#'i can start this post at 11:30 pm and finish before midnight'

[marinsawakening]

The part where Marin tries to wake the Wind Fish is probably my favourite part in the entirety of Link's Awakening for how effectively it plays into the overarching themes and message of the story, utilizing Marin's character.

Marin tries to wake the Wind Fish because she believes this might make her wish come true. This is not interpretation, this is text. Earlier in the game, Marin states directly: "They say the 'Balled of the Wind Fish' is a song of awakening. I wonder, if the Wind Fish wakes up, will he make my wish come true?"* We also know what she wished for because of this piece of dialogue during the beach scene: "If I was a sea gull, I would fly as far as I could! I would fly to far away places and sing for many people! ...If I wish to the Wind Fish, I wonder if my dream will come true..." Although Marin refuses to tell us what her wish to the Wind Fish was, this piece of dialogue also makes that abundantly clear. Marin believes that waking the Wind Fish will allow her to fly to many places and sing to many people, like a seagull.

And she is not wrong! If you get the secret ending (obtained by not dying during the game), you see a vision of Marin change into a seagull after the Wind Fish wakes. Marin's attempt at waking the Wind Fish and her repeated assertions that waking the Wind Fish might grant her wish is, in part, clever foreshadowing for this secret ending. This is clearly part of its function.

But another, arguably more important aspect of Marin's attempt to wake the Wind Fish is that it serves as a kind of dramatic irony for the player, regardless of whether they know about the secret ending or have even finished the game: at the point of the game where Marin tries to wake the Wind Fish, you, the player, have already had Koholint's Big Secret revealed to you. Marin, on the other hand, is entirely ignorant. We know that waking the Wind Fish would make Koholint vanish, but Marin doesn't.

An isolated, surface-level reading of the situation is as follows: Marin, in her naiveté, is attempting to accomplish something that would doom her. This reading is, to a certain degree, understandable: Koholint's transient nature, and its inevitable end, is certainly sad. We can wonder whether Marin, knowing the full extent of the consequences, would have still wanted to wake the Wind Fish. That was her home, after all, and while she would like to explore the great wide somewhere, she might have been less eager to if she understood that this is only possible if her home did not exist anymore.

But ultimately, this reading is shallow and does not engage with the explicit themes present all throughout Link's Awakening. While Koholint's inevitable end is sad, yes, it is also ultimately not a tragedy. The Nightmares in the world have the aim of controlling the dream and, to accomplish it, are prolonging it unnaturally. The only people who ever protest your quest to wake the Wind Fish are those same monsters, the obvious bad guys of the story. In the end, after the Wind Fish has woken up and Koholint has vanished, we leave on a shot of Link watching the Wind Fish fly off, smiling. It is the nature of dreams to end: all throughout the game, this is made abundantly clear, spelled out in the Wind Fish's final speech, and crucially: this is not a bad thing. The bad thing is forcibly prolonging a dream, clinging to it and refusing to move past it, as the Nightmares were doing.

Engaging with the game's themes, the cynical reading holds no water. Koholint's end is no doom; its doom would be existence in perpetuity, especially if ruled by the Nightmares, as would be inevitable (they are the ones keeping the Wind Fish asleep, after all). By attempting to wake the Wind Fish, Marin is not dooming herself. In addition to all of the above, again: there is an ending where she does have her wish come true, if the Wind Fish wakes. She was correct.

So what, then, is the purpose behind this scene? If not the dramatic irony of unwittingly working towards your own doom, what does it want us to take from it?

Marin is an interesting character on Koholint. While its other residents routinely and consistently fail to comprehend even the general idea of a world beyond this island (as shown by dialogue such as "Dude! You're asking me when we started to live on this island? What do you mean by 'when?' Whoa! The concept just makes my head hurt!" by the children in Mabe Village), Marin asks questions. She's restless, as evidenced by her frequent visits to the beach, her need to know about the world beyond Koholint, and, of course, her attempt to wake the Wind Fish. Why is Marin capable of these questions, whereas most of the other residents are at best unconcerned with the outside world or, at worst, incapable of even thinking about it?

It is up to interpretation, but I posit: for the same reason the Owl is. More or less, anyway.

The Owl is perhaps the strangest part of the dream, not just more aware than the other residents, but more aware than you, as well. It acts as your guide, purposefully so; it references being 'instructed' to help you ("I was instructed to give you directions... Your next goal is north, in Goponga Swamp!!"). The reason for this becomes clear during the ending sequence, where the Owl reveals: "As part of the Wind Fish's spirit, I am the guardian of his dream world." The Owl has a much more direct connection to the Wind Fish than the other residents, which makes sense; as the dream world's guardian, it would have to be aware of its nature and its mechanics in a way none of the other residents would be.

'As part of the Wind Fish's spirit' is interesting; the most literal way to interpret this is the literal one, where the Owl is a part of the Wind Fish's spirit in a way most everyone else on the island isn't. This is supported by the mural you find in the ancient ruins that tells you Koholint's secret, which depicts the Owl immediately alongside the Wind Fish.

But it is important to note that all of Koholint is a part of the Wind Fish; its dream, if nothing else. While the Owl obviously has a different role and greater connection to the Wind Fish than the other residents, it is not unfair to assume Koholint's residents all reflect parts of the Wind Fish, as dreams often reflect parts of ourselves, as well.

The Wind Fish is being forced into a slumber for much longer than is natural by the Nightmares. Repeatedly, the Owl references the Wind Fish growing restless as you get closer and closer to waking it. Before entering the seventh dungeon, the Owl states, directly: "Go! The Wind Fish grows restless!" Upon exiting the seventh dungeon, you can find Marin on the bridge, after having attempted to wake the Wind Fish.

I say the reason Marin tried to wake the Wind Fish, as a matter of fact, the reason she wanted to leave Koholint at all, is a reflection of the Wind Fish's desires to do the same. Her role in the dream is to reflect the Wind Fish's restlessness; or perhaps, that's a fancy way of saying that this is one of her main thematic purposes in the game.

Marin is Koholint's personification. Not necessarily in-universe, but for the purposes of gameplay. It is harder for the average player to get attached to the whole of an island than it is to get attached to a singular girl, who is opinionated and likeable, with a strong personality and hopes and dreams. Without Marin, Koholint's inevitable fading would have much less emotional impact, as Marin shows us that Koholint's residents are people, and provides a microcosm of the island as a whole for us to get attached to. Marin is, effectively, Koholint's representative to the player.

As such, Marin mirrors Koholint in many ways: sweet but mischievous, a bit weird but lovingly so; her name is literally 'Marin', meaning 'marine' in at least French and probably Spanish (I don't speak Spanish and only a little bit of French) and it's one letter off in English as well. When Marin tells you not to forget her at the end of the game, this is connected to the Wind Fish's declaration at the very end, that Koholint will now only exist in memory. This demand to remember her not just meant to be taken literally; it's also meant to be taken as a declaration by the game to remember Koholint.

As such: Marin's restlessness are intended to be reflective of both Koholint and the Wind Fish. Her desire to leave the island and fly away is the Wind Fish's, and therefore, Koholint's, as Koholint is a part of the Wind Fish. The purpose of having Marin try to wake the Wind Fish is to signal to the player that the island wants to wake up; the island's representative made an attempt, and the Nightmares' monsters punished her for it. She needs you to help rescue her, like you need to rescue the island.

Having Marin attempt to wake the Wind Fish is one of the strongest moments of writing in Link's Awakening, showcasing the story's themes and overarching message in an interesting way that adds a lot of character to Marin as well and I'm very, very normal about it.

*All quoted dialogue in this post is taken from the Link's Awakening DX script on gamefaqs, which I would truly love to hyperlink in this sentence but Tumblr is refusing to let me, so it can be found here: https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/gbc/197769-the-legend-of-zelda-links-awakening-dx/faqs/38914.

[lustspren]

P.S.T EP. 3 | Cheshire ft Yeji

length: 10k words. ✦

Yeji & Male Reader.

genres: ass eating, anal, dirty talk, creampie, hard sex, blowjob, oral sex, body massage, foot/leg  worship,  oily sex, 

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When you finished with Lia, you both ended up so tired that your bodies completely lost track of time, you expected that one of the other members would wake you up, but apparently that either never happened, or you never noticed it in the middle of your lethargy, it wasn't until after about four hours when Lia gave you a light shake to get you up. You woke up after a few minutes of fighting against your own sleep, and when you saw the time, your eyes almost popped out of astonishment. It was already midnight.

You thought you were in trouble simply for staying late at the girls' house without notice or permission, but Lia took it upon herself to reassure you and make sure you weren't a bother to them. At that moment you both went to the bathroom again and took a completely normal shower, where the vibes were different from before, this time you laughed, chatted and even shared some romantic kisses.

After the shower, you two went back down to the living room, where you only found Yuna eating popcorn while she was watching a show on TV and Ryujin sitting at the dining table with an Alienware laptop playing Valorant. You didn't know how the hell, but Lia somehow knew that you were hungry, and offered to cook you some dinner before you went home, obviously you refused out of simple modesty, but it was enough for her to insist just a little so that you end up accepting.

You and the girls stayed up talking until around 1:30 in the morning, when you finally went home, saying goodbye to the girls in the living room and then to Yeji and Chaery, who were sitting next to each other by the pool while having a couple of beers, but just before leaving, Yeji stopped you.

"Hey pretty boy, I hope you're mentally prepared for tomorrow," she told you, hands resting on the floor and her body leaning back, letting you see her pretty midriff and her perky tits under her bikini.

"Do you want me to come tomorrow?" you asked, one step from the gate.

"Well of course!" she replied with a giggle and flushed cheeks, you wondered to yourself if she was drunk, "I don't want to have to wait another week to suck that juicy cock without restraint," Chaery next to her started laughing as well, which which served as proof to confirm that they were both drunk.

"Well, I can come at 12 noon, is that okay with you?" You raised an eyebrow, careful that Chaery didn't fall into the pool while she got up to look for more in a small cooler they had.

"That's mooore than perfect," she nodded several times, "I'll be waiting for you oppa!"

"Aha, but please be careful, you're drunk and very close to the pool," you entered the password to the gate, and it began to open.

"Hey, but I'm not drunk!" Chaery objected, returning with two cans of beer, clearly drunk.

"Whatever you say, good night, ladies," you winked at Yeji, and then left to get in your car and drive home.

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The next morning it was certainly difficult for you to get up at 10 in the morning and be able to get to the girls' house on time, so you had to have breakfast, bathe and dress fleetingly. At 11:45 you were driving to the townhouse, listening to A Thousand Bad Times and then Take What You Want by Post Malone, drinking an Iced Mocha you bought on the way.

You arrived much more punctual than you thought, 12:10 PM, and you were already parking the car outside the house. You went inside, and this time you didn't find anyone in the pool, so you went directly to go up to the living room, but when you were about to go up the stairs, someone pulled you back by your sweater, dragging yourself into a nearby room and quickly closing the door. You turned to see who it was, finding Ryujin in an oversized t-shirt that covered her knees, nothing new, since the naughty face was always the same.

"May I know what you're doing?" you asked Ryujin, looking at the room you were in. A kind of practice room, with a mirror wall and a sound system installed.

"Mmm, you have two options, daddy," she walked up to you, and put her hands behind her back as she looked into your eyes, "Yeji-unnie is waiting for you on the top floor, you can go with her, or…" Before speaking further, she slowly removed her shirt, revealing an incredibly sexy black one-piece lingerie, which as if that wasn't enough, was see through, "you can make her wait and fuck me in front of those mirrors."

You stayed without saying anything for a few seconds, seeing her nipples under her lingerie, her pretty pussy, it was fucking tempting, but this time you had to be rational.

"Your turn is next, don't be such a brat and wait until tomorrow," you said, making your stance clear.

"Come on daddy!" she begged, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing her body against yours, "don't you like my lingerie? I bought it exclusively for you and for you to take it off," she started to give you small kisses on the chin, but you slipped away from her carefully.

"Baby, I love the lingerie on you, but please wait for your turn, I don't want to keep Yeji waiting," you cupped her face in your hands, looking into her eyes.

"Agh," she rolled her eyes in annoyance, "okay, go," she backed off with a sigh, stepping to the side of the door and picking up her shirt.

"Thanks, I promise it will be worth the wait," you gave her a peck on the cheek, walking towards the door.

"But daddy, you better not make me wait too long," she interrupted you when you'd already opened the door, "or I'll have to seek pleasure with someone else…" she said, followed by a mischievous giggle. You narrowed your eyes at her, seriously considering pushing her against the wall, ripping that lingerie off, and fucking her mercilessly.

"You're a fucking slut, Shin Ryujin."

"I am, but I'm a fucking slut that you would fuck every day without getting tired," she bit her lower lip, and winked at you. She wasn't wrong.

"See you later," you said to leave the room, before you made some stupid decision.

After taking a second on the stairs to take a deep breath, you went up to the second floor, and immediately to the third, to then go to Yeji's room, you went in, but Yeji wasn't there. You closed the door very carefully, and you dedicated yourself to exploring the rest of the rooms that you were sure were not occupied by anyone, all without any success except for one, the last one at the end of one of the corridors. You walked in, and what you saw left you both surprised and excited.

It was a small room, smaller than any of the rooms on that floor, but it felt extremely familiar to you, but for one simple reason: it was an almost exact copy of your massage room at work, except that you only there was a bed there, a bed on which Hwang Yeji lay, stark naked as she watched towards you, her countenance anything but happy.

"Damn... did you put all this together for the occasion?" you asked, looking at the varnished wooden furniture, the warm light and the plants.

"No time for questions, undress, now," she ordered, sharply and coldly, "you're 15 minutes late."

"I know, it's just…" you tried to excuse yourself, but she intensified her predatory gaze on you, "nothing, sorry," you finally said, starting to undress.

"You know what's about to happen, don't you?" she asked, watching you take off your pants and shoes.

"I can get an idea, yes, but I'd like you to be a little specific," you replied as you stripped out of your boxers and stood completely naked.

"You're going to do the exact same services as in one of your sessions," she began, then sitting on the edge of the bed and dangling her legs, "you're going to give me a foot massage, eat my ass, pussy, and you will give me a nice massage."

"Well, that doesn't seem much different."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, boy, there's a slight difference," you cocked your head, confused, "if I catch you with a boner, it'll add five more minutes to the activity in question, okay?"

"Uh… okay," you nodded, moving closer to her.

"If you manage to add less than 10 minutes, you'll have a special treat for yourself," as you stood in front of her, she crossed her legs and nuzzled one of her feet up your thigh, "should we get started?"

"Does it count if it's just a little hard?" you asked, before starting.

"No, I'm pious and I'll consider it only if it's completely hard," she replied, "now shut up and start."

Behind you, attached to the wall, was a rectangular wooden stool, which you carefully dragged to grab a towel, spread it out on the wooden surface, and then sit down. Your head was right at the level of Yeji's crotch, an unflattering place due to the circumstances but perfect for the massage.

You rested Yeji's feet each on your knees, making a slight parting in her legs that allowed you to see her nice, shaved pussy, but you ignored it completely, pretending it wasn't there. If you stared at it for more than 10 seconds, you were screwed.

Yeji was staring at you, which didn't make it any easier since her gaze was one of those that weighed like two African elephants crushing you, but again, you completely ignored any attempt to provoke you and got to work.

Your process every time you did a foot and leg massage was always the same, you weren't supposed to have any problems, but you were so fucking nervous that you felt clumsy as your thumbs pressed against Yeji's sole, still you concentrated on trying to do the best you could, thinking about anything away from what was happening so that the blood wouldn't pump into your dick.

Yeji knew the inhuman effort you were making, and just to annoy you, while you worked on one of her feet, with the other she slowly rubbed your thigh, teasing to reach your cock and back down to your knee. You took a deep breath, and closed your eyes just for a second to take the other foot from her and repeat the same process as with the first. Unfortunately, that didn't make things much better, because the same thing that she was doing with her foot, she began to do with the one you just released. You had a whole odyssey ahead of you, and you only had 5 minutes of the first phase.

After leaving her soles, her toes and both of her feet well massaged, you began to work your way up the calf of her right leg, using your fingers with gentle and precise pressures with which you massaged her muscles from every possible angle. At that moment Yeji spread her legs slightly wider, leaving her pussy even more exposed to you, and then leaned back to rest her hands on the bed, giving you a perfect showcase of all the features of her body. She was really making it difficult for you, but you wouldn't bow to her taunts.

You repeated the same treatment with her other calf, and then you focused on her thighs, which were undoubtedly the most difficult part of the entire activity, since it was when your hands and face were closest to her crotch. You tried to be as brief as possible with her thighs, but Yeji was being so mean to you, that she brought two fingers to her mouth to moisten them and then began to rub her pussy very slowly.

"You know you're cheating right?" you said, just looking at her thighs and ignoring what was happening a little higher up.

"Cheating what? I don't remember making any rules," she shrugged, still playing with her pussy as you began to massage her other thigh.

"I know but… fuck," you gasped, going through the final steps of the massage a little over 10 minutes into it.

"Looks like we have extra time, aren't you going to kiss my legs?" she asked, teasing with bringing two fingers into her pussy as she rubbed her slit up and down.

"Yes, of course, that can't be missing," you started to do just what she had said, starting with her left leg.

The first focus of your lips and your kisses were her toes, for which you distributed wet kisses and then went down to her sole and the sides of her foot. You took her by the calf, and from her foot you went up slowly with your kisses, filling every little space with kisses until you reached her knee, where you stopped only to change feet and repeat the same process with the other leg.

After leaving her wet with your saliva from the knees down, you had exactly two minutes left to kiss and lick her thighs, you started with the one on the left, and as you did, she began to rub her pussy slightly faster, between small moans that were taking you completely out of your focus, but you just had to hold on a little longer.

You continued with her other thigh, incredibly tempted to deviate from your main objective and eat her pussy right away, but you would have time for that. You gave her some special attention on her inner thighs near her crotch just to play with fire a bit, and when it seemed that everything was going to be perfect, something wanted to stop you. Yeji knew very well that there was less than a minute left on the clock, and she used that time to bring her foot directly to your cock, to start rubbing and stroke it with her sole and her toes.

"You're a fucking…" you started, holding your breath and pulling away from her legs as she kept moving her foot, you immediately closed your eyes, not to see what was happening. And just as your dick started to move, the 15 minutes were up.

"Fucking bitch, yeah, I know," she said proudly, and when you opened your eyes to look at her, she had stopped touching your cock with her foot and had stopped touching herself. All with a small innocent smile on her face, "you did very well, for now you haven't added any minutes, darling, but the hardest part is yet to come."

"Don't even remind me," you sighed, standing up and taking a moment to relax as you waited for your cock to go completely flaccid again, "alright, let's get st… okay, going."

Right when you turned around Yeji was already positioned for the next activity. She had risen from the bed, and had only her forearms resting on the lower edge of it, her back making a perfect and beautiful curve, and her ass completely ready for you.

You went to kneel right behind her, her ass now mere inches from your face. She moved her hips slowly, and then squeezed her buttocks with both hands to spread them, giving each one a hard spank and then spread them again to leave both of her holes well exposed. You removed her hands from her ass, so you could squeeze her buttocks yourself and plunge your face directly between them.

Yeji let out a mixture between a moan and a sigh when she felt the tip of your tongue begin to play little games on her ass. You started making circles on it, just tracing the outline and leaving it well salivated before starting to use all your techniques, which ranged from making certain specific movements according to the client or something as simple as inserting the tip of your tongue in her hole and move it inside in circles.

With Yeji you first went with the first option, and it was certainly working well, as she began to let out louder and more sensual moans. You released her buttocks, letting them press against your cheeks while you moved your tongue in zigzags and filled her ass with salivary kisses.

Once again, Yeji wanted to make you work much harder by taking her hand between her legs and start rubbing her pussy faster than a few minutes ago, this increased the volume of her moans, as well as how restless she was while you were trying to keep her in place. She twisted her hips slightly, and you had to grab her tightly around her waist to make her stay still.

"You eat my ass so fucking good baby..." she moaned, now inserting two fingers into her pussy and pumping them slowly, "that feels fucking amazing, I can't wait to get your big juicy cock in there."

Her dirty talk activated another switch in your brain, which reproduced the image of your cock disappearing into Yeji's ass so vividly that you even had to stop for a few seconds to be able to press hard on your own cock to make the few inches it grown up to lower down again, she turned to look at you immediately, expecting to find a boner, but for now you kept winning.

10 minutes had already passed, you had 5 left, in which you usually always did something different for the specific client according to their tastes, but with Yeji you didn't do shit, one because she didn't deserve it and second because if you did something, you were going to get a boner too easy. You just dedicated yourself to continue playing with your tongue in her ass, as intensely and as fast as you could to make it worth it for her.

Yeji stopped fingering herself and took that same hand to your hair, to pull it hard and push her hips back to press your mouth even more against her ass. Your breathing was completely obstructed, but luckily for you, within a few seconds time was up. You had won, it no longer mattered if you had erections, since there were only two activities left.

"Fuck Yeji, this is being fucking difficult," you said after taking a deep breath as you separated your face from her ass.

"You don't have to hold back anymore, anyway," she said with a ragged breath, "you've made it, darling, congratulations."

"Does that mean I'll get my gift?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked down at you over her shoulder.

"Hell yes, but first you have to finish your itinerary, don't be smart with me," she gestured for you to get up, and you did.

Without any type of restriction or condition, you pressed your cock between her buttocks and took her by the shoulders to lift her up a bit, take her by the neck and lean in to kiss her intensely and fiery, full of all the sexual tension accumulated between you. from the day of the group session. This time your cock began to grow slowly, until in a matter of a minute it was completely hard and rubbing against Yeji's ass, who immediately broke the kiss and gave you a little push with a mischievous smile on her face.

"God, I really can't wait to get my dick deep inside that pretty pussy," you gasped, bringing a hand between her buttocks and rubbing her slit slowly.

"First focus on your work..." she grabbed your wrist and removed your hand from her pussy, "and then we can focus on that, okay?" she raised an eyebrow.

"As you command, boss, now come here," you grabbed Yeji by her waist and turned her around, to lift her onto the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide.

You fell back to your knees, your face now right in front of her wet, pretty pussy that was already screaming to be eaten. Yeji was staring at you, with slightly ruffled hair and a stare of a hungry predator that this time you dared to hold as you slowly brought your face closer, and without taking your eyes off her for a single second, you gave her pussy a very slow lick from down her slit to her clit. Yeji's face was an absolute poem, distorting in such an attractive way that it made your cock throb from the way she frowned and bit her lower lip.

"20 minutes honey..." she moaned as you continued to slowly lick her pussy in assorted ways as an entree, "you'll eat my pussy for 20 minutes... that dick is going to explode from how hard it is,” she dropped her head back for a second, panting, and looked back at you as you gently clung to her thighs and tasted her soft folds.

You already had previous experience eating Yeji's pussy, and you had her perfectly studied like a book, it was not difficult for you to attack her pussy with your tongue in the specific points that you knew would drive her crazy, and just like you expected it, so it happened. About 5 minutes had passed when you already had Hwang Yeji squirming on the bed.

She tried to close her thighs on either side of your head, but you used all your strength to keep her legs wide open, while you delivered fiery kisses between her folds and sensual licks of her clit. Her moans were undoubtedly the most pleasurable for you to hear so far, they aroused in you a carnal instinct that you usually couldn't bring out so often, that made the way you ate her pussy become frantic and indelicate, which made Yeji enjoy it even more.

Yeji brought a hand to your hair, tangling her fingers as much as possible in your strands so that she could hold on tight and press you further into her pussy. You responded by spitting out all the saliva that you had accumulated in your mouth right against her slit, leaving it completely soaked and slippery to now give special attention to her clitoris, which you began to attack with your tongue and lips, giving her sucks and wet kisses, which caused Yeji to fall back against the bed amid loud cries of pleasure.

"Oh god don't fucking stop!" Yeji moaned, almost scalping you with her fingers, "I'm right there honey, right fucking there!"

She wouldn't stop writhing in pleasure on the bed, and she began to shake as her first orgasm hit her suddenly. Once again, Yeji made the instinctive attempt to squeeze your head into her thighs, but you didn't budge for a moment, keeping her legs spread wide and eating her pussy like an animal even through her intense spasms and moans. You collected all her fluids from her slit as if it were a prize, licking clean between her folds and giving her clit more slow and careful licks.

"We still have 10 minutes left, bossie, don't relax too much," you said, pulling away from her pussy and regulating your breathing.

You stood up, and let your hard cock rest on Yeji's belly, to lean forward and kiss her lips. She cupped your face with both hands, letting out small moans in the middle of the kiss, while you brought one of your hands to her tits to give it a gentle squeeze. You would have kept kissing her, but she put a hand on her chest and pushed you up to get away from her.

"You're getting too excited, champ, finish the job," she said looking into your eyes, and patting your chest.

The clock was already ticking past 12 minutes, more than enough time to make her enjoy it a little more. You straightened up again, and walked to stand on the side of the bed. From there, you brought a hand straight to Yeji's slit, rubbing your two fingers up and down between her saliva-soaked folds. She stared at you, then grabbed your wrist to bring your free hand to the breast you hadn't grabbed before. You squeezed it hard, and she bit her lip as she anticipated your next move.

You rubbed her folds for a few short seconds, until you slid your two fingers inside her tight pussy. Yeji immediately clung to your wrist and let out a small moan with her lips pursed, she arched her back, and with your gaze fixed on her face, you began to pump your fingers in and out of her tight cavern, which they slid smoothly thanks to how wet it was.

You were slow and careful at first, making her believe that you would be as patient as possible when making her cum considering the time you had left for that activity, but on the contrary, you wanted to test your abilities, and see if you were able to make her reach her ecstasy more than once in less than 7 minutes, so not even a minute passed when you started fingering her pussy at full power, causing the palm of your hand to crash hard against her crotch with each pump.

"Tell me something..." you started, a mischievous smile on your face as you moved your wrist as fast as you could, even going so far as to make a bead of sweat slowly trickle down your temple, "What is the maximum amount of times someone has made you cum?"

Yeji tried to answer you, but you moved your hand from her soft perky tit to her neck, to grasp your fingers firmly and slightly cut off her breath, that made her whole body tense, and her pussy tightened around your fingers. Her moans couldn't get out of her mouth, they stayed suppressed in her throat in the form of growls that sent vibrations through your hand and to your wrist. She looked into your eyes, with a frown and a fucking sexy countenance that she kept until she cummed.

Having no possible way to avoid it, her thighs locked tightly on each side of your wrist, but this didn't stop you from continuing to move it like a tireless machine, even as Yeji was mere inches away from falling off the bed in the middle of the violent spasms that her body produced. You squeezed her neck even tighter, holding her in place until her body stopped shaking and then removing your fingers from her neck, letting her moan as much and as loud as she wanted.

"Holy fucking shit that feels fucking amazing!!" she squeaked, spreading her legs again only to watch your fingers slide in and out of her pussy, "keep going keep going keep going!!" implored Yeji between moans, closing her eyes and arching her back.

You only had two minutes left on the clock, so you had to be quick and look for the first and only quick option you had at the moment, which was to take your free hand to her pussy, to rub her clit while you fucked her pussy with your fingers. You no longer had a way to hold Yeji to the bed, and you had no choice but to bend a little and support your arm over her abdomen to prevent her from moving.

Thirty seconds left when Yeji reached her second orgasm in a row, yelling all kinds of obscenities to the rooftops, grabbing your hair and scratching your back with her nails. You slightly winced in pain, but kept moving both sets of fingers as the bed shook from Yeji's intense shaking. Your face was now closer to her pussy, so you took advantage of your closeness to just lean forward a bit and remove your two hands to run your tongue repeatedly over her slit, eating her pussy until time was over.

"So? I broke the record?" you asked, wiping the sweat from your forehead and standing up to look her down, with her hair all messy and plastered to her face.

"I didn't even answer you…" she said, wiping the tears from her eyes and still breathing hard, to which you just stared at her, hoping she would put her pride aside to be honest, "Ugh, yeah, so what? you smiled, seeing her get defensive after completely ruining her.

"Nothing, I'm just curious since you were acting so overbearing a moment ago," you laughed, grabbing one of the nearby towels to dry your face and looking for the massage oil, which you ended up finding on a shelf.

"Hey! I'm still in charge!" she protested, trying to prop herself up with her feet on the bed to sit up, but failing, "fuck..." she muttered.

"Sure?" you teased with a mocking giggle, "I only see a pair of shaky legs and hair like you've come out of a tornado," you started arranging everything out of mere habit of your work.

"I don't know what you're talking about, just keep doing your job, moron," she snapped with a snort, lying flat on the bed and closing her eyes.

"Woah, those are pretty ugly words for someone who just made you cum three times in a row," when you were all set, you picked up the little elephant-shaped glass jar that contained the oil and poured it in a line from her lower abdomen to the middle of her tits, you put it aside, and began to spread the oil all over her belly, her ribs, her waist and her pretty tits.

"You're running out of your prize, boy…" she murmured, trying to stay as relaxed as possible as you ran your hands over her tits and back down to her tummy.

"We both know that you don't want to leave me without my prize, Hwang Yeji," you said quietly as the atmosphere had relaxed and there was a peaceful silence in the room, "if what you're going to do is suck my dick, you'll do it anyway," your hands now moved to her arms, pouring a line of oil into each one then beginning to spread it slowly and carefully.

Yeji didn't answer anymore, she just took a deep breath and then exhaled with a sigh with which you couldn't help but laugh.

With Yeji now quiet and serene, you had a free hand to continue pouring oil on the rest of her body, now you went to her legs, pouring a line from her thighs to her feet each, and when you left them very oily, you reached the part you were waiting for the most. You took the glass jar and raised it to the level of your face, pouring the oil from that height so that it fell directly into her pussy; you set the jar aside, and with your hands you began to spread the oil just around the contours of her sensitive pussy, slightly pressing her lips inward and causing Yeji to have slight nervous reflexes.

You decided to be kind to her and not put too much emphasis on that area, you just made a few more strokes with your hands until the area was well covered, rubbing one last time but this time with the side of your hand between her folds. Yeji jumped, and complained with a small squeak.

"Fuck... I'm still very sensitive, oppa, be careful," she said in a small voice.

"You said what?" you asked, raising both eyebrows in surprise at that word, as you began the massage after having covered the entire upper face of her body with oil.

"I'm just... I'm sensitive, shut up," she said before shutting up again, this time you managed to hold back your laughter.

You started from her calves, slowly going up her legs and reaching her thighs, with which you did your typical massage routine to leave her muscles completely relaxed and released from tension. You finished with her thighs, and then moved on to her upper body, where you began by massaging her waist and lower abdomen applying slightly stronger pressure than normal, which each and every one of your clients usually liked, Yeji wasn't the exception, you knew it by the change in her breathing and a slight sigh that she let out.

After a minute concentrating on her belly and her ribs, you went up directly to her tits, with which you began to play more than massage, as you teased her by pinching her nipples and squeezing her mounds in a sensual way, brushing your hard cock with the side of her torso completely intentionally to provoke her. Yeji began to make very discreet sounds of pleasure, and you noticed how she made the move to raise her hand to grab your cock, but she immediately lowered it, remembering that this was not how she was supposed to act.

"Are you liking that, bossie?" you asked in a soothing voice, massaging her tits but also moving your hands up to her shoulders.

"A lot, darling..." she sighed, giving you a little smile without opening her eyes.

"Good to know, because the best part is yet to come," you leaned down as quietly as possible, and placed a very soft kiss on Yeji's lips, who not only kissed you back, but also caressed your cheek with her thumb before you parted from her lips, "Turn down, please," you whispered, and then straightened up again.

"That's 5 more minutes," she said, still with the cute little smile on her face, pointing at your cock as she rolled onto her stomach, lying on her own forearms.

"That's fine by me, I can assure you that I don't mind having my hands on this delicious body for a few more minutes," you picked up the bottle of oil and poured it down her back in an S shape, reaching down to her lower back.

You spread the oil all over her back, her shoulders and also the back of her arms, covering every missing part of her upper body until her skin was all shiny and slippery. Then you went to her legs, repeating the same process as with her upper body. Finally, you poured a small circle of oil on each of her buttocks, to press your hands against them and give them a strong squeeze before spreading the oil.

Having left every area of the back of her body oiled up you now began working on her shoulder blades, then her lats and then her back, taking your time with each one since you still had 6 left minutes. You moved slowly down to her hips, bypassing her ass to move to her thighs and then her calves.

Her ass was the only place you needed to massage on her body, and you were sure that you would make it worth the remaining time on the clock. You carried out quite typical movements and within the ordinary, nothing too risqué at first, until when she least expected it, you took a hand between her buttocks and began to lubricate her hole at the same level as the rest of her skin. Yeji moaned under her breath and squirmed a bit, enjoying how your fingers slid up and down the surface of her ass and down to her slit, which now less sensitive, you also lubricated with oil and slow movements with your fingers. 

"Mmm..." she moaned low, pursing her lips, "what are you doing, honey?" she asked in a sexy voice as your fingers rubbed her folds and then teased into her ass.

"Taking advantage of the remaining time, don't you like it?" you asked, taking one of your fingers very slowly and discreetly inside her ass, Yeji moaned a little louder, still without losing her composure.

"I wasn't complaining… I just asked what you were doing," she gasped, "but I can already tell what you're doing."

"Preparing you for what's to come, perhaps?" When your finger was buried up to your knuckle, you added another of your fingers, this time slowly pumping in and out of her hole.

"God… yeah, all I want right now is to have that big throbbing cock inside my tight ass," Yeji moaned, opening her eyes to look up at you over her shoulder as she bit her lower lip, "but… look over there," she nodded for you to look at the clock, you did, realizing there were only 10 seconds left.

"Fuck," you grumbled, pulling your fingers out of her ass to a gasp from Yeji, "well, does that mean I have my prize? what is it?"

Yeji didn't answer you right away, she got up from the bed with difficulty, her legs still shaky but strong enough to stand up. She reached for the towel that was covering the bed, and with one quick tug, she revealed what was hidden under that towel. A hole. The bed had a perfectly cut circular hole, just big enough for...

"I'm gonna fuck milk you, that's your prize honey," Yeji said, taking shaky steps towards you to get you onto the bed, "and you're going to suffer for the same 15 god damn minutes I did."

"Are you serious?" You raised both eyebrows, looking at the hole, "I mean, that's fucking hot but..."

"Lie on your stomach, boy, right now," Yeji ordered, to which you had no choice but to obey without question. You lay on your stomach, and with the help of your hand, you pulled your cock and balls out of the hole, leaving them hanging down.

"Please don't torture me, I've been good to you," you sighed, lying down on your hands and closing your eyes.

"I'm not going to torture you, fool," she said, ducking under the bed, where you obviously couldn't see her anymore, "but I'll make sure to drain you real good."

There was a little silence, and the next thing you felt were Yeji's fingers gently clinging to your cock to start rubbing it very slowly, and as the seconds passed, she moved her wrist faster and faster. The pumping was steady and fast, but suddenly, she slowed down drastically, moving her hand slowly again. You just sighed, knowing that this was the dynamic you were going to follow for the next few minutes.

Yeji continued to move her hand, alternating between fast and slow pumping that only lasted about 10 seconds each, until she stopped moving her wrist and caught the tip of your cock with her soft lips, causing you to gasp as she gently sucked just the tip, while she began to move her hand again.

The slow pumping persisted until another minute later, when Yeji began to drag her lips closer and closer to the middle of your shaft, applying strong suction and skillful movements with her tongue, while she cupped your balls very gently with her hand, rubbing them. with palm and fingers. She kept moving her head in an intermediate rhythm, taking half of your cock in and out of her mouth as she let out little moans around it, and seconds later, she slowly pushed her lips down to your base so that your tip rested against her throat.

"What the fuck Yeji..." you growled, clenching your fists as Yeji continued with your cock down her throat. It wasn't until a few seconds later when she took you out giving a strong breath, you couldn't see anything, but you knew that her mouth must be a mess with saliva just like your shaft.

She spat the pooled saliva from her mouth back onto your cock, and grabbing your balls with one hand, she grabbed your shaft with the other and started moving her wrist so fast she made you moan under your breath. Her fingers squeezed your balls very gently, as if she was warming up your load just minutes before it came out.

Her hand felt amazing, your feet were wrinkled and you were breathing hard as Yeji pumped her wrist mercilessly, and seconds later, she took you into her mouth again, sucking in a sloppy, messy way the entire length of your cock with her pretty lips. She deepthroated you once more, this time holding out longer before pumping her head again frantically.

You were going completely crazy with pleasure, you opened your eyes, desperate to see Yeji in her eyes but only finding yourself with the padded surface of her mattress. You leaned on your forearms, panting heavily as you began to feel tingles through your entire body.

"Y-Yeji... I'm going to..." you started to say, and Yeji immediately took you out of her mouth to now slowly masturbate you, much more than you expected, making it torturous and almost painful. You grunted, your orgasm completely delayed until at last, you exploded, "Aghh! Fuck!" you complained between moans.

Yeji kept moving her hand, while you shot all your big thick load, which you would have loved to see how it painted all over her beautiful face, but you had to limit yourself to close your eyes while she massaged your balls and moved her wrist. She took you into her mouth, sucking the entire length of your shaft to clean you, but she didn't give you a split second as she began to move her hand again, this time just as quickly and frantically as a moment ago. You cried out in pain, since your cock was still too sensitive, and you bit your forearm, muffled grunts against it.

"Give me another fucking load, honey, give all that delicious milk to me," she teased, and you heard her chuckle again.

It took a moment for the pain to transform back into pleasure, but for those seconds all you could do was hold your composure with all your might. Yeji played no dirty tricks this time, she moved her wrist in a steady rhythm, helping herself with her tongue on the tip of your cock to make you come faster.

After a few seconds, which passed extremely slowly for you, your moment of release finally arrived. You shot your load between loud groans and little spasms that shook your body, but this time Yeji took you right into her mouth, to catch every remaining drop of your cum and swallow it. When the fluid stopped coming out of your cock, she used just her mouth to suck you slowly, until you were clean and good as new.

"Fuck… please don't do that again," you said, trying to control your breathing and falling face-first into the mattress.

"Oh don’t worry, time ran out two minutes ago, no need," she said from under the table, followed by a mocking laugh, you opened your eyes to the clock.

"You see? You're a fucking cheater!" you said, clearly disappointed but not surprised, you just rolled your eyes, resting your forehead against the mattress as you caught your breath.

"You fucking loved it, I don't think you want to discuss it anymore do you?" She came out from under the table, and you saw her out of the corner of your eye, she had her whole face full of cum, her forehead, her cheeks, her chin, and even her tits.

"I have no comment for either," you replied, pulling your cock out of the hole and turning around, closing your eyes and blocking the light with your forearm to take a little break, trying to absorb the little shock of having cum so often and so hard.

"It doesn't matter, I know I drive you crazy…" there was a silence, "honey," she murmured in a low, sexy voice against your ear, and you gave a slight shiver, still blindfolded by your forearm, "I shouldn't give you rest, but I'm quite merciful, you know?"

"Oh yeah? That's not how it seemed to me a moment ago," you snapped, still offended that she didn't respect the clock.

"I could have edged you and made you cum denial, several times, actually I thought so, but today I don't feel so wicked," you felt her climb on the bed with you, and she straddled your abdomen, her thighs on either side of your torso, "so, I'll let you rest," she leaned forward, you felt her tits pressed against your chest, her hair tickling your arm, "but I want something in return, too. "

"Blow it up, Hwang," you said, removing your forearm from your eyes to see her, already with her face and her tits clean.

"Mmm, how about I ride your face?" she asked, looking into your eyes, hands on either side of your head.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Nope, not really," she denied, sitting up on your stomach and turning around, now sitting up with her back facing you.

"Then come here," you said, taking Yeji by her waist and pulling her back until her ass was floating just inches from your face.

She lowered her hips as soon as she felt your hot breath against her pussy, burying your face between her lovely buttocks so that your mouth came into contact with her wet folds. You gripped your fingers against the flesh at Yeji's waist, moving your tongue up and down across her folds and then moving your hands to her buttocks to give each a light squeeze. Yeji moaned, and she placed both hands on your abdomen to caress it gently, then leaned forward a little more and now caressed your thighs.

You didn't pay special attention only to her pussy, but also to her ass. You alternated between these two every few seconds, dishing out wet kisses and licks on each one until they were well salivated. Yeji let out small moans of pleasure, grinding her hips from front to back looking for your mouth to hit every possible point of her pussy, she lightly dug her nails into your thighs, and seconds later, your cock began to move.

"Wow, looks like someone came back to life," Yeji said, giggling mischievously between small moans, and grinding her hips a little faster.

Yeji lowered her chest against your abdomen, you felt her perky round tits pressing against it, and her hot breath against your cock, which she caught with one hand and brought to her mouth even though it was a bit flaccid. You moaned against her pussy, which in that moment you lashed out with your tongue at her clit every time she moved her hips back far enough.

It took a while for your cock to return to its usual hard state, but Yeji was patient, giving it slow, careful, unhurried, sensual sucks until your full length had grown into her warm mouth.

"Alright, stop," she said pulling you out of her mouth once you were fully hard and ready to go again, "fuck me once and for all please," she pushed off of you, kneeling to the side.

"I thought you'd never fucking ask me," you growled, getting off the bed to push the stool away, spread a clean towel on the floor and take Yeji in your arms to lay her on it, she immediately positioned herself on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder at you, smiling mischievously and moving her ass from side to side like a Cheshire cat.

"Do I have a pretty ass, oppa?" she asked in the same innocent little voice that she had unconsciously used before.

"Yeah you fucking do," you replied, picking up the jar of oil from under the table to pour it over your cock and then over Yeji's ass and pussy, leaving her skin even more glossy and slippery, "A perfect one for pound like a complete animal."

The oil in the jar had already completely run out, so you just left it on top of the bed and focused on what really mattered. You took your cock with one hand, and you began to rub it slowly against her round and slippery pair of buttocks, she threw her hips back, moving your cock between them and staring into your eyes.

"Put that juicy cock inside my pussy oppa, I know how much you want it," she gasped, biting her lip, and you placed one hand on one of her buttocks, while with the other you guided your cock into her pussy, slowly making your way between her folds as it slipped easily between her walls, "fuck yeah!" she moaned, frowning in pleasure, "that's just what I'm talking about honey…" she leaned into her forearms, gasping until your cock was buried deep in her pussy.

You too let out a long moan full of pleasure and satisfaction, feeling Yeji's incredibly tight pussy for the first time around your cock. You rested your hands on her waist, and unable to contain yourself any longer, you began to move your hips back and forth, fucking her pussy with strong, steady thrusts. Needing you as much as you needed her, Yeji soon became a whimpering mess as your pelvis crashed harder and harder against her ass, she had her head buried between her forearms, and she lifted it to see you over her shoulder and bite her lip.

Her right buttock received a hard smack that was muffled by the layer of oil, and then another on the other buttock of the same intensity. You started to move your hips faster, fucking her pussy in a mixture of desire and fury that you had built up since she was teasing you in her foot massage. Seeking to better vent your frustration, you leaned forward a bit and grabbed a handful of Yeji's brown hair to pull it back, raising her head and thereby increasing the arch of her back.

Yeji's moans turned into screams of pleasure as you shook her body and fucked her without any kind of care and mercy, you pulled a little harder on her hair, then pushed her forward again and made her fall with one side of her face and resting on her hands, leaving her ass well raised for you.

You kept fucking her with hard, fast thrusts, making the meat on her buttocks bounce like jelly with each crash. You would have loved to keep pounding her pussy like that, but a face as perfect and beautiful as Yeji's deserved to be seen and admired. You pulled out of her pussy, and with a strong grip on her waist, you turned her onto her back, to open her legs wide and take your cock inside her again.

"Look into my eyes with that slutty look of yours, kitty, go ahead," you growled, placing both hands on either side of her body as you pumped hard up and down her pussy. She writhed and moaned in pleasure, but still she made the effort to give you that stinging, fucking sexy look, while her tits bounced and her mouth was parted.

"That's it oppa… fuck me like a cock addicted little slut," she growled, grabbing you around her neck tightly with both hands and then tangling her fingers in the hair at the nape of your neck.

You plunged right into Yeji's pretty, sweaty neck, dishing out kisses and bites as your cock moved in and out of her pussy as fast as your hips could go. She surrounded your body with her legs, and she whimpered against your ear in the midst of desperate attempts to get even closer to you.

"Cum for me, you little bitch," you gasped against her ear, "give my cock a good squeeze with that wet pussy."

"Yes oppa!" she screeched, clawing at your back with both hands, "I'm going to fucking cum all around that big cock!" Yeji's body continued to be shaken and pounded by your thrusts, you waited a few seconds, and just when you felt the right moment, you stopped moving your hips and pulled your cock out of her pussy, "WHAT?! NO!" she complained, and she would have nearly cried if you weren't now guiding your cock into her ass.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," you growled, letting your cock slide slowly into her ass, which gave way to your length and spread so easily, "I'm the one in charge now. "

"You fucking..." she was going to insult you, but as soon as she opened her mouth to finish the sentence, you brought both of your hands to her neck, tightening your fingers around it firmly. Yeji gasped, now holding her breath with a frown and her mouth ajar.

You weren't sure how much experience she had with anal, but you didn't give a shit since you started pounding her ass as hard as her pussy a few seconds ago. Yeji moaned and squealed as loud as she could, but no concrete sound could come out of her mouth due to the strong pressure you were exerting with your hands on her neck.

She held onto your wrists tightly, teary-eyed as she bit her bottom lip, you noticed her face was slightly red, so you released some pressure on her neck only for her to take a breath and then you squeezed again. You on the other hand fucked her ass with long, strong thrusts, filling the silent room with loud sounds of skin crashing against skin.

You fucked her ass for about a minute and a half more, until suddenly, and in one quick motion, you released her neck to guide your cock straight into her pussy again. Yeji now freed from the pressure of your fingers, she managed to let out all the loud and intense whimpers that she hadn't been able to, while tears ran down her cheeks and her body writhed with pleasure.

"Just let me fucking cum!!" she begged between moans, "Please! I beg you oppa!" she looked you in the eye, and you could have felt sorry for her, but you were very sure that deep down, that was exactly what she wanted.

You took both of Yeji's legs and brought them together, to hold her two ankles in the air and lean forward, fucking her wet pussy now in a new angle that drove her completely crazy. You rocked your hips up and down, your cock fully moving in and out of her pussy with each intense pumping while Yeji was now crying with pleasure.

"You'll cum when I'm going to do it too, neither before nor fucking after," you ordered, bringing out your dominant side while sweat began to cover every part of your body, especially your forehead, which was already soaked. 

"THEN FUCKING CUM ALREADY!! I CAN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE!! FUCK!!" Yeji at that moment broke the record for the loudest that a person could have screamed in the middle of the sexual act, and you were sure that the whole house would be able to hear it.

You really had no reason to hold back, but if you were going to do it, you wanted to do it right, so once again, you slid out of her pussy and slid back into her ass, where you took a few hard, fast thrusts until you felt the tingling in your lower abdomen.

"Cum, you fucking slut, cum!!" you growled, taking the last few thrusts until you both exploded in a chain of loud moans and spasms that shook you both equally. Yeji's body went wild in violent spasms that crumpled the towel under her, and you shot what would be your last load of the day into her tight ass, multiple thick spurts, filling her deep with your seed.

"Oh my fucking god you are filling me up so fucking good!! Yes!!" she whimpered, and you released her ankles only to fall forward and kiss her as you both moaned through your orgasms. Your lips danced in an intense and fiery kiss for a few long seconds, until the fire in it subsided and it became a calmer and more careful kiss. You came out of her ass, letting all your cum flow freely from it onto the white towel.

"It was worth it... wasn't it?" you teased with a smile, placing small kisses on Yeji's sweaty face.

"I wanted to fucking kill you, asshole," she said weakly, caressing your shoulders with her hands.

"You fucking loved it, I don't think you want to discuss it anymore do you?" you said, repeating the exact same words that she had used against you earlier.

"God… I'd kick you if I could just feel my body right now," she hissed, pushing you off of her.

"As you say, bossie," you laughed, taking Yeji into your arms like a princess and setting her down on the bed again.

"You have to go honey, we have a scheduled activity later and manager nim will be here in a few hours," she told you, lying on the bed and caressing your abdomen with her hand.

"Are you going to stay here?" you asked, cocking your head.

"It's a comfortable and quiet room, just what I need right now to rest," she agreed, her hair all tousled and her body still shaking, "I'll see you later, pretty boy," she winked at you.

“Well, gotcha,” you sighed, “I'll see you later, little kitty," you winked back at her, leaned down to kiss her on the lips and then gathered up all your clothes to go out into the hall and quickly get dressed.

You quickly went down to the second floor, going through the living room and some rooms to say goodbye to the girls, but they weren't there, in fact, you found the living room in a complete mess, with wet spots everywhere and the furniture completely messy, even the floor was full of stains. You thought it was very weird and suspicious, but you didn't have time to delve into it too much at the moment, so you just ignored it and headed down to the first floor, finding yourself with a big surprise.

Yuna, Lia, Ryujin and Chaery were standing next to each other right in front of the glass door leading to the pool and towards the exit, their hair a mess and all sweaty. The four of them completely naked.

"What the f...?" you frowned, very fucking too confused, a few meters from them.

"You better fuck my ass as hard as Yeji, oppa," Chaery said, biting her lower lip and rubbing her calves together.

"Huh? How do you..." before you could speak, Lia pulled an iPad from her back and showed you the screen, where there were multiple little squares with different images each, you looked at what they were, and noticed that Yeji was in each and every one of them, in the exact same position from different angles.

"We set up that room for all of us to have fun, darling," Lia said, "there are cameras and microphones in every corner, I'm surprised you haven't noticed any."

"Oppa!" Yuna caught your attention, "why weren't you so creative with me? That was fucking amazing!" she pouted.

"Maybe because you made me fuck you in a public place as an idol?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, to which Ryujin approached you without saying anything to bring her two fingers directly to your mouth, you tasted them by mere instinct, noticing a clear familiar taste, her fingers were soaked with pussy fluids.

"Oh, don't forget this before you go," Lia said, handing the iPad to Ryujin and walking to the right, where you hadn't noticed that there were three pairs of panties and a black lingerie, all four obviously soaked. One pink, another red, another light blue, and the last one, which was the lingerie with which Ryujin had tried to provoke you a few hours ago.

"What am I going to do with this?" you asked, as Lia handed you the panties and lingerie, completely drenched in fluids.

"I don't know, consider them little souvenirs," she winked at you, and stood on tiptoe to give you a peck on the cheek, "next time the group fun will be much more interesting with you and Yeji unnie, oppa, see you later," she winked at you, and the rest of them waved her hands goodbye as they stepped to the side of the exit.

You walked out of the house completely stunned and in disbelief, what level of perversion had these girls reached to install cameras in an improvised spa room and have a mini orgy in their living room? It was the kind of thing that a common person would never think possible in people like them, but there they were, watching you from the inside while you went outside. You stowed the panties and lingerie in the glove compartment of your car, and still taking in how fucking wild everything had been so far, you drove back to your house in complete silence.

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Spren Notes: The most intense and hot episode to date, hell fucking yes. Nothing else to say, just hope u guys enjoyed!

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I’ve got a rough timeline of 2023……

JM dior show Paris 20th  jan 23 with Hobi 

JM album face promo Feb/march 23

JK visits him at dance practice BB probably Feb time 

1/2 jk goes live bam there 

This is the live where Tae makes him do a instagram live 

3/2 JM live from company late evening 

Same night Jk goes live and JM in comments Jk invites him for fried chicken

Same live where he says Jimins name and bam reacts and runs to the door 

10/2 JM live talks about jk, sings euphoria and talks about acting in photo shoots, 

11/2 jk live at boxing JM comments 

18/2 JM joins Hobi on his bday live at company 

Hobi had said he sees Jimin a lot at company and they play cards 

28/2 jk live talks about going to work and JM is in comments 

4/3 jk goes live gets tipsy 

6/3 JM live at company 

9/3 Yoongi bday, JM records himself watching the live, jk comment on Weverse about marry me thing 

13/3 JM flies to nyc 

Films day with vogue and practice for fallon

And fallon 

14/3 jk. X3 part live on white day- JM abroad but comments- leaves spoiler for smfp2 video teaser at midnight 

19/3 Jimin arrives in Korea 

24/3 Face is released 

24/3 JM on jimmy fallon show not live 

Jk goes love cooking 

27/3 JM goes on suchwita 

28/3 JM live jk spams comments- promos for face are done says to jk that it’s finished, jk says time flies 

28/3 writes I miss you on Weverse , jk replies me too, 

After jk goes live and watches Jimin content including suchwita 

Around early hours- JM replies see you soon the live is cute

29/3- Jimin Weverse live for face 

Late march- all member meal 

31/3- JM on music bank 

2/4 JM on ingagayo 

4th April- JM bb hot 100 live- kiss sound at start

8/4 Hobi and Tae go to JKs house and go on Weverse live 

8/4 jk flies to USA 

11/4- JM and Yoongi in weird YouTube show

16/4 jk at cochella 

17/4 Jk arrives home 

19th April - Hobi’s enlistment - epic hug moment 

They were together the night before 

Astro member died 19/4 pm

25/4 JM flies to nyc 

25/4 Jk and Tae attend dream premiere jk comes live straight after it late 

25/4 jk live seems sad and tired and says he is both,,cooks on live

JM had flown to NYC that day 

He did get out the car on the other side which people surmise that’s bc jk is in the car and he was wearing a Ck tee 

28/4 Jimin at Tiffany event nyc 

29/4 Jimin at d day concert usa

Jk at lv event in Seoul with Mingyu 

30/4 JM live with Yoongi 

During this time recording Who…

6/5 JM arrives in Korea 

23/5 JM goes to London and HP world gets out of car the other side 

24/5 JK went live and mentioned that JM had changed the air con settings sings angel part1 

27/5 JM arrives home - jk in car to pick him up? Took ages for them to let him in car 

5th June Jk live talks about rainy day fight 

Watched Jimin on lee mijun show (sings alone to like crazy ) 

12/6 jk falls asleep on live 

13/6 JM letter live for festa 

14/6 jk flying to la

15/6 JM live talks about rainy day fight 

Recording Muse that day too 

22/6 jk arrived home 

Late june- yoongis dday tour attendance Seoul 25th JM and jk 

29/6 jk live working out can hear door chime go off in background 

1/7 JKs brother posts a pic of family game night ft JMs hand

4/7 jk 4am live with Mingyu 

July seven release 

JK flies to NYC -12th

JM flies out next day 13th

Silver day date 

14/7 seven is released 

Go missing in NY state for 4/5 days 

18/7 JM flies home 

24/7 jk arrived home from London 

25/7 JM posts about jk bb hot 100

27/7 jk goes live sings letter by Jimin at end 

28/7 - July when they come back from NYC- JKs epic baker in bed begging JM live 

30/7 jk inkagayo music show v visits him 

Celebrate hot 100 can hear JM laugh in background? 

August - jeju island trip ? Spotted by fans 

12th august- JK with E in Tokyo but suspiciously looks like JM hmm 

3rd august JM d day concert 

3/8 jk goes live 

4th august jk d day concert 

5th august Weverse live JK

23rd and 24th august jk spotted in Busan with Eunwoo and Mingyu eating out 

September - 1/9- JM shirtless pic for JKs birthday 

Jk attends Tiffany even in Seoul. Comes live afterwards….. wearing watch set to JKs. Birthday time. Feet is all I’m saying 

jK must have prepared 3D content in September 

He must have filmed suchwita on 3/9 ish 

5/9 jk flies to la 

9/9 jk arrived home from la 

12/9 jk flies to nyc

15/9 JM supported v at music show 

16/9 jk arrived home 

Jikook meal with Yoongi at some point ? Spotted 

Jimin confirmed this in mmm

21/9 jk flies to nyc 

25/9 jk arrived home 

28/9 chusseouk - JM posts pic on Instagram of whale cloud drawing saying jk did it 

29/9 jk releases 3d 

JM posts single cover 😅 with this emoji

4/10 jk live talked about Jeon Jimin 

Played like crazy x2 and smfp2 and other members songs

Had hung out with 97 friends that day

6/10 jk flies to la 

10/10 jk arrived home 

13 October- JM birthday live days Jk busy makes sad face and such concern 

13/10 jk music bank 

Around here JM Weverse interview said he has been spending time alone which if Jk was gone to 3D he would be 

14/10 jk flies to Budapest 

Oct- Tae posts pics of him and Jikook in jeju from?? 

20/10 jk arrived home 

23/10 jk at ck event Japan 

29/10- JMs production diary live- JK comes on for a minute 

Jm has golden hair…

They found out days before this about the enlistment 

Late October- 30/10 JM fan event- some filming looks suspiciously like JKs handiwork with the zooming in habit 

Mini moni music filming he has blonde hair 

3/11 jk live talking about Golden

Tae and JM live outside his house but Tae says your house to JM.. KA translated it 

November 4th- golden release 

&& Release party we only know bc JM posts photos 

5/11 jk flies to nyc

11/11 jk arrived home 

15/11- mini moni p2 filming 

16/11 JM flies to Budapest to film who mv 

17/11 ish JM stuck with you this is Jimin dance cover 

19/11 JM arrives home 

20/11 golden live in Seoul - JM commented that hate you is his fave song. Rm attended 

Around here JM was spotted filming at a hot springs which we now know isn’t one and was a location for his jimmy fallon appearance 22/7/24

22/11- JM records sgmb track video 

Possibly fallon performance too given spotting date posts 

23/11 - they go to Japan together for about a week 

28/11 they arrive home from Japan 

29/11 jk flies to la 

2/11 jk arrived home 

5/12 - jk,JM,v,rm last live before enlistment very touchy feely 

JM said he’d been sick after Japan 

12/12- both at v and rms enlistment 

13/12- they enlisted  together in the buddy system

THANK YOU !!!

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Midnight Escapade: Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer Reid and the reader have been crushing on each other since they met, but neither of them cared to admit it. When doubled up in a hotel room for the night, reader tries to convince Spencer to go with her at 12:30am to get frozen yogurt to cheer him up and it turns into much more than a snack run.

Pairing: Spencer x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Includes: Swearing, mutual pining (a long time of pining leads up to this fic), food, mention of Sept 11, 2001, self-doubt, fluff, kissing

Word Count: 4533

The case was solved, closed, and finally, your eyes could rest. The case you had just finished was particularly stressful to not only you, but your fellow BAU members as well. You all hadn't slept for nearly twenty-nine hours and Hotch decided it was best you all got the rest you deserved at a nearby hotel.

The ride there, you struggled to keep your eyes open, but Spencer Reid was on another greatly interesting rant about a show he liked, so you figured you would try to stay awake to hear it. You always listened to him because a lot of the time, the rest of the team dismissed him and his oddly accurate monologues. They grew tired of Spencer talking so much about things they didn't understand but you were rather the opposite- and that's probably because you liked Spencer so much.

The two of you met when he was introduced to the BAU. Praised for his mind, he introduced himself to you with a shaky voice and a meek handshake. You instantly admired him from his geeky personality outwards to his tall, thin self with a face sculpted by artists. Little did you know he did the same, but immediately thought of you as out of his league, so he stayed quiet.

You had been friends since then, pairing up on cases as your minds seemed to work like a perfectly oiled machine when together. Like Penelope and Derek, you two were known for the science jokes no one understood and shared looks of adoration that the both of you somehow didn't recognize as romantic. But everyone else saw it.

Derek Morgan teased a lot. He talked to Reid about working with the 'pretty girl' every day, poking him in the side and messing with his hair. The geek and the girl who was smart as hell, but didn't make it her dominant trait.

A doctor and the outgoing agent who matched the loudness of Penelope Garcia at times at karaoke night. You brought more liveliness to the BAU- more music, more spinning, more levity in dark cases. Spencer was always trying to hide a smile when you walked in, trying to pretend he hadn't been waiting for you to bring him coffee each morning. You didn't need an eidetic memory to remember his order and that, for some reason, always sent him over the moon.

But you were here now, listening to him wrap up his story as you fought the sleep that was looming over you as the car came to a stop outside the hotel.

"-And that was the end of it all. I think it's so fascinating how they wrapped everything up into this intricate timeline of interactions and moments and backtracks. We should, uh, watch it sometime." He said as he hopped out of the back, holding his small bag and yours.

You sleepily hopped out after him, hoping you didn't look like you felt, because you truly felt like hell. "Yeah, I'd like that," was all you could really mumble out. He passed you your bag and you smiled your thank you.

Emily held you up by the shoulders as Hotch sent through the check-in information. "Some case, huh?" She laughed as you rubbed your left eye. "I suppose we can't make this a girl's night of post-case celebration if you're dead asleep."

You groaned, "You wanted to do that? Damn it, Em, I'm sorry-"

"You need beauty sleep, (Y/N). I'm not mad or anything, I'll just take a bath and pull out an adult romance novel." A smirk played on her lips as she raised her eyebrows. You chuckled tiredly. "Seriously, no worries."

"Did I hear talk of a romance novel?" Derek shuffled over. "Which one are we reading? 50 Shades of Grey?"

Spencer stepped in, "Did you know that 50 Shades of Grey is actually fanfiction written about Stephanie Meyer's Twilight Saga? If you go further back, Stephanie started Twilight as written alternate universe fanfiction where the emo-slash-hardcore band My Chemical Romance were all vampires. But My Chemical Romance was started by musician and comic book creator- who published a series of comics called The Umbrella Academy in 2008, unrelated, his name was - Gerard Way, who created the band to make music that expressed the trauma he was given from witnessing the twin towers falling on September 11th, 2001."

Emily looked at him, jaw open. "So Nine-Eleven essentially created a badly-written and toxic sex novel, years later?"

Spencer nodded, eyes flickering to you for a brief moment. Derek grinned at Emily, "So you have read 50 Shades of Grey, huh?" He teased. She swat at his wiggly fingers away as Hotch walked over, brow furrowed.

"Rooms need to be doubled up tonight. Morgan, you can come with me. As much as you may hate it, I feel like (Y/L/N) here might collapse on the spot, so we can't go anywhere else." He handed Spencer and Emily a key, expecting them to make their own choices. Of course, Emily knew exactly what she needed to do when Hotch walked off. You were about to turn and go with her, but she bolted off, reaching for JJ.

You looked up at Spencer Reid who had his mouth in a shy, straight-lipped smile. You both knew what this meant, but you were glad you'd get to crash somewhere, floor or not. The room was on the fifth floor, so you took the elevator with Spencer in silence that you were sure he was granting you until you reached the door of your room.

"I will... take the floor tonight," he said, sticking the key in the lock. "You're tired and I'm just going to get dinner and um... read."

His watch read 4:34 pm- it was so much earlier than you had thought, but you were almost collapsing. "I'm sorry," were the last words you could reply with before you walked into the room, got into the bed, and you were out, cold.

You had never had such a fulfilling sleep. You woke up feeling clean, fresh, renewed and restored. There was no groggy feeling that you had accidentally travelled to another dimension while asleep. The room was dim, except for the lamp that was on in the right corner.

When you peered over the edge of the bed, there was Spencer, laying on his stomach with few pillows under his chest and elbows, a book in his hands. He looked peaceful, quiet, calm. "Spence," you whispered. He practically jumped out of his skin and you couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my god, I'm sorry." You grinned.

He smiled sheepishly, setting down his book. "You're awake."

You nodded back, "How long was I out?"

"Since 4:34, so... 8 hours and 20 minutes. It's only 12:22am." Spencer sat up and against the wall while you adjusted yourself to sit cross-legged. You were still in your clothes from earlier and it surprised you to see Spencer in less preppy clothing.

Well, less preppy for him. No cardigan, no dress shirt, just a t-shirt that read 'math is as easy as pi' with the pi symbol made of cherry pie and his regular khaki pants. "Aren't you tired?" you asked, smiling from his shirt, back to him.

"No, uh, I actually got about four hours in the middle of your eight. I usually don't dream anymore but I actually dreamt I was falling, which is a sign of..." he stopped himself, but he was with another profiler, what was the use, you could already fill in the blanks. He continued, "Which is a sign of insecurity and inferiority, but I don't believe in dream analysis..."

You furrowed your brow, watching his eyes look down at his hands. "Are you feeling insecure and inferior, Dr.Reid, because need I remind you that 99% of the time, it's your brain that leads us to solve the cases."

He shook his head, "Thinking myself over, I'd-I'd say it doesn't revolve around work." The stutter was back. He hadn't talked to you with a stutter in months, you'd assumed it was just because he wasn't as comfortable around you then, but now it was back. Spencer Reid needed to be cheered up, something was wrong.

"Well you know you can tell me anything, right? I've kept secrets about my friends since grade one, I can keep yours." You slipped off of the bed and walked to your bag on the table in the far corner. You could feel Spencer's eyes on you as you went, so you shot him a smile over your shoulder. He reverted back to looking at his hands.

Through situations and being friends, you knew Spencer was insecure. He was bullied constantly as a child, some going as far as to strip him down and beat him. Disgusting, self-esteem-ruining acts you wished you could remove from his eidetic memory.

You took off your button-up blouse to stay in your white t-shirt that lay underneath. You hadn't the time to remove it before falling asleep. Thinking about that- you probably had bedhead too. Your balled-up shirt was shoved into your bag and you pulled out a brush in exchange, to get the knots out of your hair.

"I could really go for frozen yogurt right now," you said, running the wooden brush through your hair. Spencer narrowed his eyes at you, a little confused. "I haven't eaten dinner."

"It's nearly 12:30 am..." Spencer said. It looked like he was running through his vast mind to find a scientific explanation as to why you might have wanted frozen yogurt at half-past midnight. You let him, a teasing smile on your lips as you pulled the top bit of your hair up. "Are you pregnant?" He asked, out of the blue, entirely serious. Seemed like the only logical explanation he could find. You nearly choked on the air.

"No, Spencer, I am not pregnant!" You laughed. His face tightened as he went back to searching his mind. "I just want frozen yogurt. Regular cravings, not... pregnancy cravings. Are you coming?"

He looked at you, oddly surprised he was invited. "Why?"

"Why not?" You picked up his jacket from the hook and tossed it to him. "Nobody has to see your cheesy math shirt."

He smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck, but went right back to being analytical, a mumbling rant with hand gestures.

"The average half-cup serving of frozen yogurt alone has about 17.3 grams of sugar and plus various toppings, the sugar is upped to at least 25 grams. But, versus a half-cup serving of vanilla ice cream, the sugar is only about 14 grams and with toppings can be upped to about 22. Fat-wise-"

You interrupted him because this was seemingly the only way to lift his mood and he was making excuses to stay here and wallow. "Come on, for once, let's be able to act like the youngest members of the team. Once, Spence. I don't need a play-by-play on how much sugar is in it- though I did find that interesting-I just want frozen yogurt and I would like you to come with me. I'll pay for yours if you want any, just... please?"

He met your eyes with a curl falling down his forehead and quickly looked back at his hands. You'd been friends for nearly a year and four months and he still couldn't look you in the eyes for long. He really wasn't good at refusing you at all, either.

Spencer nodded and you practically beamed. Maybe this would help to take his mind off of what was bothering him, even if the distraction was brief. You jumped on the spot and slipped on your own jacket and grabbed your wallet, ready to go and by the door.

He had a small smile when the two of you stepped out, his hands behind his back. You locked the door behind you and the two of you walked silently to the elevator, careful not to accidentally wake anyone else in case they decided to peer out into the hall.

In the elevator, you turned and looked up at Spencer who was fiddling with his hands. "You look nervous, Spence. It's frozen yogurt, not a pretty girl."

"Well I'm with-" he stopped himself again and actually started laughing his breathy laugh, squeezing his own hand so hard his knuckles turned white while his cheeks and nose went a little pink. "You..." He finished, rocking on his heels.

You scrunched your nose, shaking your head. Though you mentally disagreed with him sometimes on your appearance, you smiled and looked back up at him. "Thank you. You're pretty too."

He shrugged himself further into his jacket, hands still wildly fidgeting. "Thank you..."

You both stepped out of the elevator the moment it got to the ground floor, looking for air that wasn't filled with odd tension neither of you could explain. You two walked through the lobby and into the cool midnight air outside, where things were open, dark, and still.

You shut your eyes for a moment and opened your arms to face the gentle, cool wind that blew your hair and hit your face gently. Inhaling deeply, you opened your eyes again to Spencer in a similar state, but much less relaxed looking. Instead, it looked like he was trying to calm himself down.

"Spence, you look out of it," you said, folding your arms over your chest. You had gotten him outside, now maybe instead of distracting him from whatever it was, you could help him through it. It was part of being a friend- profiling wasn't needed to see he was thinking long and hard over something that bothered him. "You can tell me what's wrong."

He started walking down the street toward the neon lights that shone bright with the word 'fro-yo', you stepped quickly to follow. "If I like a girl.. h-how am I supposed to go about telling her?" He asked, not even looking at you. His forehead was creased and his hands in his jacket pockets.

So this was about a girl he liked. Spencer Reid had a crush. Of course, you were oblivious it was you, but Spencer Reid was romantically interested in someone!

Yay?

An odd feeling of happiness came with finding this out and there was an uprising feeling within you like the first drop on a rollercoaster, but it lingered... and it was much less happy. You ignored it, of course, letting your outer emotions display themselves.

"Dr. Spencer Reid, the human encyclopedia- have you finally found a girl that puts you at a loss for words?" You teased, pressing the back of your hand to your head for dramatic effect, struggling to keep up with him.

His mouth twitched, "Maybe."

"Well, to be honest, Spence, just... tell her. Just go at it- ask to kiss her, maybe, then confess after. Or... or, you could confess, see how she takes it, then you can see if you should or shouldn't kiss her based off of if you get rejected or not." You told him, catching him by the shoulder to get him to slow down at the entrance of the frozen yogurt place.

He was much taller than you, so that came with him being that much faster, but that didn't matter now, he had stopped. Spencer looked at you, concern in his eyes, panic. You smiled kindly, "She won't reject you. I don't know any girl who would even think of it." Reassurance, because he needed it.

His eyes trailed to the ground and he ran a hand through his hair, opening the door for you. "And w-what do I say?" Spencer asked when you both went inside. You were the only two there and the cashier must have been in the back room.

You hopped over to the flavours, "I mean, whatever feels right, Spence. If you feel like going on a long, romantic, poet-written rant about how much you like her, do that. If you're afraid to bore her, you can wait for her to speak, but the truth is if she can't listen to you rant, she probably isn't worth going for."

He evaluated your words while you casually got yourself vanilla frozen yogurt. He also scanned the flavours, probably mentally shaming the company for marketing this as somewhat healthier. You giggled watching him try to figure out how to get the yogurt out of the machine as you put raspberries in yours.

"(Y/N), uh..." he said quietly, gesturing you over. The genius's mind was scrambled enough to miss the lever in front of him. You took his cup from him and pulled the lever, to which he made an 'o' shape with his mouth and nodded comprehensively.

"Chocolate mocha," you smiled, handing it to him as he stood there sheepishly again. "Good choice."

You spun back to your yogurt, adding a bit of honey over the top of it all. He followed, choosing raspberries as well, silently adding them. He still didn't seem at rest with the girl thing, you noticed by the way he was failing to open the scoop-box of cookie crumbs. He had long fingers, usually nimble ones, but not so much right now. Spencer was too stressed to work properly. Error in the system, you may have joked if things weren't so bad with him.

When you were both finished, Spencer tapped the little service bell on the desk and a little woman, maybe mid-30s came out wearing the merchandise of the shop. You both placed your cups on the scale and she weighed them for the price, but both you and Spencer pulled out your wallets.

He put his card out faster, so you swat his hand with your card and paid while he mumbled "Ow..." Of course, you checked to see if he was really hurt, but he had his small, crooked smile back on his face. He was okay, maybe he was feeling better?

Saying good morning/night to the lady, you both stepped back into the midnight air, starting to walk, but not back toward the hotel. You'd think with what cases you two had worked on you'd be a little warier, but with each other, you both felt safe. You walked a few steps, eating your yogurt, before Spencer spoke up again. "Is it a bad thing I'm so clueless as to what women like? Everything I know about women is scientific. Chocolate releases endorphins, flowers are associated with beauty and love, but... other than that... I don't know anything."

You swallowed your bite as Reid took his, waiting on your answer. Just as you always listened to him, he always listened to you. He probably valued your opinion over Derek's at times. You waved your spoon in the air when you spoke, "I wouldn't say bad. Everyone starts somewhere for everything. If anything, a man who is willing to learn is more attractive than one who wings it and doesn't ask comprehensive questions to up the relationship quality."

"Asking questions, got it. Should my confession include a gesture, though?" He spoke with his mouth full. Spencer really wanted to get this right- it was admirable. But there came that uneasy feeling again. It was more like an ache this time. Perhaps it was the awkward hours of sleep throwing you off?

You sucked it up, shoved the feeling down. "Really, Spence, it depends on the woman. Do I know her? Maybe I can help- that is unless you want to profile her to get her interests? I can help with that too-"

"No, I-I don't want to profile her, I want to stay away from that, we do that on a near-daily basis."

"We?" You questioned. Reid froze, but kept walking, looking a little petrified. He put more frozen yogurt in his mouth, maybe to shut himself up. You grinned, "We as in you and her are both profilers or we as in you and I profile others together, so you don't want to profile her with me?"

"I don't want us... to profile her," he cleared his throat. "Yeah..."

You sighed with a breathy laugh, "Good, because I was starting to think you were after Emily."

He chuckled, "Oh, no, not Emily. She's too scary for me anyway. Uh..." He swallowed hard, the way he always did was he was anxious or nervous. I saw in his face he'd come to some sort of conclusion. "Don't... don't yell at me for this, alright?"

"Yell at you? Spence, I wouldn't..." You were confused. He set his frozen yogurt down on the bench he had stopped in front of and stood back in front of you, pushing his hair behind his ears. He looked at you with his doe eyes and the wind blew his curls back in front of his face, he looked to the ground. His forehead still creased between his brows, but his eyes were soft and sweet, his nose was slightly scrunched and his mouth was twisted to the side as if he was once again mentally calculating something. You granted him back the silence from earlier, wondering what was going on in that mind of his. That was... until his eyes met yours and he looked so desperately lost and longing and like he ached inside... and you no longer wondered.

You let out another long sigh. She was you.

This girl that he was trying to understand how to win over, she was you. He asked you because he needed to know what you wanted. He was nervous because he was practically confessing to you and you, a profiler, were too blind to see that.

He watched your face for your reaction, waiting for something good, but you were too shocked to react right. He unfroze, hands flying to the roots of his hair and he spun away from you. He started rambling, obviously thinking everything had gone wrong. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, (Y/N). That- that wasn't how I had things planned and I was so certain that maybe you-hm- liked me too."

His words made it true. This was, in fact, happening at 12:56am in the middle of a foreign city. Your words spilled out, stern, focused, serious. "Kiss me then."

He spun around again, "What?"

"Confess, then kiss, remember?" You recounted carefully, looking directly at him, stepping closer.

"But I didn't get to do my whole monologue thing-" He was grinning pretty hard now, all signs of stress removed from his face. He looked brighter than the neon froyo sign, in happiness and disbelief right down at you. You were pretty sure you looked similar as all the pieces fell in place in your mind. It all fit.

"I don't care." You beamed back. "Do it after."

So without wasting another second, he grabbed your face and kissed you. He kissed you with a year and four months' worth of frustration, lust, confusion and past jealousies. His hands holding your jaw, his fingertips in your hair and your hands on his chest, holding fast to jacket. The kiss was a little messy the first two seconds, but every second after it was enjoyable and sweet and oddly powerful. He also tasted rich, like chocolate mocha, but you knew where that came from.

He pulled away first, which surprised you, but he didn't move very far, in fact, he mumbled against your lips as he tucked your hair out of your face. "I think I've liked you since you and I first met. You didn't hate my science jokes and instead of being annoyed with my informational rants, you listened to me. I wasn't expecting you to be so involved with me since you're, well... you're you and you're loud and fun and sweet and beautiful, but we worked so well together how could I ignore what I felt?"

His hand was a little shaky still, but his fingertips on your cheek were gentle. He continued to quietly ramble, "I decided maybe I'd do something with myself that wasn't devoted to the BAU so I thought maybe I'd- I'd tell you this. That I think you're beautiful and smart and talented and maybe you'd understand and feel the same way and now that I know maybe you do, I feel oddly put back to how I'm supposed to be. And... I think I'm supposed to be with you. If this is too soon or... ruins our friendship, I'm sorry and I'll slow it down, but I won't stop liking you."

You couldn't believe that in a three-minute span you had gone from painfully oblivious to so extremely wide awake. But it was in the best way possible after a year and four months of you also being painfully crushed by your secret feelings for Dr.Reid.

"It's fine, Spence," you said quietly, smiling at him with the most happiness you had found in months. "More than fine, I can't believe this is real."

He tucked the other side of your hair behind your ear, "You might have DRC, then. It stands for dream-reality confusion and is a difficulty or inability to determine whether an event or experience occurred during the waking state or whether it was part of a dream. I can assure you that you aren't dreami-"

You reached up and pulled him onto your lips by the back of the neck, smiling into it. This would be the first time you've ever shut him up. He welcomed it by kissing you back again, softer this time. Now that he was sure you wouldn't hate him for it, it felt a lot more natural, a lot more at ease. His passion was still there, as was yours, but this was how things were supposed to be. There was no longer a rush.

The two of you started laughing after it all. Both of you laughed at how painfully oblivious you both were and he went on a small explanation as to why we don't see our own tells and how feelings of romantic relation cloud the judgement. You went over every time the rest of the team had made a comment you both secretly loved or some you dismissed because it was an ache to hear.

Spencer opened up about his fear of rejection and you did the same and that too resulted in more laughing because here you were, so afraid, but you had both been in it for so long. You deserved to have each other after all this time not only because you fit, but because everyone saw it too, far before either of you did.

An innocent, fun, midnight escapade to cheer Spencer up turned into him finding a truly happy state of mind. You took that as a win and success as you tossed frozen yogurt containers in the garbage and found your way back to your room where you told Spencer it was okay to sleep in the bed as long as he was nice.

So he let you turn out the lights and lay next to him, your head on his chest in the way you had done before when it was only an achingly platonic move. He played with your hair, stared at the green walls, ranted about the history of the colour green and soon after, the both of you went right back to sleep, entirely happy.

Tagged: @ellyhotchner @softhairedhotch

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NANOWRIMO 2021 - BINGO!

I have far too many writing priorities to focus on just one, so here's my compromise: listing them out in bingo format and doing a bit for each. At the same time as all this, I'll also be editing FC near-daily and keeping up with my Patreon. I'll update this post daily with what I worked on. Good luck, NaNoers, and best wishes to my fellow Rebels!

EDIT: NaNo is over in my timezone! Read through all my updates below, along with my final wordcount (I won!) and an updated bingo, below that cut.

NaNo ask game・my askbox

NOTE: I'm not marking the bingos bingoed until the end of the event; I don't want to consider something 'done' until I've literally run out of time to do it. Then we'll see how much I did and whether I think I've finished.

DAY 1: 8211. Spent 12 AM to 6 AM writing The Proposal and editing KAY Chapter 1 to send out for critique. The Proposal is about halfway done now, and I'm happy with my edits. Managed 10 minutes of FC edits right before midnight-- what a mess my middle is.

DAY 2: 1733. Busy day-- got some important Life Things done! Just enough time to write for about 45 minutes straight; 15 minutes fixing up FC's editing doc, then 30 minutes for this week's Patreon post.

DAY 3: 3063. Spent 40 minutes right at 12:00 AM looking over critique on KAY's Chapter 1, then another 30 or so throughout the day, then a bit more time editing The Proposal. The draft isn't as bad as I thought it would be! Still only 1/2 written, but what's there seems fun. I didn't know whether or not to count time I spent at a physical critique for KAY with other writers, but for now I won't since I simply do not seem to need it.

DAY 4: 2585. 20 minutes right at 12 continuing to read through The Proposal, just because I really find it that engaging. Of course, it is MILF4MILF. Later in the day, around 45 minutes writing up this week's Patreon post. Gotta go fast!

DAY 5: 1258. Friday, which is the toughest-- have to write just before Shabbat, and all I managed was the Patreon post.

DAY 6: 1800. Saturday. Came home and managed some more Patreon.

DAY 7: 2510. Spent the day getting all sorts of things done, but barely any time for writing; just Patreon again. Speaking of which: Patreon post is done! About winning NaNo and my journey there, of all things. Really wish I could get a little more Forest Castles in ;__; Hoping tomorrow I can do that as well as a little satirical piece I'm writing.

DAY 8: 3689. I returned to mortālēs and hit the end! It's all written! I may not know just how to attack editing it, but it's there, and that's what's important. Also managed to get my satirical piece in! No FC, though...

DAY 9: 2050. So thrilled to report I have returned to editing Forest Castles! This bit is like a difficult knot; it'll take me a while but will be very satisfying when I have it done. I've realized I spend a lot of time (30 minutes each way) on buses, so if I just take the first bus ride of the day to work on FC, I should in theory have no trouble hitting 15+ minutes of work on it a day. We shall see. Used this editing to begin cobbling together the next Patreon post (busy busy busy...) Hope to hit 50K by the 15th, though it looks like that'll be difficult.

DAY 10: 1881. Got some more FC editing done, then re-read/edited In Her Arms and did a little submissions research. It's a busy week, so I'm letting myself off the hook for not OAing today.

DAY 11: 2467. Some more light mortālēs editing, IIRC, and quite a bit of Forest Castles fun-- I watched Olympic-level sabre fencing and took some notes! I want to give Red, Avner, Eliza, and Ahava all their own distinct fencing styles.

DAY 12: 1151. How I wish I could've done more today. It was really just a bit of Forest Castles work and some waffling over other projects ;___; But, hey, Shabbat starts at 4:40 PM now. I'm going to have to kick myself into gear if I want to hit 50K by the 15th!

DAY 13: 2270. I think I managed a reasonable amount for Motzei Shabbat (post-Shabbat evening)! Posted this week's Patreon post and edited patterned seats, which I like but am worried nobody else will care about. The goal is 8K for tomorrow... we'll see if I hit it.

DAY 14: 8755. No, that is not a typo. I held an OHHOW stream (thanks to those who came!) and visited many more, and I wrote an unbelievable 8K+ words, from patterned seats to FC and finishing up with my Tell Me About The Nonbeliever outline.

DAY 15: 6695. I opened the day by writing out a new idea I've had recently (no title yet!) and later worked on an upcoming interview I have with beloved author Yah Yah Scholfield! I've just got to send the line edits back to them and we'll be releasing it ^__^ The bulk of my writing, though, was centered around my transition diary and the Nonbeliever outline from the other day. Finally, I spent a little time transferring some notes for FC into a Patreon post draft, so people can see how I've been developing that worldbuilding! No wonder I HIT 50K TODAY! Unimaginably thrilled.

DAY 16: 3402. I finished up that interview, worked a little more on the Patreon FC post, and edited more of my FC notes. I also streamed again today! Thanks so much to everyone who came ^_^ Nice to get back to normalcy.

DAY 17: 4611. A complicated bag of non-writing. Updated here, edited/submitted some flash fiction pieces, worked on my parallel post for Rebecca. Managed to work long enough to get a bit ahead on Shabbat this weekend!

DAY 18: 3523. Finished the parallels post and advertised a bit for the Blood & Breath zine overall (GET YOURSELF A COPY!) and began a short side story for Forest Castles.

DAY 19: 2402. Finished the side story at 1:00 AM. Help me! Then it was just a few more minutes of editing it left and right. I'm happy with the content; not so much with the syntax-- I'll have to take another look at it eventually. Did what I wanted to do, though, and great numbers for Friday! Shabbat started at 4:36 PM today.

DAY 20: 3200. Not thrilled about this number! Cleaned up some loose threads from the end of the week + worked on the TMATN outline, but wound up accidentally deleting the original parallel post and then funking up my 4tw word count and panicking over both. Took a lot out of me ;___; I hope to get more done tomorrow, so that I can get ahead on my 100K goal!

DAY 21: 4473. So happy! Not only did I hit a very high goal, but I also finished the TMATN outline! I'm sure it has some snags, but those are for later me to check out.

DAY 22: 3431. Today I hit 75K total! Of course, I am purposefully ahead about 1.8K of where I need to be to hit my goal of 100K, since I want to leave some wiggle room for Thanksgiving and Shabbat and Chanukah. Started working on the Hexagon outline just to move a bit further around the bingo board, and am quite enjoying it thus far.

DAY 23: 3188. Not ideal, but I got a bit done for Exhaustively and am attacking it in a new way.

DAY 24: 5538. Was accidentally moved to transsexual literary critique of an odd quote on writing, and decided to count it (since it'll go up somewhere eventually). Also did some Exhaustively work and got closer to finishing the mythical dialogue tags Patreon post.

DAY 25: 3901. Quite a bit of Exhaustively editing, and admittedly a lot of time spent fixing up my Twitch channel now that I have reached Affiliate status! Thanks so much for coming by ^__^

DAY 26. 2251. I broke 90K! Of course, I've purposefully kept ahead just for a day such as today; I knew I'd be writing less due to Shabbat. I'm very happy with what I did get done (mostly the Hexagon outline) and I hope to find some way to squash most of the rest of my bingo into tomorrow. We'll see how that goes... I was hit with some details of a new idea while on stream, so I might have to fight a few instincts.

DAY 27. 2900. I do wish I'd managed just 500 words more, but in fairness, the words came slowly-- I was working on a brand new short story for a weekly contest (couldn't be helped! plans to the wayside! inspiration takes no prisoners!) and I needed to think hard about it while writing. Broke some new research grounds and hit upon something quite nice and seasonal.

DAY 28. 4562. Finished Dressage-- that's the new short story that's shaking everything up. Edited some more Exhaustively, with my butt kicked into gear due to Max goose-books's birthday coming up in December-- I'll be binding it up into a paperback just for him!

DAY 29. 3354. Got some critique on and made some edits to Dressage. Edited Exhaustively right up until the end. Spent quite a bit of time cleaning up my Hexagon outline. HIT 100K!!!

DAY 29. 2721. Went over two problem bits in Exhaustively-- if Max signs off on them, the whole thing is finished (again)! Then switched to writing this month's Patreon Newsletter, since of course I wanted to reach the end of NaNo first. Happy NaNo! Updated bingo below, and an explanation below that.

Edit patterned seats: Done! It lacks spark, though; lacks that vital why did I write this?. I'll have to go to classic Bradbury sci-fi to see how he handled this issue.

Edit Exhaustively: Done! All that's left is to format it, put out an interest check, print a proof, etc.... This is a quite limited run, so I'm trying to relax a little ^__^

Write mortales: Done! I wrote all the way to the end, erotica and all. A writer I've shared some insecurities with wrote on the draft I handed them, you've embraced male nipples!

Write The Proposal: Begun! I've written approximately half of the draft. Another erotica, and one with a really cohesive plot; I quite like it. Hope to write more soon.

Submit Tragic Accident: Done! And several weeks to get a response, so all I have to do now is wait.

Submit YouTube Comment: Done! I got a rejection, and I'm glad I reached out. This is a really weird, niche piece, and I expect to get a hundred rejections before I find the exact right place.

Submit In Her Arms: Rethunk! This piece just isn't ready to go out. I love it, but I got a critique on it and just about nothing is working in there.

Outline Nonbeliever: Done! I'll go over it again sometime in the next few weeks to polish it up.

Outline Hexagon: Begun! Not remotely perfect, but making tons of progress on the plot.

Finish dialogue tags post: Begun! I hadn't touched this behemoth in months, and I added some words to it. I'll have to go back and re-read Your Father's Son (which I want to do anyway) and add in the relevant quotes from there... and then we'll be done!

FINAL WORDCOUNT: 103,574 words.

[limi-pie]

The taste of Red Wine part 9 (first half)

A/N: Yo, my bitches, it’s been a fucking while. I apologize, summer has been making me a sloth🦥 and a workaholic. I don’t know if that made any sense but yeah. Here is this damn chapter or part 9 of my stupid fucking Mafia fanfiction. Excuse my bad language, I’m quite moody as I’m writing this.🤬 I’ve been trying to find some good K-pop Mafia inspired fanfics here but I can’t seem to find one. If you find any please send me some good recs! I’m so bored and need some good Mafia fics to entertain me.🥴

I hope you like it, lmfao. It’s been super stressful but I managed to finally post it. *twerks* Anyways so I’ve been thinking that chapter got too long it was around 10K words, so I’ve decided to split part 9 into 2 parts.

Meh, I just felt it would be better that way, because 1. my attention span is horrible and I have a hard time focusing on reading any fanfictions that are over 8K+ words. 2. I like it better that way, then I won’t have a hard time remembering what happened in previous chapter and I can just easily read it, since I’ve made it short. But this first half of chapter 9 is around 5K+ words so it’s more doable and easier hopefully for myself and you readers to enjoy it.

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Disclaimer: Please keep in mind that this is all fanmade and it’s fanfiction. All events and things I wrote about in this Mafia alternative universe are purely based on my imagination and fiction. This story is for entertainment purposes and nothing else. I only own Lee Meílíng Y/N and other villains mentioned in said chapters.

I do not own BTS or Bighit Entertainment/HYBE Labels or the other K-Pop idols, or artists. I’m also not associated with any of the said artists in my fanfiction. I do not support The Mafia or any of the violence, crimes, or actions that have happened in this story.

Genre: Mafia AU, (Specific) Female Reader, Mafia Leader! Yoongi, Romance, Drama

Warnings: Abuse, alcohol, assassination, assault, blood, choking, bad language, another fucking breakup because I like problems👹, shooting, guns, drama, gaslighting, kidnapping, murder, smoking, violence.

Summary: You left all the Mafia memories and business behind as you have decided to cut all connections and ties related to the Bangtan Gang. You start to realize what truly matters and decide to work at your new job with your friend Renjun. Yoongi is back to his coldblooded and merciless self as he takes on different jobs and missions. Rumors have been spread around that a certain, vicious, and dangerous Girl Gang has returned to Seoul.

Last edited: On the 9th of August 2022

Wordcount: 6,856

I wish I didn’t get on this train if I had known he was such a mysterious yet kind man.

I was heading up to my apartment as I typed the password. Then I went inside my bedroom and changed into my pajamas. I checked my phone as it was 11:05 PM Thursday the 14th of May 2020. I popped the plastic straw into my boba milk tea.

“It’s so sweet and mild, but in a way, it’s so comforting.” It was almost midnight when I immediately crashed into my bed afterward and fell asleep.

Meanwhile at the Bangtan’s mansion… it was Friday the 15th of May 2020, 12:30 AM.

“Jimin, schedule a meeting with the GOT7 Gang. I have some business to make with them.” Yoongi ordered, letting go of the unconscious man, he had just finished beating up as he fell to the ground. “Yes Sir.” He responded as they went back to the vehicle.

“What’s the status of Jungkook's condition? Is he still recovering?” Yoongi asked, moving the steering wheel. “He said in 3 weeks that JK will recover. That was only if he was resting in his bedroom and cleaning his wounds every day. But he seemed to forget it quite often.”

“Jayden is no longer in our basement, he escaped several days ago before Y/N got kidnapped. I believe,” Jimin informed Yoongi as he made a right turn. “Jungkook can’t rush his recovery so I’ll ask if Jackson or Yugyeom can join us for temporary help,” Yoongi mumbled.

“Any updates on Seth’s locations or hideouts?” Yoongi asked and stopped at the red light, “the last sight of Seth was rumored to be in Macau but he may have traveled to Mainland China.” Taehyung said, typing things into the map on his tablet.

“Maybe the Way V Gang has data on him. Should I ask them?” Jimin advised, ready to call Hendery.

That Neo City Gang is expanding slowly but surely. Not to mention the violent and vicious Gang has returned to Seoul.

“Park, don’t,” Yoongi said hesitantly, “but Boss, this is our great chance–”

“–I know our goal is tracking Seth or any other members of the Blood Vessel Gang, but we got to have a clear strategy. So for now I’ll avoid teaming up with the Neo City Gang. Instead, I’ll make use of the other Gangs and make use of our comrades.” Yoongi concluded, his determination burning as he parked the car in front of their mansion.

“You guys head inside, there’s something I have to get from the store,” Yoongi said, still sitting in the driver’s seat. He rolled his head back, looking at the main door.

“Goodbye, Min Yoongi.” He remembered it clearly. That sad and hurt expression of mine as I left with Hoseok. Yoongi went inside the 7-11 as he got a packet of cigarettes and some thinly sliced beef. He reminisced about that moment we encountered each other on that faithful day. “Thank you. I— umm…” He chuckled, remembering my words before shaking his head. To think that Y/N got eye contact with me and she almost couldn’t recognize me. But I get it. I must have given her my usual cold stare. Yoongi went back to the mansion as some time had passed.

“Boss, you’re smoking again?” Jimin asked, looking over at him and Taehyung as he played Overwatch with Jungkook, “yeah, I’m overwhelmed with work lately and I figured this was better than alcohol. Then I would at least be able to do some work not as half-assed.” Yoongi scoffed, lighting his cigarette with Taehyung’s lighter.

“You should try vaping, Boss,” Taehyung said, smoke coming out of his lips, “that scent smells too sweet, Tae,” Suga said, exhaling deeply as he scoffed. “That’s because this is a strawberry-flavored one.” He exclaimed, chuckling as Jungkook smiled.

“It’s been a long time since just the four of us spent time together like this.” Jungkook expressed, smiling to himself as his dimples were visible. “It sure has,” Jimin said as he chuckled happily.

If only Y/N was here too… I miss her like crazy. Yoongi thought to himself. He went to his office he turned on his laptop, typing digits into his hacking program.

I should arrange a meeting with the GOT7 Gang, they seem to have made good deals with weapons lately. Yoongi thought, tilting his head a bit as checked his email.

I woke up to the burning sunlight as I squinted my eyes and groaned loudly, “mmh… why is it so bright outside?” It was Friday exactly a week had passed when I was unconsciously brought to that hotel room with Kunhang.

I checked my phone when I suddenly got a call from Daniel Jones. I was rather surprised and shocked after hesitating before I finally answered. “Hey Y/N, I heard what happened, can we meet up? I want to talk to you.” Daniel’s voice sounded concerning and overprotective, “sure let’s meet in my apartment at 1:00 PM,” I mumbled confusedly.

“You wanted to see me?–” I mumbled when Daniel suddenly hugged me tightly. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N.” He confessed as he looked into my eyes deeply. I bit my teeth together, not hugging him back or replying.

I didn’t want to see him after everything that has happened, I just wasn’t in the right state of mind.

“Namjoon told me about everything and what happened with Yoongi. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to save you,” Daniel said, holding my hand as I pouted.

“It’s fine, I’m over it… But Daniel I don’t think I’ll ever be in a relationship again. Not until I fixed myself and my mind.” I expressed, looking into his eyes as he leaned forward.

“I’ll be by your side until we get back together again. I realized what I had lost when we broke up. It made me realize how important of a person you are to me.” He confessed as I looked down, “thanks, Daniel…” I managed to mumble as I sighed.

“Do you need me to pay for next month’s rent or do you need any groceries?” Daniel asked as he was about to head out again. “No thanks, I’ve saved some money and I’m going to find a new job real soon.”

“Ok, take care,” he said, leaning in about to kiss me when I turned my head away, “sorry,” I rejected coldly as he let out a soft chuckle. “Ok, see ya later.”

“Hey, you’re back from Thailand? Wanna meet up?” I asked, speaking on the phone with Lisa as I was putting on some black stockings. “Great, let’s meet at City Hall station at 3:00 PM,” I said, hanging up as I put on some crimson red lip gloss.

“Omg, Lili!” I exclaimed, running into Lisa’s arms as I swept her off her feet as we were both laughing. “I missed you so much, how’s Rosie and the others?” She asked, locking arms with me as we walked around inside the “Daiso” store.

“It’s been okay, did Rosie tell you what happened to me?” I asked, tilting my head as she shook her head confused.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” Lisa said as I nodded, “I know, I shouldn’t involve myself ever again with the Mafia or such danger.” I expressed as I let out a soft chuckle.

“I mean it did sound like a lot of fun in beginning, didn’t it?” Lisa chuckled and smiled as we walked inside the “Gong Cha” boba tea cafe.

“I guess so…” I mumbled when I was about to order. “Hello and welcome, what can I do for you today?” A man asked when our eyes met and I felt my heart race.

It was him, Mr. Huang from yesterday. The angel who saved me.

“Yeah, can I get a large mango smoothie with tapioca, thanks,” Lisa said, smiling at me as I blinked. “Can I get a large taro milk tea with extra tapioca, please and thank you,” I said, looking down shyly. “Sure thing, they’ll be ready in 5 minutes. Please have a seat,” He said, smiling as he added tapioca to the plastic cups.

“What’s with you, Y/Nie?” Lisa asked, poking my forehead as I looked at her, “yesterday I was almost sexually assaulted and raped by some creep at night.” I mumbled, sipping on my taro milk tea. “That’s when he, I mean Mr. Huang saved me. We went to the station as he comforted me…”

“Shit, Unnie are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?” She whispered as I shook my head shortly. “I would rather not think about it, I’m just happy that Huang was able to get me out of that uncomfortable situation,” I confessed, sipping on my taro milk tea.

“Wow, what a sweet love story, Y/N,” She said, smirking as she was chewing the tapioca pearls. “Why don’t you go over there and ask for his phone number or something?” Lisa suggested as I choked a bit, “w-what are you saying, Lili?!” I whispered as she shrugged, “oh come on! You’re obviously crushing on him, so why not give it a chance?~”

“Because I’m with Daniel again…” I felt slight insecurity as I stated, “and I don’t need to make things more complicated for myself right now…” I said, looking over at the counter as Mr. Huang wiped it clean. His hair was set up in a small ponytail and some of his hair was styled in some cute braids.

He must’ve set it up himself, it suits him…

“Yah, Unnie, you’re the one staring at him so intensely, not me,” Lisa laughed as I pursed my lips around the plastic straw. “At least go there and thank him properly, also introduce yourself.” She added as I nodded and walked up to the counter.

“Excuse me, I forgot to pay earlier,” I said, fumbling with my wallet a little as Mr. Huang smiled. “No worries, credit card or cash?”

“Credit card, please, and thank you,” I mumbled before looking at him as he tilted his head slightly.

“Thanks for yesterday… It was really sweet of you, Mr. Huang,” I expressed, smiling at him as he bowed. “No need to thank me. I did it because it was the right thing to do. Uh, you seem to be looking better today.”

“Thanks, you look very nice with your hair styled like that… Um, my name’s Lee Y/N, you can call me Y/N.” I said, fluttering my eyes as his smile made me slightly shy. “What a pretty name, Y/N. I’m Huang Renjun, call me Renjun.”

“Thanks for today, bye,” I waved, leaving with Lisa as Renjun waved too.

“Omg! Y/N’s so flirty! You’re in a love triangle with Daniel Jones and handsome Huang Renjun! Hmm, maybe a threesome wouldn’t be bad?~” She teased as I sighed deeply, “look, Renjun and I don’t have feelings for each other. Also, I’m back with Daniel again. He seemed to be a better person and a responsible man now too. So I won’t cheat on him.” I expressed, walking to the station.

“What about you Ms. Manobon, didn’t you hook up with your childhood friend?” I asked, crossing my arms sassily as she giggled.

“Well turns out it wasn’t just a hook-up, because we’re actually dating now,” Lisa said, smiling as she showed me a picture of her boyfriend. “You do remember my childhood friend, Bambam, right?” She showed her lock screen with a cute picture of them.

So this is what he looks like now… Those two are very close. After all, they both grew up together in Thailand before coming to Korea.

“Wow, I’m so happy for you, Lisa. He seems to be a good guy,” I said, taking the bus as she giggled. “Of course he is, Y/Nie~ after all, I don’t date bad guys like you~” She joked as I shook my head, “you’re so done, Lili.” I threatened as she walked me to my apartment. “Thanks for today, Bae. I had a lot of fun, next time let’s meet up, all five of us.” I smiled and hugged her. “Yeah, Jennie is returning from France in a couple of weeks, let’s all meet up by then,” Lisa said, waving as she walked to the bus stop.

“Daniel, I’m home–” I said, taking my heels off as I placed them down when I noticed a pair of brown and somewhat cheap high heels.

There was something off about them, I had never seen or bought a pair like that before.

“Daniel… Are you here?” I asked when I saw many of my vases shattered and broken into pieces in the living room. Whiskey stains the floor and empty beer bottles on the couch.

What’s going on here, the money’s gone and it reeks of alcohol everywhere…

I grabbed the bouquet of red roses from the floor as I walked away from the living room.

Daniel wouldn’t do this to me. He promised to change after all… That’s why we got back together again.

I walked up the door to my bedroom as I noticed an E-cup-sized bra, stockings, and panties on the floor. I could feel my legs tremble with fear. Only fearing the worst I opened the door when I saw Daniel embracing and kissing some random girl in my very own bed. “Who’s that, Daniel?” The girl asked, staring at me up and down.

I dropped the bouquet as I was speechless by this whole situation. “You fucking asshole,” I said, feeling tears surround my eyes as I walked away. I put on my black heels and black leather jacket as Daniel had a pair of boxer briefs on. “Listen Y/N,”

“Don’t talk to me, Daniel.” I said, my voice beginning to shake and tremble with uneasiness.

“Just hear me out, okay?” He said, patting my shoulder as I lashed out, “don’t fucking touch me!” I screamed the tears rolling down my cheeks. “I don’t want to hear your lame and stupid excuses! I had enough!” I shouted.

One side of me always knew that Daniel was an unfaithful man and a liar. But another side of me always refused to believe that, it would be true.

However… I never thought that I’d have actually witnessed it like this.

“See? This is why I did this to you. Y/N.”

It was no nightmare nor an awful dream. It was the reality of my life and relationship.

“You’ve always been one crazy, stubborn, bitch. Never listening to me or obeying me like a good fucking bitch.” Daniel said, grabbing me by the chin as he glared at me coldly. “That’s why I did this. So you could feel my fucking pain for once.”

I shouldn’t let him tear me down and abuse me like this anymore…

“I let you live your independent life as a teacher at SNU so that everyone could adore you. I allowed you to go to parties with guy friends like Namjoon and Hoseok. I let you do everything and in return, you never did anything for me… You never made food for me, cleaned my room, or even appreciated me, let alone sleep with me.”

I shouldn’t allow him to walk all over me like this… I hate this more than anything else…!

“Whenever I tried to make a move on you or try to fuck you. You’d always complain that you have work to do or that you weren’t in the mood. And then you have the fucking nerve to ask how I got fired and why I came home all high, drunk, and fucked up on drugs, you bitch?!” He cussed and shouted, crumbling old school assignments of mine before tossing them on the floor.

“Shut the fuck up, Daniel Jones!” I screamed, throwing my black heel on the wall as I stomped on the floor. “I had enough of you and your stupid excuses! Why do you think that I was overworking myself?! After you got fired, I had to overwork myself and pay for our damn bills, groceries, and everything! You think having sex with me is the only way for us to communicate, you disgusting piece of shit!” I screamed, panting as I was beyond mad.

“You fucking bitch! I’m going to fuck some sense into you,” Daniel yelled, pulling me by the hair as he tried to kiss me when I slapped him as I put on my heel again. “Don’t fucking run, we’re not done here, you fucking whore!” He pulled me by the wrist when I kicked my knee in between his legs as he groaned and cursed. “Let go of me! You fucking asshole!” I yelled as I rushed down the stairs when he began to chase me.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” Daniel glared as he was right behind me when I looked as he was also heading downstairs. I jumped a few steps down when my left heel broke but I had to get away. I didn’t look back at all I was too stressed and angered that I didn’t think of dialing the police’s number.

I ran all the way as I made it to the “Gangnam” station as I was panting heavily. Why did this happen? Whatever, I should get away from this as fast as possible otherwise he’ll catch up to me. I looked back once as I noticed he wasn’t there. I suppose he went back to fuck that girl of his, hmmph.

I wiped the pathetic tears away but they kept coming back. I was beyond frustrated, hurt, and mad. I couldn’t control my emotions or how I felt. It began to rain as I shook my head, whimpering.

I stopped as I was in front of the stairs, staring at them dumbfoundedly. When the rain was pouring heavily.

What’s the point in anything anymore…? I feel like there’s no point to anything.

I turned away from the station as I stood there, feeling the rain get heavier and my hair completely soaked by it.

“What are you doing here, Ms. Lee Y/N?” A man said in his low voice as he was behind me, shielding the umbrella above my head. I turned around before mumbling, “Huang Renjun…” I said, staring at him in sheer confusion as I parted my lips, sighing. “Are you waiting for someone?” He asked as I wiped the tears away from my eyes.

“I… I don’t know…” I whimpered, looking down as I cried into my hands. “Did something happen?” Huang asked as I stood there dumbfounded, shaking my head, “my boyfriend, he… he cheated on me…” I cried as he clenched his fist, clearly angered when he pulled me into his chest.

“Let’s go…” Huang hugged me, rubbing my back softly, “let’s go to my apartment, there’s no need for you to cry over trash like that.” He comforted me as we entered his car and he drove us away to his place.

“Here,” Huang asked, handing me an empty cup as I looked in it. “Thank you…” I mumbled hesitantly. “Are you okay?” He asked, filling the cup with hot water as I drank a little. “I’m not…���

“I don’t know Huang… I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Silence fell between us when I glimpsed at him. “I’m sorry…” I said in a low voice, “don’t apologize, it’s okay,” I sniffed, rubbing my eyes. “It hurts… That feeling of loneliness… Being left in the sad rain. I know that feeling too.” Huang said as he had a sad expression.

After explaining what happened to me and Daniel. He hugged me, “forget about that bastard, he’s not worthy of your love. And he never will be.” He expressed as I nodded, looking down.

He handed me a pair of Puma jogging pants and a matching hoodie too. “You should take a hot shower otherwise you’ll catch a cold. Also, are you hungry?” He asked as I took the clothes and towel, “thank you, Mr. Huang,” I said.

“Renjun.” He said with a smile. “Hmm?” I mumbled. “Call me Renjun and I’ll call you, Y/N.” He said, patting my hair. “Okay, Renjun. I won’t take too long.”

“Lee Meílíng Y/N, huh?” He said as I was eating some Chinese chicken dumplings I nodded. Renjun chuckled as we watched a music video that he filmed with his friends. “What’s so funny? Do I not look Chinese to you?” I asked, pouting a bit as I drank some water.

“No, it’s just I didn’t think I’d meet another Chinese person. It sorta makes me happy,” He said as I scoffed, “well, I thought your name didn’t sound that Korean, Huang Renjun.”

“美伶, huh?” (Meílíng.) Renjun cooed as I pursed my lips together.

“Yeah, it’s my given last Chinese name. Not many people are aware that I’m half-Chinese after all. So most of the time I just go by Lee Y/N or at least here in Korea I do.”

“But in China, you’re Meílíng Y/N.” He added as I nodded. “Well, I’m the same way actually.”

“I actually go by my Korean name Hwang In Joon, but my real name is Huang Renjun. I don’t really tell my Korean classmates my real name since I’m studying hard to learn Korean.”

“Then why did you tell me your real name?” I asked, leaning a bit closer to him as our eyes met when he pursed his lips together. “That’s because… You’re someone that I can trust.” Renjun confessed as I blushed a bit. “Huang Renjun, how do I write that?”

He leaned a bit closer, taking a hold of my hand as he wrote down the Chinese characters for his name. “Like this, 黄仁俊.” (Huang Ren Jun.)

I smiled as he chuckled. “You have such a pretty name, Renjun.”

“What’s this song called?” I asked as he was playing the piano. “Life Is Still Going On,” Renjun said as he smiled at me. “Wasn’t that the song you and your friends performed earlier, in that video?” I asked, moving closer to him as he nodded.

“You really pay attention to the small details, huh? I like that about you, Y/N.” Renjun said, looking at me deeply as I folded my arms. “Well, of course, I do. The song’s really sweet and in a way comforting.” I mumbled, smiling at myself.

“You have a really nice voice and you play the piano so well too…” I expressed, sitting next to him. “You’re really talented and amazing, Renjun,” I confessed as he smiled brightly when I noticed his small dimple. “You’re also quite amazing. And very pretty too.” He mumbled, moving some strands of hair away from my eyes as we met. His warm hand cupped my cheek and I blushed red at his soft touch.

“You’re so pretty, why would someone as pretty as you cry over a douchebag like that?”

I was taken by surprise hearing him say that. I pursed my lips together when he pressed a soft kiss on my forehead.

Renjun’s like an angel. Whenever I’m in a bad situation he always manages to save me. I thought looking into his light brown eyes.

I dialed Hoseok’s number as I began speaking. “Hobi… I’m staying at my friend’s house. Could you stop by here tomorrow? There’s something you need to hear and know.”

“You sound a bit different, everything okay?” Hoseok asked as I hesitated to tell him the actual truth.

“Yeah, sorry, I was out in the rain earlier which is why I sound a bit weird,” I laughed it off nervously. “Okay. Good night and sleep well, Y/Nie. I’ll pick you up early in the morning, sweet dreams.”

“Are you sure it’s okay if I sleep here? I mean I don’t want to trouble you–” I mumbled, rubbing my arm. “–You’re not going back to that apartment are you, Y/N?” Renjun asked, taking off his t-shirt as I was a bit distracted and flustered by his fine body.

“I’m not… But I don’t want to be a burden to you…” I mumbled as he cupped my cheeks and looked at me. “You’re not a burden, please don’t go. I’m really worried about you. If anything ever happened to you I wouldn't ever be happy with myself.” Renjun expressed as I hugged him.

“Fine… I’ll stay here tonight.”

“Is it alright for me to sleep in your bed?” I asked, pulling the blanket over my legs as Renjun hummed. “Of course it is,” he mumbled, lying on a mattress beside the bed. “I don’t want you to catch a cold.” He said, resting his head on his left arm.

Even though it’s Renjun’s bedroom, he’s letting me sleep in his soft bed while he’s sleeping on the floor. “Sweet dreams, Y/N,” Renjun mumbled before closing his eyes. I glanced over at his handsome face and sighed.

“Goodnight, Renjun,” I mumbled, lying on my left side as I fell asleep.

It was Saturday the 16th of May 2020. When someone rang the doorbell as I opened the door. “Who’s this?” Hoseok asked curiously, tilting his head and looking at Renjun.

“Hobi–”

“–Erhmm, I mean Hoseok. This is Renjun, my friend.” I said as he greeted him by the door. “Actually, my Korean name’s Hwang In Joon. But you can call me Injoon or Renjun.” Renjun chuckled and bowed, then he shook his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Renjun, I’m Jung Hoseok. But call me Hoseok,” Hoseok said, smiling brightly.

I was eating breakfast when Renjun was playing the piano as Hoseok was dancing casually. “You’re a really great dancer, you execute the moves very sharp and nicely, Hoseok.” Renjun complimented him as Hoseok bowed. “Thanks, Renjun. You’re awesome too,” he added and smiled.

I’m glad Hobi is getting along with Renjun… I was really worried that he might’ve not liked him. I ate my Jianbing as I watched them closely.

“So what happened yesterday?”

“Your voice sounded unusual…” Hoseok spoke, drinking some warm soy milk. I looked down hesitating to answer his question when Renjun walked over, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Y/N… What’s wrong?” Hoseok asked worriedly. “You don’t have to tell him… if you’re not ready,” he said as my eyes looked up surprisingly. “...Tell me what?” Hoseok asked as he had a serious look fixated on me.

“I was really excited to see him and finally be together again…” I whimpered, “I… I thought he was actually going to change for once…” The tears formed around my eyes after explaining everything as Renjun patted my back.

“I know that I’m a difficult woman but he didn’t even feel the slightest empathy towards me… as his former lover and girlfriend…” I mumbled, wiping the tears away, “was I just an object to him?” Hoseok stood up, clenching his fists.

“Where is that bastard?” He demanded, “Hobi, don’t…” I sniffled as I pursed my lips together. “I’ll go and teach him a lesson–” Hoseok said, walking over to the shoe rack.

“–I don’t think that it would be a good idea, Hoseok,” Renjun said, leaning against the wall as he looked at him. “Renjun, you don’t know Daniel… the way I and Namjoon do–”

“–I know that.”

“–But… ignoring and going against Y/N’s wishes isn’t something that’ll make her feel better or happier.” Renjun expressed when Hoseok stopped. “I can’t let that bastard get away with hurting my childhood friend just like that…” he said, glaring at him. “I know, but Y/N needs us. She doesn’t want to get back at Daniel or for us to get back at him.”

“Y/N just needs us to be there for her now that she needs it the most…” Renjun confessed.

Renjun and Hoseok had left the apartment to give me some time to reflect and be alone.

I scrolled through the contacts on my phone, before sighing heavily. I was searching for Hyejin’s number as I found it and stared at it intensely. I knew that I had to tell the truth to my family eventually, the truth that Daniel and I had broken up…

I don’t want to do this… You have to do this, Y/N. My inner self fought as I shook my head. “Fuck! I’ll have to tell her the truth!” I pursed my lips together as I texted my sister.

Hyejin (big sis)

“Hey, Unnie can we talk if you have time?”

“Let’s Facetime”

“Sure thing, Y/N”

“I’ll call now.”

She dialed using Facetime. “What’s up, little sis?” Hyejin asked as I looked at my phone screen, “hey…” I mumbled, looking down a little, “how’s Shanghai and how are you doing?” I put on my low smile, getting eye contact with her. “Shanghai’s amazing and I’m enjoying my honeymoon with Hyukwoo…” I smiled, looking down again as I nodded.

“What about you, Y/N, are you okay?”

“Did something happen?”

“Yeah… Something did happen… Don’t tell mom or dad about this… Because I will tell them in person. I’m staying at a friend’s house right now. A lot of shit has happened.”

“Listen Y/N, don’t feel pressured to tell me anything. Just know that I’m here for you whenever you need it.” Hyejin said, smiling as I nodded, feeling my voice quiver, “Daniel and I broke up… We are no longer together…” I said, tears falling as I cried heavily. “I’m sorry about that, Y/N. Do you want to talk about it? I wish that I could give you the biggest hug right now.”

I explained the whole story of what’s been going on. “I thought that we finally could figure things out that we finally could fix our relationship and then he decides to cheat on me…” I whimpered, rubbing my eyes. “He’s the asshole, sis, but I hate to say this. But I’m rather relieved that you broke up with him.”

“Relieved…?” I asked in shock at her response. “I know that it sucks, but he was never a good boyfriend. I’ve always despised that piece of shit, he’s lucky that I’m not in Seoul right now to beat his ass.” Hyejin sneered, biting her teeth together as she had that scary expression of hers. I laughed slightly, it’s been a while since I saw that scary face of hers. “I also lost my job… due to a dating scandal…” I sighed, drinking water as Hyejin blinked her eyes. “Yah, Lee Meílíng Y/N what’s been going on?” She scolded me as I licked my lips before chuckling a little.

“A lot of shit has happened, Unnie. But I’m in the process of moving out of my apartment too.” She sighed, “yah, Y/N you’re driving me fucking crazy, you little shit–!” I smiled at her sudden voice change. “I know that you’re extremely worried about me right now but I promise I’ll tell you everything once I’m home in China. I’m just happy that you’re listening to me and my problems…”

Hyejin crossed her arms, looking at me disappointingly and sassily. “Unnie, don’t be mad.” I pleaded while looking at her. “I’m not mad, I just hate how you’re so stubborn like mom. And always bottle up your feelings and pretend everything’s going to be okay. I know that you feel like it’s none of my business and you feel like a burden, but I want us as sisters, to be honest with each other. I don’t need to know everything you do in your life but please remember that I’m here for you whenever you need it. You can always talk to your big sister, you know that.” I was speechless and taken back by her words and her constant reassurance.

“–Right Y/N?” Hyejin added, smiling as I nodded. “I know that. I know that I’m a stubborn woman and how difficult I am, but I hate the thought of others worrying about me, you know that too, Hyejin.”

“Did you file a police report on that fucker Daniel?”

“Noo…” I mumbled dumbfoundedly. There’s no way I would be able to tell her that I’ve been involved with the Mafia Gang and all that messed shit. As much as she’s my older sister I can’t bring myself to tell her what’s actually been going on. If I did, she’d definitely tell our parents!

“Then what are you going to do from now? You’re not staying in that apartment until he moves out, right?” Hyejin asked, raising her eyebrow as I spoke. “I’m going to remove my name from that apartment and I’ll ask Roseanne or Hoseok if I can stay at their place until I’ve found my own.”

“What about your job, are your savings enough, or do you need me to send some money?” Hyejin asked, propping her head to her hand as I nodded, “I do have a lot of money in my bank account, don’t worry, Unnie. This is my problem, I shouldn’t drag you into this mess, okay?” I smiled as she sighed, rolling her eyes. “When are you returning to China?”

“Maybe in a few weeks, I’ll be there?”

“I need to find a new job and I’ll definitely come and see you guys, okay?”

“Yeah, I wish you the best of luck, Y/N. Take care of yourself, okay?” Hyejin looked deeply at me as I did the same, I nodded and smiled.

“Don’t be so hard and harsh on yourself, okay?”

“Yeah, I know Hyejin. I’ll try my best, you know that. My stubbornness and fierce personality are what will get me through life and hardship!” I said, energetically clenching my fists.

“Right, I know that, you idiot. I love you no matter, okay?” She giggled at my pose and smiled. “I love you too, Unnie thanks for chatting with me, but I have to hang up now,” I said as she nodded. “See you.”

It felt good to chat with Hyejin, after all, she’s like my second best friend. I know that she’ll keep my secrets after all we’re sisters and I can always trust her.

Two weeks had passed since then… It was Saturday the 30th of May 2020. I was having my 5th shift at “Gong Cha”.

“Hey, what would you like to order today?” I asked as the customer told me their order. “Huang, one large taro milk tea, 30% sweet, no ice, lychee nata de coco, and tapioca. Also, one large jasmine milk tea with strawberry popping bobas, normal amount of sweetness and hot.” I read out loud the order to Renjun.

“Got it, Meílíng Babe,” He smiled, mixing the drink as I sighed. “Don’t call me babe,” I folded my arms as I added tapioca and lychee jelly to the cup and strawberry bubbles to the other one.

“Why so frustrated today, Meílíng?” Renjun asked as I sighed, “nothing in particular, also aren’t I older than you? Why aren’t you calling me Noona or Miss?” I demanded sassily as he chuckled.

“Alright, alright, Jie then treat me to lunch later,” Renjun said to me as I glanced at him, setting my hair up in a ponytail. “Fine. What are you in the mood to eat?” I asked as he moved some strands away from my face as looked into my eyes.

“Hotpot, Chinese hotpot,” He smiled, handing me the drinks as I smiled a bit.

“Alright, Ning can you handle the rest?” I asked, looking at her when she turned around and smiled sweetly, “当然!” (Of course!)

“Good, I’ll leave the rest to you then.” I smiled, hugging her as I put on my coat. “If there’s any trouble, just call me, okay?” I reassured her as Renjun put on his scarf. “Shall we go, Jiejie?” He asked, holding his arm out as I sighed, wrapping my arm around it.

“Oh my God, Y/N Jiejie and Huang Gege are dating!” Ning exclaimed as I sighed, “we’re not, Ning!” I protested as Renjun chuckled.

“Say hi to Chenle for me, Gege,” Ning said as he nodded and waved.

“Wow, what a nice restaurant!” I walked inside “Crystal Jade Restaurant” and was amazed by the place. “It’s actually one of my favorite Chinese restaurants here in Seoul,” Renjun said and sat down.

“I can see why,” I looked around to see the beautiful decor and admired the warm feeling of the smell. “What would you like to order?” The waitress asked, “the beef hot pot menu, please,” Renjun said, placing the menu cart down.

“How do you like working at “Gong Cha” so far?” He asked, looking at me as I smiled softly, glancing down. “I do. I’m really happy to work with Ning and you. Everyone is really amazing and friendly.” I confessed before looking at him.

“Thank you, Renjun…”

“There’s no need to thank me, you’re the one who got the job thanks to that well-written application you sent,” Renjun smiled, drinking some ice-cold water.

“Here is your food, please call me if you need anything else,” the waitress said as we both bowed. “谢谢你.” (Thank you.)

“You should try the beef shoulder, it’s really good,” I said, holding up the piece of meat as Renjun smiled and ate it. “Mhm, thanks Y/N - it’s excellent.” He nodded, licking his lips.

“Here, eat some vegetables too. The napa cabbage and shiitake mushrooms are really delicious,” Renjun said, handing me a bowl of them. “Thanks, wow! I haven’t had such good hot pot in a long time,” I mumbled, chewing my food.

“You look so cute when you eat. I can tell you really enjoy the food.” He chuckled, looking at me as I blushed a little. “Shut up… I just really love food.” I pouted flusteredly.

“Say when was the last time that you went to see your parents in China?” Renjun asked curiously. “It’s been exactly a year since I last visited them,” I mumbled, gathering my chopsticks as I looked at the blue sky outside.

“Then…” Renjun pressed his lips together before taking a hold of both my hands. “Would you like to go to China with me?” He asked, looking at me deeply.

I thought for a second before giving him my answer. “I would love to.”

I headed home to Hoseok as the two of them were waiting for me. “How was work today, Y/N?” Namjoon asked as I took off my sneakers and coat. “It was actually pretty okay. Also, I’ve already eaten dinner.” I walked inside the living room, taking off my sweater as I was wearing my BT21 t-shirt underneath.

“Ah… With Renjun - wasn’t it?” Hoseok mumbled, playing Just Dance 4 with him. “Mmh, we had Chinese hot pot. I’ll go clean the kitchen, Hobi,” I said, grabbing the vacuum, mop, and bucket.

He finished using the vacuum as he put it away. “Thanks for letting me stay here temporarily, Hobi until I’m moving into Rosie’s place soon,” I expressed, draining the excess water from the mop as I swept the floor.

“No worries, you can stay here as long as you love, Y/Nie~” Hoseok smiled, drinking some strawberry milk. “Heh heh thanks, Hobi, but I’ve missed seeing Rosie so I’m staying with her until I’ve moved into my new place.” Namjoon walked in, smiling, “heh, it’s been a while since you last visited your family, hasn’t it?” He asked as I turned around. “Actually… I’m planning on visiting them in China with Renjun,” I said when Namjoon walked in.

“That’s nice, it’s been a while since you last saw them, right?” He added, folding his arms and smiling as his dimples were showing. I nodded and finished cleaning the floor.

“So when will you travel?” Hoseok asked, taking the bucket and mop. “Mmh… not quite sure but maybe the first of June or the end of June? Renjun just asked me earlier.” I smiled, brushing my hair. “Sounds good,” Namjoon said, boiling some hot water for his noodles.

I had told all my friends about my breakup with Daniel Jones. However, I didn't tell my family about it other than my older sister Hyejin. I know that I’ll eventually need to tell my mother and father. But right now; I just want to work and tell them once I see them personally in China.

Somewhere in an expensive hotel in the Gangnam District…

“Kang, 4th floor and on your left,” a woman whispered into her earpiece, “got it,” she said before knocking out the guy with a syringe. The guy passed out as she grabbed his key card, before knocking out the CCTV with her gun. “Found that Jayden suspect, make sure to hack CCTV system for me, Son,” Ms. Kang commanded.

She walked into the hotel room as she searched through his belongings, she found his wallet and the folder she was looking for the whole mission. “Report to Kim, tell Boss that I’ve completed this mission. I’ve found what we’ve looked for.” She said before hanging up.

“Be careful Bangtan, we’ll meet very soon.” She said, staring at her reflection on the glass window, dragging the unconscious Jayden by the collar of his shirt into the elevator.

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[spasmsofthought]

flooding (t.h.)

Because sometimes working almost full-time hours as a part-time, minimum wage worker while trying to finish university through accelerated online courses and still trying to have some sort of life is exhausting, especially during a year-long pandemic. I needed some comfort today on my day off before going into a very, very long weekend of work and school. Hope you’re taking care of yourselves loves xx 

Warnings: Some mental health struggles, descriptions of feeling overwhelmed, stressed, and panicked.

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The screen of your laptop is all that you have been staring at for the past hour, and the tiny words etched into the pages of your online textbook have been blurring together for you don’t know how long. Fingers rest on the lettered keys but don’t move because you can’t muster the energy to make them. Your eyes drift down to the digital clock that rests in the bottom corner of the screen once again for what feels like the third time in the last thirty seconds. 11:59 PM the clock reads. You’ve only been home from work an hour. You’re still sitting here in your work uniform, the one that needs to go in the washer tonight or early in the morning because you’re not going to have time to do laundry this weekend. 

Tom’s on another continent, has been for the past week and a half, so there was no one to greet you tonight, so the promise of actual comfort after coming home from work wasn’t there. All that was waiting for you were papers and discussion board replies that are due in a few hours, a day at most. Your brain was already turning to mush just driving home tonight, having to deal with other human beings barking orders to you, filling orders, on your feet with two small 15 minute breaks and an unpaid 30 minute lunch all afternoon and evening. All you had wanted to do was take a shower and collapse in bed, but the two senior-level classes you have for this current 8-week session have been putting you through the ringer these past few weeks. There’s this knot of all these emotions expanding in your stomach, it’s been there all week, and you’ve had to push down the tears you’ve felt gathering in your eyes.  

It takes a second, as you are pulled away from staring at the screen and from your consuming thoughts, to realize that your phone is buzzing away on the table next to your laptop. On the screen is a cheeky little selfie of Tom with the options to accept or decline the call. 12:07 AM the screen also tells you at the very top in little white numbers. You hesitate for a second, wondering if you can get away with letting it go until it shows up as a missed call, but you swipe to accept the call and bring your phone to your ear. 

“Hi,” you say softly, trying to keep the emotion from bubbling over in your voice and from tears coming to your eyes. Your free hand taps against the counter, your body trying to find some way to release the energy that has been bubbling in you since before you even went to work today. 

“I thought you’d already be asleep,” Tom says, his voice light but a little groggy. It must be sometime in the morning and he’s getting ready to head out. 

“No,” you answer back, “I’m trying to get some coursework done.” A fingernail from a finger on your free hand comes to your mouth and you bite down on it for a second before pulling it away from your mouth. You always do this even though you’ve been trying to break the nervous habit. Your nails always look horrendous and sometimes they’re ripped to the point of no return when it gets bad enough. 

“What time is it there?” You hear some rustling from the end of his line, though you have no idea why. 

“A little after midnight...” You voice trails off because he knows you’re not one to stay up late unless you know you’ve got plenty of free time. But the reality of your situation is hitting you a little differently and you have to pull in a deep breath to keep some sense of control. 

“You’re supposed to be in bed already,” His voice is soft, tender. There’s no judgement but that fact doesn’t stop the shame from sinking like a stone in you. 

“I know,” Your voice comes out a little thick and you try to swallow the lump forming in your throat, “but I’m trying to get some homework done because the schedule dropped only a few hours ago and they have me working all weekend. I only have tonight and tomorrow morning to finish the stuff that’s due in three days.” It’s like the words coming spilling out and there goes any hope you had of trying to catch a few minutes with him before going back to staring at your computer screen. There’s a few beats of silence, because Tom isn’t in university right now and this is a conversation you both have had before. His life is so different, and while his own schedule can totally cause some similar feelings, sometimes your lives feel like opposite ends of the same spectrum. 

You still need to run to the post office and go to the grocery store and you feel this oncoming sense of panic, like your body is overloading because it is overwhelmed with all the information and deadlines it is trying to process. Even though your brain knows everything’s going to end up okay, everything else feels like it’s telling you the opposite. 

“It’s going to be alright,” He tells you, trying to reassure you as best as he can from miles and miles away. 

“I wish you were here,” You finally cry, letting some tears well up and fall. The tears don’t really help but at the same time, it feels nice to have a little bit of release. You’re at the end of your rope. 

“Me too, love, but it’s going to be alright,” You have a hard time believing him, but he’s never lied to you before. “You’re going to be okay.” You sniff as the tears keep running, swiping your cheeks and nose as best you can. 

“You’re going to be okay,” He says again as you try to take a deep breath in. You inhale and exhale again. “You have survived these feelings before and you’re going to survive them again.” 

Your computer screen has gone dark because you’ve spent an unknown amount of time on the phone and several minutes with your eyes closed. You don’t reach for the mouse to wake it up just yet. 

“Why don’t you,” He voice begins, almost like a caress, “take a shower and then call me back, yeah?” 

Your free hand comes to your forehead as you nod before you remember he can’t see your face. “Okay,” you say audibly. 

“You’re going to be alright. Call me back.” 

“I love you.” 

You hear him exhale a little as he replies, “I love you. You’re going to be okay.” 

A very small part of you starts to believe him. 

[cocofandomfriendly]

Hello everyone! So some folks over in the Marigold Bridge server have been asking about doing another event, since the Secret Santa we did last December went pretty well. And since Coco Day, February 27th, is coming up, doing an event soon seemed like a good idea. But... things like Secret Santas and other such exchanges take a lot of time and planning! So... I thought we could do something else--a different type of event, and one I've run before for other fandoms.

A Fandom Friendly!

What's a "Friendly?"

A friendly, according to the Wikitionary, is "a game which is of no consequence in terms  of ranking, betting etc." In this case, it's a competition with no winners or losers--this is purely for fun!

What is the Coco Fandom Friendly?

The Coco Fandom Friendly is a relaxed, week-long, fandom-wide competition (so you do not need to be a member of the server in order to participate) that fandom members of all ages and levels of skill can participate in. It also does not require any type of stressful commitment--either you participate or you don't! Essentially you will create a fanwork (or fanworks) of any kind about your favorite character(s), and the characters that get the most love win!

Wait, so the CHARACTERS win? Not one of the participants?

That's right! The participants do not win or lose! In this competition, you are not fighting against anyone else. Instead, you are trying to help your favorite characters win by creating fanworks of them!

Is there a prize of any kind?

Not really--just the excitement of participating in a fandom event, and knowing that you helped your favorite characters in a competition.

What kind of fanworks are allowed?

Anything! They can be art, writing, music, animation, photography, fan videos, etc. Entries can also be gen (no shipping), or feature nearly any ship (with some exceptions--see below). AUs and fancharacters are perfectly fine as well! Just make sure it relates to Coco, of course.

Is there anything that's not allowed?

Yes. There are a few things that are UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES allowed:

1) Not SFW entries of any kind (this is an all-ages competition, so please keep it tasteful!) 2) Entries using other people's art or writing (such as a fanvid that uses other people's artwork) 3) Entries involving any ships that feature incest or adult/child ships (I don't think I need to elaborate here)

Can I submit things I've created in the past?

Nope! Your entries must be completed during the week of the competition, which will be February 21st through February 27th.

But what if I'm not good at art/writing/anything??

It doesn't matter how good or bad you are! The only thing that matters in this competition is how much time you put into what you make! That's why you will earn points based on how much time you spend on your entries.

When you work on your entry (or entries--you can make as many as you want!), you need to time yourself (using a stopwatch app, an actual stopwatch, or just looking at a clock to see when you started and when you finished), and then when you post the entry, you will say how many minutes you spent on the piece, and what characters are in it. Each minute you spend on the piece is worth half a point.

For example, say you spend an hour working on a fanfic about Héctor and Imelda. That's 60 minutes, and with each minute being worth half a point, that's thirty points for each character (so 30 points for Héctor and 30 points for Imelda--it's not split!).

Is there a limit to how many points we can earn?

Yes--you can only earn up to 100 points per character (which would mean spending like... not quite 3.3 hours on something). So don't feel the need to only earn points for one character--you can earn points for as many characters as you want! Share the love!

How do I submit an entry?

Any time between February 21st and February 27th (so, starting at midnight, EST, on the 21st, and ending on 11:59 PM, EST, on the 27th) you can post your entry with the following formatting:

Coco Fandom Friendly Entry [Title] Characters: ____ Minutes

As well, YOU MUST TAG THE POST WITH #COCOFANDOMFRIENDLY ! This is extremely important!! If you don't, I might not see your entry!!

What characters are we earning points for?

The characters are split into three categories, and there will be a winner for each. These categories are...

Primary Miguel Héctor Imelda Ernesto

Secondary Elena Coco Óscar & Felipe Julio Rosita Victoria Chicharrón Pepita Dante

Minor Enrique Luisa Socorro Manny & Benny Rosa Abel Carmen Berto Gloria Franco Gustavo Frida Ceci Emcee Misc. Alebrije (includes fancharacters) Misc. Character (includes fancharacters)

In order to earn points for the characters, they must be involved in the piece, and you must list them by name in the entry format. In order for them to be involved in the piece... it depends on what kind of piece you’re doing--for art, the character just has to be in the picture. For something like writing or fanvid, however, a brief mention or glimpse of a character doesn’t count--the piece has to focus on those characters.

So... I think that covers everything! Remember, don't start working on your entries until February 21st at midnight EST!

If anything about these rules seems unclear or if you have any other questions, feel free to send an ask to this blog, and I'll help you as best as I can.

[houseof-harry]

What Happens in Jersey | G.D.

A/N - hey guys! this is my first time posting anything I’ve written on tumblr so pls forgive me if it’s total shit.  I’m super excited to hear any feedback and if you would be interested in a second part or something!!!

Word count: 5K

Warnings: smut

Summary - Y/N is in New Jersey with her college friend for the week of New Years.  She takes a particular liking to Grayson Dolan, but only plans for it to be a one time thing.  But things never go as planned.

It would be safe to say you were a bit of a nomad.  You had grown up in a small town and decided to go to college far away from there.  Once you left, your parents wanted out too.  However, you never had any interest in sitting in the middle of the mountains with them while you were on breaks, so you found yourself bouncing around from place to place, never really staying with anyone for more than a couple of weeks.

That’s how you ended up in New Jersey with your best friend from school.  Jessie was kind enough to let you stay with him the last few weeks of your winter break.  You were excited because after spending time with your whole family, you would finally be able to just hang out with your friends again.  Or Jessie’s friends, rather.

You and Jessie were seniors this year, and you had no idea where post-graduation would take you.  That’s why you’re soaking up every minute with him while you can.  His friends were all super welcoming of you and have made you feel like you were meant to be there with them all the time.  After hanging out with them all week, you were exciting to be spending New Year’s Eve with them, too.

“Do you know what you’re going to wear for New Year’s yet?” Jessie asks, pulling you from your train of thought.

“No, I still have to go through what I brought with me.  How fancy do you guys usually go?”

“It’s pretty casual.  The girls wear jeans and a cute top, nothing crazy.  I’m gonna wear jeans and a t-shirt.”  He shrugs, looking back down at his phone.  You walk over to your bag to look for the perfect top.  You were hoping that one of his friends would finally make a pass at you, so you wanted to dress the part.  Not just any of his friends, though.  Grayson Dolan specifically.

Grayson had been particularly nice to you since you’d come to town.  You hoped you weren’t reading into it too much and that he was actually interested because if you were being honest, it had been a minute since you’d had any action.  That’s all you needed.  No strings, not even a second night together.  Just something to end the dry spell that came along with the stress of trying to graduate college.

You pulled out a gold sequined top.  It showed plenty of chest without being too scandalous and always looked good paired with the black jeans you had packed.  You pulled the jeans out along with a pair of heels and got Jessie’s attention.

“Do you think this’ll look good?”  You ask him, looking down at the outfit and then back up at him.

“Yeah, that top always looks good on you.  Who’re you trying to impress?” He jokes, already knowing the answer.  Jessie is always up to date on your romantic life (or lack of one), and could tell immediately that you had taken a liking to Grayson.  He seemed to think Grayson had taken a similar liking to me, which is the whole reason you have your hopes up in the first place.

“You know why.”  You roll your eyes and put the clothes on top of your bag.

“He’s gonna go crazy for you in that, don’t worry.”  Jessie let out a bit of a sigh before you stood up.

“I’m gonna take a shower.  Movie after before we go to bed?”  You ask.

“Sure.”  He responds, not looking up from his phone.

You go to the bathroom, ignoring the frown that seemed to be on his face.

***

You were finishing putting on your mascara when Jessie walks into the room.

“Ready to go?”  He asks you while looking at himself in the mirror, adjusting his shirt.

“I guess so.”  You finish and put your makeup away, standing up and twirling around.  “How’s the finished look?”

He gives my body a once over, his eyes lingering on the shape of my body.  “Good,” is all he says.

“Just good?”

“Y/N, you always look amazing, you know what I meant.”  He rolls his eyes.

“Whatever, let’s go.”  You say, choosing to ignore his gesture with his eyes.  You walk down the stairs and outside, grabbing your jacket on the way.  Ethan and Grayson are waiting outside in their car.  When they see you approach, Ethan opens the window to greet you guys.

“There they are.  Ready for a new year?” He asks as you approach.

“More than you know.”  You smile at him and Jessie opens the back door.  You climb in and slide over so he can get in too.  You shiver and close your jacket more, holding it tight to your body.  Grayson smiles at you guys through the rear-view mirror and that’s it.  Maybe you had been reading too far into his kindness.

“Whose house are we going to again?”  You ask.  

“Drew’s.  His parents are at their friend’s house in Rhode Island,” Jessie says.  You nod, clearly not remembering which one Drew is. “The one who goes to Penn State,” he clarifies.

“Oh, right.”  You smile at him.

The car falls quiet for a while, which is unusual for you and Jessie and you can only assume it’s even more odd for Ethan and Grayson, but you guess everyone is tired and needs a moment of silence before entering the hectic last couple of hours of this year.

“We’re almost there,” Ethan says as he turns into a residential area.  It feels like he’s trying to calm the weird tension in the car, but you don’t know why it’s so awkward to start.

Before you can question it further, Ethan pulls up behind a bunch of other cars parked on the street and he turns the car off.  You hop out on Grayson’s side and shut the door.  You both wait for the other boys to walk around the side of the car before you head down the street.

“So, you’re not gonna drink?”  You ask Grayson, who you had fallen into step next to.

“I haven’t decided yet.  Ethan probably won’t, though, that’s why we offered to drive you and Jess in the first place.”  He gives you a smile and you nod back.

“I can’t lie, after my New Year’s Eve record I probably should chill too.”  You laugh, shaking your head.  “Maybe I won’t drink much tonight, either.  It would be cool to remember the beginning of this year.”

Grayson laughs while rubbing his mouth with his hand.  “Do you not remember the past few New Year’s?”

“Not fully, no.  I’m not even a crazy drinker, but there’s something about New Year’s that makes me want tequila like it’s water.  And tequila never ends well.”  You shudder, thinking about all the times it’s done you wrong.

“Yeah, maybe it’s more of a champagne year for you.”  He nudges you with your shoulder.

 “Maybe you’re right.”  You nod as you walk into the house.

***

It’s safe to say it was not just a champagne night for you.  You were 5 shots in at 11 pm when you decided to cool it.  Well, cool it the best you could.  You weren’t trashed but you also definitely weren’t sober.

“How’s your champagne?”  Grayson walks over to you while you’re sitting on the couch alone, watching everyone else interact.

“Unless champagne has started to taste like tequila, then not very good.”  You laugh at your own joke, covering your mouth.  He laughs as well, and you can’t tell if it’s with you or at you.

“Do you think you’ll remember tonight?”  He raises his eyebrow, sipping from his own cup.

“Oh yeah, I’m about half as drunk as I was last year.  I think the issue is that tequila makes me way too brave, one shot or ten” you sigh, looking at him.  He looks good tonight.  His long hair really suits his sharp facial features.  His light facial hair makes him look a bit older than he is, but in a good way.  A hot way.  And his lips look pink and soft, and you could just lean up and kiss them if you really wanted to.  You shake your head as if that will physically remove the thoughts from your brain.

“What?” He giggles, watching your every move.

You’re looking at him with your mouth open now.  You can see the flush of his cheeks and the drowsiness of his eyes.  You gasp.  “Are you drunk?”  

He stutters for a moment and you grab the cup from his hand, giving it a sniff.

“Is this a vodka soda?” You give it a sip, feeling the bubbles of the soda go down your throat with the bite of the vodka mixed with it.  “Living on the wild side tonight, I see.  Is Ethan still good?” You laugh, handing him his cup back.

“Ethan is not in the most sober state, either.  And you know Jessie is already messed up.  I think we might all just sleep here, if that’s okay.”  His eyes scan the room before he slumps back, unable to find his brother or his friend.  You lean back right next to him, your shoulders touching.

“Yeah, that’s okay.  You’re gonna have to steal clothes from Drew for me to sleep in, though.”  You look at his side profile, scanning his face.  He really did look good tonight. You see his cheeks heat up a bit more.

“What’re you looking at?”  He asks, now turning to face you, too.

“Your cheeks get really red when you’re tipsy.”  You giggle, poking his cheek.  His nose is almost so close you could touch it with yours.

“It’s not because of the vodka.”  He says rather confidently.  You raise your brow.

“Oh yeah?  What is it then?”

“The pretty girl sitting next to me on the couch.”  He turns to face forwards again with a bit of a smirk, sipping from his cup again.  You can feel heat rushing to your face and chest. His eyes drift over to you again. “Clearly it happens to you too.”  He sounds a bit victorious in his declaration, and you don’t know if it’s your brain or the tequila that tells you what to say next.

“Kiss me.”  You blurt out and then quickly cover your mouth.  Yeah, it was definitely the tequila who said it.

He sucks in a breath and looks at you again, his eyes dark.  “It’s only 11:30, you’re gonna have to wait another half hour for that.”  With that, he stands and walks back into his group of friends, leaving you shocked on the couch.

***

Everything past midnight is a blur.  Not because of the extra tequila shot you took after your conversation with Grayson, but because of the kiss he gave you after the countdown.  It was hot, needy, and purposeful.  It didn’t take long after that for everyone to decide where they were sleeping and settle down.  Most people were too drunk to even care if they slept in a bed or not.  Jessie told you he would get a guest bed for you to share, but you don’t even remember where he said to go because Grayson was looking at you from across the room and everything else disappeared.  You nodded at Jessie so that he’d walk away and you could finally go talk to the man whose consumed your mind all night.

“Excited for your sleepover with Jessie?”  He asks sarcastically while keeping the charming smile on his face still.

You shrug. “I mean I guess.  There’s a different sleepover I’d be more excited for, though.”  You do your best to keep your gaze at him innocent while you bite your lip.

“Oh yeah?  Which one is that?”  He moves to stand next to you as if to survey the room to see who you want to be in bed with tonight.

“Oh my god you’re really gonna make me say it out loud, aren’t you?” You laugh, crossing your arms and turning to look at him again.

“Say what?  I’m just an innocent man trying to help a pretty girl out.”  He does his best to hide smile but fails.  This is the second time he’s called you pretty tonight, and it is definitely the second time it has made you feel butterflies.

“Shut up and show me where you’re sleeping.”  You nudge him with your shoulder.

“Unfortunately, I think Ethan and I are being forced to sleep on the living room couch together.”  He rubs the back of his head, his confidence faltering for a second.

“Well then that’s what bathrooms are for, right?”  You sound hopeful while trying not to be desperate.  You don’t want to sound too needy before he’s even taken your pants off.

He smirks at you, putting his hand on the small of your back to start guiding you up the stairs.  “You read my mind.”  Before you know it, he’s opening the door to a large bathroom and letting you go in first.

You look at your surroundings, taking in the fancy bathroom décor that you thought was unnecessary but still nice.  Grayson stood behind you, watching you look around the room.  “Are we here to admire the shell soap?”  He chuckles.

You turn to him.  “What, you don’t think it’s cute?”  You giggle, picking up one of the shells to hold between you two.

“I mean sure, but I’ve got my eye on something else in here.”  He wraps one hand around your waist, turning you both to face the mirror.  You can feel his bulge when you press back against him, looking into his eyes through the mirror.

“Is it the seahorse soap dispenser?”  You bite your lip and put the shell pack where you grabbed it from.

“You’re really gonna make me say it out loud?”  He mocks you, a humorous glint in his eyes.

You put your arms over his one on your abdomen.  “I guess you didn’t make me.”  You smile, turning in his grasp.  You put both your hands on his shoulders while leaning back on the counter.  Grayson puts his hands on your hips, taking a step closer to you.  You can feel his warm breath on your face as you are forced to tilt your head up more to keep eye contact with him.

“I can still say it if you really wanna hear it.”  He leans closer to you, nipping at your ear.  You take in a breath, waiting for him to continue.  “I’ve got my eye on the pretty little thing that I plan to fuck on this counter until she forgets what year it is.”

This instantly makes you giggle.  “It works in your favor it’s a new year, I already forgot about it.”

“Now that I’ve reminded you, let’s make you forget again.” And that’s when you knew you were fucked in the best way possible.  His lips dragged along your jaw to your mouth, kissing you like you were the only girl in the world.  You fully wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you as he kisses you deep and hard.  His hands travel down to your ass, pulling your center as close to him as possible.  After he gives you a squeeze he brings one of his hands around to start unbuttoning your jeans.  You pull your mouth away from his for a moment, leaving both of you breathless.

“You’re okay with this, right?  You’re not too messed up right now or anything?” He asks as he rests his forehead on yours.  Your hands go down his shoulders to rub his arms.  A smile manages to show up on your face.

“Yeah, I’m good.  Are you?”  

He laughs before looking back you.  “More than good.”  And with that he’s kissing you again.

Grayson does his best to finish unbuttoning your pants while still keeping your lips connected.  Once he is successful, he breaks away from you to go down and take your heels off.  He struggles a bit with the straps, making your giggle.

“It’s not as easy as it looks, huh?”  You tease him, lifting your foot when he finally gets one off.

“That was fucking stupid,” he groans, already focusing on your other shoe.  He manages to slip that one off quicker than the last, his hands now eagerly going into the loops of your jeans to pull them off as well.  

Before you know it, he’s standing between your legs again and his lips are moving along your neck, his hands holding your hips in place.  You tilt your head back to give him more room to work his lips, gripping his biceps.  Grayson takes a second to breathe, his breath heating your skin up as you think about what he’s going to do to you.  He takes this moment to remove your shirt over your head.  

When he was met with your bare skin, his eyes popped out of his head.  “Here’s to starting the new year off right,” he laughs, barely giving you a second to react to what he said before your nipple was in his mouth.  You head falls back as you let out a quiet moan, gripping the back of his head.  He moves one of his hands to roll your neglected nipple between his fingers, causing you to moan again but louder this time.  “Gotta stay quiet, pretty girl,” he mumbles against your chest.

“Sorry, just feels good,” you breathe out, closing your eyes.

“Pull on my hair when it feels good,” he mumbles, slowly moving to his knees in between your legs.  This makes you roll your head forward to watch as he takes in the wet spot covering your center.  “How long have you been thinking about me?” He smirks at you.

“Are you gonna question it or are you gonna do something about it?”  You giggle, securing your hand in the back of his hair, pushing him forward and closer to your core.  

“You’re right, I’ll take what I can get,” he huffs out onto your inner thigh, leaving light kisses there.  If he was being honest, he hadn’t gotten any in a while either.  Grayson was just as eager as you to be with you like this.  That’s why he didn’t waste any time swiping his tongue over your slit, still being able to taste you despite the layer of lace between you two.  He lets out a guttural moan, loving the fact he was between your legs right now.  He wasted no time in tapping your thighs to get you to lift yourself up enough for him to take your panties off.  As the cold air hits you, your legs instantly try to shut.  Grayson tisks, shaking his head and pushing you wide open, gripping your thighs tightly with his calloused hands.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, his eyes not leaving your pussy.

“We don’t have to do that whole thing if you don’t wanna,” you mumble, your cheeks heating up.

“What whole thing?” Grayson looks up at you, confused.

“You don’t have to compliment me and stuff,” you look away from him, starring at the wall.

“Hey, look at me,” he squeezes your leg, his eyes soft when you meet them again.  “Everything I say, I mean.  And I’m saying it because I want to, not because I think you wanna hear it,” he smiles up at you.  You take a second to breathe, not expecting to hear that from him.  No guy you had slept with had ever been so considerate before.  Hell, none of them had ever been ready to eat you out.  

You let out a flustered, “thanks,” before his focus was back on your core.  He licks slowly up from your hole to your clit, making you grip his hair a bit harder already.  He focuses on your clit, sucking and licking it like it’s his last meal.  It takes everything in you not to moan loudly, but you manage to just breathe harder instead.  Grayson moves one of his hands to your slit, his fingers running up and down while he continues to lap at your clit.  It’s when he slides one of his fingers in when you let out a whine, gripping his hair so hard he can’t help but let out a groan of his own.  He pumps his finger in and out slowly, making you go crazy.  “More, faster, anything,” you breathe out, shifting your hips around.

Grayson removes his lips from you while continuing the movement of his finger.  He looks up at you.  “Feeling greedy, pretty girl?” He smirks as he stands up, removing finger and causing you to pout.  It hits you how he is still completely dressed while you’re totally naked.

“Take your clothes off,” you bite your lip, ignoring his comment.  Your own hand goes between your legs, rubbing over your clit gently.

Grayson’s eyes bug out while he watches your movement, before he snaps out of it and pulls his shirt off over his head.  He quickly throws it down and begins to work at his pants as you start to squirm.  All of a sudden, he stops, his pants around his knees.  “Do you have a condom?”

“Me? No.  You don’t?” You ask, your fingers slowing as reality begins to hit you.

“Are you on the pill?” He asks hopefully.

You look away for a moment, not really sure what to say.  Of course you were, but you don’t know this kid.  Raw dogging it on the first date isn’t really your style.  Hell, this isn’t even a date.

“I’m clean,” he brings you back to reality, reading your thoughts.  You lean back, deciding on what’s best to say next.

“I don’t know that for sure.  And how do you know I’m clean?”  You ask.

“Let’s make a deal.  If we end up catching anything from each other, the person who caused it pays for whatever treatment the other needs,” he holds his hand out, ready to shake on it.  You look at him like he’s crazy.  “I know I’m not giving you anything, and as long as you’re as confident as me, you should be shaking my hand right about now.”

You hesitate before taking his hand in yours and shaking it twice before pulling him back between your legs.  You push his underwear down to where his pants are, your jaw dropping when his dick finally comes out.  You assumed he would be well endowed, but nothing like this.  What if it didn’t fit?

He chuckles deeply, as if he can read your mind again.  “Is that a good look of fear?”

“Definitely,” you giggle, looking up at him as you lick your hand before wrapping it around his base, pumping up and down a couple of times.

“Oh fuck,” he whines, gripping your thighs and closing his eyes for a minute.  “No, no.  Gonna fuck you,” he grips your wrist, taking your hand off him.  Both of your hands move behind you as you lean back a bit, waiting for him to take charge again.  Grayson wraps his hand around himself so that he can drag his tip up and down your slit.  Before you can get used to the feeling he’s pushing in and you’re groaning.  Loudly.  So Grayson does what his instincts tell him to and he covers your mouth with his hand.

He leans in and whispers in your ear, “is this okay?”  You nod as he bottoms out.  Your eyes clamp shut as you take a second to adjust.  His free hand moves to your thigh, rubbing It gently.  

“Ready?”  He asks and you nod again.  He pulls out almost completely before slamming his hips back into you, making your eyes roll back into your head.  He was stretching you out in the most delicious way, and Grayson felt it too.  Your walls were hugging him so tightly, your juices dripping down onto the counter.  He rests his forehead on yours, hand still clamped over your mouth as he does everything in his power not to moan.  You just felt really good, he hasn’t felt this good in a long time.

His hand moves from your thigh to your clit while he continues to move in and out at a quick pace.  Sweat begins to drip down his forehead, mixing with the sweat collecting on yours.  You can feel his dick nudging that special spot inside you on every thrust and it’s overwhelming.  You’re whining into his hand, breathing hard out of your nose.  He’s still rubbing your clit at the same pace he’s fucking you and it’s the best combination.  Your breathing quickens and he moves his mouth close to your ear.  “You gonna cum?” You nod profusely, your toes curling as your heels dig into his ass to make sure he goes as deep as he can.  

It feels like a wave of pleasure crashing over you when you finally cum.  Your legs are shaking around Grayson’s waist as groans come from deep within your throat.  He can feel you clenching around him, your juices continuing to flow out of you around him.  He can feel it on his balls as it drips out of you and it makes his eyes roll into the back of his head.  Soon he’s pulling out of you, the hand that was once covering your mouth going to his dick as his cum covers your stomach.  You both sit there unmoving, just trying to catch your breaths.  You rest back on your hands as you giggle a bit, finally looking at him.

“How’re you feeling?”  He asks.  This makes your cheeks even more red than they already were.  No one had been concerned about you after you already finished sex.  It was kind of nice.

“Really good,” you sigh out.  “You?” You watch as he gets some tissues and he starts wiping his cum off you.  

He smiles. “Really good,” he nods along as he finishes cleaning you up.  When he goes to throw the tissues out, you laugh because he has to waddle due to his pants still being half on.  You’re sliding off the counter when you have to hold the edges to not fall over.   He turns to look at you confused.  “What?”

“You never even got your pants off.”

He looks down and chuckles, pulling his pants back up, but not buttoning them.  “Guess I didn’t.”

You start to pick up your clothes when you pause.  You had nothing to sleep in here, and you weren’t about to sleep in the shirt and jeans you came in.  Jessie would probably be down to give you his shirt, but he was also probably asleep.

“Here,” he hands his shirt to you.  You look up at him for a second before you reach for the shirt.

“Thanks,” you smile at him, putting your clothes back down and slipping the shirt over your head.  It barely hit the top of your thighs, but it’s better than walking around totally naked.  You slip your panties on under the shirt.  Grayson stands there a bit awkwardly, watching you get dressed.  You grab your shirt and hand it out to him with a smirk on your face.  “Wanna sleep in this?”

Grayson laughs and shakes his head.  “Something tells me that would be uncomfortable,” he eyes the sequins, shivering while imagining them against his skin.

You giggle and nod, gathering your jeans and shoes into your hands.  “You’re right, it’s not.”

You bite your lip, unsure if you should just say goodbye and dip or what.  Grayson interrupts these thoughts when he steps up to you, grabbing your chin and kissing you one more time before he says, “I should probably head to bed.”

You nod in agreement.  “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

“You were…this was…I enjoyed that,” he laughs.  You smile at him as he walks out.  You look out the door to make sure no one is there before you start opening every door to find where Jessie is.  You slide into the bed as quietly as possible and fall right asleep.

***

Ethan and Grayson had left by the time you got up.  One of Jessie’s other friends drove you guys home once you were ready to leave.  Life went on as normal after that.

You and Jessie went back to school.  Every semester feels like a nice fresh start, even with the sadness knowing it was your last.  You and your friends at school were making every minute of it.  Which is why you were disappointed when you were feeling under the weather a couple of weeks into it.  You woke up every morning feeling fatigued and nauseous.  You assumed it was the school work getting to you.  Four years and you’d think you’d be better equipped to deal with the stress.

However, when you started throwing up every morning, you panicked.  You throw up once in a blue moon.  You have a stomach of steel.  When that lasted for an entire week, you decided to go to the clinic. They ask all the usual questions, including if you think you’re pregnant.  You tell them there’s a minimal chance but they decide to test you anyway just to be sure.

When the doctor walks back in, they have a smile on their face.  “Your pregnancy test came back positive.”

Suddenly you felt nauseous again, but not like all the previous mornings.  How could you be pregnant?  He pulled out, you’re on birth control.  And that’s when you remember.  You didn’t take it a for a couple days after New Year’s Eve because you had run out of your current pack and your next pack was at school.  You hadn’t noticed your missed period because your birth control had made it almost non-existent to start.

The doctor continues to speak but you only hear the blood rushing through your ears as pure panic sets in.  You don’t even have Grayson’s number.  He’s a fucking LA YouTuber, he wasn’t even on the same coast as you.  You weren’t even friends.

As soon as you get out of the doctor, you call Jessie.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?”

You’re blinking back the tears as you walk to your car.  “I need to tell you something.”

***

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Average hours of sleep: I have terrible insomnia so it really depends on the kind of day im having i can do 0-3, 5-7, or 9-12 lmao

Instruments: I played cello since I was a kid but haven’t been able to seriously play since high school - I really want to pick it back up again, and I play some bass but I practice every couple of months when i have enough wine lol

What am i wearing: A shirt I wore to work today, and joggers bc I couldn’t handle wearing my dress pants any longer after I got home.

Dream job(s): I’d love to make a living off of my writing one day, at one point I really wanted to say fuck it and be a screenwriter, but now I keep it as more of a hobby. I’d also more realistically like to work in publishing.  

Dream trip: I would love to go back to Italy - specifically the Amalfi coast because that is where my family is from. I got to spend a few days in Sorrento where my great great grandparents lived when I graduated high school. If anything I’d like to live there lol i want to explore the area a bit more - we stopped at pompeii and capri and I wish I could spend some more time there

Favorite food: ive been obsessed with grilled cheese and tomato soup recently - its been a struggle meal but a good one

Nationality: American

Favorite song: Ah this changes so much but I’d say either Aphasia or Darkess by Pinegrove. Those two have been stuck in my head since early fall and I cant get them to go away lol

Last book i read: I think it’s probably twilight tbh a month or two ago I was going to try to reread them all before I read midnight sun and have yet to finish the rest bc of school - might pick it back up on vacation next week

Top 3 fictional universes I’d like to live in: atla, percy jackson, and in general i wish I existed on the same plane as a main character in a jane austen novel

Tagging: @sukkadeservedbetter, @lordmomohismomoness @gemgirl28, @silversandwichbites

[159potterhead]

Oh! I'm just dumb. I woke up today and I didn't saw any post from you so I went through your blog and their were a few post so I scrolled like crazy to get down and then it started showing posts frm 2 days ago and I thought maybe my ask got lost again. I think I might have scrolled past this one and assumed wrong.

Sorry for late reply bestie :DD To wrap up within few words my day is just me complaining and wanting to go to sleep. I wake up early for classes and stuff and I log in Tumblr ao3 and good docs while sitting in class then if I get time I try to continue that fic but I just lack motivation all I do is stare at the screen. Then we have a little break and the same thing continues till 5 pm. Then rest of my day goes with watching tv while doing file work and assignment and me complaining again. We have this presentation thing in afternoon where students have to prepare different topics so at night I prepare notes and make a ppt and complain more. I know I've said this before but I really want to go to sleep last few days were tiring by the time I go to bed it gets around 2:00-2:30 and then in morning I've to wake up early. I want to watch spn again from the start and I'm putting it off from a long time coz I feel bad for my eyes already. I've to sit in front of the screen a lot and my eyes are like give us a break. And I take a break and read a fic so my eyes are like are you freaking kidding us? Do you wear glasses coz I do and I think I need to go for a check up🤔🤔

I hope your days are better how does your day goes?

oh no you’re not dumb, I just post a lot💀 so it makes sense that you don’t see it. plus tumblr doesn’t let you know that someone answered your anonymous ask so there’s that. follow this tag, maybe they’ll let you know when I answer?

dw bestiee;) I feel you on an emotional level there buddy. yk idk if this is healthy or not lol but I find complaining therapeutic, like if I complain enough then it won’t piss me off as much anymore. woah wifey you need to get some rest, do you find it hard to fall asleep or do you not have time to fall asleep? I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND THAT BREAK TO READ FICS, MY EYES DO THAT TOO😭 hmm maybe you do🤔 and oo my gf wears glasses;) also no I don’t wear glasses but I think I might someday with all this screen time thanks to everything closing. speaking of everything closing, how’s the whole covid situation over there?

aha thanks. well my schedule changes a lot but recently it’s been consistent for a couple months. so i’ve got classes that start at 11, and I always go to sleep with the hopes that I wake up early and have a productive morning. but of course I end up leaving my 10am alarm, and when it rings I snooze and stay in bed until I realize it’s 10:30 now and jump out of bed and get ready. by get ready I mean wash my face and brush my teeth and check tumblr💀 I spend like an hour trying to think of what to have for breakfast, by then it becomes brunch. after I’m done with my classes I either stay and do some work or make lunch, something light usually. then I do some more work and finish off whatever essays I have postponed handing in. after sunset, I’d make some tea and watch a movie or two. I’ve been trying to log as many films as I can on letterboxd lately. and i’d read for an hour or so, sometimes write. then come midnight I realize that I haven’t studied, so the panic of procrastination kicks in and I attempt to do my most in two hours. works like a charm everytime. I sleep and the cycle continues.

🎶if I could be with you tonight, I would sing you to sleep, never let them take the light behind your eyes🎶💕

[apprenticenerd]

"Anyone can send me an ask with one of the titles and I’ll post a snippet or talk about that WIP!" The Acropolis, Tacet, Checklist, A Tiny Galaxy, Hearsay, Going Back, Ella Disenchanted, Making Peace, The Slashed Circle, Wake Up, Tenno, Midnight, Heliotropism, Arrhythmia, the one about Among Us, the one about Library of Ruina, the one that’s a D&D world concept. Yes, all of them. I know you wanna talk about all of them. So go, go forth and do it!

Hoooo boy, this is gonna be a long post. Lots and lots of writing snippets under the cut to avoid dash stretch!

The Acropolis - original - length uncertain - 1.4k and counting

im not ready for this im not i thought it would be yrs i thought id at least get an english degree first

omg sal whats goin on

fuckin hell whyd it have to be now i have a chem lab tomorrow

sally-tate macpherson. u never swear. ever. wtf is goin on.

ok. jess. i need u to listen really really carefully. understand?

answer the goddamn question ur scarin me

shut up and listen and this will go a lot better

fine but u need to tell me wtf is happnenig

ok. im going to tell you a bunch of stuff. not giving u advice, thats not allowed, but im gonna tell u stuff it seems like itd be impossible for me to know.

?????????????

i said shut up this is really important dont question how i know it. just go with it and figure out what to do. and dont die. bc no matter how crazy stuff seems, if u die, ur dead. here and everywhere. ok?

This is an original story coming straight from a @/writing-prompt-s prompt about a crack in a kid’s hardwood floor that they fantasized was a portal actually being one. I originally intended to write the entire thing like this, as a conversation over text, but that may not be feasible given a certain world-building detail at the other end of the portal (and the limits of my creativity lmao).

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Tacet - The Blackout Club - one-shot - 3.2k and counting

She closed her eyes again, and there it was. Hallucination? Some new science trick with electromagnetic radiation off the visible spectrum? Evidence that she was actually going insane? Whatever it was, it burned behind her eyelids in bright, incontrovertible red - and was completely invisible when she opened her eyes again. There was just the usual mess of club posters and one big one about someone’s exceedingly dumb-looking lost cat.

Eyes open, there was only Sargent Snuggles. Eyes closed, there was the normal darkness and then three lines of text where the poster had been, wavering like scarlet fire:

JOIN TBC JOIN TBC JOIN TBC

TBC? What the fuck was that? She’d never heard of any group with that acronym before. Hardly aware of the flurry of weird looks from half the other people in the hallway, she crossed the hall to examine the lost cat poster more closely. It felt like perfectly normal paper when she touched it, and there wasn’t even a hint of red with her eyes open, unless you counted the cat’s tacky pink sweater. How the hell was this even possible?

“You’re finally cracking, Bri,” she groaned under her breath, then headed for her locker. She did have to get home. Add another big fat entry to the weird shit list.

A backstory one-shot for my Blackout Club OC Briar, telling the story of how she got into the club in the first place. I’ve been stuck in the same spot for a while now, after Briar’s friend Dani explains the club to her, and I’ve come to the conclusion that the scene’s over as is. Of course, writing the next one is the tough part.

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Checklist - The Blackout Club - one-shot - 1.7k and counting

8. You still have a headache. Shouldn’t you go back to sleep and try to do this in the morning?

9. (wake up)

10. Nah, you’ve always been a night owl, and school starts criminally early, too early to get much done beforehand. It’s quiet, except for Dad snoring. Your parents are asleep already. You can stay up until this is done, and they’ll be none the wiser.

11. Your head hurts worse. It’s getting harder to think. At only 9 pm? 9:30? Whatever. You should sleep.

12. (wake UP)

13. What are you thinking? You have to read at least a little of this chapter, or there’s no way you’ll be able to bullshit your way through class tomorrow. Besides, all of a sudden, the silence feels...strange. Heavier? You can’t describe it.

14. You need to sleep. You need a drink of water or something. You need to finish this damn homework. You need to sleep. You need to sleep.

15. Stare at The Great Gatsby. It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense.

16. Realize what’s up with the silence. Dad’s not snoring anymore. You aren’t feeling like yourself. You need to sleep.

17. Something’s weird.

18. (WAKE UP) 

19. ...No. Something’s wrong.

Another Blackout Club story and another Interface Screw, as it were, this time in the form of a (very long) checklist. None of the characters have names (yet). It describes another way a kid could find themself running around at night with the Blackout Club, this time by fighting off the Song just enough to run into a club member who could wake them up the rest of the way. As with Tacet, I still need to write the suspenseful part.

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A Tiny Galaxy - Warframe - 4 chapters planned, 1 complete, 1 in progress - 7.8k and counting

Try it if you don’t believe me, the kid in the vent had said.

It was impossible. It was physically impossible. All of this was impossible. Had the Void...? Could the Void...?

The ship was at a standstill. Her mother had tried to kill her, and something had happened. She’d made something happen. There had been no holoprojector in that kid’s hand. Nothing was impossible anymore.

Jhia took a deep breath. How the heck was she supposed to do this? Was she supposed to feel something, some internal guide? Blue Hair hadn’t said. Feeling incredibly stupid, she did a quick mental checkup on herself. Nothing felt wrong, or different - but now that she thought about it…

Afterward, she would try many times to explain it, and fail every time. The best she could come up with was that once she found the Void, calling on it was as easy and as natural as breathing. She opened her hands in front of her, concentrated on that force like an extension of herself, reopened her eyes, and there it was: a riotous little ball of energy, wisps and motes of light and not-quite-light like a tiny galaxy, the Tau system in the palm of her hand, raging.

More OC backstory time! This one’s for my Tenno, a nerdy fourteen-year-old (at the time of this story, anyway) by the name of Jhia, going through the hell that is the Zariman Ten-Zero and what happened on it. This is possibly the first part of the story I actually wrote: the roll-credits moment when Jhia realizes the Void’s changed her more already than she thought.

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Hearsay - Lobotomy Corporation/Library of Ruina - one-shot - 1k and counting

"Oh? Did they investigate further?"

"They tried. Found a few fingerprints, but they didn't match anyone in the database."

"What's the update, then?"

"Reports from elsewhere in the district of someone not in uniform carrying a Zwei sword. They're slippery, good at avoiding us, which would suggest Syndicate operative to me and HQ. Except that in every one of the descriptions we managed to get, our sword thief is a child."

"What? How?!"

"You tell me, Iona. You're the one who went to the crime scene."

"Right... Jeez, if it's a kid, I guess that'd explain why Petrov thought they weren't a threat..."

"My thoughts exactly. HQ has a fair amount of hearsay to go on, but nobody can quite agree on how old the child is, or whether or not she's with a Syndicate. Most agree that she appears to be a girl, tall for a child, auburn hair, clothes and demeanor typical of a Backstreets native."

"We got a name?"

"They've heard Yeri, Kali, Redbird, Suma, Aelfin... No one knows which is her real one, or if it's even any of them at all."

"Damn. ...Say, are you going to drink that entire pot of coffee?"

"Help yourself."

This is one of those stories that turned into an accidental AU when more of canon came out. The idea behind it is that it’s Kali’s backstory told entirely in conversations in which she did not participate, showcasing the fact that a Fixer’s fame is their livelihood and Kali was about as famous as they come, before the whole L Corp thing happened. Of course, the vast majority of the headcanons here got invalidated with a certain Ruina update, so my motivation’s kinda down on this one.

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Going Back has already been talked about here!

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Ella Disenchanted - The Blackout Club - one-shot (maybe two-shot??) - 1.4k and counting

She woke. Her stomach went through a series of panicked flip-flops as she thought something strange had done it, Dad or a little-kid-nightmares shadow beast had made noise, but no - why had she fallen asleep in the first place? Her butt and shoulder were sore where they’d been leaning on the bottom and side of the windowsill, presumably all night, since the sun was full up over the trees on Old Growth Hill. 

All night. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t fall asleep, but she did anyway. God dammit.

As she unfolded herself from her cramped ball, though, she froze. Under the comforter she’d pulled around her shoulders for warmth, she was wearing her gray jacket, a T-shirt, jeans, sneakers getting dried mud all over the carpet. 

Last she remembered, she’d been in her pajamas.

In which a Blackout Club kid’s little sister wonders where he’s gone when he runs away to the boxcar, and tries to get to the bottom of the mystery herself. Usually she’d be too young for the club to recruit, but her investigations and an incident involving SAO are more than enough extenuating circumstance. Unlike most of my other WIPs, there’s a whole outline at the end of my doc for this one.

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Making Peace - Warframe - multi-chapter - 1.5k and counting

“I…” Iksoh finally said. “Sorna, I hope you realize. I’m not into this. I never - I’m not doing this. Whatever you’re doing, I can’t.”

“I know,” Sorna said softly. The decision tore at her heart again and she almost backed out of the vent, but no. She had to go. She wouldn’t see another innocent crumple in her rifle sights. “I hope you realize. I’m not coming back.”

Behind her, Iksoh let out a long, shaky breath. “It’s taking all I’ve got not to report you right now. Sorna… the Queens’ll have my head for this. Please, please, let it be worth it. Go. Don’t let them take yours.”

“I won’t,” Sorna promised, and meant it.

Later, after her last fight for her freedom was done, on the Steel Meridian ship headed for Kronia Relay, Sorna looked out at the planet retreating behind her and thought of Iksoh. She’d just learned a new word from a Meridian soldier: vaykor tal, the defector’s spirit. Iksoh had let her go, at risk of their own life. They’d had a bit of the vaykor tal themself, even if they hadn’t known it, even if they’d thought it was just some weakness that was bound to get them killed.

“Ranre treri, duf krun,” she whispered into space, a Grineer well-wishing passed down from sergeant to tube-fresh lancer since time immemorial. May your hands be steady, and may life be kind.

This is an AU born of me and some friends wondering why in the heck Perrin and the Meridian hate each other so much in game. It’s about a group of Kavor - Grineer defectors distinguished from other Meridian members by their pacifism - who get to a Relay and start wondering the same thing. Besides Sorna (and, later in the story, Iksoh as well), there would have been Chakh, Beket, and Sydon, plus at least four of the syndicate leaders and a bunch of side-character OCs, all caught up somehow in what turns out to be a surprisingly far-reaching web of intrigue.

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The Slashed Circle - Warframe - one-shot, probably - 429 and counting

In addition to their written and spoken language, the Grineer have a full language of hand signs. It has its quirks, as all languages do - be careful of confusing it with the Corpus sign language, in which the sign for “to pay” roughly approximates the Grineer sign for...a certain portion of the male anatomy. Among these is the common Grineer sentiment against those who defect from their ranks, baked into the sign just as much as their spoken words. 

The sign of the slashed circle, the sedashkur - a finger drawn in a circle on the chest, followed by a diagonal line - is the highest of taboos to any loyal Grineer. It shows support for such scum as the Kavor and Steel Meridian, enough so that it forms the basis for the Meridian’s battle standard. To sign the sedashkur is to betray your siblings, commit a grave insult to your superiors, paint a near-indelible target on your back. It is an object of hatred and fear throughout the ranks.

She fears it, yes, but she does not hate it, for all her life and into her death as well. It shouldn’t trouble her now, though. It is easy to hide a language, and she burned her journals before she was called to the fortress.

This is a fic about Jhia and her one (1) converted Kuva Lich, namely about the process of said Lich’s defeat and defection, that kinda never got off the ground. Contrary to this snippet, I think most of it would have been written in what are essentially space emails back and forth between Lich and Tenno? I definitely got as far as Jhia sending an audio recording of a bass-boosted dog fart, anyhow.

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Wake Up, Tenno - Warframe - one-shot - 950 and counting

“Wake up, Tenno.”

She wakes. She is - she is Tenno, right? She is a Tenno? Her mind is confused, so full of fog and dead ends - how long was she asleep?

The voice that woke her seems familiar. She might have loved the speaker, in her scrambled past life, the woman in the purple helmet, the one called Lotus in her HUD vision. Her surroundings are a ruin of some sort. Her body is—

...what?

She can move just fine. Her fingers and arms and legs respond with suspicious ease, given how long she must have slept to be this scattered upon waking up, and yet there’s some fundamental disconnect. This is her Warframe, her body, but it’s not her body somehow.

...wait, where did the term “Warframe” come from?

A Tenno, unnamed but intended to be Jhia on my end, wakes up on Earth at the very beginning of the in-game storyline. Since the tutorial has gotten an overhaul in recent months, I may have to modify even what little I have on this a lot.

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Midnight - Iconoclasts - poem - 280 and counting

been anything smaller than been anything

never been anything smaller than

“good morning, how’s miss grump doing today? i heard about that last mission...if you didn’t sleep well i can call you in sick, it’s alright-” “oh, shut up, grey”

there has never been anything

“oh, shut up, grey” “love you too”

smaller

“love you too”

than

me

A very fragmented, stream-of-consciousness-y poem meant to represent Agent Black’s failing sanity near the end of the game. The words of her famous one-liner (“there has never been anything smaller than me”) are interspersed, out of order until the end, with poetic descriptions of other characters and bits and pieces of a flashback involving Agent Grey.

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Heliotropism - Iconoclasts - one-shot - 1.1k and counting

Lily, though she’s superstitious, will have none of these self-important truths, none of these semblances of certainty when really all it is is wishing on Ivory and hoping for the best. She calls for Miss Andress instead. 

A stout but severe woman with ten grandchildren and a great-grandchild on the way, Miss Andress is perhaps the quintessential matriarch: nurturing, selfless, brutally honest. She is the one the people of 17 trust when they feel they can trust no one else. Lily needs the kind of reassurance only she can give, with the authority of ninety-one years and the wisdom of two sons, one daughter, and some five dogs raised under her care.

When Miss Andress visits House 4, she asks Polro and Lily to each bring an object they cherish the most. For Polro it’s his largest wrench, pitted with use but still polished to a brassy shine; Lily surprises everyone by pulling out a tiny, unloaded stun-gun, and surprises them more by not explaining it at all. Miss Andress doesn’t question it. She just turns the two tools over and over in her hands, head bowed, squinting at them as if trying to read the secrets of the universe in the scratches carved into them by time.

Finally she straightens up and sighs, pushing a strand of silver hair behind her ear. Her forehead is slick with sweat, though the night is cool outside. “I don’t know what she’ll do,” the wise woman says, heavily, as if delivering bad news. “I just know she’ll change the world.”

Can you tell I like backstory fic? This one is for Robin, with one short anecdote for each year of her life, up to age 17 and the events of the game. It’s also an excuse to world-build a bunch, lol.

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Arrhythmia - Crypt of the NecroDancer - one-shot(?) - 4k and counting

The creature didn’t say anything, just beckoned to the shadows. Before I could move, two other creatures came for me, sending the other humans - former humans? - scrambling away in panic. One landed a hard blow on the back of my head that sent me to my hands and knees, seeing sparks; the other said “Freeze!” and I could only watch as ice sprouted from the leaf litter, cementing me to the ground.

The one who’d hit me produced a dagger from the inside of its cloak. I tried to pull myself up, to do anything at all to keep myself from getting shanked, but it was no good. There must have been a secondary effect on that spell; my limbs wouldn’t respond. I felt the dagger tear cloth in the region of my back, and prepared for the pain.

It didn’t come. The creature cut a slit in the back of my tunic, then another. Neither one touched the skin at all. I can’t really describe what happened next - my brain was having trouble computing how my arms were in front of me, visible, unable to move, but it felt like the creature was pulling them through the gashes in my tunic, but that was wrong, they didn’t feel like arms at all.

“Holy fuck,” I heard someone say.

The ice holding me down melted into nothing as the spell wore off. I jumped back up, head spinning a little, ready for another fight, only to spot two flicks of scarlet in my peripheral vision. I spun around, but they moved with me.

I think I already knew what they were. I just couldn’t admit it to myself.

You’ve already seen this one, Nick, though I’m pretty sure it was well over two years ago. It’s a pile of old headcanons, some of them now outdated I’m pretty sure, about how Nocturna ended up a vampire in the first place and a little bit about how vampire society works. According to Google Docs, I’ve been stuck on this one since March 2018. Whoops.

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untitled (working title “adult citra meets an impostor bc what is self-control”) - Among Us - one-shot - 572 and counting

“I know. You’re stuck, aren’t you?” Having well and truly gotten their full attention, Citra continues, “God, I can barely imagine. Having to take a weird-ass host whose biology might even be toxic to you, I don’t know. Needing to get to a whole other galaxy, feeling like the only way to do that is by deception and death.” “How…?”

She sighs. “I told you, this isn’t my first rodeo. One of your kind saved my life when I was a kid. Since he’d killed Mom and Dad had been out of the picture long before, he stayed here and helped raise me afterward. It’s how I learned to pronounce...a few of your words, at least.”

“You missed the ‘H’ sound.”

“Isn’t that the one that’s literally impossible to do right with Terran anatomy?”

“Maybe. You think I know Terran anatomy all that well?”

Citra chuckles. “Fair point. You let us find your buddy and fix the ship, I’ll raise Xai when we get comms back and he can try and help you get home. Deal?”

I found an Among Us comic on Tumblr, absolutely ran into left field with it to make a couple of OCs, and then made AUs of those OCs because of course I did. This one is from a future scenario in which Citra (typically orange) meets someone rather familiar on a mission with the crew of the Skeld.

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untitled (working title “library of ruina but they adopt half the guests”) - Library of Ruina - length uncertain - 1k and counting

“And what happened to not caring about others because it’s a waste of time and heartache?”

Now it’s Roland’s turn to sigh. “I don’t care about him. I just don’t want the guilt of killing - look at him, he can’t be older than eighteen or nineteen!”

Raised eyebrow. “Finn will be twenty years old in fifteen days’ time. He is a legal adult. I fail to see why this should matter to either of us.”

“He’s fresh off his first Fixer license! I have years of experience! He had no idea what he was getting into when he signed that invitation and you know it!”

Angela fixes him with a glare that turns his stomach, his freshly remade body reacting to the memory of its sudden, and extremely painful, dismemberment. “I could quite literally hold your soul in my hands if I wanted,” she reminds him in an undertone of steel. “I must do the same for him, following the invitation’s guidance, or my entire plan will be lost, my coworkers’ sacrifices all for naught. Do not disappoint me or ask any more impertinent questions. You know what to do, and what will happen if you do not.” 

Look, some of the people you fight in this game deserved so much better, okay? I came up with an AU concept where if a guest willingly concedes the fight and agrees to stick around, you can get their book without killing them. Finn doesn’t die; neither do Tomerry or Shi Association; all the former employees realize exactly what’s going on with Philip after the Wedge Office fight and manage to calm him down, avoiding the whole Crying Children situation. (And then Gebura makes him collect his jaw off the floor by revealing herself as the Red Mist.)

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The one that’s a D&D world concept doesn’t have anything concrete written for it yet. (Don’t read this bit if you might want to play in my campaign at some point!) Instead of your typical Forgotten Realms planar setup, the world at large would be called the Seven Spheres, each of them different in terms of climate, geography, native species and magic, etc. The First Sphere would be the most “generic” one (to our way of thinking) and the main setting of the campaign; it would also be the smallest of the Seven, its primary continent home to a former empire of dragons that spanned most of the Sphere until its mysterious fall a thousand years ago.

Now, since the empire fell, the dragons and their children have slowly been dying out. Best estimates are that there’s only a thousand or two left in the entire First Sphere, with fewer eggs hatched every decade. The player characters enter a world with pretty typical low-level quests to start with, but every so often, especially if they engage with optional story stuff (this would be a more roleplay-focused than combat-focused campaign), they get wind of changes in the air - a failed harvest here, an unusually hot and stormy summer there, a trade war once they start hitting mid-levels.

It mimics real-world climate change in all but cause. As coastal cities struggle to contend with rising seas and, more alarmingly, wizards all over the Sphere start to notice their magic falter and wane, the PCs’ goal becomes getting to the bottom of this. And what’s at the bottom is...your typical Nerd fusion of science with fantasy settings.

The Seven Spheres are not planes of existence in the normal D&D sense, but seven planets in the same solar system, each with its own ancient god far more powerful than any god in any mortal pantheon; the First Sphere is so named because it’s closest to the sun. These planetary gods are incredibly large and incredibly alien, thinking in geologic time and concepts far too broad and slow for most sapient beings to comprehend. A thousand years ago, the fall of the dragon empire was caused by an ill-advised ritual meddling with the god of the First Sphere’s natural process of rebirth, causing said god to die without a replacement.

It’s taken this long for the First Sphere to feel the effects because, again, geologic time - a thousand years is a blink of an eye in this kind of time scale. But now the ancient earth-magic that had kept the Sphere’s climate temperate and its magicians in business is failing. The dragons, as beings of magic intrinsically, have been failing all along. And now it’s up to the PCs, up at level 17-20 if not higher by that point, to figure out how to fix the situation and find a new planetary god for the First Sphere before the whole Sphere burns to death.

[isolaween]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

At 7 PM, all guests are waiting anxiously. Some are excited, others are nervous, but everyone wonders what will happen now. It's only been a few minutes since the lights went off, but it feels like an eternity.

And then... Golden butterflies, just like those idly flying around, begin to amass at the top of the staircase leading to the second floor. They form a true cloud, which dissolves to reveal none other than the silhouettes of tonight's noble hosts. They wear costumes inspired by 1980's fashion, just fitting for their own temporal origin. And as expected, they start the festivities with the most iconic sentence:

<"HAAAAAPPYYYYYY HALLOWEEEEEEN!!!! AAAAAAAND TRIIIIICK OOOOR TREEEEEEEEAT!!!!">

The lights turn on once again in a burst, as several magical figures, servants of the Ushiromiya family, pop into existence either on the staircase or floating above it, as they bright forth a wave of applause. The spotlights highlight the Golden Witch and the Endless Sorcerer the most, as the latter grabs a microphone to start their presentation.

"Good evening, Spirale City! I hope you folks are ready for a truly spooooky night, where the world of humans and the world of witches comes into contact with each other!"

Then, Beato took the microphone. "There is no need to be afraid, however. This is an once-a-year moment, where the grotesque, the weird, the supernatural, can exist freely, without being afraid of the limitations humans bring to them. This is a night of joy, after all."

"And speaking of limitations, that includes the temporal restrictions fashion imposes to us on a daily basis. This year's theme for our guests' costumes is a Chrono Celebration! No matter whether you came from ancient times or the most distant future, show off your time period's culture and style with pride! I hope to see many people joining this fun. Ihihi!"

"Of course, we wouldn't be so cruel to expel you if you choose to go for another path in your fun. But if you have even the tiiiiniest change of heart about it, check the rooms to the hall's right, where a costume room can be found. Alternatively, you could ask the makeup crew's assistance to make you look like a monstrous being straight from Hell! *Cackle**cackle**cackle*!!"

“Beato, please, we have children here.” He whispers to her ear, before coughing and returning his attention to the audience. “A-Anyway, that is not our only attraction! To your left, you’ll find the parlor, where a karaoke system is set up on the TV. Just ask Hieda no Akyuu (@ninthmiare), who is overseeing it, to help set you up and go have fun singing your lungs out with friends!”

A spotlight shone upon Akyuu over this mention of her, as it would do for any other person mentioned during their speech. “Of course, if you feel like that is too cheerful for a Halloween Party, you can just wait a bit later. Once we hit 11 PM, Akyuu will move to the dinner room, where a ghost story sharing session will start! Bring on your scariest tales, or read some of the material provided to us by a partner of ours-” Beatrice summons business cards for Owl’s Books to everyone’s hands, much like the cards present at the gift baskets, with info about all the partner businesses that collaborated with the party. “-for maximum fright!”

“Those who’d rather partake in a more physical activity can go up the second floor, where Emma (@gracefieldorphan) and Jon K. are responsible for carrying out a hide-and-seek game! It’s open for all ages, so don’t be afraid to join!”

“And for people who’d rather enjoy tonight in a more intellectual manner, we’ll ask you to go all the way up to the third floor. A escape room game shall await those who dare take the challenge. I hope none of you will bore our dear Piper Elenmin (@shadowedstep) with boring reasonings!”

“Lastly, we shall have an ample selection of musical attractions throughout the whole party! Starting at 19:20, we have Ultimate Pianist Kaede Akamatsu (@pureryudo) and famous idol Rise Kujiwawa (@wavesang)! Next, at 20:10, we have the idol duo of Sayo Hikawa (@heroicadvents) and Aya Maruyama (@ayasashi)!!”

“Check in at 21:00 for the spetacular presentation of fellow cute blondes, Rin Kagamine (@rightreflection) and Klavier Gavin (@rockstarprosecutor)! By 21:50, it’ll be time for yet another idol to join us, the versatile GUMI (@mozeik)!!”

“If you’d rather listen to other sorts of music besides singing, just wait until 22:40. First, we’ll have Ecaterina Ciobanu (@unulales) bringing some creepy tunes with her violin! Next, it’ll be the time for Midvalley (@midvalley-the-hornfreak) to captivate us with a saxophone show at 23:30!”

“Music shall accompany us until the end of this magical night. After the stroke of midnight, Dorothea Arnault (@chanteuser) will bring us to a night in the opera, exactly at 00:20! And to end the service, we shall have I-no (@sinfoniette) going feral with her guitar! Huh huh, I can’t wait to have all of you relieving my boredom with your sweet tunes!!”

“Ihihihihi! I think we all will, dear!” Battler says amused, before pulling a more serious face. “....Before we end it for tonight, though, I need to give you folks a general warning. This is meant to be a funny evening, with nothing but positive vibes here. Light hearted pranks are fine, but violence of any sort will not be tolerated. See these?” He points to a golden butterfly flying around. “They’re directly linked to Beato and I’s minds. If any of you try pulling anything ‘funny’ that would disrupt the party, we will know.”

“And the consequences for such violations of our hospitality will be dire.” Beato adds. “We have a strong security team. We trust them to be able of handling most rumbuctious folks. If you insist on offering resistance, however, goat butlers will appear around you and immobilize you. If that doesn’t suffice, we have our higher ranked furniture, such as the Seven Stakes of Purgatory or the Chiester Sisters, to deal with such elements.”

“And if even after all that, you insist on spoiling people’s fun...” Battler raises his hand, where a small glass-like Fragment appears. “You will be sent to this Time-Out Fragment until the end of the party. It’s pretty much a pocket dimension, so don’t think you can escape if it gets to this.”

As soon as he finished that, Battler broke into a happy smile and clapped his hands. “So, I hope everyone enjoys the party! Thank you to everyone who came, and to everyone that helped and is helping us right now! Oh, and a last thing. If any of you gets hurt or feels ill, check the medical room, where you’ll receive due treatment. That is it for now!”

With that, Battler and Beatrice teleported away from the staircase, freeing the way up. They must be somewhere in the crowd now, as they wish to enjoy the party as everyone else...

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(Hello, everybody! This is Battler-mun talking. Welcome to the first edition of Isolaween! Following the tradition of C*ttaween, this party will last ICly from October 4h, 7 PM, to October 5th, 2 AM. These are very special dates for the Umineko fandom, which is why the party happens this early.

OOCly, the party will last from this post’s bublishing time, which should be midnight of October 4th (Isola time) to midnight of October 11th (Isola time), unless the mods request us to end it earlier. You can obviously continue threads related to the party until then, but make sure to publish your starters and opens before end time! And remember: use the tag #isolaween2k19 so we and everyone else can see your interactions at the party!

Below are maps of the mansion, so you folks have an spacial reference on where each room is in relation to the others:

As mentioned in the text, there will be musical presentations during this period, which will consist of drabbles written by the collaborative muns. The OOC dates for each presentation is below, so keep a look at these blogs at the corresponding day:

- Kaede and Rise: 10/4

- Sayo and Aya: 10/5

- Rin and Klavier: 10/6

- GUMI: 10/7

- Ecaterina: 10/8

- Midvalley: 10/9

- Dorothea: 10/10 (Around midday)

- I-no: 10/10 (Evening)

The rules of the festivities have already been well laid ICly, so I won’t repeat myself here. Just let’s try keeping things positive during the party, ok? Any doubt just ask either me (@ingoldentent) or Beato-mun (@goldenless) And above all, let’s have fun! Now excuse me while I go download Ciconia…)

[dreamcatcherjiah]

HOME (W) Part 12

Pairing: BTS!Namjoon x Reader

Plot: Y/N always wanted to do something worth living for. Be it singing, dancing, teaching. But after a huge fight with her parents, Y/N accepts that whatever dreams she may have had are not realistic. She accepts a job in her father’s company and moves to Korea to start a new branch of the business. But what will happen when she gets to know a rapper who advocates for self-love and following one’s dream and his six chaotic brothers?

Warnings: From this part on the bad vibes between the reader and her parents are explicitly shown. It could be triggering, so please read on if you think this won’t be the case. Just to be on the safe side 🥰😘

You dropped your bag as soon as you took off your shoes. You didn’t like to wear heels on a normal day, bur your job required that you were already dressed to the nines, so heels it had to be. When you switched on the lights you saw the clock hanging on the wall as it chimed 11:30 pm. It looked like you had been at work longer than usual… Again.

Without Namjoon to take you out and chat with you through the day everything became monotonous and boring again. Since your sister arrived three days ago you’d been having lunch with her, but with no time whatsoever to explore Seoul yourself, Helen most of the time just left you in the restaurant to go somewhere by herself. You couldn’t blame her though. She was in Seoul, a dream of hers, and had to be restrained from exploring by your suffocating working hours. So you let her wander on her own, that was the least you could do.

Work was as horrible as is had always been. You spent your days pushing papers, going to meetings, managing finances. Part of being an adult is letting go of your most unrealistic dreams, but how could you keep going knowing you’d let all of yours go? You loved books, loved reading, loved writing. With a book on your hands, you were the most authentic you, the one you were happy to be. But nowadays, in this job, you resembled more an emotionless bot than the person you wanted to become. Only thinking about made you feel so sad… Being surrounded by people who did what they loved for a living wasn’t exactly helping. Your little sister, for example, was well on her way to becoming an authority on her field,  and she had her dream job lined up for the same second she finished her masters. And Namjoon… finding him had been the best thing to happen to you since you moved to Seoul, but just hearing him talk about music, listening to his songs and paying attention to his moving lyrics, you were able to see just how much he loved what he was doing. You were so happy for them, but it made your current predicament look even worse.

You walk to the kitchen and go to the fridge to eat something before going to sleep. Your stomach feels so numb, just like the rest of you. Stuck to the fridge was still the post-it note you’d written that morning and the words “CALL MOM” mocked you in your nervous-looking handwriting. Your day had been stressful and tiring, the only thing you wanted was to crawl into your bed and get some most-needed sleep… But you’d promised you’d call. If the promise involved your dad, you’d have already been in bed, but it was your mom and as much as your relationship was bad, you couldn’t bring yourself not to call.

You dialed the number and waited, biting your nails in anticipation. This could either be good or too bad, depending on if your dad got to ramble on you or not.

“Hello?” answered your mother’s voice, and you let go of the air you didn’t know your lungs were keeping trapped.

“Hi mom, it’s y/n,” you said while a small smile formed on your lips. You pushed a hand through your hair, trying to release your tiredness.

“Y/N sweetheart!! Oh, how I’ve missed you! How is Seoul treating you? Is it so expensive as you said it’d be? Do we need to send you money?…” you had to laugh at the speed your mom was speaking, impossible for any human being except for an excited mother.

“Yes mom, I’ve been great, just busy. It is expensive, yes, but my paycheck covers for it pretty decently. Don’t worry”

“Did your father know you were calling? Wait I’ll go call him!” she said and you heard the sound of the phone being put down.

“No, mom! You don’t need to bother him, please! Mom? I’ll call some other day…”

“Y/N.”

You got completely silent at your father’s tone. He sounded angry, or disappointed, you couldn’t tell which. You’d gotten acquainted with his moods over the years, and those last two were the most frequent ones recently. You took a deep breath and got ready for what was coming.

“What time is it there now?” he asked, with that voice you couldn’t exactly place.

“It’s nearly midnight, I just got home,” you said. You’d learned a long time ago that short concise answers were the way to go if you wanted to avoid confrontation.

“So you’ve been out drinking instead of working. That’s not what I taught you, Y/N” he started with the part of the conversation you were dreading.

“No, dad,” you said calmly, “I’ve been working overtime for a couple of weeks now. We’re starting with the slogans for the autumn campaign and I am the head of the department”.

“That’s what you say. I’d rather you wouldn’t lie to me. And I’d very much prefer it if your bad behavior wasn’t imposed on your sister. You’re supposed to be an example. A good one”.

Blood drained from your face. So he knew Helen was in Korea. But how’d he find out?

“I’m not a bad influence, dad. Helen has barely seen me as it is. I’m in the office most of the time…”

“You better convince your sister to go back to Italy, to her studies, like the responsible adult she is. And if I get the most insignificant complaint from your superior, you’d better start packing”.

The line got silent and then the beeping began. You hadn’t even had time to talk to your mother and your dad had had time enough to vaporize any comfort you may have found on the conversation with your mom.

You were so tired though, that you didn’t even have the strength to cry. You decided you were just going to skip dinner and go to sleep.

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It was now 1 am and your eyes refused to close. You couldn’t help but missing the comfort Namjoon could give you. But it was already so late and it didn’t make sense to call him just to hear his voice.

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Your worst judgment won and not even fifteen minutes later, you were calling Namjoon. When he picked up and said your name, the tears started falling.

HOME: Namjoon x Reader // social media au

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a/n: A small written part so that you guys know a bit more than what I can convey through texts😘

Love 💜🌙

Tag list: @threedecadesofawkward  @rjsmochii @luvelyjjk

[lindoig7]

Tuesday-Friday, 25-28 August

Tuesday

We awoke carrying a few aches and pains from yesterday’s exertions, so we relaxed over some very simple killer Sudokus – we finished our previous book yesterday so started a new one today and the first few are VERY simple.

It was still raining on and off – more off than on – so we stayed in the van virtually all day.  We sorted and edited photos and wrote for our blogs all morning and watched a movie in the afternoon – Legends of the Fall.  It was quite good, if a little depressing.

After I cooked a more than acceptable steak and added it to Heather’s veges brilliantly cooked inside, we ate dinner and then played dominos while waiting for the HWS to heat enough water to do the dishes.  We usually turn the HWS off during the day to save gas (and the noise the heater makes) and had forgotten to turn it back on in the late afternoon.

We then started a new series of DVDs – just the first episode of True Detective. It is too early to tell if we will like it, but it is set in the US.  For some reason, I thought it was set in the UK when we bought the series a couple of weeks ago.

Wednesday

We were still a bit fragile this morning so had another easy morning in the van. We had intended doing the laundry, but opted instead for a quiet morning catching up on a few items of business, looking at photos and relaxing.  It was mostly sunny but still felt cold so we ran our heater almost all day again.

During the afternoon, we went for a pleasant drive before hitting the supermarket and booze shop again.  We mostly shop at Woolies, but I needed beer and have become quite partial to a cheapie made specifically for Liquorland.  It is called Steamrail Pale Ale and given my penchant for the romance, noise and smells of steam trains (and the fact that I drove one about 30 km as an 11- or 12-year-old kid), it seems appropriate to add the taste of Steam(rail) to my list of pleasures. We shopped at Coles, but they didn’t have everything we wanted and Liquorland didn’t have Heather’s favourite cider, so we finished the groceries at Woolies and the booze at BWS after all.

Our drive was originally planned for Noojee, but we saw a turnoff to the Tarago Reservoir and detoured to that.  It was a delightful drive, especially the last couple of clicks to the reservoir itself – big trees, winding track through pastures, quaint farms and outbuildings – very cute.  We had a short walk around the sprawling picnic area (where all forms of picnics or social gatherings are absolutely forbidden) but access to the dam and its water is securely fenced off. Instead of returning to the main road and Noojee, we continued on the Tarago road through picturesque Jindivik and meandered via lesser roads back to Warragul.

Thursday

It looks like being fine most of today, but with a wickedly wild, wild wind.  It is howling around, rattling the whole caravan and battering the awning even though it is in the lee of the van.  A great day to get the washing dry and it was definitely laundry day for us – but Heather used the dryer in the laundry and everything was dry in the time it would have taken to peg things on the line (and retrieve the things that would inevitably have blown away!).

I had a few little maintenance things to do, including trying to secure the awning a little more rigidly. As I said, the wind has been quite ferocious here today, particularly in the afternoon, and the whole caravan is constantly buffeted and bombarded with the shriek of the wind and the crashing of the awning.

We went out for a walk in the afternoon, just a kilometre or two around the circuit behind the van, but it was quite hard work heading into the teeth of the gale.  It is a few days since we did the loop out there and it is amazing how much difference such a short time makes.  There are many more flowers out (mainly our beloved Flinder-bells, aka onion weed) but so many trees and shrubs are now in bud, the willows are covered with long trailing green ribbons, all looking very lacy and delicate, and even the scrawny little stick just outside the van is developing its mantle of beautiful white blossom.  We hadn’t noticed any of this before, but it seemed quite obvious today that the season is definitely changing – even if the weather still shows little hint if spring (other than its traditional winds).

It is getting very hard to post anything to my blog at present.  The Wi-Fi in the park is very weak and frustrating.  I can get very slow access most days until about lunchtime, but still with lots of delays and drop-outs.  After lunch, I can never access it at all.  I managed to post a few things today by transferring some text and photos from my PC to a Sandisk USB stick, then using Bluetooth to drop that into my iPad Camera Roll, and composing and posting that to my blog using my tethered iPhone as a hotspot.  It’s a slow and laborious process with too many steps and stages where I can get things wrong.  The Tumblr app is by no means intuitive – and is a bit different on either my iPhone or iPad – so the whole process is fraught!  I will just have to keep persevering – or get up early enough to post things from my PC in the morning.

We went down to the ablution block for our showers just before 5 pm with some mountainous livid clouds threatening – and it is a good job we never left it any later.  Heather got back in time, but I had gone down a few minutes after her and had to jog back to the van in the first of some sprinkles foreboding a very heavy downpour that hit just as I reached the awning.  Another 30 seconds and I would have had two showers for the day.

Within an hour, all Hell broke loose.  The wind went absolutely wild.  It shrieked through the adjacent trees and the awning on the van next to us was reduced to a twisted pile of scrap within minutes.  Ours disconnected from its struts a couple of times but we went out quickly and rescued it before any damage occurred.  We could hardly hear each other for the noise, and the poor screeching Corellas and Galahs in the trees were being blown off their perches. The rain bucketed down and the lights flickered on and off for several minutes. If any of the trees behind the van had fallen our way, the van would have been completely crushed.  Fortunately, the prevailing winds all pass our van on their way to the trees.  It was all very exciting, if more than a little disconcerting.  It rained/poured on and off until about midnight or a bit after, but the wind kept lashing the van until about 5 am.  Next morning there were numerous branches down around the park, but the extent of the damage elsewhere became obvious during our excursion later in the day.

I have experienced some amazing winds in caravans.  I recall many (many) years ago, I was in an onsite van in Busselton (Western Australia) which is not so far from the Cape Leeuwin weather station and we heard that the anemometer wound off its stanchion at about 190 kph.  We awoke to 20 cm of water throughout the park, but being so sandy, it was all gone within a couple of hours.  Much more recently, we were at Camperdown in our previous little van and it was so wild that I had to park the car across the van to shield it from the worst of it as well as chocking the wheels and tying it down.  And at Tibooburra a few years ago, we were the only van in the park and drove out to Cameron Corner for the day without any inkling of an impending storm – but came back in the afternoon to find all the components of the awning distributed around the park.  Fortunately, nothing was broken and we were able to reconstruct it well enough to continue on our way.  We sat out a wild cyclone in the Kuril Islands a few years ago and Heather drew attention to another exciting storm event the first time we approached Inexpressible Island in Antarctica (NEITHER of these were in our caravan) but I still think Thursday’s little puff was about as violent as I can remember – perhaps because we were so close to the trees and the cacophony they generated.

Despite the drama of the storm, Heather made the most wonderful meal using our new double-sided frying pan/mini-oven.  We had bought a boned leg of lamb and she marinated it for almost a day with a great concoction of herbs and spices (in lots of yoghurt).  Cooking it in the pan with lots of chopped onion resulted in the most amazing rich, caramellised, delicious feast you could imagine.  It really was fantastic and we have enjoyed the leftovers in 3 meals since.  Superb!!!

Friday

A really great day today.  We headed south to the coast, but you should have seen the trees on the way that had been brought down overnight.  We saw maybe 20 or so giants and hundreds of smaller trees as well as thousands of branches, twigs and metres of bark stripped from the vegetation. We had to drive around dozens of branches and small trees on the road, but the really big ones blocking the whole road were already being removed.  Council and SES crews were hard at work, along with local farmers who were cutting up the logs and repairing broken fences and other damage.  I don’t suppose this was hugely unusual for them, but for (sort of) city slickers to see so many mammoth trees that had been guarding the road for centuries laying on the ground with their roots splayed to the heavens was pretty amazing.  It reminded us how lucky we were not to have been in the way of the giants that could have demolished our caravan had we been in the path of one.

We went down through Korumburra and Leongatha to Tarwin South and hence to Tarwin Meadows – only to find that it was private property and we almost ended up in their front yard.  We back-tracked and followed a lovely quiet road to the Cape Liptrap Lighthouse.  It was a wonderful short walk to the light-tower itself and we enjoyed some magnificent views and saw some lovely little birds (and some quite a bit bigger). The coast was still pretty wild after the storm but we kept ourselves safe, well away from the fury, at the top of the cliffs.  We had a bit of fun playing the calls of the Brown Thornbills on our birding app.  There were quite a few around and several came out to say good mornig to us as well.  Don’t usually do this, but we were trying to confirm their identity using the app and next moment they were reacting with us.

We followed the coast as close as we could and ate our lunch at Walkerville North whilst watching the sea-birds (and a dog harassing them) before going on to Waratah Bay.  We walked along the beach and saw millions of tiny sand-balls created by the little crabs that had burrowed down while the tide was out.  There were quite a few pretty shells, all broken, and hundreds of small smooth stones of almost every colour and pattern.  The beach was very flat and very wide, at least 150 metres wide I reckon, but the tide was coming in and although we watched it for a while, I guess the entire beach would have been reclaimed by King Neptune within half an hour or so.

We tried to get to Shallow Inlet but were again thwarted by the National Park closure.  We had tried to get in from the east a week or so ago without success and coming from the west didn’t make it any more doable.  It simply doesn’t make sense to close so many parks and reserves because of Covid.  Every National and State park is locked up for no conceivable reason.  They would be the safest places around!  Sure, Melbourne people aren’t allowed to travel, but there is much more freedom throughout the rest of the State but government/s have chosen to punish the rest of the country despite there being absolutely zero risk.  Many of the rules are simply moronic.  There is no possible policy reason for them and the only other interpretation I can put on this stupidity is that the rules are set with only vindictiveness in mind.

We were able to go to nearby Sandy Point - and when we reached the end of the road, we simply drove straight onto the beach. We weren’t the only car on the beach and it was obvious from the many tyre tracks that driving on the beach was normal.  We drove half a kilometre or so along to where there was a sign indicating that driving beyond that point was not allowed, but it was a bit of fun and enabled up to get some good views of the shore-birds.  We saw about 15 Eastern Curlews – not that common in our experience – and a couple of hundred Red-capped Plovers – a lot more than all I have seen in my lifetime.  It was a great opportunity for a few photos and a bit of a novelty to drive on the hard-packed sand.  The whole area was wonderfully quiet and peaceful and quite beautiful!

We dilly-dallied there for a while and then drove home via Meeniyan, Mirboo North and Trafalgar with the last leg in particular being through really beautiful country.