT TO SEE THEM DROP BOMBS ALL DAY ABOUT 3 DAYS AGO, FROM A DISTANCE OF COURSE.

ILL BE DRIVING AGAIN, IN A MINUTE. PROBABLY RE-FUEL AND BACK ON THE ROAD AGAIN. IM ENJOYING IT.

I HAVE 8 MAGAZINES FULL OF ROUNDS. NO GRENADES, BUT I LIKE IT LIKE THAT.

SOMETIMES IT SMELLS LIKE SHIT.

I GUESS ILL END IT HERE FOR NOW

I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU TWO TWICE IF NOT THRICE AS MUCH AS YOU MIGHT MISS ME TOO.

HELLO AGAIN. WERE SOMEWHERE NEAR TIKRI + MOSUL. YESTERDAY, ME + MENDOZA WENT LOOKING FOR MOMENTO’S. WE BROKE A LOCK TO A NEAR BY BUNKER AND FOUND 6 A.K.47s! BUT ON OUR WAY BACK TO TURN THEM IN, MAJOR TATU GOT THEM FROM US. I WAS SO PISSED. BUT I GOT A GAS MASK w/ FILTER, A FULL MAGAZINE CLIP FROM ONE OF THE A.K.s AND A BERET WITH IRAQ 1 RANK ON IT.

I MADE A STENCIL FOR THE TRUCK WERE RIDING IN. ITS CALLED THE “GAMBLER.” YESTERDAY MENDOZA DROVE, SO TODAY ILL BE DRIVING.

IM NOT POSITIVE, BUT, I THINK WERE GOING TO TURKEY. NIETO SAYS THAT HE OVERHEARD SOMEBODY FROM S1 (or SI, I’m not sure) SAYING WE MIGHT GET PAID EXTRA FOR GOING THROUGH BAGHDAD.

I THINK NIETO’S MAD AT ME. CANT EXPLAIN WHY. MAYBE ITS BECAUSE IM RIDING WITH MENDOZA AND HE DOESNT LIKE MENDOZA TOO MUCH. OH WELL, WHATEVER REASON, HOPE THINGS GET NORMAL AGAIN. HAVE TO GO,

*hearts and xs*

TODAY IS THE 25th OF APRIL, I RECEIVED FIVE OR SIX (OR SEVEN) LETTERS YESTERDAY. THE LATEST WAS DATED 07 OF APRIL. THAT TELLS ME THAT ITS GOING TO TAKE A WHILE TO COMMUNICATE.

WE HAVENT RECEIVED MAIL BECAUSE WEVE BEEN MOVING NEVER STAYING IN ONE PLACE MORE THAN A DAY, OR TWO, UNTIL NOW. WE’VE BEEN IN THIS SPOT GOING ON FOUR DAYS TOMORROW?!

GIVE ME A MINUTE...

FOR THE LAST COUPLE OF DAYS IVE BEEN HELPING MENDOZA PULL THE ENGINE OUT OF A 5 TON TRUCK AND SWITCH IT w/ ANOTHER ONE. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN EASY BUT THE FLY WHEEL SEIZED UP INSIDE THE BELL HOUSING. ITS FINISHED NOW AND THE RUMOR IS WE’RE LEAVING  (OR MOVING) AGAIN TOMORROW.

ITS 10:33 THURSDAY MORNING. YOUR TIME IS 12:32 JUST TURNING THURSDAY.

I ALMOST CRYED WHEN I SAW ELIS PICTURE. I REALLY MISS BOTH OF YOU. LET ME BACK TO BEFORE I GOT DISTRACTED. I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO SEND MAIL BECAUSE WE’VE BEEN MOVING. BUT I GUESS THAT WHATEVER THREAT THERE WAS (IF ANY), ISNT SO THREATFUL ANYMORE, WE CAN START RECEIVING AND SENDING MAIL. NO PHONE TO CALL FROM, AND NO INTERNET TO E-MAIL FROM.

THE WHOLE UNIT IS SCATTERED, SO EVEN IF I GET WHAT YOU NEED IT’LL TAKE FOREVER TO GET IT TO YOU. LET ME PULL THOSE LETTERS BACK OUT. OH WAIT. I DID LAUNDRY AND SOME UNDERWEAR THATS DRY, FELT HARD, OH WELL, WAIT A SECOND, K

I HAD TO FOLD SOME T-SHIRTS. ALL MY SOCKS ARE STILL DAMP. 

YOU CAN USE MY CONTRACT TO SHOW THAT I ENLISTED IN TEXAS AND HOWS THIS

*On a separate sheet my dad wrote a detailed note for my mom to give to someone to confirm that he did want to buy a house. He writes “I AM ALIVE AND WELL.” and “PLEASE ACCEPT THIS PAPER”, then he signed it with his scribble signature, and underneath it wrote his name in print and added “1st SQUADRON 10th CAVALRY HEADQUARTERS TROOP (I have no clue what this means)*

HOW’S THAT? HOPE I SPELLED EVERYTHING CORRECTLY. IM ALMOST READY WITH A DESIGN TO COVER THE OTHER TATTOOS ON MY LEFT FOREARM.

I JUST FINISHED LOOKING OVER ALL THOSE LETTERS YOU SENT FOR ME

IM BACK! I GOT SLEEPY SO I TRYED TO LAY DOWN FOR A LITTLE BIT. NO SLEEP. I DONT THINK. I DIDNT HAVE ENOUGH WATER TO WASH MY DCV’S AND A PAIR OF BDV’S. BESIDES FOR DRINKING WATER, BUT WE HAVE TO CONSERVE IT.

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE RUMORS. TOMORROW WE’LL BE LEAVING FOR THE IRAN/IRAQ BORDER TO DO “PEACE KEEPING” FOR 3 TO 6 mths. OTHERS SAY THAT THE 4ID (i think is what this says) GENERAL WANTS TO KEEP US HERE TILL NOV., THATS WHEN 1 CAV WILL COME TO REPLACE US. WHILE OTHERS SAY WE MIGHT LEAVE BY JUNE. NOTHINGS FOR SURE.

SMALLER RUMORS FLOATING AROUND THE SITE ARE; RAMSEY AND SFC BACON ARE SLEEPING TOGETHER. SGT SIREK HAS PLANS TO TAKE NIETO AS HIS APPRENTICE AND PADIWAN LEARNER OF THE DARK SIDE. LITTLE BLACK ARNOLD IS MILITARY INTELLIGENCE FOR SPECIAL FORCES OPERATING UNDER COVER A SURVEILLENCE AS PART OF

*the rest of the page is blank*

IM BACK. TODAY IS THE 27th. I GOT BACK TO THE LITTLE CAMP AREA ABOUT AN HOUR AND A HALF AGO. I LEFT YESTERDAY MORNING TO, WELL, AS PART OF DE-CON (DE-CONTAMINATION) MISSION. HERES THE INFORMATION THAT I GATHERED.

A SITE HAD BEEN FOUND THAT WAS THOUGHT TO HAVE CHEMICAL WEAPONS AND 1-10 WAS APPOINTED TO GO TO THE SITE AND DE-CON THE CIVILIANS THAT WERE GOING TO OPEN THEM. AS IT TURNS OUT THE CIVILIANS HAVE BEEN DE-LAYED AND WOULD BE SET BACK 1 DAY.

THE NBC TEAM THAT I WAS WITH WERENT PREPARED TO STAY OVER NIGHT AND AS FORCASTED BY SSG MINOR WE MIGHT HAVE HAD TO STAY 3 TO 4 DAYS. EVERYBODY WAS PISSED.

LATELY ITS BEEN GETTING REALLY COLD AT NIGHT AND WE JUST HAPPENED TO BE NEAR A RUNNING RIVER. SO THE, ITS ABOUT 9 O’CLOCK AND IM BEAT, NO SLEEPING BAG OR ANYTHING TO COVER UP WITH AND I DECIDE TO TRY AND SLEEP. I GET AS COMFORTABLE AS POSSIBLE AND I GET ATTACKED BY MOSQUITOS. NOW IM PISSED SO I DECIDED TO JUST TO STAY UP ALL NIGHT. ABOUT 10PM ONE OF THE HEMTT (this might just say “hemi”, I don’t know) FUELERS SHOWS UP AND SGT TORRES SAYS HE HAS EVERYBODYS SLEEPING BAG! THE SITES ABOUT 45 MINS AWAY AND THEY LEFT SOMETIME MID AFTERNOON TO GET OUR SHIT, I HATE THESE PEOPLE.

RIGHT NOW ITS 9:01 PM AND ITS 11:02 AM YOUR TIME. I MISS YOU.

RIGHT NOW IM GOING TO ADDRESS AN ENVELOPE AND HAVE IT READY TO SEND TOMMOROW THE 28th. IM SORRY IF IT SEEMS THAT IM NOT WRITING VERY OFTEN. FOR A WHILE WE COULDN’T. AND NOW THAT IT SEEMS WE MIGHT BE HERE A LITTLE WHILE, THEYVE KEPT ME REALLY BUSY. LET ME ADDRESS THE ENVELOPES (he drew a star here)

ALL DONE. I THOUGHT ABOUT THE HOUSE A LOT TODAY AND YESTERDAY. IM SURE BY THE TIME THIS LETTER REACHES YOU, YOU’LL HAVE EITHER GOTTEN IT OR GAVE IT UP. IM O.K. WITH EITHER DECISION YOUVE MADE.

YOUVE KEPT THIS FAMILY TOGETHER, AND THAT MAKES ME PROUD. YOUR SMART, ATTRACTIVE AND FUNNY. AND YOU DONT TAKE ANY SHIT FROM ANYBODY. I LOVE YOU.

I HOPE THAT OUR DAUGHTER TURNS OUT TO BE LIKE YOU.

I GUESS ILL MAIL THIS TOMORROW, FIRST THING, SO

EVER YOURS

EVER MINE

*my dad signed it with his scribble, and wrote his name under it. under that are hearts and x’s with my mom’s name and then my name under hers.*

[jjsjuiceboxx]

LOVE TRIANGLE

POPExREADERxTOPPER

REQUESTED FOR: @letsgofullkook

SUMMARY: a love triangle between readerxtopper and readerxpope

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: underage drinking, smoking, cuss words, angst.

︎A/N- revamping my stuff so I’m just editing for decoration and stuff to make it pop more and draw attention ( no changes to the actual fic ), happy reading :).

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You were currently on hms pogue with John B, Kie, pope, and JJ you were zoning out looking how the suns reflection could be seen from the water of the marsh, you were pulled out of your thoughts when Kie started to talk about the kegger tonight at the boneyard.

“ok so who is going to bring what?�� Kie asked looking to everyone expectantly.

Across the boat you can see JJ smirk “you all already know I’ve got the weed.”

“I’ll have the kegs filled up and take them both to the boneyard.” John B stated

You were about to speak but was cut off suddenly when you felt a cold chill approaching, “hey are you ok y/n?” Pope asked you slightly concerned.

“Yeah dont worry Pope I just got a cold chill suddenly it’s gone now tho.” You smiles sweetly at him for even noticing and then instantly be concerned Pope eyed you suspiciously he could still see chill pumps on your arms so he walked to his bag and pulled out his hoodie, his favorite one that he won’t even let John b or JJ wear.

Instead of Pope handing it to you he put it over your shoulders letting you slip your arms into them then he zipped it up for you, you blushed at the action heart pounding pope smiled at you.

“Really she can wear your hoodie without asking but when we ask nicely you don’t let us? Man I even say please I never say please!” JJ explained shocked

“She isn’t a cluts like John b and doesn’t spill beer everywhere and I cannot have you making my hoodie reek of weed, besides it’s Y/N we are talking about she doesn’t need to ask” Pope state’s non challenger

“Wow pope you’re a changed man.” Kie said laughing at the end and sending a wink your way

You were close with all the pogues but you and kie were the closest gossiping with one another about kooks and the boys while you did face masks and painted each other’s nails she knew you had a crush on pope which is odd considering he isn’t your type but he is so smart and it’s almost mysterious and he isn’t afraid to tell random people he wants to be a coroner and then proceed to tell them facts about what happens after you die and you couldn’t help but catch feelings.

“Wow pope you’re a changed man.” Kie said laughing at the end and sending a wink your way.

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You and the rest of the pogues were now at the boneyard setting up for the kegger kie brought chips and a speaker to blast music, John b had the kegs and was setting them up, JJ sat down on a big fallen tree with his small contribution his weed, pope had a cooler with ice and more drinks inside while you carried a beach chair and solo cups kie also had you pick up straws for some of the beer in the cooler and it HAD to be recyclable.

“Y/N you know even at parties we have to save the turtles and other animals and our only earth.” She said seriously when you went to object she gave you a stern look.

“Yeah yeah....right the straws” you said kinda scared

“recyclable straws recyclable is important” she hollered after you now you were putting the straws on the table and putting solo cups out to be easily grabbed when you saw a few kooks show up a little earlier probably to set up their own beers and what not

But you couldn’t help but think Topper would be here yes he was dating Sarah but he always flirted with you before and during the relationship you at first hated it but one day when he stopped you realized you miss it so you decided the next time you saw him you would flirt first and so you did he then offered to get you a coffee and eat and you really got to know topper not kook topper, he hated pogues and was rude to them but he has never said anything bad about you atleast not to your face he always bullied the others.

As more people showed up you started to get anxious about toppers arrival you knew he was coming he always does the question was when ? And do you go up and talk to him ? When it’s just him and you you guys always talk about real stuff and you see that topper is just like the rest of us just slightly more perfect and put together.

You decided to start getting drunk to calm your nerves once you had two cups you were tipsy still sober enough to remember things and control yourself but a lot more relaxed and care free you saw pope walk away from taking to a girl and decided to dance with him.

“Pope come dance with me I love this song” you said cheerfully while spinning around

“Fine but If you get sick from spinning I’ll be mad” he laughed grabbing your hand

You and pope danced for 30 mins or something laughing and joking around and then suddenly you caught a glimpse of a tall tan boy with frosted tips along with Sarah and Kelce right by his side a slow song was playing and pope had you facing the entrance to the boneyard suddenly you and topper made eye contact he Gave you a slight nod in which you returned with a smile but it suddenly shifted when he looked away shaking his head so pulled back from pope and started taking his hoodie off

“I’m getting hot from all the Dancing I’m gunna grab a drink and cool off” you told him Pope pulled you into a tight hug that lasted about a minute.

“Thank you for dancing with me I’ve always wanted to slow dance with a pretty girl.” Pope stated shyly scratching the back of his head.

“Aww I’ll slow dance with you anytime handsome” you said blushing getting on your tip toes and kissing his cheek letting it linger for a bit you back off seeing him blush under the moonlight you handed him his hoodie and walked to get a drink.

While waiting in the line for a drink you looked up to see Sarah climbing a red buoy and Kelce and topper trying to get her down safely you looked away not wanting to catch their eyes. You hadn’t noticed but topper gave up as Sarah was being rather difficult while kelce climber up with her to pry her hands off the top of the buoy.

You felt a light tap on your shoulder prying your eyes away from John b trying to impress tourons by juggling some beers, your eyes met a pair of eyes you were all familiar with, topper.

“Hey there ken of the outerbanks, hows it hanging in the Barbie dream house?” You questioned amused

Topper laughed at your nickname you gave him “it isn’t the Barbie dream house when she isn’t my Barbie you’re” topper declared

You and topper during many of your hang outs tho you like to calls them private dates where you just talk and laugh he was wearing a bright salmon polo and khaki shorts with a belt and some sperrberrys to match and let out a little chuckle and said he looked like your old ken doll you have “accidently” taken from school, oops.

Topper laughed “ok ok fine I’ll take it but you have to be my Barbie” he said laughing

“Ok I’ll be the Barbie to you ken”

And hence the day the nicknames had been born. By this time it was your turn to get your drink topper took your cup and filled it up and gave it back to you while he did his.

“Wow who knew topper Thornton could be such a gentlemen” you mocked

“Oh haha you’re so funny aren’t you Barbie” topper said sarcastically

You were about to come up with a remark when he suddenly turned to you stopping you in your tracks looking at you seriously.

“Hey can we like uh talk somewhere?” He questioner awkwardly.

“Yeah of course top Ik a good place” you motioned him to follow you in a set of bushes near the woods looking around once you got there for any horny drunk teens only to find none.

“Is everything ok topper? You’re never really serious unless something is wrong” you said worrying you know a conversation with topper was serious when you said his name and not a nickname.

“I know you’re friends with pope and I’m with Sarah but I can’t talk to Sarah or rafe and Kelce the way I can with you I feel like the real me I had forgotten about and you help me find it again, I don’t know I guess I got slightly jealous seeing you dance with Pope and laughing while wearing his hoodie” topper said quickly

You put your hands on either side of his cheek making him look you in the eyes you stared at him in an adoring way “topper I feel the same but I’m a pogue you’re a kook even though we understand one another not everyone can see it that way, I mean rafe could unfriend you Sarah wouldn’t be around and I don’t want you to lose that because of me” you said softly

“I know I know it just sucks because I do really like you I want To be with you, don’t get me wrong I like Sarah too but I feel pressured because of my parents saying and putting words into my head makes me wonder if I really like her or if I just think I do, but one thing for sure I know I like you” topper stated stepping closer

By this time Sarah was looking for topper him being gone far to long for “getting a drink” when she neared the keg topper was no where insight “hey kie I know you hate me but have you seen topper? He was getting drinks and now he is gone” Sarah explained looking around

“ I saw him walk down the beach following someone too dark to tell who, I know what you’re thinking that I’m saying that to upset you like or whatever but I’m not” kie defended rolling her eyes.

“No I can tell when your lying I believe you thank you” Sarah said walking off in the direction joe pointed too.

“Topper I like you too but I don’t know how this could work and I don’t want to hurt you saying this but I also like pope but we don’t flirt nearly as much as we do he doesn’t know I like him” you said looking down not wanting to hurt him

“ hey hey it’s ok friends who spend all the time together are bound to catch feelings whether it’s one sided or not I’m not upset thank you for being honest” he said smiling softly tucking some hair behind your ear you smiled leaning into his soft touch.

Pope was a little further down the beach then Sarah was pope sat in front of the fire with a marshmallow on a stick while John b laughed at pope trying to teach JJ how to roast a perfect marshmallow for the worlds best s’mores, “JJ you need to hold both hands one on top of the other at the bottom of the stick and then push your marshmallow down at the top till the stick poked through the marshmallow so it won’t fall into the fire and waste the marshmallow, then you hold it just above the flames. No not like that it’s too close you will catch the marshmallow on fire....again. Now you wait 5 mins then rotate it to the other side and then wait 5 mins and do the same all over so it gets a perfect brown shade don’t catch it on fire because one it’s bitter two it is a lot more hot and three some sparks could be left on it that you can’t see and will burn the shit out of your tongue possible 2nd degree burn that grants a hospital visit now you see mine is perfectly brown on all sides now you take your graham crackers and put the marshmallow on one then the chocolate then you sandwich it all together like so and bam you’ve got yourself the worlds best s’more” Pope said with a chefs kiss after he did a technical tutorial on the proper way to make a smore for the poor boy who has never learned how.

“Eww mine looks like toe cheese” JJ said grimacing.

“ I don’t want to know why you know that man.” John b said watching it play out amusingly.

“Just eat it JJ it’s good the best ever honestly, off topic have you seen y/n I havnt seen her in 30 mins” pope asked curiously

“Aww pope you have a crush on the baby pogue” JJ said teasingly

“JJ leave him alone who cares if he likes her damn, but uh I saw her walk the way” John b Pointed in the direction you had went

Pope stood up nodding his head going in that direction to look for the girl he was soo in love with still ahead of Sarah.

You could feel the tension between you and topper being so close to one another he started to lean on slowly and you did too not being in control of your body you were so lost in his eyes your lips finally touched and it was slow and passionate and it felt like time has stopped just as it was getting more heated you heard a twig snap and looked behind topper to see a wide eyed pope standing there.

“ y/n....what’s going on why are you kissing topper ???” Pope asks shocked

“I..I” you stuttered startled that pope who you like caught you kissing another guy you also like

“Topper you there?” You heard Sarah’s voice from behind a tree

“He’s right here” Pope deadpanned looking you straight in the eye

“ topper there yo- what are you two doing?” Sarah asked confused

“We were just talking babe.” Topper said softly

“Yeah If by talking you mean tongues in each other’s mouths” pope said angrily

Sarah stares between you and topper shocked “is..is this true topper?” Sarah asked quietly when topper looked down and didn’t say anything she knew her answer.

“Wow and after all I’ve told you about my past and you do this, you told me you loved me” Sarah said walking away.

“Pope look I ca-“ you were cut off by pope speaking

“No no you don’t get to talk right now, I thought you liked me? I know you never said it but I can pick up some ques, I gave you my favorite hoodie so you were warm I danced with you and I stood for an hour waiting for you and you never showed. Was I just a toy for you to use when topper isn’t here?” Pope asked sad

“What no of course not I like you a lot Pope I really do, but I also like topper as well and I’m so confused I don’t know why or how anything would work with any of us with the no pogue on pogue macking rule and the whole kook vs pogue thing I...I just don’t know” you said ashamed

“Wow, you were just talking shit about topper the other day and now you like him? I’m sorry y/n I can’t do this right now you don’t like me because if you did you wouldn’t have has another guy so pick topper” Pope said tears in his eyes leaving the seen fast.

You looked at topper tears running down your face he immediately wrapped you In his arms rubbing your head as a loud sob shot out of your body and a bunch of oh my gods.

“Hey hey it’s ok just let him cool down and then you can speak it him rationally I’m not mad you like us both I get it all I ask is that you give me a chance and Pope too and then when you’re ready you can choose who you want or choose neither of us” topper said reassuringly.

You pulled out of his embrace nodding your head as you wiped your tears away planning on what to tell pope when everything is calmed down.

[sarahegerton96]

Field Trip(Dennis Severs)

This was requested by the amazing @primaba11erina, I hope you like it babe it was really fun for me to write and I hope I done it justice and its what you had imagined it would turn out like :) Please excuse any mistakes I edited it but may have missed some :) really sorry it took me so long :)

Summary:

Y/N was a first grade teacher who had arranged for her class to go on a field trip to the local fire station where her boyfriend works( none of the kids know Y/N and Dennis are together) so the firemen could teach the kids about fire safety and what to do in the event of a fire, seeing her boyfriend interact with all the kids made her heart flutter, she knew she always wanted kids someday and after seeing Dennis today she made the decision that she was ready and decided she would tell Dennis when he got home this evening in a rather exciting way ;)  

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* the sound of Y/N's alarm going off woke her, groaning as she rolled over  to find her phone on the nightstand to silence the alarm. Thank god today was the last day of the school term, no more 6am starts, she could have a lie on and enjoy the summer with her wonderful boyfriend Dennis she though to herself as she made her way to the bathroom to get ready for the day, after showering and getting dressed she made her way downstairs where she was met with the smell of bacon and coffee and the sight of her boyfriend sitting at the table shirtless sipping of his coffee and scrolling through his phone.

"Morning babe" he said smiling as he noticed you walk into the kitchen, "good morning Den" you replied as you walked over to him kissing him as he pulled you into his lap inhaling the scent of your coconut shampoo on your freshly washed hair, "mmm you smell delicious babe, I bet you taste even better" he mumbled against you as he trailed kissed down your neck sucking gently at your sweet spot just below your ear. "Den not now I've to get to work" you said hesitantly as you tried to pull away, unsuccessful in your attempts as he tightened his grip on you. "Babe its only 6:25, you don't have to leave until 7:45, we've got plenty of time" he said as he sunk he teeth into the skin of your collarbone, sighing you finally gave in as you melted into his topless torso, his hands sliding beneath the waistband of your leggings fingers gentle brushing over the thin material of your panties..."Shit babe its 7:15, I've only 30 minutes to have breakfast and get to the school" you say as your pulling on your panties and leggings looking around for where you bra and top landed after Dennis tore them off you. "Relax babe your class is going on their field trip today to the station aren't they? you'll have plenty of time you can afford to be a few mins late" he says as hes zipping up his trousers. " you go finish getting ready and I'll get your breakfast and coffee ready, yeah?" he says placing a reassuring kiss to your lips, "thank you babe" you hurry off to the bathroom to fix your hair and brush your teeth.

You arrived back in the kitchen to see Dennis has your coffee and breakfast ready on the table as promised. "Den babe where are you ?" you called out as you sat down to have breakfast, looking at your phone the time read 7:25am, phew I still have 20 minutes left, "In the bedroom babe, be down in a few" he calls from the bedroom. Ten minutes later I had finished my breakfast and was putting my cup and plate in the sink when I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist and Dennis softly kissing my neck, I leaned into his touch and kiss sighing contently wishing that I didn't have to leave for work. "I wish you didn't have to leave babe" he says as if he just read my mind, "Me too babe but today is the last day and I'm all yours" you purr in his ear making him groan, you and Dennis spend the next 10 minutes in a very deep handsy make out against the kitchen counter, you reluctantly break away to check the time and notice its time for you to leave. Dennis hesitantly lets you go after try to pursued you to call in sick you kiss him goodbye and leave for work.

****15 minutes later*****

When you arrive at the school the principal calls you into the office, "Y/N can I talk to you for a minute please?" "Of course whats up?" worrying that your going to get into trouble for being 5 minutes late trying to think of an excuse. "I'm sorry to have to ask you this as I know you were busy today packing up your classroom while your class was going on a field trip to the fire station but Ms.Madden has called in sick and wont be able to assist Sarah on the trip so could you please go with Sarah?" "Oh em yeah sure, of course" you stuttered out a bit surprised. "Great thank you so much they leave in 45 minutes, meeting outside at the fire assembly point" she says "I'll be ready" I say as I walk out of the office towards my classroom debating on whether to text Dennis to inform him that I will be going but decided against and to surprise him, I have 45 minutes to try pack up as much of my room as possible so I get to work boxing things up.

****45 minutes later****

Once all the kids were loaded onto the bus, permission slips were checked and a head count done we were on our way to the fire station, it was only 30 minutes to the fire station, along the way the kids played games and sang songs to pass the time, once we arrived at the station we gathered the kids up and gave them all name tags and done another headcount to make sure we had everyone. Kev one of the main firemen greeted us and showed us to one of the main halls to wait for the rest of the firemen, they were on their way back from a call for a house fire, 10 minutes later Dennis and 2 other firemen that you didn't recognize walked into the the hall laughing and joking, when suddenly Dennis stopped abruptly in his tracks and his eyes going wide as he saw you standing there clearly surprised as he wasn't expecting to see you. "What are you doing here he said" still trying to recover from the shock of seeing you and not draw attention to you's, "Ms.Madden called in sick so I had to cover for her" you say smirking quickly as you walked off leaving him standing there.

"Right so boys and girls today were going to be learning about fire safety and what to do in the event of a fire" Kev says to get the attention of the kids, all the kids immediately stop talking and listen to Kevin explain all about the do's and don'ts of of what to do and what not to do in the event of a fire. All the kids sat there mouths open in awe of what Kevin had to say, 20 minutes later Kevin asked  had any of the kids got any questions before they done the tour of the fire station, a few of the kids asked some really good questions you were impressed by them. "Now if yous would like to form an orderly line and follow me we will begin the tour" Kev said, all the kids scrambled to get in line quickly and they were on their way, as you were walking out you felt yourself being pulled into a room just off to the side, and a pair of lips come in contact with yours in a hungry kiss and a pair of hands grabbing my ass, "Dennis we cant, not here someone will find us" you moan out as he continues his assault on your mouth, hips lips moving down your neck sucking and nipping just below your ear, loosing all the will to fight against him your hands trail up his back and into his hair tugging at it now it's his turn to moan against your neck, he grinds his hips against you and you can feel a very prominent boner in his pants, one of your hands leaves his hair to palm over it earning another moan from him, "Oh god Y/N the things you do to me, you think I would have gotten enough of you this morning after pounding into you on the kitchen table" you cant take it anymore and drop to your knees in front of him, undoing his zipper and taking him into your mouth without any warning, "Shit babe don't stop please j-just like that" he moans out as he bucks his hips causing you to gag on his dick, with that he grabs your hair holing you in place as he cumming down your throat, just then the door swings open and Kevin stops dead when he sees whats going on in front of him, "I guess i'll just say that yous 2 went off to get the kids fire men hats and certificates" smirking as he turns and walks out heading back towards the kids and Sarah. You look up at Dennis finally swallowing his load as he tucks himself back into his pants and helps you up capturing your lips in a sweet kiss tasting himself on your lips. "That was so fucking hot babe, as much as I'd love to return the favor we better get back" you bite your lip and nod.

You's make your way back to the group carrying a stack of plastic firemen hats and the kids certs from the trip to the station handing each kid a hat and putting their certs in to one side to hand out at the end of the trip. "Who wants to go down the pole?" Dennis says "Me" all the kids shout at once and yous all burst out laughing, "okay hope on" he says as he lifts up one of the kids and showing them how to hold on, "Ready" he says once the kid is in position and making sure Kev is at the end to catch them as they go down "Yeah" he lets her go and she squeals in delight as she slides down the pole. You watch Dennis interact with the kids over the next hour, playing, laughing , joking and showing them all the tools in the fire truck, one of the girls tugs on Dennis trousers and he bends down, "Yes sweetheart how can I help you?" he says smiling "could I please try on your fireman coat?" she asks "of course you can" he says as he takes it off the hook and drapes it over her shoulders folding the sleeves up as its to big on her and zips it up, he picks he up and turns to you with her in his arms, "How's she look" he says smiling at you and his smile is such a happy content beaming smile, you breath hitches in your throat and tears well in your eyes as you look at the love of your life holding the little girl in his arms and you cant help but think of what an amazing dad Dennis would make one day. "You look absolutely beautiful sweetheart" you say half taking to the little girl and half taking to Dennis.

You and Dennis have always talked about having kids one day and seeing him with all the kids today makes you realize that you don't want to wait anymore, you love Den and he loves you so what are yous waiting for, it was in that moment that you decided you were going to tell Dennis that you were ready to start a family with him, the thought made you get butterflies and you couldn't wait to get home and get everything ready, 15 minutes later it was time to start loading the kids back on the coach but not before a group photo for the kids to remember, they stood in 2 line holding their certs up and their fireman hats on Sarah and Kevin stood at one end and me and Dennis stood at the other end both Kevin and Dennis fully clothed in their uniforms, I could feel myself getting hornier as Dennis stood there his arm around my waist. "Say cheese"Kev shouted as the picture was taken, "Now kids time to go can you all please say thank you Kevin and Dennis for taking time out of their busy day to have us and for such an amazing fun filled and educational day" I say as start to gather the kids "Thank you Dennis Thank you Kevin" all the kids say, "You's are all very welcome" they say. "Sarah can get all the kids loaded onto the bus I'll be with you in a few just want to thank the guys and make sure nobody left anything behind" I say as I walk towards Dennis, "Of course"Sarah replies. "Are you okay babe? you looked quite upset earlier on you had tears in your eyes? was it because Kev caught us?" he asked concerned, "No no quite the opposite actually, but before I could explain Kev interrupted us walking over standing there smirking  "What you smirking at?" I asked knowing too well what it was, "So Y/N what was that I caught you's two up to earlier?" amusement laced through his voice, "Well Kevin what did it look like to you?" I replied with just as much amusement "It looked like you were sucking Dennis here off in the supply closet" he said with another smirk "A+ for you Kev, you listened in sex ed" I say with a smirk as I kiss Dennis goodbye. I walk towards the bus, I stopped "Oh Dennis" I say as I turned me head "Yeah babe?" he says "Wear the uniform home tonight" I say with a wink and continue making my way to the bus trying to hide the blush that makes it way over my face hearing all the lads hooting and hollering, "Dennis is getting some tonight" I hear Kev say as I step onto the bus.

We arrive back at the school 45 minutes later and all the kids parents are waiting to collect them, I am bombarded with thank you gifts from my students and parents which is so sweet I thank them and the parents and make my way to the car, I put all the gifts in the boot, wave goodbye to my colleagues wish them a lovely summer and I'm finally on my way home to get ready for my fun filled evening with Den, I stop by Victoria's Secret to pick up some lingerie I settle on a red lacy corset and matching panties and and some red stockings, these will surely get a reaction out of Den I think as I pay for them and make my way home to start dinner.

****1 hour later****

Once the spaghetti bolognese was ready I left it in the oven to keep warm I decided against garlic bread, I set the table and went to have a quick shower to freshen up and slipped into my newly purchased lingerie especially for this occasion, I slipped on my black silk robe and made my way back down to the kitchen, I went to the fridge and decided between which bottle of wine to open I had gotten 3 as thank you gifts off my students(the perks of being a teacher, free wine :P), I settled on the Rose wine  just as I poured myself a glass I heard keys in the door and I knew Dennis was home the butterflies returned and I prepared myself for the news I was planning on telling him and hoping that he wanted it too, "Babe I'm ho-" he cut himself off as he saw me standing there in a black silk robe with the lingerie peeking out he stood there biting his lip as his eyes raked over my body, "Oh well hello to you to babe, like what you see because I sure do" I said as I eyed him standing there in his uniform the wetness pooling between my legs all I wanted to do was pounce on him but I had a carefully organised plan, so I refrained myself. I cleared my throat and spoke up "Ready for dinner babe?" still standing there he hadn't said a word just stared hungrily, he snapped out of it "Sorry babe, yeah I am I just wasn't expecting to see you dressed in that and to be honest id much rather go straight to dessert" he bit his lip again and waled towards me and kissed me hungrily squeezing my ass, "Hmm babe as much as I would love that too lets eat first" I said as I broke away from him and got the spaghetti out of the oven and dished up some for the two of us. I took a deep breath as I prepared to tell Dennis about my decision. "So babe you know how we've talked about wanting kids some day?" I say and Dennis nods, "Well today when I seen you with the kids it made me realize about how amazing you would be as a father and when you put your jacket on the girl from my class and picked her up and I seen the smile on your face it just made my heart swell you looked so happy, and content and well that's why I teared up because I was picturing that being you with our son or daughter some day and well I guess what I'm trying to say is that I want that day to be sooner rather than later, Dennis I'm ready to have kids if you are?" I said as I look up I see Dennis with tears streaming down his cheeks, before I could apologize for upsetting him he was up and across the room grabbing my face in his hands and kissing me, "Your not upset?" I said "Of course not babe I've wanted kids with you for months now but I was just to scared to say anything as I didn't want to push you into it Y/N I would love nothing more than to start trying for a baby with you" he said as he kissed me with so much love now I was crying, we broke apart laughing as we were both a weeping mess. "Well what are we waiting for, lets gets baby making" he said wiggling his eyebrows picking me up bridal style and making our way to the bedroom.

He put me down at the foot of the bed, undid my robe and stood there mouth open when it fell to the floor to reveal all my lingerie to him, he groaned as he brought our lips together in a passionate loving kiss, his hands roaming over my body caressing me lovingly, I slid my hands up his jacket and pulled the zip down and pushed it down his shoulders, wrapping my arms around his neck his lips trailed down my neck, his hands working skillfully on undoing the corset, he slips it from my body effortlessly and I slip his suspenders down his shoulders and work on unbuttoning his trousers and tug them down and he steps outs of them, he makes quick work of my panties and next is his top and boxers I'm just left standing in my stocking, I go to remove them but he stops me, "Leave them on" he says biting his lip as he hungrily looks me up and down. He picks me up laying me on the bed hovering over me kissing from my lips down my body taking his time so much love and passion in every kiss until he's facing my dripping core. His tongue makes contact with my clit and I hiss out in pleasure, he teases my opening with two fingers gently easing them in and curling them slightly hitting the spot inside me perfectly while continuing his assault on my clit his fingers pump in and out as a steady, my orgasm is fast approaching, I can feel it in the pit of my stomach the tightness getting more intense as the seconds go by. "Shit babe I'm so close" I manage to pant out "Cum for me babe, I want you to to cum for me" he says and with that my vision goes white, my back arches off the bed and I cum harder than I've ever came before clenching around his fingers, his fingers still pumping in and out of me helping me through my orgasm. As I come down from my high I grab him by the face pilling him up to bring our lips together in a slow lust filled kiss, I moan as I can taste myself on his lips, our tongues move in sync, he lines himself up with my core and slowly pushes himself in staring deeply into my eyes and lacing our finger together, he waits for a minute so I can adjust to him. "Shit babe your so tight" he moans out as he slowly starts to move our eye contact not breaking once he speeds up a bit setting a steady yet pleasurable pace, the sound of soft moans and grunts fill the room as we make slow passionate love,beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead and chest and I know he's close, he shifts slightly and hits the spot within me and I'm cumming again, "shit babe I'm coming, come with me" I moan out and that's all it takes for  him his hips begin to loose rhythm and he comes with a grunt staring deeply, lovingly into my eyes my eyes flutter closed and I bite my lip as I feel him fill me up, I open my eyes to see him still staring at me and there's no much loves in his eyes, his eyes fill with tears as he bends down capturing my lips with his, "I love you so much Y/N, that was amazing" he says as a tear rolls down his cheek, I wipe it away with my thumb, "I love you too so much Den". He slips from me and goes to the bathroom and comes back with a cloth and cleans me up tosses it to the dirty hamper and climbs in beside me and pulls me into his chest whispering sweet nothings in my ear kissing my shoulder softly, we fall asleep cuddled up in each other arms after making the most sweet passionate love and hopefully a baby.

****8 weeks later****

I check my phone to discover I'm late, 10 days late, I rush to the drug store to buy a pregnancy test, I hurry home to take them, I finish peeing on the tests and wash my hands, "Babe I'm home"  I hear Dennis call from downstairs "I'm in the toilet" I call back as I dry my hands, looking down at the tests there's 2 pink lines on both them I gasp as I realize I'm pregnant, one hand goes to rub over my stomach as one picks up the tests, I walk into the bedroom from our en-suite, to see Dennis sitting our bed, he looks as me and notices the look of shock/ excitement on my face, "Babe whats wrong? what you got there" he says noticing I'm holding something.

"Babe I'm pregnant" I exclaimed in pure joy and happiness as tears streamed down my face, "What are you serious"he says as he jumps up running over to me looking at the tests in my hand "Yes, Den your going to be  a dad" I say he breaks down in tears too overjoyed at the news he picks me up and spins me around kissing me deeply, he puts me back down and looks into my eyes. "Marry Me Y/N" he says, "Yes  of course I will Dennis" I say, he kisses me and in that moment I couldn't be any happier, a baby on the way and engaged to the love of my life.

*****THE END*****

[constellationminho]

The Right Way In Ending A Night Of Terror (M)

Pairing: Yoongi / Reader

Word Count: 15k

Rated: 18+

Warnings: Slight Horror (i tried), Depictions of scary clowns, Smut 

**reposted from my old blog**

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You pulled a long-sleeve shirt over your head, arms slipping through the thin fabric as you grimaced at your alarm clock; 1:47 AM. Leave it to your mom to call and ask to pick up your younger sister from the annual Horror Fest right when you were falling into a deep slumber. The warmth of your pajamas and bed no longer gave you the ease of peaceful sleep as you buttoned up your jeans and dragged your feet through your house to get to your door. As you pushed your feet into your sneakers, you grabbed the closest jacket on the wall hanger and the keys to your car. Unwilling to turn the lights off in your apartment, you left, giving the illusion that you were still home and curled up in your bed. 

The night was dark, the moon gave a soft glow as thin puffs of clouds gently weaved through the sky. You yawned as you drove away from home, wishing the car could drive itself so you could take a nap while getting to the outskirts of the city. 

It was October, the time of year when people from all around the city drove out to the largest field in the outskirts to visit the long awaited celebration put together by the city’s committee: Horror Fest. It was a week long activity—usually the week of Halloween— where volunteers created haunting mazes throughout the entire field, and people would go and, well, get scared. It was a very popular event and even people from neighboring towns would make the trip to experience the fright. Since it was opening night, you knew your sister had gotten a ticket to go with her friends. You, on the other hand, wanted no part in the festivity. It had been about three years since you attended Horror Fest, and since that night, you had never returned. It wasn’t because you were afraid— on the contrary. You weren’t easily scared, but the whole thing seemed rather…stupid. The costumes, the screaming, the crowds—it never appealed to you. Especially, after the last time you went. You had gone with a guy from your history class, who nearly shit his pants and left you as bait in one of the mazes while he ran to find his way out. Needless to say, you never gave him a call back. 

The traffic to the fields was nonexistent, allowing you to drive at a higher speed than the city limit. You just wanted to get your sister, drop her ass at her friend’s house, and get home to finally get the sleep you were deprived from. 

You drove down a dirt road that led to a big wooden-like gateway that stood at least twelve feet high. It looked rotten and torn down—effects for the excitement in entering Horror Fest. There were rows of parked cars, and even though you were there for pick-up purposes, there were no spaces to leave your car with the emergency lights on. 

“Fuck me,” you groaned under your breath, glancing around to find an empty spot. But like a miracle, as you drove down the third row, you found a parking space in the corner. You parked, making sure not to run over any pedestrian that was just arriving to Horror Fest—which were quite a few since the whole thing shuts down at four in the morning. 

The cold breeze sent a shiver through your body as you stepped out your car and began making your way to towards the entrance. Shoving your fisted hands into your jacket pockets, you quickened your pace as you swerved around a group of couples who were laughing giddily due to the enthusiasm of entering mazes. With a loud exhale, you took out your phone and sent your sister a text telling her you were there waiting. You stared at the short lines buying tickets at the booths as others headed towards the entrance where they were checked by security before entering through metal gates. There was a large banner with red lettering that read HORROR FEST in dripping detail over the entrance gates. Not much decoration in the front, but the inside was where it made up for it. 

Checking your phone, you yawned; 2:29 AM. Where the hell was that brat? Taking your phone out again, you sent another text.

You: yo, you have 5 fucking minutes to get your ass out here. I have work at 7 [2:29 am]

Glaring at the people barely arriving, your phone vibrated. 

DemonSeed: ok be there in a bit. [2:30 am]

Puffing air through your lips, you stood there, shifting your weight onto your right leg. It was one thing to be forced to pick up someone, it was another to wait god-knows how long for them. You checked your phone again but there were no new messages. You drew your jacket tighter around your torso, the cool night beginning to freeze your bones.

“Hey— Hi, yeah, you, with the annoyed scowl.” 

You frowned, slowly turning to look over to your right. There was a guy just a few feet from you; black beanie over his head, black jeans, and he wore the same neon orange vest—the one the people selling tickets wore— over a black long-sleeve. His posture was lazy, hair flat against his forehead, hands in his jean pockets, and lips slightly parted. 

He pointed his thumb over his shoulder, signaling the ticket booths. “You gonna buy a ticket, or what?”

You eyed him, scrutinizing his persona. “Excuse me? Is that any way to talk to someone?”

He shrugged, shoulders barely even budging. “I call ‘em as I see ‘em. It’s hard to miss someone just standing in one spot, death glaring her surroundings.”

You clicked your tongue, irritated by whoever this was. “I’m standing here because I’m waiting for someone.”

“Ah,” he gave a nod. “Decided to sit opening night out. What? Too scared?” Rolling your eyes, you turned away from him. “Or is it that you’re the boring not-fun-at-all friend from your group that’s inside?”

Unwillingly, you gave him a glance. “Why are you still talking to me?” 

“What? Aren’t you enjoying the conversation?” He tilted his head, tongue poking out between his lips as he thought for a moment. “Or,” he continues, drawing back your attention, “you were inside with your boyfriend, but you ditched him.”

You scoffed. This guy was totally trying to flirt with you, and he was the worst at it. Insults weren’t flattery. 

“So, which is it? Friends or boyfriend?”

“Neither,” you pursed your lips together. 

“Care to elaborate?” The corner of his lips twitching, itching to turn upwards as he watched the scowl settle upon your features. “Or was your boyfriend the coward?”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be or something?” You snapped. “It’s pretty obvious you volunteered here.” You motioned towards his vest with your chin.  

“Work, not volunteered,” he told you, unaffected by your sudden lash. “Volunteers are only wanted to set up the premises. For the actual nights Horror Fest is in function, people are hired to work.”

“Wow,” you muttered, unamused. “Fascinating. Working from eleven to four in the morning, the dream. You must really hate sleep.”

“I can say the same about you, just standing out here in the cold instead of being under your covers,” he comments, mockery in his tone.

You glared at him, turning your body in his direction. “Can you leave me alone? It’s bad enough I have to be here to pick up my sister and wake up at seven for work, but having you here to annoy the shit out of me is seriously starting to tick me off.” You pointed at him, making this a threatening gesture. “So, just fuck off—” you squint to see the name tag on his vest— “Min Yoongi.”

He stared at you, eyes slightly wide in surprise by your sudden outburst, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Am I bothering you that much, grumpy?”

“What the— Seriously?” You groaned, having had enough of this guy.

“What? You haven’t given me a name to call you by,” he said, hands up in surrender. 

“Yeah, well, don’t get your hopes up.”

You watched his lips part, about to retort when you hear your name being called.

“Y/N!” Your sister jogged over to you. “Sorry, we were at one of the mazes all the way across the field.”

“I said five minutes, Clair,” you hissed, your sister rolled her eyes at you.

“I already told you why we were late.”

You looked around. “Where’s Jane?” 

Clair motioned over her shoulder. “Back there, giving some guy her number.” She’s about to look back at you, when she noticed Yoongi standing nearby. “Um, was I interrupting something?” 

“No, you were actually saving me— Jane, let’s go!” You shouted, startling Jane as she gives the guy a flirty smile before she made her way over. “Start walking.” You shoved them forward.

“Hey!” Clair frowned.

“Go.” You whispered menacingly. 

“Aren’t you going to give that guy your number?” She asked, arching up a brow.

You glanced back, Yoongi was still standing there. “Hell no,” you muttered under your breath.

“Why not? He’s hot,” Clair insisted, giving Yoongi a wave, which he returned.

“Clair!” You scolded through your teeth.

“See you around, Y/N.”

Your eyes widened, turning back to see Yoongi turn on his heel to walk off, a smirk casted over his lips. You grimaced, feeling the urge to go and slap that look off his face, but you much rather be in bed to get the fucking sleep you deserved.

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Your fingers flicked through files in the cabinet that almost overflowed with the creme colored papers. A yawn escaped your lips, eyes teared up from the exhaustion. So far this week, you lacked sleep and energy from the constant workload. Two days ago, you almost passed out typing out the outline for your boss because you drove to Horror Fest, and the day after that, your supervisor gave you a due date that had you drinking up to six cans of Coke in one sitting. The thought of your short visit to Horror Fest had your blood boiling. That damn guy—Min Yoongi. You pulled the file you had been looking for and jammed the cabinet shut with a harsh kick. The way he was spoke to you, indifferent and with taunt, it pissed you off then and it pissed you off now. You slammed the file on your desk and plopped down on your chair with a loud huff of annoyance. 

“Woah, what’s with the sudden anger?” 

You glanced over your shoulder to see your friend, and coworker, Beau standing near the entrance of your cubicle. Her hip was leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed under her chest, her boobs pushed up a bit higher. 

“Nothing,” you exhaled, rubbing your temples. “What’s up? Wasting time trying to get Ridden to see your boob job?”

“Excuse you, it’s not wasting time, he snuck a few peeks,” she winked, feeling proud of herself. “But I’m not here to gloat.” Beau walked in and sat on the edge of your desk, wide smile on her lips. “Guess who got VIP tickets to Horror Fest tomorrow?” She asked in a sing song voice, hands clapping lightly. You cocked up a brow, leaning back into your chair. Beau sighed, “Me!” She pointed her manicured finger at you. “And you are coming with.”

“No way,” you quickly commented, turning your chair to face your computer. 

“Oh hell no.” She swiveled your chair around so you could face her again. Her eyes narrowed, watching you closely. “You are going. I invited Ivy so the three of us could go and have some fun.” Beau sat up straight, frown on her glossed lips. “You’re ruining the mood and we haven’t even gone yet.”

“You know how I feel about Horror Fest,” you exhaled, feeling a headache coming on as you pressed your fingertips to your temples again.

“Oh boo-hoo,” Beau scoffed, eyes rolling. “Just because some ass ruined your last visit doesn’t mean you have to stop having fun. Seriously, that’s just stupid.” She settled her hands on your shoulders, smile reappearing. “C’mon, Y/N,” she whined, trying to get you to cave. “It’s our day off tomorrow, take a break. It’ll be great, I promise.” 

“That’s not the reason I don’t go to Horror Fest, Beau,” you scoffed. “Y’know nothing really scares me. Besides, Halloween is for little kids. Its just a stupid made-up holiday to get people to spend money on loads of cheap candy and torn up costumes.”

Beau moved her head back, blinking a few times before standing. “Wow. You really soured up. Who shoved a stick up your ass at such a young age?” 

You exhaled, closing your eyes while you rested your elbow on your desk. Leaning your cheek on your hand, you lazily gazed at her. “Look, I’m fucking dying here. I want to go home and sleep for a week straight, but I have work to do. Something that you should also be doing.” Beau glowered at you, hands on her hips. “I have a deadline to meet by tomorrow, and like you said, its our day off. But guess what? I still have work to get done. That leaves no time to go and fool around at some stupid place where people scream for enjoyment.”

Beau pressed her lips in a tight line, frustrated with the conversation. She shook her head a few times. “You really need to loosen up,” she told you, swaying her hips as she sashayed out your space. “I’m still not taking no as an answer!”

You groaned, resting your forehead on the cool surface of your desk. Knowing Beau, she meant it when she said no wasn’t the answer she was looking for. The sound of someone clearing their throat jolts you up right before looking over to find your supervisor standing in your cubicle. You stumbled onto your feet, forcing a smile. 

“Sleeping on the job?” He asked, no tone of joking in his voice.

You shook your head. “No, sir. Just a slight headache.” You watched your supervisor look down at the paper in his hand. His bald head catching the light, making it look shiny, oily under it. He wasn’t so tall, so it was easy to see his head glisten under any brightness.

“Boss wanted me to give you this. Your deadline was moved to tonight.”

“What?” You took the paper he handed you, eyes skimming the details. “That’s too soon. I’ve only done half of the required outline.”

Your supervisor shrugged. “I don’t make the rules. I just enforce them. Make sure you get that head in check. You’re gonna need it,” he told you, leaving you to stress alone in your small working area.

You fell onto your chair, paper dangled in-between your fingertips. “Motherfuck,” you uttered under your breath. 

You stayed in your office until late that night, finishing the outline to the best of your abilities. The boss always entrusted you for the finalized outlines because you were one of the most reliable workers with outstanding editorial skills. You couldn’t let that trust slip through your fingers just because you were a little exhausted. Being recognized by your superior would benefit you in the future, getting you a promotion or even a raise in your pay. That’s something you didn’t want to jeopardize. 

It took you at least a good hour after finishing to make sure there were no mistakes. You reread again and again before attaching it to an email, sending it off to your boss so he could view it first thing in the morning. Rubbing your face with your hands, you sighed, relieved that it was done and you were able to go home to your lovely bed. You turned off your monitor and your light as you gathered your things, leaving the office. You were the last worker to go home, so you made sure to tell security in the lobby to lock up the floor before exiting the building. Fucking finally. 

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You woke up after two in the afternoon the following day. Dazed by the sudden sunlight coming through your curtains, you stretched and yawned, making little noises as your joints softly popped with every different stretch you made. You yawned again, louder, while you rolled your body out of bed and wandered through your home, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Stumbling into the kitchen, you grabbed a glass to pour yourself some water, your phone buzzed somewhere in your living room. With quick steps you looked around the mess you’ve had from not cleaning for the last few days. If your mom saw how your apartment looked, she would definitely blow a fuse. 

“Ah-ha,” you breathed, taking your phone from under a pile of jackets muddled together in one corner of your couch. You scrolled through your phone, noticing the abundance of texts from Beau and one from your sister, Clair. 

Beau: are you up yet? [10:13 am]

Beau: hellooooo?? Earth to Y/N [10:25 am]

Beau: I fucking swear if you’re ignoring me [10:38 am]

Beau: omg you died didn’t you [11:05 am]

Beau: sleep took your life away [11:19 am]

Beau: for the love of Hugh Jackman’s ass can you please respond [11:32 am]

You giggled at the message. She would mention Hugh Jackman since she’d been sort of obsessed with him after watching the entire X-Men collection a few weeks ago. You kept scrolling through Beau’s spamming.

Beau: omg did you get laid??? Is that why you wont answer??? Lol jk [12:04 pm]

Beau: can you at least text me when you rise from the dead? I’m dying here [12:52 pm]

You shook your head, typing back a response.

You: can’t you let me hibernate in peace? [2:22 pm]

You pursed your lips as you read the last and only text you received from your sister.

DemonSeed: can I borrow a push-up? [9:43 am]

You tsk-ed with a reply.

You: my boobs are bigger than yours. Bra wont fit you [2:24 pm]

You threw your phone aside, you stood up, stretching your arms out before you picked up all the thrown clothes that covered your living area. You weren’t a messy person in general. You liked things organized, you liked cleanliness and accessibility. However, your job had kept you from doing any of that in your home for the last couple of days. You were behind on laundry and there had been no time to go grocery shopping. Not that you cooked. It was a danger to yourself and to the people around you to operate any kitchen appliances. Since a young age, you were never able to cook anything. Your mom tried to teach you, guide you, but you always ended up burning something. Whether it be a towel, your sleeve, or even the water you had boiling. The only things bought during trips to the store were foods that were easy to heat up and, of course, cereal. There were times your mom would come over with containers full of food that could last you a whole week. She worried about you, and as a mother, she couldn’t let you starve or ruin your health by eating junk everyday. But unfortunately, she hadn’t paid a visit in the past few days which meant no home cooked meals. 

As you carried your hamper of dirty clothes, you put a load to wash while you cleaned up the kitchen. Checking your refrigerator, you grabbed the last cup of blueberry yogurt for your late breakfast. Your doorbell rung as you put away some dishes, spoonful of yogurt in your mouth, while you hurried over to your door. You weren’t surprised to see Beau standing on the other side, grinning.

“Afternoon lazy ass!” She patted your head before walking in, not waiting for an invitation to enter.

“What’re you doing here?” You held the spoon in your hand, closing the door with your foot as you strode back to the kitchen. “Didn’t you have a date or something?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” she huffed, dropping herself on your couch. “I met him at the diner a few blocks from here and it was the worst date of my life.”

“Worse than the one with that one guy that ate the piece of pizza off the floor after you dropped it because ‘five second rule’?” You teased, shoving another spoonful of yogurt in your mouth.

“Okay, maybe they’re tied,” Beau laughed. “This guy sneezed over his fries and— oh my god Y/N, he ate them.” She hid her face in her hands, horrified with retelling the events. “He literally sprayed his food with fucking snot and he ate them!”

You scrunched up your face, repulsed by imagining anyone eating snot topped food. “That’s disgusting.”

“Which is why I ended the date early and hid in my car until you texted me back.” Beau looked over her shoulder to see you leaning over your kitchen counter, eating, while still looking displeased with her story. “Buuuuuut,” she elongated her word, “I also came for one more reason.” You played with your spoon, arching up a brow as your friend smiled sweetly at you. “So about those Horror Fest tickets.” You immediately rolled your eyes, turning away to throw the empty yogurt cup and wash your spoon. “Oh come on Y/N,” Beau groaned, hanging her body over the couch so she could see you well. “You can’t let me and Ivy down. The three of us haven’t hung out since July!” 

“Beau, I just want to spend my free time here at home. Why can’t we just watch a few movies or something instead?” You asked, cleaning the counter with a napkin. 

“Hey.” She pointed at you. “I spent good money on these tickets, and I plan on using them on myself and on you two. Especially since tonight they’re turning the intensity up a notch.”

“So, they were more expensive, weren’t they?” You teased, a smirk on your lips as you rested your chin on your palm.

Beau fell back limply onto the cushions, out of your sight. “Yes,” she muttered with your answer. You watched her hands shoot up in the air dramatically. “Why can’t you just do me a solid and come with us?!” You shook your head, even though she couldn’t see you. “I promise I’ll buy you a fucking pretzel if you go.” A giggle slipped from your lips, and Beau shot up at the sound, her expression hopeful. “You laughed, that’s a good sign!” 

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip gently. “Beau,” you sighed loudly. “I really just want to sleep the rest of the day.”

“But,” she added, eyes becoming big, smile widening.

You hesitated in responding, lips pressed into a fine line. “But,” you started, “that pretzel sounds pretty good.”

Beau scrambled to her feet, knocking the pillows off the couch as she ran into the kitchen, almost slipping on your wooden floor. She grabbed the edge of the counter, eyes bugging out in excitement as she inched her face closer to yours. “So you’ll come with?!” She basically shouted.

You bobbed your head back, she was too close and you didn’t need Beau’s spit on your face. With a grunt, your head hung low. “Yeah, I guess—”

Beau shrieked so high pitched you’re sure earthquake detectors could’ve picked up her frequency. “YES! OH MY GOD!” She gave a few jumps before tackling you into a hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” 

You gasped for air when she let go, her grip cutting off your oxygen. “You owe me that damn pretzel,” you coughed lightly.

“I’ll buy you all the fucking pretzels you want!” Beau laughed, pushing you playfully with her hip. “Oh my god, I’m so stoked!” She pointed her two index fingers at you, eyes big. “I’m picking you up, no discussion on the issue. Ivy will meet us over there.”

“Why can’t I meet you over there, too?” You asked, lips pouting vaguely.

“Because I know you. You’ll get there and then leave even before we get through the security check,” she scoffed, looking at her nails for a moment. “So, I’ll be here thirty minutes before eleven. I want to be there right when Horror Fest opens.” You watched Beau saunter off towards your door. “So be ready! Make sure you look hot!” She gave you one last grin before leaving your apartment.

You raked your fingers through your knotted hair, feeling the regret of agreeing to go. You just wanted to make Beau happy and a small thought in your head made you think it would be a good idea to be distracted for a little while. She always got you to say yes when it came to outings. You needed to learn  how to say no to her. With a quick glance around your kitchen, you headed to your bedroom. Another few hours of sleep before getting ready wouldn’t hurt. 

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You shielded yourself from the cold inside Beau’s car while she battled to find a parking spot in the lot. She uttered curse words cruising up and down the rows before she sped up to snag a tiny space a Prius was about to slide into. It beeped at her just as it kept going, searching again. Beau glanced over at you, lip gloss in hand. Trying to avoid her gaze, you pulled down the visor to use the small mirror, checking absolutely nothing since you kept your makeup pretty natural. 

“I told you to dress hot,” Beau sighed, lips pouted as she coated them in a soft coral color. 

You looked down at your outfit; black jeans, burgundy velvet cropped cami with a black bomber jacket that would definitely not keep you warm during the entire night. “What’s wrong with how I look?” You frowned, your hands smoothed the sides of your jacket. “I am fucking layered in the thinnest clothing to try and look hot. Did you want me to come in just leggings and a sports bra?”

Beau threw her head back, hitting the headrest, cackling at your comment. Her eyes crinkled as she gave you the biggest grin. “Oh my god, you won’t believe how many girls will go to that extent to pick up some guy at a place like this.” She rested her hands over her bare stomach, her crop top had hiked up a little on the ride here. “Thanks for the good laugh. I needed that after realizing I’ll be screaming my head off within a few minutes.”

You looked out the window, crowds of people huddled near the entrance to Horror Fest, waiting for the doors to open. “Can’t believe all these people want to live the dream of being chased by psycho killers.” A worker wearing the neon orange vest switched on the lights near the entrance as other orange vests appeared in the ticket booths. The waiting crowd hollered and cheered, trying their best to fit in a line. You pursed your lips, watching the orange vests maneuver around trying to keep everyone in order. Damn that Min Yoongi guy. Just seeing those damn blinding vests made you want to find that bastard and slap that irritating face of his. 

“Y/N, hello!” You jerked your head to the left, Beau observed you weirdly. “Are you not listening? Ivy is here. She said she’d meet us in the front, come on.”

“Sorry,” you muttered, undoing your seatbelt and opening the door slowly to insure the vehicle beside it wouldn’t get hit from how compact the parking spaces were. “I just got distracted.”

“No shit.” Beau smiled, shaking her head as she slipped on a jean jacket. “It’s freezing, oh my god!”

You hugged your torso, shivers ran down your spine as the coldness settled. “I knew I should’ve brought my coat.”

“Don’t zip up that jacket,” Beau told you. “That top is too cute to be covered.”

You rolled your eyes, following close behind her. “So you want me to get hypothermia?” 

Beau shrugged, looping her arm around yours. “If it means you get a hot date, why not?” 

“Guys! Hey!” A small girl stood near a Grim Reaper prop holding the ‘NO INNOCENCE ALLOWED’ sign. She gave a few waves while Beau jogged over to her, tackling her in a tight hug.

“IVY OHMYGOD!” Beau shouted, backing away to look your friend up and down. “You look freaking smokin’!”

Ivy posed, hand on her hip, flicking her hair over her shoulder to show her low cut top. She busted out in giggles, slapping Beau playfully on the arm. “Me? Look at you!” Her eyes widened when she saw you, a high pitched squeal startled you while she wrapped her arms around your neck. “Y/N! YOU CAME!”

You nodded, watching Ivy back away, clasping her hands together. “Beau tricked me with buying me pretzels.”

“She was going to come either way.” Beau waved you off, feeling proud she got you to come.

“Whatever the reason, I’m glad. It’s been too long since we’ve hung out together.” Ivy looked over her shoulder. “The lines are moving fast. Let’s get tonight started!”

Beau gave a playful howl as she high-fived Ivy while both took one of your arms and pulled you along towards the shortest line. 

Upon entering, the girl that had scanned your ticket placed a black wristband with neon red smudges— blood smudges— to signify that you were VIP. The security guard checked you with a metal detector and allowed you to go through the metal gates. Beau and Ivy were already waiting for you, amazed by how everything was set up and decorated. The whole area was well lit with stadium lights and even some lanterns that hung around certain corners of Horror Fest. There were props placed around, some more disturbing than others, to show the spirit of Halloween. People roamed around, laughing and screaming in excitement, as they made their way to different attractions. The first three mazes were inside wooden houses that had been built since Horror Fest was invented. They were creaky, old, rundown and gave the whole haunted vibe at first glance. This year they were covered in spiderwebs and two staff members dressed in black robes stood at the entrances of all three houses. The rest of the seven mazes were made in the crop fields while others were built and structured out of tall walls of haystacks. All the mazes were spread out throughout the enormous space that is Horror Fest, making the night of fright last longer and spread anxiety to its participants. 

You watched as staff members still placed pumpkins in every and any corner, making sure it looked festive and yet, spooky. Some were even dressed up wandering around scaring people that walked around going from maze to maze. 

“Okay.” Beau clapped, gaining your attention. “I say we start from the houses since technically those are the first three in line. Then we can just go from there.”

Ivy gave a nod. “I heard that when you get to the fifth maze, they’re allowed to touch you.”

Your eyes grew big. “Touch?” Beau and Ivy turned to look at you. “No one said anything about touching.” You crossed your arms over your chest, glowering at Beau.

“I did say the intensity level was up a notch.” She shrugged, avoiding your glare. 

“Yeah!” Ivy chimed in, adding fuel to the fire. “Apparently today is the only day it’s allowed. Plus, since Beau got VIP, they’ll be trying to get us—” she motioned her finger around the circle the three of you had formed— “to shit our pants with fear.” 

“Wow, so we’re definite targets,” you commented bitterly, feeling the frown overtake your features.

Beau groaned, rolling her eyes and throwing her head back, annoyed. “So what? It’s not like you’ll even be scared!”

“Yeah, but I don’t want creepy ass monsters to tackle me to the freaking ground!”

“Relax.” Ivy stepped in-between the two of you, trying to prevent punches that would never even happen. “Let’s just do the first four and solve the rest after, okay? We’re here to have fun, remember?”

You watched Beau sulk, her arms on her hips and head low watching her foot draw circles on the floor. You exhaled loudly, pressing your lips together. “Fine. I’ll just run really fast so they won’t touch me.” Beau glanced up, fighting back a smile and Ivy put an arm around both of you. “Now, let’s go before I change my mind.” 

The three of you headed to the first house that was far off to the right of where the entrance was. There was a small line to enter, so you all waited patiently while Ivy snapped a few pictures of you and Beau. She giggled when Beau took her phone and captured all three of you in a picture. The line moved a little before four people in front of you were stopped by the cloaked guardians of the house. 

“I’m so excited!” Ivy squealed lowly, giving a little hop. “Last year probably won’t compare to this year.”

“I hope it’s better. Last year wasn’t scary,” Beau yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. “I need to be scared good so I won’t feel tired.” She smiled.

“Next group,” one of the two cloaked strangers spoke.

Beau turned to look at you and Ivy, teeth bared in excitement. “We’re next,” she whispered.

You pressed your lips tightly together as the line moved. You trailed behind Beau, showing your wristband as you entered the maze. 

The eerie music resonated throughout the whole room making it impossible to hear anything but the sound effects of screams and heavy panting as you walked through the door, down a narrow hallway. The strobe lights went off as you entered a room that displayed two electric chairs with people sitting in them, completely motionless. They were each placed near a doorway that would lead you to different areas of the inside maze. The small group you and your friends were with all gathered in the center, not knowing where to go. You could feel the panic set, it was as if all of the fear surrounded you, letting the people in charge of scaring know they had gotten you right where they wanted. You tugged on Beau’s jacket, but she made no movement as she clung to Ivy’s arm. 

“Let’s stick together,” you said to Beau and Ivy, who were too distracted by the atmosphere to hear you.

Just when two guys from the group were about to head to the left doorway, zapping sounds echoed in the room, blood curdling screams of the people trembling in the electric chairs filled the space. The crackling of the electricity and the violent movements of the chair legs scratching the wooden floors horrified the entire group, having them run like a herd of cattle towards the doorways. The lights flickered as the electricity and the screams continued, causing the group to push to get away from there. You grabbed onto Beau’s arm, lights getting dimmer around you. You felt her arm slip through your grasp as someone bumped into you while trying to get away from the beings in the electrical chairs. You squinted, the darkness setting and only screaming shadows ran around through the doorways. Cursing under your breath, you jogged towards the left doorway which was closest to you. You quickly made your way through the dark hallway, the sounds of heavy breathing coming from the walls. There was a dim white light at the end of the hall and you hurried, hands glided against the walls to secure your step. You crouched low, coming to a stop once entering the room. 

You scanned around, realizing where you were—a morgue. The walls a nasty white color, scarlet stains splattered across them like if a child had finger painted. There were feet sticking out of the wall where the dead bodies were shoved into, draped with a dirt stained cloth, a tag on the left toe of each body displayed. The light panel overhead hung lopsided as if it had been pulled to tear it out of the ceiling. Along the far wall was a long black rectangular window, claw marks at the sides of the windowpanes. 

You scrunched up your nose as you tried to catch your breath. The idea of the dead bodies climbing out of the wall came to mind, making your skin crawl. You spun around, examining the room, searching for an exit. The room was a dead end, but there had to be a hidden door somewhere. You crouched, looking towards the floor for a vent but there were none. 

“C’mon,” you muttered to yourself. You froze when you heard several screams through the walls from another part of the house. “Shit.” You stood back up, eyeing a drape in a far corner you hadn’t noticed upon entering the room. “Bingo,” you breathed, striding over to it. As you pulled the drape aside, you found a small narrow door with a splattered ‘X’ in the middle of it. At that moment, the haunting music echoed throughout the room; the light flickered. You turned the knob on the door but it wouldn’t budge. “Fuck.” The deep bass made your chest thump with anxiety as the music got louder, ringing in your ears. Recorded screams and moans came from the rectangular window, causing you to still. 

BANGBANGBANG!

Hands became visible on the other side of the black window as the light in the room had begun to turn on and off for periods of time. You jumped back at the noise of the window rattling as the bodies behind it slammed their palms onto the glass, shrieking for help.

“Come on!” You tugged at the knob until the door ‘plop’-ed open. Quickly, you lowered your head and entered another narrow hall, closing the door behind you. With your back pressed against the wall, you slowly walked through the tiny space. 

The music behind you had died down, leaving your soft pants to be the only thing heard. Up ahead, you saw streams of light—an exit. Scurrying, you pushed yourself forwards with your hands on the wall until you reached another door. You peeked through the thin slits before you put all your weight against it to push it open. With a soft grunt, you backed yourself out the confined space, bumping into something as you stumbled backwards. You jumped away at the contact and made a 360 turn, only to see a familiar face.

“Jesus— You?!” You gaped at him, completely dumbfounded by the situation. There, standing before you was the damned guy himself, Min Yoongi. The faint lightening painted over his face, showcasing his parted lips and widened eyes.

He stared at you, shock apparent on his features as he stood a few inches away. “Holy shit,” he whispered. You blinked a few times, not believing your luck. “Where the hell did you come from?” He looked over your shoulder to see the open door. “How the hell—”

“What’re you doing here?!” You hissed, pointing at him accusingly. 

Yoongi ran a hand through his dark hair, pushing it back before it fell back into place. “Well, I’m trying to find my way out like everyone else.” He glanced behind him, then focused back on you, brows knitted in the center. “Why are you here?” 

The music found your ears, anxiety caused you to look up and down the hall. An exasperated sigh slipped through your lips, hands combing through your hair. Whenever music began, it never was good news.

“We need to leave— I need to leave.” You shook your head, walking forward.

“Hold on.” Yoongi followed closely behind you. “Too scared to stay in one place?”

You glared over your shoulder. “The music was getting louder.”

“So?” 

“Loud music means things pop out. I don’t need to be in here any longer than I should.”

Turning a left corner, Yoongi still trailed behind you. A few shrieks echoed and you stop, trying to figure out how close that had sounded. Taking a few more steps, the noise of a fog machine startled you back into Yoongi’s chest. His hand automatically held onto your waist—hiking your jacket up— to keep himself from stumbling back. 

“You okay?” He murmured into the back of your head, the fog dispersing throughout the hall. His breath sent chills through your body as you gave a nod, hand pushing strands of your hair behind your ear. 

Moving along, you tried to focus through the thick smoke, strobe lights activating as both take another turn. You felt Yoongi’s fingers on your bare skin, slightly pressed into your side as the two of you kept going forward. The simple touch immersed so much heat that spread throughout your body, making you flustered in thinking of his hand being somewhat under your cami. 

“There, right over there.” Yoongi pointed ahead with his free hand. You squinted through the flashing lights to see what he was talking about. Down the hall was the exit, it had to be. 

With quick steps, the two of you zoomed down the hall, sighing in relief at the sight of the double doors. You and Yoongi pushed them open, the night breeze hitting your warm faces as you stepped outside. Inhaling the cool air, you rubbed your face with your hands, feeling Yoongi’s chest against your back. You stilled for a moment, eyes looking left and right to make sure your friends weren’t around to see. Pushing his hand away, you whirled around to face him, taking two steps away. The heat still lingeried where his hand had stayed. He watched you, brows up as if saying, ‘yeah, it’s me.’ His cheeks were slightly pink, perspiration twinkled at the sides of his face from the stuffiness inside the maze. 

You scrunched up your face, crossing your arms over your chest. “Cheater.”

“Cheater?” Yoongi arched a brow. “What are you talking about?”

“You obviously used me to find a way out.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened, brows shot up at your snooty comment. “What’re you even saying? I, as in me—” he pointed at his chest— “found the exit.”

You rolled your eyes, lips pursed in annoyance. “Aren’t you supposed to be working? I’m sure your boss isn’t going to be too surprised you’re slacking.” You watched him yawn, his eyes wandered before he noticed you giving him a distasteful look.

“Please, keep talking. I only yawn when I’m super fascinated,” Yoongi retorted, lips forming the smallest hint of a smirk. 

Your lips pulled back in a snarl. Ready to throw another lowball comeback, you hear whistling. You and Yoongi turned toward the same direction, only to see Beau and Ivy walking over. They panted lightly, hair wild as they grinned at you, excitement plastered on their faces.

“Oh my god!” Beau yelled, hands rested on your shoulders. “That was fucking awesome! Let’s hurry and go to the next because I—” she noticed Yoongi standing there, “—woah, sorry. Are we interrupting something?” She motioned to you and Yoongi with both of her index fingers. She turned to you and mouthed, “WOW,” a smug grin on her lips. 

You scoffed. “Definitely not.”

Ivy observed Yoongi. Eyes trailed him up and down, her bottom lip pulled in-between her teeth as she elbowed you. “Who’s your friend?” 

“He is not my friend,” you hissed at her. Peering over at Yoongi, you shifted your weight onto your left leg. “He was just leaving.”

“He was?” Beau and Ivy joined in together.

“I was?” Yoongi asked, mocking shock just to irk you more than you already were. 

The double doors flung open, two guys ran out, heaving as they looked around with enormous eyes. The four of you stared while they approached Yoongi, who just smiled at them.

“How could you leave us behind?!” One of them shouted, hand pushing his brunet locks back. “I almost died in there, Yoongi!”

The other chuckled in between pants, signaling to his friend with his thumb. “It was funny.” His chestnut hair stuck to the sides of his face due to the sweat from all the running he had done in the maze.

“Shut up, Tae.”

Yoongi shook his head, hands shoved into his coat pockets. “I told you both to follow, but Hoseok screamed so loud you probably didn’t hear me.” He grinned as he watched Hoseok throw his head back, groaning loudly from his experience in the house.

Taehyung saw the three of you, smiled, before he did a double take. His light colored hair swishing with the harsh movement. “Uhhh…” his eyes, round in surprise, glanced over at Yoongi. “Who’re your —” he waved his hands toward the three of you— “your um…”

Beau gawked before approaching Taehyung, hand outstretched as she stood a foot away from him. “Hi, I’m Beau.” Her voice sounded sweet, causing him to shyly shake her hand, smiling at the ground before looking at her.

“I-I’m Taehyung,” he choked out, feeling embarrassed. “But, um, you can call me Tae.”

You caught Ivy and the other guy, Hoseok, had, too, introduced themselves also, bright smiles on their faces as their hands lingered during their handshake. All four of them were so engrossed towards one another, you were left out…with Yoongi. “Okay,” you coughed. “Well, we gotta go.” 

“Can you guys excuse us for a moment?” Beau quickly added, grabbing your elbow as she pulled you aside. She faced you, eyes big. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m trying to get us to the next attraction.” You looked behind her, eyes narrowed as you watched Yoongi talk to Ivy and his friends. 

“In case you haven’t noticed,” she pointed over her shoulder with her thumb, “those three guys are smokin’ hot. Why would you even think about ruining the chances here. I mean, there’s one for each of us, and by the looks of it, you and that guy Yoongi are—”

“We are nothing,” you cut her off, voice low. 

Beau gave you a look of disbelief. “Really?” She cocked up a brow. “Because it looks like you guys are something.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake— I met him the day I picked up Clair, okay?” You groaned with frustration. “He started talking to me, pissed me off, and I left. That was it. I bumped into him in the maze by coincidence.” You rubbed your temples, a habit you’ve picked up whenever you felt bothered by something. In this case, someone. 

Beau shrugged, shoulders hunched up to her ears. “So? First meetings never work out. This is your chance to start over.” Her smile reappeared, mischievous as she stood beside you, an arm around your shoulder. “Look at him. He’s fine,” she emphasized. 

Tempted by the way Beau spoke, you looked. Yoongi stood next to Hoseok, who was similar in height with him. His raven colored hair fell delicately over his forehead while his eyes crinkled whenever he smiled. He wore black jeans and a white hoodie with a long black coat over it that reached his thighs. The whole ensemble made him look warm, inviting—unlike his personality.

“Let’s group up with them.” Beau interrupted your thoughts. 

You stared at her in horror. “Hell no.”

“Y/N, c’mon. Don’t screw up my chances!” She gave you a playful punch on the arm. “If I play my cards right, I may be going home with Tae tonight,” she squealed, her eyes gleamed with enthusiasm. 

You palmed your forehead, feeling absolutely discontent. It took you a moment to look at Beau. “Fine,” you muttered through clenched teeth.

“Fuck yes!” Beau whispered victoriously as she pulled you by your wrist to join the rest once again. Clearing her throat, all eyes settled upon you two. “So, we were talking, and it would be a great idea if we just made a big group.” She interlocked her fingers together as she talked. “That way we can enjoy the spooky stuff together.” You watched as she sent a wink to Taehyung.

“That would be awesome,” Ivy sighed, batting her eyes at Hoseok as he chuckled, looking down at his feet.

“Sounds like a plan,” Taehyung agreed, watching Beau take a step closer in his direction.

Yoongi’s eyes gazed over at you, the corner of his lips twitching upwards as he witnessed the annoyed scowl from the first night he met you reappear on your features. “You okay with that, Y/N?”

You avoided looking at him, turning your head while your hands rested on your hips, causing nothing but a faint smile on Yoongi’s lips.

“Of course she is,” Beau answered for you. “Now let’s get going guys.” She wrapped her arm around Taehyung’s, his eyes shocked by how straightforward she was with her actions.

“I swear on my dog’s lucky bone, if you guys leave me again—” Hoseok started, but halts his words when he feels Ivy’s fingertips vaguely brushed against his arm. His eyes followed her as she sauntered behind Taehyung and Beau. He pointed at Yoongi without even looking at him. “I’ll be good.”

You watched Hoseok jog up to Ivy, who greeted him with one of her biggest grins. “Wow,” you huffed.

“Looks like it’s just you and me,” Yoongi boasted, shoulders shrugged as if it was no big deal.

You shot him a menacing stare before you marched off after your friends, giving Yoongi no time to say anything else.

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Hoseok shrieked loudly as he ran out the fourth maze, Tae and Beau followed closely behind, laughing as much as their heaving lungs would let them. Ivy dashed out the crop maze, arms bent at the elbow as they moved side to side to quicken her pace—surpassing the three that stopped to try and catch their breath. Beau called after her, telling her she had gone too far. Yoongi was the next to jog out the crops, panting as he skidded to a stop near Hoseok, bending his torso forward to rest his hands on his knees. You rustled the crops as you casually walked out, dusting off your jacket, breathing absolutely normal. All four watched you, astounded by your impeccable composure. 

“What the actual hell?” Hoseok gasped, voice hoarse from the constant strain of his vocal chords. “Are you a demon or something?”

You gazed over at him, satisfied smile on your lips. “I manifest only to scare the living.”

“I haven’t even heard you scream once,” Taehyung exhaled, regaining a steady breathing pattern. “But then again, all I hear is Hoseok.” 

“That damn scientist was chasing me with a real fucking chainsaw! What did you expect me to do?! You now I can’t handle fear well.” Hoseok wiped the light sweat from his forehead, strands of his hair stuck to his damp skin. 

“Don’t be surprised,” Beau puffed air through her lips. “Y/N is a tough one to crack. It’ll take a lot more than a rabid hospital patient with pointy teeth to scare her.” 

Ivy paced near Hoseok, hands anxiously smoothed out her hair. He wrapped a hand around her wrist, calming her instantly as she froze in place. “I don’t know if I can go into the next maze,” she pouted. “They’ll be able to touch us.” 

“We’ll be fine,” you yawned softly, stretching out your arms while you gave Yoongi a finger flick to the back of his head. He rewarded you with a lazy look, not caring that you barely even grazed him with your childish act. “I just wish I could’ve worn adequate shoes. My feet are starting to ache.” 

Yoongi took a peek at your black ankle boots with a chunky heel before he met your eyes. “They look good on you, though,” he commented, loud enough for only you to hear.

You rolled your eyes for what seemed like the nth time that night. “Please hold off on your flattery. It’s not working.”

He took a step closer to you. “I’m just saying.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t say anything then. You’ll look better if you keep your mouth shut,” you sneered, eyes narrowed.

Yoongi scoffed a few chuckles, moving closer until he was right in front of you. His eyes scanned your face for a moment. “You wouldn’t be telling me that if you knew the great things this mouth can do,” he whispered lowly, sensual even. He leaned in closer, noses almost touching. “But I will say, I’d like to see that mouth of yours do more than just sass me.” His eyes gazed at your lips for a millisecond before meeting your stare.

Your eyes rounded as far as they could go, lips parted in shock at what Yoongi had just insinuated. He had rendered you speechless, unable to wipe that smug smile that had appeared on his lips. A cruel laugh resonated through his chest, gummy grin on display as he pointed at your expression. You felt your face heat up, anger surging through your veins.

“Ugh—You jerk,” you hissed, shoving at his chest. 

Yoongi stumbled back, wiping his fake tears as he let out the last of his amused giggles. “That was good,” he sighed, content with himself. “You should’ve seen how red you got,” he mumbled, the smirk still visible on his lips. He ran a hand through his hair, your eyes noting how nice his hand looked; fingers long and thin. “Got you good.”

You flipped him off as his voice brought you back to reality, storming off towards the fifth maze, where the rest of the group had already started making their way to. You couldn’t believe his audacity. The nerve of that damned guy—unbearable! He was just making fun of you, taking you as a fool that would fall for his stupid antics. 

Beau waved you over, her smile faltered as she noticed the aggravated manner in the way you stomped your way over to them. “You okay? You look beyond pissed.”

“I want to leave,” you declared, voice shaky with irritation. 

“What? Why?” She asked, stepping aside with you. “Did you and Yoongi—”

“Don’t even mention him to me.” You pointed at her, the irritation evident in your tone.

Beau rose her hands up in surrender. “Y/N,” she sighed. “Just one more maze, okay? If you still want to leave, I’ll give you my car keys.” She smiled triumphantly, checking her immaculate nails. “Guess who’s going to Tae’s place after this?” 

You shook your head. “Wow, Beau. You work fast.”

She smacked your arm. “Leave me be. He’s a great guy, and I don’t know. He might be more than a one nighter, y’know?” You watched her stare at Taehyung as he laughed with Hoseok and Yoongi, who joined them without you noticing. “Do we have a deal? One more maze.” She held up one finger, her smile sweet and pleading. “I don’t want you to miss out the fun.”

You smoothed your hand over your forehead. “Fine, okay.”

“You’re the best. I owe you,” Beau giggled, hugging the life out of you. “Come on.”

The two of you gathered with the rest. You stood as far away from Yoongi as possible, and he didn’t fail to notice.

“Okay, so what about this maze? What monsters lurk inside?” Ivy asked, huffing nervously.

Taehyung coughed, shrinking into his jacket to block out the cold. “There’s like killer clowns in this one or something like that.” 

Your heart dropped to your stomach, eyes widened with alarm. “Clowns?” Fuck. 

Taehyung nodded. “Yeah. Yoongi told us.” You met Yoongi’s eyes, and all he did was observe you curiously while you hugged your torso. 

“What? You scared?” Hoseok chuckled, taking it all as a joke. 

You forced a smile. “As if.”

  “Then, let’s get going!” Beau beamed, pulling you towards the maze.

You stop a few feet from the entrance— slipping through Beau’s hold— admiring the way the haystacks arch to make a huge opening to the maze. There’s a torch on each side of the archway, the fire emitting the smoke into the night air around it. The shrieks coming from inside the maze are no joke— girls are hollering ‘get away’ or ‘where the fuck do I go’ and it’s making the panic bubble in the pit of your stomach. You dry swallow, ears thudding with the action, making you realize that the fear is real— it got you and you haven’t even started the actual maze yet.

Beau, Ivy, Taehyung, and Hoseok showed their bracelets at the entrance, leaving you behind. Beau waved at you to hurry as they entered, her arm clutching onto Taehyung’s. You gave a nod as she disappeared from sight.

“You okay?” You jumped slightly, turning to see Yoongi beside you. “You’re not scared are you?” He egged on.

“Please,” you muttered, striding off towards the maze, showing the bracelet as you rushed inside. 

The entire maze is constructed of haystacks. They’re neatly towered— double walls standing up to at least ten feet high— and well conducted in every turn and curve, not one out of place. You turned to the left, amazed at how well constructed it was. Your teeth chattered, the cold sending constant shivers through your body, even though you assumed a few were from the paranoia that had crept up at the mention of clowns. You’re thankful that since the maze is outside, the lights illuminate well enough to make it through. But then it dawns on you, you’ll see the clowns detail for detail, and the thought makes you feel sick. 

Taking another left, you inhaled through your nostrils, bracing yourself for anything. Exhaling shakily, you thought of a clown waiting a fews steps away, hiding in a corner as it readied itself to grab hold of you. Your insides churned, feeling the need to gag at how much the fear had consumed you.

“Relax,” you told yourself while taking a right turn. “They’re people in costumes.”

The sound of an metal item hitting the floor startled you enough to gasp loudly. You cover your mouth, body still, hoping whatever was around didn’t hear you. The screams of Beau and Hoseok fill the air, their yelling not so far from where you were. You do a complete turn before hustling down the path and taking a left. A panicked, ‘fuck,’ slips through your lips as you hit a dead end. You backtrack, spinning to go in the direction you had come from and opt for the right turn, letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you had been holding. But just as you hear Taehyung yell out a curse from somewhere in the maze, two haystacks tumble over in front of you. A noise escapes your lips as a clown walks out from behind them— head tilted and eyes set on you. The smeared makeup on his face enhances the realistic wound; stitches connecting his cheek to his nose, flesh so raw and fresh that it makes your stomach churn. X’s are drawn over his eyes in black smudgy paint, highlighting the white glossed contacts he’s wearing. He holds up an axe in mid-air, dripping red onto the hay covered ground as he stood with his toes pointed inwards. His grin sends a chill down your spine; teeth rotten and black, tongue licking over them as distorted chuckles gurgle in his throat. 

That’s what does it.

Unable to hold it in any longer, you yell—loud enough for the whole maze to hear you. Loud enough that your whole body shakes from fright. The clown takes a step forward, waving the rusty axe, telling you to go toward him. Without thinking, you do. You dash past him, feeling the air be cut near you as he swung the axe behind you as you ran at full speed down the path, taking a sharp turn at a left corner. Your feet kept going, running quick, lungs sucking in as much air while it pierced your insides like cold shards of ice. You skidded to a stop to turn right before stumbling and falling forward. Stretching out your arms, your palms crashed onto the hay covered ground, stopping you from diving in face first. You grunt hissing in pain, palms throbbing while you dropped to your knees. 

The sound of deep cackling fills the air. Your eyes widened as two more haystacks tumbled forward just a few feet away, blocking your way. Out, from in-between the double hay walls, steps the most grotesque clown in that maze yet. He gave you a wicked smile, teeth brown and spotted with tiny red splotches—blood. His chest parted open—bones on display, decaying flesh and intestines dangling on the edges of the ribcage. Skin dangled from it’s right shin, showcasing flesh and bone that was somewhat shattered from whatever it had been hit with. One of his eyes focused on you two while the other was nonexistent. Instead the space was black, vacant as it dripped black liquid that looked like car oil. His face was falling off in chunks, hitting the ground in clumps of black decay. He held up a machete—blade rusty and faded red— pointing it directly at you. 

“Stay away,” you croaked, barely audible while you pushed yourself back into the hay wall. The thought of standing and running away was long gone as you sat on the floor, trapped, while the clown slowly took a step toward you. He laughed, a distorted growling sound filling your ears, as he heard the terror in your voice.

The clown stood in front of you, bloody toes peeking out from the open shoes he wore. It laughed, causing your blood to run cold as he reached for your wrist. You gasped, squealing in panic as he pulled you up, your knees wobbling. Tears welled up in your eyes while you stood there in his grasp. 

“Purrrty,” he voiced slowly.

You blinked the tears back, not willing to cry in front of this person dressed like a nightmare you’ve had when you were a kid. “Please,” you gasped.

“BUTTERSCOTCH!” 

The clown frowned, turning to look over his shoulder. You took a glance, a whimper of relief leaving your quivering lips. There, standing by the fallen hay, was Yoongi. He panted, jogging over when the clown let go of your wrist. With numb-like legs, you stumbled into his side, his arm holding you up before fast walking with you the way he had come. 

“Better luck with the next one!” Yoongi told the clown, as he went back into his hiding spot.

You held onto Yoongi’s coat as he swiveled through the paths, picking up the pace. The cold autumn air numbed your face as you ran, eyes scanning every corner you passed. Taking one more turn, you gasp softly. Just up ahead was the exit. You could see the people running around the park, the voices faint but not too far away.

You panted as you stepped out of the torturous maze. Stopping a good distance away, you bend down, hands on your knees as you heaved for breath. Your hands trembled against your thighs, the rush of adrenaline making your body unresponsive to regaining composure. Yoongi’s hand smoothed your back, his breathing still heavy.

“It’s done, we’re out,” he states, exhaling loudly. “You okay? You looked like you were going to pass out.” You sluggishly stood up straight, watery eyes staring into Yoongi’s. His expression softened, hands automatically rubbing up and down your arms in comfort. “Woah, hey, it’s okay,” he breathed. “You’re okay, Y/N.” Yoongi felt your body quiver under his touch. Instinctively, he took off his coat, hanging it over your shoulders. “Want to talk about it?” He murmured, eyes focusing on you.

“H-how—” Your voice broke off.

“It’s the safe word,” he answered. “All staff must know the safe word and it’s on the pamphlets at the entrance, but looks like you didn’t bother to snatch one.” Yoongi noticed your hair, a quirky smile on his lips. “You have, um, you have hay in your hair.” You touched your head as he inched closer. “Here, let me.” 

You viewed him through half-lidded eyes. The way his pouty lips slowly parted, tongue poking out slightly onto his bottom lip as his fingers laced through your hair to remove the strands of hay. The tip of his nose was a pale red color due to the cold and it made him look innocent, until he licked his lips. You observed as his tongue swiped across his lips, causing you to do the same to your own. That’s when you imagined it, his tongue gliding down your neck as his plush lips kissed down your collarbone to your breast. Your hands tangled in his hair as he kissed down your stomach and disappeared in-between your thighs— You snapped out of it when you felt his thumb rub your left temple, brow furrowed in concentration.

“You had some dirt,” he told you, arms falling to his sides. 

You let out an unsteady breath. “You knew,” you claim, and he gave a nod. 

“When Taehyung mentioned clowns, your face just drained of color.” Yoongi pressed his lips together before continuing. “That’s how I knew you were definitely scared of something.”

“Ah.” That’s all you were able to say, feeling embarrassed that he found out your only fear.

“Good thing too. If you had ended up not screaming once in a maze, you would’ve been way too tough for me.”

You let an airy giggle slip, making Yoongi smile. “Right.”

“Hurry! FUCKING RUN!”

You and Yoongi recognized the voice of Beau as both of you glanced to see her dragging Taehyung out the maze while Ivy and Hoseok ran past them, hand in hand. They coughed, wheezing as they tried to steady their breathing. Hoseok was the first to notice the two of you.

“How —the hell—” he began, in-between pants. 

Yoongi shook his head, expression feigning annoyance. “I told you which way to go, Hobi.”

“He fucking forgot and I almost got caught by a damn nurse clown with a terrible face lift!” Beau accused, her chest heaving. 

“That shit was intense,” Ivy whined, rubbing her arms to send some warmth through her system. 

“The sixth maze is going to be worse than this,” Taehyung adds in, twisting his torso so his back could crack, readying himself for the next run-through.

You bit your bottom lip nervously. “Actually, I’m done for the night.”

Everyone settled their attention on you, causing you to rock back on your heels.

“What? Why?” Ivy leaned against Hoseok, his arm automatically draping around her shoulders.

“It’s getting late and I have work in a few hours.” You showed them the time on your phone: 1:45AM. 

Beau frowned for a moment before a smile replaced it. “Here,” she sighed, pouting. “I’ll give you my keys. We’re still going to stick around.”

“I can take you home if you want,” Yoongi clears his throat. You turned to look at him so fast your neck almost cracked. “I have work in a few hours too. Might as well get going also.” He looked at his friends. “You guys cool with that?”

“Yeah, no sweat! We’ll get rides for these lovely ladies.” Taehyung smirks, his hand on Beau’s shoulder.

“Hey, Y/N, another scream-less maze run, huh?” Hoseok asked, amazed by your ability of not being afraid.

“Oh, um—”

“Yep, she’s made of steel,” Yoongi interjects as you fight back a smile. “Okay, well,” he turned to face you, “ready?”

With no hesitance, you nodded, waving bye to your friends while you followed Yoongi through the groups of people. There was silence between the two of you, the occasional staff member saying hi to Yoongi as they strolled around making sure everything was in order. The security guards bid the two of you a good night while you walked out the metal gates to the parking lot.

“This way,” he calls.

You hold on to his coat, wrapping it tighter around you, as you stuck to his side like glue. The scent of his cologne meeting your nostrils, the gentle aroma easing you into comfort. Yoongi unlocked a black jeep with the car remote and signaled for you to get on as he made his way to the driver’s seat. You let out a soft breath as you relaxed into the seat. It felt nice to finally be sitting after a few hours of running and nonstop strolling. Yoongi closed his door once inside, stretching before buckling up and turning on the engine. 

“Feel better?” He asked, backing out the parking and driving out onto the dirt road. The ‘Horror Fest’ sign getting smaller in the rearview mirror as he drove away. 

“A little, yeah.” You rub your palms against your thighs, the sting still present from when you fell. “Why did you lie to Hoseok about me not being scared?”

Yoongi hummed, his lips parting slightly. “Well, not everyone has to know your fear.”

You smile, eyes focused on him and the way the light from the night illuminated his features. “Thanks.”

He chuckled, his hand quickly rubbing his chin before setting it back on the steering wheel. “Listen, I’m sorry for being an ass…and for making you flustered earlier, too.” A smirk replaced his natural pout. “It was cute and entertaining as hell, but I’m sorry.”

“I should be sorry for being so condescending,” you began but he shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it. Like I said, entertaining as hell.” You giggled, Yoongi took a peek to see you actually smile, feeling satisfied with himself.

The rest of the ride went smoothly. You and Yoongi talked comfortably, laughing every now and then whilst sharing a funny comment to one’s stories. The faint background music eased the tension as you neared the city. 

“How did you meet Hoseok and Taehyung?” You asked him after he finished a story about his older brother almost getting banned from Horror Fest a few years back.

“Oh, I’ve known them since forever,” he responded easily. “Since freshman year in high school. We all went to the same university too. I was Hoseok’s roommate until graduation. I left his apartment and got one of my own.” He stops the car at a red light, face turning to look at you. “My parents gifted me with an apartment of my own the day after graduation and I’ve lived by myself since then.” Yoongi’s eyes move down to your lips before snapping back to your eyes, a smile tugging the corner of his mouth. He sees the light change and begins to drive again, focusing on the road.

You felt heat rush throughout your body from the simple glance he gave you. Your fingers fiddled on your lap, unable to look at him anymore, fearing the blush would be apparent on your face. 

“Oh, um, do you think we can stop by my place real quick?” 

“Your place?” You asked, looking at him.

“Yeah. I asked my brother for a favor and I just really want to check if he got it done,” he explained, pressing his lips together.

“Oh. Sure, okay.” 

There’s silence for a while, your mind racing as you get close to his home. You drum your fingers on your thighs.

“My place is up ahead. We won’t be too long,” he told you as he made a left turn at a green light.

Yoongi drove down two more streets before he went into a private parking garage and stationed his car in an empty space. He turned off the car and you got out, shutting the door before you trailed behind him. Yoongi locked the car with the alarm control before he pressed the button for the elevator. It dinged, and he let you enter first. He pushes the ‘7’ button and quickly the doors closed as it ascended. There’s a gap between the two of you. There’s no touching, but you could feel his warmth gravitating towards you. You could see Yoongi’s wandering eyes settle on you every few seconds, his fingers twitching at his sides. The elevator stopped, doors sliding open. He rushed out, leaving you to catch up to him with quick strides down the hall. 

Yoongi stopped in front of his door—unlocked—by the time you reached him. He let you in first and all you could do was smile absentmindedly. His home seemed to reflect him—simple, messy, and cozy. His shoes were all lined up on a rack by the door, coats that he’d been using hung on hooks beside it, while a high little table had a round marble bowl with spare change and now his keys that he dropped into it from behind you. Yoongi helped you out his coat as he hung it with the rest.

“Make yourself at home,” he told you, slipping his shoes off by the door along with his socks. You stare at him oddly, and he noticed. “What? I like being barefoot in my house.”

Your eyes followed him into the living area while you took off your boots—along with your socks—and set them next to his. You let out a loud sigh, feeling relieved to be barefoot after hours of torturous walking. As you strolled into the living area, you were surprised to see Yoongi smoothing the surface of a black polished piano that was stationed at the far side of the room.

“Is this the favor?” You asked, curious as you stepped closer.

“Yeah.” He smiled over at you. “I ordered this piano a few days ago since my old one got ruined by something Taehyung dropped on the keys. It didn’t clean well, so, I had to replace it.” His fingertips traced motions on it’s surface, the excitement seeping out of him as he chuckled to himself. “I’m just glad I’m no longer piano-less.”

You arched a brow, hip leaning against Yoongi’s new item. “You play? I thought it was just for decoration.”

“Pfft, please,” he scoffed, eyeing your stance. “I’m somewhat of a pro.” His shoulders barely lifted up in a shrug, expression smug as he declared himself a big shot.

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, biting it back. He was sensible. Yoongi sensible… Were you even sure he was the the same guy that was annoying the hell out of you earlier? 

“I’ll play for you sometime.” His low murmur brought you out of your thoughts. Yoongi was gazing at you, his eyes scanning your face.

Your lips twitched up in smile. “What makes you think you’ll see me again?”

He half shrugged, scratching the back of his head. “I assumed you weren’t so annoyed by me anymore since I made you laugh a few times.” Your eyes widened in amusement, smile evident now as you listened to him talk. “Thought you were starting to see me as a decent human being.”

A giggle escaped you before you pursed your lips to try and keep your composure. “Oh, really?”

Yoongi inched closer to you. “I mean, I’m not that bad.” He hide his hands behind his back as he stood centimeters from you, as if trying to hold himself back. “I’m tolerable,” he whispered as he leaned his face closer to yours.

You felt your stomach somersault at how his voice had lowered down to the same tone from when he talked about his mouth doing wonders— sensual. 

“I doubt that,” you murmured, your stare looking at his lips before up at his eyes. 

“Just answer me this.” His nose brushed against yours, his breath fanning against your mouth. Your eyelids drooped as you gazed at him licking his lips. “You still think I’m an annoying asshole?”

The proximity was causing you to feel dizzy. His scent, his warmth, it was suffocating you in the most enticing way possible. Why was he affecting you so much? 

“No,” you breathed, voice hushed.

He nodded a few times. “Okay.”

That was all it took for Yoongi to cup your face and crash his lips to yours. You gave a subtle squeak from the sudden motion which made Yoongi smile, his tongue separating your lips to deepen the kiss. He moaned, sliding his tongue into your mouth to find yours. Your hands wrapped themselves around his neck, bringing him closer, pressing your lips harder against his. 

“God—I’ve been—dying to kiss you since the night we met,” Yoongi mumbled in-between kisses. His lips moved to your jaw, down to your neck. “What are you doing to me, Y/N?” He groaned against your skin, the vibrations of his voice causing you to shiver.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you panted as you felt his hands glide down your back to settle on your ass while his teeth nibbled your earlobe.

This was all true. You didn’t know what Yoongi was doing to you. He was the irritating ass you met at two in the morning, but now, you were there in his arms as his hands roamed your body, tongue lapping the side of your neck where he had been placing red splotches. 

You separated from him, pulling off your jacket and throwing it aside. Yoongi’s pupils dilated  while he touched your skin, skimming under your velvet top, pulling it up and over your head, revealing your plain black bra.

“Fuck,” he uttered, pressing his lips to yours again. Yoongi began walking you backwards, guiding you away from the piano and toward the couch. “You know I stared at your ass every time you walked away from me,” he confessed after you broke the kiss to remove his white hoodie along with the plain t-shirt he wore under. You hands touched his bare chest as his fingers worked on your jeans. You grinned at him, peppering his jaw with kisses. “Best attraction the entire night,” he breathed against your neck.

You moaned as you felt his hands slide down the back of your jeans to cup your ass as he pushed them down your hips. Quickly, you shimmied out of them as Yoongi worked to get rid of his pants. You saw the tent in his boxers, your mouth salivating at the sight. He took your hand and pulled you against his chest, his mouth on yours again. His hardened cock pressed itself against your stomach, a shaky moan released into the kiss. 

“Lie down,” he muttered against your cheek. He watched as you took your time undoing the clasp of your bra, discarding it over your shoulder, sending it flying across the room. Yoongi moaned as you laid on his couch, a black silk thong away from being completely naked for him. “Fuck,” he closed his eyes, hand rubbing his covered dick. 

Yoongi bit his lip, eyes fluttering open slowly, taking in every inch of you. He crawled over, hovering enough that your chest touched his. His lips found yours, teeth clashing lightly as one of his hands massaged one of your breasts. You huffed a moan into his mouth at the sensation of his thumb flicking over your nipple. Your thighs rubbed against each other as you felt yourself getting even more excited. 

Yoongi’s hand slipped away from your breast, down your stomach to the band of your thong. His finger traced over your center before pulling aside the soft fabric, sucking in a breath at the feel of your arousal pooling at your entrance. “Are you really this wet from just making out?” His voice hoarse. You nodded, hands on his biceps. “Shit,” he groans, sliding a finger inside you. You squirm, feeling your walls contract against his digit. 

“Yoongi,” you whine as he introduced another finger, pulling them in and out, getting you ready for him.

“Shit,” he grunted, removing both his fingers from inside you. You pant, half-lidded eyes watched him as he sucked his fingers, humming in approval. You dry swallowed, your arousal glistening on his lips before his tongue licked them. “I really want to eat you out,” he spoke confident in his statement. “But I will probably burst before I even get the chance to fuck you.”

You groaned at his words, feeling anxious as you lowered your gaze to his cock, your fingers made their way to it, barely touching it when it twitched. Yoongi hissed, as if in pain, while you stroked him. He was right. He was so hard that every move of your hand had him trembling. You leaned up, lips brushing his. “Please.” 

The sound of your sultry voice saying that one single word sent him over the edge, his mouth opening yours as his tongue darted through to feel yours. Your hands pushed through his hair as his fingers pulled your thong down your thighs. He separated from you, hot and bothered as he held up a finger, trotting off down the hall. You completely removed your panties when he jogged back towards you, condom in hand. You grinned, licking your lips at the sight of his bare cock as his boxers hit the floor. He placed the condom on before pulling you up as he sat down. 

“Come here.” He lured you to him, placing a knee on each side of his thighs. His hands gripped your hips as you drifted over his dick. “Ready?” You bit your lip, lowering yourself down onto him as your answer. The two of you gasped at the pressure of Yoongi’s dick sliding in. He lifted you up, removing himself from you before pulling you back onto him as he rammed himself completely in, bottoming out. 

“Yoongi—fuck,” you hissed, resting your forehead to his shoulder. 

Yoongi cupped your ass, moving it along as he thrusted upwards. You bounced on his dick, balancing yourself as you held on to his shoulders. He planted his mouth over your nipple, tongue swirling around it, nibbling at your flesh. “Shit, Y/N, you feel so good,” he breathed against your chest. His head lolled back as you bounced faster, breasts jumping with every move. “Keep going, baby,” he grunted, his thrusts meeting yours with every bounce. 

Yoongi closed his eyes, biting into his bottom lip as he met your movements. Your moan caused him to peek up at you through lidded eyes. The sight of you in pure bliss had him twitching inside you. 

You squealed once Yoongi took hold of your waist, turning you so your back rested on the couch. He pulled out, repositioning himself before he plunged inside, a yelp escaping your lips as his cock buried itself inside. 

“Ah,” you panted, your fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders. His lips molded onto yours while his hips thrusted at a faster pace. You could feel his dick throbbing inside you, a guttural moan forming through his lips. 

“I’m so fucking close,” he grumbled, his words too airy as he felt your walls tightening with every stroke.

“Come for me,” you huffed, squeezing your eyes shut, feeling a surge of ecstasy as Yoongi’s thumb pressed against your clit. He growled against your ear, your words arousing him more than he already was. You kissed his neck, nibbling at his skin, until you felt your toes curl. Another wave of pleasure rippling through your being as Yoongi lifted your hips to meet his. His thrusts were getting rougher, your body arching up to press against his. A whiny groan slips through your lips as you let go, feeling yourself release over his cock and Yoongi choked out a moan in feeling your release. 

He thrusted through your orgasm, snapping his hips quicker, feeling himself at the brink until you felt his cock twitch again. “Fuck,” he grunted, spilling into the condom. He rode out his high, last few thrusts slow. Yoongi tumbled over you, the weight of his body squishing you for a moment until he lazily slipped his cock out of you. You sighed contently as his lips planted fleeting kisses down your jaw, neck, and the valley of your breasts. “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled, getting up off you.

You sat up, eyes fixed on him as he disappeared into the hall again. You wrapped your arms around your torso, suddenly feeling aware that you were nude in Yoongi’s apartment. This was something you weren’t expecting, and embarrassment quickly replaced the pleasure you were feeling moments ago. Your hand instantly reached down to the floor to grab your thong, slipping them on while your eyes roamed around the dim-lit apartment to locate the rest of your clothing. You raked your fingers through your knotted hair, trying to figure out how you’d sneak out without Yoongi noticing.

“Hey.” You froze at the sound of his voice. Cautiously, you turned, eyes big when you saw him still completely naked. “What’re you doing?” Yoongi eyed the way you used your arms as a shield, covering your breasts while fidgeting on your heels. 

“Oh, um, I was just…” You trailed off the sentence you forming as you tried avoiding eye contact. 

Yoongi cocked his head to the side. “You weren’t thinking of leaving, were you?” 

You turned your head away from him, feeling your face heat up from humiliation. “Kind of.”

There was silence, a deafening silence that hurt you more than getting caught trying to leave unnoticed. Was Yoongi embarrassed too? You hung your head, staring at your feet, accepting that whatever happened was a huge mistake.

Yoongi placed his fingers under your chin, tilting up your head so your eyes met his. “We’re not done for the night, Y/N,” he whispered, voice seductive. Your eyes widened, how did he approach you so quick without making a single noise? “You deserve to be fucked every way possible. Plus, my bed is waiting to meet you.” Your lips parted, taken aback by Yoongi’s words. “Would you like that?” He asked, placing a kiss at the corner of your mouth. Your knees buckled as his tongue swiped over your bottom lip, a quivering breathe left your lips. Your arms fell to your sides as he embraced you by the waist, pulling you close while pressing his mouth to yours. 

“You still want me?” The question leaves your lips absentmindedly, making Yoongi raise his brows.

“Of course I do. Did you think I was going to hit it and quit it, kick you out on to the curb, and never speak to you again?” He eyed you seriously as your lips formed a thin line. “Wow, Y/N, I thought you liked me,” he scoffs, patting his chest on the spot where his heart is. “You wound me.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just I freaked out and —”

His lips cut you off as he gave you a tender-like kiss. “As I was saying before you ruined the moment,” he mumbles against your lips. You roll your eyes, causing him to smile. “My bed is waiting to meet you,” Yoongi continues as he gives you another kiss. 

“I have work in a few hours,” you responded quietly into his lips, finally following along.

“Hmm.” He bit your lip slightly before he let it go. “So do I, and that’s not going to stop me from having sex with you a few more times.” You laughed, your stomach fluttered at how he awarded you a gummy smile. 

“Yoongi, I really can’t.” You pouted your lips and Yoongi not being able to resist, kissed the pout until it became a grin.

“How about we compromise,” he started, pulling you flat against his chest, hands caressing your lower back. 

“I’m listening,” you encouraged, your thumbs soothing over the soft pale skin of his cheeks.

“You stay, we fuck—” he wriggled his eyebrows up and down, “—then I take you home, we fuck again in your shower, and get ready for work.” You giggled as you shook your head. “After that, we meet back here and repeat,” he murmured as he captured your lips in another kiss. 

You broke the kiss, a smile plastered on your face. You observed him, eyes focused on you, his lashes tangled with strands of damp hair. Yoongi looked as equally as fucked out as you probably did, with that hint of bliss. “Meet you in the bedroom,” you spoke against his mouth. You swerved around him, but his hand pinched your ass before you walked off, earning a squeal from you. Yoongi chuckled, arm wrapped around your torso as he fumbled forward with you leading the way down the hall to his bedroom.

You weren’t sure if this was anything serious, but it sure as hell was something, and you could tell Yoongi thought the same. Maybe panicking wasn’t the best option. After all, life was about chances and choices, and Yoongi was the most satisfying choice so far. 

Yoongi’s eyes gazed at you saunter your way inside his bedroom. He whistled while you crawled onto his bed, turning to look at him with your lip caught in-between, ass on full display. He gave you a mischievous grin before he quickly followed after you. You shrieked as he jumped onto the bed, tackling you gently while his hand slid down your thigh, your thong slipping along. He engulfed you in his arms, kissing you feverishly while your head sunk into the pile of pillows. 

Whatever this was, it was much better than any Horror Fest. 

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[rollforsleepy]

So I’ve been working on this for like three weeks! It’s been a tonne of fun but also a tonne of work. Coming up with five distinct subraces meant a lot of drawing! Oh boy! This started as a re write of the Dryad race because I didn’t think the Dryad race i found online was super playable, but it kinda gotta away from me a bit so I left dryads behind and these are fully homebrewed! The main carry overs from dryads are the +2 wisdom that they all get, and the no metal caveat in the weaponry proficiencies.

I spent some time researching different culture’s mythology on dryads and similar creatures. Wikipedia has a handy list of similar folklores at the end of the dryad entry (im not linking cos tumblr screws w posts w external links, but you can check it out yourself if youre curious). Basically I picked a few and wrote down some notes on each one so each subclass had a distinct feeling to it.

The Deep Forest subclass is based off hamadryads. Super long life, connected to a specific tree (i removed the life or death thing and just made it birthed by a tree, cos having a tree that if cut would killed you seemed unbalanced to me), that sorta thing. Cos they’re based on Oak trees, and Oaks are fairly hardy, I gave them some good survival type stuff. I didn’t want long, unfamiliar names so I changed it from Hamadryad to Deep Forest. Also I really didn’t want them to hark back to dryads and just Hamad had a weird ring to it to me

Gillie Du got to pretty much keep it’s name tho. Originally it’s Ghillie Dhu, and there was nothing wrong w that but i wanted things a bit simple in the name department. Ghillie Dhu is a Scottish fairy who (to drastically summarise him) lives in a marsh and plays tricks on people. As I said earlier, I wasn’t using these sources as gospel, just as flavour affects, so the Gillie Du subrace became a more water based thing with the breathing under water and swim speed.

Desert Walkers probably changed most from their original material. I started with the Salabhanjika, a sculpture found in india that’s always got a tree and a musical instrument in it. I wanted a bit of size range (i had to talk myself out of making one of them Large size cos it got too op, but I wanted to so bad) so they got the Small tag, then because India is a hot country and I already had a sub class more tightly woven in with fruit trees I made it more desert based, giving some good boosts to travelling related skills. I really love playing Small races and I wanna play as one of these now, it feels built for a ranger but I think it could make a kickass wizard tbh

The Maliade are based on the Epimelides, who were a kind of nymph associated with apple trees and sheep. I extended that association to fruit trees and all farm animals cos i didn’t want to cramp anyones roleplaying incase someone really wanted to be a Maliade who’s buddies with a bull and makes three magic dragon fruits every day. There’s no information beyond that on wikipeida, but I didn’t have any subrace who had a close relationship with people, so they got that. I like this one, I think the skills are pretty useful in a lot of small ways

And the Kodama! The Kodama are the only ones who actually got to keep their original name. Kodama are a Japanese spirit that inhabit trees. They can also be seen as Mountain Gods. So these guys got the mountain skills. Spider climb is a great skill, but when coupled with a slower speed I thought they cancel out pretty comfortably to make a balanced race. The Kodama has a brief description on wikipedia, but it’s terrifying, “small, white humanoids with large, rattling heads and mask-like features, with asymmetrical black dots for eyes and mouth, and move similar to bobbleheads.” I took the essence of this (pale skin, dark eyes) and dropped the rest. A lot of people (myself included) like their characters to be sexy, and that ain’t hot to me

Click through to read a transcript of the race if the font above is too small/blurry.

I’m gonna be making more of these and if there’s some interest I’ll start doing some stuff on Patreon, let me know if you thinks that’s something worthwhile. I’ve got a race in the works now that is like a living statue. Super slow but super durable. It’s a bit min/max but could be fun for some campaigns

Nature Spirits

Nature Spirits are a known phenomenon, a wandering essence of the land who appear commonly in the land. Some Nature Spirits are chosen and come into being through a birth touched by the land, some choose the path themselves and give their souls over to the land, some are simply brought into being by the powers of the land. It is a difficult life as a Nature Spirit, your priority is not yourself rather the protection and love of your home land. You have features and traits specific to the type of land you hail from.

Varied Childhoods

Each Nature Spirit is different, some wander far from their home, travelling and researching the world at large to better safeguard the continued life of their land. Others never leave and are rarely if ever seen by a civilised person. Some live in harmony with the people of their land, others seek to drive out humanoid peoples. You path in life is up to you, but the land you are from is your home and your priority.

Nature Spirit Traits

Ability Score Increase: Your Wisdom score increases by two.

Languages: You speak Common and Sylvan

Weapon Proficiency: You are proficient with the quaterstaff, club, greatclub, and slings. You cannot use this proficiency to use metal weapons and must use naturally found projectiles (such as wood, stone, nuts) for your sling. If your Class gives you proficiency in any of these weapons the metal caveat no longer applies

Alignment: Nature Spirits can have any alignment, but their loyalty lies with the land that powers them

Choose one from the following Racial Variants

Deep Forest

These spirits emerge from an ancient tree once in the trees lifetime, sometimes living incorporeally their whole lives, other times taking humanoid form to explore their forest in that way. They are ancient, tough, and fast, living the longest of any of their brethren Nature Spirits. Their hair forms as moss does atop their head. They are the least likely to leave their home unless they must.

Age: You age slowly, up to about 1000 years, and you age in time as a human would, at 80 years old you appear 8, at 900 years old you appear as a 90 year old human

Size: Medium

Speed: Your speed is 35ft

Ability Score Increase: Your Strength score increases by one.

The Hard Trek: Rough and difficult terrain does not affect you

Vision: You have Darkvision to a distance of 60ft

Survivalist: You are proficient in the Survival skill

Gillie Du

The Gillie Du find home wherever land meets water, be it ocean, river bank, or a swampy marsh. They are generally cheerful and occasionally make themselves known as a trickster to strangers in their land. Their skin is a dusky green tone but otherwise they appear somewhat elven. They can be born of humanoids, but more often are formed over some time in their land, and very occasionally a humanoid will show such a loyalty to the land that they turn into a Gillie Du. They are comfortable in both water and on land, but prefer land.

Age: You are fully grown at about 40 years old and do not age until your death at about 700 years of age.

Size: Medium

Speed: Your speed is 30ft, and your swim speed is 30ft

Ability Score Increase: Your Dexterity score increases by one.

Powerful Lungs: You can hold your breath for fifteen minutes plus a number of minutes equal to your Constitution modifier (minimum of zero)

Vision: You have Darkvision to a distance of 60ft

Sleep with Ease: You can cast the Alarm spell once a day without components

Desert Walker

Desert Walkers are born in deserts and find themselves comfortable in a hot climates. They are the most inhuman in appearance, still humanoid but with grey black skin, ears that connect behind their heads, and everlastingly young. Their age, of course, is not reflected in their appearance and they often speak with an experience that startles people. They are soft spoken and have learned from the many cultures they have encountered in their time.

Age: You live up to roughly 200 years, always appearing someone younger than an adult

Size: Small

Speed: You move quickly despite your size. Your speed is 30

Ability Score Increase: Your nomadic lifestyle has caused you to meet with the odd civilisation and learn from many varied cultures. Your Intelligence score increases by one

Inexhaustable: You have advantage against effects that will cause Exhaustion

Fire: You can cast the Cantrip Produce Flame

Musically Gifted: You have proficiency in one musical instrument of your choice

Keep an Eye Out: You have Expertise in the Perception skill

Endurance: You do not need to eat

Maliade

The Maliade Spirits are the most civilised, often the child of a townsperson who is touched by the powers of nature. They grow up with a community of humanoids in a small town hidden in the forest, or a larger city connected to an expanse of untouched flora. They are Medium size even if their birth parents are Small or Large, their size is determined by their Nature Spirit soul. They are friendly with animals and people alike, used to the constraints of town life as well as the freedom beyond. They are the most normal in appearance, the least likely of their kin to turn heads

Age: You age at the same rate as the average human, and die at roughly 100 years of age

Size: Medium

Speed: Your speed is 30ft

Ability Score Increase: Your Charisma score increases by one.

Language: You can speak to all farm animals

A Good Fruit: Everyday you can create four fruits of your choice, each feeds the average person for a day and restores 2 Hit Points. You cannot use this abiliy again until your next long rest

Find a Ride: At 3rd level you can cast Find Steed once a day, you are restricted to animals that would be normally found in a farm such as a horse, sheep, or cow.

Cook: You are proficient in Cooks Tools

Kodama

The Kodama are usually the result of a lost traveller or explorer who commits their life to protecting the land they’ve found and accepts the physical changes that entails. They are drawn to the roads and paths through their mountain range, watching and learning the different plants, animals, and humanoids that grow and pass through. They are pale skinned with dark irises and are generally more lean than strong.

Age: You live up to 400 years, aging to appear as a human would in their 60s

Size: Medium

Speed: You’re used to moving carefully across treacherous mounains, as such your speed is 25ft

Ability Score Increase: The mountains are a hard life. Your Constitution score increases by one

Natural Defence: You are more likely to defend yourself than attacked, as such once a day you can cast Barkskin

A Life of Climbing: You are forced to carefully climb your way throug life, leaving you with an ability most professional climbers would marvel at. You can Spiderclimb, climbing across walls and roofs live gravity doesn’t affect you

Sight: You have 30ft of Darkvision

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Unprofessional: Seb Stan x Reader  Part 5

Summary: Starring in the same movie meant feelings between any two actors was not allowed.

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Part: 5/?

Warnings: Cursing, I think. 

Words: 2151

Hope you guys like it. Comments are appreciated!!!!

Part 5

SEB P.O.V.

I didn’t even say ‘bye.’ Why the fuck didn’t I say ‘bye, Seb’s mind screamed, disappointed in his actions, or lack thereof. What the fuck is wrong with me?

As he made his way to his car, Seb turned his head over his shoulder to get one last look at you as you talked to a member of the set crew, but he didn’t stop walking until he was forced to by a small body blocking his way. Seb’s head whipped so fast to the source that his brain slightly jostled in his skull.

“Ann?!”

The small red-head before him smirked and gave a little wink. “Hi, baby.”

After recovering from shock, Seb huffed out a breath as he glanced back in your direction to make sure you were nowhere near. “Ann, what are you doing here?” He asked, exasperated. “How did you even find out where I am?”

She stood on her toes, put both of her manicured hands on his chest, and placed a small kiss on his cheek before he had the chance to protest. “Was just missing my man; Thought I would come pick him up and take him home, and don’t worry about how I’m here, just be happy that I am.” She smiled and brushed her fingers through the hair just above his ear and Seb flinched at her touch.

He grabbed her hand from his face and placed it back at her side. “Ann, we talked about this. We aren’t—”

The girl rolled her eyes. “I know, I know…’involved anymore.’”

“Yea.” He replied, nodding his head just a little extra harder than normal, hoping to drill that point home. “That’s exactly right, so why are you here?”

Ann’s brown eyes trailed up and down the length of Seb’s body, his face growing more bored as she took her sweet time, until he had to look away from the eye-groping for his sanity. That look of hers may have worked on him months ago, but not anymore. “I gave you some time to think about us and now I’m back.” Ann said, turning Seb’s face back to hers by his chin.

“This wasn’t something I needed to think about. I was pretty clear.”

She made a humming sound at his statement that he recognized all too well as an indication of her not giving a shit about what he said. “Seb.” She said, locking her eyes with his. “C’mon, you can’t be seri—Oh my God, is that Y/N; That girl you’re working with?”

“What?” He hadn’t noticed Ann look over his shoulder until your name fell past her lips.

Ann pointed in the direction Seb knew you had been minutes before, he had just hoped you had gone home already. His ex was the last person he ever wanted you to meet. “That Y/H/C-haired girl over there?”

Seb didn’t need to look. It was too late to fix the problem anyway. “Yes.” He said, his tone solid, but angry as a result of this situation.

A shrill laugh passed her painted lips. “Well, thank God, huh?”

Seb’s eyebrows scrunched together, genuinely confused at her reaction. “What?”

“I thought she was going to be pretty. I was worried about her stealing my man.” She smiled and drew a fingernail from the tip his shoulder to the curve of his wrist. “But, clearly that will not be a problem.”

“I’m not your man, Ann.” Seb groaned. “And what the hell do you mean you thought she would be pretty? She is p—"

“Is, um, this a bad time?”

Fuck, Seb internally cursed as he heard your sweet voice behind him and rolled his eyes at the satisfied smirk on Ann’s face. Seb was so engrossed in arguing with Ann that he didn’t hear your footsteps. He turned away from the woman he loathed to face you and the uncomfortable look that had spread across your features. It was like all at once, you figured out what was happening in front of you, how he felt about you, who Ann was, and how utterly screwed he seemed to be in this moment; but, Seb couldn’t help his smile when he saw you, even with the awkwardness of the day looming over your heads. “Y/N, hi…”

“Is this a bad time?” You asked again, your beautiful Y/E/C eyes staring at him from under thick, long lashes. You hadn’t looked at Ann yet and Seb just prayed you couldn’t see her altogether. “I was asked to give you this.”

Seb didn’t even look to the thing in your hand, barely even registering what you said. He just saw you in front of him and knew that your bodies being so close made him forget that Ann was even there, but he should’ve known that wouldn’t last. Moments later, Ann’s aggravating voice piped up from behind him, drawing your attention away and forcing the magic Seb felt from his current connection with you to shatter to bits at his feet.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me, Sebby?”

When he made no move to bring you and Ann into the same conversation, the annoying one took it upon herself.

“Can’t trust this man to be a gentleman for his life.” She chuckled, and it made him nauseous. “I’m Ann, Sebastian’s girlfriend.”

At that word, Seb’s eyes snapped shut from frustration. Why I thought she wouldn’t try to stake her claim is far beyond me. When he opened his eyes, he saw your face had changed, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly how.

“Oh.” You acknowledged, your head down, eyes suddenly interested in the pavement.

“You’re not my girlfriend!” He groaned without turning to Ann, then quietly directed his words to you. “Y/N, she’s not my girlfriend.”

“It’s not really my business. It’s late, I should get home. I’ll see you on Monday.” You hurried away, the paper you were meant to give him still in your clenched hand.

Seb felt clear, sharp pain when you left him to trek back to your car. It hurt, the fact that you walked away from him so easily, the unreadable expression on your face, coming to the realization that he wouldn’t see you the entire weekend.

“Aww, she seems sweet. I would love to get to know her better; let her know where her boundaries lie when it comes to you.”

The sarcasm dripping from Ann’s mouth did nothing to calm Seb’s overflowing frustration.

He whipped around and grabbed his ex by her upper arm. “Boundaries are not going to be a problem, so Leave. Her. Alone.” He demanded, his lips close to her face and blue-grey eyes burning in a threat.

“Oh please, I saw the way she was looking at you.” She spat, before her lips formed a smirk rivaling any Disney villain’s. “She needs to learn a lesson. Maybe I should catch up with her before she leaves.”

Seb gripped the red-heads arm firmer. “You listen to me right now. Y/N didn’t do anything, ok? She is my coworker and I don’t need you causing more problems in my life than you already have.” He growled, then released her and stepped back. “Besides…she doesn’t like me like that.”

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SEB P.O.V.

The Next Day

“Oh my God, just do it already!” Anthony moaned as he laid along Seb’s couch, eating popcorn and throwing an occasional kernel at the screen in front of him when his team didn’t score.

Seb looked at his phone warily, reading the text he had written and rewritten while his thumb hovered over the ‘send’ button. “I don’t know if I can.”

“If you don’t do it, I will.” His friend replied, words muffled by a mouth full of snack food.

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Y/N P.O.V.

Your phone dinged with a notification, which was beyond odd, because your phone never dinged with a notification unless it was from your roommate, Billie. With a confused look on your face, your head slowly turned left to the tall, raven-haired girl sitting next to you on your bed, her eyes fixated on on the tv show in front of her as she munched on some Doritos.

Billie had always been great at multitasking, could text and do anything else at the same time, but considering her phone was nowhere to be seen, you guessed it probably wasn’t her.

“Billie?”

“Yea.” She asked, face stuffed with chips as she continued to stare at the show in front of her.

“Did you just text me?”

Apparently, your question was stupid enough to merit a judgmental face and direct eye contact, because Billie rarely looked anyone’s way once Netflix was turned on.

“Ok, hun, I know you’ve been kinda stressed lately, you know, with the ridiculously hot co-star and all, but maybe you should take it easy. Maybe take a nap.”

You grabbed your phone off the nightstand and fiddled with it between your hands, nervous to click the unlock button. “My phone dinged.” You said as you stared at the dark screen. One touch of a button and you would see who it was from, but no one ever texted you, No one except Billie.

This is silly.

You looked back to your best friend, her eyes re-glued on the tv. “Yea? I’m not sure what you want me to do about it?” She chuckled. “Maybe, I don’t know, check who it’s from?”

You nodded, still looking at the phone, then clicked the button with your thumb. The screen brightened, and the image of your dead dog popped up. “One new notification’ with the little messaging box next to it covered Fluffy’s big, brown eyes.

If I want to see my dog ever again I’m going to have to open it.

You entered in your pin and there it was, your ‘one new notification,’ from non-other than Sebastian Stan. You had forgotten the director gave you each other’s numbers before you even met in case you wanted to do outside rehearsing, or discuss the scene, or whatever came to mind.  

“I’m having a party at my place tonight. I know its short notice, but I hope you can make it.”

That’s all it said except for his address a couple spaces underneath and the time the party started.

Party at Sebastian’s starting in 30 min and he wants me to come?

“Oh, no.” You whispered to the phone.

“What?”

“Uh n-nothing.”

Yours eyes had yet to look up and without expecting it, Billie had snatched your phone from your hands. You swatted at her and grabbed for it, but her arms were a little longer than yours. She held you back as she read the words in front of her.

“A party?” She said, excitedly, tossing your phone back in your lap.

You huffed in response. “Yea…”

“At the ridiculously hot co-star’s apartment?”

“Yea…”

Billie smiled mischievously and got up from the bed, chips and Netflix forgotten. “Oh, you’re going.” She said, walking over to your closet and rummaging through it.

You panicked at her statement, not question, but statement. “No! Billie, no way!”

She pulled out the only sexy dress you had; simple, short-ish without being slutty, and in a deep plum shade that gave you ‘killer curves,’ or so Billie claimed, then threw it near you. “Yes, way.”

You stood and moved to where she stood as she looked for your black heels and you took the opportunity to snatch the dress from where it laid on the bed to put it back in the closet.

“Don’t you dare!” She scolded from a hunched position, her back facing you. She knew you too well. “You are going!”

“Billie—”

“No!” She yelled again, standing and tossing your shoes on the mattress. “This is the first man you have been attracted to in I don’t know how long, and he has invited you to a party at his place. I will drag you there kicking and screaming if I have to.”

“We work together!”

“I. Don’t. Care.” She said as she repeatedly poked your shoulder with a finger. “Now, be a good girl and put on your outfit, do your make up, and get out of here.”

“It’s at 9.”

She wiggled her eyebrows. “Then, you better get cracking if you want to look like a sexy-as-hell goddess for that man of yours.”

Your face straightened out. “Not my man. I think he has a girlfriend anyway. I mean, he said he doesn’t, but the woman he was with seemed pretty damn sure he does.”

“Well, show up looking like a seductive temptress and figure it out. If she’s there, hanging all over him, making out with him, then yea, maybe he does…God, that would suck.”

“Maybe? Maybe he does? If he’s doing all those things with her, I would say he definitely does.”

Billie huffed. “Just go.” Then, she lightly slapped your ass in the direction of the bathroom where all of your make-up products lived.

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Monopoli 1

We got to Monopoli around 3.30 with various stops and the fun commenced of looking for somewhere to stay. We had a couple of booking.com leads but wanted to check them out first. It’s always difficult when you get varying reports or in fact consistent ones but they say the same good things eg host very helpful and friendly but say nothing too much about the room eg might say clean and tidy but leave out “small”. You tend to look for what they may not have said rather than what they have said. Photographs of rooms a bit like photos of houses for sale always look a bit more glamorous and larger than they are in real life. So we approach this with a healthy level of dubiousness.

We had one lead in particular and after driving around the back streets for 20 mins or so trying to get close to it, with no luck, we parked up in what seemed like a residential area but 50 metres or so from the start of the old town. I stayed with the car as no parking signs and no markings on the street which could be a good or bad thing. Monopoli is one of those towns that has a residents only section by car and we were unsure if we were in it. Fines can be hefty if you transgress.

Liz headed off using google maps to locate the B&B. They were not responding to the phone. While she was gone I kept looking at booking.com and located another good possibility not far away from place 1. Liz called feeling very frustrated. Even on foot it was difficult to find. She was though very euphoric about the town saying how pretty it was. Luckily place No2 responded via phone and I arranged for the host to meet Liz at the property. Probably 45 mins has gone by by now. I am now in regular phone exchange with the guy (alessandro). They met up, Liz liked the property and 15 mins later they both rolled up at the car on foot. All in all probably an hour and half has gone by but we are in.

Property is in the old town. A small one with three units in it. We trundled the cases around there probably a good 10-12 minute walk with Alessandro’s help. Temperature was early 30s but felt like late 30s and we were glad to arrive. Really quite modern and spacious room. A bit more than we would like to pay but Alessandro told us where to free park so that saved some dosh. Also smack bang in the action perhaps about 200 metres from the main piazza though we face out to sea so quite quiet. From our window we can see the local fishing boats in the little harbour. Very pretty and tranquil.

We immediately took to Monopoli and decided to stay another day so booked for two. He did ask if we would like to book for 3 but we weren’t sure as time in Italy slipping away. It didn’t take too long though for us to feel convinced and later that evening we decided to make it a third night. Alessandro gave us a variety of eating recommendations for seafood, meat, varied cuisine and pizza. The ones we went to turned out well.

After showering we headed into town to explore. Didn’t get too far as we found a nice little outdoor bar looking out to sea just around the corner and planted ourselves. In one of those bizarre coincidences the couple sitting just behind us in the bar with a son aged around 11 were Aussies. Very interesting lifestyle, they live in Warsaw and he is a chef and previously had worked as a chef at M on the Bund restaurant in Shanghai owned by Melbournite Michelle Garnaut. They have been out of Australia for quite a while in fact their son was born in Shanghai. She is a marketing executive at the international school in Warsaw and previously was the same in Shanghai. Just when you think most Aussies live the same sort of lifestyle as you. We had a pleasant chat about Poland, China, Australia and holidays amongst other things. He also recommended a restaurant which they had been to where they had enjoyed the seafood. We decided we had to go there he was a chef after all.

We wandered around town for a while and booked the chef’ s recommendation for Wednesday night (it was closed on Tuesday) and also Alessandro’s seafood restaurant recommendation (Il Guazetto) for the following night. Funnily enough the Aussies were eating there as we booked. It looked like we were stalking them.

Just had to sort out tonight. We looked at a few places and were thinking Pizza. After drawing a blank at one of Alessandro’s recommendations, as we did not want to sit inside on a hot night and all outside tables taken, we went to another - Ai Portici. Pretty solid without being gourmet. Also thought that we are pretty spoiled for good pizza in Melbourne especially around Carlton/Fitzroy way.

A really pleasant evening and we had a stroll around soaking up the atmosphere. It’s one of those pinch yourself locations. Nowhere near as frenetic as some of the places we have been though plenty of people floating about. We were also to come to think that this must be one of the most difficult places to navigate on foot. Only locals can drive in the old city but it is a veritable maze of narrow streets. They often lead into cul de sac little squares where the locals might be sitting out on the steps or chairs nattering to each other. You get the impression that they would prefer we didn’t intrude. They never really offer a greeting first or ask you if you are lost ( I guess that’s obvious). They just look at you as you beat a retreat and carry on with their natter. Don’t blame them really. One thing we came to think was that this place would change over the coming years and we were glad we were here now.

Next day was a very relaxed start. Our accommodation is a large one bedroom apartment though with kitchen facilities and eating area downstairs shared with the other two apartments (kitchen - what’s that? - we didn’t trouble the facilities). Breakfast is included in the tariff. That is available at the restaurant right outside our front door which is in a small piazza. We really liked the guys who ran it. They had helped Liz located the premises on Day 1 and were good fun to chat to and very pleasant. One of them had lived in Sydney for 11 years but was now back home to run the restaurant with his brothers. He had retained his permanent residency though and wasn’t ruling out returning. He confirmed our suspicions that the town was undergoing rapid change with more and more people seeking to rent out their homes which obviously diminished progressively the number of residents. Get here quick was the message.

Breakfast was a relatively humble affair. One cup of tea, freshly squeezed orange juice and one croissant or toast with jam. None of the larger spreads which B&Bs and hotels offer even though we were paying a reasonably high price by our standards. Still I found the croissant which was crammed with jam v filling and Liz in the end resorted to the Vegemite on toast which we had packed much to the amusement of the Aussie guy. The Vegemite fascinate the other waiters at the restaurant and Liz persuaded two of them to try it. One kept a straight face and the other almost managed to, the grimace was mostly suppressed. He said he preferred Nutella.

Liz had one goal - to get to the beach. I also had one. We had spotted a barbers shop in town and I headed for the long awaited haircut. The barber was typical no doubt of a myriad of Italian barbers shops around the world. I was the only one in there. He spoke virtually no English but we conversed in the language of the barbers shop. Essentially though the message was make it short. He clipped and snipped away at great pace using the scissors and comb. Just when I thought that looks pretty right perhaps just a bit more off that one section there (which I pointed to) he got a new lease of life and out came the electric clippers and basically he gave me a number 2. Looking at all my futures in the space of 60 seconds. I liked it though though not sure what the missus will think (she liked it too or said she did). Certainly it’s tidy but there seems to be a lot of head.

That was really the first stanza over. He stuck the electric clippers in both ears to move that irritating hair growth. Sounded like a combine harvester in each ear and not just because of the crop growing there. Finished that off with the scissors. Got out a little electric contraption which he stuck up each nostril to remove the hair from there. Yuk I know! Then immediately used the same contraption to trim my eyebrows. This was good but I sat there wondering whether there had been any transference of matter from nostril to eyebrow and people would look at me with a what the heck’s that hanging down off your eyebrow. I hear it’s fashionable.

This was all done at frenetic pace. Next was the cutthroat razor which he applied to trim up bits of hair here and there and shave the neck. Absolutely fantastic. 10 euros about $17/18. I want to take him to Melbourne. Perhaps I can persuade Liz to work on nostril and ear hair.

Liz meanwhile had gone beach exploring and plumped for the town beach. This was a little cove with a very small amount of coarse sand but Liz had managed to find a handy nook up against the craggy retaining wall which provide us with shade. With our foam beach mats we could also sit upright leaning against it so we were very comfy. No umbrellas other than a few private ones that people had stuck in the sand here. Not that that matters too much to the locals. They bask in the sun in a way that Aussies are nervous about these days. No wonder so many are very brown.

I joined her post haircut and we whiled away the day not doing too much other than reading, blogging, sleeping, a bit of swimming etc. It was also fun to watch the locals go about their beach business. I had a bit of a reconnoitre in mid afternoon and duly got lost again wandering around the city but that was half the fun.

After a long afternoon on the beach we headed home for showers etc around 6.30 and post that for dinner. This was to Alessandro’s fish restaurant recommendation. Guazetto It was superb. I had baked sea bream in a crust of potato and zucchini which the waiter suggested as a local delicacy. It was sumptuous as Rick Stein would say. Liz had langoustine which was equally good but a bit on the low side volume wise. She got 6 fairly small ones though laid out very decoratively with their large shells. The paucity was exaggerated when she kindly offered me a bite and I thought she was offering me the whole item. This was not received well and I spent the rest of dinner trying to make up with bits of sea bream. As I write this blog Liz has had a whinge again so it resonated. Must say it did taste nice though.

Liz had not been able to get a drink she could handle at the restaurant so this was a good excuse to head to the city square and have a couple of drinks as the throng paraded past. Lovely temperature. Very relaxed atmosphere. What could be better. Washed down with a couple of gelatis as well. It had been a good day.

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Can you remember your first day of school? very clearly lol. i was that kid who cried when their parents dropped them off. Who’s your best friend? my boyfriend. Do you watch the Disney channel? no, we never had cable :( What’s your favourite movie? i have way too many. aladdin, mean girls, white chicks, 40yo virgin etc. Would you rather jump out of an airplane or go scuba diving? honestly the thought of either scares me but i’d probably choose scuba diving.

Do you get bored looking at other peoples’ holiday pictures? it really depends. i love albums that are quality over quantity. my cousin takes photos of absolutely everything so going through her albums of 400+ photos if boring af. Do you give money to charity? i have before but had to stop it coz it was a little too much for me. What can you hear right now? the tv. What does your last received text say? i’m home. Is there anything annoying you right now? not really.  What did you last have to eat? steak. Are you more into music or movies? probably music. Do you like making surveys? i don’t make any. When was the last time you went to a swimming pool? omg i forgot. last year maybe. Can you ride a bike? What age were you were you learned? yes. i was about 5 but was fully confident at about 7 lol. Would you rather have a pet snake or a pet turtle? turtle. Do you have, or would you like to get, any tattoos? no tatts, don’t plan on getting any either. Have you ever seen a band live? Who was the last you saw? yes. majid jordan. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever found in someone’s bedroom? idk lol. Who do you live with? my family. What colour are your socks? not wearing any but i own mostly black socks. When was the last time you went outside? about 30 mins ago. Are you too hot or too cold right now? i’m a little too hot but it’s tolerable. Do you have any musical instruments in your bedroom? nope. Do you like Batman or Robin more? neither. Did you ever love Pokemon? Do you still? yes, i loved it as a kid. i don’t follow it anymore. Do people who use massive amounts of emoticons annoy you? i don’t mind. Have you ever talked to your parents over an IM programme? yes. Do you like painting? i haven’t painted in years. What was the last clothing item you bought? pants and shorts. Do you have any fairy lights in your bedroom? nope. What does your washing powder smell like? like typical laundry detergent. that linen smell lol. Do you have a dishwasher or do you do dishes by hand? dishes by hand. Are there any cobwebs in your room? hopefully not. Do you keep a diary? not this year. What made you laugh last? a video. Have you ever used a pick-up line and had it work? no lol. Do you read Texts From Last Night? How about FML? nope. Are you wearing any jewellery right now? nope. Do American / British spelling differences annoy you? haha. not really. i do british spelling for everything coz that’s how we were taught. Do you like the smell of lavender? i don’t mind it. Have you ever entered a modelling competition? Would you? no and no. Did you keep any drawings / stories from when you were younger? yeah basically anything from my school books that i still have. Who did you last have an argument with? my boyfriend. When was the last time you cooked for yourself? last week. When was the last time you wrapped a present? christmas. Do you have a safe? no. What’s the scariest thing to happen to you so far? idk tbh. maybe when i was at the airport and alarms started blaring for 10-15 minutes. i stayed pretty calm though. What was your last dream about? (or your daydream if you don’t remember) no idea. i never remember my dreams. Do you own a baby names book? nope lol. i used to always look through them at the library though. Do you read TV magazines? no. When was the last time you saw a relative? today. What time is it right now? 12:39am. Do you shout out the answers at quiz shows? haha yes. Have you ever been in a TV audience? yes haha! Have you ever entered the lottery? Won anything? i’ve done it once and didn’t win anything. When was the last time you were so angry you thought you would burst? haha maybe two weeks ago. Do you skip breakfast? sometimes. Are you in anyway close to reaching a personal goal? no. Do you prefer crosswords or word searches? word searches are a ton easier. Have you ever drawn on a wall in your house? no. Felt-tip pens or highlighters? felt tip. Do you like making collages? i did as a kid. Have you ever kept a scrapbook? yes. What’s your favourite video-game? the sims, tekken, gta 5, watchdogs and rdr. Do you remember any inside jokes from childhood? not from the top of my head. Do you think you’re a geek? no. Have you ever made up a word? no. Do you get nervous speaking to people you don’t know on the phone? yes haha. Are you scared of anything irrational? driving somewhere i’m not familiar with. Can you calm yourself down or do you just get all panicked at things? i panic over everything. Do you need to wash your hair? nope. What are your plans for tomorrow? working. Have you ever forgotten how to spell a really simple word? haha no but if you stare at a word long enough it starts to look weird. Do you have a passport? What’s the picture like? yes. it’s terrible. Have you ever had a full fringe? (bangs) yes. Is there anything you would never admit to liking? not really. What time did you get up this morning? 11am. pretty late. What’s the weirdest craze you can remember? scoobies. Have you ever been so hot you took a freezing cold shower? yes. i do this all the time in summer. it helps. Do you own a plaid shirt? yes. Do you take your own surveys? no. i don’t make them. Do you have a fan in your room? yes. two haha. Do you use bug spray or fly swatters? both. Do you know where your parents are right now? yes, sleeping. What was the last thing you said outloud? bye. Are you a clumsy person? yes. Can you brush your teeth without getting toothpaste all over your face? yes. i’ve had to learn after doing my makeup then realizing i hadn’t brushed my teeth yet lol. Do you have tiled floors in your house? yes. Do you listen to any movie soundtracks regularly? nope. Do you bruise easily? no. What would you love to learn to do? a language or instrument. Do you prefer monkeys or lemurs? whatever. Do you think you’d be able to survive on a desert island? probably not. Have you ever watched a foreign film without the subtitles? no lol. actually yeah but i understood the language. Do you watch movies based on the actors or the movie plot? a bit of both tbh. if the trailer is good i’m keen too. Do you have any phone charms on your mobile? nope. Would you ever meet anyone you met online? probably not. Are you more shy in real life or on the internet? real life. Are you happy with where you’re going in life? not really. ready to make changes but i just need to motivate myself.

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Natural Remedy For Shrinking Gums

Treatment For Receding Gums And Also Loosened Teeth

Residence Remedies To Reverse Receding Gums & Grow It Back Just How To Reverse Gum Recession is actually the primary thing appears head when you find hemorrhaging gums. Ever before questioned why these reddish gum origins exist? It is actually as a result of bad oral health and negative consuming practices. Gum recession is a dental problem where there is loss of gum tissues from around the tooth head. Yet another aspect which is actually necessitated as the source of receding gum misbehaves brushing procedure. Yes that holds true, if you comb your teeth intensely then you are actually likewise hurting your gum origins. Yet the good news is there are proven natural home remedy for receding gums which can easily help develop back tissue once again.

Natural Cure For Shrinking Gums

Receded gums causes gap in between cells and also tooth origin. The left open location is actually susceptible to bacterial infection which can result in gum swelling and hemorrhaging. It deteriorated and often you might need to lose your tooth. Believe me you don't prefer spaces in your mouth and dream to treat receding gum line. Symptoms of the oral concern is actually remarkably handful but rather evident. Some symptoms and also signs of gum recession are bleeding gum, bloody gum origins, aching tooth, gum irritation, gum bleeds on brushing, as well as dropped gums. These symptoms could be noticed one week just before recession beginnings can proceed till 2 days release the recession. You need to alleviate it immediately because of the fact that if this oral problem is actually left behind without treatment at that point you might experience overlooking teeth. After that means to mend receding gums? So the large problem, Can receding gums expand back? Of course there are numerous natural therapies as well as cure you may aim to reverse receding gums. The majority of these natural and home remedies are user-friendly as well as very useful. They can cure it in number of times and aid receding gum expand back. Ways to Repair Receding Gums? Gums are cells intact with tooth dental crown which provides toughness. Once the gum erosion takes place it end up being pretty vulnerable to microbial infection. Clinical treatment could be thought about safe as well as straight selections to alleviate receding gums, As you may consistently use different natural medicine to quicken the recovery operation. To restore gum recession it is important to have tough invulnerable and great oral hygiene. Hence substitute treatments like natural home remedies will operate well in addition to your frequent clinical treatment. One can additionally completely trust home remedies to turn around gum recession as well as regrow it. Reverse Receding Gums With Home Remedies Some cannabis and natural active ingredient can easily help correct and also regrows gums. As these herbs as well as natural remedies are being actually made use of in Ayurveda, our team attempted to provide the detailed guide on exactly how you can utilize them to get rid of gum recession. Thus maintain reading and also exercise your beloved natural treatment to develop back gums. Coconut Oil For Receding Gums Oil pulling with coconut oil can be really reliable backward receding gums. Coconut oil is actually tough antibacterial and also antiseptic. The oil taking will certainly clean the mouth as well as clear away afflict from teeth as well as gums. Oral plaque buildup attention of dropped gums may result in swelling in gums and also tooth ache. Coconut oil forms an antibacterial level around infected area. This avoids the scenario from getting worse and activates blood stream circulation. Sufficient blood stream source and also adequate amount of health and nutrition source may lead in to gum regrowth. The regrowed cells hyperlinks the empty space and once again gums hold tight around tooth dental crown.

You require: Virgin coconut oil Paths: Take 1 as well as 1/2 spoon of coconut oil in your mouth. Now swirl and also swish the oil around contaminated site. Maintain swishing for 3-5 mins. Loyal this two times a time for fast healing. Aloe Vera For Receding Gum Line Aloe Vera is natural antibacterial and semi-antiviral. It prevents advancement of micro-organisms and also fungi. Aloe vera Vera is actually ideal natural remedy for gum recession. Because of its own clinical home of anti-inflammation, aloe Vera benefits lowering gum inflammation quicker as reviewed to various other weeds.

Shrinking Gums Natural Remedy 

It repair work the tissue as well as damaged gums by marketing regrowth of tissues. This additionally avoids the development of bacteria inducing recession of gum product line. It is highly recommended to use some form of aloe gel powered mouthwash to have healthy gum line. You require: Aloe Vera gel, Cotton balls, and lukewarm water. Instructions: Take a mug of warm water as well as utilize it as a mouth wash. Today take 1 spoon of aloe vera gel and also combination it with 1 mug of lukewarm water. Take half mouth full of this choice as well as swish around troubled site. Each time swish for 1 minute and also discharge, do not swallow it. Use this aloe Vera mouth wash for turning around gum recession. Conversely, for better end results take some aloe Vera gel on cotton round as well as location it over influenced site. Keep this for 5-10 mins and also remove it after that. Rinse your mouth along with regular water. Clove Oil For Reversing Receding Gums Clove possesses strong disinfectant potentials. It can easily check out the development of infection and also microbial advancement. Clove is excellent receding gums natural home remedy. The sanitation of contaminated gum can easily promote regrowth of tissues and also cells. It stays clear of gum fragmentation as well as quit cells decomposing. This treatment stops gum recession and promote a lot quicker healing. Clove oil is actually strong antibacterial and repeatedly consumed for much better immune system. You can utilize clove oil with oil drawing method. Merely applying clove oil on affected region can easily repair receding gums trouble. Health advantages of clove oil likewise feature acne treatment, heel stimulates, tooth sensitiveness, and also other oral ailments. You demand: Clove oil, cotton ball Directions: Wash your mouth with warm water. Now take 5 decreases on a cotton sphere and cover impacted region using this. You can likewise straight go down clove oil on receded gums. Maintain this for 30 minutes and rinse off along with neat water. Natural Toothpaste For Gum Recession Receding gums grow back however simply if it certainly not harmed any longer. What form of toothpaste you utilize as gums declines is critical. Most of the toothpaste is composed of silicate as well as it boosts the nerves. But below it may quicken the recession, therefore its much better you avoid toothpaste consisting of silicate for a while. Listed below you are going to learn the method of making natural antibiotic toothpaste. This natural toothpaste will reverse gum recession normally. It will certainly certainly not stimulate the nerves in bad techniques. Antibiotic attributes of this toothpaste will certainly hinder all micro-organisms setting off receding gum line. It ensures tissue regrowth and also gum repair begin beginning. You require: Neem skin, Basil leaves behind, whole entire cloves, clove oil, and sesame oil Directions: Take 30 grams of Neem skin, 20-30 divine basil leaves behind, and 15 entire cloves. Toss all them in to mortar as well as feature 1 spoon of clove oil and also 2 tea-spoon of sesame oil. Squash all of them and produce mix through pestle. Currently utilize this natural toothpaste to grow back gums. Choose smooth toothbrush. Brush 2 opportunities a time to mend receding gums. Sesame Oil To Stop Gum Erosion Sesame oil among the earliest natural oil took advantage of to manage oral conditions. Oil taking is actually earliest regular property treatment for oral ailments. Because of rapid end results it is actually still well-known today. Sesame oil inspections hazardous amount in mouth. It eliminates plaque from peak of teeth and also its surrounding. Avoiding oral plaque buildup coming from accumulating on teeth alone may be major game changer. Plaque may create some severe gum complications. Several of them include swelling in gum, high sensitivity around nerves, and cavities. The greatest technique to cure gum recession is oil pulling with sesame oil. This cover the preventive coating of disinfectant atmosphere around teeth. You require: Sesame oil, lukewarm water.

Shrinking Gums Remedy

Instructions: Swish along with warm water for 1-2 minutes. Then take 1 spoon of sesame oil and swish around the afflicted area. Wash once more with warm water. Warm water eliminates gum and also promotion leisure from discomfort. Eco-friendly Tea For Receding Gum Line Treatment of gum recession is actually rather achievable with eco-friendly herbal tea consumption. The tannin rich environment-friendly herbal tea is likewise powered along with various other organic advantages. Hot eco-friendly tea is going to alleviate the gums and also reduce discomfort. It deal with gums through advertising regrowth of tissue cells.

Dealing with plaque is rather crucial for simple rehabilitation. Regular usage of organic tea while your gum declines can quit extra damages. Herbal tea has actually been used for health care purposes in Japan and also China. It is also performed today to cure oral ailments. Inning conformance with an article released by "National Center For Complementary and Integrative Health", It expose that environment-friendly herbal tea could be made use of to cope with genital growths, body weight decline, and also oral ailments. You require: Green herbal tea bags, lemon, water, dark salt, and parsley leaves. Instructions: Include 2 mug of water in pot and also carry it to boiling point. Pour warm water in cup as well as plunge 1 green herbal tea bag. Prep the herbal tea as well as incorporate 1 spoon of lemon juice. Additionally incorporate 2 pinch of black sodium and 5 fallen leaves of parsley. Mix them well and also drink on it two times a day to support receding gums grow back. Tea Tree Oil To Stop Receding Gums When our company refer to finest natural antibiotic tea tree oil is the supreme selection seems the head. Tea plant oil is actually outstanding natural remedy to bounce back receding gums. It can stop additional harm to cells. Tea tree oil ensure regrowth of cells and also lowers chances of tooth loss. The effective antibacterial as well as anti-fungal abilities of herbal tea tree oil avoid plaque buildup and origin damages. Folks additionally use TTO for roof shingles, back-acne, hair fall, baldness, skin psoriasis, verrucas, and chronic eczema. This will certainly additionally advertise regrowth of tissues and also repair any type of cell damage.

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Japan: My Trip

Thought I’d put together a little photo diary of my two weeks in Japan because why not and I just like to share with my tumblr pals.

Read on to find out what I got up to.

Sunday 13th May

This was the day I flew out to Japan. I packed my bag and was ready to leave at 11am UK time. I’m not gonna lie to ya’ll, I was an emotional mess, leaving my family behind. 

You should know, I’ve never been on a trip without my family and I’ve never been out of Europe. So, going out to Japan with just my best friend was a big thing for me. So, was pretty tearful and then my mum like burst into tears; she’s a worrier. 

Anyway, my dad dropped me off at the airport to meet my bestie and we did all the boring airport stuff and soon enough, we were on the plane. The sky is ridiculously pretty at different times during an overnight flight or at least, a flight that crosses different time zones. 

Pretty uneventful. I mostly ate, slept and wrote chapter 1 of CTD: Bound. 

Monday 14th May

So, I arrived in Japan’s Narita airport at 11am.

Then I went up and grabbed my suitcase as well as going and grabbing my pocket wifi - Something that is tremendously helpful if you go to Japan. I don’t know what it’s like for you guys but in London, I pretty much have wifi anywhere I go whereas in Japan, it wasn’t as easy to come across; at least not for free. 

The pocket wifi was a godsend. It can connect up to 10 devices and it lasts all day long when fully charged. Now, there were a couple times it tapped out but you just need to turn it off and turn it on again. 

It cost about £60 for 2 weeks but if you’re going with people, it works out better. Me and my friend split it so we only paid £30 each but very worth it.

But, yeah, defo recommend this for anyone who is going to Japan. It was a big help, especially when needing to look up locations and/or directions.

Next, we went and grabbed our Japan rail passes which look like so:

This was probably the best thing I bought for Japan. Not even joking. 

Even if you aren’t going very far, this thing helps so much. It’s a pass that allows you to use any trains that are owned by the JR company which is a fair amount that helps you get around Tokyo and surrounding districts. Note: You have to buy it before you fly to Japan and take the exchange form that comes in the post with you to Japan. You exchange it at the airport and they give you the passes above. Just make double sure your passport has been stamped because otherwise, they won’t let you have it. 

Anyway, this was £310 for 2 weeks but again: WORTH IT. It does depend on what you’re doing but me and my friend were out and using transport every single day. We also went far. We went to Hiroshima, Kyoto and Osaka - All covered by the passes. And for example, £310 is basically a return ticket to Kyoto so you are already making your money back. 

So, we picked these up and using them, hopped on the shinkansen (bullet train) to Shinjuku (Sound familiar, Titan fans? Yes, it’s the ‘roughest part of town’ according to Robin in the Trouble in Tokyo movie). It took about an hour and then we checked into our hotel which was: Shinjuku Prince Hotel.

It was a really nice hotel actually. The staff were friendly and spoke really good English. I recommend staying here; it’s right in the heart of busy Shinjuku and was only 5 mins from the station. We booked a deluxe twin room because two rooms worked out more expensive and it was not too shabby at all. I didn’t actually take any pictures so I snubbed some off google.

Anyway, we were running a little late and we had tickets to the Studio Ghibli museum so naturally, I was freaking out because the website expresses that they are strict on being on time for your slot. I nearly had a breakdown because... dunno if ya’ll remember but I had a right time trying to get a hold of these tickets. They sell out so quickly it is unreal. Anyway, our slot was 4pm and they only allow you to be 30 mins late. 

We arrived at 4:50pm and I was close to tears as I ran into the park it’s situated in. I was so annoyed and so scared they weren’t going to let us in. But...

They did!! The guy was so sweet; I think he could see by my face how much I wanted to go inside. He was like all smiley and was like it’s okay, go on in. I was like THANK YOU JESUS. Here are some photos:

They don’t allow photography inside to preserve the magic of visiting. And honestly, it was so nice inside. It felt just like a Ghibli movie and seeing the animation process and the short film and the original drawings... it was all so amazing. Being a Ghibli fan makes this 1000% better but it’s still great for people who aren’t as into it. My friend isn’t really into Ghibli movies but she thought it was still pretty cool whereas there was me in like awe over all of it.

Anyway, we stayed there about an hour and as you can imagine, we were frazzled af. We were tired from the flight but I wanted us to force ourselves to stay up so jet lag wasn’t as much a problem. 

After, we made our way back to Shinjuku where I took some pics from my hotel room:

Then we grabbed some McDonalds which was literally just across from us; something quick so we didn’t starve. I facetimed my family, showered and fell asleep.

Tuesday 15th May

So, the first full day we were there, it was a more chilled, sightseeing day. Nothing too taxing and we felt a lot more refreshed after a proper sleep.

First, we went and checked out the Tokyo Imperial Palace which was really pretty but we couldn’t go inside. It was mega hot the entire time we were in Japan; I thought I’d die. I hate the heat.

And because I was out in the heat all day and didn’t think to put suncream on... yeah, you can see where this is going... 

More on that later, because then we carried on to the Yasukuni shrine which is just down the street from the East Gardens of the palace. 

The shrine was cool and everything was so pretty; very tranquil and peaceful.

In the afternoon, we headed over to the Sunshine City mall in Ikebukuro where I forced my friend into the Pokemon Centre Store which was LIT.

I was fucking excited, ya’ll. I got some really cute stuff too. Got myself some Mimikyu chopsticks, an Eevee tail key holder, a Pikachu glasses case, a Pikachu makeup bag and a little Mimikyu figure bc Mimikyu is a fave and I have no cool stuff with it on. 

I also got my brother most of his souvenirs in here because we have loved Pokemon since the dawn of time. I mean, we’ve fallen out of it in recent years because all the new gen pokemon etc... we’re more for the original pokemon and original series and games. Seriously, when kids come up to me like, do you even know Pokemon I’m like bitch step back you don’t even KNOW. It’s like I got a Pokemon CD for my brother and it had a japanese version of one of the songs from the first movie and we were like screaming. That film man, don’t even look at me.

Ahem... the Pokemon store was so wicked but mega expensive like shit son. Glad I took so much money with me because I NEEDED IT.

After the Pokemon store, we went down a level to the Studio Ghibli store where I didn’t get as much stuff as I thought I was gonna. 

But, I got a Spirited Away fan with No Face on it, a Totoro and No face figure as well as a Totoro bib and hat for my niece. 

Then we went and had fooood where I noticed... I was extremely sunburnt... Like in the below pic, you can’t see it that much because it hadn’t really come out full pelt yet.

Pls ignore my hamster face but see my chest? Burny burny burnt burnt. I got back to the hotel later that night and I had the shakes where it was hot and all the heat was there rather than all over. It was horrible.

I’m lucky I decided to wear full on makeup that day otherwise my face would have gotten buuurnt. Well done, Estee Lauder foundation, well done.

But yeah, it wasn’t the best end to the day because then I was all uncomfortable and my skin was sensitive and I was mad at myself for not putting on cream so then I got all upset and cried but I think I was still tired from the journey too and I was overwhelmed but yeah; kinda sucked.

Other than the sunburn, I also didn’t pack shorts for under my dress so my thighs rubbed and were in agony as well as my vans gave me like 4 blisters on each foot so I couldn’t walk or at least was in extreme pain when I tried so getting back to the hotel was a damn hoot.

Besides all that, it was a pretty good day!

Wednesday 16th

This was the day we trekked all the way down to Hiroshima which is like a 5 hour journey by train. We had to take two trains but it was actually not too bad. It certainly didn’t feel like it took that long to get down to Hiroshima. 

One thing I will say about longer train journeys; remember to reserve a seat. Some like the one from Narita Airport are reserve only so you have to reserve a seat for it. But, others don’t need it and have “non reserved” cars but mark my words, if you’re travelling on these trains at a busy time, it really pays off to reserve a seat. We didn’t for Hiroshima and whilst we found seats for the 3 hour part of the journey; on the second train, we had to stand for like 45 minutes because there were no seats and then even when we did get to sit down, it was separated so yeah; book your train seats, people.

Once we arrived in Hiroshima, we hopped on a ferry which took us to Miyajima island. It’s about a 10 minute journey and once again, it’s covered by the JR pass. I loved that thing to death not even kidding.

Here’s some pictures I took on the ride over:

This island is home to the big red Torii gate that people may know of. I picked up some cute souvenirs and ate katsu. And there were even deer roaming around the place! A couple got married too whilst we were visiting and it was so nice. Again, it was mega hot so I was dying from that aspect but otherwise, I could live on this little island.

Unfortunately, we spent so much time at the island; we didn’t get round to doing the two other things we had planned which were seeing Hiroshima Castle and the Atomic dome memorial. I was kinda bummed by not seeing those but the last train was at 5pm and we weren’t staying the night so we had to get said train. It was okay though; it’s something to add to the list of things to see when I eventually revisit.

We got back at about 10pm and then it was lights out because we were exhausted.

Thursday 17th May

This was another sightseeing day that was fairly local considering we were pretty tired from Hiroshima still. 

We traveled over to Asakusa which has the lovely Senso-ji temple and shrine. It was really cute, the walk up to the temple is lined with all these little shops and souvenir like places which have charms and fans etc. Really nice.

Inside, they do this thing where you pay 100 yen and you shake a metal box that contains lots of sticks with numbers on. When you bring out a stick, you find the number it matches and you bring out the fortune. You get a good fortune, regular fortune or bad fortune. I got myself a regular ol’ fortune XD. 

But, they also have this rack so that if you get a bad fortune, you tie it to the rack to rid yourself of the bad fortune whereas a good or regular one; you would carry it with you.

Other than that, we hung out and then went back to our hotel for a while before heading out again to check out the nightlife of the area. Everything was mega lit up and was so nice. We went and grabbed dinner and also went and got crepes. They were a m a z i n g. Like they were so good ugh. 

After that, went back, showered and slept. Pretty uneventful day; just being touristy. 

Friday 18th May

Again, more sightseeing on this day. We went and saw the Tokyo Metropolitan Building and looked out over Tokyo.

Then, we went to the Meiji Shrine.

Aaand lastly, we went to Shibuya for the evening.

Yes, those are people dressed as characters from Mario Kart driving in the streets of Tokyo. This place was crazy. XD

After seeing the crossing scramble that is so infamous, we trekked back to the hotel and fell asleep.

Saturday 19th May

This day we literally went on trains all day to collect stamps. In Japan, they do these things called Eki stamps which are stamps you can find at stations, museums, shrines, tourist spots etc.

I haven’t got any pictures of mine but i got like 50 of them whilst I was in Japan. Going on one train line at all the stops got me like 30. 

We had nothing else planned on this day so my friend suggested the collecting stamps XD.

Sunday 20th May

This was one of my two absolute favourite days whilst I was there. It was the day I went and saw Mt Fuji and went into Aokigahara forest. 

It was approx 2 hours from Tokyo but we’d booked a tour instead of trying to do it ourselves. It worked out a lot easier. When we reached the highest point you can go to on Mt Fuji, by vehicle anyway, we had 30 mins to sightsee. We took pictures and went into the souvenir shop etc. 

My god, it was so frickin’ cold up there. Obviously. We were high off the ground like shit, it was freezing. But, pretty pictures.

We then went caving in an ice cave that is iced over all year round and is not usually open to the public. 

After that, we were taken back to Shinjuku where we grabbed food and went back to sleeeep.

Monday 21st May

We went to Kyoto on this day. We managed to see all we wanted to as well but then again, Kyoto was only a 2 and a bit hour train ride away.

When we got there, we saw the Fushimi Inari Taisha.

They were pretty but boy, was there a lot of people. I had to wait for so long to get pictures with none of very few people in it.

Then, we headed over to Kinkaku-ji which is this golden temple.

Again, very pretty.

Lastly, we checked out the Arashiyama Bamboo grove which was pretty also.

After that, we headed home to our hotel. We had an exciting day the next day.

Tuesday 22nd May

TOKYO DISNEYLAND, BITCHES.

I was excited and I can see why people hype Disneyland up. No matter which one you visit, there is this big sense of nostalgia and magic. It was unforgettable and wasn’t half as busy as some theme parks get here. But, I suppose we did go on a Tuesday.

Would hate to see it on a weekend.

The mike melonbread was delicious <3

Disneyland catered to the childish side of me and I loved every single bit of it. <3

Wednesday 23rd May

On this day, we visited Osaka which is about the same sorta time out from Tokyo as Kyoto is. Again, not too much going on. We checked out Osaka Castle.

And then, we checked out Dotonbori which was also very cool.

After that, we headed back to Tokyo. There wasn’t too much we were desperate to see in Osaka and it was raining which wasn’t the nicest.

Thursday 24th May

Last full day meant Harajuku and Shibuya for shopping day. I haven’t got any pictures but omg we went and did those purikura photo things? They are hilarious. It was funny doing them but even looking at them; they funny XD

I bought a bunch of stuff for myself as well as my family as souvenirs. It was funnn. 

Friday 25th May

The day I flew home to London :(. I was sad to leave Japan but I was really happy to be coming home. No matter how much you may call your country a shit place, there’s no place like home. 

Omg, I went over my bag weight limit with all the stuff I bought. I’m allowed 23kg and my suitcase was 27kg -.-

I paid £65 for that extra weight because I was not about to be that person who opens their suitcase in the middle of check in trying to decrease the weight XD

Pretty straight forward afterwards. I flew home and when I got to my house, my family let me have reign on dinner so we got KFC.

So, that is what I got up to in Japan. I loved every minute I was there. It is so very different than London and it has much more beauty than any city I’ve been to has.

I can’t wait to go back someday and I encourage anyone and everyone to go there. It is something else! <3

Thanks for reading if you made it to the end! I appreciate it ^.^

[steamishot]

Changes

~4/21? I think my mindset shifted a lot this past week, especially after staying with Matt and his family for a few days. Admittedly, I used to be very fearful of going outside to public spaces and be extra cautious every time I did take out. For example, my family and I have “outside clothes” and “inside clothes”. I would immediately toss my “outside” clothes into my laundry basket when I arrived home from the market or picking up food, even if I was out for just 5 minutes. My parents were against me doing any uber eats or takeout. They believed home cooked food was the best during this time and refused to eat non-homemade food. My mom left the house less than 2 times this past month. My dad is less fearful - he’s gone out multiple times a week (to buy food and for work) and doesn’t really care, but my mom and I always gave him shit for doing so. I felt like a huge hypocrite going out to see Matt, and was afraid of how my family would react. 

I’m really awkward whenever talking about love or romantic partners with my family - especially after what happened with my last parter. I’m avoidant. So I ended up only telling my mom I was going to leave to see Matt 30 minutes before I actually did pack up to go, which was very bad on my part. She was heartbroken and was super fearful and asked “can you not?”. She later called me during the car ride and told me not to come home for a month. Hearing that made Matt feel guilty, and he called my mom’s idea stupid. We got into a huge argument, with me trying to defend my family. I found out later there was some underlying resentment, where he felt like my family treats him like second-rate, which is probably my fault because I choose not to talk about partners to my family. 

4/25- it’s now been over a week that Matt has been home and I’ve seen his family every single day even on the days that we were staying at the Airbnb. Things have been kinda tense between us (I think he’s being mean to me, he thinks I’m mean to him). I realize that this is due to several issues:

- Quarantine/pandemic stresses: he’s a frontline worker in the epicenter of covid and working at one of the hardest hit hospitals. Even though he doesn’t verbally acknowledge his feelings and pretends he’s ok, he’s definitely more stressed out than usual. During this time, he’s even more sensitive to any criticism I have. He used to take it all (mostly), but he’s been retaliating more often recently. On his end, he feels that his whole life is a sacrifice, and he’s working extremely hard especially during this scary time - why do I have to criticize him during his vacation? I should just let him enjoy himself. 

-Attention: We’re staying with his family during this time, so it’s his time to catch up with everyone. He’s also catching up with his friends online. Because these are the people he rarely talks to (he calls me everyday vs. calling family for like 5 min once a week, and never calling/texting his friends), I have become last on the priority list in attention during his vacation. I keep telling myself it’s fine. However, because I’m also the person he is closest to, I feel like it’s me who puts up with his shit the most. Then I question, why do I have to be so nice to someone who is not very fit as a good partner (due to residency, especially during a time like covid), and on top of that has to be rude to me? I started feeling salty about that. 

- Lack of comfort: not to be ungrateful, but I realize that staying at someone else’s home for an extended period of time is stressful, even more so under quarantine. I’m not carefree at his home, and I feel like I have to be on my best behavior/ “professional” around his parents. I lose structure in my daily life and I always have to depend on someone else. I have a few articles of clothing I’m wearing over and over lol. His dad generously gave us his room (because it’s attached to a restroom). However, we’re sleeping on an old spring mattress that creeks with every movement. We’ve had to have quiet, inhibited sex lol. 

Anyway, I’m PMSing - 6 days before my period. I hate that I tend to PMS during the times that we have to spend together. I know my concerns are legit, but PMS can make it seem worse/more dramatic than what it is. I was watching Insecure season 4 yesterday, and there was a scene that stuck out to me. Issa’s best friend Molly (who has been single for quite some time) started dating a guy that she really likes. A few weeks later, she got upset that he wasn’t opening up to her. Issa asked something along the lines of “do you actually wanna be happy? you keep looking for problems.” Hearing that kinda put things into perspective for me, as I tend to focus on the negatives than see things as a whole.

Let’s focus on positive things:

- Having a partner in healthcare feels like having the fastpass in an amusement park. Going to costco and beating the line. Free stuff/food everyday. His mom is a PT at USC and she’s received free food, free orchids, free tangerines, etc. I stopped feeling guilty about being out for non-essential things (like going out for take out multiple times a day), because my doctor partner deserves it. When I return to my life at home, I’m not going to do this anymore. Also, he had a healthcare worker discount at the north face, and bought a jacket for me, his mom, and himself.

- Running. The men in his family are all into running. His dad is almost mid-60s and runs 5 miles multiple times a week. His teenage brother runs 7-9 miles like everyday. Matt used to run a lot too, and was the top runner in high school. That’s why even though he’s fat now, it’s only his upper body that is actually fat. His lower body still has that runner’s physique. I went out to the trail with them 3 times already. It’s hard because I have allergies in this weather, and also it’s damn hot. But I was able to run 3.5 miles last time. I’ll try for 4 today. 

- Everyday, his parents always ask him what I want to eat. They’re so accommodating, especially his dad. Tea is sacred to his dad, and he never really shared before. No one else in his family was interested in tea either. But because I showed interest and love tea, he’s been asking me multiple times a day - do you want tea? Do you want wine? LOL. He buys breakfast everyday - dimsum, burger king, mcdonalds, chinese breakfast, etc. They always make sure I am fed.

4/30 - after I wrote my last blurb, everything started going uphill. We both became more understanding of each other, and more forgiving. He became more relaxed, I became more relaxed. We were able to have fun again. to highlight the fun times that i had with him and his family:

- the first or second day i was over at his parents house, his dad offered me some tea, but i declined because it was already late and i was afraid i wouldn’t be able to sleep. i asked if we could take some tea leaves to go since were staying at an airbnb at the time. matt says he’s protective of his tea. i think he was a little shocked when i first asked him, because no one in his family is interested in tea, but he gave me like 2 bags initially. his mom was like GIVE HER MORE, GIVE HER 10. SHE IS LIKE FAMILY. i felt a little awkward but i love me some tea. 

- did so. much. takeout in 13 days. the first couple days I was still kinda paranoid about going out, but by the last day it felt like NBD to me. Got to eat poke, sugarfish sushi, nabemono hot pot, pho x3, banh mi, boba everyday, ramen x2 (men oh, ramenhood), burgers x3 (in n out, bunz, the win-dow), sugar cane x2, taro cake, yin ji chang fen, thai, philz, dim sum etc. it was reminiscent of our lifestyle whenever we went on vacation. we were still fatasses during quarantine. 

- played board games with his brother and mom. played poker with the family and his dad. his younger brother and i lost early on cause we suck, but he and his dad continued playing for another hour and a half or so - matt ended up winning. but it was very nice to see them spend time together as spending time playing games like that was never a thing in their family

- i helped his family take some cute family photos (with and without masks on). his mom likes taking family photos and usually gets to do so on family trips, but said they didn’t get any this year because of the quarantine. the boys aren’t big fans of photos either so she took advantage of me being there. i was also part of a few family photos!

- made charcuterie boards for his family. they really enjoyed it. 

- i spent some quality time with his 88 year old grandma. she mostly does her own thing (which is being babysat by an ipad), but one day i made her draw with me by following youtube tutorials - we drew a flower, mickey mouse, a cat, and a monkey together. she asked me to save a video so she can continue doing it and get better. another day, i wanted to have her write/read in english and chinese. his mom found an elementary chinese workbook and she ended up teaching me. the material was very easy and she was like “uh you’re already very good” lol. i then switched the roles and asked her to write in english - she was surprisingly very good and could write quite quickly. as an assignment, i asked her to write a letter to matt. it was precious. it took me back to the days where i would teach english to chinese seniors. i took a pic of them using my instax camera, and she really loved it. 

- watched farewell with his grandma, brother, and mom. we already watched it once before so he was sitting in the back only paying half attention. his brother was immediately into it and got emotional at times. at one point, he had to stand up and go towards the back of the room because the emotions were too much to handle. matt said his brother was tearing up. his mom said that watching their family was very relatable and it reminded her of her own family. i tried watching this film with my mom and grandma, but they didn’t get it and found it boring. it was nice to watch a chinese-american film with a chinese family to get that commentary.

- ran/walked/jogged at the trail a total of 20 miles during my stay there

- did home work outs - yoga, blogilates and peloton HIIT with him, his family and friends. we did echo park steve’s yoga one day too. his mom enjoyed peloton yoga and blogilates and asked me to save the videos for her. 

- in the first few days, his mom kept repeating “life is beautiful”. the first day, we cheered to him still being alive lol. (not funny and his mom was sleepless a few nights due to worrying, but i think it’s gonna be ok)

- news so I can remember: 3 programs in cali reached out to matt during his vacation, asking if he’s still interested in interviewing for a PGY-2 program. loma linda was one of them and would have been an amazing program to be a part of. it was a very hard decision, but he declined. he had already signed a contract with brooklyn, and this would require him to speak to his program director about his interest in switching programs. not a good look if you don’t actually get into the program. 

- his parents (moreso mom) is an avid, adventurous traveler. they had plans to go to africa this year and talked about rescheduling. she included matt and i in the plans to go next year and said “the four of us”. matt brought up norway instead, since that’s more doable. so we settled on going to norway as a family. 

- went with matt’s dad to drop him off at LAX yesterday morning at like 6:30am. he then dropped me at home, and officially met my mom for the first time. they shook hands and he told my mom “connie is so nice”. LOL. 

After coming home yesterday, my mom bombarded me with questions about matt and his family. and then asked about our future and whether we are thinking of marriage. she is against me moving to nyc during this pandemic, and i hate how uncertain everything is right now. she also thinks that i should be engaged before i uproot my life to move over to be with him. i agree to an extent, but i also understand if he is not ready. it is crazy that we have now been long distance longer than being together in person, and with this pandemic, i’m not sure how long that’s gonna continue. i found out that my mom feels ashamed of me going to stay at a boy’s house for that long. a boy i am not engaged/married to. she doesn’t say it but the actions make me seem slutty to traditional people. she hid the information from my brother and SIL - i think because she would be ashamed if the info leaked out to her parents. that is why she keeps pushing the idea of marriage/engagement on me. 

I took yesterday to kinda get used to being back at home, and felt quite sad to detach from my “second family”. In a way, even though it wasn’t always comfortable or easy, I at least felt I wasn’t stagnant. It was like a “bootcamp” to fit in with someone else’s family, their routines, and their daily lives. I’m also happy that I was pushed to run. They eat pretty heavy food, and they all overeat, but they also exercise a lot. My family portions well and eats very clean, but has milder workouts. Sometimes they intentionally skip meals to lose/maintain weight, whereas my family would throw a fit if we didn’t have food at a certain time. Their family is larger (130-190lbs), whereas my family is like (110-150 lbs)? After coming back home and eating my mom’s very clean food, I felt it wasn’t as tasty and I started craving heavier food lol. I think it would be beneficial for me to eat/live like their family for a few months (to gain weight and be stronger), and for matt to eat like my family to lose weight. 

When we were eating takeout ramen one day, his mom mentioned that he never used to eat carbs. When he was at home and had a workout routine, it was just protein and veggies. I realize that without me, he probably wouldn’t be such a fatass lol. He said he would probably be too lazy to go out to eat, especially if he didn’t have a partner. I remembered that before meeting me, his diet would be soylent and protein bars. We’ve come a long way.

Anyway, I’m finally getting back into my routine at home. It’s kinda boring now, but I’ll adjust. I did only the minimum for work these past two weeks, and now UC Path is down for a week, meaning I can’t really do much work. I’m taking a half day tomorrow, using COVID admin pay. My tomato plants grew a lot. My ginger may have sprouted a little, but my strawberries seem like they’re a fail. Finally applied for PUA for my uncle, hope he will be receiving a paycheck soon. Supposed to get my period really soon so I’ve been feeling pretty lazy. I may start running outside on my own. 

I’m worrying less about covid now. I used to freak myself out by reading the news everyday and following the subreddit, but looking at statistics, I feel ok. 

[yvonnezoe]

Hello Thursday! This was the day we were a full day on the sea, cruising back to Singapore along Malacca Straits. The clock has been adjusted 1 hour forward too.

8:00 am Breakfast at Sapphire Dining Hall

We decided to try the breakfast at the Sapphire Dining Hall today as we got a bit sick of the food at Windjammer. It started later at 8am and there were two types – Ala Carte (Deck 4) and Buffet style (Deck 3). We chose the buffet option but we had to queue and got ushered to our seats where we shared with many other people on a long table. The food option is more Asian fusion, like those you can find in a Singapore hotel breakfast.

Here’s a recap of our sea-sick Day 3 and not-up-to-expectation Phuket experience: Royal Caribbean Voyager of the Seas Full Review with Tips! Part 4/5: Day 3

9:00 am Sunbathing in Jacuzzi

After breakfast, we went back to our room to change to swimsuit and headed to the Jacuzzi at Deck 11. We chose a big one outdoor as it is warmer but not as hot as the pools. There were some people in the jacuzzi when we arrived so we had to share with them. Do remember to put on sunblock before going into the water. Don’t stay in the water for too long! 

After about 30 mins, we get out from the jacuzzi to go for a quick shower in the bathroom. We had a culture shock literally when we opened the door. Now I understand why there were double doors. We found some Korean or Japan ajummas naked and chatting happily with each other while waiting for others to vacant the shower cubicle. :O Woah. *cover eyes* I guess that’s pretty normal for them to go to the hot spring or onsen. We quickly get changed and left the bathroom.

11:00 am Boogie Boarding

We went to the FlowRider again as I wanted to give it a try. No, not posting my unglam videos here. Hahaha. But do watch out because I got my finger injured as it got bruised by the drainage when I lost control. You will need to register at the side counter and sign an indemnity form to get a hand badge before you can be allowed to enter the FlowRider. You can reenter multiple times as long as you don’t tear it off.

Afterwards, we just strolled around and played some golf. There was a rock-climbing wall too! Do check the Cruise Compass for the Open Climbing timing. It is only available at specific timing when a safety instructor is available. 

12 noon Lunch at Windjammer with a huge cake

We had lunch at Windjammer Cafe again. It’s special today as there was a huge Thank You cake on display and it was being cut and distributed to everyone. We got a slice to share. We probably got bored with the food and we ate very lightly. There’s food at any time at the Cafe Promenade if you get hungry. 

After lunch, we had some soft serve, watched the waves, and enjoyed the sea breeze.

1:30 pm Ice Odyssey and Movie

My mom enjoyed the Ice Odyssey performance on Day 1 so we thought we would catch it again. But upon reaching, all the seats have been filled and we could only stand at far behind to catch a glimpse. But it was still worth it!

We proceeded to La Scala Theatre at 2pm to catch a 3D movie, Baby Boss. Thought my mom would enjoy it but she fell asleep! Haha!

        3:45 pm Tea Time, Performance and Passport Collection

The movie lasted for 1 hour 45 minutes. By the time we reached Windjammer Cafe, they were almost clearing the food. We only had a bowl of mushroom soup.

I realized that by this day, I have taken photos of most of the spots so I didn’t take many photos today. Probably we wanted to enjoy the experience and companionship more too.

This was the day the Casino got more popular too because people got bored of other activities but never with spending money with a little hope to earning more. Because it was a full day in the open water, the casino operated the whole day.

You may also go to the service counter at Deck 5 to look at Royal Caribbean other cruise lines too.

In the Cruise Compass, there was a leaflet about the passport distribution information. The collection timing was between 3:30pm to 5pm. Depending on our room Deck, the distribution area was different. Remember to bring your SeaPass card to collect your passport. You may collect the passports for all the family members provided that you have all the SeaPass cards.

5:15 pm International Flow Show

We went up to Deck 13 FlowRider area to catch the Flow Show. It was a nice performance by the crews, with lots of splashing, laughter and clappings. Bring along a towel or don’t stand too close at the side if you do not wish to get wet. Put your phone in the waterproof phone bag if you would like to take some videos. 

          5:50 pm Photo time with Gloria

As it was the last day on the ship, we wanted to make sure we treasure any good chance to take more photos. There was a Dreamworks Appearance with Gloria from Madagascar at Royal Promenade, Deck 5. Kids were so excited and parents accompanied them to queue up for photos, so did we. The crews were very nice to help us take some shots on my phone as well. There was an option to purchase the photos taken by the professional photographer as well.

If you are keen on shopping, there will be a lot of branded item “clearance sales” ongoing throughout the day.

6:15 pm Dinner at Sapphire Dining Hall, Pack your bags

We had a wonderful dinner again served by the friendly waiter and waitress. We even took a photo with them at the end. 🙂 There was a special performance by all of them after the main courses were served.

Later in the day, luggage tags were distributed to our stateroom. We had to pack our bags and place them outside of our stateroom by 10:00pm so that the crew can help us to transport them to the port when we arrived. Do prepare a piece of hand luggage to keep items that you need for the night and the next morning. Make sure your passport is with you.

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8:30 pm Showtime “Singers Showcase”

Tonight show started earlier, at either 6:30pm or 8:30pm, starring the Royal Caribbean singers Aurianna and Shaun. It started off with the cruise director, Jamie Fentiman, and his jokes. When he noticed me (and probably some others) taking photos of him, he paused and posed for us to take some good shots of him. He then also sang a song before passing the stage to Aurianna and Shaun.

Breathtaking voices and the one hour passes very quickly. To make the best of your time, refrain from taking too many photos/videos. Just enjoy the performance! 🙂

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9:30 pm Photo time with Alex the Lion

Alex the Lion from Madagascar made an appearance at Studio B lobby, Deck 3 after the show. We were at the last of the queue for photos.

Then we walked around to enjoy some paintings on the wall.

10:00 pm 70’s Disco Inferno Street Party with the cruise director, Jamie

We went to Cafe Promenade for supper and also attended the disco party. As you can see from the video, everyone enjoyed themselves very much. 😀

    There was some lucky draw and Lotto draws afterwards until midnight which we didn’t bother to participate.

That’s all for the night!

Day 5: Back to Singapore!

We woke up to enjoy the beautiful sunrise in the sea. The ship had almost arrived in Singapore.

Breakfast started earlier at 6am for Windjammer and Sapphire Dining Room Deck 3. I can’t remember well whether it was this morning or the afternoon before that a waitress asked us for feedback. I told her about the cleanliness issue but to my surprise, she said this is nothing and very normal. She shrugged off my feedback and walked away. I was astonished by her response. Nevertheless, there was another survey sent to our emails afterwards and I have feedback the same. I hope the cleanliness of the utensils has been improved since then because I would love to go back again.

The casino had been closed in the morning as we have arrived in Singapore.

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This is the pull-down bed which I had slept on for the past few nights. Quite comfy!

Then it’s time to depart from the ship. There was an instruction sheet for departure. The debark time and waiting lounges were according to the luggage tag number and it would be called.

Once our number was called, we proceeded to the gangway located at Deck 4, the same as when we board the ship. We had to show our SeaPass cards and got them punched so that they couldn’t be reused.

Then upon arrival, we had to go through immigration check and security check as usual.

It’s time to bid goodbye to this beautiful cruise ship and the memories of these 5 days 4 nights will stay on. 🙂

This concluded my full review of this cruise trip. I hope you enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing. It took me almost 2 years to complete this! Sorry for the wait. Do share with me your experience in the comments below so that we can keep the review updated. If you are still thinking whether to go for a cruise experience or not, I hope this review gives you a better idea. There are more surprises await on board! Enjoy! 🙂

Royal Caribbean Voyager of the Seas Full Review with Tips! Part 5/5: Day 4 & 5 Hello Thursday! This was the day we were a full day on the sea, cruising back to Singapore along Malacca Straits.

[aroundtheworldin18years]

A FIREWORK SPECTACULAR

Venice is famed as one of the most beautiful cities in the world, and who are we to disagree. Built on an archipelago (a cluster) of small islands, which are all joined together by bridges; Venice is a real tourist hotspot.  The resplendent buildings in the old town, many of which are in desperate need of repair; still have a desirable beauty as well as offering a huge amount of character to this beautiful romantic city.  Sadly, romance wasn’t on the cards and our day trip to Venice was with a purpose.  That purpose, to experience one of the biggest firework displays in Europe, the Festa del Redentore (Feast of the Redeemer).

The beautiful Grand Canal

Knowing that the firework display didn’t begin or end until late, we chose to drive.  Venice isn’t your typical city to take a car.  The heart of Venice has no roads, just 170 canals with the main mode of transport being a Vaporetti (water bus).  On the outskirts of Venice we parked at the multi-storey Venezia Tronchetta car park which is open 24 hours.  The car park was a short 2 minute walk away from Tronchetto per Piazza San Marco, where we needed to board a vaporetti to get to Piazza San Marco.  Matilda and Lily-Belle became our tour guides and were in charge of the map.  On board the vaporetti, Matilda was concerned that the person who tied/untied the boat couldn’t tie a knot properly.

I think it’s that way. The map’s upside down ya eejit!

Get knotted

LET’S PRETEND TO BE SARDINES

It’s early afternoon and the weather was exceptionally hot.  Of course we had dressed accordingly in t-shirts, shorts, flip-flops and hats for the girls.  Little did we know that there was a huge storm on the horizon!  The water bus was packed and rather uncomfortable, but we now know what it must feel like to be a sardine.  Thankfully the journey along the Grand Canal only took around 20-30 minutes.  Cruising along the busy canal is a great way to see the iconic buildings that line both sides of the Grand Canal.  Sat on a boat in the middle of the Grand Canal would also be a great way to see the fireworks of the Festa del Redentore.  If you listen carefully you may even hear a Gondolier sing as he navigates the inner canals!

Elaborate and ornate decor on a building in Venice

Gondolas awaiting their passengers

View of the Santa Maria della Salute in Venice

PIGEON PARADISE

The vaporetti docked at San Marco and we had quite a few hours to wander before the Festa del Redentore begins.  Piazza San Marco or St. Marks Square as it’s known to many tourists; is just around the corner so this was our first port of call.  There are literally thousands of pigeons!  Immediately upon entering the square we were mobbed by men trying to place bird seed into our hands.  And just so you know. the ‘seed sellers’ are quick!  The ‘sellers’ target the children and once the little ones have seed in their hand, and pigeons flapping around them; they demand €5.00 from you.  If you don’t pay, they follow you and harass you.  Sorry, but I take no harassment from anyone and the ‘seed seller’ was told in no uncertain terms where to go.  Blink…the man had disappeared!

Some days you’re the statue, some days you’re the pigeon…get over it

WHEN IN ROME

You’ve all heard of the phrase ‘when in Rome’…right?  Well, when in Venice we always start with a Gelato from a small shop located in Piazza San Marco.  Eating ice-cream and listening to the bands play relaxes the mind and soul…that is until the children start squabbling over nothing!  Matilda was fascinated with a pigeon wing lay on the ground (no pigeon, just a wing).  She stood in silence looking at the wing and licking her ice-cream!  I wanted to ask her what she was thinking but was concerned at the answer she might give.  I decided to leave well alone!  Definitely a strange little monkey at times!  Time to explore the quaint back streets as we took in the splendour of Venice and waited for the Festa del Redentore to commence.  Lots of iconic buildings at Piazzo San Marco and all the girls wanted to do was stroke a dog!

Sing with me….Justa one cornetto

Diamonds are not a girl’s best friend…dogs are

ALWAYS CHECK THE WEATHER

Evening was drawing in, as were the clouds; as we took our seats to dine al fresco at Le Café in one of Venice’s many piazza’s.  The square was lively as tourists took in the sites and locals went about their daily business.  It didn’t take Lily-Belle and Matilda long to tuck in to the complimentary breadsticks.  As the food arrived, so did the odd spit of rain,, but not enough for us to retreat indoors!  Our regular readers will know that Mummy is the ‘organiser’ of our holidays and trips.  Casually, I asked Mummy if she had checked the weather forecast prior to leaving Marina Julia Camping Village.  I certainly didn’t recall seeing any umbrella’s, raincoats or wet-weather gear being packed.  No..she hadn’t!  Diners became more and more agitated as they looked towards the darkening sky…rain (lots of) was imminent!

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Buona salute da Venezia

Mussels and Malbec…yes please

Where do I begin?

Asta la pasta baby

STROLLING THE SIDE STREETS

After dinner we took a gentle stroll to walk off the fantastic feed.  Crowds were beginning to gather and we could see that many were walking in the general direction of where the fireworks would commence.  Did we follow?  No!  Mummy had other ideas and reckoned she had found a shortcut on the map.  Wrong!  Mummy led us along narrow streets, over bridges and down ominous dark alleys.  I’m fairly certain that we ended up in someones garden at one point!  Back to the map, follow the hoards and then it happened…pitter-patter rain drops!

Peaceful and colourful

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo

Window shopping in the back streets of Venice

FLAP-FLIP-FLOP

Pitter-patter rain drops quickly turned into a solid downpour, each droplet the size of a pear-drop.  Noah’s Ark would have been a very welcome sight at this point!  We were absolutely soaked to the skin in less than 60 seconds!  It’s actually quite funny, as the souvenir shops that were selling trinkets and novelties soon had umbrella’s, poncho’s and rain mac’s for sale…at hugely inflated prices!  Tighter than a duck’s bum, Mummy ushered us all by in search of a sheltered spot…a spot that didn’t come!  I began to wonder if the Festa del Redentore would be a complete washout?  Guess what?  No photos!  In all honesty we were more concerned in trying to find shelter than in taking pics.  Here’s a picture of the famous and splendid stone-arch Rialto Bridge which spans the narrowest point of the Grand Canal.  Taken earlier in the day before the rain came.

Italian Ponte di Rialto, stone-arch bridge crossing over the narrowest point of the Grand Canal in the heart of Venice

In the midst of the wet chaos one of Mummy’s flip-flops snapped!  There was no time for shoe shopping so she had to make do with a less-than-adequate flapping flip-flop!  I’m glad it was raining because it hid the tears of laughter that rolled down my cheeks…too funny!  Lily-Belle said Mummy was walking like a penguin with a broken leg.  Sort of like locking the stable door after the horse had bolted, I took charge and we splashed our way back to the shop.  Pink poncho’s purchased for the girls and a rather large umbrella for Daddy.  Anyone else think these poncho’s look like big pink condoms?  Just me then!

Which one of you is the head poncho? Flap-flip-flop is!

Lollipos and a thumbs up, rain doesn’t stop play…ever!

FIREWORKS AND FRAYED TEMPERS

Mummy had done lots of research on finding the best vantage point to see the fireworks at Festa del Redentore.  What Mummy hadn’t taken into consideration was that every other tourist in Venice wanted that same vantage point.  Planning went out of the window as we were dragged along by the crowd.  The majority of streets had been closed by the Polizia due to the sheer volume of pedestrians wanting to see the firework’s.  One final bridge to get us to our vantage point and lo-and-behold it was closed and guarded by a number of Polizia.  Mummy chatted with one of the Ufficiale’s to see if he would allow us through, he wouldn’t!  The chap also advised that the fireworks might not be going ahead due to the torrential rain!  The girls were cold, Daddy was soaked and Mummy was still in tourist mode…tempers were definitely getting frayed!

Watching the fireworks in Venice

FINALLY, FIREWORKS IN THE NIGHT SKY

Although we didn’t get to the vantage point that we had hoped for, we did managed to find a decent place to view the Festa del Redentore fireworks.  Strategically chosen right next to the Vaporetti dock which we needed to use to get back to the car park.  Thankfully the rain stopped and the night sky was now illuminated with fireworks.  Boats bobbed up and down on the water as tourists tried to get the best viewing point.  Flashes of reds, explosions of greens and blues, and each sparkle accompanied by ‘ooh’s and aah’s‘ from the crowd.  Spectacular and the 45 minute display was well worth the soaking; even if it meant we’d all have pneumonia in the morning!  Just to add, the journey from Marina Julia Camping Village to Venice took around 90 mins, but the return journey took over 5 hours due to roadworks and detours…nightmare!  Enjoy.

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WOULD WE GO BACK

Yes.  Although we have been to Venice twice we have only scratched the surface of what it has to offer.  We still haven’t managed to take a Gondola ride but it isn’t for want of trying.  Yet again the weather was against us.  The next time we visit will be for a 48 hour city break to take in the sights and a gondola tour of the inner canals.

LILY-BELLE SAYS (9) I really enjoyed Venice and watching the fireworks.  Having the pigeons eat from my hand was fun, until Daddy put seed in my hair…idiot!  Me and Daddy couldn’t stop laughing when Mummy’s flip-flop snapped, it was so funny watching Mummy run like a penguin with a broken leg.  The rain was horrible and Daddy made us wear a big pink bin bag, everyone kept staring and taking photos! Daddy:  the ‘big pink bin bag’ actually resembled an oversized condom more than a bin bag, but shhhhh, Lily-Belle doesn’t need to know anything about condoms…E V E R!  And Lily-Belle, if you’re reading this and wondering…go and ask your Mother!

MATILDA SAYS (3) I didn’t like the pigeons because they kept pooing on the floor, it was really yucky.  The fireworks took forever and ever and I was bored.

Travel Itinerary

Festa del Redentore:  free public event Date of visit:  15th July 2018 Car park:  €21 (from 3-24 hours) Vaporetti:  children age 5 and under are free, children over 6 pay full adult price which is €15 (return)

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