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jeonsjiddies · 3 years

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Show Me | pjm (m)

Summary - Jimin shows you how good he can make you feel.

Word Count - 2146

Pairing - Jimin x reader

Genre - smut

Warnings - penetrative sex, exhibitionism, voyerism, dirty talk, dom jimin

a/n - another re-write from a previous fandom. :)

“This project will be worth 30% of your grade.“

A normal Wednesday morning in your government class just got a little more interesting.

“I assigned you partners,“ the professor continued as a collective groan echoed through the classroom.

“Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung.”

Jungkook and Tae high fived.

“Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi.”

“Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon.”

Hoseok whooped quietly, grinning at Namjoon

“Y/N and Park Jimin.” She said and you froze, glancing over at the notorious bad boy who raised an eyebrow at you, as one corner of his mouth tilted up.

You couldn’t focus on the rest of the names that she read off because you were too busy panicking. How did you end up paired with Jimin? Was the teacher trying to kill you? You had nothing against the blonde haired risk-taker, quite the opposite. You had a huge crush on Jimin. From his long soft, pushed back locks, to his shimmering brown eyes, to his freakishly large thighs and strong frame. He was terrifyingly attractive, sex on legs, and you were nervous as hell to work with him.

“Please get together with your partners and discuss your strategies for this assignment.”

Jimin smiled that devilish smile, beckoning you over with one finger. You gathered your books and stood, walking on wobbly legs towards the sinfully gorgeous boy.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you tried to sound normal.

“Don’t be scared, princess. I don’t bite - hard,” he grinned, sensing your uneasiness.

He leaned far into your personal space as he said it and you noticed the tangy scent of his cologne as you sucked in a breath. He even smelled like heaven.

“I’m- I’m not,” you said quietly.

“You seem pretty nervous to me. Listen, just because I’ve got a reputation doesn’t mean I’m some lawless thug who-“

“No! I don’t think that!” you interjected, “I don’t have anything against you or your reputation.”

“Then why are you acting like you could jump up and flee out the nearest exit if I move too fast?” he accused.

“Social anxiety.”

“Oh,” he said, The guilt apparent on his features.

“Yeah. So which amendment did you want to start with?” you asked, getting focused and trying not to sniff him; he smelled so good.

20 minutes later, you’d both picked out which amendments you’d be showcasing as having a lasting impact on the country, and which ones seemed out of date. The bell rang and you stood up to leave when Jimin placed a hand on your arm, his fingers on your bare skin burned in a delightful way.

“I’m sorry about earlier, I… I'm just so tired of being looked down on for where I come from,” he explained.

“I could never look down on you, Jimin. You’re too tall,” you joked, earning a rare Jimin genuine smile, “ should we exchange numbers so we can work on the project?“

“Oh don’t worry y/n, I’ll find you,” He grinned deviously.

You flushed, watching him saunter down the hallway.

You organized records in alphabetical order a few nights later at your afterschool job. You didn’t hear the doorbell chime, so you nearly peed your pants when a soft, sultry voice whispered in your ear.

“Told you I’d find you.”

You whirled around, coming face to face with Jimin. He was dangerously close to you, if you just used your tiptoes, you could kiss him. Your heart beat like a hummingbirds in your chest.

“Hi,” you breathed out in a whisper.

“Hi,” he whispered back, gaze flicking from your eyes to your lips.

His tongue danced across his own lips, and he started to lean in. The doorbell chimed, breaking the spell you’d both been under and he stepped back quickly.

“So um, maybe tomorrow after school, you could come over and work on the government project?” he asked, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, sounds good. Can I ride with you though? I’m saving up for a car,” you looked down.

“Sure, meet me by the front door after your last lecturel.”

You watched him walk out the door, letting out the breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding.

You anxiously bounced your leg up and down during the last class of the day. You have been on edge all day. You were going to Jimin’s place. Would his roommates be home? Did he have roommates? Would you two be alone? So many of your naughty dreams had taken place in this seemingly imaginary place and this place was about to be real. You knew nothing sexual was actually going to happen, but you were still so nervous. The bell rang and you jumped out of your skin. It was time. You gathered your things, and walked to the front door, where Jimin was waiting for you. Hoseok and Jin were by his side, all of them laughing.

“Hey y/n,” Jimin smiled.

“Hey Y/N,” Jin and Hoseok said at the same time, both of them shouting “jinx!”

You giggled and waved hello. Jimin threw an arm around your shoulders and walked with you to his bike. All eyes were on you, questions swimming through the halls of your university. People whispered to their friends and stared and ashamed.

“Everyone’s looking at us,” you whispered .

“Good,” he winked and helped you onto the bike.

You pressed your body close to his, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He sped out of the parking lot, leaving the spectators in the dust. You buried your head into his back, trying not to watch the lines on the road flash by. When he pulled up to the apartment complex, you didn’t let go for a moment.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, just give me a second. I’m a little woozy.”

He got off the bike and looked at you for a moment, then picked you up and carried you inside.

“Put me down!” you shriek-laughed.

“Didn’t want you to stumble since you were ‘woozy’,” he shrugged, plopping you into the couch.

You hated to admit it, but being held in his lean, strong arms make you feel alive, like adrenaline have been shot straight into your heart. You already missed the warm, safe feeling. You sighed.

“So… hungry? Thirsty?”

“I’m okay, thanks,” you smiled and he sat next to you on the couch, far too close but not nearly close enough.

As you typed out which amendments were outdated, you were hyper aware of Jimins’ every movement. It was driving you crazy, being so close to him. You both chatted about random topics, as you worked. About halfway through, you stood up to stretch and take a break, as did Jimin. You took a step towards the kitchen for some water, tripping over your backpack, but Jimin’s strong arms darted out to catch you. Your hands on his chest, his arms around you, that’s where it really began. You were being electrocuted by his touch. You both stayed like that, lost in each other’s eyes.

Jimin moved in slow motion, lips barely grazing yours in feather soft brushes. Gentle, sweet. You were floating on air. Then, the wild fire broke out, Jimin’s lips crashing down on yours with so much need and desire, you could barely keep up. He shoved you against a wall, hands roaming everywhere on your body, lighting you ablaze. You moaned into his mouth, able to stop it. His hands on your body sent you into another level of lust, another level of craving him. He bit down harshly on your neck creating a gasp from you. He blew cold air on it, licking the sore red spot. The stinging turned to tingling, sending shivers down your spine.

“Everyone’s going to see these tomorrow know that you’re mine,” he pulled your hips closer roughly.

“I’ve been watching you, princess. I’ve seen you in those pretty little skirts, completely unaware of all the boys watching you. Unaware of what you’re doing. Teasing. I’ve wanted this from the day I laid eyes on you. So many nights alone I would think of your pretty plump lips wrapped around my cock,” he groaned.

His words had you soaking.

“Why did you wait?”

“Didn’t think you’d want someone like me,” he shrugged.

“Do you know how many nights I’ve touched myself to the thought of you, Jimin? How many times I’ve moaned your name, wishing your hands were the ones touching me? You’re so sexy, so brave. I’ve wanted you inside me for so long,” you whispered hotly

“You got off thinking about me?”

You bit your lip, nodding.

“Show me,” he grinned mischievously.

You bravely took his hand and had him guide you to his room. You crawled onto his bed as he stood, watching you. Your eyes locked on his, you began undressing. Slowly, you removed everything you were wearing, your hands going to your breasts. You kneaded them, rolling your nipple between your forefinger and thumb.

“Mmm...” you closed your eyes, lolling your head back, “Fuck, Jimin.”

Your hands slowly traveled down your body, until they landed by your aching heat. Your fingers danced along your slit, then you pushed one inside yourself, arching your back and groaning as you circled it around your clit. Jimin’s breath hitched as he watched you pleasure yourself for him. You added another finger, pumping it in and out slowly, squirming on Jimin’s bed. You’d done this a thousand times, but with Jimin’s face watching your every move, it was so much more thrilling, it was erotic. You began moving your fingers faster, his name falling from your lips as you got closer, your orgasm crashing over you.

“Mmm… oh gosh, Jimin,” you moaned loudly, eyes connected with his, and you could hear his heavy breathing.

You lay there, naked body on full display for Jimin. His eyes had darkened, his deep brown now resembling black.

“Shit princess, that was so fucking sexy,“ he groaned, stepping towards the bed, “but I can make you feel even better.”

“Show me,” you purred.

Jimin sprang into action, flinging his shirt off and unbuckling his jeans faster than you’d ever seen anyone move. Down to his boxers, he crawled on top of you, kissing you rough and deep and so good. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening. His boxer-covered erection ground against your dripping core and you groaned.

“You like that baby? Like how my big fat cock feels against that tight little pussy?” He moaned in your ear.

“Yes, fuck,” you whimpered, “Jimin, I need you.”

Jimin grabbed a condom from inside his night stand and slipped it on quickly, aligning himself with your entrance. He slowly pushed in, and oh gosh it stung. He was so big. He lay still for a moment, watching your face for a sign you were ready to move. When you nodded, he slowly pulled out of you, then gently thrust back in. The stinging turned to this amazing, warm, delicious feeling and Jimin started moving faster, whispering dirty things in your ear, telling you how good you felt around him.

“So beautiful, you take it so good baby,” he encouraged you, but you couldn’t answer. You were a moaning mess underneath him.

Jimin hit every good spot, and knew exactly what he was doing as he pounded into you, and you’d never felt such bliss in your life. The fire deep inside of you was one that you weren’t sure could be quenched. He filled you up so completely, bringing you absolute ecstasy. Jimin was made to fuck, and he was amazing at it. You writhed underneath him, unable to keep still from the insane amounts of pleasure coursing through you. You knew you were close, and so did Jimin, his hand reaching down to draw figure 8’s on your clit. When your orgasm came, it was like the entire world was shaking. You screamed out his name, back aching into his body, feeling like your soul was leaving yours. You were flying. You felt high. Jimin filled the condom seconds later, panting as his body collapsed on top of yours. He rolled next to you and gathered you in his arms.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Agreed,” you nodded, snuggling into his embrace.

He smirked, and kissed your cheek. You blushed and hid your face in his neck, making him laugh.

“How can you be shy after all that?”

“Shut up,” you mumbled into his skin.

“Y/N?” He asked quietly.

“Hmmm?”

“I want you, all the time. I don’t want to have to let you go after this, will you be mine?” he asked, and when you were quiet ( simply because you were in shock) he added “I promise I’ll treat you right, like you deserve.”

You lifted your head to meet his gaze, smiling at him as you nodded, telling him you would be his.

“Show me.”

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foryouthegays · 4 years

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techno liveblog w timestamps lets go for ‘a new home (dream SMP)’ stream

good laugh times: 00:13:50, 00:14:55, 1:38:45, ik it doesnt look like a lot but like u should watch the stream anyway bc philzas there and his laugh is amazing and they just go so well together

times techno calls phil his friend: 00:6:00 00:37:00, 00:45:17, 0:1:09:30, 01:11:15, 01:26:35, 01:50:05, 2:35:00

FSDJKFAF;LS HE KEPT THE MUTED INTRO IN JHKADFLS (ends at 00:1:25)

i like how, when faced with Leaving Youtube, techno would choose to be an author. i want a book by techno. reblog this if u want a book by techno (with an audiobook by him as well) /hj. 00:1:33

i love how he says ehhhhhh so much lskjhdfas (abt 2 mins in)

who the FUCK just remembers that the word fortuitous exists wtf 00:5:17

00:7:45 PHILZA TIME PHILZA TIME LETS GO

00:8:55 tommy time :/

0:14:10 rANBOO JUST WALKS IN, LOOKS AROUN ,AND LEA VE SIM CRYING

i love how much philza laughs at technos jokes bc pretty much everything he says IS a joke he just says it in such a serious voice that p much everyone else is like,,,yeah,,,,yup,,,,and phil just knows when hes joking and his laugh is so good with technos voice. sbi? whos that? i only know philza and technoblade

00:19:30 ghostbur joins! this is my first time hearin ghostbur btw

00:19:40 haha string axe technos so bad at crafting what a fool /j

00:21:07 ghostbur: “Even I remember how to make a fishing rod!” ghostbur u just MURDERED technoblade oh my god im gonna scream hgjdfksla i love ghostbur so much

00:23:55: GHOSTBUR NO!! DON’T DIE YOU’LL BECOME A DOUBLE GHOST!!!! -technoblade 2020

00:24:55 technoblade neva lies -guys he almost did the technoblade neva dies ahh!!!!!

i havent heard anyone talk about this but techno has a dedicated roleplay voice. like listen to him talk to tommy at 00:25:08. his voice gets more even, he uses names a lot more often (seriously, listen to his theseus speech. he says tommy so often, its incredible.), and his voice gets,,,,deeper? not deeper but smoother, in a way, and he repeats what he says for emphasis instead of humor. and his voice is louder, and he seems more assertive.

00:27:30 philza: where we goin, by the way? techno: to our- to my new home.

techno cmon let phil live w u wed get so much more content cmonn

00:28:50 the fact that he calls the manhunt theme “dream music” makes me laugh so hard. and then his version of it,,,,,m love he (also he sings it here and at 01:14:20)

00:35:10 why is ranboo so cryptic im-

why does he just casually know the word sentry wh at i hate him 00:39:45

this is the worst sentence (structurally) ive ever heard techno say im gonna cry 00:49:33 ‘im too busy thinkin of new ideas to sleep so i could actually execute them’ and tubbos *oh?* after is just hdsfgkjlka

LKSJDHFJK 00:51:49

00:54:30

techno: thats one of dreams powers, he can just stop the rain

tubbo, quietly: like jesus!

i love them sm dsfhkjla they kept going but i jus gdfhjksa jesus has op

techno @ being the second worst thing to ever happen to those orphans: haha funnie!!

techno @ having fun w religious stuff: i wILL BE CANCELLED NO-

00:58:10 “hey if ur [ghostbur] a ghost, do instant damage potions heal you now?” “...no,, they hurt me still :(” DSIULZKJHFSLKFJH

01:04:00 his brother named the cow bob im- aww

also he has a fanart wall again!!!

01:09:30 “phil, you’re the only friend i have left in this world.” aWWWWW HE GAVE HIM THE COMPASS

“dont smoke, it’s a joke” -technoblade 01:14:15

ROLEPLAY SPEECH VOICE IS BACK AT 1:16:10 “they pillage my base for everything i’m worth, they use me for the revolution, but oooOOOoo i took a pickaxe with his consent? oOOOooOo i’m a thief!”

holy shit 01:17:15 “you know what, phil? for you, the world, alright? it’s fine.” oH MY GOD HHHHGHG (context, right before they were arguing bc phil took some blocks from his base and techno thought that when he said phil could take anything he meant from the chests)

the COMIDY of that villager coming in and sleeping while techno was readin donos at 01:22:05 RIGHT AFTER phil freaked out abt inturruptin his dono readin im SFDHKJLA:

techno talkin bout the winstreak and how he wont be able to live up to that sort of playin at 01:22:30ish is super important and ill transcribe it tomorrow, but if u can id highly rec watchin it.

01:24:20 “[readin dono] what’s your favorite movie? uh, the princess bride is pretty good” techno ily that movie rocks also he said it so fast like hes ashamed of it noo

techno says no to canon ranboo son btw! 01:25:30

01:25:55 “i wasnt in that story, therefore it doesnt matter” all of technoblr be like

01:37:49 is great lemmie transcribe

“how have you still not gotten a second monitor?? holy shit.”

“let me tell you something. and im only telling you this because i know that so many people in the chat are gonna be furious. so i recently realized- i think the second monitor can just be any ol’ monitor, right? you literally just plug it in, and its set up? well i mean you have to turn on some settings, but like, thats it, or something?”

“yeah,,,,, uh techno you fuckin destroyed my chat, by the way, oh my god, [earlier techno told his viewers to twitch prime philza] there has been like 40 primes just flying through”

“yeahhh twitch prime!!! twitch prime philza yeahh!!! so anyways the other day, i like, i looked to my left, and realized that my old monitor has been like, five feet away from where i sit and stream for the last three years?”

“oh my god...”

“so i- i literally do not have to leave my room to set up a second monitor and i havent. and i’m still usin my laptop for this stream.

“is this gonna be one of those situations where you like, you have a thing, you just refuse to do the thing?”

“listen, my desk is-

“yOU STILL HAVENT OPENED UP THE HYPIXEL PACKAGE!!!”

“AHHHH I HAVENT OPENED UP THE HYPIXEL PACKAGE! I HAVENT EVEN OPENED UP MY MCC COIN! DUDE I HAVENT EVEN OPENED UP MY ONE MILLION SUBSCRIBER PLAQUE! ITS STILL THERE RIGHT BEHIND ME! ITs sTILL IN THE BOX! i never made a video on it....”

“bruhhhhh [philza laughs] thats FREE VIEWS what are you doing??”

“ill open it at 8 mil :/.”

“you could LITERALLY make a video of you just like, throwing it off a wall, and then thumbing up, like doing a thumbs up, and then that would be it. 10 seconds. ten seconds. thumb and elbow in shot. [laughs]”

techno is such a disaster i love him

01:34:18 the way techno says “tommy, that statement has NEVER been true” i dont like sayin i simp for block men but GOD sometimes his voice is nicer than usual hhhgn

“man i sure wish tommyinnit was in this stream” -nobody ever (just after previous timestamp)

01:40:15 is fuckin hilarious and im actually crying oh my god techno just says things and says them well with a completely straight face how does he do it

i cannot WAIT until theres a president w the last/first name andy so we can say president andy and think abt technoblade

IM CRIASDNGUSFHD 01:44:38 PHILZA LOOK OUT LOOK OUT PHILZA LSKJDAFJASD;LKF

i love when techno talks abt his vids. like u can tell he puts a lot of thought into the vids (esp these ones) and like at 01:47:00 he talks abt the “I DIDNT PUT DEAPTH STRIDER ON THOSE BOOTS, FUNDY!” and how its just that creepin realization that you were doomed from the start and how he made the armor, he isnt intimidated by the netherite bc he didnt enchant it all the way and only he knows that,,, and i just,,,hgg he

he reveals that hes writin the next arc at 01:48:00: “oh, speakin of arcs, chat, i’m writing the next arc. so, you know. hope nothin bad happens in two weeks, chat!” IM SO EXCITED like he clearly has his character fleshed out and is SO good at writing and retellin history im so so excited to see where he takes it AHHHH and also taht means he might stream more bc he might make his character more important (keep in mind this is the guy who wrote self insert hypixel fanfics. he has no shame in puttin himself first and i respect him so much for it)

01:51:20 “they’re tryin to get a second customer but they’re riskin their first” is lowkey a good line

has anyone else noticed that techno says wise a lot? like at 01:55:10 he literally says “wise dragon armor” as a joke but like i think he says wise so much BECAUSE of skyblock like hjkfdsla

01:57:30 techno plea se eat

ok 1:58:45 is hilarious and all but at the end of his ramble he says “come back, i miss you” and lowkey im crying

techno needs to stop knowing his audience more than we know ourselves im hsfkjda 02:05:25 “the chat’s spammin ‘eat technoblade, eat!’ like they’re not gonna start, like, theyre not gonna get super sad if i ended the stream right now, like theyre not gonna all cry ‘i miss technoblade *sniffs* why- whyd he leave to eat food, why did he listen to our advice noooo’”

02:14:50 NEW VIDEO POGGGG CARL THE HORSE POGGGGGG NOT A STREAM HIGHLIGHT POGGGGG

02:17:40 “i could start a potato farm out here to show how much ive changed” techno last time u made a potato farm u started an entire war that lasted a year that does NOT say calm and retired to me lskgdfjagsldj

02:23:00 why does techno just reference greek mythology so much. makin me scared for his arc.

also he talks abt smp earth a lot in this stream i love it so much

i also just. love?? how much sbi respect tommy like they bully him but when talkin bout him they just have so much respect for how much work he puts into youtube and i just,,,,hgnn they r friends

02:33:13 sbi streamer house lets go cmon

02:34:15 “i think if i streamed every day i could keep up” on one hand YE S but on the ohter oh god techno no we have to keep up tho

hearing techno say “violence isnt the answer” is so scary 02:35:40

02:37:30 technosneeze

hiS BROTHER SENT HIM 46 DISCORD MESSAGES SFKDJLFLKASF 2:49:25 i love his end screen so much hes just sadness,,,,retirement,,,t,echnoblade,,,the government is going to fall on its own due to lack of organization and ideals,,,,,,subscribe,,,,,sadness,,,,,also 2:50:45 is making me laugh so hard its just sad music and technos like??? whys phil in my house drinking milk?????

overall, fantastic stream, if ya want some chill techno philza content i highly recommend.

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nouveauweird · 5 years

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bullshit-free guide to actually fucking writing your wip

disclaimer: this isn’t a fool proof method. when it comes to writing advice and techniques for productivity I say keep an open mind, but take what works for you and leave the rest.

disclaimer 02: this is more or less for people who want to eventually publish, but there may be elements in here that benefit hobby-writers.

Where & When You Write

Some people will tell you that your writing routine needs to be sacred. I don’t quite believe that. You can absolutely curate a space for yourself that you aim to write in, but at the same time, focusing very strongly on the ritual of writing makes it hard to create an adaptable habit.

The Writing Zone:

Your desk or table should face away from your bed, my mother always swore by that and it stuck with me. If space doesn’t allow for that, consider putting furniture or some partition up so you can’t see your bed. For some reason, this makes focusing easier.

For those of you who may be bedridden or have limited space, a good bed-desk is absolutely just as acceptable (I am actually planning to get one).

If you have a space separate from your bedroom, the follow applies as well:

Eliminate as much distraction as possible from your desk. Your experience of distraction is unique so do what you gotta do to eliminate it.

Make sure your space is well lit. Background light is essential to avoid eyestrain when staring at a screen.

Your chair should be comfortable, and support your back. Scoot your ass all the way to the back of the chair and try sitting on your thighs as much as possible to take strain off your lower spine (my chiropractor told me this).

The Writing Time:

You need to make time for your writing. Summer means the sunshine is waking me up at 5:45 AM and it’s too hot to doze comfortably so my ass is up and writing or reading until 7 AM when I gotta start getting reading for the day. If I have to catch the 10:15 AM bus, I’ve for about 4 hours to work with between waking up and leaving.

I finished July 2019 Camp Nano by writing in the morning. And I’m not even a morning person, I swear.

Make time for you writing. If you can make a routine you can stick to, excellent, if you have a handful of 5-10 minute time-pockets— also okay! The 30 minutes your dinner is in the oven is just as good a time to write as any other.

How do you learn how to write in tiny time pockets, you ask, well here it is: Micro Writing Sprints and Macro Writing Sprints. The former applies to pockets of time under 15 mins, while the latter applies to pockets of time over 20 mins. All you have to do is set a timer and challenge yourself to write as much as you possibly can.

Another thing to keep in mind is knowing your personal limits. If your attention suffers and you start to wander after 15 mins, keep your sprints to 5-10 minute blocks, and give yourself 5-15 min breaks where you get up, drink some water, move your body and then come back to your writing.

How to Write More, Faster

You have to kill your inner editor. Or at least subdue them. You can fix a typo or whatever but that’s really it. The idea is that you need to allow yourself to get into a mindset where you’re only focusing on the writing, your prose is allowed to be a mess. Insecurity and doubt have no place here, only writing.

Your first draft doesn’t need to be clean. You get to clean it up when it’s done. Stephen King says you write your first draft with the door closed, and the second with the door open, and I like that saying a lot. The revision process is actually way more fun than I thought it would be. I get to make fun of myself for my weird writing quirks— every single one of my “most common errors” in my Grammarly report is about misusing commas!— and restructure and improve upon the foundation I laid with the first draft.

If you come up with something that changes something significant to your story, write a note about it, and then continue on with your draft like it’s been that way the whole ass time. Do not go back and change things. Just keep writing.

Learning how to do Writing Sprints allows you to quickly get into the habit of putting everything down as fast as you can without overthinking it. Because the real thinking is for later, when you’re revising. Essentially these Sprints enable you to get into the writing zone much faster, so feasibly you could write in small time-pockets at the bus stop, in a waiting room, on the bus—anywhere.

Outlining will make you write faster.

Yes I am pro-outlining, please don’t click away because of that, because I also still think that you need to use what works for you, and if you’re reading this something isn’t working, so please keep your mind open.

The very least you should try is preparing or pre-planning what you need to write for your writing session (no matter how short). You will write more and faster this way. Most of all, you will be less likely to “wander” around.

I wrote out a small fragment-filled paragraph of what needed to happen in the first few scenes of my July 2019 Camp Nano project and got them out more easily and faster compared to when I didn’t. I wrote sustainedly in 30 minute time-pockets with a great deal of focus when I prepared my writing before actually writing.

Your WIP Outline

What if your outline was also actually super connected to your character sheets? Libbie Hawker makes this sound so easy in her book “Take Off Your Pants” in which she broke down some very interesting ideas on how to build your characters and your story that I hadn’t previously considered.

What I ended up with was something like this:

CHARACTER NAME Character: write down the basics; age, career, small relevant facts Flaw: what problem do they have that hinders them External goal: the thing they want that they can’t get unless they overcome their ‘flaw’ Ally: who pushes the character toward their goal when they stray Antagonist: who has same or aligned goal, but with different motives and execution Events:

Opening scene

Inciting event

Character realizes external goal

Display of flaw

Drive for goal

Antagonist reveal

Thwart 01

Revisiting flaw

New drive for goal

Antagonist attacks

Thwart 02

Changed goal

Ally intervention

Renewed Focus

Battle

Death

Outcome

End: success or failure or neutral result with regards to overcoming ‘flaw’

The stuff under the “Events” category is stuff everyone has seen before in narrative charts, and it won’t be the last time you see it either. You can use or discard or repeat them however many times you need to. I still think this plot chart that I made it great for figuring out pacing, so check that out if you need some help there.

You can also apply these to series, where the character’s “Flaw” and “External goal” change as the narrative progresses.

All of these parts are explained in Libbie Hawker’s book, but I’m happy to explain if you DM me!

I applied a central idea for my WIP “Hyacinth Stalks” and all the central characters share a common idea with regards to their flaws. Hawker recommends filling in this information for all central characters, and working in which events which characters will interact in.

The common idea is that my characters are “holding onto the past to feel more in control in the present”. Juliet Shain maintains habits of maintaining a “perfect athletic body” in the same way she did as a dancer five years earlier. She can’t exercise that same control over her mental health, which she struggles with, because of questions she has pertaining to the accident that lost her her leg remaining unanswered.

Juliet’s ultimate goal is closure about the accident, which she won’t be able to access unless she stops holding onto the past and in turn the idea that the accident “ruined” her.

I can apply the same things to Alana Murdock, another central character in “Hyacinth Stalks”, who, because she could only rely on herself after her sister’s murder while her parents grieved and her brother cut all contact, rejects her brother’s attempt to reconnect in order to protect herself in the present despite the stress of the upcoming 10th anniversary of the Hyacinth Killer’s disappearance. Her goal, would be to make it to the Olympic Volleyball team, which she won’t be able to do unless she stops isolating herself.

I can now approach the Events sections with more clarity because I know what the characters’ goals are and what their hindrances are as well. I can apply the same ideas to the other central characters, as well as the Serial Killer and weave their stories into the narrative as well. When you have a strong character arc, you can build a strong story.

When you can answer the questions about your character(s) you can fill in those Event sections with far more ease, and begin to break those sections down into chapters, scenes, or beats, with as much or as little detail as you want. Libbie Hawker’s method involves writing out paragraphs worth of scene details before actually getting to the writing. She says this isn’t necessary, but that for her it eliminates “wandering” and any doubts about what needs to be put on the page.

Personally speaking, I lie somewhere in the middle, wherein my scene outlines involve small paragraph or bullet points for what needs to happen.

Hawker has written books in 21 days, so there is definitely some magic in her method. In her book, Hawker details that creating her outline took 4 hours. When I outlined “But a Monster” it took a week (5 days), and despite not having had her method then, the existence of the outline made writing the novel much clearer and focused, which my writing had not been prior to admitting I needed to give outlining a chance.

All writing advice is a tree of wisdom

Take what benefits you most and leave the rest.

I have fully taken the advice that I have attempted to explain here. I read in “5000 Words Per Hour” by Chris Fox and “Take Off Your Pants” by Libbie Hawker and felt incredibly inspired and motivated, but some of what they say or eschue doesn’t resonate with me or my craft. I have to do what works for my writing, and if I’m happy with the pace the work is going at then alright!

What I’ve written here is meant to give you new ideas on how to be more productive. I read the books that helped me come up with this because I felt like something was lacking in my writing routine and I had my eyes opened. I hope I have opened yours too and that your work benefits from this.

#outlining #writeblr #am writing #writing community #long post.#my resources.#resources.

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fancat-not-fangirl · 4 years

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It’s Not You Pt.9

a/n: ok so that took wayyyy longer than expected SORRY :/ (for those of you who haven’t seen Princess Bride, it’s an amazing movie and I totally recommend watching it)

3 weeks later

24 hours. Cas was 24 hours away from Saturday. 24 long, grueling, endless hours. He didn’t think he could wait that long. Yes he’d made it through the four previous days, but now that he only had mere hours until Saturday, Cas thought that the waiting would never end.

Because since he saw Dean Winchester’s car drive off the college campus the week before, Cas had been counting the days, hours, minutes, seconds, until he could see him again. Until he could look into those apple green eyes, and count the freckles on his face. Until he could hear that simultaneously soft but husky voice in his ear. Until he could wrap his arms around his soulmate and never let go.

24 hours.

Well, to be exact, 23 hours, 49 minutes and 14 seconds.

All he had to do was get out of bed, manage to sit through his classes without constantly getting distracted, finish his homework, and go to sleep. And then when he’d wake up tomorrow he’d get to finally finally see Dean again.

But first things first, he had to accomplish the first thing on his list. He had to get out of bed.

So Cas heaved himself off of his comfortable mattress and pillow, rubbing tiredly at his eyes as he glanced over at Sam’s bed, which was empty. Sam’s first class was at 8:00am, so he was always up and about much earlier than Cas was. Cas, on the other hand, preferred to sleep in, so he specifically chose his first class of the day to be Constitutional Law, which started at 9:00am.

Looking at the clock, Cas let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. It was 8:20.

23 hours, 40 minutes, 38 seconds.

This was going to be a long day.

******

He made it through his first four classes of the day. Barely. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Dean’s smiling face gazing down at him, and Cas practically had to hold his eyes open through most of his morning lectures.

But it was finally lunchtime and Cas took a deep breath of the crisp autumn air as he opened the front doors and strolled outside. He grinned and waved at Sam, who was already sitting at their usual table in the courtyard. It was a Friday, and although the weather had gotten colder over the past few weeks, Cas welcomed the chilly air. People were milling around, discussing their weekend plans, inviting each other to various parties. Cas breezed past groups of teachers and students, dropping his bag down at Sam’s table.

Sam already had a mouth full of salad as he tried saying something to Cas before realizing that all that came out was a garbled mess of words with a side of ranch dressing. Cas chuckled and waited for Sam to swallow, sitting down across from his roommate, who seemed to be growing by the minute. Cas nearly had to break his neck with the amount of craning that was necessary to look Sam in the eye. If he was being honest, Cas was probably more familiar with Sam’s various array of flannels than with his facial features.

Sam got the food down quicker than Cas thought was possible; a trait probably inherited from his brother. A brother who they both missed terribly, although for different reasons. Ironically, Sam talked about Dean even more now that he started seeing his brother more often. Before the Columbus Day weekend, Sam would bring Dean many conversations he shared with anyone that’d listen, talking about how much he missed his brother. But once Sam started seeing him at a more regular rate, Dean was all he ever talked about. Well, other than Gabe. Not that Cas minded. He could talk about Gabe for hours, sharing stories upon stories about his older brother. And Dean. Cas couldn’t stop pestering Sam about telling him facts and stories about his soulmate. But he didn’t think that Sam minded either. Any chance Sam had to show off his brother, he’d take it.

“I’m leaving for the weekends.” Sam’s voice brought Cas back to reality. He realized that he’d spaced out, and brought his eyes back around to Sam. “Me and Kevin have to work on a project for my Nutrition and Dietetics class, so I’ll be staying over at his place. I’m leaving with him today after my last class.” Sam winked at him. “Just don’t have too much fun with Dean while I’m gone.”

Cas blushed and quickly looked down. He heard Sam chuckle and raised his head, then whispered with a smirk, “Don’t worry. We’ll be sure not to use your bed.”

Sam choked on his next forkful of salad, and Cas left him that way, grinning from ear to ear as he got up and strode over to the food trucks. What was he in the mood for today? Not sushi or any type of fish. Salads were definitely off the list. Nothing spicy, so that eliminated Mexican and Indian food. Aha. Burgers.

“Double bacon cheeseburger please. No pickles. Thank you.” The line at the truck was short, and Cas placed his order without thinking twice. Wherever he went, wherever he ate, he always ordered the same burger. College was no different. Sam had tried ceaselessly convincing him to try something different. Either to eat one with pickles, or maybe to have BBQ sauce instead of ketchup, but Cas refused. He knew what he liked, and he’d stick to it.

“One double bacon cheeseburger please no pickles thank you.” Came a familiar voice, and Cas started. “Here you go, angel.” And he looked up as the 20 hours, 31 minutes, and 24 seconds came spiraling down to zero. Because Cas found himself looking up into Dean’s smiling face as the older boy stretched out a carefully packaged burger towards Cas.

“What? Dean? You- I don’t-” Dean let out a laugh that made Cas’s heart jump in his chest for the first time that week.

“Hey, Chuck, can you take over for a second?” Dean turned his head and called back to the other man in the truck. A muffled “Sure thing” was heard, and Dean sent Cas a sharp grin as he clambered out of the truck and to Cas, who threw himself into Dean’s arms the second his feet hit the ground.

“I missed you, too.” He whispered into Cas’s hair. They stayed in the embrace for only seconds before Dean grunted and pulled away. “The burger’s leaking ketchup all over my uniform”, he grumbled, viciously trying to wipe off the now red patch on his sleeve. Cas giggled, overjoyed that Dean was here. Remembering Sam, he swiveled around and was about to wave his roommate over when Dean put a hand on his shoulder.

“Sammy already knows.” Cas’s incredulous gaze found Dean’s. Sam knew? And he didn’t tell Cas? If Cas had known that Dean would be here, he would have chosen a different outfit to wear. Oh god, Dean probably thought that his knit cardigan was atrocious. If Cas had known, he would have at least attempted to arrange his hair into a presentable shape. If Cas had known…

“Don’t take it out on him, though. I told him to keep his cakehole shut about it or I’d chop off his balls and feed them to a zebra.” Dean winked at Cas. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Cas’s heart melted at that and he smiled up at Dean, although still a little confused. “Wait, so when did you-”

“Deano! Get your ass back in here!” Came the call from inside the truck. Smiling sheepishly at Cas, Dean ruffled his soulmate’s hair and gave him a quick kiss on the nose. “My shift ends at 8:30. I’ll explain everything later.” And with that information he left Cas standing behind the truck and returned to working the job Cas never knew he had.

Feeling a little dazed, Cas walked back to his spot at the table, everything snapping back into focus only when he sat down and was met with hysteric giggling coming from Sam.

“Oh, you should have seen your face!” Sam cackled. “It was definitely worth the wait.”

Blushing now, Cas looked down at his cardigan with a frown and started running his hands through his hair. “You could have told me to dress nicer today”, he mumbled.

Sam laughed and leaned forward on his elbows, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “But then you’d have gotten suspicious. It was better this way.” He giggled again. “The look on your face was priceless, though.”

Cas unwrapped his burger and smiled at the heart draw on the wrapper in sharpie. He hoped it hadn’t bled through onto the actual bun, and was relieved when he didn’t taste sharpie in his first bite. He didn’t know why or how, but this particular burger seemed to taste better than any other burger he’d ever had.

He and Sam finished their food in peace, but Cas’s mind was reeling. Dean? Here? Since when did Dean work in food trucks? And anyway, Cas thought he worked at the repair shop. It surely payed better than serving food, even though he knew that Dean didn’t like the, and he quoted, “Black Hole chock full of people with sequoia trees shoved up their asses”.

He shook his head and remembered that Dean promised that he would explain everything later. After his shift ended at 8:30. Cas smiled and set the timer.

11 hours. 30 min. 22 seconds.

******

Sam had left with Kevin an hour ago, so Cas used the peace and quiet without his roommate to finish his homework. Not that Sam was loud or annoying, but he and Cas always managed to start a conversation about something or other every time they were put in a room together. Whether it be sports, books, movies, art, food, or pencils, they always found something to talk about. Cas would be writing an essay when he’d head a small gasp from Sam’s side of the room, and swivel around just in time to see Sam sit upright in bed and ask Cas if fish felt wet or dry all the time. What would follow would be a long, winded argument ending in them not wanting to take up any more time with discussions and give up. Cas still firmly believed that water was not wet, but he never brought it up again to Sam. With a little smile, Cas decided that he would ask Dean and see what he thought.

Dean. Who would be arriving in 0 hours, 6 minutes, and 47 seconds.

Cas had made and remade his bed twice now, and he almost laughed at the irony. The first time he had heard that Dean was coming over, it had been Sam that went completely Control Freak, neatening his bed and rearranging his books to impress his brother. Now Cas was the one that was going crazy trying to make sure that his room looked presentable.

Realizing that he was pacing the room and probably annoying the hell out of the people on the floor below him, Cas sat down on his bed. His eyes travelled to his signed vinyl record. Dean kept promising that he would play some of his songs for Cas on his guitar, but he never actually did it, something about not risking any “tiny tot college twerps” bringing harm to his Baby 2.0; the guitar. In fact, Cas had never even heard Dean sing. Yes, at times Cas would hear snippets of a song here and there, maybe even some humming. But never any actual singing. Cas made another mental note for himself to ask Dean about his guitar, too.

Cas almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a knock on the door, and was up and across the room in a flash. He thrust the door open and was met with a bear hug from Dean. Smiling into Dean’s neck, Cas returned the hug and kicked the door shut behind them.

“Hey, angel.” He heard Dean whisper into his hair, which he then placed a soft kiss in. To be honest, Cas loved his new nickname. Well, not exactly new. His mother had been calling him ‘angel’ since he was a kid, and it had always annoyed him. But whenever Dean said it, Cas melted. The way Dean’s mouth formed the word, not to mention the gravelly way he sounded out the letters, almost had Cas on his knees. Like at the moment.

Their mouths collided in a kiss, and Cas moaned and arched his back into Dean. This kiss was hungry. Desperate. As if neither one could get enough of the other, which was true. Cas loved this. Loved the almost feral way Dean’s lips ravaged his own, and the small growls Dean made when Cas’s tongue traced the inside of his mouth.

“You look so damn cute in this”, came the soft murmur from Dean, and before he knew it, Dean’s hands were under his cardigan and all over his skin. Cas inhaled sharply as the warmth from Dean’s calloused fingers seeped into him. They were running up along his back, around his torso, on his chest. Dean was everywhere and Cas didn’t ever want it to stop.

Soon his cardigan was off and on the floor, quickly followed by Dean’s flannel and shirt. Their hands were all over each other, warm and sure. Dean’s mouth now decided to chart its course down Cas’s neck, and he arched his head back to give Dean more access. Dean’s mouth then traveled lower, down, down, down his chest. Cas was gasping, hands woven into Dean’s hair. Every time Dean sucked at a spot of his skin just right, Cas moaned and pulled on Dean’s hair. Dean obviously enjoyed it, and smirked devilishly whenever he got a particularly loud keen out of his soulmate.

And then they were on the bed (not Sam’s, just as promised), and Cas was a writhing mess under Dean’s hands and mouth. They traced his hips, his stomach, his chest. They turned Cas into a moaning, sweating, begging pool of goo that was addicted to the touch of his lover. But this was a healthy addiction. It was one that made Cas the happiest man in the world.

Cas suddenly remembered something.

“Dean?”

Dean stopped his meticulous worshipping of Cas’s body and raised his eyes to meet Cas’s. “Hmm?” He asked, his voice vibrating through Cas’s body, making him shiver.

“Do fish feel wet or dry all the time?”

Dean’s face broke into a smile and he laughed, bringing himself back up to kiss Cas in the mouth. They stayed like that for a while, just kissing. Cas didn’t necessarily care that Dean hadn’t answered his question, because this kiss was slow and soft, nothing like the one they had earlier. Cas couldn’t decide which one he liked better.

When the kiss deepened, he realized that he didn’t have to decide. A kiss from Dean was still a kiss. And Cas loved them all the same.

***

“So, you never answered my question.” Cas poked Dean in the side as they settled down into the blankets to watch a movie the following day. They had just returned from having dinner in the city, where Cas had learned that Dean had taken the job at the food trucks because he was lonely and bored back at the repair shop. Dean admitted that the pay wasn’t as good, but he’d also taken on the morning shift at an indoor pool not far from the college campus. Cas was thrilled at the chance of seeing his boyfriend more often. He still grinned at the thought. Dean was his boyfriend. He never thought that he’d be saying it, but he was glad that he had found his soulmate. And so was his mom. She had been ecstatic when Cas had called and told her that he’d found the person with his name on their wrist. After relaying the whole story of their little mix up to her, his mom had insisted that she get a chance to meet Dean, and invited him to stay at their house for Winter Break. Dean had looked like a happy puppy when Cas had suggested the idea, and had immediately agreed.

During the dinner in the city, Dean, in turn, had also learned that Cas had never seen the movie Princess Bride. From the sound of it, Cas was surprised that such a movie had even peaked Dean’s interest, but Dean had firmly stated that this was a movie worth watching.

So there they were, cuddled together on Cas’s bed, surrounded by a mountain of pillows and blankets, Dean’s laptop in front of them. On their way back from dinner, they’d bought popcorn and snacks, and were now up and ready to begin Operation Watch The Girly Movie That Dean Insists Isn’t Girly. Well, they’d be ready if Dean could just get his Amazon prime account to work.

And while he was doing that, Cas was determined to wring an answer out of Dean.

“Which question are you referring to?” Dean asked, scrolling through the saved passwords on his phone, trying to find the one for his account.

“The one I asked on Friday.” At Dean’s confused sideways glance, Cas elaborated. “The one about fish. Do they feel wet all the time?”

Dean chuckled and looked up at Cas with those startlingly green eyes. Cas didn’t quite understand how eyes could be that green. Most of the green-eyed people he’d met had more of a dull, stormy sea gray/green colored eyes. But Dean. Dean’s eyes were different. Something about them was so bright, as if they were a field where the grass was made of emeralds.

“I think that depends on whether or not you think water is wet.” Dean’s voice brought Cas’s mooning and staring to a stop.

“Water is not wet.”

Dean snorted. “Yes it is.”

“No. It’s not.” Cas shook his head. Dean was taking the same approach to this as his brother had.

Arching his eyebrow, Dean said, “Yeah it is. Something is defined as ‘wet’ if it is surrounded by water. Water is surrounded by water, therefore it is wet.”

“But if you look it up, water isn’t wet by itself, only when it comes in contact with other materials.”

“Oh and we should believe everything the Internet tells us. That’s rich.” He then threw up his hands and let out a whoop of triumph as he finally found the correct password to his Amazon account.

Cas rolled his eyes, and decided that they’d save this conversation for another time. Because right now Dean’s arm was around him, pulling him down towards his chest. Cas, in turn, wrapped his arms around Dean’s waist and snuggled closer to him, breathing in the scent that had now become so familiar to him. He smiled and sighed in content as Dean’s fingers started tracing soft patterns up and down his back.

The movie started, and everything else soon faded away until it was only him and Dean, giggling during the fight scene between Montoya and Westley, jumping when the R.O.U.S attacked, gasping at Montoya’s fight with Count Rugen, and smiling happily at the end.

And when the movie was over and they pulled the blankets tighter around themselves, Cas had to admit; he had liked the movie more than he first thought he would. But maybe that had a little something to do with the person watching with him. The one that was now enveloping Cas in warmth and burrowing his face in Cas’s neck.

The one that Cas suddenly knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

#supernatural #college au #soulmate au #destiel #sastiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel novak #gabriel novak #au #fluff #destiel fic #it's not you

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mamoretta · 4 years

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Autumn in Japan❤

In November 2019, I went on a full week trip to Japan with my two lovely cousins, Teh Epi and Teh Ami. The trip was on my bucketlist, but when we first planned this trip, we were reckless and kinda impulsive but I don’t regret it any single second. Luckily, we bought the ticket 9 months before departure, so we had enough time to prepare everything (money especially). Little did you know that Japan is the farthest I’ve ever been from home (for now), so I was extra excited and the fact that I can afford this trip alone (in +-9 months of saving!) was a proud moment for me.

Because my last vacation was a solo trip, the first thing I noticed about this trip was the differencies between when you go alone and when you go grouping. In my opinion, solo traveling is much closer to your heart, like there’s always that touching moment when you feel you can conquer anything (I wonder what would happened if I go to Japan alone!!). While group traveling is more refreshing, fun, and thrilling, but it really depends on whom you travel with. I think you have to go with someone that you really vibed with if you want to fully enjoy the trip with less drama. Lucky me, I have two wonderful companions that made my trip to Japan couldn’t been any better. Although there wasn’t always rainbow in Japan (literally), but t’was full of laugh and positivity. Super big love and thanks to Ami-chan and Epi-chan❤

The Trip

I only visited Osaka and Kyoto due to my short time and budget-friendly trip but it was all worth it.

Day-0: Depart & Transit

We flew to Japan with Singapore Airlines (the service and the food was superb! Plus they have Gentle Bones’ song on their entertainment board :p), so we had transit in Changi for a night long, yes 9-hour long. We landed in Changi at 23.00 and we wanted to visit Jewel for the sake of their indoor waterfall although the waterfall only operated until 23.30! We managed to lined up in immigration and jogged to Jewel but too bad the waterfall already turned off (we knew from the beginning we wouldn’t make it but at least we tried). We snapped some obscure photos as evidence that we were there. Then we went back to T2 Changi and strolled around finding a nice spot to spend the night, the snooze area and the long sofas was packed we ended up in some single sofas in front of the children playground, it was warm but we barely slept.

Day-1: Landed in Osaka

We had breakfast in-between airplane watching at Changi before our flight at 7 am, we bought butter toast and teh O’. The teh O was uniquely delicious, it was teh tarik with melted butter, warm sweet and savory at the same time. The teh O is worth a flight to Changi (hiperbolic but it was that great). Then we found an empty foot massage machine and tempted to try one because our (already) sore calf, and it was one our biggest mistake... the machine was badly stink (imagine million people from around the world using that same machine :)) and the stink sticked to our socks, then we putted the smelly socks into our shoes... imagine the rest. (In case you wondering, yes our shoes was smelly troughout our trip in Japan T_T). In the evening, finally we safely landed in KIX, we was welcomed with the beautiful autumn foliage outside the airport. It was our first time witnessing autumn foliage with our own eyes, we were so happy >_<

Then we rushed to ICOCA vending machine to bought our transportation card for our trip and looked for our train to our hotel in Osaka while carrying the heavy luggage. The first time we tried Japan train line was confusing... we entered the same train back and forth because we were not sure that was the right train and there was no one to asked. The cold air and strong wind started to stabbed me who only wore 2 thin layers of clothes. Freezing. Luckily we arrived at our hotel just in time, rested for a minute, then we went to Dotonbori to get dinner. During this trip, we stayed in Ookini Hotel Dotonbori, just 700 m walk from the buzzing Dotonbori. In Dotonbori, we had Kukuru Takoyaki, ¥800 for 10 pieces of the tastiest takoyaki I’ve ever tasted. Then we lined up for the famous Ichiran Ramen(!!!). Twisted part, later we realised that the Ichiran Ramen we visited was not the ‘no pork’ Ichiran branch we intended to visit... didn’t know if we were too hungry or too careless T_T anyway here’s the pic of the pork broth:

Day-2: Kyoto Part 1

We had breakfast at the nearest Family Mart to our hotel (it was like a little heaven for me, all the food, drinks, snack, and dessert were cheaply delicious). Then we headed to Kiyomizudera Temple in Kyoto by express train. To reach the temple, we had to walk about 20-30 mins but the walk was so pleasing because there were many cute cafe and souvenir shops along the walk. After we spent enough time and took enough memories at Kiyomizudera, we walked to Gion through Sannenzaka & Ninenzaka Street. The street was packed with tourist and full of vibrant touristy shops. We stopped by at Studio Ghibli Shop(!!!) and enjoyed a cup of gingerbread latte at the unique tatami-style Starbucks cafe, there’s a beautiful zen garden and all things beautiful <3 Before we arrived at the modern side of Gion, we passed through an old-style-long-charming alley, every path we took there was beautiful and reminded me so much to anime sceneries. Even when we arrived to the busy Gion, I feel like I was living in anime world.

Then we walked to Nishiki Market. It’s time for FOOD! The best part: super fresh seafood sashimi! I got to ate uni for the first time in my life and I tasted the most delicious salmon sashimi in the world. I cried. We lost count on the money we spent in this market because all things was very tempting. I wish I could go back to Nishiki Market. Then we had Ayam-ya Halal Ramen for dinner (finally real halal food here) and snacked on donuts and hojicha at Koe Donuts. We went back to Osaka and we stopped at the station a bit far away from our hotel to saw the illumination fulfilled the road, it was magical ✨ We walked far enough to made our stomach felt empty again, then we decided to had supper at 24-hour all ¥100 Kura Sushi. All the staffs spoke japanese and didn’t understand our english and all the instructions is in japanese, we waited 1 hour for our queue number to be called (also in japanese x_X), then a waitress came to us offering us (in japanese) the english menu (thank God).

Day-3: Universal Studio Japan

It is the happiest day in my life!!!!!!!! One day in USJ is never enough, but we already planned a strategy to fully maximized our time in USJ, so after a full day of adrenaline and happiness, we walked out from USJ (with very sore legs) feeling contented. The first ride we headed to was Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey. They said this is the most wanted ride so the queue must be very long. But lucky us, we queued only about 30 mins long and there is one funny story. In the middle of the ride (we thought it was the middle because we hadn’t finished the ride yet), the machine stopped but we didn’t know any single thing about what happened because all we hear was japanese. Three of us were panicked at that 4-seated train, so we tried to ask what happened to one okasan beside me *me pulled out all my sumimasen-arigatou skill*. But all we got was silence and a blank stare from her that made us even more scared *laugh ih japanese*. Shortly afterward the ride was running again but when we reached the end of the ride, the train didn’t stop and we had 2 full rounds instead... okay the first round was anticlimax because of that technical problem and the second round was enough to made us had nausea 😂 nonetheless, the ride was amazing and very nostalgic (because it’s Harry Potter!!!).

My second favorite ride is Hollywood Dream. The track is terrific and every single seat has its own monitor and speaker to let us choose the song we want to hear during the ride. I chose Happy - Pharell Williams (by sentimental reason) and I was superrrr happy and carried away by the whoosh. And the most *EPIC* ride goes to THE FLYING DINOSAUR!!! I was speechlessly astonished by the ride, the ride continuously gave me palpitations. I felt like I was literally flying as a flying dinosaur. Last but not least, though it wasn’t a ride, the highest appreciation goes to Hogwarts Castle Light Show. There are no words can describe how magical it was. My jaw dropped throughout the show. I love itttt.

Day-4: Kyoto Part 2

And this is my favorite day in Japan afterall. We went to Fushimi Inari by train and the comute was somewhat confusing because we should’ve had transit in 2 stations, we ended up getting off in the wrong station, 2 times, like a donkey. We arrived at Fushimi Inari a bit late, then we took some photos and bought some food from the local market near the gate. I got one big skewer of beef wagyu for only ¥500 and I still remember how delicious it was. We also bought some souvenirs there, argh all the souvenir shops in Japan are very cute and tempting. Then we headed to Arashiyama Bambo Forest. The bamboo forest was so-so, but I was impressed by the neighborhood around Arashiyama. Though it is tourist area, but the environment was very soothing and authentic, the momiji just enhanced the warm atmosphere, and the people was sooooo nice i could’ve hugged all of them. There are one road full of nice souvenir shops (still), no car passed by, just a few traditional rickshaw called jinrikisha pulled passionately by local man. Then we strolled around and ended in the popular Arabica coffee shop in Kyoto. The coffee shop was packed and it located by the lake. After we got our latte, we enjoyed it while comtemplating by the lake surrounded with momiji under the beautiful sky. The latte was so good itself and I was covered in joy. We had spare time at Kyoto so we decided to went back to Gion area just because we love it a lot. Last thing I knew, I already left my heart in Kyoto.

Day-5: Osaka

We spent full day at Osaka. This is basically our last day we have because tomorrow morning we already had to leave and it was the most freezing and stormy day we had in Japan. Even Japan was sad because we were about to go home :( Anyway we had so much fun and impressed by all Osaka has to offer. We had Matsuya for breakfast and dinner because we wanted to try all the menu and it was very cheap but also delicious haha and I tried natto for the first time! In the morning we decided to went to Don Quijote first to bought some (no, a lot) of souvenirs, then we went back to hotel to dropped the purchases and continued the itinerary. We went shopping at Shinsaibashi, strolled around Amerikamura, went to Umeda for the ferris wheel but too bad the ferris wheel was closed (yes our bad didn’t check the schedule) but Umeda is nice so we walked around Umeda. The day was getting dark, we were a bit confused where to go next, and we decided to go to Osaka Castle with zero expectation because it was dark and the museum was already closed. Turned out Osaka Castle remains beautiful in the dark, and we still mesmerized by the castle and its surroundings. We felt like we were living in kingdom era. Then our last destination is Shinsekai. It’s an old district built in 1912 with New York and Paris as the model, then neglected in decades afterwards. We just strolled around the neighborhood, it was full of restaurant, bar, spa, and other nightlife. Little did we know that Shinsekai is the most seedy and dangerous area in Osaka lol. Gratefully we arrived at our hotel safe and sound.

Day-6 & 7: Back to reality

NOOO i didn’t want this to be over, but life goes on and we had to leave Japan. But first thing first, we had breakfast at Matsuya for countless times haha. We also spent all our coins we had. Bought the things that hadn’t been bought yet in the last minute. What else to say... we headed to KIX and said our hardest goodbye to Japan. Still we had a good time in KIX, Changi, and in the airplane before we had to face the reality. The saddest part is, right after we landed safely in CGK and activated our phone, I received message from my family told me that my grandpa passed away that morning. Oops I’m sorry for ruining the ending :p All in all, this whole trip was a blast worth a lifetime.

What I love about Japan:

The food! It was all beyond my tongue could expect.

The people was all friendly, kind, and *very* polite!!! *bowing sharply 90 degrees*

The vending machine you can find anything anywhere and the konbini store.

The technologies, facilities, transportation, cleanliness, they’re the best.

The balance coherence between the old and modern culture.

There are so many things Japan has to make you in love, but they say you don’t need a reason to love something (cringe).

Throughout my entire trip in Japan, it seemed like there was a balance between old and modern maintained by a strong appreciation of tradition from the times gone by. It’s something we’d never experienced in another country and made us instantly fall in love with Japan. It’s amazing to see two such extremes coexisting effortlessly and perfectly side by side. I was happy, delighted, amazed, surprised, and just plain impressed. I hope I can go back to Japan.

#Japan Osaka Kyoto

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adventuresasmrsfindley · 5 years

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I have a sleeping baby on my chest and all is right in the world.

It’s midnight. I am so completely exhausted. I woke up at 4:30 AM and we were at the hospital by 6. But I want to jot down some things from today so I don’t forget.

We started pitocin around 8:30 AM. The contractions started almost right away but they weren’t painful, just a lot of tightening. I even got cocky and told hubs labor wasn’t near as bad as I thought. HA. Joke was totally on me.

Around 11 the doctor came in and broke my water. I was 5 cm and about 90 percent effaced but baby was still really high. I think a -3 station. Getting my water broke was freaking weird and there was sooo much. It just kept leaking and leaking. They wanted me on the birthing ball to try to move him down so I did that and within 15 minutes I was singing a totally different tune about labor lol. That shit is intense. The pain was bearable at first but the pressure of him moving down was nothing I can even put into words. It was so uncomfortable. I asked for an epidural pretty quickly because the nurse said it usually took a while to get things going. But it didn’t, the doctor was there in like 15 mins. Getting the epidural wasn’t near as bad as I expected. It wasn’t even painful it just felt really weird. And it was over so quick. They said it would probably take 15-20 mins to kick in so I waited and waited and the contractions were just getting so bad. The doctor came back about 40 mins later and said he could try to place it again or just try to top it off. I was a 7, could be stretched to 8 at this point so everything was progressing really quickly and he said the meds likely just couldn’t keep up with how fast my cervix was changing. So I opted not to have it placed again and he topped me off with another dose.

That helped for maybe 30 minutes and then it was right back to being completely miserable. And again it wasn’t so much the pain but the freaking pressure. I was not prepared for that AT ALL. Around 1 PM I was a loose 8 almost 9 and I was so uncomfortable. I kept telling my husband I couldn’t do it. I wanted to give up. Even though that was not an option lol baby had to come out. Then I got to the point that with every contraction I was dry heaving. So that was not fun at all. They gave me some zofran but it didn’t help because it wasn’t like I felt nauseous. The pressure was just so intense that I think my body was trying to find any way to relieve it. Around 1:30 I told the nurses I really felt like I needed to push. They checked me and I was 10 and fully thinned so they said we could do some practice pushes before the doctor came in. It felt so good to push against the pressure. After 2 practice pushes they called the doctor in and it was game time!

After 1 or 2 contractions of pushes the doctor said I was likely going to tear pretty severely and that I would have to push a lot longer if I let it happen naturally. She suggested an episiotomy which I wasn’t crazy about but I trusted her judgement and let her go forward with it. Never felt a thing so that was fine lol and 3 contractions of 4 pushes each later, our sweet boy entered the world! I pushed for 26 minutes total.

I did skin to skin right away and there are just honestly no words to describe how amazing those first moments together were. I have never felt love like I do for that little boy. And seeing my husband become a dad. Y’all. 😍 he was so amazing today and he is so smitten over his son.

Labor definitely sucked but it was worth every single second.

If you’re friends with me on FB I shared a couple of pics and I will put some on insta tomorrow. I haven’t decided about posting pics of him on here yet so if you don’t follow me either of those places and want to and we are mutuals, just ask!

Thanks for all the well wishes! ❤️

#meetthenewestfindley

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http-lostforever · 5 years

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Give Me Credit

Paring: Namjoon x Reader Ft. hints of Yoongi, Jimin, and Jin

Genre/Warnings: College!au, fluff, crocs, enemies to lovers, unrealistic job age, overdose on coffee, foul language (what do you expect), You and Yoongi teaming up against an asshole Namjoon, hints of you being a foreigner, angst if you squint.

Summary: You’re the poorly picked Student Tutor for a philosophy class, who, never actually shows up but bribing the fairly young teacher with Starbucks seems to be working out pretty well, well it was until the annoyingly intelligent Kim Namjoon shows up.

“You know someday you’re going to get in a shit ton of trouble from ditching class all the time.”

Your teachers voice traveled through your ears as you sat upon his desk and watched as he wiped the large white-board, ridding the surface of the lecture notes for the day. Shrugging your shoulders, even though he couldn’t see you at the moment, you sipped on your well made caramel macchiato. Eyeing the mountain of whipped cream that sat on his frappuccino with a certain hunger in your eye.

“Is that the day I don’t bring you Starbucks?” You asked while taking another sip.

“Yeah, probably.”

The two of you laughed at his answer, knowing full well that it was about 80% true. The other 20% would be someone telling for him, or actually caring that you only went to a whopping 11 classes in the whole first semester. But of course all of the girls in the class were too busy fawning over the young teacher, and you had a majority of the boys wrapped around your finger, unknowingly and unwanted, that no one said a word.

“So Mr. Min, my most favoritest teacher in the world.” Batting your eyelashes for effect and leaning forward. The blond haired male looked over, fake annoyance written across his face as he playing with your antics. With the brightest smile you could muster, you opened your mouth but he quickly cut you off.

“Touch my fucking whipped cream and I’ll fail your ass.”

“I bought the fucking thing.” You mumbled and sipped on your drink in defeat.

“And that’s not my problem.” He clapped back, but not before ruffling his hand through your hair, sending strands in every direction he could. He quickly grabbed his drink and escaped your short reach, a fiery rage burning in your eyes as you followed his every move. A heart melting gummy smile was etched into his face, one few had the privilege of see, especially during his class.

“Nothing is ever your problem, it’s so unfair! You are like what? 5 years older than me? 6?”

“4 years and 7 1/2 months actually, but what’s your problem is that a new student will be joining your class next week. You need to be here Y/n, because you’re the student tutor it’s your job to help anyone of the students and he will need someone to help him get caught up to where we are in this semester. Just show up or else I’ll send him to you.” He slowly made his way back over to your side, sitting next to you as he sipped his drink happily.

Normally people would frown upon befriending your teacher in such a way that you even send memes to each other when it’s 2am, causing a fight between the two of you telling each other that it’s bad to be up at such an hour and the other should be getting a good night's rest. But from the very first day you showed up (which was actually the 3rd day of school as you missed the first 2 from sleeping in.) Two cups of coffee placed in your hands (as the first one had been made wrong and the barista insisted on remaking it) and a pair of neon pink camo crocs on your feet you offered Yoongi the other cup thinking he was a student but quickly found out otherwise as he began the class with your public humiliation.

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‘Please introduce yourself, since it seems you had decided that this is your first day’ The short blond male sipped on the coffee you so graciously gave him, sneering at you as he expected for you to break down under the public embarrassment.

‘Oh yeah no problem man.’ You gave him a thumbs up and even had the audacity to walk down from the top of the lecture hall--where you chose to sit since you had decided it would be the best place to sleep during class-- and walked your happy neon croc wearing ass down each step until you stood next to him and sipped on your own coffee. ‘Hey what’s up guys I’m Y/n, I’m 21, a scorpio, I don’t really know why I took this class but it turns out I’m really good at philosophy so I decided fuck it why not, you know? I’m pretty chill and I missed the first two days because I tried to set my alarm and ended up putting it in my calculator not once but twice, wack right?”

Taking a step back you sat yourself on the teachers desk and continued talking, swinging your feet so all 250 students could see the glory that was your crocs. Mr.Min stood there with his mouth hung open in disbelief at your actions, fully expecting that you would cower beneath him and break under pressure but so far that was all not only being proven wrong, but also being thrown back in his face and shoved down his throat.

‘Uhhh my major is in philosophy so you might see me around but honestly if this class doesn’t have participation points then I wouldn’t count on it, but besides that is there anything else you want to know? Oh, Also I really like crocs, like how universal are they man, the strap is up and you are casual, yet fun. But the moment you flip that bad boy down? You’re ready to rock and roll, sports mode baby.’ You demonstrated with enthusiasm in front of the class before bringing your drink back up to your lips and looking over at your new asshole of a teacher as he stood frozen in shock.

‘Just…..just go back to your seat Miss Y/n, we’ll talk after class.’ Mr.Min whispered, his eyes wide with shock as he slowly nodded his head and walked over to the white-board to begin the lesson.

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“What do you mean I have to introduce myself? Also why the fuck is someone coming in the second semester, they should just wait till next year?!” You looked at him, brown eyes smiling down at you as you vented your anger. Everyone in class knew that if they wanted help then they email you or something, in person isn’t your thing and never will be.

“Y/n it’s just a greeting. Give the man a quick hello, smack on the ass, and call it a day. You’re not meeting the fucking queen.”

“Yeah but you also don’t have half the boys in the second year philosophy class breathing down your neck as they spam you email with poorly written promposals. I didn’t even know college had a fucking prom!” You chewed on your straw in frustration before shaking the cup around in disapproval at its emptiness.

“And having my female students ask if they can sleep with me to get their grade up is any better?” Yoongi growled, obviously frustrated at the topic which meant it happened recently for the 100th time now.

Con’s of being a hot young teacher.

“Come on Yoongi, I’ll wingman you. I’ll find you a nice date and once the girls know you’re taken they’ll stop!” Looking at him with a bright smile, he couldn’t help but smile back before picking up his large hand and placing it upon your head, a common gesture from him.

“Y/n...sometimes I forget that you are technically ranked as the top philosophy major student in this college.”

“Why because I give such great advice?”

“No...because you’re so fucking stupid.”

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With that day ending in a fake (friendly) fist fight between Yoongi and yourself, you continued your week with staying at home during class time, which was quite unfortunate since Yoongi was your friend but class wasn’t, and meeting the said boy outside of school for human interaction was your only option.

The small ding of your phone notified you of a text, quickly looking over in that direction you sighed at who texted you. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Yooooongle[9:55PM]: Hey don’t forget that the new kid is coming tomorrow

You[9:56PM]: Do I have to?

Yooooongle[9:56PM]: Yes

Yooooongle[9:56PM]: We talked about this

Yooooongle[9:57PM]: You’re coming to class whether you like it or not

You[9:58PM]: Bet

Yooooongle[9:58PM]: Y/n

Yooooongle[9:58PM]: Come to class or else

You[9:59PM]: Love you :-)

Yooooongle[10:00PM]: Don’t say I didn’t warn you

Yooooongle[10:01]: Love you :-(

As much as you loved the man, you really do, class just wasn’t at the top of your list for tomorrow. And it wasn’t like he was going to march into your apartment and drag your ass to class so there was nothing to worry about. Stretching your arms over your head you slowly stretched yourself out before heading to bed.

Waking up with no alarm was nearly euphoric, the birds chirping next to your windowsill as you raised from the bed like the true Disney princess you are, it was bliss. What also was bliss was the knowledge that Yoongi’s class was already 30 min in and you hadn’t been interrupted yet, meaning the threats he sent were empty (which you already guessed they were) but sure enough you’ll show up in his break time with coffee and a bright smile on your face, making him forgive you instantly.

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“Class who can tell me the meaning of life according to Socrates?” Yoongi yelled out into the crowded hall, which magically was silent as a morgue as he looked for anyone who could answer. With no hands raised and his patience growing thinner by the second, not only from you being gone but also that this was the easiest question he could ask the class, he slammed his hand on his desk and sighed. “Did anyone actually do the reading? Anyone?”

“According to The Apology of Socrates, written by Plato, An unexamined life is not worth living. Socrates believed that life was meaningless if he could not continue to seek out knowledge and believed that ignorance in man was evil.” A airy, yet deep voice echoed through the silent hall. Startling Yoongi as his back was turned towards the door, turning around he nodded towards the tall male. Acknowledging that he was in fact correct, then proceeded to write it on the board.

“Students talk among yourselves for a few.” Yoongi called out before walking toward the newcomer.

“You must be Mr.Min, I’m Kim Namjoon. I must say you are much younger than I expected.” Namjoon let out a hearty laugh while Yoongi laughed awkwardly to fill the silence.

“Yes I get that a lot, now Namjoon I have a student tutor who can help you get caught up with the assignments and such, not that there is a ton since we just started the semester.”

“Oh no need to worry Mr.Min I won’t need any help, I was the top philosophy major in my previous college so this should be easy for me.” Namjoon smiled, one that seemed to rub Yoongi the wrong way for some reason.

“Are you saying my class is easy Mr. Kim?” Yoongi shot back quickly, analyzing Namjoon’s face as he paled at the thought of openly insulting his teacher.

“No no no no I’m sorry sir- I didn’t mean to offend you! I’m sure you’re class is perfectly adept and at the level it needs to be!” He stumbled over his words causing Yoongi to snicker. If there was one thing Yoongi didn’t like more than you not showing up to class with his regular coffee, it was a student who tried to kiss his ass. With his threat to you fresh in his mind he intended to get back at the both of you.

“I’ll let you off this once Kim but to do so I need you to do me a favor.”

“Anything!”

“Here’s the address of my student tutor, please go bring her to class for me.”

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Freshly showered and smelling like god hand picked flowers and rubbed them on your body, you were feeling good. It wasn’t everyday you got to have a morning like this, some days you had Chemistry at the ass crack of dawn and each day you tried to see how close you and your lab partner Jimin could get to lighting something on fire without the professor noticing. You loved the little squirt with all your heart, he was a greasy kid at first. Intelligent as all hell in Chemistry which helped him get into a higher level class right away, but with the constant compliments and cheesy ways of asking you out on a date, you decided you had enough.

But when he tried to back hug you while you happened to be messing around with the schools bleach and the white vinegar you smuggled off of your closest culinary major, Seokjin (who loves hearing about your adventures in class since his are always boring or about rejecting girls) you poured a bit too much and instantly the heated concoction began to produce a heavy Chlorine gas which caused the lab to get evacuated and class was off for a week before it cleared out for sure.

Jimin learned that you were a bit on the carefree side and he needed to be careful around you, but the real respect came from him seeing you hand Yoongi a caramel frappuccino and swiping the whipped cream just as he was about to eat it. Nearly every student was scared of Yoongi, he was ruthless with grades and if you interrupted him once, he had no problem with docking your points for that day. But for some strange reason instead of flunking you from his class, Yoongi set his drink down and wrapped his arm around your head while giving you the worst noogie of your life.

The lesson was never learned but with a reward of a ticked off Min Yoongi and a mouth full of whipped cream, who could ever stop? Pulling the most comfortable pair of (slightly) fashionable joggers and a graphic tee with Jin’s favorite selfie of 2019 (gifted to you for your birthday by the man himself), your trusty black crocs, and a light running jacket, you were ready to roll out.

The first thing on your list was to waste some time at the nearest starbucks until Yoongi’s class was over and you could apologize with his favorite drink. But just as you were about to grab your bag, a round of knocks echoed off your door confusing the hell out of you.

Did Yoongi actually come to my house?

Setting your bag down you slowly walked over to the door, grabbing the handle with caution and opening it at a snail's pace you were met with a tall man, dark skin and honey brown hair. You nearly laughed at the thick rimmed glasses that rested upon his button nose, but the look of pure annoyance that was written on his face caused you to hold your tongue.

“Mr.Min sent me to-”

“Tell Yoongi that I don’t want anymore strippers at my house. The three in the bathroom are enough to deal with anyway, do you know how many fucking boxes of lucky charms they’ve asked for? 6! 6 boxes! That’s a lot!” You rambled, laughing at your own joke while he stayed silent.

“No, I’m not a- Mr.Min sent me to come.”

“Ohhhhhh I got it, sorry man I know that I’m cute and all but coming to my house is a bit much man. How did you get Yoongi to give you my address anyway? Isn’t that like an invasion of privacy or something? Eh actually he’d give it away for a corn chip who am I kidding. Sorry kid the answers no, I’m a free spirit of the wind, here how about this? It’s not you, it’s me. There...now see ya!” You began to close the door, ready to grab your bag and head out but Namjoon had other plans.

Grabbing the closing door with his obnoxiously large hands he slammed it open, the look of annoyance was now replaced with a nice emotion between pissed and rage. He let himself into your house and slowly cornered you.

“Listen here, don’t fucking say another word or I swear to god I will sew your mouth shut.”

You nodded, eyes wide and lips sealed shut. Not at his threat but more so you could keep the laughter from coming out.

“This is a fat disappointment.” Namjoon snickered as he looked you up and down.

“What do you mean?” You straightened up, head tilted to the side out of curiosity.

“That you’re the student tutor, I mean look at you. There’s no way you can be the top student.”

“Well coming from you that doesn’t mean much, give you a pair of round glasses and I’d mistake you for willy wonka any day!” You said with a fake laugh “Let alone the fact that you base intelligence off of looks, aren’t you supposed to be a philosophy major?”

“At least I’m not the one wearing crocs like it’s still cool.”

“Don’t ever insult the crocs man, that’s crossing the line.”

“When was Socrates trial?”

“399 BC”

“Wow so she does know a thing or two, I’m genuinely surprised. After looking at the teacher who runs the class I wasn’t sure if we would actually be learning philosophy or how to be a soundcloud rapper 101.” Namjoon sneered closing the front door then leaning against it. “To be completely honest I’m not even sure if you’ll compare to my intelligence considering the teacher is not even a year older than me, maybe I should apply and you can be my little pet?”

Now normally someone insulting you was like a slight breeze, it wasn’t important and not everyone can like you so you’ll let it slide most the time. Now your friends? That a completely different subject, no one and you mean no one, insults your friends.

“What did you just say?” You slowly looked up, a deep rage filling your eyes as Namjoon looked around your house. Not measuring how angry you had gotten in the last second.

“What I’m sure the change would be nice for you. Maybe you can follow me around and actually learn something for once, I’m sure other benefits come with the job to- oh” He looked over from your kitchen, observing the oddly cute knick knacks here and there and the small Ryan plushie Jimin had given you in attempt of courting you that sat upon the fridge. Slowly dragging his eyes from the kitchen to you he was caught mid sentence, slight fear filling his chest as he saw the look of pure hatred that filled your glare.

“I would be real fucking careful about what you’re going to say next..”

“Namjoon, Kim Namjoon.” He smirked, clearly getting a kick at how angry you got.

“Okay Kim Namjoon, you fucking insult my friends one more time I’ll make sure to rip your balls clean from your body and show the word just how good you are at deepthroating them, got it?” Yoongi certainly had rubbed off on you.

“Let’s go then.”

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It didn’t get better from there.

Although Yoongi wasn’t too happy as you told him what the walking tree giant had said, he got a kick out of your reaction as well and promised himself that if he was able to, you’d be paired with the narcissistic asshole as much as humanly possible. But the first challenge was getting you to even show up, and with the knowledge that Namjoon would be there everyday. It’s going to be impossible for you to even think of going on campus.

“Yoongi you don’t understand, he said I’m your pet! Your pet!” You yelled as Yoongi sat on the edge of his desk watching you pace back and forth in curiosity. Grabbing your hand as you paced by he quickly pulled your body onto his and cupped your soft face with his large and calloused hand.

“I can’t let him take my pet away from me, now can I?” Yoongi cooed softly into your ear. If it wasn’t for the knowledge that he was 100% joking you’d probably swoon any day now.

“Woof” You mocked before being pried from Yoongi’s grip and into the muscular arms of another.

“She’s not your pet Min!” Jimin scowled at him, hilariously petting your head as he cradled you against his chest and away from the pouting Yoongi.

“I don’t believe she’s yours either half-pint.”

That voice.

That fucking voice.

Namjoon waltzed in, packet of papers gripped loosely in his hand as he closed the distance between himself and the 3 of us.

“I just wanted to stop by and congratulate Y/n on receiving the 3rd highest score on her Chemistry test.” A mocking smirk rested on his devil-like plump lips.

“3rd?” You quickly ripped the papers from his hands, yours in your right hand with a mocking 97% scribbled at the top and his in your left with a 99%. “Who’s second?” You asked looking at Namjoon once again.

“That’d be me.” Jimin whispered from above, his arms sliding down from your shoulders to rest on your waist. A loud scoff erupted from Namjoon as he looked between the two of you.

“Jimin I thought you’d be smarter than to lower your standards to such a girl.”

The room went silent, each boy looking between you and another. Waiting, analyzing what the next move was. To say it hurt was an understatement but you weren’t going to let him get to you.

“Anyway I’ll see you tomorrow Y/n, let’s hope you get a higher score than me on the philosophy quiz.” And with that he walked off to his next class leaving the three of you still encased in silence.

“Y/n-”

“No I’ll beat him if it’s the last thing I do!” You yelled, breaking out of Jimins hold, the grabbing your bag and running out of the lecture hall. Leaving not only your wallet but half full starbucks as well.

“Hey Mr.Min?” Jimin timidly asked, hands fidgeting with the hems of his blue shirt as he looked at his shoes.

“What happened to the confidence you had before Jimin?” Yoongi mocked the younger.

“I.....I was wondering if you could help Y/n out on her test? I don’t like the way Namjoon treats her and maybe if she gets a higher grade than him, he’ll leave her alone.”

“Jimin, no wonder you like Y/n, you both are so stupid. She’s not our #1 for nothing, and even if she gets the highest score. Namjoon won’t stop until he gets what he wants.” Yoongi huffed out then took a sip of the drink you brought him.

“And what’s that?”

“Her.”

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You went home with a fire in your eyes and a war in your heart, nothing was going to stop you from studying like a madman for the quiz tomorrow. There was no way in hell you were going to let that asshole Namjoon get a better score than you on a test that’s right in your field.

With the fuzziest pj’s you could find and all of your hair pushed back by a headband you were ready to start. Padding through your phone one last time to find the perfect playlist and to set a timer, a quick text pops up on the top of your screen.

Unknown[8:26PM]: are you ready for tomorrow?

Unknown[8:26PM]: Btw this is Namjoon, figured you weren’t smart enough to figure it out so I saved you the time.

You[8:27PM]: Am I supposed to be impressed or can I block you now?

Unknown[8:28PM]: You wouldn’t block me

You[8:28PM]: Bet

This user has been blocked

Just as you set your phone down and finally prepared yourself to study a loud pair of knocks hit your front door causing you to groan inwardly and throw yourself of the comfy desk chair (which had the heater pointed at it) and begin to head down the hallway, blanket burrito and all.

The knocks sounded again, this time a tiny bit louder. With no hesitation you flung the door open, not fully ready to see a disheveled Namjoon standing at your door as it was surprisingly pouring rain. His honey colored hair stuck to his forehead and his glasses were wet with water droplets, no doubt he was not currently able to see, and his dark green hoodie was soaked fully. It looked as if he ran here.

“Why in the ever loving fuck are you here?” You snapped at him, clearly not ready to greet a guest. Let alone your self proclaimed arch-nemesis.

“Unblock me now.” His voice was curt and eyes hardened.

“You’re telling me that you ran all the way over here to tell me to unblock you? Are you fucking with me?!” You ran your hand through your hair, or as much as you could, with disbelief. He seriously is gonna be like this?

“I said unblock me Y/n.”

“Namjoon I don’t even know how you got my number in the first place, but that definitely does not mean that you can just run over here in the rain and bang on my door whenever you feel like it!” You began to yell at him, slightly agitated that he would be pulling a stunt like this, especially this late at night.

“Y/n-”

“No Namjoon, ever since you showed up you have made it clear that you hate me for some odd fucking reason. You’ve made it your lifes mission to make me feel like I’m not as intelligent as you and now you’re running to my door like a madman in a romance film and freaking out over me blocking you?!”

“Fine you want me to make your life hell? I’ll do that then.” He spat the quickly whipped around and stomped off into the rainy night.

“I DIDN’T EVEN SAY THAT, WHAT THE FUCK.”

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With the clear evidence of no sleep hanging below your eyes you trudged into the philosophy lecture hall, coffee-less and tired as all hell. And if you being there wasn’t a shock for everyone, it was the icing on the cake when you didn’t even realize Yoongi was trying to get your attention the whole time and instead you marched right past him and made your way to your designated seat.

You know, the one right fucking next to Kim Namjoon.

“Aww did someone stay up all night studying?” Namjoon joked with whoever decided he was decent enough to be a friend. Glaring at the said male you sat down in your chair and slowly lowered your head onto the table, you felt sick to your stomach.

“Come on Y/n it’s rude not to answer people, or maybe you should go back home and relearn Korean if it’s too hard for you. Who are we kidding? It’s a surprise that you even learned this much Korean in the first place!” Namjoon and all of his friends barked out in laughter as they taunted you.

Yoongi who could hear most of what they were saying was beyond furious, but as he handed out the tests he stopped at your table.

“Y/n please see me after class.” Yoongi spoke softly, careful incase you were feeling sick or had a headache, but also to give you a sense of comfort from himself.

“Ooooh is Y/n in trouble? Not surprised since she never actually shows up to class. Maybe she really isn’t as smart as everyone thinks she is, maybe she’s been fucking the teacher this whole time and he’s just been giving her A’s as a cover up for her stupidity-” You quickly looked at the test, a 10 question test with mildly detailed parts. Slamming the paper down you fill out each one in a record time of however long Namjoon had been taunting you for, plus a minute or two. Standing up and cutting off his sentence you placed the paper on Yoongi’s desk and stormed out of the hall in a rage.

Just as the door was closing you could hear Yoongi call out your score,

“Y/n 100%”

The echoing of the door filled your ears as you sped through the halls and towards the culinary kitchen, in a moment like this there was no comfort like the arms of the one and only Kim Seokjin. Slamming the stainless steel double doors open and tying your hair up, you are met with the displeasing sight of Jin surrounded by a handful of fangirls as they watched his decorate his practice cake for the finals in a few months.

Hearing the doors slam shut he barely lifts his head, normally uninterested with who shows up but the teary eyed look that was painting your face was enough for him to request for everyone to immediately leave. Within seconds he had his large arms wrapped around you, crushing your head into his broad chest as he cooed into your ear.

His back was facing the door so anyone who came in would only see the broad shouldered man hugging something, but with your constant bad luck streak a handful of voices filled the kitchen.

“You should have seen her, she was out of there faster than a bat out of hell.” His deep yet distinct voice made your body stiffen, signalling Jin that whoever that voice belonged to was the one who made you like this. His protective instincts kicked into full gear as his favorite baby cub (You being his first, Jimin being second, and Yoongi could be considered third) was distressed by a boy.

“What? I’m probably right I mean she’s never in class yet always has the highest score. How can that not be suspicious? She has to be fucking Min.” Namjoon continued on, sadly on his part, giving Jin a pretty good rundown of why you were like this.

The second Namjoon walked in and saw a fairly tall and broad male hugging someone he was about to tell the others they should just leave, but as he made his way around and the same mustard yellow hoodie you were wearing filled his vision he stopped.

“Well, we found the bat boys.” One of the other boys mocked, “Hey dude why are you hugging her for so long,don’t you know she’s fucking Min?”

“Who even is this guy anyway?” Namjoon asked, walking closer to the two of you before Jin slowly unlatched himself from your crying form, a small sob ringing through Namjoon’s ears like a bell as he immediately stopped in his tracks with wide eyes.

Jin slowly turned around, placing you behind him and earning a few gasps of shock from your bullies.

“You-You’re Kim Seokjin! We’re sorry!” Two of the four boys scream then run out of the kitchen like chickens with their heads cut off. Thus leaving Namjoon and a tall boy with straight black hair and bunny teeth. Seokjin looked over towards Namjoon, a deadly glare in his eye as his hands gripped your arms tightly.

“We’re going to take this outside in just a secon-”

“Jin” Your voice was surprisingly strong for how much you were beginning to crumble at the moment. “It’s fine just let them be, I’m going to head home anyway.

Giving Namjoon a ghost of a glance you passed by him, hand in hand with Jin and exited the culinary room in mission of going home for the day.

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It was the fifth day in a row that you woke up and it seemed like a dark cloud had been cast over you, your normal happy giddiness was gone, hiding away in the shadows. You didn’t feel like yourself lately to the point, you picked a pair of worn out nikes over your school-wide famous crocs. Slowly dressing in more of a grey and black color scheme, a complete 180 from your normal bright and happy wardrobe.

Something was wrong, be it the constant bullying from Namjoon or how his words were finally starting to get to you, it wasn’t normal and everyone knew that. Especially when you walked into Philosophy class (on a normal day at that), dark grey sweater hanging loosely from your body and a pair of black joggers on your legs, no color was found on your outfit. You set a small cup of coffee onto Yoongi’s desk with no greeting, not meeting the eyes of the shocked and terrified teacher as he noticed the drastic change in your personality.

He always made fun of how you always wore bright colors but secretly admired how you were never afraid to wear a color or pattern with the belief that if you thought you looked good in it then other people must too. But as he looked at the black monochromatic colors that were on your body he couldn’t help but feel terrified at what was truly going on in that head of yours for you to not only not greet him whatsoever but also be so muted and depressed.

You silently made your way up the steps and towards your seat, ignoring the shocked whispers of everyone around you as they were wondering the same thing as your teacher and dear friend. But most of all you looked down at your black shoes as you slowly made your way into your seat, ignoring the absolutely petrified look that was displayed on Namjoon’s face.

His eyes raced your body for any type of color that could be secretly hidden in your clothes, a simple trick that you were going to take off the sweater and yell out a ‘happy late april fools!’ with your normal jolly smile on your face. But as his eyes met yours all he could focus on was how dark the circles under your eyes had become, how your nose and lips were red and puffy from crying but only noticeable from the close proximity he was at.

“Oh wow she actually showed up to class! Whats with the black are you depressed now? Did Mr.Min start refusing your service or did he realize your too stupid for his taste?” One of Namjoon’s friends taunted you from behind. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes but you were quickly saved as Yoongi passed by with the test in his hand and slammed it on the males desk, giving him a firm glare and a quick ‘shut your fucking mouth’.

You looked at the paper, it was as if you couldn’t think or see straight no matter how hard you tried. You couldn’t think of anything as an answer so you glanced around, from the corner of your eye you could see Namjoon glance at your paper, you’d think he’s concerned but from your past experiences all you could assume was that he was mocking you, and you give up. You give him what he wants.

Writing your name at the top and a quick ‘I’m sorry’ at the top you gathered your things in a hurry and raced down the wooden classroom steps, setting your paper on Yoongi’s desk your eyes met as he pleaded silently for you to stay and explain what was going on. But with a shake of your head you walk out the door, all eyes on you then on Yoongi as he sighs and grabs you paper, crumpling the edges slightly.

“Y/n 0%”

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Yoongi wasn’t sure about what to do, you were his best friend, only friend at that. But ever since Namjoon started his bullying shit you became, different. More isolated, quiet, and now you were wearing no color whatsoever. And if that’s not a cry for help then he doesn’t know what is. Looking down at your test paper he sighs as he stares at the blank sheet, nothing but a small messily scribbled ‘I’m sorry’ written at the top.

To be completely honest he wanted to beat the living shit out of Namjoon and his friends for making you feel like this, for taking away his sunshine. He was even more nervous at how Jimin and Jin were going to react, considering the two are much more touchy and emotional towards you, compared to himself. Setting your paper down he looks up slowly, eyes burning with their dark rage as he meets the apologetic eyes oh Kim Namjoon.

“Mr.Kim you will be meeting me after class.

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Jimin was unaware of the current situation at hand, considering he was double majoring in dance and Chemistry. An odd mix but he loved the two subjects so no one stopped him, and that’s what he absolutely loved about you. How the moment he told you his majors (slightly afraid that you were going to make fun of him like the others) your eyes lit up with amazement as you questioned him.

‘So are you gonna be a chemist by day and a dancer by night? Oh my god that’s so fucking cool!’

You were supportive of him no matter what he did and he adored you for that, the happiness that you carried with yourself was addictive to him as he was a worry wart. But being around your carefree sunshine was enough to have him ready to marry in a week.

Jin was somewhat the same, he met you as you had stumbled into the culinary room asking if anyone knew how to make a ‘good ass cup of coffee’ and suddenly requested him by name. You barged right in, ignoring the teachers threats and continued to give him a slightly detailed order of what he soon learned was Mr. Min Yoongi’s favorite drink.

But he wasn’t taking any of your shit saying ‘do you really think that I’m some little coffee boy you can boss around?’ normally if a girl was put on the spot by Jin he would be relived of their presence soon after but instead you laughed, you fucking laughed at him and said ‘oh Mr. Kim Seokjin if you were just some coffee boy I wouldn’t have come to you for help. Plus you are way too handsome to be just a coffee boy.’

He warmed up to you slowly, it took a few weeks before he slowly accepted your friendship, it also took a few lunch trips to your expense but you were happy with it nonetheless. And soon after a switch flipped in Jin and you became his little babygirl, nothing was allowed to harm you and the happiness you brought into his life. In fact the two of you had a knock for sharing clothes and accessories with each other so you brightened up his life in more than one way and he wouldn’t be able to imagine a life without you.

But as Jimin and Jin walked down the hall, laughing like no one could stop them (A trait they both learned from you) They never saw your huddled body walk towards them as you were normally a circus and a half wherever you went. Your shoulder hit Jimin’s roughly and he quickly turned around to apologize and continued walking, never realizing it was truly you.

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Yoongi’s eyes bore holes into Namjoons as he shifted uncomfortably under the gaze of your three best friends, of course the other two were confused as to what was truly going on as they had just walked into the room but nonetheless were staring at Namjoon as if he had done something wrong.

“What’s going on?” Jin asked Yoongi, trying to judge just what exactly Kim Namjoon could have possibly done for the man to be so livid.

“You’ll see” Yoongi spoke harshly while glaring daggers still.

The sound of the door closing signaled for the men to all look over with joyful faces as they knew you entered the room. But the deafening sound of Jimin’s texts books hitting the ground was all anyone would hear as your colorless body walking into the lecture hall, hood pulled up over your head and you eyes facing the floor.

“Y-Y/n” Jimin whispered gently, almost in disbelief that this was truly you standing before him, this person dressed in black and grey was truly his sunshine.

“Y/n what happened?” Jin gasped as he quickly ran over and grabbed your pale and tired face in his hands, the black bags under your eyes were more prominent than he saw the other day.

“Y/n please listen to me.” Namjoon quickly turned towards you.

“No Namjoon, it’s okay, I get it now. I really am stupid and insignificant, I’m an idiot for being best friends with my majoring teacher and I’m sorry for insulting you. I resign as student tutor and I’ll see you all on monday, have a good weekend Mr.Min.” You voice was small, smaller than you wanted it to be but as you uttered Yoongi’s title a clear sound of heartbreak was heard through out the room. Turning around you took one final glance at the boys who were your friends and your nemesis who you hoped could maybe, just a small sliver of a maybe be something more.

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Walking into Chemistry class on monday you wore all black once again, slowly setting your books and items on the desk and seat next to you. Ignoring the watchful eye of Jimin as he was clearly trying not to cry with how you were acting.

“Morning Jimin.”

“Morning Y/n.”

Those were the only words said from your mouth the entire class.

When the clock hit 11:00AM you briskly opened the door to Yoongi’s classroom, passing his desk in a rush as you had no coffee, no greeting, nothing to give to the heartbroken male as he watched you pass his desk with a hint of tears lining his sorrowful eyes. Studently slowly began to rush into the classroom, filling it within minutes. Which means the seat next to you was definitely taken from the man who started this all.

You looked at Namjoon from his side profile, his jaw was clenched as he chewed on the inside of his cheek in frustration.

“Hey look Y/n you seem kinda down is Mr. Mi-”

“If you don’t fucking shut up I swear to god I’ll beat the shit out of you.” Namjoon snapped at the male behind you, then moved his chair close to yours and slowly slid off his red rain coat and draped it over your shoulders and placed the hood over your face, shielding you from the world.

The class continued with Namjoon glancing at your nonmoving body underneath his red jacket, confusion was written on his face as you took no notes but still seemed to understand what’s going on. He slowly slid your notebook to his side of the table and began to flip through, eyes widening upon realization.

“Mr.Kim can you please open Miss Y/n’s notebook to page 57, her notes are what the class note-takers are made from as she took the previous summer to learn this years material.” Yoongi asked Namjoon but also subtly informed the class about what was truly going on.

“You mean the class note-takers are her notes? They always help me so much!”

“No wonder she can skip she already learned all of this!”

Yoongi looked over towards Namjoon and smirked before nodding his head and continuing with the lesson.

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“Y/n you have to let us in” Jimins nearly crying voice pleaded on the other side of your door.

“Come on sunshine just let us in before I break this door down.” Yoongi casually threatened.

You groaned loudly, wrapping yourself in the softest blanket you could find and made your way towards the door, sliding it open just a tad bit, enough to tell them to go away. But also enough for Jin to cram his fingers through and slam your door open, nearly hitting your head in the process and allowing a Jimin to fling himself on you like you were rose to a floating piece of wood.

“Jimin get off of her we need to post up real quick.” Yoongi looked at you with a soft glare as he neared you. He gently grabbed your face in his large hands and chuckled, “If you ever thought you could get rid of me that easily, you’re wrong Y/n.”

Unexpectedly he pulled you into a hug, but nothing was like a Yoongi hug as he truly knew how to hold onto someone like they meant the world to him. His arms laced around your back and up into your hair, cradling your body against his as the two of you were comfortable in each other presence.

“Y/n I know we all just made up but we also need you to promise not to tear out heads off and feed it to Jin’s Sugar gliders.” Jimin asked, knowing you are the softest for him and would usually say yes.

“Am I too late?”

You body froze.

You lungs were restricting your ability to breathe as that damned voice hit your ears.

“Y/n.....can we....talk?” You turned around slowly, scared that he was all of a sudden going to pounce and worsen your condition. But so far he seemed safe, plus the boys brought him over so maybe it was safe?

You nodded slowly and followed him outside your apartment and into the frigid night as it was getting colder as fall was around the corner. Tightening your grip you wrapped the blanket closer to your body and unconsciously huddled closer to Namjoon for warmth, to which he gladly accepted and slung an arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his chest.

It was unfamiliar and scary, being wrapped in the arms of the enemy who smelled too much like the bath and body work candles that you loved so much. It was like having a snake wrapped around your neck and expecting it not to bite.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I’m so sorry for everything I did, for everything I started. You never deserved any of that when you did nothing wrong in the first place. And this isn’t an excuse for what I did because nothing could explain that but I was just so afraid of you. I’ve never met someone who was as smart as me but so much more kind and radiating with happiness, I was jealous and angry that so many people liked you that I tried to find any way to tear you down and by god I regret doing that.” He tightened his grip around you and slowly began rocking back and forth, burying his nose into your hair as he continued to talk.

“Please Y/n I can’t stand seeing you like this, knowing that I killed a light that so many people loved and admired is tearing me apart so please, whatever I can do to help I will. Just please find your light again.”

You breathed in slowly, taking in his intoxicating smell before you pulled away and pulled his arms off of you. His eyes were clouded with hurt and guilt at your actions, knowing he took it past the point of no return and it was all his fault. But when you grabbed his hand and mused a small smile he felt as if his heart was bursting into millions of little pieces.

“Friends?” You tilted your head and gave him a toothy grin.

“Friends.”

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The next few weeks in class were interesting to say the least, Yoongi had once again been restored to his rightful pedestal of best friend forever. While Jin and Jimin were keeping a close eye on how Namjoon was around you, passing their test with flying colors as he confronted the class on what happened and of course as 11 AM philosophy students everyone just looked at him and gave a quick ‘okay cool now can one of you guys explain this to me please’.

But as the weeks went on a little rift had become a large rip between yours and Namjoon’s relationship. Where he had been eating lunch everyday with the 4 of you at break and taking you home, even hanging out for a few hours to watch movies and play games. Now have turned into him taking you home and quickly running off before you could even mutter a thanks towards the lanky boy. He also began to be more secluded during break and talked only with Yoongi then would run off as the bell sounded.

It was a peculiar rainy day, nothing seemed to start it off on the wrong foot. Yoongi canceled class under the excuse of “My alarm didn’t go off, oops.” A direct from the email you received a half an hour before his class started. Because he was your only class for the day you were now free to do whatever you liked, which was rare on a day like this. You slowly sipped your coffee as you sat in the large windowsill placed in your living room a perfect place for relaxation on a day like this.

Just as the warm cup touched your lips a deafening knock was banging against your door. Rolling your eyes and you knew who it was and not too happy that he had been avoiding you for the past two weeks,but you’ll humor him. Walking over to the door you fling it open to be met with an oddly familiar sight of Namjoon standing at your door, soaking wet from the rain as his hair is plastered against his forehead. His red rain jacket was keeping his clothes dry for the most part but his face was absolutely drenched.

“Unblock me Y/n.” He whispered with a small smile on his face.

“What are you talking about Namjoon.” You couldn’t help but smile and shake your head.

He stepped up closer to you, closing the distance between your two bodies drastically, as he slowly slid his right hand down your arm until his fingers were laced between your own.

“That night, when you blocked me.”

“Yes I remember that night Joon.” His nickname slid of your tongue like smooth honey which cause him grin giddily. He gently pulled your body to follow his as he stepped outside into the rain, immediately the cold droplets began to hit your face as you looked up at the man before you. If you were the grinch your heart would have grown twice the size of your body just by the look of adoration he was giving you.

“I wasn’t angry at you, I was angry that I couldn’t do this. I love you Y/n, from the first time I saw you in your black crocs and shirt with Jin hyung on it I’ve loved you.”

Slowly Namjoon lowered his face towards yours, looking into your eyes just before we both unconsciously closed them as his plump lips met yours for but a second. He pulled back, staring at each other for just a second more as the memory burned into our brains. He quickly dropped his head and fully pressed his lips against yours, latching your top between his two. His hand gently slid up the side of your arm and laced itself through your hair and onto the back of your head as he pressed our heads closer together, closing any distance between out body that could possibly be there.

With a sudden lack of air we both pulled away, lips red and pump as we gasped for breath. Namjoon gently rested his forehead against yours, a blissful sweet smile graced the two of our faces before he swooped in for another quick kiss then wrapped his arms around your body and rocked back and forth as the two of you stood in the rain.

“Will you be mine Y/n?”

“Yes. but you ever insult my crocs and were splitting.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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jekjekmalupet29 · 8 months

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My Long Distance Bicycle Trip of Tagaytay city and Batangas

John F. Kennedy once said "Nothing compares to the simple pleasure of riding a bike.". Cycling or Bike riding is one of the most fun outdoor activities. It is the perfect "me-time" and can also be one of the best bonding experience with your friends of family. For me, cycling is my escape to reality whenever life is frustrating. In this post, I'm going to share one of my most memorable bicycle ride. This happened during my 8th grade on November 9, 2019.

Ride-Out

I woke up at 4 am and had a breakfast of pandesal and 1 cup of milk. Me and my brother left our house at 5:30 am and waited for our friends in our meet-up place 7-eleven Paliparan II. At 6:15 am, our friends have arrived and we left for Silang, Cavite. I'm not feeling well during in the early stages of this ride because I wasn't able to sleep. Whenever I feel excited about something I can't sleep but that excitement pushed me and boosted me during the whole trip. We're from Dasmariñas, Cavite and Silang is just about 30-40 mins away from us but since our pace is for "chill ride" it took us 35 mins to get there.

First Stop:

Silang, Cavite

At about 7 am , we stopped for a while at the statue of General Vito Belarmino to take a picture and also to rest for a bit at a nearby 7-eleven. 7-eleven branches are very important to cyclists. This is where we refresh ourselves whenever it's getting tiresome and needed a break. Whether it's drinking sports drinks like Gatorade and taking booster drinks or eating chocolates to replenish our energy. After about 15 minutes of break time, we left.

The Climb

It was around 7:10 am when we enter the most thrilling section of the trip. Silang is approximately 12 km away from Tagaytay City. When you enter Silang, you should be ready since this is where the real fun and challenge begins. It's nothing but an uphill. You will encounter many intense steep climb on your way to Tagaytay. This place will make you feel weak and tired. It will make you rethink about the decisions you have made in your life and why did you even dare to go there at the first place. It can also be exciting and thrilling if you're that type of person like me who enjoy challenges. I really love the climbing sections of long rides even though it's the most trouble-some for others since it challenges you to give your best and when you finally finished climbing it feels very worth it. It was very intense along with the fact I was sleepless. It left my heart beating very fast. After about an hour of steep climbs and uphills that feels like an eternity we finally saw the "Welcome to Tagaytay" arch which means we're near our second stop over, Tagaytay Rotunda.

2nd Stop:

Tagaytay, Cavite

We arrived at Tagaytay, Cavite at about 8:20 am. Again, we stopped at a nearby 7-eleven to rest and refresh. I can't express it in words how magnificent Tagaytay City especially getting there via bicycle. It is one of the most visited locations by cyclist for a reason. Once we arrived there it was quite relaxing looking back at the uphills we went through and enjoying the view of Taal Volcano and nearby places. It's the beauty of cycling. It thought me that every uphill is worth it and rewarding just like in life.

Unfortunately some of the pictures we took during this trip were deleted however those precious memories were still embedded in my heart. After about 20 minutes of rest we went for Batangas. Our next stop over was approximately 10 km away from Rotunda but it's not that challenging compared to Silang because most of the steep climbs of this trip are from Silang. It took us about 40 minutes to get there.

Welcome to Batangas

We arrived here at 9:30 am. We stopped to take a picture and have a buko juice break. At this point, I'm feeling very nervous since the last time I was here I was completely overwhelmed. Two months prior to this, Me and my brother, along with his friends also went here. Out of all my experiences as a cyclist, I can say that it's probably the most difficult cycling I've ever had. That's why this trip is very important to me because it's a chance to redeem myself and test the results of my two months of training. After that short break, we left for our main destination. It was a breeze downhill. Although, there is still some parts where it may be a downhill but if feels like a climb. After 20 mins of steady downhill, we finally reached our destination.

Fantasy World

We finally arrived at our main destination, Fantasy World at Laurel, Batangas. I felt very ecstatic. Sure, it was very tiring to get here but I'm finally here. I remember the last time I was here, it made me felt hopeless and tired but this time it's the opposite. Looking at the beautiful castle of the unfinished theme park is very fulfilling and relaxing. It really made me love cycling and life as a whole.

Going Home

We ate lomi Batangas from a nearby restaurant and it was the best lomi I've ever had. After eating and resting for 45 minutes, we finally decided to leave and go home. Even though I should have been tired at that point, for some reason, I feel energized more than ever. It was the most awaited part for me because as I said earlier the last time I climbed back from Batangas to Tagaytay was a frustrating experience. During that time we went farther and reached Taal Basilica and we also didn't anticipate that it would be that difficult but this time I know what to expect. As expected it was very challenging and steep but that excitement and drive pushed me and I did better than last time where I literally cried and wanted to use the "pinagbabawal na technique" for cyclists which is to commute instead of riding out bike. It may have been an almost an hour of steep climbs and uphills but it didn't bother me. After about 50 minutes we stopped for our last stop, which is the Twin Lakes Hotel and of course we went at to a nearby 7-eleven again and admire the fascinating view of Taal and Tagaytay.

At around 12:30 we continue our ride back to home. It was almost downhill during the whole trip. For every uphill we climbed earlier was a downhill for us to enjoy. I think we arrived at home around 2:10. Let's always remember that in cycling, pain is temporary but the memories and sense of pride we experience from such accomplishments are forever.

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karenemilne · 5 years

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The First Weight Gain

It was always going to happen. I knew I wouldn’t be able to lose weight every week for the rest of my life (as wonderful as that would be) but stepping on those scales and seeing a gain was shit. Inevitable after how much I’ve eaten this week, but still shit. Don’t get me wrong, it was only half a pound but it was still a step in a direction I didn’t want to go. I worried that when my first gain happened I’d go into some weird gym/psychological defeatist meltdown but thankfully that didn’t happen! I’m not down about putting on half a pound this week because if I’m honest, I deserved it. I’ve been less strict with working out and I’ve eaten and drank a lot more than usual. What is annoying me is I’m away this week and fully intend on enjoying myself (2 bottles of prosecco and a crate of cider in my handbag for the train kind of enjoying myself) so I know that I’ll gain weight next week too. But heyho, I guess life is too short to not enjoy breaks away and time off from being strict with myself! Currently on a train to London with Ross (who is fast asleep as always) so this will just be a wee short one! This weeks gym/eating schedule was: Sunday- no exercise and I demolished a takeaway! I hadn’t actually had a takeaway in weeks (used to have at least one a week) and it was so worth it at the time, although did make me feel incredibly ill the next day. Monday- gym session. 20 mins on stair master, 10 mins intervals on the cross trainer, 10 mins cycle, 10 mins walking up steep hill on treadmill, abs circuit. Everything was going well on Monday until I found a bag full of different sweets that Ross had bought and tried to hide from me (he hid them on a chair that I have to use to reach the top of my cupboard- schoolboy error). I think it’s safe to say I have ZERO willpower. As soon as I knew there were sweets in the vicinity I HAD to have some (and by some I mean a lot). The only saving grace was I didn’t like the type of cookies he’d bought, or else I’d probably have tanned them too!! Tuesday- busy day back in work. Couldn’t be bothered heading to the gym so just did a HIIT workout in the house followed by an abs circuit. Wednesday- gym session. 10 mins cross trainer intervals, 10 x 20s sprints, 5 min walk on the stairs. I really struggled this day- just felt completely done in. At night we went to the caravan with the flockies and I had prosecco, gin and more sweets. Thursday- gym session. 10 mins cross, 10 mins fan bike, 10 mins fast walk up hills, 1000m rowing (broken into 4 x 250m all out with a 30 second rest in the middle). Friday- I weighed myself this morning as I knew after a full day of drinking my weight would go up (god knows what weight I’d be today- probs put that 10.5lbs loss back on...). Drank copious amounts of alcohol at The Wilkie’s Wedding (congrats again guys!! Such a good day and I’m sure reading this will be top priority as newly weds...)! Ate and drank a lot and didn’t feel guilty! What I did like though was for the first time in ages I felt really nice. I remember going to a wedding exactly this time last year and having a full blown crying meltdown because I felt fat and horrible. It was nice to not have that breakdown this year! Saturday- went bridesmaid dress shopping for Downs! (27 dresses is my life). Had more prosecco and went out for food. Also got a Candy King last night (I really have gone off the rails!!!!) So yeah, not the healthiest week I’ve ever had and I feel like the weight gain is justified! Haven’t planned any meals this week as I’m in London until Tuesday late night and to be quite honest, whilst I’m on holiday I just want to enjoy myself and not worry about my weight. I feel like next weeks blog title will probably be ‘I took it too far’ or ‘gained 10lbs’ but at least I’ll have enjoyed myself... Have a great week everyone! Thanks as always for reading! Pray the weight gain next week isn’t humongous!!! X

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foreverhauntingme · 6 years

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BTS LY 10/3 GA EXPERIENCE

I was in the GA for the October 3rd BTS Love Yourself Tour in Chicago at the United Center and I want to document my experience not only for myself, but because I want to help other people who are debating about possibly doing GA in the future. If you don’t want details, Skip to the very end…

Let me start by saying that if you ever get the chance to do it you seriously SHOULD. What I’m about to talk about sounds like a lot and there were dozens of moments I thought “what did we do?!?!?” but I have to say, the moment a member is 7 feet in front of you NOTHING ELSE MATTERS! Not recording. Not how much your feet hurt. Not the ARMY BOMB by you ear. NOTHING. It’s incredible. So now that I have that out of the way let me tell you about my experience.

I was 10000% lucky and I managed to get 5 GA tickets on May 5, the day they came out, within 10 minutes of the sale starting. My mom’s iPad saved my life where 5 laptops could not. I’d never bought tickets before so I was nervous as hell and was on my phone with my friend, http://dingdangdiggity.tumblr.com/, starting 2 hours before hand and I NEVER let the screens go dark. It was tense and the fact I got it never registered until a month later.

Oct 2, Britt and her sister, Val ( http://missvalerieann5.tumblr.com/ ) came up and spent the night since I’m not far from Chicago and they are. Oct 3, we were up at 4. I am not a Chicago driver and I wanted to beat traffic and I mean, GA line am I right??? So friend number 3, Jax https://average-jax.tumblr.com/ , comes over because she lives near me and we head up, stopping on the way to pick up our newest edition to the friendship, Megan https://warmyoon.tumblr.com/ and we are off.

Now parking was supposed to be weird. Rumor was lots opened at 10 and we were getting there at 7:30 so the day before I used Spothero to get a spot in a garage 15 mins from the UC. I had planned to move the car to a closer lot when it opened but chose instead to extend the time where it was from 6pm-12am for another $5 so in the end parking was a 15 min walk down the street for $20 instead of the $25-29 they were charging at the venue. Plus it was going around lot C would open at 8am and other would open at 5pm and like no I was not fucking around with that.

So we did end up in the merch line on accident before we realized GA was on the other side of the building. Even with wasting a half hour though, it wasn’t a hug issue since we saw people who passed us in merch were only like 2 people ahead of us when we got in GA. Now here’s the thing with GA. People camp out. In this case, they started camping Friday for Tuesday’s concert as well as Wednesday. Some of them did both concerts some just did one. Either way, people were annoyed. The venue said they would honor the unofficial line, since official started at 10 am on D-day, if everyone was organized. So they handed out unofficial bands with numbers until they could get the official ones. Let’s just say after waking up at 4am, I didn’t give a single shit where I was in line and it was like 8 am and I had to pee so fucking bad. So Jax, Britt and I walked the length of the line towards the building because rumor on Twitter was security was letting us use the bathrooms inside. Holy. Shit. The tension was insane. These people were so pissed like we got GLARED AT for walking towards the front. I got pissed back and started screaming “I don’t give a shit about your line, I have to fucking pee!” and “I stopped caring about you’re line when I woke up at 4, I have to piss!” I guess some crazy bitch tried yelling at us. Whatever. It was hell up there. People were yelling about not bothering with the numbers since it was’t official and others were all about those numbers. I was happy to be in the back. But yeah, we got to pee and return to the back with the horror stories about the crabby pre-campers.

Val had guessed being 804 which was funny cuz we got #799-803. Rule was be back in order at 4 pm, doors opened at 5:30 and concert at 8. So we had agreed to run straight to the LG experience thing. We wanted to do the thing where the screen shows your bias like they’re next to you so bad, but for Chicago it was a raffle. You either reached in and got the pink ball to do that, a yellow ball to record a message for BTS or a blue ball where you got NOTHING. Rumor is LA let everyone do the picture. So that pissed me off. Other than that, it was still cool to take pics with the cut outs. We checked out merch and saw the line wasn’t terrible so we tried it and yeah a lot was sold out, but it went by so quick compared to the Wings tour in Rosemont. The whole C lot was set up for merch, LG, dancing, and pictures so it felt like a convention and it was really nice.

My biggest advice apart from BRING MONEY is HAVE WATER and make sure you HAVE FOOD. Snacks. Sandwiches. Anything. We had chips and water bottles and decided to walk down 15 mins to the Mcdonalds, which sucked cuz it was 85 degrees and sunny, and when we came back we went right back to where we’d been that morning so it would be quicker to get organized…which was a cluster fuck. Everyone was tired. It was now 5 pm but listen, second biggest advice is DON’T BE A DICK! Seriously. Security wanted single file order and they delayed letting us in because people would rather bitch with the fans trying to help. Rule of thumb, if you’re number 1400, don’t bother standing where the 300s go. Security wanted us in order and they fucking MADE SURE we were so it was pointless to refuse to move to the back cuz you had to wait anyway. So when someone is trying to put 600s here and 700s here and 800s move back, don’t bitch about it. Just fucking do it.

Now this is what you really want to know. Number 800, how close was I. Pretty. Fucking. Close. So the stage has the main stage, a jut out in the middle and then another lengthy stage (you know what I mean). We were off to stage left, audience right at like………if you’re on the farthest jut out in the center, we were on your 9 0’clock. Now I am 5’4” so when they performed songs on the main stage, I couldn’t see shit without being on my tip toes or looking at my camera or the screen. So that did suck. I wish we’d been closer. We were about 5 rows back from the barricade and below will be pics to show you my views. But like…I was 5 feet from every single member at one point. They could see me. They are so fucking handsome. It made the entire experience worth it. Seriously. even with 1400+ people in the pit, it was fantastic. I probably won’t do it again for money, time and stress sake unless a ticket fell into my lap, but it was a wonder thing to do and I suggest it for sure.

Now that you’ve read it all here are my tips for any GA goers:

Get their early if you want first dibs but remember that you’ll still be closer to them than you have ever been before and that once it starts and they move around, you will be shifting constantly throughout the night.

Scout out the area before hand whether you go there and drive around or check it out on Google Maps. Know what kind of food and stores are around and how far of a walk it is.

BRING WATER!!!!! You will need it all day so you don’t faint. I took in an empty bottle and filled it in the bathroom before the show. Not all venues will let you but better to throw away an empty bottle later than to go in and realize you could have had it.

PORTABLE CHARGERS!!!!!!!! Make sure your phone has space and enough charge for the whole day and night without an outlet. We charged ours at MCDonalds. Mine got to 33% by the end and had storage issues so I couldn’t record the end. Everyone else’s died.

Bring FOOD! Anything will do as long as you snack. I don’t eat during events like this but I make myself just in case.

If it’s hot and sunny, bring a cheap umbrella to block the sun and catch any breeze. It was 85 F during the day.

If it’s cold, bring a cheap blanket. It was only 60 F when we got there.

HAVE FUN! Be comfy! Make friends. Ask about biases. Remember there are people there with legit tents. Bring whatever you want as long as you can either throw it away, keep hold of it, or have someone get it for you to take home.

The line goes up and around the corner all the way to the building

So yeah hard to see when they were back there

Joon was by us a lot

Hobi was by us the most

Jimin was apparently checking on a fan who was about to faint.

I didn’t get a lot of Tae, Jin, or Kook but Hobi and Joon were on our side a lot and Jimin and Yoongi bounced around. But yeah...that was my experience.

Any questions? EDIT: Britt just did this to her’s and I forgot but I put blood, sweat and tears into this pictures so you BETTER CREDIT ME if you share them.

#BTS #bangtan #GA #united center #love yourself tour #my experience #GA advice #october 3rd #Chicago date 2

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Halloween Horror Nights 2018

So since tonight, I actually completed all 10 houses, I thought I’d go through and talk about them, rate them cause HHN is part of me dammit...anyways keep reading...

1. STRANGER THINGS

Not particularly a scary house but I don’t think it really needs to be. They took some pretty relevant sequences from the show and included them in the walk through and that’s always good. The set was decent, I just wish there was more of the Upsidedown- which is the craziest part of Stranger Things in the first place. But not bad, Universal- not bad. 3.5/5

2. HALLOWEEN 4

I have to say, HHN never disappoints when it comes to the Michael Myers franchise. This is the third time they’re doing a Halloween house. They did a Halloween original a few years back, Halloween II last year and now we have this. For those of you wondering about part III, google it and you’ll see exactly why Universal was smart enough to not rock that boat.

I was quite impressed with this. People aren’t probably too familiar with this one, but they really got all of the most important parts in here. The end was impeccable and Michael isn’t the only one we have to keep an eye out for. Loved it! 5/5

3. SCARY TALES: DEADLY EVER AFTER

So this is one of the originals this year. Pretty cool concept of the fairy tales we know growing up, except now they’re all either dead or doing the killing. You’ll see Humpdy Dumpty , you’ll see the Three Little Pigs (they aren’t so little and it’s was my favorite part).

It’s not the most jaw-dropping house and I wouldn’t wait longer than 30 min to see it but it’s a solid original idea. 3.5/5

4. CARNIVAL GRAVEYARD: RUST IN PIECES

I will start this off by saying that I’m OVER clown and carnival themes for HHN. It’s one of the themes that they have used and abused for sure. Putting that aside, I actually liked this house. I felt like they took every Jack and Chance idea and threw it all in here and added some fences and items connected to string so someone can clack them together from above.

Good house, but hopefully they’ll give the whole circus/carnival/clown nightmare- a break. 3/5

5. POLTERGEIST

So I wasn’t looking forward to this one at all. I don’t think any of the films are scary of the slightest and I couldn’t wrap my head around how they were going to make a house on this. I was shocked you guys. They really proved me wrong with this one.

I like this house more than the actual movies. Had a few good scares and really used the few creepy aspects that the movie does have, to their advantage. Impressive house. 4/5

6. SLAUGHTER SINEMA

Hands down, my favorite house this year. I’m such a huge fan of 80’s B horror movies and this house pretty much mocks them. Before you go in, there is a projector playing all these trailers to different B horrors and it’s exactly what you’re going to see in the house.

The scares were good, every single part of the set was perfection and the whole entire concept was so fuckin good. Yet again, an original is my favorite, just like last years awesome original, Scarecrow. 5/5

7. SEEDS OF EXTINCTION

Another original and I have to say it’s my least favorite one at that. It’s not a bad house by any means, the concept reminds me of the house “Doom” they released a few years back- about the end of the world and the apocalypse that comes after.

There were a few times they got me. The monsters are disguised in really cool plant like costumes or in these mesh looking things. Wouldn’t wait longer than 20 mins for this though. 3/5

8. TRICK R TREAT

This house is definitely my runner up. It’s my favorite horror movie so I was excited but also critical with this one. I have to say, HHN did an extraordinary job on the set. If you haven’t seen this film, first of all- get on it. Second of all, you’ll know it’s not really scary as it is just fuckin cool. It’s like the adult version of Halloweentown.

So this one isn’t intended to really be scary but they did get me a few times. This house is so good and they really had a knack this year for the details from the film. Excellent house y’all. 5/5

9. BLUMHOUSE

Okay. Speaking of played out shit, I’m also done with The Purge. This is yet the 3rd time I feel like I’m seeing the same exact stuff. I’m over it. HHN makes too much money to have shit on repeat as much as they do. Getting that out of the way, I was happy they used Happy Death Day, because I loved that movie.

It was never going to be scary, but I thought it was a good addition. But they put that first and The Purge as the exit sequence and I wish they would’ve switched them around. For me, this is the worst house out of all 10. If they would’ve kept it strictly HDD, then maybe it wouldn’t have been forgettable. I’m hoping this will be the last of The Purge for a while. 2/5

10. DEAD EXPOSURE: PATIENT ZERO

This house was badass. If you don’t like strobe lights, then this house is NOT FOR YOU. There’s a lot going on in this one and let me tell you, out of all the houses, this one actually made me jump.

The execution was on point and the monsters surprised me because I had no expedition. It’s worth the wait for sure! 4.5/5

SCARE ZONES

1. REVENGE OF CHUCKY 3.5/5

2. THE HARVEST 2.5/5

3. KILLER KLOWNS FROM OUTER SPACE 4.5/5

4. TWISTED TRADITION 5/5

5. VAMP 85: NEW YEARS EVE 3.5/5

#hhn18 #halloween horror nights #hhn #halloween #trick r treat

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canna-base · 6 years

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Honest Review of the Pax 3 Handheld Portable Vaporizer by a Chronic Pain Patient

As a fairly recent convert to MMJ, it took me almost a year to lose my love affair with rolling a blunt and suffering the noxious smoke to medicate. Trying to subtly partake of much needed sweet leaf relief was a chore, dodging into the alley next to my home and trying to avoid the gaze of curious kids was proving stressful. It was more the image of their dad smoking than the substance itself, of giving them a bad mental image that allowed them to “smoke” was not good parenting. Plus I don’t want to feel like taking herbal medication is something to be ashamed of.

But a whole 12 months past before I got together the resources (saved!) to afford a decent pocket vape. My requirements were;

Discreet

Easy to use

Didn’t look too “druggy”

Did the job efficiently

Had accurate temperature control

I used to be a cigarette smoker, many moons ago but having never ‘vaped’ I was not sure what to expect. I knew the device had to heat the dry herb to hit the off button on my considerable knee pain and I knew that three light-ish puffs on a ‘joint’ got the job done, albeit with that smokey aftertaste, aroma and fear that a neighbour may smell the err, medication.

So I did some research and decided that a Pax 3 was the ticket, I almost purchased an entry level eBay special but figured that £80+ could be totally wasted (ha!) and I should go with a reputable brand. After reviewing our various recommendations I went and bought a Pax 3 from a local supplier.

Shopping For a Dry Herb Vaporizer

Evapo is a vape shop in Guildford mostly given over to liquid non-MMJ vape-ware, vaporisers, liquids and accessories but there was one cabinet market “CBD” which, given this is the UK, was a subtle clue as to what the cabinet held. The choice was limited to a Pax 2 or a Pax 3. Given that I am an inveterate tech-head I opted for the app controlled Pax 3.

The salesman was a cheerful upbeat sort who talked discreetly but knowledgeably of the features/benefits and what a dry herb vaporizer did. Plus, Evapo had a 15% off deal that weekend which reduced the ticket price from £219.99 to £186.99. Seemed a bit steep for a first time vape purchase, I mean, what if I didn’t like it? What if I didn’t get the relief I am seeking? Hey ho, figured in the name of research it was worth the spend. Five minutes later I exited the proud owner of one spanking brand new Pax 3, and instructions on how to pair it up with the app, more on that in a moment.

Unboxing the Pax 3 Herb Vape

When I got home I opened the box, which is as stylish as the Pax 3 itself, very Apple design led. You slide the box out a sleeve, and it opens with a satisfying resistance provided by hidden magnets. I can see why they get the price they charge.

It contains charger & USB charge cable, cleaning materials (pipe cleaners and pipe brush), a keyring that doubles up as a scraper, an oven like compartment with a holder for concentrates and waxes, a second half-charge oven lid, raised silicon mouthpiece and a stitched material sleeve and of course the device itself. The enclosed documentation is quite slim on any actual operating instructions, but does give you the limited instructions in many different languages. Plus a safety booklet, again, bereft of any instructions but telling you of the many dangers a device like this can inflict.

Once released from its plastic coffin the device is pleasingly heavy in the hand. The heft gives it a solidity, again the comparison to Apple cannot be overstated. It’s solidly built up to a standard not down to a price.

I choose a matt black finish and thus with one click on the top of the mouthpiece, the LEDs stood out like runway landing lights. I set up the device to charge, it already had 3 of the 4 lights lit, and within 20 minutes the remaining light blinked on and we were good to go.

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Pairing the Pax 3 With The App

By the time the charge had finished I was ready to pair the Android version of the app with the device and had gotten to the point where you shake it to pair it. Try as I might my Google Pixel 2 XL running Android Pie (9.0) was just not having any of it, tried different settings on the phone and despite the phone stating it was paired, the app itself refused to play ball. I am guessing this is a Android Pie bug, maybe? I had only installed Pie on the phone a few days earlier so I am guessing app bugs are a distinct possibility. Many of the reviews however also noted pairing difficulties, so perhaps not? Later I downloaded the iPhone iOS app onto my iPad and that not only paired without trouble it also controlled the device well.

First Use and Impressions

Anyway, to the first trial, my ‘herb’ was ground and packed into the oven chamber, it took a relatively little amount, I would say half a single skin joint. I thought this seemed like a very minor amount given that the device allowed for several hits on one fill, but I went along with it. Within a couple of minutes I was ready to go, with a fully charged Pax 3 that was now also fully charged with bud I hesitantly hit the ‘on’ button. The device heats quickly 20 – 30 seconds and the flashing purple LEDs turned green notifying me that the Pax 3 was ready to dose me.

I’d opted for the highest heat setting, I just felt that if I was going to try it then I should really give the Pax 3 a run for its money. I took a tentative first pull. The taste was not what I expected, a floral, greenery taste with a slightly timber smoke edge to it, not burning but that kind of smell you get in a wood on a hot day. I guess that’s the oils and the waxes boiling off their terpenes which give the bud its flavour profile. As the flavour died back and I exhaled it suddenly gave me a taste of coffee grinds, not full on coffee in your mouth but that half smell of roasting you get as you walk past a coffee house.

Very pleasant, very smooth and much nicer than a pull on a ‘Fatty-Boom-Batty’. The specific stock I was smoking is not overpoweringly strong, but does do the job for my pain. As an example I can take a single pull on a one-skinner and have it hit the off button on my knee pain for a couple of hours but leave me focused enough to answer calls, write code and function without the distraction of grinding bone on bone action. I took a second tentative pull, and then thought, screw it, and took two much longer, deeper pulls.

The Pax 3 vs Knee Pain

It was Saturday night and I was feeling like kicking back a bit so wasn’t concerned if I overshot the runway when it came to switching off the red flashing pain klaxon. As per usual the hits took time to kick in, with my usual method of ingestion it takes around 10 minutes for the meds to make their way into my brain and do what it does. Oh-so much better than the mechanised approach that codeine seems to take. Wrapping everything in cling film and preventing you from feeling pretty much anything but the ‘ready break’ glow (US readers Google it, you’ll see how accurate that actually is) that Codeine gives you.

I usually then go make a cuppa, and settle into the sofa with my better half and wait for the pain to roll back and relief to roll in. Well, the Pax 3 definitely delivers, I was starting to feel the effects inside the ten minutes, and all was good. Everything suddenly felt very good with the world, in a way that pain seems to rob you of. Pain adds jagged pixelations to your every move, thought and sensation. It’s like you’re dealing with low resolution images and trying to pass them as 4K cinemascope.

Codeine always took away the ‘jaggies’ but delivered a vaseline smeared lens perspective of the world. All soft focused and fuzzy edged, you felt like the world was a bouncy castle made of marshmallow. However the Pax 3, not only delivered the usual relief but somehow it felt less punchy, like the difference between a $20 bottle of bourbon vs $120 bottle of premium single malt scotch. You can see why the Pax 3 gets the reviews it does.

Controlling Dose with My Second Use

Lets just say 30 minutes later as I am lying on the sofa, totally baked, I tried to have a chat with my other half and ended up giggling away as she laughed at me, not with me. I remained quite lucid, but was just very relaxed by the whole body sedation which is not how my current supply usually hits. The effect lasted at least 4 hours, in fact I went to bed and slept soundly, I usually wake early, 6:30 or 7am, woken by the knee pain, but I overshot that by at least 2 hours. Woke feeling fresh although a little fuzzy but coffee and breakfast sorted that for me.

Therefore I wanted to avoid this with my second use, which was much more controlled, after a little bit of reading online. Just 2 short pulls and the device turned down to a less intense heat at 3 LED lights. I think this might be the sweet spot as the effects again took 5-10 mins to become very noticeable but there was much less of a body sedation, in fact I felt a clarity in my thinking and it just neutralised my pain.

Gone.

Not a trace.

Before medicating I would put the pain at a 3 on our pain chart, far from unbearable but definitely ’nagging’ and niggling at me. So the two hits were a good amount to kill the pain but not dull my entire brain. In fact I would now consider a single pull at 3 lights during a working day. Maybe.

Final Impressions and Overall View

I would give the Pax 3, 5 stars, but I have no other benchmark other than self-rolled all-weed blunts, joints and the occasional bong rip. I feel like I did when I upgraded to my first smart phone. Suddenly I had a computer in my hand and felt like I was ahead of the curve. The Pax 3 is very similar, having previously burnt a tube of rolled up dry herb I now have control and can set the temperature to the exact setting I want and get much more measured doses from my choice of pain meds. The only remaining variable of course is the plant material itself.

I suddenly see that devices like the Pax 3 are invaluable in allowing pain patients to get closer to a proper dosing regimen and if they feel like having a little more fun on a Saturday night, then at least it is a choice. That, for me, is what Cannabis should be about, the choice, the choice of your medication, the choice to choose your own safe pain meds. That it is your body and therefore making a choice of herbal remedy vs the output of an industrialised process, is your right.

I wish I had tried a vaporiser earlier, the Pax 3 is a very good product that does the job without fanfare, but does it stylishly and without announcing to the world you partake. The only small downside was that after I had fiddled about with it, trying to get it to sync with my Android phone, and then using it to heat my herb it got a little warm. Not uncomfortably, or dangerously, but it did warm noticeably, which given its function is not unreasonable, but it got a touch warmer than I thought it would. Put that down to user expectations perhaps, but one to consider. I am exploring a silicon sleeve for it, just to make it the perfect portable medical device.

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The Pax 3 is a total winner and I am very pleased with the value for money and recommend it to you if you are considering using a vape. If you have pain, don’t leave home without it.

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