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fockingnice · 3 years

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@franboos @to-enter-polaris @gucciboner and myself worked on a massive fic recommendation list with all our favourite sobbe fics classed by word count.. enjoy!

one-shots:

< 10k

- hold me close @sincerelysobbe (2,5k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23969836

Robbe is stressed because of a test and Sander comforts him.

- You make me feel like I am whole again @nbrook (2,7k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26937070

Robbe is having an awful day. But it ends in the best way possible.

- A Beautiful Night @Lwritings (3,6k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23428594

Sander has been friends with the Broerrrs for half a year and Robbe has been desperately crushing on him. A game of Never Have I Ever changes everything.

- Love potion no.9 @thekardemomme (3,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28923867

they’re best friends. and potions partners. or: it’s amortentia day.

- Croissants @bruisingknees (3,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22186195

Robbe thinks that maybe the guy working at the bakery has been flirting with him.

- Paper rings @thekardemomme (4k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27953645

When Sander’s nose twitches, causing him to make this soft little whimpering sound, Robbe can’t help himself. He leans forward enough to kiss Sander’s forehead again, and then he dots one on each cheek, and then finally on his nose. “I can’t wait to marry you,” he whispers.

- You’re an angel in disguise (you’re an angel in my eyes) @thekardemomme (4,1k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27570142

Robbe is Sander’s guardian angel.

- The sun came up and I was looking at you @allforyoumylove (4,2k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24647095

Robbe and Sander waking up on a quiet Sunday morning in June. Sander is a tease, Robbe is awestruck, and both are hopelessly in love.

- I’ve always wanted a (boy)friend @thekardemomme (4,2k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28496322

before sander, robbe never liked christmas. christmas is sander’s favorite holiday.

- Purple lips (underwater) @dottori (5,3k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22371688

it’s a sunny, warm friday at the beginning of march, and sander wants them to go for a swim.

- Day Fifty @beejohnlocked (5,7k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27987252

Robbe makes a plan to confess his feelings to Sander on Christmas.

- The blind date bomb @thekardemomme (5,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29073711

”He thinks of the gorgeous man in the picture, and he thinks of how Sander said his YouTube is cute, and how Britt—who hardly even knows Robbe—thinks that he and Sander would be a good match.And he decides… Fuck it. One date can’t hurt, right?” or: robbe and sander go on a blind date

- Let's dance @msleviss (6,2k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22092550

Robbe and his friends go to a club to check out Amber’s DJ cousin.

- 12 things I love about you @nbrook (6,3k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27636032

Sander can't spend the whole day with Robbe on their anniversary, but he still figures out a way to make him fall in love with him all over again.

- Love me while your wrists are bound @alsjeblieft (6,4k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27031636

the cabin trip but with a twist.

- Sun shining from pure desire @skamtrash (6,6k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27105727

Sander has been flirting with his student teacher, Robbe for months now who keeps reminding Sander that he's wasting his time but eventually the flirting and chasing wears Robbe down to where he cant deny his attraction to Sander. University TA/Student AU

- At ease with you @Skamtrash ( 7,7,k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26423596

robbe tells his mom he and his best friend, sander are dating to get her off his back.

He doesn't expect his mom to congratulate them by getting them tickets to join her on a cruise vacation.

Cue a week of pretending to be a couple.

fake relationship to lovers au

- Besotted with your love @Skamtrash (7,7k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25288000

sander has a photography project and decides to shoot at the skatepark where robbe is his subject. when he approaches robbe and needs him to fill out the release form, he's absolutely smitten from the start.

sander falling in love with robbe who's deaf.

- Taking pictures of you as the light came through @allforyoumylove (7,9k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27533866

Robbe photographs Sander in bed. Things take a steamy turn.

- My midsummer darling @robbesdriesen (8,2k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23702017

Robbe goes on a summer week-long retreat to his aunt's quaint, little villa in Genoa. He doesn't know he has a neighbor close by, one that would capture his entire soul.

Robbe and Sander fall in love in a whirlwind summer romance. One that would change their lives forever.

- Afterglow @Skamtrash (9k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28032300

On vacation in a small winter village during the holidays, Robbe meets one of the hotel's employees, Sander.

All it takes is two weeks. 14 days for them to fall for each other.

- Christmas Dreams @sonderthroughthestreets (9,6k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28272282

Robbe is stuck with his typical 9-5 job as an HR analyst until a conversation with Sander from IT on their company rooftop makes him reconsider his dreams. In the midst of it all, Adam from Accounting has a massive crush on Robbe and wants to ask him to the Christmas Party, so Sander offers to be his "date" to help him. Christmas fluff and flirting ensues.

> 10k

- Sander Driesen versus a mistletoe @dottori (10,1k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27976461

it’s not a fair match.

(or, sobbe go on a christmas date, and sander really wants a kiss under the mistletoe.)

- This isn't our first time around @noobishere (10,7k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25472953

One moment they are in the kitchen of their shared apartment, the next, they're in this strange but familiar room.

(a.k.a the au in which they accidentally go hopping through multiple universes)

- Our love story is my favorite @robbesdriesen (13k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25459867

a wedding fic for robbe and sander

- It’s an unrequited love @eggsntoast (14,1k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22854661

Sander works part-time at a museum every Sunday. Robbe is a frequent visitor.

- Agents Sliding Down The Chimney @berrevy (14,2k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28428840

The smile that twitches at the corner of Sander's mouth is like the tiniest opening, and Robbe takes that as a challenge. He’s always been good at slipping through small spaces.

“You wanna see a trick?”

Sander sizes him up for a moment, then swivels on his heel to face him fully. “Ok then, magic boy. C’mon.”

(aka a late Christmas fic)

- Come lie with me @allforyoumylove (14,6k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29089530

“When Robbe lifts the blanket and gently tugs on the leg of Sander’s sweatpants, silently inviting him in, Sander doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t hesitate, he just drowsily slips into Robbe’s embrace.”

(or the one where they both have a terrible relationship with sleep but find out that it gets a little better when nestled up against each other)

- Man on a mission @littleliefe (17k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27820564

The agency is under attack but Sander is just thirsty for Robbe. On the other hand, the rest of the agency is more concerned about helping Sander ask Robbe out for dinner.

- life was a willow and it bent right to your wind @nbrook (18k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28349892

Sander and Robbe became best friends before Sander made a move and then Robbe went and got himself another boyfriend, leaving him pining. And it’s fine, really, it is. Sander promised himself that he wouldn’t do anything about it for as long as Robbe was happy. But when Robbe’s boyfriend ridicules his love for everything Christmas, he decides to step in to give him the Christmas traditions he deserves himself.

- You're my stars...and everything in between @aurorawinds (19,7k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27862950

A Star-Crossed Lovers, Romeo & Juliet inspired, AU where Robbe and Sander are the sons of Antwerp’s two most rivaling families of tech companies, head over heels in love with one another as they find it more and more difficult each day to hide their relationship from their families. To hide their love.

- Lovers never lose @dottori (24k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27532636

twelve-ish kisses robbe and sander share at the trip to ardennes (and afterwards).

multi-chaptered:

5k - 20k

- In the middle of the night @Lwritings (complete | 9,3k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24133477/chapters/58105945

The Broerrrs go on holiday for a week to London. Robbe is very excited for it until there is something wrong in the hotel and he has to share a room with Sander. And not just Sander, no the guy he has been crushing on for 3 months ever since he joined their group. And not just a room, no there is only one bed as well. When it's just the two of them in the night, anything can happen..

- If a June night could talk it would probably boast it invented romance @allforyoumylove (complete | 14,7k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25264918/chapters/61250002?view_adult=true

Robbe and Sander are childhood best friends. They’re also secretly in love with each other. Confessions are made under a beech tree on a warm summer evening at the end of June.

- Drie @skamtrash (complete | 15,4k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22547221/chapters/53878474

Robbe stands up and finds the voice calling the name and fucking hell, the guy's well fit. He's only dressed in a black t shirt, black jeans and boots but the tattoos that layer his arms immediately entice him. And that platinum hair, his actual face, who looks that good. He gets himself together quickly, "I think Bowie's here."

The au in which Robbe finds a toddler hiding in a clothing rack at a store and ends up falling for his dad

- The way we feel @toskyandbeyond (in the works | currently 17,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26364451/chapters/64213597

It’s always been like that. Robbe and Sander, through thick and thin. There was not a thing they didn’t go through together. Moreover, they couldn’t even imagine living without each other’s presence.

The day they met it was almost like two old souls encountered once again. Like they were meant to find each other.

- The finest of the meadow @allforyoumylove (complete | 18,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26009740/chapters/63239776

The universe brings two lonely boys together in a flowering meadow. They fall for each other fast and hard among delicate daisies, warm summer breezes, and shooting stars.

20k - 40k

- Come closer I’ll give you all my love @sonderthroughthestreets (in the works | 22,6k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27249196/chapters/66568180

Robbe’s ex is a pain and Sander helps get rid of him. The problem? They’ve been friends for as long as they can remember and some point between the blurred lines, they fall in love.

- Put your head on my shoulder @Aniloracat (in the works | currently 24,9k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24079126/chapters/5795296

Because of some past mistakes and communication issues, Robbe and Sander can't stand each other anymore, until they are "forced" to stay in quarantine alone and face their feelings.

📌 Or the enemies to lovers, roommates, quarantine fanfic nobody asked for 😅

📌 Title based on Paul Anka's song 'Put your head in my shoulder'

- Waiting down at the station @ivy_seas (in the works | currently 25,5k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28995576/chapters/71160429

The world is winter, it’s the inconvenient snowfall on the walk to the six-thirty train, it’s falling for the stranger who happens to take the same train. When to take a risk becomes the same question of when to let go of something you’re not really sure you had in the first place. But maybe the world isn’t so cruel.

—strangers to lovers au

- Wings to Earn @to-enter-polaris (complete | 26,6k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28432749/chapters/69672963

After playing volleyball abroad for two years, Sander comes back home to fix his mistake of leaving in the first place, but Robbe isn't ready to forgive him.

- time may change me, but i can't trace time @abittersweetsong (in the works | currently 30,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27785878/chapters/68021533

“You’re my best friend and I love you.”

It’s a simple admission and it settles gently in Robbe’s soul.

Or Robbe and Sander find each other in every universe, but in this one they're best friends first.

- If You say Run, I'll Run with You @Aniloracat (complete | 32,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25970479/chapters/63133504

Robbe is having a terrible day and a hot, but annoying white-haired photographer that won't stop appearing everywhere is not making it any better. That's it, until sparks fly, and Robbe decides he's found the perfect distraction from his terrible day.

One-night stand AU that's not meant to be a one-night stand.

- Vrijdag 21:37 @wasteourdaysdreaming (complete | 34,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22002403/chapters/52504453

The same party one Friday night in February, told from different perspectives.

- You know i'm always at your shoulder (take your heart out of its holster) @wafflesofdoom (in the works (but can be read separate from each other) | currently 35,2k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21979630/chapters/52448740

“I must have been really good, in another universe, to deserve you,” Sander whispered, thumb brushing the line of Robbe’s cheekbone, the pad of his thumb soft against Robbe’s skin.

Robbe simply kissed the inside of Sander’s wrist, shaking his head. “You are good in this universe, too,” he said. “You found me, when I needed you the most.”

learning how to be in a real, actual relationship isn't the easiest thing in the world, and robbe is very new to it all, and he's got a lot to figure out when it comes to being in actual, everyday love with sander. the first six months of a relationship are the best - and they're some of the hardest, too. these are the first six months of robbe and sander's relationship.

- this rough magic @aholynight (complete | 36,4k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21760975/chapters/51919642

Though he’s a sixth-prefect and the newest member of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, Muggleborn Robbe can still hardly believe that he’s made of magic.

Sander is the seventh-year Gryffindor beater whose wild behavior and delinquent reputation precedes him.

Though Robbe desperately wants to believe in the angel-faced boy he sees in front of him—and ignore the rumors of Sander’s devilish behavior—he’s not sure his heart can afford the risk.

But when Sander and Robbe are left in a nearly-empty Hogwarts over the Christmas holiday, avoiding Sander might no longer be an option.

40k - 60k

- The night we met @themoongirl (complete | 42,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22189216/chapters/52975012

Robbe Ijzermans has a brain that won't let him sleep, a chest that feels far too heavy and thoughts that never stop.

During his first year of college he meets Sander Driesen. Robbe finds what he never went looking for.

AKA, a college AU.

- Visitations @lucidpantone (complete | 46,1k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22537474/chapters/53855452

Does Robbe and Sander's relationship survive into adulthood.

This fic takes place in two simultaneously timelines: the past and the present.

The present occurs in one entire day. Both timelines are completely out of chronological order. Everything is in clips.You can be dropped in at anytime of the day in any timeline. So clip by clip you will need to piece together what happen to Sander & Robbe and why the present looks the way it does and what happened in the past that got them there.

This love story is a journey. So be prepared.

In the words of one of our Even's. It’s a complicated love story between complicated people.

- look into my eyes, ignore the rest @robbesdriesen (complete | 47,4k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26230513/chapters/63842047

a story of how robbe and sander fall in love in front of the camera and behind it (which in their case, the camera isn't needed at all)

- rotten work @aholynight (complete | 50,5k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22239544/chapters/53102809

Robbe is a college freshman whose reckless habits and excessive drinking are starting to look an awful lot like calculated self-destruction—though his loneliness might be the thing that kills him first.

Sander is a visual arts major a few years above Robbe, with a face nobody can forget and a fuck boy reputation he can't seem to shake.

Everybody warns Robbe to stay away from the Sander, unless he wants to get burned. But Robbe's the kind of boy who likes playing with fire.

- just friends @sincerelysobbe (complete | 51k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27861626/chapters/68215882

Months ago, after a one-night stand that couldn't stay that way, Robbe and Sander made an agreement—the two of them, no strings attached. But, Sander's feelings for Robbe were strong, to begin with, and they're growing stronger with each passing day—and he knows that he is more in love with Robbe than he should be.

- run and score @robbesdriesen (complete | 59,8k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23372407/chapters/56000917

Robbe Ijzermans is the star goalie of Antwerp U’s football team, naturally blocking shots as if it were his sixth sense. Sander Driesen is their star striker, having an eagle eye for the goal at all times.

Robbe always had a distaste for his bleached-blonde teammate and the annoying way he carried himself, but Robbe can never mask how much he admires him from a distance.

When they finally begin to learn more about each other, there is no going back for either.

With the looming playoffs in jeopardy for their entire team, will Robbe & Sander be able to manage it together? All while falling in love with each other at the same time?

> 60k

- Eastwood liberty @fockinglevendcliche (in the works | currently 69,7k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24250837/chapters/58438588

Eastwood Liberty students had only one mission: to always be on top, at everything, no matter the cost.

It took Robbe just a day to realize that people there only cared about two things: money and power. But that was no surprise to him. What he didn't expect was to be confronted by this group of rich and spoiled boys, who used to always get what they wanted, especially their leader, Sander Driesen.

Sander made the rules, but unfortunately for him, Robbe had never been really good at sticking to them.

- Do i know you? @SrtaPepa (in the works | currently 88k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23340514/chapters/55913782

Robbe has lost his memory from the last three years. He doesn’t remember finishing school and start college with Yasmina; he doesn’t remember going to live to the flatshare, or move out to a new place, or being friends with Milan, neither coming out as gay. And the worst of all of this is that Robbe doesn’t remember meeting Sander or that he is, in fact, truly, madly, deeply in love with him.

Hopefully, sometimes feelings are stronger than memories.

- jij verliest @sincerelysobbe (complete | 104,1k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24445087/chapters/58986433

For the past three months, Robbe’s life—and what it once was—had been stripped away and rearranged. Now, if anything, his life had become a bit repetitive: homework, stream, ignore Thomas’s Instagram, repeat. But one Friday evening, Robbe meets a hurricane in the form of a platinum-haired tattoo artist who just might show him everything that he’s been missing.

- Remember my name @ijzermans (complete | 106,3k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24215371/chapters/58335259

The past few weeks, Robbe has noticed a new guy has attended his high school.

Nobody really seems to care about the strange bleached kid, yet Robbe on the other hand, can't help but feel intrigued by him.

The new guy happens to be Sander, and he's not that easy to connect with. He's quiet, distant, and has a past he'd rather not share.

Or will Robbe make a difference?

- Paint me in trust @themoongirl (complete | 116,2k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24235861/chapters/58395625

“What are you looking for, Robbe?” Sander tilted his head, moving closer.

“A rush.” Robbe whispered, his lips brushing Sander’s.

Robbe Ijzermans has spent the better part of two years chasing the need to feel real again. Though being an adrenaline junkie is hardly a healthy coping mechanism, it’s one of the only things he has left.

Sander Driesen is a vampire with an unspeakable, dreadful past that won't seem to leave him.

When Robbe gets roped into Sander’s life he finds the feeling he has been chasing all along. But Sander's world has a different kind of risk, and it forces them to come face to face with the greatest danger of all. Fear of a life without the other.

#wtfock #we tried our best to remember as many fic as possible #sobbe fic #ao3 fic #fic recommendation #multi chapter #one shot #my posts #fave #my recommendations #masterpost

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shigarakispuppy · 4 years

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BNHA Boys watching their favorite TV shows with you pt 1

🦿📖Tenya Iida📖🦿

After a long chaotic day of heroing, iida walks through the door and profoundly announces he’s home

You run to the door to welcome him and kiss his cheek - only to feel him dragging you to the couch seconds later

“Rough day?”

He just sighs while you grab the remote

“Big Bang Theory it is then”

He plops down on the sofa, pulling you down with him into a warm embrace

Lots of snuggles and forehead kisses - he will run his fingers through your hair while you lay on his lap

You can feel his whole body wiggle when he laughs it’s so cute -

💣💥Katsuki Bakugou💥💣

This kid has been watching The Walking Dead since the first season

It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to watch it - he will drag your ass kicking and screaming to the couch

Someone got bitten by a zombie? “What a fuckin weakling”

Watching TWD with him is a ritual at this point - Every Sunday night you make nachos, drag all the blankets into the living room and snuggle in tight

You can feel his heart race when a jump scare pops up, but he won’t admit he got scared.

“I just wasn’t expecting it, dumbass!”

He giggles and pulls you into an embrace of small kisses

💛⚡️Denki Kaminari⚡️💛

It’s 12am and both of you are wide awake

Both in your pjs, he reaches for the remote and turns on adult swim

Oh no

The Rick and Morty intro appears on the Tv and you know you’re in for a sleepless night

Not because you’re watching, no - because he’s laughing loud enough to keep you awake, telling you to look at the screen, and shakes your whole body when an exciting scene comes on

This kid only ate Mcdondals for weeks straight when the Szechuan sauce promotion was running

Eventually, you finally catch some Z’s when he calms down from the excitement and starts petting your head

☀️✨Mirio Togata✨☀️

He’s a busy boy so he doesn’t have time to binge a full series

He quotes The Office more than he realizes. His favorite of all time, “Dwight, you ignorant slut”

He watches the fire drill episode when ever he’s had a hard day

A perfect day off would be watching it with you, feeling your body on his lap, and hearing your adorable giggles.

🗻❤️Eijiro Kirishima❤️🗻

He will literally watch Bobs Burgers anywhere

At a party? On the toilet? In a meeting? Yes, yes and yes

But his FAVORITE place to watch it is with you

Wants to go as Gene and Tina on Halloween - wether he wants you or him to be Tina is still debatable

Will attempt to do their voice impressions just to make you giggle

During a steamy makeout session he stops, looks you dead in the eyes and says

“Your ass is grass and I’m gonna mow it.”

It ruined the mood but it was totally worth watching you roll off the couch in laughter

🐶💚Izuku Midoriya💚🐶

Deku will watch any superhero show and fall in love with it in a heart beat

But Runaways is his favorite

It’s the perfect mix of heroism, quirkiness and humor

He will literally sit with and binge you for hours

L o v e s laying on your lap while you pet his head like a puppy

He will casually feed you popcorn and miss your mouth because his eyes are glued to the screen

🤍🧊Shoto Todoroki 🔥❤️

Oh icythot our angel of a boy

When he first started game of thrones, he felt guilty watching all the spicy scenes

He had an internal debate whether he should watch it or not - because all of the sex - but he was so curious about what would happen next so he carried on

Trying to ask him a question while he’s watching? If you’re lucky he might reply within 10 minutes

“Baby where’s the charger?”

“...”

“Baby?”

“...huh....”

You’re at the point where you just laugh it off, give him a big smooch and snuggle right next to him

💜🐈 Hitoshi Shinsou 🐈💜

Hope you love horror and sex because American Horror Story is all you two are watching aside from serial killer documentaries

Loves to yell “YoUrE aLl I WaNttT, YoUre AlL I HaAaaVe” at you when ever you get irritated at him

His favorite seasons in order? Murderhouse, Asylum, Cult, Coven, Freakshow, Apocalypse, Roanoke, and Hotel in that order

Don’t agree with that? He WILL fight you on it

Our cat boy loves watching it at night, mainly because he likes watching you look around the room in fear to make sure there’s nothing there - only to sneak attack spook you

In all reality he loves you very much even if he thinks your favorite seasons arent superior to his

Lots of tight snuggles and makeout sessions with this edgy baby

💜🐙Tamaki Amajiki 🐙💜

Tamaki has seen ALL of the Netflix originals and Stranger Things still holds #1 in his heart (aside from you, of course)

Like it’s so hard to choose between his favorite shows because when he isn’t taking down villains he’s on his bed binge watching tv series

He’s still an anxiety filled emo boy what do you expect of him

Will be sad if you watch it without him so don’t

He may be a pro hero at this point but he’s a pro snuggler as well

He’s so w a r m??? Probably because his metabolism is always working but who cares!¡ He is your personal heater

He ships Joyce and Hopper like no other

Sorry I was so late posting! I have a really fun post in the making but it’s taking awhile to create ❤️ it will be worth it!

Also I didn’t add a few because I didn’t want this to be too long! If you want any of the others let me know and I will add them at the end of my part 2 when I do villains and pros 🖤

#bnha #bnha imagines #mha gifs #mha headcanons #my hero academia #my hero headcanons #mha imagines #mha #shinsou hitoshi #iida #deku #todoroki #mha bakugou #bakugo #tamaki amajiki #mirio togata #kaminari denki #denki headcanons

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years

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kiss me in the d-a-r-k .2.

sunday

Warnings: non/dub con sex (kissling and touchling) psst that’s a game grumps joke which I don’t know the reference for, but seriously, warnings people.

This is dark!(dad)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: The reader struggles through a restless night.

Note: Part two has arrived. There will be six total (She leaves on Friday, y’all so not an entire week but close enough right!) Hope you guys are having fun with this, it’s a bit of a slow burn but it gets hot! I promise.

We get a sexy dad!Steve who’s a bit more devious than dark and well…I’ll let you guys figure it out for yourselves! I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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The long drive and day in the sun coaxed you into a deep sleep. You awoke as the sunlight peeked in around the heavy curtains and stretched across the queen mattress. University had conditioned you to a narrow twin bed and home had seen you sleeping on an aged double. This was a true vacation even if set in the middle of suburbia.

You rose and readied for another day. You'd bask in laziness for as long as it lasted. A pair of torn denim shorts, a loose tank top from that concert you attended during frosh week, and the most comfortable bra you had short of none at all.

You stepped out into the hall. The house was quiet. The silence even more daunting as the grand halls were airy and seemingly endless. You tiptoed down to Kylie’s door and knocked. No answer. You gave another tap and turned the handle slowly.

Kylie was goddess-like in consciousness, but asleep, she was a bear in her cave. Her snores met you first and then the sight of her. Stretched across her canopied bed with a blanket twisted around her long leg. Her phone was still in her hand just beside her pillow.

You backed out and gently closed the door. You hated waking other people. You could wait for her. It was early. Only seven. Maybe you could do something nice. Breakfast? Kylie was nice enough to host and her father was tolerant enough to allow her. It would be a pleasant surprise...if you didn’t destroy the kitchen.

Upon entering the kitchen, you paused and looked around. Even if it was a kind gesture, you wondered if you were overstepping. Staying in another’s house was always a high wire act. A little too far one way or another and you’d be falling to your demise. You bit your lip and your eyes focused on the silver coffee maker at the corner of the counter. Coffee wouldn’t be too much.

You neared and leaned over the marble. Alright, this was a fancy machine. Where exactly did you put the water? You ran your fingers along the top as you felt for a lip but it was entirely smooth. You frowned and traced your fingertips down the back. Was this magic? Could they afford even that?

“You alright?” You were drawn back by the voice, a pathetic squeak caught in your throat. Steve stood at the end of the island. How long had he been there? Watching?

“Yeah, I uh...was trying to figure out how to make coffee. I mean, I know how to I just--”

“It’s fine,” He assured you and rounded the island, “It’s a stupid machine.” He neared and leaned over the counter. You were pinned against the curve of it as he pressed his fingers around the other side. The top popped up with a click. “When we were still together, my ex-wife hired an interior designer who shared her taste in the extravagant. I’ve just never bothered to use it too much but Kylie thrives on her lattes.”

“Oh,” He backed up and opened the cupboard above. He shifted through the boxes of tea and spices. He pulled out three bags of beans. “She has...Colombian, espresso, and...salted caramel? Hmm, didn’t know coffee was so fancy.” He looked back into the cupboard. He could see much more than you could. “I’m sure she has more.”

“It’s fine, Colombian works for me,” You assured him and made yourself look at him. His hair was slightly damp with sweat and his thin shirt clung to his chest.

He left the Colombian roast out and closed the cupboard. He opened the next and pulled out the grinder. You watched as he plugged it in. It was usually instant or pre-ground for you. You felt even more displaced.

“Thanks.” You mumbled and he smiled as he took the top off the grinder and opened it up. “I think I can figure it out from here.”

“I’m sure you can,” He handed over the detachable cup and backed up. He grabbed the empty plastic tumbler he had left on the island and went to the sink. He rinsed it out as you loaded the beans into the grinder. “I’ve already had my wake up,” He said as he placed the cup in the dish rack and worked on cleaning the lid.

“Work out?” You wondered. The shorts, the shoes, the sweat. It was easy small talk.

“Try to get them in before Kylie wakes...which these days isn’t before noon,” He turned off the tap and leaned against the island as he watched you. He paused as you clicked the cup into place and nodded for you to hit the button. He waited as you ground the beans. “Not used to having her back. Last summer she had a job but she’s back to her mom’s in two weeks so we’ll see if she can find anything there.”

“Oh, it must be...crowded now,” Your words turned to a grunt as you tried to untwist the cup. It was jammed.

“Mmm, I wouldn’t put it that way,” He replied, “Wait, don’t force--”

He was behind you but not fast enough. The top of the grinder released and grounds dusted your front. Down your face and neck, all the way inside your tank top. His laugh kept your from cursing.

“Sorry, I should’ve warned you,” He took the grinder from you and shoved it back. He opened a drawer and grabbed a cloth. You turned to him as you tried not to spread the coffee to the floor. “Hold still.”

He started to wipe you face, surprising you as you thought he was focused more on the counter. You blinked and let him. You didn’t know what else to do. He chuckled as the cloth swept around your chin and down your neck.

“Well, I guess this is one way of getting a caffeine rush.”

You shook your head and his hand hovered just above your tank top. You both froze at the realization. His eyes went to his hand and your breath caught. You reached up and snatched the cloth from him and he quickly rescinded his arm. You turned and continued to wipe away the grinds on you before focusing on the counter.

“Sorry, I’ve made such a mess.” You tried to ignore the rising tension. That was weird.

He was beside you again and he reached for the cup. He held it up. “I think there’s enough for a pot.”

He stepped behind you as you bent slightly over the counter to get the stray grounds. You could feel him against you as he reached around and grabbed the filter from the machine. He didn’t back up as he filled it and put it back.

“You should go get cleaned up. I’ll take care of the coffee,” He took the carafe and finally backed away. “Don’t worry about the counter.”

He filled the pot. You peeked over at him as you straightened up with a hand full of grounds. You swore he was smiling. Rather, smirking. You tore your eyes from him and searched out the trash bin at the end of the counter. You hit the step and dumped the handful inside and shook out the cloth.

“Thanks,” You said as you neared and set the cloth beside the sink. “Again.”

“Don’t worry about it,” He twisted the faucet off. “Figured you girls would need a hand around here anyway.”

You nodded and rushed out of the room. You had embarrassed yourself enough. You didn’t consider his words until you were halfway up the stairs. Kylie said his plans had been cancelled but he made it sound like it was more of a choice. Maybe it had been to keep her from Taylor after all.

You shrugged. It wasn’t your problem. It was more a father-daughter issue and you preferred to ignore it and enjoy your reprieve from the real world.

Your second day went much the same as the first. Sunbathing, swimming, and scintillation. At least the novel tried to be steamy but it was more hot air.

You were on a lounge chair, sunglasses hid your closed eyes, and you sighed. You didn’t want to get up but there were limits to your sluggishness. You were thirsty and the heat wasn’t helping. Kylie was on her phone with her legs in the pool. She had been chattering for the last hour trying to arrange some get together.

You stood with a stretch. “Hey,” She covered the speaker of her phone, “You going inside?”

“Just grabbing some water,” You said.

“Can you get me a cooler. There right in the back hidden behind the eggs.” You frowned. You didn’t want to abet her in her deception but you also didn’t need to argue with your host.

“Fine,” She was already back on her phone, knowing your acquiescence was granted.

You slid the glass door open and stepped inside. The kitchen was enticingly cool. You poured yourself a water and set it on the island. You already made enough of a mess in here and you weren’t eager to outstay yourself already. You opened the fridge and searched out the eggs. They were beneath the butter dish and an unopened carton of cream.

You bent and snaked your arm over the dairy and felt around for the secreted coolers. Jesus Christ, this fridge was the second portal to Narnia. Nothing. A shadow appeared over you and you stood so fast you hit your elbow on the fridge door.

Steve leaned against the freezer door as he grinned down at you. “I moved the coolers,” He said. “Just under the crisper.”

“Oh,” You chewed your cheek guiltily. “I--”

“Kylie’s not as clever as she thinks. Besides, I always told her, under this roof and within reason, she can indulge. She’s an adult by law but can’t buy a drink or rent a car. Rules don’t always make sense.”

You backed up as he knelt down and reached under the drawer and revealed a bright blue vodka drink. He stood and offered it to you. “You grabbing one for her too?”

“This is for her?” You hesitantly took the bottle. “Thanks.”

“Not much of a vacation,” He snickered.

“Water’s fine,” You backed up and started to close the fridge door. He caught it swiftly.

“You sure? I got beer?” He offered.

“No, really. I shouldn’t.”

He laughed and let go of the door. “You know, Kylie doesn’t usually have such straight-laced friends.”

“I’m not straight-laced,” You said. “I just...don’t want any.”

“No judgment from me,” He held his hands up as you stepped past him and grabbed your water. “Either way. Offer stands. Beer’s in the mini-fridge in the garage. Or you can try your luck at bartering a cooler off Kylie.”

“Thanks,” You were curt. You didn’t mean to be but the tension from earlier started to nip at you. These little run-ins were starting to be less spontaneous. His little jokes were not as amusing. Not so transparent.

You held the bottle under your arm as you slid shut the glass door behind you. You peered through it as you did and found Steve’s gaze well below your eye line. You turned quickly and acted like you didn’t notice. You didn’t. It was all your imagination. Surely, it had to be. If you couldn’t turn the heads of frat boys, you were nothing to the established suburban man.

You couldn’t sleep. You could blame the usual reticence of being in another’s house;the feeling of displacement that made it hard to settle down. Homesickness, even. But likely it was the argument that had ended your night. You came here to live it up with Kylie but she had other plans. Well, she always had other, better plans.

She was sneaking out to see Taylor. Not only were you offended that you were being ditched, you didn’t want to be dragged into her deceptions. It was one thing for her to lie to her dad but another for you to do it. As far as you were concerned, he was footing the cost of your visit and it was becoming more and more obvious. You felt more a boarder than a guest.

Of course, Kylie was stubborn. You never won an argument with her. She did as she pleased and you just rolled over. Fine, let her go out. If you were sent home early, maybe it was for the best. You were already dreading the pool party she had planned for the next night. For her it was a reunion, for you, a night of introductions. Those never went very well.

You pulled the pillow over your head and growled. Sleep, please. You wouldn’t be so mad in the morning and your anxiety would die down by the time of the party. Hopefully. Another fifteen minutes tossing and turning and you threw your pillow.

You grabbed your phone as you sat up and checked the time. One in the morning. Kylie had messaged you shortly after her escape. ‘Be back before morning’. Great, not vague at all. You rolled your eyes and dropped your phone onto the bed. You needed something to ease your nerves. Tire yourself out.

You didn’t bother flipping on the light. The moon streamed in through the open curtains and you searched out your most comfortable shorts and a tank top. You were glad you had the sense to pack a sports bra. You anticipated joining Kylie on one of her morning runs. She hadn’t yet woke up early enough for that.

You pulled on your sneakers and stood. You weren’t really a gym person but you might as well take advantage of it while you were here. You stepped out into the hall, keeping your footsteps light as you found the railing and carefully descended the stairs. Your eyes attuned to the dark and you were more confident in your path.

The gym was at the east end of the lower floor. You stopped at the end of the hall and listened. The echoes of your sneakers stoked your paranoia. Both Steve and Kylie welcomed you to enjoy the house’s perks. You were doing nothing wrong.

You opened the door and flicked on the light. You should’ve grabbed your phone. Music always went well with exercise. Oh well. You just wanted to work off some of this excess energy. You stretched and climbed onto the bicycle. It faced away from the door and out the large window that peaked out onto the finely trimmed garden. The yard was almost eerie at night. A labyrinth of shadows.

You pedaled for about ten minutes before you felt like falling off. Your muscles burned already. It might be a good idea to use the uni gym when you returned to campus. It was included in tuition and you’d hate to toss away money for nothing.

You kicked your legs back to their limit and the door clicked. You stopped suddenly and the pedals pushed on your feet uncomfortably. You peeked over your shoulder as the door opened. Steve looked surprised to find you there and his blue eyes flashed.

“Oh, sorry, thought maybe I left the light on,” He said. He wore nothing but a pair of dark blue shorts. A towel was over his broad shoulder and you made sure to keep your eyes above it. You untangled your feet from the pedals and stepped down from the bike with a small stumble. As graceful as ever.

“I was just...um, well, I couldn’t sleep, I thought…” You stuttered.

“It’s fine. That’s what it’s here for.” He smiled. “Must be contagious. I haven’t been able to settle down either.”

“Ah,” Your eyebrows twitched as you did your best to humour him.

“Heard the Mercedes about an hour ago. That didn’t help,” His voice turned stern. “Kylie thinks I still don’t know about that trellis she likes to climb down.” You glanced away guiltily. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you lie for her. I’m good at acting oblivious.”

You looked to him and frowned. “I told her not to go.”

“As I said, she’s an adult. You’re an adult,” He waved his hand nonchalantly, “I just happen to live here.”

You didn’t know what to say. You exhaled and glanced around the room. You were ready to go back to bed.

“Anyways, I didn’t mean to interrupt or reprimand you,” He pulled the towel from his shoulder and held it at his side. “Was just on my way to the hot tub and happened to see the light.”

Hot tub? You couldn’t help the tilt of your head. This house had everything.

“No worries,” You assured him, “I was just about done.”

“Oh yeah?” He planted an elbow on the door frame. Don’t look, you warned yourself. Don’t look at his chest. Or his abs. You didn’t know men as old as him had abs. “You’re welcome to...join me? Hot tub’s warmed up and ready to go.”

You chuckled nervously. “No, I don’t...I appreciate it but I don’t even have my suit.”

He raised a brow and thought. The corner of his mouth lifted just a little. “You don’t need it.”

You blinked. Then blinked again. You weren’t quite sure you got his meaning. Or you did and were in shock. Either way, all you could do was stare.

You giggled. It was nervous and shrill but it was all you could manage. Your eyes slipped and you saw the twitch in his shorts. Oh god, you were starting to get light-headed. You were asleep. Dreaming. Right?

You barely noticed as he stood straight and crossed the gym. As he neared, he reached behind you and draped his towel over bicycle seat. You wanted to step back but you couldn’t make yourself.

“It’s a vacation.” His hand was on your arm, “The hot water might even help you sleep. I’ve always been told as much.”

Your chest rose and fell and you murmured. There were no real words.

“It’s just a soak.” His voice was gristly.

You were so stupid. Your head snapped back and you shook away the clouds. You had totally misunderstood him. You were a fool.

“Uh, sure,” You shrugged but sounded less than casual. “I don’t see why I shouldn’t. I mean...it’ll be nice.”

“You’re tense,” He squeezed your arm and let go, “It’ll loosen you up.”

Just down the hall was the jacuzzi room. There was a small sauna at its far end. The hot tub was the centerpiece and filled the small space with steam. Steve waved you in first and closed the door behind him as he followed. He left his towel on the long bench beside the door and wasted no time in approaching the tub.

He walked down the steps and sighed as he settled against the wall of the tub. You wondered, even if you had wildly misunderstood him, if this was at all appropriate. Kylie wasn’t even here. That made it feel even worse.

You watched Steve stretch his arms across the lips of the jacuzzi and you pondered the rippling water. The jets were screaming your name.

You started with your sneakers and socks. Those were easiest. The tank top was harder. Your sports bra offered enough coverage but wasn’t as thick as your usual one. You rolled down your shorts to reveal your panties. It wasn’t much different than a bikini but the panties were a bit too short in the back. You kept your front to Steve as you approached the tub. You could feel your butt peeking out the bottom.

You slowly descended the steps. The water lulled away your nerves as you got deeper and waded over to the bench, just at the end of Steve’s reach. That was an acceptable distance. Not far enough to offend but not close enough to disturb.

His head was leaned back, eyes closed. He was entirely unbothered by your presence. Why did you always do this? You always got so worked up for nothing. It was nothing! You exhaled and relaxed against the tub. You let your arms fall to your side and the water embraced you.

But you still couldn’t relax. Your heart was beating so fast. You fidgeted every time you started to sink too far and finally you sat up. You crossed your legs and examined the wrinkles along your fingertips. You felt a warmth on your shoulder just above the water.

You looked over as Steve slid closer on the bench, his hand on your shoulder. “Just relax. Enjoy it,” He said, “Here, I’ve got this little trick for tension.”

He was right against you as his hands went to either side of your head, his arm bent around your shoulder. He pushed two fingers to both temples and rubbed.

“Come on. Close your eyes.”

You didn’t know why you listened. It was wrong for him to touch you like this. You should say no but this was his house. He invited you in here and you couldn’t turn him away.

He rubbed your temples and your heart slowed. Then his fingers tickled along your cheeks and he massaged the back of your neck with his thumbs. Then he moved to your shoulders, a hand slipped and his arm was around you. He pulled you close as he continued to work your muscles with one hand moving back and forth between your shoulder.

You leaned your head back against his arm and let out a long breath. You were almost suffocating as the heat of his body melded with that of the tub. You felt pressure on your lips and your eyes snapped open. He was kissing you. His hand drifted from your shoulder and cupped your breast through the thin sports bra. You were certain he could feel your nipple as it hardened.

Your eyelids fluttered and you brought your hand up between you. You pushed on his chest and he ran his tongue across your bottom lip. You pushed harder and finally he parted. He sat back but kept his arm around your shoulders.

“I…” You touched your chest just above the bra, your lip trembled. “I should go.”

You stood and he caught your wrist. He clung to you until you turned back. “You don’t have to. Kylie is gone, we’re all alone.”

“I...I can’t,” You wiggled your arm free of his grasp.

You turned and pushed your body through the water and dragged yourself along the metal railing. You didn’t look back. Only gathered your clothes and hurried to the door. The water stirred but he did not leave the tub.

“Goodnight,” Steve called as you opened the door. “See you tomorrow.”

You closed it behind you and nearly slipped on your wet feet. What did he mean? Was it a courtesy? A promise? A threat? You didn’t wait for the answer to come as you raced down the hall.

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Smoke and Mirrors pt 5

a/n: Y/N meets the guys

warnings: uhhh, fever symptoms, things get a lil steamy at the end

After the day you’d had, you fell asleep long before your usual bedtime, and well into the next morning. It was Sunday, so it’s not like anything mattered. Noodles was tucked under your arm and San had his arm thrown over your waist. You didn’t remember going to bed, but you probably passed out from emotional distress sometime last night between crying and kissing the man in your bed. You zoned out tracing the stylistic tattoo wrapped over San’s shoulder. It looked familiar, but you couldn’t quite place why. It was blurry in your eyesight and San shifted, humming in your ear.

“Y/N? Are you awake?”

You hummed an affirmative noise, which bothered Noodles, him meowing and hopping off the bed.

“How are you feeling today? You wanna tell me about what happened?” San asked, propping his head up on his palm.

He looked down at your, shadowy and muted in the cloudy light coming in from your window. His hand cupped around your waist, his thumb rubbing small slow circles into your skin.

“Jacob is dead.” you said plainly.

San’s eyebrows knit, leaning closer.

“The guy you went to dinner with earlier?” San asked for clarification.

“Yeah, we weren’t super close or anything, but we were friends at work, ya know? Kinda the only person in the whole office that wasn’t a total dick to me.” you explained, watching the ceiling fan go in circles.

“Your friend? You weren’t dating?” he asked.

You chuckled shaking your head.

“Nah, just friends. I think Jacob might have a had abit of a crush on me, but there wasn’t anything going on.” you confirmed.

San swallowed audibly, and sat up abruptly. He ran his hands through his hair like he was stressed out. You furrowed your eyebrows and sat up with him. It was your friend that died, so why was he so torn up. Suddenly, he pulled you into his arms, wrapping you up completely in a hug.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry…” he started, and you patted him on the back awkwardly.

“It's not your fault San. But thank you anyway. Thank you for taking care of me yesterday too.” you said, pulling back.

San smiled awkwardly, it not quite reaching his eyes.

“Of course, anything for you.” he says.

“Is it weird to ask you to leave? I want to be alone for a little while.” you asked and San nodded vigorously.

“Whatever you need. Call me if you need anything, I’ll always answer.” San said, and pecked you on the forehead before slipping out of bed.

You heard him say goodbye to Noodles and the front door shut and lock before you flopped back down on your bed. You spent a few more hours vegging out in bed before you finally dragged yourself out of bed. You cleaned the apartment in a daze and then put on some mindless TV with Noodles on your lap.

You took a shower and went to bed on time. You thought about taking time off from work, but who knows when Jacob’s funeral was going to be and it would dredge up the same emotions all over again. So you packed up all your sadness and angst and packed it away to deal with when the day came.

The next day you got dressed, fed Noodles, and San drove you to work. The bodyguards weren’t in the car, and you didn’t comment on it. The air in the car was stale and neither of you made the effort to make conversation. You had a bit of a sore throat and your back hurt. You were dozing off in the passenger seat and didn't even realize until San was shaking you awake at the office.

“Y/N, maybe you should take the day off…” he tried but you shook your head.

“I’ll be fine.” you brushed him off climbing out of the car.

For most of the day you were fine. You weren’t particularly sad or anything, just tired. You could look at some numbers, you didn’t need to waste your vacation time on this. Or so you thought.

The numbers on the ledgers kept swimming in front of your face and nothing was making sense. You tried to take your notes to the best of your ability, but nothing was making sense. You laid your head down against the table, closing your eyes and breathing hard. Colors flashed behind your eyelids and you felt light-headed. What the hell was going on?

You decided to take a quick breather with your head lying against the cool material of the desk, but it warmed up quickly, and somehow you got the idea in your head to lie on floor. When you stood up, you automatically became faint, your knees buckling and bringing you to the floor. You yelped and knocked down a few binders on the way down.

The noise of the heavy binders hitting the floor alerted Keran, and she came to check on you.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” she asked, helped you back into your chair. You caught sight of her tattoo again.

“You and San have similar tattoos.” you mumbled.

“Here, put your head between your knees, I’ll get San. And a glass of water.” she said, making sure you were stable before leaving.

San came rushing into the room a moment later, kneeling in front of you and taking your face in his hands. He brushed your hair from your face, trying to catch your eyes.

“Y/N? Can you hear me?”

You hummed an affirmative, nodding your head almost made you tip over.

“Here, boss.” Keran returned, handing San a paper cup of water for you. He held the drink up to your lips and you drank it quickly.

“Did you eat yesterday?” he asked and you nodded gently.

“Does your head hurt? What’s wrong?” San asked.

He sounded calm but was actually freaking out.

“My back hurts, and my throat is kind of sore. It’s hot.” you mumbled.

San realized that you were sweating profusely, but you still had your coat on. He quickly stripped it from you, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. Then he cupped your neck with both hands, feeling your temperature.

“You’re burning up baby…” he said worried.

You were too out of it to react to him calling you baby, squinting at him as your eyesight blurred suddenly.

“Why’d you take my coat, s’cold now.” you muttered, swaying in your seat.

“Probably a bad fever, you should take them to the hospital.” Keran said, and it sounded like she was speaking underwater.

“Tell the guys to get the car.” San ordered, and scooped you up in his arms bridal style.

The change in position made you dizzy and you squeezed your eyes closed to fight off the nausea.

“You’re strong…” you commented out loud.

San chuckled, carrying you out to the parking lot. He buckled you into the back seat and called his doctor while the guards drove you to the hospital.

The next 72 hours passed in a general haze of colors, sounds, and smells. You recalled San feeding you some kind of soup, stumbling into the wall on your way to the bathroom, and lots and lots of Powerade.

“This is what you get for sitting out in the rain for 20 minutes like a goose.” San reprimanded, but you just sneezed on him in retaliation.

“That was on fucking purpose wasn’t it? Don’t pretend to be fever crazy now, you’re disgusting.” he whined, but you just rolled over and hid under the covers.

On the third day, you were more sane, and Jacob’s funeral was happening in the morning. You were still too sick to attend the service, and you would have felt out of place with Jacob’s family and close friends there anyway. San was nice enough to help you get dressed and drive you out so you could at least leave some flowers on his grave and say your goodbyes. He even brought a bouquet himself to put on Jacob’s grave. Purple hyacinths. After that you’d come back home exhausted from just that short trip outside and passed out.

When you were finally feeling well enough to go back to work on the fourth day, San hit you with some interesting news.

“I think you should meet the guys.” he says.

You look at him eyes wide in shock.

“Who? You mean your friends?” you asked.

“Yeah, is that weird?” he laughed it off, but rather awkwardly.

“I mean, a little. Why does it sound like I’m meeting your parents or something?” you chuckled to diffuse the tension but San just looked nervous.

“I mean, I know we can’t really do anything officially until you’re done with your investigation, but I thought maybe… maybe we had something going on between us but if I read that wrong-”, you cut him off before he could ramble any longer.

“No, you read it right. But yeah, we need to keep it professional until I finish this case.” you say.

“So, we can say it’s about the investigation if anyone asks. I just really want you to meet them without you being all nervous and jumpy. I have a lunch meeting with them on Friday if you want to tag along.” ho offers.

That sounds… nice. It’s probably a good idea to meet them in a setting that doesn’t absolutely terrify you. So you agree. If you were to pinpoint the exact moment your relationship with Choi San changed, this would be the moment. From then on, your relationship with San was purely unprofessional.

It was also another fatal mistake. You never should have met San’s other friends, letting the eight of them lull you into a false sense of security.

Friday came and you were nervous. Despite San’s assurances that they were really nice guys and that they’d love you, your mental images of his friends were still very dark, serious and scary. And just like when you first met San, they proved you completely wrong.

For one, Kim Hongjoong didn’t look like a hardened mafia boss. He looked like the type of person you would see backstage at a fashion show, running the event. He was dressed eclectically, and you noticed some similarities to San’s style. The faux fur coat gave him a large silhouette considering he was a short man. His fingers were all covered in large rings, his top was silk, and your were sure his pants were so tight, if he had a quarter in his pocket you’d be able to tell if it was heads or tails.

“You can blame San’s fashion literacy on me. He’s like a Barbie doll, he’ll wear whatever I throw at him.” Hongjoong said with a bright smile. Ah, so that explained it.

Park Seonghwa was a bit more striking, wearing all black and looking ab it like an angry storm cloud.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N.” he said, shaking your hand.

“Don’t be so intimidated, Seonghwa’s a real softy, he just looks like that because he’s an Aries.” San whispered, and San whacked him on the shoulder.

“Shut up Sannie.” Seonghwa scolded and you looked at San with mirth in your eyes.

“Sannie?”

“He’s just being stupid. Here, talk to Mingi.” he said, pushing you towards the giant as he got into a spat with Seonghwa.

You looked at Mingi awkward without San’s hand resting comfortably at the small of your back.

“Hi, I’m Song Mingi, it’s nice to meet you.” he said, breaking into a bright smile.

You automatically relaxed. Despite the fact that Mingi was dressed like he’d just stepped out of the Matrix, he was a huge softie. His business partner Yunho appeared, and they kind of looked like complete opposites, with Yunho dressed in a fluffy sweater and Mingi decked out in leather.

San came back after you met Yunho, steering you to meet Yeosang. San had said he was kind of shy, which you could tell by the way he kept hiding behind his drink. He definitely didn’t look like the owner of multiple charities and jewelry companies. He looked like a fairy that wanted very much to be at home right now.

Then it was Jongho. He was dressed like a stereotypical athlete, joggers and a hoodie, even in such a nice restaurant. You were sure they had a dress code, but maybe if you coached three Olympic martial arts teams, you got a free pass to wear slides instead of real shoes. Honestly, Jongho was the most intimidating, but that was mainly because you’d seen him pick up a table and threaten Yunho not ten minutes prior to meeting him. He laughed when you stuttered out your introduction.

“Oh, I promise, I’m not the one you should be afraid of.” he says with a wink, sliding way before San can hit him.

“What was that about?” you ask but San just chuckles.

“He’s just joking. Come on I saved the best for last.” he says, leading you around the table.

The last one you meet is Wooyoung, San’s best friend. He smiles lopsidely when you approach, sweeping down into a bow and kissing the back of your palm.

“So you’re San’s latest obsession….. I can tell why he’s infatuated with you.” Wooyoung joked and San rolled his eyes.

“Quit playing around dude.”

Wooyoung laugh, his face breaking out into a full smile. He hugs San, and when his shirt rides up you catch a glimpse of an intricate black tattoo on his side. Maybe he and San have matching tattoos?

Lunch goes smoothly, with the boys teasing each other about inside jokes San explains into your ear. That being said, you’re not left out of the conversation at all. San has apparently been telling his friends a lot about you, and they have a lot of questions. You try to answer them all to the best of your ability but you’re feeling a bit overwhelmed. San must do or say something that tips them off, because they start toning it down.

Hongjoong is the only one to ask about the investigation, jokingly asking if you think they’re really triad members. You laugh along, saying that Jongho seems a little sketchy. It must be the right answer, because it earns you a round of laughter from the table.

After the meal while San is fetching your coats, Yeosang approaches you. You’re suprised, considering how quiet he is.

“Be careful with San. He can be pretty…. One-track minded when it comes to relationships.” Yeosang says.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

Yeosang shrugs, seeing San approaching you.

“He gets attached easily and quickly. Go slowly with him, or before you know it you’ll be moving way too fast.” he says, and walks away before San steps up behind you.

“Oh, Yeosang said something to you. Was he nice?” San asked, helping you into your coat.

“Uh, I guess?”

San smiled and booped your nose with his finger.

“Let’s get you home, hmm?”

Get you home turns into coming u for a coffee, which turns into watching Netflix which turns into making out on your couch, which turns into making out in your bed, which turns into tearing each other’s clothes off and pressing hot kisses into each other’s mouths, and sucking dark red marks on San’s neck as his fingers leave bruises on your hips. You gasp against San’s mouth and he groans in the prettiest way when you grind your knee up against the bulge in his slacks.

“Slow down, you don’t want to start something you can’t finish babe.” San hums.

The other night when you asked San to distract you, you’d stopped at heavy petting keeping it above the belt and PG-13. Tonight, there were no such boundaries and San seemed intent on making one thing very clear: you belonged to him.

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WIRE MAGAZINE GOING OUT CALENDAR OF EVENTS MARCH 12-18

NIGHTLIFE AND ENTERTAINMENT

THURSDAY, MARCH 12

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TWIST: Doll Brawl with Athena Dion. Music by DJ Aulden Brown. 2-4-1 drinks till 3 a.m. “Never a cover… Always a groove.” 1057 Washington Ave., Miami Beach

FRIDAY, MARCH 13

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PALACE: Drag lunch 12-3 p.m. Hosted by Tiffany Fantasia. Then at 7 p.m., Drag Madness hosted by TP Lords. “Every Queen Needs A Palace.”

THE MANOR: The divas take on the music of Demi Lovato. DJ JPS in Ballroom; and the Ultra Lounge with DJ Miik. $150 VIP room bottle special. No cover before midnight FL Residents 21+. After midnight, members $7, non-members $10; $12 all night for under 21. For info, visit themanorcomplex.com. 2345 Wilton Drive, Wilton Manors

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Brome is a beautiful place but not sure how we will be filling in the next two weeks. Hahha Given we had lost our car (lent a car by Toyota) we visited the local basketball carnival and the talent was amazing. Teams drive from Perth to compete. Reminded me of the old country carnivals that used to happen in Queensland. Sunday our beach was closed due to a crocodile in the water and remained closed until Monday evening. It is so hot up here and we are lucky that in our caravan site we have a beautiful sea breeze. Sunday also was the heaviest cloud for months so the stairway to the moon did not happen. Last one for the year until March next year. Monday we were given the call from local Toyota company, that by the way have been great in assistance, expecting to hear that the car would be ready by Thursday only to be told that it will take over a week to transfer the gear box up from Perth. That is only after they locate one that suits our car. At the end of the day we will be here over two weeks. I suppose there are worse places to be isolated but at the end of the day there is only so many swims one can take dodging the crocodiles. Haha For Rhondda it does have its benefits with Allan washing down the caravan this morning. Moving on we have found the local shopping centres are our oasis in the middle of the day with the afternoon swim lovely. In between we took time out to visit the local restaurant, Matso Brewery, where they produce beers such as Mango and Ginger/Chilli. The mango not bad but the second quiet breath taking. You have to try things at least once. The olives however where the best we have ever eaten anywhere in the world. That night Allan became the legend (in his own mind hahah) "Super Hero" of the caravan park when he stopped a robbery of a motor bike from the camp next door. The story will go he took on four strangers who ran off after being challenged by him. In fact the four local kids simply walked off after being challenged and parked the bike before running of. The fact remains he did stop the theft and all because he wanted to pee during the middle of the night. Hahah Thursday night we had our first rain and I mean rain. It Buckets down and the roads quickly under water. A local suggested that this was only a light shower once the wet season moves in. We can only imagine how much water must pour down when the wet season arrives. It did great but the next day it was like we were in a sauna. So stinking hot and steamy the next day we made the visit to the local air conditioned cinema. The movie we saw, The Mountain Between Us, and it is a real chic flick so readers beware. Hahha a visit to the local ice cream parlour making up for it along with a very tall skinny flat white coffee. Spent Friday night with our neighbours from Sydney and had a great breakout due to us buying a bag of ice, placing our beers in a bucket, producing icy cold beers. Saturday took the drive out of town to the "Mango farm" where you can buy everything to do with mangos such as wine, port and ice creams, but no mangos. On the way home we stopped of at the crocodile farm and had a great time hearing stories and seeing them being feed. The young guy who did the show knew his stuff and the crocodiles were huge. We did not buy anyone a belt at $258 each. Tonight after another swim we are sitting listening to Elvis enjoying a cold beer with a beautiful breeze blowing.

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darkphoenixgoddess10 · 7 years

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Writing sex scenes in fanfics

It’s Sunday and I remember how we used to do pervy Sundays for our OTPs. Long story short, it’s about writing one-shots or updating multi-chapter fics with a smutty, sexy scene with our OTPs hot and heavy together.

But not everyone is comfortable in writing sex scenes. And some writers really want to write sex scenes but cannot get the terminology correct. Others write way too much sex scenes in their fics to the point that readers lost interest.

I did some research on how to improve myself in writing sex scenes and I gathered a few tips. To honor my #1 historical OTP Richard III/Anne Neville, I will use the fiction novels centered on this couple as examples in sex scene tips below.

#1: Sex scene or no sex scene, you need a plot: your OTPs need to achieve something, what is it? Sex? Love confession? Make a baby? There should be a goal that they are working to achieve, whether they succeed (comedy) or fail (tragedy). Without a plot, then it’s just porn.

#2: If you are not comfortable writing sex scenes, don’t force yourself. However, there are a few tricks to still get your OTPs to hit a home run in your fic without going in details on body parts or the actual sexual intercourse. For instance:

Just say that they did it. Just state it as it is. You don’t have to provide any description of body part or action. For example, in “The Kingmaker’s Daughter” by Philippa Gregory:

The sheets are in a tangled knot from our lovemaking, the beautifully embroidered counterpane is in a heap half on the bed and half on the foor...as he [Richard] will allow no one to come into the chamber until they well them...We [Anne and Richard] spend every night together...He swears we shall never be parted, not even for a night.

(Just be careful if you are using first person’s point of view, don’t make your hero and heroine being TMI on their sex lives. Readers want read smuts for the sake of sex rather than reading the main characters talk about their sex lives.)

Use metaphors. Break the cherry, blossoming between the legs, flying, etc. Just don’t go too philosophical because not every reader is good at analogy. For example, in “Rose of York” by Sandra Worth:

Her [Anne] arms and legs went bout him [Richard], silken ropes that would bind him to her forever, and he tightened his hold of her, like a drowning man in a surging tide. His breath caught, his mind reeled, and he was swept along the tide, now sinking...into utter darkness and into blinding light. He soared up into that light and for a moment he felt himself embraced by the sun...and the tide ebbed. Peaceful and whole at last, he floated back gently to Anne’s arms...

(In case if you wondering what’s this excerpt about, Richard of Gloucester and Lady Anne Neville did not go out swimming but had their first orgasm.)

Imply that they did: like in fairy tales, prince and the lady got married and had twins. We all adults here and know how babies are made. For example, in “Anne of Warwick: The Last Plantagenet Queen” by Paula Simonds Zabka:

Through...the first months of 1473, Richard and Anne forged their union...and during the summer Anne felt the stirrings of life in her body. That winter, Richard was summoned for council with the King. When he returned the spring of 1474, Anne had borne him a son.

(Well, the example above wouldn’t be a smutty fic but a fluffy fic.)

Focus on emotions or character’s state of mind: in bed and naked with their true love, the OTPs must be very happy, excited, etc. You can describe their feelings instead of their penises or virgina. For example, in “The Virgin Widow” by Anne O’Brien:

I [Anne Neville] gloried in it, Neville pride subsumed beneath Plantagenet possession. Who possessed whom? I swear Richard’s control was not what he thought it to be when he showed me how passion could make a woman forget the worst of experiences. I was astonished at what I did not know, eager to learn, delighted with my new knowledge...I cried out when Richard made me his. A glorious victory.

(Thumbs up: Anne and Richard consummated their relationship. Yay!)

Leave a cliff-hanger (imply they are going to ‘do it’): he is unlacing her gown or she is unbuttoning his shirt, you get the point; or state as it is like in “The Seventh Son” by Raey Tannahill:

He [Richard] laid his hard, calloused horseman’s palm against her [Anne’s] cheek and said, ‘Good. Then let us go to bed to celebrate.’

(And that ends the chapter with the next one began with Richard in the south [of England, not Anne’s you-know-what]).

#3: If you are willing to write sex scenes with details on body parts or intercourse, make sure that you are using your terminology correct but at the same time don’t over-think it. For instance, sucking her breast vs suckling her breast. Suckle is to describe babies sucking breasts while being nursed; and suck applies to adults during sex. But either one is okay. Don’t bother go back to your previous fics and change ‘suckle’ to ‘suck’.

#4: You can go into details: If right words are used, longer the sex scene steamier it is. Remember, it takes time to come. For example, in “A Daughter of Warwick” by Julie May Ruddock, Richard and Anne’s wedding night sex is long and steamy that took 5 pages long; below is an excerpt:

He [Richard] pushed her [Anne’s] shift higher and she lifted her hips to aid him, raised herself from the pillow so that he could pull it over her head. Quite naked but not at all ashamed now, she let her arousal show as his eyes swept across her. His hands, hard and horny from years in the saddle, rasped across her tender skin, raising goose pimples, her nipples standing up as hard and as pink as unripe fruit.

#5: Combine sex and emotions: the OTP isn’t just making love, their minds are thinking of each other and of their future. They make love with each other because they love each other. For example, “The Sunne in Splendour” by Sharon Kay Penman:

‘I want so to be a good wife to you,’ she whispered, with such intensity that he raised his head from her breast. In the flickering half-light she could just discern the quizzical tender smile that her words brought to his mouth. “I’ve no complaints so far,” he said, and laughed.

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Miley Cyrus and Cody Simpson are keeping things cozy!

The pair got together for a movie night on Sunday to watch Blue Hawaii and together they sang along to Elvis Presley’s “Ku-U-I-Po.”

Simpson captioned the footage after one of the lyrics, “more today than yesterday,” on his Instagram Stories. While singing, Cyrus leans her head on his shoulder as they both smile at the camera.

The 22-year-old Australian singer hasn’t been shy about posting the new romance on his social media. He previously shared a PDA-packed selfie, in which he leans in to give Cyrus’ forehead a smooch.

RELATED: Cody Simpson Kisses Miley Cyrus and Calls Her ‘Baby’ as Liam Hemsworth Shares New Photo

“Pre swim breakfast courtesy of baby,” he wrote alongside the image, before sharing a photo of the meal, which consisted of two pieces of banana-covered toast and what appeared to be a smoothie.

Last week, Cyrus, 26, spoke out about their recent make-out session, and declared the musician her “type” on her own social media. The “Mother’s Daughter” singer, who is coming off of back-to-back breakups with Kaitlynn Carter and Liam Hemsworth, who is also Australian, addressed her recent PDA on Friday with a shirtless photo of Simpson.

“22 Australian (my type) Abs ” she wrote over the steamy photo, before sharing a TMZ video of the pair kissing at Backyard Bowls in West Hollywood.

RELATED: Cody Simpson Called Miley Cyrus His ‘Childhood Celebrity Crush’ Years Before New Romance

“Can a girl not get a f—ing açai bowl and a morning make out session in peace?!?!” she joked.

A source recently told PEOPLE that that pair “were very cute together” during the outing.

“Miley and Cody came in together. Cody ordered an acai bowl to go. While they waited, Miley was very flirty. You could tell that she was interested in Cody. She ended up sitting on his lap and started kissing him. He was totally game and smiling,” the source said.

Following her lighthearted posts, Cyrus took a more serious tone and clapped back at critics who say she’s moving on too fast.

Cyrus and Carter ended their whirlwind romance two weeks ago, PEOPLE exclusively learned at the time. Cyrus and Hemsworth ended their seven-month marriage one month prior.

RELATED: Miley Cyrus Declares Cody Simpson Her ‘Type’ as She Addresses Their ‘Morning Make Out Session’

“I know the public feels invested in my past relationship because they felt like they saw it thru from the beginning,” Cyrus began her post, seemingly referencing her relationship with Hemsworth, 29. “I think that’s why people have always felt so entitled over my life and how I live it because they’ve watched me grow up.”

“But I am grown now and make choices as an adult knowing the truth/details/reality,” she continued, pointing out that if she were man, she probably wouldn’t be receiving the same level of scrutiny.

Cyrus went on to let her fans and everyone else know that they should get used to seeing her dating.

“I refuse to recluse and ‘date’ from home cause A. That’s not fun B. Extremely uncomfortable/puts me in a vulnerable position,” she wrote.

The actress added that “this ‘dating’ thing is new to me too,” as she explained that she was in a serious relationship with Hemsworth for most of her teens and early 20s.

RELATED: Miley Cyrus Spotted Kissing Cody Simpson After Kaitlynn Carter, Liam Hemsworth Splits: Reports

“With the exception of a few breaks, which usually in those times I was working my ass off with not much R&R…. and meeting/trusting people in my position is really tuff,” she continued. “Don’t f—ing pity me, that’s not what I’m asking for. I have a great life I wouldn’t trade for ‘privacy’ but PLEASE don’t make this awkward for me!”

Although Hemsworth has not publicly addressed his split from Cyrus since last month, when he released a statement on Instagram sharing he wished his ex “nothing but health and happiness going forward,” he did post a new image on Saturday.

“Start ya day out with a couple of these. They’re super easy,” he wrote.

from PEOPLE.com https://ift.tt/2LSQoX9

#Celebrity

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Three Bs to Three Ps

My last trip to New Zealand I overdid it, as I always do. This time it was also a build up of events on either side, Australia Day, meaning it was a short week. A last-minute trip to Melbourne for work, followed by a 2-day team workshop straight into a flight to Auckland. It was a delayed flight which meant I didn’t arrive till 1am on Saturday and got up again within 4 hours sleep to see as many people as I possibly could. As soon as I came back to Sydney, I didn’t have a day to play catch up, I ended up catching a cold, was out of routine, tired and felt overall lousy. I still need to work on taking more time for me, though maybe I just need to make time when I come back to relax before jumping back into work. I felt I had more downtime than most trips hanging with my little niece.

Coming back to Sydney I have been keeping busy. It was an eventful weekend, to say the least

Friday, I went to AA which I hadn’t been in some time and I naturally just started walking down to the group meeting. I use to go on Friday nights, which were what my therapist called “Danger Fridays”. They are just Fridays these days. At this particular meeting, they had a speaker night, which is what they have every second week. This is where I had an encounter with a DILF, an attractive 45-year-old man that reignited my bedroom intimacy. He was well dressed, his accent, his stories, I was strangely attracted to this man - I didn’t want anything further with him other than lusting over him. It was the strangest experience and feeling. I went home and ended up playing with myself which I hadn’t had in so long, getting intimate with myself was something I had struggled with for some time in terms of being super hands on.

Saturday, I went to the sex shop and made a couple of purchases, which was followed by having a raunchy Scottish uber driver making a move on me and letting a tattooed punk watch me play with myself. I also got asked out by a crazy Italian who wasn’t bad looking. It was also nice to be asked out in the train station #organic. A nice ego-boosting weekend.

Sunday, A coffee date with a really nice guy who set the gold standard of dating. Paul and I only had a coffee but we had an easy conversation, was relatable, it felt good, he was good looking. He asked me on a second date ( a first). We both had pretty busy weeks with my Mum in town and I also had a wedding so we decided to catch up on the Monday following. During that time I barely heard from him. I had a moment of why is he not messaging, in my head I thought “Of course, the one guy I had a great date with I don’t hear from”. I did have a moment of over analysing the situation. The weekend approached and the wedding had passed, I rung him. He seemed taken by surprise by my call and said he would message me. He messaged me to tell me that some personal things had come up and he’s not ready to be dating. I was slightly disappointed however it just wasn’t meant to be. I also was super proud because I had a moment of rejection earlier in the week but I then took a step back and thought - Well I have now learnt how I want a first date to look and who would succeed to a second date, I learnt that I want easy conversation and flow.

At the wedding, I met a new P, PBJ, well not so new. I knew PBJ from my friend group, though he was engaged to be married and surprisingly we never had one on one chats when we hung out. Heading to the wedding I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone especially as I knew everyone in our friend group. Paul was recently single and he just seemed so happy, full of energy, I really liked it and I was getting a really good vibe. We started talking. I felt we could have just kept talking all night. We danced and hung out for part of the night. As the night was wrapping I went up and said, “ This may be inappropriate, I had fun getting to know you tonight, would you be keen to hang out again?”. He said “ In what context”, I said “ whatever context”. He ended up messaging me and we ended up going on a date the following Wednesday. I had so much fun! We had dinner, went to golf putt and had ice cream. The conversation just flowed. The only red flag was he recently came out of a long term relationship and she was a hot topic of conversation during the night. I liked that he was open and honest about it but generally you don’t want the ex to be the main subject of the night! PBJ isn’t my usual type of guy I would go for physically, he is smaller than me but I was attracted to him after interacting on Saturday. At the end of the night, he dropped me home and ended up getting a sly kiss in and asking me on a second date… A SECOND DATE!!!

The second date ended up being lunch, a walk and a swim. Again, we have endless things to talk about but again ex was a common theme in conversation. I wasn’t sure if I was 100 per cent physically attracted which I didn't want to dwell on because he had an attractive face, I also am on the view that an emotional connection can also help to control that. We went back to PBJ’s to have dinner and watch a horror movie. While chilling on the balcony, his ex had shown up to drop off his opal card he had lent her (that day!). She saw that he was not alone. He started to freak out. It made me feel super uncomfortable, he didn’t know whether to go down and see her or what to do. He didn't go down, though if he had it would have been the end. The moment passed, we ended up watching movies and hanging out. He kissed me and things were getting a bit steamy. I had decided that I would sleep with him and stay the night. Sex was super good, it was restricted due to his ribs being fractured though it still got me there. I do feel he needs healing from his ex. Long story, short. Their relationship ended due to her wanting a polygamous relationship and he wasn’t up for that. She had wanted it from day one and had started experimenting with it which was uncomfortable for PBJ so he ended it.

I was holding reservations about PBJ, he truly was ticking all boxes though I was confused. I ended up catching up with the tattooed punk, who I am physically attracted but not at all emotionally. He is an absolute meathead, we are not aligned on the same values. We ended up getting together, and I instantly felt so guilty, sad and just wanted PBJ. I spoke to my therapist about it the week following and she said that its all part of my complex from childhood to be wanted and validated, though I was on the fence about that. I just didn’t know what I wanted and whether I was just settling or my feelings. The learning I took away was that I don’t want to see or be with anyone other than PBJ, and the connection we have is a real one. We weren't exclusive so I was allowed to explore my options.

PBJ and I have now been seeing each other for 4 weeks, at one point spending the whole weekend together. I am happy and enjoying how things are. I know that I had plans to pack up and leave to Europe and I need to just assess myself and make sure I am being as transparent with PBJ as he is to me. Just going with the flow and seeing where it goes. It's super nice to be able to be myself with someone. Time will tell.

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swingingcoxbrotherslyricsbl-blog · 6 years

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The Boat Trip Chapter 1 mc07

"Can't sleep again." "Goddamn insomnia, it's like my body knows it's time to sleep, but it just can't figure out how to get there." "Ever since the...accident, if you will, I just can't do it, it should be so simple: lay down, get comfortable, relax and boom, out like a light. But no, no it can't be that simple can it. Nope! Maybe it's the panic attacks. I keep seeing those little bastards swimming around and I can't breathe all over again. Heart starts racing, head starts spinning. Jesus! It's like a continuous loop just running and running!" "In all actuality, I should be thanking them, not fearing them. They did me a favor really, something I wanted to do myself, but I would have probably wound up in jail if it had happened the way I planned. 'I get by with a little help from my friends' is the way that old Beatles song goes. What friends indeed! Little bastards! Maybe it's the guilt, I don't know. She got what she deserved no matter. She-is Amy, my wife or should I say was my wife before the accident. 'Pretty is as pretty does'-the first thing that comes to mind when I think of her. She was too. She knew it and so did everybody else if you know what I mean. I still wonder just how many hands had been in that honey pot while we were so happily married. It makes me cringe in my stomach to think about it. I know for certain five. I have the pictures, thanks to my own personal Sam Spade. He cost a pretty penny, but he delivers and boy did he deliver. 8x10 glossies in living color no less. Revolting-the second thing that comes to mind when I think of her. I guess you understand where this is leading by now 'mad husband seeks revenge' and all and I can tell you, you're absolutely on the money! I not only wanted revenge, I wanted her dead. I know...it's a little heavy-handed, but I guess you just had to be there. We lived in Burmina, Florida. A cookie-cutter suburbia, south of Miami, where every house looked the same; immaculate, expensive and only minutes from the coast. Amy loved it; it was everything she had ever dreamed of-she told me. John and Amy Giles! So happy in the beginning. Newlyweds, young and in love. We really were happy when we first got married or at least I think we were; I was I know. I know she loved spending every dollar I brought home. I know she enjoyed the benefits of my being a Pharmacu- tical consultant and had friends in the medical field (Doctors) who helped her keep a medicine chest full of any prescription drug she might need. Medicinal or otherwise. Pills to get up, pills to sleep at night, pills for nerves, mood swings and of course pain. Pain pills she went through like candy; she enjoyed those quite a bit. I also know she loved belittling me in front of family and friends; hell anybody for that matter. You could watch her eyes glaze over when she knew she had succeeded in pissing me off to the point my ears would burn and turn red. She would walk past me and thump me on the ear to make sure I knew her goal was achieved and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. Of course at the end of the night, after everyone would leave, I would get an apology, followed by a game of sexy 'teasing the chump into the bedroom' where we would make love and then fall asleep-forgetting the whole incident. Until the next time she wanted to torture me in front of others. The sex was great by the way-at least I know it was for me. She was also happy when we got our boat before the Jensen's got theirs. Keeping up with the Jensen's was as much a passion for her as most typical neighboring suburbanites and when she was victorious, trumping the Jensen's, for whatever reason, boat or other-wise, I was always guaranteed great sex. By the way, in the last year of our marriage she was having great sex with Kyle Jensen on Monday afternoons while I was out making the almighty dollar. I have The pictures. Thanks Sam. Damn, she was fine though. I never understood how I got so lucky to have a girl like Amy. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, perfect body, perfect teeth. Everything about her, perfect-well... almost. I've always considered myself as kind of plain. I work out twice a week, watch what I eat and have all my hair, but still just kind of normal, you know? No George Clooney if you know what I mean. Anyway, I think it was right about the time we got that boat, things started going wrong. She badgered me about that boat like crazy. Always that damn boat. "If we had a boat, we could take it out every Sunday, far out to sea and make mad, passionate love under the sun, just you and me!" I sunburn very easily, but under these circumstances and that imagery, I could have cared less if I came back with a back-side of third degree burns. I had just been inspired to get that damn boat-so I did. A Donzi 39 ZSC cruiser, 40 foot, with twin MerCruiser engines, 425 horse power and a 126 square foot cockpit. It was white, with red wing stripes. I could have bought another house for what she cost, but what Amy wants, Amy gets. She was a beauty! We named her-ironically and so clich'e- The Love Boat (Yea, I roll my eyes on that one too, now). The whole boat incident came out of a conversation with the Carathers across the street. They had mentioned it to Amy that the Jensen's were in the market for a sea vessel and the race was on. When we closed the deal on it and got our complimentary sea captains hats, (matching, of course) we drove home and Amy raced past me to the door, making a B-line to the phone to invite the Jensen's over for drinks. Little did they know what they were in for! "Surprise!" Amy said as they walked into the front door-way. Both of them looked at her dumbfounded; not realizing what she meant. Rita was the first to understand. She saw the hat. Her eyes tried their best to hide the swelling hate she was concealing, when she realized she had been one-upped again, but she could only hide so much. This private war of theirs had been going on for years. I took my hat off. "You got a boat! How nice." Rita said through gritted teeth; smiling the whole time and trying to keep her composure. "That's Great! We're so happy for you!" Kyle said, his poker face was much better than his wife's. He kissed Amy on the cheek and started to move towards me smiling. I could have swore it was my imagination at the time, but it looked as though he just ran his hand down Amy to the middle of her hip. He was smiling at me, "Congratulations" he said, what an asshole. I didn't know then, but I know now, he did that on purpose! What arrogance! I guess I deserved it though for not paying closer attention to detail. Shmuck! "We heard you were having a little difficulty getting your boat, so we wanted to invite you to sail with us one week-end, until you can afford your own." Amy had probably worked out that line of malice weeks ago, anticipating the warm shallow satisfaction she would feel from saying it. "The price has nothing to do with it unfortunately," Rita said in her best loving, condescending voice. "we just can't decide on the color." "Rita wants a solid white," Kyle spoke, "but I want white with a sparkle bottom." We all laughed. "Nothing wrong with wanting an attractive bottom is there?" Kyle was looking directly at Amy; still laughing that little schmarmy laugh. I didn't think anything about it at the time. Double shmuck! My ears are burning. I notice Ritas cleavage; no, not like that. Ritas a little older and not my type. She was wearing a modest, low-cut top and her chest area was blushing crimson. I guess women's intuition is a lot better than men's when it comes to innuendo. She knew what he meant. "What a lovely thought, but we just couldn't." Rita smiled, cat-like, "It might spoil the joy of getting in our own boat for the first time." "Come now!" Kyle said "I think it would be great to get out there and start getting our sea legs. Besides, we never spend enough time with our neighbors." Kyle lightly touched the tip of Ritas nose with his index finger, "It might turn out to be a wonderful experience for all of us honey." Ritas eyes narrowed just ever so slightly; still smiling, but I could swear her head was about to explode. "If it means that much to you," she paused, "honey, then you can go if you want." Oh that mask she wore as she spoke those next words, I swear I saw a piece of it crumble and fall to the floor. "I'm completely comfortable with it, if that's what you want to do." I couldn't take anymore, I was afraid poor Rita was going to burst with rage if someone didn't do something and quick. "Oh now Rita, it just wouldn't be any fun without you there with us!" There, I said it. Now she won't blow up all over our walls and furniture. White sofas are a bitch to keep clean as it is. "Maybe we should just leave these old fuddy-duddies here and go ourselves!" Amy joked to Kyle or at least I took it as a joke. Kyle laughed. Rita absolutely did not. "So who's ready for a drink?" I tried to divert the next deluge of war games they were preparing. Rita looked at Kyle and said, "Dear, I think I'm getting one of those headaches. I think it would be best if we go now." She turned towards Amy and I and said, "I'm so sorry...it just happens." There was that smile again. Always that sweet suburban smile. I swear, women like these could be in the middle of a concentration camp, naked, covered in feces, being led to their deaths and they would still be smiling that damn fake smile. The world ending and they just smile like everything's perfect. It's creepy if you ask me! "Well do come back anytime, you know how much we miss all this fun." Amy, rubbing salt into the wound. God! When she closed the door I asked her, "Why do you do that?" "Do what?" she said innocently. "You know exactly what I mean." Amy smiled and walked up to me, rubbing her leg in between the two of mine. "Oh, that," she said and kissed me, "It turns me on." Yep, that was one steamy night of victory. I was sore for three days. Amy could be a horror when she wanted to be, but god she was good in bed.

The Boat Trip chapter 2

So when did I stop being a blind shmuck you ask? It was a dinner party Amy and I hosted. A quiet little get together with some of my clients, whom had turned out to be good friends...well some of them. It was a casual affair, I wore slacks and a polo shirt. Amy had on a low cut blouse with form fitting pants. She was hot! We had made our way through the food and wine and had enjoyed a few too many cocktails in the wee hours of the night when Amy decided it was a perfect time to pull out her talons and fangs on me. It was one o'clock in the morning and torture time for John again. Dr. Terrance Williams was an urologist; one of my closest friends and one of my first associates when I got into the Pharmaceutical business. He was sitting across from Amy in our big fluffy beige lounger. I sat by Amy on the sofa. "Tell me Terry," Amy asked, "do they make a shot or a pill to make men bigger?" "What do you mean dear, bigger like a tall pill?" He took a sip of his Vodka martini. "No, bigger like down there...you know." She giggled and covered her sultry red lips with a petite left hand. Dr. Williams didn't seem to understand at first, then you could see the lights come on across his face. He blushed and said, "My heavens, dear girl! Why would you ask me such a thing?" She didn't answer at first. She turned to look at me all evil like and smiled real big, then turned slowly back to Dr. Williams and said, "Many of the men that I have been with in my life have been... exceptional, shall we say. I was curious if maybe there was some hope of making my husband a more satisfactory marital partner in that area. I just thought since you're a doctor that works in that field, I would ask." She took a sip of her pina colada and twirled her straw slowly around the glass; looking like the little drunken devil she was. Dr. Williams eyes darted towards me, then back to her-he was speechless. "Are you done for the night or is there more?" I said to her and her smart-ass joke. I was pissed; of all the people for her to pull this shit with, it just had to be him. My oldest and most respected colleague, reduced to the pawn of her foul insults to start an uncomfortable wedge between us; possibly destroying any further business transactions we would have in the future. Great. Amy smiled and got up and walked off towards the bar, thumping me on the ear as she passed. "Just joking...shorty." I counted to ten and tried to calm down. I looked at Dr. Williams and said, "I'm sorry, Terry. I think she's had a little too much to drink." "Yes, a highly volatile train of conversation there!" Dr. Williams looked at his watch and started to stand. I could tell he was not very happy about Amy's 'little' joke. "It's late my boy! I think I'll take my leave now." He was a big man, a gentle man and hopefully after tonight, still my best friend. "Would you like to stay long enough for coffee?" I asked. "No, no, must be on my way. Goodnight John. Tell Amy I had...uh, an amusing time tonight." "Yes, I'll do that." I was so embarrassed. "Oh," Dr. Williams whispered, "if you need someone to talk to, call me." "Thanks, that means a lot to me." I really meant it. "I'm fine, she does this to me sometimes just to get my goat. Sometimes she takes it too far, however." Dr. Williams nodded his head with a slight smile and said' "Goodnight John." He walked to his car, got in and drove away into the night. I watched the car until it turned on Decker street heading East. I counted to ten about five or six times. "Rotten bitch" is all I could think on my way to the kitchen. "Of all the dirty little things she's said about me, she's never attacked my masculinity. Why would she do that?" I noticed on the way to the kitchen that the only guest left was Dr. Shalot. Nice enough fellow, kind of a quite man in his 50's. Podiatrist. He was standing with Amy by the bar laughing softly about something. I went on to the kitchen and made coffee for the three of us and started back into the living room when I saw it. It was quick, but I saw it. Their reflection from the mirror in the foyer. Amy was in a lip lock with the foot doctor, his hand groping her ass at the front door. I turned the corner and she was waving bye to him with a new 'scrip' in her hand. More pain pills. He was looking back at her with a smile that I took note of: Ear to ear, slightly slanted eyes, eyes that say I know something that you don't. I've retained that image for future reference, mark my words, if I ever see it again, you better believe I'll know exactly what it means. I really didn't want to believe what I saw. "How could she?" I thought. We were happy together. I gave her my life. Why? How could this be? I watched her shut the door and turn to me and smile. That suburban smile (across her lips this time). There were so many things I wanted to say, so many things I wanted to do...bad things, but all I could do was say, "Coffee?" She had put the scrip behind her back, folding it into a little square and placed it in her back pocket. "Yes please."

Maybe that's when the sleeplessness started. I don't know. There were many nights I raided Amy's Ambian collection just so I could get a good nights sleep. That image of them in the mirror haunted me every time I closed my eyes. Tormented me. I don't know how many times I questioned what exactly I saw. There was so much at stake, what if I was wrong? I couldn't take all the doubt. I had to have concrete proof; some type of tangible evidence before I went insane with all the uncertainty. That's when I knew the only way I would know for sure was to hire a private detective, to either prove myself mistaken or reveal my worst nightmares. Yes, we know what I found, don't we.

There was something in me that died witnessing those pictures. Just up and died. Every image cut deeper and deeper into my heart and scorched my mind to ashes and yes, I suppose something...snapped. Twisted anger is what I felt. Uncontrollable demented rage. I remember how bad my hands shook by the time I got to the last photo and I knew nothing would ever be the same in me or my life. I walked around feeling like I had this hulking wound across my chest that resembles wearing your intestines on the outside; real nasty, mean looking scar. I felt like everybody could see it, even though, I knew it wasn't really there, but god I felt it. Every waking hour I felt it. Walking wounded. A ghost of the man I presumed I was back then. Never more, never was, never again. Yes, those photos did the damage. I couldn't watch porn the same way as I did before, couldn't listen to the radio without feeling sad when certain songs come blaring out. Couldn't concentrate, couldn't eat and of course couldn't sleep. My whole life was going down the drain. Amy was my world and my world had been destroyed. That's when I knew I had to kill her.

The Boat Trip Chapter 3

So how do you go about killing your wife without getting caught you ask? Well, at first I didn't even care whether I got caught or not. I just wanted her dead. I dreamt of choking her to death, slashing her to death, (that one was very disturbing, but oh, so satisfying) running her over, shooting her, beating, bludgeoning, you name it, I probably dreamt it. Then it dawned on me. I really didn't want to become a crispy critter in an electric chair just for offing my old lady. No, I had to make it look like an accident. I had to find a way to get my revenge and come away smelling like a rose. I wasn't ready to forfeit my life just yet. I started thinking about that movie starlet's death on a boat trip and how there had been speculation that there may have been foul play, but none was ever proven. She had fallen overboard and drowned while with her husband and a friend. Minus the friend and I had my plan. All I had to do was make it look like an accident and I would be home free, but there's always a catch isn't there. Always a catch.

"Honey, how far out did you say we were going?" "Just far enough to have some privacy." "You're a naughty Skipper aren't you!" Oh, Amy was something else in her teeny thong bikini; just a goddess ya' know? I hated to mess up such a work of art. The mid-afternoon sun shown on her beautifully tanned skin like a spot-light. A perfect day luxuriously wrapped around the perfect girl. I should have brought a camera, but I couldn't have my glamour shots turn into evidence, could I? We were out 8 nautical miles or 14,816 meters, (if you're into the nautical lingo; 1 nautical mile=1,852 meters) heading in the direction of the Biminis, the North-Western tip of the Bahamas, with no land in sight, not another vessel to be seen. The map I had helped guide us to a nice reef area; not too shallow, not too deep. I killed the engine and prepared to drop anchor, when Amy diverted my attention. "How about a swim?" She had her bikini top in her hand and her perfect breast exposed in the sunset; our afternoon now fading into evening quickly. "Catch me if you can!" Amy whisked away her bikini bottom and jumped into the choppy, blue water with a squeal of delight. So what did I do? I stripped and jumped in. What a dope, you're right, but hey; if it was for just one last time to be with her, one last hurrah before the end of all we had, then why not? Yea, I know, what a dog. It was only after I surfaced and started swimming furiously to catch my little mermaid-of-love, who was a good 30 feet away from me and 50 from the boat, that I realized my mistake. In my pursuit of good-bye nookie, I had forgot to drop anchor. I looked towards the boat and I could see it drifting from where we swam. I turned to Amy to yell out and tell her of our calamity, when a big wave of water hit me in the face, exactly the same time I was taking air into my lungs. I gasped and choked and watched as the boat drifted farther away. "John?" Amy was looking in my direction, I tried to make her understand we were in trouble by pointing at the cruiser as I hacked up the sea. She didn't get it. "Oh, no you don't! You'll have to catch me first!" I couldn't believe it, she was still wanting to play; swimming even farther away from me. I finally cleared my air-way, prepared to cry out and let Amy know that the damn boat was getting away from us, when something bumped my leg, just a nudge, but enough to let me know we were not alone in the water and things were about to get a lot worse. "Oh, shit." That's all I could say as I looked in her direction. I never thought, in all the aspects of what could go wrong, that some- thing like this could even be a part of the equation; this isn't a movie for god's sake-it's real. "What's wrong John? John!" Amy actually seemed concerned for the first time as I watched two fin's (I think they're called dorsal fin's)circle behind her head. Another wave slapped me square in the face, causing me to become choked on salt-water once again; it was as if the sea was trying to keep me from speaking (or breathing for that matter). My brain, however, was screaming one word over and over in vain-"Shark"! I watched as Amy began to swim towards me. "John?" It was my name-my name-the last words upon her lips before she was jerked violently from the surface of the water, to a fate swimming in the dark depths below. I started frantically towards where she had gone down and then remembered the boat, which had drifted even farther now. A good 30 yards. "Amy!" I managed to squeak out between coughing up water and trying to steal a straight breath of air. She never resurfaced. I waited there for a few moments to see if there was a chance she may come back up, but there was nothing except more fin's appearing all around me and a large dark stain forming in the area were she had been. I don't know that much about sharks, except what I've seen on the Discovery Channel. That thing about 'shark frenzy' when they smell blood. It drives them wild. Yea, I remembered that. I'm so screwed. I turned and started swimming like hell towards the boat. It was so far away now; it seemed impossible for me to catch up to it. For every 10 feet I traveled, it seemed the boat would gain 20. The harder I swam, it just seemed as though I was suspended in one place; like being caught in a rip tide, becoming more and more fatigued. My muscles were getting tight and I could feel the first signs of cramping in the backs of my legs as I thrashed forwards with everything I had. If I could get just a good lung-full of air, maybe get some oxygen to my body, it might help stop the cramping, I thought, but the ocean was not cooperating at the moment. The waves would catch me in the face no matter how high I turned my head up towards the sky. My arms and legs burned for some relief. I fought with them to keep moving, determined not too stop, no matter what. I ached from head to toe. That's when one of the little bastards bit me. Yep, right above the ankle. The salt-water stung like crazy when it let go of me. I knew it must have been bad because I started feeling weak within seconds of the bite. The boat still seemed an eternity away, but I wouldn't give up. One arm over the other, I kept stroking. My vision was getting blurry and little flashes of light kept appearing out of nowhere. I don't know if it was from popping blood-vessels in my eyes from over-exertion or if because I was about to pass out from loss of blood, no matter, I just kept stroking; waiting for the next little bastard to take a bite out of me and drag me under to a deserved end, but it didn't happen, I just kept stroking and I swam until I blindly ran into the hull of the boat with my head. I had stopped looking up to measure the distance from it and ran right square into it. Honestly, I didn't believe I was going to make it anyway, but I did. I made it. When I pulled myself up the stern of the boat, I took my first honest, complete breath of air since I had been in the water, then threw-up all over the deck; I swear it seemed like five-gallons of sea water. I drug myself to the emergency kit and wrapped my leg; witnessing the damage that had been done and tried to keep from passing out. The pain was horrible and the bite on my leg was bad; thirty stitches worth of bad (I know, it could have been worse, like the whole damn thing in a sharks gullet, but still). I got to the radio and deliriously may-dayed my emergency to the Coast Patrol. I don't really remember word-for-word what I said except 'Shark Attack' 'Hurt Bad' and 'They got my wife'. I do, however, remember listening to the slapping of the water, as I lay waiting to be rescued, the sharks were incessantly searching for whatever had left such a delicious trail of blood for them. God only knows how many were out there in the black of the sea, but it sounded like hundreds, thrashing about, hungry for more. That's the last thing I remembered until I woke up in the hospital. They found nothing of Amy other than the right side of her nose. That perfect up-turned, snooty little nose, bobbing up and down on the waves of the reef-that's all that was left; all that perfection gobbled up and lost to the mercy of the sea. They did an investigation on me and of course, they found no wrong-doing on my behalf and I wasn't about to argue anything different. My intentions were murder, yes, but as you can tell, I never actually got the chance to do such a thing. I wonder if I really could have done it. I don't know-I really don't, but what's done is done and just as well, I suppose. It was a hell of an ordeal and now it's over; I got my wish, but boy, at what a cost! To almost wind up a shark's happy meal. I sold the boat too. It was pretty and powerful, but I've learned the hard way; The sea does not agree with me or maybe it just didn't agree with what I was intending to do on it's behalf and yes-I'll admit it- I miss Amy sometimes; maybe just a little. It's funny how that works, one minute you can't wait to have someone out of your life, then the next you're getting all misty eyed over them. I guess I'll never understand why that is. Anyway, without getting all Montgomery Cliff (A Place in the Sun) on you, that's my story. Sometimes things don't work out the way we plan: a marriage, a murder, you name it; but sometimes things work themselves out in the end. Now if I could just get some sleep! Oh, well. Until then. Bon appetite!

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28 Unexpectedly Awesome Things To Do In Seattle

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Seattle is a melting pot of culture, rain, and coffee.

1. See a majestic sunrise at Smith Tower.

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Two words of warning, though: 1) You will most definitely become addicted to Brouwer’s Café’s dragon sauce. 2) For each Rainier or Coors Light you fail to drink, a hipster loses his mustache.

8. Party like you’re from The 206 at Rock Box.

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Karaoke until closing time? Check.

9. Eat organic at Local 360.

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All of the items on Local 360’s menu are all sourced from within 360 miles of its location. Also on hand? One of the best burgers in Belltown.

10. Have an outdoor adventure at Discovery Park.

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Walk the coast, sit in the grass, and pitch a bonfire on a warm summer day. Parched from your nature quest? Stop into Oliver’s Twist in Magnolia for cocktails like The Bumble — with bourbon, lemon, and creme de peche.

11. Rent a canoe at The WAC.

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The University of Washington (Go Huskies!) has a backyard filled with scenic wonders. Pass the blooming cherry trees in The Quad, walk down to The WAC, and canoe to your heart’s content. The WAC is open to the public, except for those who lost this year’s Apple Cup. Sorry Cougs.

12. Enjoy a taste of Asia at Uwajimaya.

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Whether you’re looking for mochi candies, bubble tea, or frozen chicken feet, Uwajimaya supermarket has all of the above. It’s also in the International District, which is worth a trip on its own.

13. Class up your night at Needle & Thread.

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There’s no official drink menu at this speakeasy that’s hidden above Tavern Law. Instead, you’ll tell the bartender your liquor of choice, and they’ll work their magic.

14. Pull up to Dick’s Drive-In.

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Seattle has a plethora of locally sourced, gluten-free, vegan, and organic food available, but let’s be honest: Sometimes you don’t want any of that. Enter Dick’s — for every Seattleite’s favorite $2 non-organic, extra-gluten, cheese-filled burger.

15. Travel to Europe at Shultzy’s German bar.

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Backpack to the heart of Seattle’s University District for this popular German bar, complete with rowdy college kids, and a menu of Germany’s best brews. Ready for a challenge? Get a boot of beer for you and your mates — whoever takes the last sip pays!

16. Experience Vietnamese culture at Green Leaf.

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The “Seattle Freeze” is alive and well, but the steamy bowls of pho at Greenleaf will definitely help with that.

17. Play tourist on the water taxi to West Seattle.

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Locals and tourists will agree that the water taxi has some of the best views of the Seattle skyline. Ensure you don’t look like the latter by wearing your wool socks, hiking boots, and Patagonia jacket.

18. Give into your sweet tooth at Molly Moon’s.

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Failure to sample the salted caramel will result in the biggest regret of your life — other than your crazy ex.

19. Hide away at the Knee High Stocking Club.

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Behind the barely-marked door, you’ll find a well-stocked bar, inventive craft cocktails, and a vibe that’s a welcome throwback to the ’20s.

20. Go pet and hipster-watching at Greenlake.

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Head to Greenlake for a stroll around the blissful lake alongside ducks, dog-walkers, and on occasion, a techie in the flesh.

21. Grab a hot dog after a night out.

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Yes, a hot dog. Every New Yorker knows a pizza slice is the best way to end a night on the town. But every Seattleite knows a night isn’t complete without a stop by the local hotdog cart. For a true Seattle experience, make sure to pack on the cream cheese. (It’s a ~thing~.)

22. Plan a date on Capitol Hill.

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Come rocking your chicest flannel and trek to Sun Liquor on Capitol Hill. Here you’ll find handcrafted adult beverages — like the Mai Tai, of course — that can turn any rainy day sunny in no time.

23. Get spooked in Pioneer Square.

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What’s scarier than a bar without PBR? A ghost-guided tour in Pioneer Square, where you can learn about Seattle’s spooky history from a Pioneer Square pro.

24. Escape to Vashon Island.

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A perfect day-escape — where you can a) find solace, and b) do yoga on a paddleboard amongst quinoa-eating yuppies. Namaste.

25. Hitch a ride on The SLUT*.

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No trip to Seattle is complete without a few drinks and a fun ride. Take a spin on the South Lake Union Trolley for a scenic tram ride.

*C’mon, what did you think we were talking about?

26. Take a trip to Myrtle Edwards Park.

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For a high you won’t forget, head to Myrtle Edwards Park for swimming, picnic spots, and Seattle’s annual Hempfest.

27. Root for the home team.

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Looking for a great view of the the beloved Seahawk’s Stadium? Befriend a resident of Stadium Place for a shot that dreams are made of.

28. Head to The Hill for a phenomenal photo op.

Pro-tip: You’ll find one of the best views in Seattle at the Volunteer Park Water Tower.

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