#twenty seven in bali

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ out of the woods - chapter seven (ls2)

Logan tries to give the two of short break in Bali. Which does succeed, but then the Canadian GP tears down anything Dhanishka had left to stand on. Good thing she's got Logan, the Norris' and Charles, right?

warnings/notes: alright buckle in. Like two sex jokes, car accidents, concussions/migraines, lightly mentioned injuries, the FIA doing their job, heavy heavy betrayal, me yet again trying to hint at the biggest Marketing Ploy x Out Of The Woods connection no one has noticed LMAO

Logan's arm is firm around my waist as I stir the food in the pan, watching the sizzle of the chicken against the oil underneath it. I murmur along to the song playing, and Logan sways us to the rhythm. I'm home for a weekend with him while my parents are off in Cambridge with my sister for her college visit. We'd taken the invitation to house sit, deciding to take a full break in the short interim off we have before we both have to leave for Canada.

"We should go somewhere." Logan hums, mouth peppering a kiss to my bare shoulder next to the strap of my tank top. He's been abnormally clingy, and while I would usually mind... it feels nice.

"Where would we even go, Lo?"

He smiles, beginning to pepper soft kisses to my shoulder, trailing them up my neck as he speaks, "Well, Dalton and his wife are in Bali this weekend. He told me he wants to see you again."

"Bali? That's a like.. fifteen hour flight from here." I chuckle, squirming when his kisses get a little ticklish around my neck and the air he huffs out in a alguh rolls across my skin.

"Fifteen hours there, then a twenty three hour flight to Canada." He says, "I looked into it."

I blink, then look down at him, "You already bought the tickets, didn't you?"

Logan smirks and I laugh, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, "I'll tell my parents tonight when they get back. I'm sure they won't mind."

Logan grins and pops a few more kisses to my lips, cheeks, and forehead before I shooing him away so I can keep cooking. The meal I'm making is not something I'd typically be eating, because its for Logan's meal plan, but luckily his team had let me throw in a small bit of Indian influence to the dish via a makeshift biryani dish. Which I know Logan's been missing by the way he melts when he steals a bite.

"You cook like your mom used to when we were kids." Logan groans against my shoulder and I laugh, taking my own spoonful and pouting a bit because its not as flavorful as we used to make it.

"You have to come to Bahrain over your winter break so you can have a proper Aayi Dubey biryani with all the spices and such." I muse, "it's lacking my mothers proper smothering of spices, sadly meal plans do restrict us from going full Indian mother here."

Logan nods, taking a bit more of the rice dish into his mouth and I laugh softly before making us two bowls of it to eat. He starts washing up some of the dishes while I'm setting the table, and I mange to pull him away to eat--promising we'll finish cleaning later.

We don't talk of much, other than him calling Dalton to let him know we'll be in Bali in two days their time. He taps his sock against my leg as I stare out the window at the setting sun. It's comfortable, just existing with him.

"I never thought we'd get here." Logan admits and I turn, looking at him curiously which makes him continue, "I thought you'd hate me through this whole thing after that night and we'd never speak again."

"I did too, to be honest." I laugh softly, finishing off the last of my rice and setting the bowl aside to take Logan's hands to stop him from picking at his fingers, "I called Lando about it, since he was the only person I knew in London at the time since Oscar was... I don't even remember, and Charles was in Monaco. I went to his and Olivia's apartment, the one they have over here because of McLaren? They told me I should just go through with the plan and do the whole fake dating thing because we kinda had too, but also to see if it maybe wasn't as one sided as I thought."

Logan just starts to giggle, small laughs that slowly grow louder before he brings my hand to his lips again, kissing my palm and then each finger.

"What's got you like this?" I laugh in response, and he grins at me sloppily with the most lovestruck look as his lips hover over my left hand. His bottom lip just brushing along my ring finger as he smiles and shrugs.

"Funnily enough, Dalton told me the same thing.” He firmly kisses my ring finger now, and just resorts to playing with my hands as a fidget instead, “You really fell for me huh?"

And now it's my turn to laugh, standing up to lean over the table to properly kiss my boyfriend. He grins, meeting me halfway with a gentle caress of my jaw and when we pull back, I rest my forehead to his.

"I was always in love with you, dumbass."

Hours later we're at that same table, Logan making sure the little decorative centerpiece my mother has is perfectly clean while I dot my lipstick back to perfection.

I figured cleaning the entire house and then making ourselves well pull together would keep my father from realizing we'd done nothing but laze around for the last few days.

Hey, we were on break, okay?

“Aw fuck.” I complain as I twist out my lipstick a bit more. Logan hums, looking over at me as I groan impatiently as I pull the whole tube up.

At the second groan he asks, “What’s a matter?”

“I’m almost out of lipstick.” I whine in complaint and he huffs out a laugh, stepping around the table to press a few soft kisses to my cheek.

"We can buy more tomorrow, yeah? Isn't there a Dior in City Centre?" He hums, pressing a kiss to my lips that has me rubbing the lipstick off his lips with a laugh as his arms wrap firmly around my waist.

"Yes, but it's fine, I can get it later and--"

Logan cuts me off with a firmer kiss this time, letting me wipe the lipstick off his lips again as he says, "Let me buy you a refill. For old times sake."

"Fine." I smile as the door opens and Logan retracts to just make it look like he was taking the lipstick from me to put it in my purse. I smile as Anya bounces to my side and starts babbling about the campus and such. I glance over my shoulder to see Logan with mt parents and the smile and wink my mom sends me says one thing,

This is all gonna work out.

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user2: dhanishka sargeant at this point fr

I'm standing in the bathroom of the hotel this time when Logan wraps his arms around my waist. I can hear Dalton and Ashlynn laughing in the connected living room, it feels weirdly homely as he presses a soft kiss to my jaw as one of his hands rubs small soothing circles against my hip bone.

"James call you?" I asked, I had been the one to hand him his phone, so I had seen the caller ID.

"He asked about you, actually." Logan rests his head on my shoulder once I've finished fixing up my hair and I hum as I lean back into his touch. His arms are firm, and the way his gaze wanders across my face tells me he's thinking as he takes one of my hands. My left ring finger is pecked by his lips before he settles them back at my waist again.

"Me?" I hum, watching the way he nods and still thinks. I assume it's the wording as his hands fiddle with something. I'm too focused on doing my eyeliner to look.

"You didn't answer your phone and he wanted to say he’s got the final draft of your contract ready to be signed.”

I laugh softly, looking at him in the mirror, “Wow, already?”

"Mhm." Logan kisses my cheek once I'm done with my eyeliner and steps aside to just watch me finish up my makeup. Once I've sprayed myself down with setting spray, I go to grab my lipstick and open it, pausing when I notice it's refilled.

Logan wears a triumphant smile.

"You." I poke his chest and giggle, capping the lipstick before turning around to kiss him. He laughs into the kiss, catching himself on the doorway as his hands slide around my lower back. One kiss turns to two, and ever since we'd fallen back in love it'd been impossible to keep off of eachother. Like we were making up for lost time.

A few seconds after a soft groan leaves the back of Logan's throat, followed by my giggle, Dalton shouts,

"I'm walking in, you both better be dressed!"

Logan and I laugh and I part from him, lifting my hands to fix up the bits of his hair that I'd jostled. Dalton smiles as he steps in and looks us over.

"What did you think we were doing?" Logan says to Dalton who shrugs, punching his brothers arm.

"Something not PG." Dalton shrugs and I blush, now taking my turn to whack his chest.

"Not with your immature ass around," I hum, turning back to finish up my make-up while Dalton and Logan talk about getting to our dinner reservation.

It's weird how naturally I slot into this little family, like I've always belonged.

Canada starts great. Luckily for Logan, and his success in straights, theres quite a few here. Unluckily for me, it means my overtaking this weekend is gonna be shit.

But, I know I'll fight.

I qualify Q3, beating Logan out by less than .5 or even smaller. I can't even really remember as the whole weekends a blur. Ferrari is practically running me ragged, insane amounts of training, simulator work, media... I'm exhausted each night when I fall into Logan's hotel room bed. His arms barely wrapping around me before I'm asleep against his chest.

He promises it's okay, but I feel like shit each morning for not spending time with him. But he just presses a kiss to my jaw and squeezes my hip as I get out of bed way too early to shower.

And after three nights of that, it's time for the race. By Sunday I feel like a husk, trudging myself to the garage with a water bottle full of Red Bull I'd stolen from Max. I go through the motions, take my migraine medication just as a precaution as I feel a headache forming.

And the first half of the race is fine, until I overtake Oscar to fight Carlos for P3. And I manage to get him on the hairpin turn, but something is weird about how easily he lets me by. The back wheel of my car clips something and I start to spin. I right myself, but narrowly dodge Carlos, who whips around me.

It's fine. I'm fine.

Something bumps me again and I check my mirrors, one of the RB cars coming very close to my side. I curse, steering in a bit more and understeering to get out of who I assume is Yuki's way before I'm blocking him from overtaking.

When did he get around Oscar?

"Wing damage, wing damage, I need to box." I curse into my headset, feeling the steering starting to go. It's always my steering first, I expect the rear wing to follow shortly.

"Copy."

I turn in a bit harder now, trying to get to the pit lane. It's becoming harder to steer and I feel panic rising in my stomach but I clamp it down. All I can do in this moment is trust myself, and trust my training.

I don't make it to the pitlane.

We go back through the hairpin and Carlos juts out, making me swerve to dodge. With my shit steering, it sends me into a spin. I shriek, grabbing my harness as the car--and the world around me, shuffles and spins. When the car stills I huff out slow breaths, willing myself to open my eyes.

I'm in the wall.

I can't move.

I force breaths in, force my hands to unstick from my harness. My hands come to the steering wheel and I shake, trying to disconnect it. Everything feels disconnected. I can't hear. The world is blurry. I feel sick. Sicker than sick. I manage to get the steering wheel out, tossing it up to the top of the car.

I realize no ones called for me over the radio, through the incessant ringing in my ears.

I click off the restraints slowly, trying not to jostle my aching ribs, and I get out of my car with shaking arms. And then promptly fall back in.

"Fuck!" I shriek, groaning and arching my back out of pure pain. Two hands come to my shoulders and I lift my head to see Lando. I know he's talking, but my head is swimming too much to focus on his words.

"C'mon, Danny." Lando's voice finally cuts through when he lifts my visor, "C'mon, we're gonna get you out, okay?"

"Your race..!" I gasp and he shakes his head.

"I can always get more points later, but I can't do anything if you're seriously injured and I don't help you now." He says and I nod. His hands grab under my shoulders and he helps hoist me up to sit on the halo. I try to focus, but find myself in a haze.

Somehow, I end up on a stretcher. My helmet is off and I blink slowly as Lando holds my hands.

"Dhanishka." He says softly. When did he take his helmet off?

"Lando." I hum back as the stretcher starts to roll. He follows, his hands tight in mine as he follows inside the ambulance. They've got me covered in blankets, and something clicks.

"Lando. Lando." I start saying, slapping his hands when he's not looking at me. He stops, taking my hands in his, but I just see that he's looking at me so I gasp out, "tell Logan to race. He's gonna wanna not because I got hit, tell him he has to. Tell him I said so."

When Lando nods, coaxing me to lay down again as they strap me in, I feel a bit more at ease... but the world is still soft and fuzzy and I still feel sick.

Concussed, strained muscles around my ribs, and something fucked up with my shoulder.

I'm out fully for a week, I'll skip Barcelona and be back for Austria.

Lando and Olivia are by my side when I'm told. Olivia taking it upon herself to use my phone to call my parents to let them know what was going on, and when she disappears into the hall, Lando keeps a soothing hand intertwined with mine. It's my first injury, ever. Not just a sore spot that'll go away.

And of course, the hazy symptom I'd been feeling all weekend had to be a major migraine on its way. So I'm grumpy, in serious pain, and quickly losing my stomach in a hospital bathroom while a nurse gently ties my hair back and rubs my shoulders while Lando goes out in the hall to grab Olivia.

I'm so weak I can hardly move, and the nurse is so kind, so gentle. It makes me want to cry as she guides me through the hardest parts of my migraine and gets some painkillers for my IV when it's clear I'm only set to get worse.

It takes off the edge as I'm coaxed to lay down in bed once more, a bucket off to the side if needed.

I learn from the TV playing in the room that Logan went on to place P5 behind Oscar, Carlos, Charles, and Max, in that upwards succession. Which makes me feel better a bit as Lando and Olivia help me get situated. It's only been maybe twenty minutes since the race ended, but I can hear more commotion outside than before.

A nurse calls out my room number and it takes maybe two seconds before Logan comes through the door, still in his racing gear, holding his helmet, panting like he’d ran straight here.

He had, hadn't he?

“Isa.” he sighs and I smile, extending a heavy arm to him. He shuts the door, blocking the hall light and makes his way inside the little makeshift room. He slots perfectly against my side and gently kisses my head, sighing once he’s got me safe in his hands. I wrap my un-IV'd arm around Logan shoulder, kissing what part of his head I can reach without moving. He settles me back against the blankets as Lando gives him his chair, going to get another from the hall.

Olivia sighs softly and moves a bit closer to check my IV, “She’s pretty badly concussed. Strained some muscles around her ribs and her shoulder. She's out for Barcelona, they're gonna try to get her back in for Austria."

"Ah, shit." Logan hums and I lean into his touch so he shifts so one of his hands holds mine, the other running through the wispy bangs by my face that have fallen out of my ponytail.

"Lo..." I murmur softly and he hums, looking down at my small pout. A tiny smile crosses his lips as he leans down to peck mine, then rests his forehead to mine as I whine, "my head hurts."

"I know, baby." He's basically crooning, kissing the tip of my nose and squeezing my hand, "you're gonna be alright."

Olivia gives a tiny sigh, patting Lando's arm and making a vague motion for him to follow her out of the room. They leave me and Logan in silence, the only sound the soft noise of his thumb running along my knuckles, the heart monitors methodical beeps, and the occasional kiss.

Logan, Lando, and Olivia take me back to Ferrari. The two Norris' waiting outside while I slip in with Logan. I'm only half sneaking him in and out, because if Ferrari even tried to raise hell with me when I was as in pain and as pissed off as I was right now, someone would be getting hit.

I nod to Charles when I enter and he gives me a half nod, trying to conceal the way I sneak Logan in by engrossing the engineer with a few more questions about... my car?

Why mine? Why not his?

I let the question slip from my mind, I figure I can ask him later, and go to my room. Logan helps me collect my stuff, having already brought me a change of clothes to the hospital given to him by Charles. Logan uses my phone to send a text to my manager Lucie to show her the damage to the suit, helmet, and shoes so she can get me set for new ones and then we make sure I have all my belongings and bounce.

I'm halfway through shutting the door when I hear Charles shout, "You did what?!"

"She's an idiot if she hasn't realized by now." I hear a mechanic say and I clamp a hand over Logan's mouth, he's about to complain (which, I'm sneaking him out of my drivers room, he has no right to) when a cruel laugh echoes followed by Charles' shocked gasp.

A short conversation in French, slowly getting louder and louder, is cut off by a loud slap and a scuffle. Eyes widening as I hear the two beginning to shout even louder and I grab Logan by the sleeve and shove him in my drivers room. His big eyes watch me as I pause, one hand on the door before I curse and look back at him with a sort of flame in my eyes.

"Stay!" I hiss, before slamming the door shut and following the hall to the garage. He feet carry me, sliding on the balls of my feet into the room as Charles shoved a mechanic against a wall.

"Charlie!" I shriek despite my head pounding, moving forward, knocking him to the ground with my shoulder. As he fall he pants up at me and I turn to the mechanic, then down to Charles, then step back.

"What the fuck is going on?!"

Charles wipes blood from his own nose and slowly rises to his feet. There's a challenge in his eyes, and a challenge in the mechanics--and I come to realize that Aakash stands off to the side with his fists tight.

"What is this?!" I shout again and look down the hall where Astrid is dragging Logan out of my room and I blink, straightening up. She basically tosses Logan at me, and my arms shoot out to grab him as he sticks to my side.

"Ferrari's been purposefully fucking up your car this entire season! Aakash and his--" Charles starts to say before Aakash moves. It's Logan who manages to intercept, shoving me behind him as he shoves Aakash to the floor. My eyes widen to literal dinner plates, backing up until my back hits something and I look up to see Olivia.

Lando seems to have given up on holding her back as she holds her phone up.

"Charles, talk." She snips and the Monégasques listens, quickly spilling everything from his lips as Logan keeps Aakash and the other mechanic at bay, Astrid glaring daggers.

"Aakash has been having the engineers purposefully loosen the steering and rear wings, causing any and all jostling to randomly disengage them. They have it all written out on Aakash's computers, even if he tries to delete the files Ferrari keeps all changes up to a month." Charles shouts, moving closer to where Olivia keeps a hold on my shoulders. Logan backs off as well when Lando calls him over, but the guys stand in front of me and Olivia, like a wall.

"Astrid's plan was to have Dhaniska continuously wreck out so that there would be positive PR of Logan coming to her aid, but bad PR for Dhanishka because she keeps wrecking." Charles says and I see Olivia's jaw tick, her eyes glancing back to Lando's who's are equally as shifty.

Somethings not right.

Olivia and Lando echo each other as they say, "Who?"

"My manager," Logan peeks over his shoulder, "Astrid Marina."

"Oh you've gotta be--" Lando starts but Olivia's shoving her phone in my hands. And I'm reminded of the time Lando had called her the 'most aggressive Piastri' at a bar during Monaco's weekend as he darts forward but not before Olivia delivers a strong backhand to Astrid.

"You fucking bitch! They're not your little PR playthings!" Olivia screams and Lando grabs her arm, pulling her back as she keeps shouting, "I should've made sure no fucking team ever hired you again but I didn't think anyone was that level of stupid!"

Logan and I share a confused look. How the fuck does Olivia know Astrid and what the hell did Astrid do to her?

“She’s Astrid?!” Charles shouts, “what the fuck?”

“Why do you all know her!” Logan shouts and the room goes quiet. Olivia's mouth gapes, but it's interrupted by a few stewards entering the garage to see what's happening. My headache flares and I grip Logan's arm when everyone starts shouting over each other and he escorts me outside where it's a bit colder and a lot quieter.

"I-I don't understand." I eventually choke out, and Logan wraps me tight in his arms. Soft kisses are pressed to my head as he coaxes me to sit with him on the ground outside Ferrari.

And when a steward approaches us, and he sits with us, I wish I could be surprised by the fact we're being interrogated.

But yet, I'm not surprised.

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From our stacks: "A tense moment in the Balinese Temple Ballet. The subjects chosen for representation by the temple dancers of Bali are very sensational and highly charged with emotion. The favourite sources of the ballets are the Hindu epics, the Mahabharata and the Ramayana, both of which abound in dramatic situations. One of the girl dancers is here seen in the clutches of a long-haired, long-clawed evil spirit, who in the end appropriately meets with defeat. The performances, usually given in the daytime, are enacted by the side of a temple building or else against a natural background of jungle green." From Manners and Customs of Mankind. An Entirely New Pictorial Work of Great Educational Value Describing the Most Fascinating Side of Human Life. Edited by J. A. Hammerton. Over Fifteen Hundred Photographic Illustrations from All over the World - and twenty-Seven Plates in Color. Volume One. London: The Amalgamated Press, Ltd., n.d. (c193-?)

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Middle of the Night | Part One

Synopsis : In the world you lived in, humans were not the only inhabitants of Earth. For years, you had fantasized about your homeroom teacher without knowing his true nature. At night, you thought and dreamed only of him, unaware of the weight of your actions. What will happen when you finally discover what he is?

Incubus : An incubus is an evil spirit or demon who appears in the masculine form to sexually prey on sleeping women during the night. An incubus is what the stories from ancient myths and folklore also characterize as an entity that could impregnate women or even kill people while they were sleeping.

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n.a : English is not my first language, so it’s possible that there are some mistakes that I missed while proofreading.

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It was early August. You were about to start your last year of college after five damn years. You were both excited and not so excited. On the one hand, you were excited to graduate and enter the working world. On the other hand, you were a bit nostalgic. You would never have the opportunity to set foot in a school again. When you attend your children's parents and teachers meetings, you will, if you ever have any. Which is not a priority in your life right now.

The last year of the university also means a lot of stress and workload. As an International Business student, your senior year included a six-month internship abroad. So you have already started researching and sending applications to different companies abroad. Your destinations: Bali, Malta, and the Maldives. For this last year, you wanted to make it big. Go to a dream destination. So far, you have not received a positive response from any company. At the same time, August had come and gone, so most of them would be closing for vacation if they weren't already.

So, preferring to forget everything you'll have to do at the beginning of the school year, you decided to focus on the present. You are in a relatively quiet place, far from the city center and all that goes with it. Your parents owned a cottage near a lake. Every summer, you meet there to spend some time together. The rest of the year, you lived on campus. You had a dorm room that you shared with a girl who had become a good friend of yours over the past five years.

Unfortunately, the family reunion was coming to an end. Tonight, your brothers returned to their respective homes. Your parents were also returning to work, but would stay until the next day.

"YN, set the table, please."

Your mother, a great and renowned chef, had asked you or yelled at you from the kitchen. You were lazy to get up from the couch, but you did it anyway to avoid your mother's wrath. This lunch will be your last family meal. The next one probably won't be until after the holidays. And even then, it's not sure.

"Did you hear? There was another attack last night." Your father said as he sat down after pouring himself a red wine.

The last few days had not been easy. Many bad things had happened, shattering the tranquility of the population. A group seemed to have decided to attack the people for no reason, just for fun. Who would do such a thing? Only crazy people would do such a thing.

"This time, a young she-wolf was the victim of their cruelty. Her body was found dumped near a river. Stripped of everything she had, including her clothes." As if to emphasize your father's words, the news reporter had begun to speak on the subject.

This young girl, a werewolf, had been reported missing two days before her body was found. She had been the victim of several waves of physical and sexual abuse before she was stabbed about twenty times. It appears that the fifteenth was fatal.

It had been seven generations since the truth had been revealed to the world. Humans were not the only ones living on Earth. Among them were all the creatures that had been legends until then. We are talking about vampires, werewolves, angels and demons, elves, goblins, and many other fantastic and supernatural beings. Besides, there were some supernatural beings in your class as well. Despite their nature and stereotypes, they were not harmful to all of this; on the contrary.

Vampires were often characterized as immortal, merciless, and bloodthirsty. But this was far from the truth. In reality, they fed on blood, but were not all insane. Most of them were civilized, sometimes even more so than humans. In fact, your roommate was a vampire. There was a little bit of everything in your class: werewolves, vampires, nymphs, elves, and muses.

There was even a rumor that your homeroom teacher was a demon, and not just any demon. An incubus. An incubus is a demon that appears at night to sexually assault its victims while they sleep. They are also said to suffocate their victims because of their weight.

Whether this is true or not, you don't know. You have never met one or had the opportunity to fool around with one. At least, that's what you thought until today.

Lying on your bed, you exchanged messages with your roommate Chung-Ae. So far, everything has been going well. The conversations often varied. Sometimes you talk about your day. Other times you got into crazy games, but you never imagined that Chung-Ae would drop such a bomb in your face.

< By the way, do you know what I discovered? Or at least what they told me?]

[No, but I guess I won't wait long for you to tell me. >

< Do you know how conservative the man is about his private life?]

[I would like to say that everyone is. >

< I know, but I don't know if you remember the day we had an integration day].

[I remember it very well. That was the day we found out that Mr. Jeon wasn't human >

< Right!]

[Yes. So what? >

< After several years, we finally found out what he is.]

In fact, you've never wondered more about the true nature of your homeroom teacher. For months, the curious student that you are had tried to guess who he was, but the answer was always negative. You had even given up hope of finding out, so you decided to give up and move on. The fact that Chung-Ae announced a supposed discovery to you piqued your curiosity.

< It seems that Mr. Jeon is a demon].

They were speechless. You didn't think that Mr. Jeon was a demon. Sure, he was unbearably attractive, but it was confirmed that the thought never crossed your mind.

< But not just any demon. An incubus.]

Damn. This just gets better and better.

Since freshman year, Mr. Jeon has been your homeroom teacher. Once a semester, you would meet with him to discuss your studies and progress. You could also ask him questions. Every time you met him, you felt a strong attraction to him. It was as if something invisible was pulling you toward him. You almost succumbed to temptation and jumped into his arms more than once. You didn't care about the consequences. But you also felt a certain reluctance on his part. You were sure that you were not the only one who felt this attraction, not just physically.

At the same time, how could you not fall for your teacher's charm? He was quite a man - a demon at that. His body was strong, and his arms were three times as long as yours. Not to mention his thighs, my God. Thick and muscular, so much so that his pants didn't let them go unnoticed. His buttocks were bulging and plump, like peaches. The shirts he wore during class shaped his arms and pecs. Sometimes his pecs would squeeze his shirt so tightly that the buttons threatened to pop off at any moment. It drove you crazy. You couldn't concentrate during those lessons. You prayed that the buttons would fall off by themselves so that you could see his mounts.

Mr. Jeon's face was like a marble sculpture. His pink lips were enticing, and the scar on his cheek made him even more attractive. His cinnamon eyes were enchanting. Every time your eyes met, you were lost in them without regret. Even once, you seemed to see a slight smile on the corner of his lips when you came to after getting lost in his eyes. But it was short-lived, and he returned to his posture so quickly that you thought you had imagined it all.

You spent the rest of the evening researching the Incubi. You wanted to know more about these dark but fascinating beings. Not only that, you made many exciting discoveries, but you knew that people could say whatever they wanted on the Internet, especially on blogs. So you only considered the information frequently appearing on various blogs and websites. This meant it was more likely to be a relevant and current fact or knowledge. You also read some testimonies of people who decided to share their sexual experiences with incubi and succubi - the female version of incubi.

From what you read, these demons were called sex demons for a reason. A night with them was a guaranteed night of madness. But one thing you noticed was that in none of these testimonies did anyone talk about feeling crushed by the incubus that visited them. This was a good sign and proof that, once again, you should not believe everything you read and see on the Internet.

Some witnesses had even admitted that incubi and succubi could attach themselves to mortals. It was something rare but still possible. Something almost impossible but still existing, the experts in fantastic and supernatural creatures, made a rather exciting discovery. To understand their findings, we must go back to the time of the revelation of the existence of these beings.

Before coming to the human world and trying to have relations with them, incubi and succubi had tried it with each other. As a result, the pleasure and the end result were not the same. They were unable to produce babies and ensure the continuity of their existence. In addition, both male and female parties are dominant by nature, so during intimate moments, neither wants to give up their place as dominant to their partner and thus become dominant. Seeing that nothing was being done, they decided to try their luck with humans, which was successful. Not only were they able to maintain their dominant status, but they were also able to ensure the future of their species. The succubus automatically produced succubus babies and incubus babies, while the humans could have incubus and succubus babies or human babies.

It was also possible for a human to become an incubus or succubus, but not vice versa. No one knew how this was possible, not even the specialists. Only incubi and succubi see the secret. Not many people change their nature, but sometimes some people do.

Some websites explain how to summon your incubus or succubus. It was also pointed out that he didn't have to do anything occasionally and that they would appear on their own when they felt your call and desire. You wondered if Mr. Jeon felt your urge for him at that moment. At this thought, you blushed on your bed in the dark.

Deciding it was time for bed, you looked at the clock before turning off your laptop. 2 h 55. Almost three in the morning. They say it's nearly time for the devil and the demons. Not wanting to think about it too much to avoid nightmares, you had turned off your computer before placing it on your bedside table. You were careful not to drop it during the night and then went to bed.

It had been a few years - about three years - since you'd had sex with a partner, and it was taking its toll. You were more stressed and nervous. Nothing made you feel better, and you were sexually frustrated. Still, the one-night stand wasn't really your thing. You also weren't a very romantic person. If you had the opportunity to sleep with someone, you would be frustrated that the person wasn't Mr. Jeon, but you wouldn't say no. In fact, at this point, you'd be stepping out of your comfort zone lest you lose your mind and sanity.

Finally, as you lay on your bed, you got a crazy urge to masturbate. So, without thinking, you take out the petroleum jelly in your drawer, which is more discreet than a typical tube of lubricant, in case your mother or a family member searches your drawer. When you got up, you went straight to your private bathroom. You opened the cabinet where you kept your towels, cosmetics, and bath products and took out a white plastic box with flowers. As you opened the box, you took out another small white box with the same numbers as the big one. Inside were some of your favorite little companions.

There was your precious little butterfly clitoral stimulator that you had in black. The part that stayed out was a clitoral massager. While attached to it was another vibrator. The part that was left out was a slight butterfly shape. This part was used to stimulate the outer interest of the clit. The part that went into the pussy was shaped like a penis, six centimeters long and twenty-seven millimeters in diameter. While the outer part massaged the clit, the glans massaged the G-spot. They were pretty happy with this little device. It was relatively quiet and discreet. Practical when you go to hotels or your parents' houses for parties or vacations. It was also waterproof, so you could use it in the shower or bath, but a little extra was that it came with a bit of remote control that allowed you to control the nine different vibration intensities. So far, you have not exceeded intensity number six, which was not bad.

Then there was your second baby in the box. A vibrator in the shape of a rose, red. It had two functions. In the center of the rose was a hole that allowed the function of sucking. While on the other side, a classic vibrator allowed me to stick it in the pussy. The suction mode was a nipple and/or clit stimulator. We could make a choice.

Like the previous one, it was waterproof, silent, and rechargeable with a USB cable. It was made of silicone and had ten vibration frequencies and five suction modes. It was one hundred and ninety-eight millimeters high and thirty-five millimeters wide. They had this little gem for two months and were not disappointed.

Then the last of the family. This time it was just a slight pink color. Unlike its big red sister, there was no hole in the center of this little jewel, only a tiny tongue. It might have been small, but it was still powerful, with nine different levels of tongue vibrations that could make you see stars.

But for tonight, your choice was quickly made. Since Chung-Ae told you about Mr. Jeon, your body has been on fire, and your brain has been replaying many not-so-Catholic scenarios with your teacher. Unlike your classmates or the women in your college, your attraction to Mr. Jeon wasn't just physical; far from it. It was also about his personality. He was calm and collected. He was patient with his students, including you. His goal was to push his students to be their best. He was also close to his students, always willing to help them. He was passionate about his work.

The more you thought about him, the more your body burned. You were almost feverish. So, without wasting more time, you grabbed your butterfly clitoris stimulator, and the red rose for a sucking effect. Thank God your three precious babies are quiet. You couldn't forget that your parents were still home and their room was down the hall.

Back on your bed, you reached for your nightstand to get some petroleum jelly. You had finally gotten rid of all the tissue that covered your body and prevented you from accessing your private parts.

Brushing your clit and slit with Vaseline to lubricate them well, you had done the same with the stimulator on the inner and outer regions. Before you lay on your back and finally started to relieve yourself and let your fantasies take over, you inserted the clit stimulator into your pussy. Like a dick, you had gently pushed the glans of the part going into you, careful to let it slide in and out as the length stretched you. You sighed as you felt every millimeter of the stimulator slide into you, creating a good feeling of pleasure.

It had been a while since you had used it, playing with the youngest of the family. How could you miss this little miracle? Even though it wasn't turned on, you felt pleasure as it slid into you. Picking up the small remote control of the stimulant, you press the first button to turn it on before pressing the second button, just below the previous one. Immediately, you felt movement and a little pressure on your external and internal clitoris, also known as the G-spot. The intensity was not the craziest, but you all felt pleasure. This rhythm is perfect when there are two of you, and the other wants to torture his partner, making him want more than anything else.

Besides, your mind was already starting to produce scenes with you and your favorite teacher. Mr. Jeon. This man-made everyone addicted to him without even touching them. To fully immerse yourself in the illusion your mind was projecting, you had to be more comfortable before closing your eyes. The images in your mind were crystal clear. You might have believed it was all real if you hadn't known it was all a mirage. A reality you wouldn't mind.

You saw Mr. Jeon standing in front of you with his shirt off. You could finally see his body without any barrier hiding the magnificent view of his body. Only his lower body seemed covered by black sports pants that fit him well in all parts. All without exception. Seeing the shape of his cock pressed against the fabric of his pants, you were sure he wasn't wearing any underwear. The thought alone was enough to make you salivate. The way he stood in front of you, legs slightly apart, showed how much his family jewels must have weighed.

The look in his eyes burned your skin every time he paid attention to you. The room was dark, but the window was open, and the breeze came in, caressing parts of your body you were not used to feeling.

The only light source was the moon's faint rays, causing a silvery glow on the floor, part of the wall, and one side of your teacher's face.

A thread of light was also on your body, illuminating the most essential and intimate part of you. Neither of you broke the peaceful silence, although it was full of sexual tension.

Your teacher was delighted with the sight before him. You lay naked on your bed, your body trembling with desire for him and his cock.

The trickle of light that caressed your skin didn't let you see much, but he didn't care because the part that interested him more came to the fore. You had spread your legs wide, allowing him to see your pussy unhindered. Your wetness flowed from your slit and slid gently down your butt hole. Your clit was swollen with the excitement of seeing the man who haunted your nights and thoughts, even when you were awake. When you noticed that your teacher had his eyes fixed on your womanhood, your pussy clenched in anticipation of the man's cock - supposedly a lust demon - standing at the foot of your bed.

He didn't do anything. As he looked at you, you felt pleasure in your pussy and inside. You couldn't stand the weight of his dark, lustful gaze on you. You were about to lose your mind. He had to do something. Your desire for him only increased. You wanted to get up and jump on him once and for all. You needed to feel his hands on your skin. Furthermore, you wanted to feel his lips on yours. His writing is around your neck, putting gentle pressure on it, slightly cutting off the oxygen in your system, making you lose your mind.

"Please." It was the only thing you felt able to say in the state you were in.

You'd seen a smile form on his lips - as if his pants had magically disappeared. He was naked in all his glory. Adonis had nothing on. Mr. Jeon looked as if he had been carved from the finest marble in the world. His skin was flawless, and he didn't have a single hair on his chest, which made his skin look smooth. His caramel color drove you crazy. You wanted to taste it, to bite into it. Mark him as yours and no one else's.

He crawled onto the bed and approached you. He was standing over you, but he didn't touch you. All you could feel was the warmth of his body against yours and his musky, masculine scent caressing your nose. Enough to make you lose your mind even more. Holding on to his inactivity, you lifted your hand from the mattress to place your palm against his cheek. You moved his face closer to yours. Your teacher thwarted your plans when he grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the mattress above your head.

"No." Her voice was deep and husky, perfect for setting your body on fire even more. "Just be patient, you little bitch." He'd whispered, his lips caressing yours as he spoke to you. "You'll get what you deserve. In time. For now, let me enjoy you as you should." Then he sealed your lips. His other free hand was immediately on your womanhood.

Mr. Jeon wasted no time in getting to the point.

He began to move down your body until he reached the desired area. Jeon could see that your clit and lower lips were swollen with excitement. Sniffing your pussy, he loved the smell that came from that area. It wasn't the smell that all humans smelled, but as an incubus, he was given something more. Something more attractive, perfect for him. But that smell also pointed to something else he had been searching for, for a long time.

"Finally. I've got you." Without giving you time to understand what he was saying, he had fallen full mouth on your pussy. His expert tongue had gone straight to your slit to taste your nectar. And you were creamy, just the way he liked it. Feeling the touch of his tongue on your pussy, you let out a not-so-discreet moan as your hand came to rest on the top of his head, grabbing his hair. Jeon had moaned against your intimacy, making his mouth vibrate and increasing your pleasure.

He had no mercy. He devoured you greedily, as if he'd been deprived of you for a long time. "Mr. Jeon." You tried to moan quietly to not wake your parents, but it was mission impossible. This man was driving you crazy. Jeon doubled his intensity in response, alternating wildly between your clit and slit, getting you wet simultaneously. He licked, sucked, and penetrated you with his tongue. Your pelvis kept moving, and Jeon tried to hold it to the mattress, but you kept moving in pleasure, making him grunt increasingly, his mouth still glued to your privates.

You weren't far from climaxing. But you didn't want to come with Mr. Jeon's tongue around you. You tried to go around his cock. To feel it deep inside you while he was beating you fervently. "No." You protested just before you came.

"Patience, baby. I'm not done with you yet." You were relieved. You didn't want it to end so soon. Not to mention you hadn't had a chance to taste it yet. "Come on, my tongue, baby. I got you." His hands moved under your thighs, which were raised, to get a better grip on you before he doubled his licks.

"Mr. Jeon." You had surrendered to pleasure. Your body shook all over. Mr. Jeon continued his licking and sucking even though you were sensitive. With your hand still gripping your teacher's hair, you tried to push his head away, but he didn't move a muscle. "Way too much."

You'd pleaded, but he'd continued anyway. He collected all the wetness dripping from your slit, swallowing it as if it were the only thing he was allowed to drink from, and it had been too long since he had been deprived of it.

When Mr. Jeon felt that he had lapped you up, he raised his head and looked straight into your eyes. His eyes were dark and full of desire. As he got down on his knees in front of you, between your legs, you saw his hard cock. Long and thick. At that moment, you wondered if you could take it inside you. Your doubts were short-lived as your teacher fell over you, pressing your lips together in a lazy, searing kiss. His tongue had found an unhindered refuge in your mouth. You could taste yourself on it. Strangely, you didn't mind.

Your body had arched against his as you felt your slit invaded by his long fingers. Followed by another, then another. With three fingers inside you, you felt complete. Mr. Jeon was excited to see your reaction. He loved the way your body responded to his. His cock trembled as it touched your walls, tightening and swallowing his fingers even more. "Fuck." He'd said as he broke your kiss.

Feeling you sufficiently spread and ready to receive him, he had removed his fingers from your lower cavity before taking them into his mouth and sucking his fingers. He didn't want to waste any of your juices. It was far too precious to him. When he had nothing left on his fingers, he took his cock in his hand before pumping it. Your buttocks that had roamed over your lover's body had ended their trajectories on his well-rounded, plump, and firm buttocks. One of them had positioned between your two bodies before pushing his hand. Once there was nothing between you and her member, you'd taken it in your hand. "Oh yeah."

His head tilted back as you pumped his member with your hand. To make it better for Mr. Jeon, you'd stopped all movement before running your hand over your pussy, catching the wetness that leaked out before running it over his glans, lubricating it. "Fuck." Your hand slid over his hardened member with greater ease. As you moved your hand back and forth over his cock, you tightened your grip around it a little. "Just like that, baby. Keep going." His voice was hoarse as he encouraged you to continue.

Your teacher rested his face on your neck, then let your wet kisses fall on that area. One of your weaknesses was kissing the neck. Whether during intimate moments - like now - or just an innocent kiss. And if the neck kiss was accompanied by a hug from behind, that was the holy grail for you. You loved the feeling of arms wrapped protectively around your waist as your back was pressed against your partner's chest. It made you feel protected.

Your teacher juggled kisses on your shoulder and neck. Sometimes he'd move up to your earlobe and nibble on it. "Baby, don't stop." He begged you, and you loved the control he gave you over him. It wasn't easy for an incubus - if he ever was one - not to have the upper hand in the situation. That Mr. Jeon let you have the upper hand right now proved that he had some confidence and ease with you.

Your movements on Mr. Jeon's cock caused the tip of his glans to brush against your clit, giving you pleasure as well. You continued to pump him, but this time you weren't satisfied with just grazing the clit, but took advantage of the fact that you were in control to push the tip of his glans into your slit as well. "You like playing with my cock, don't you?" He had whispered in your ear in a deep, husky voice, sending a million shivers down your body. "You like to torture yourself by pushing my glans into you." You didn't answer, too busy pumping him and teasing the entrance to your privates. You wiggled your pelvis every time the tip of his penis made contact with your tunnel, increasing your pleasure.

Although he had allowed you to be in control until now, Mr. Jeon felt it was high time he took the reins back. So he took advantage of the moment when you titillated your slit by thrusting the tip of his glans into you to move your hand away from his length and thrust into you. Not expecting this from him, you let out a cry of pleasure. "Did you think I would always let you be in control?" You were no longer able to answer him. He was hammering fast and hard inside you. "Did you think I would let you use my cock to pleasure yourself, you little minx?"

Mr. Jeon grabbed your leg before placing it on his shoulder. "You were wrong." His hand had found its way around your neck as he pounded into you. You wanted to hold on to him, but didn't get the chance. Mr. Jeon again pinned your hands above your head as he continued his movements. "You wanted to torture both of us. Now suffer the consequences, baby." You started to whimper helplessly.

You were out of control. You knew you had a good chance of waking your parents, but you didn't care if you got caught right now. All you cared about was the pleasure your teacher was giving you.

His movements became wilder. He fucked you as hard as you loved. "Take me like the good girl you are." His grip had tightened a little.

Inside, you could feel his cock twitching, signaling that he was at the same stage as you, not far from your climax. "Mr. Jeon," he had kissed you on the mouth, cutting you off. "I know, baby. I can feel it." Your prey closed around your teacher's cock, choking him, making his hip movements harder and harder.

Finding it harder to keep your moans at a discreet volume, you'd found a way to keep yourself from waking the whole house.

Concentrating on running after your climaxes, your teacher had been surprised to feel your teeth sink into his shoulder, making him hiss and grunt. The pain of your bite mixed with his pleasure, causing him to convulse on top of you, emptying his balls into your pussy. Your partner's grunts, combined with his movements, were the cause of your orgasm.

The walls of your pussy clung to Mr. Jeon's cock, giving him tenfold pleasure. But he didn't stop moving his pelvis. He tried to make you feel it to the end without missing anything. As for Mr. Jeon, he was satisfied. You had bitten him. Even if the skin was not pierced, in his world, when two lovers bite each other during the act, it is a sign of ambivalence between violence and affection. The eternal duality between Eros, love, and Thanatos, death. It stimulates the wild and primitive side of each of the living. Mainly when these bites occur during the intimate moment between two beings - human, demon, or other - the most exciting places are the collarbone, the neck, the lips, the thighs, the buttocks, the breasts, and finally, the wrists. But it also meant that the other belonged to us.

"Wow." You didn't have enough words to describe how breathtaking it was. So much so that your legs still shook, and you had trouble regulating your breathing. Mr. Jeon was quite a man. He had everything to please everyone, women and men alike. Tonight, you had seen the duality Mr. Jeon had in him. In the eyes of everyone, he was a brilliant, talented, and dedicated man. He helped everyone who needed it. But once inside the four walls, this man was a demon. He knew how to put aside his dominant side to let his partner enjoy the power. The power to give pleasure to the other.

But he knew when to take control and dominate his partner. He wasn't rough, but firm and confident in his movements and words. His words were enough to make you lose your mind. And his voice. God, his voice. Hoarse and deep, just the way you liked it. When he spoke, your stomach would twist in all directions from the desire he was arousing in you, making you wet your pants. How often had you left his class with your panties soaked from excitement? It had happened so many times that you had lost count. Just thinking about it made you want a second round.

When you turned your head to look at Mr. Jeon, who was still lying on the mattress next to you, you saw him looking at you with that damned smile. You didn't have to speak for Jeon to understand what you wanted. Your body and your eyes betrayed you.

Positioned on his side facing you, still in Adam's outfit, your teacher had moved his face to yours before kissing your lips softly. "Soon, baby." His lips had brushed yours before they pulled away. When you opened your eyes again - you didn't even realize you'd closed them - you saw her figure slowly disappear. A pang of sadness and disappointment washed over you as you watched him slowly disappear. And yet, a sweet smile remained on his lips, showing his buck teeth. A smile you loved so much.

"No!" At the same time, your eyes opened, and you abruptly sat down on your bed. A wave of frustration washed over you as you came to your senses and realized that everything you had experienced with Mr. Jeon was just a dream. A damned plan, but it seemed natural. You didn't understand anything. You didn't even remember falling asleep. When you looked at the side of the bed where Mr. Jeon was lying, you saw your sex toys and the bottle of Vaseline.

When did you take it off?

You couldn't remember anything except the dream with your teacher. Your skin seemed to remember as well. You could still feel Mr. Jeon's touch on your skin. His hand had been all over your body. His lips had dominated yours, and you could feel that too. Your intimacy was still sore, remembering Mr. Jeon's abuse.

Everything was very confusing. But it was already very late - or relatively very early. It was seven o'clock in the morning, but you felt like you hadn't slept at all. Your body was crying out for rest, so you listened. You decided to postpone your little investigation. As soon as your head made contact with the pillow, your eyes closed, and you returned to dreamland.

Lying on his back in bed, Mr. Jeon stared at the ceiling of his room and smiled stupidly. He had finally found what he was looking for. Jeon was determined not to let it out of his sight again. Now he was sure that he had found the right person. For years, he had had doubts, but not anymore.

You were the one he had been looking for, for so many years. And it was only a matter of time before he claimed you and made you his forever.

n.a : I hope you enjoy this short story as much as I do. To make sure you don't miss the progress of the chapters as well as their release, don't forget to check out the Working on and Updates section, where you'll find not only updates on "Middle of the Night", but also other stories and "One Shots" that you'll probably enjoy as well. Also, don't forget to check out the Masterlist, you'll probably find something for you among my other stories in progress and those to come.

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[leasstories]

Lea’s advent calendar 2023 - Masterlist

Day One : A dangerous festive decorative competition (Eddie Munson x gn!reader)

Day two: A cozy holiday night with Eddie (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day three : A Christmas in Bali (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day four : Mistletoe (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day five: A magical pocket watch (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day six: Scrooge Munson (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day seven: A cute winter night (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day eight: The snow battle (child!eddie x child!reader (gn)

Day nine: 1987 is gonna be our year (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day ten: First Christmas as a Family (dad!Eddie x mom!reader)

Day eleven: A Metal Gingerbread House (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day twelve: Not so Unrequited Feelings (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day thirteen: Scary (Dad!Eddie x mom!reader)

Day fourteen: Vacation with your Boss (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day fifteen: My dork (Eddie x gn!reader) coming soon

Day sixteen: You Had a Crush on Me? (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day seventeen : Distracted (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day eighteen : A Stressful Christmas Eve (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day nineteen : We will stick to it (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day twenty: Stuck Together (Eddie x gn!Reader)

Day twenty-one: You’re doing great (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day twenty-two: Eddie’s mischief (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day twenty-three : you’re the worst (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day twenty-four : Fate (Eddie x gn!reader)

Day twenty-five: A “fake” date (Eddie x fem!reader)

[leekimdramas]

2023 Drama List

Here are some of the dramas I have finished this year. If it has bold font, I gave the drama a 10 and if it has italic I really enjoyed it but it’s just not a 10 for any reason.

I write the reviews for all of the dramas I finish, so you can just click away and enjoy the reviews!

Last year’s list: 2022

Kdramas:

1. Unlock My Boss

2. Island Part 1

3. Work Later Drink Now 2

4. The Glory Part 1

5. Missing The Other Side 2

6. Crash Course In Romance

7. Island Part 2

8. The Glory Part 2

9. Delivery Man

10. Divorce Attorney Shin

11. Taxi Driver 2

12. Bora! Deborah

13. Doctor Cha

14. The Good Bad Mother

15. My Perfect Stranger

16. See You In My 19th Life

17. King The Land

18. Heartbeat

19. Not Others

20. Bloodhounds

21. The Uncanny Counter 2: Counter Punch

22. My Lovely Liar

23. Moving

24. The Worst of Evil

25. The Kidnapping Day

26. Evilive

27. A Time Called You

28. Twinkling Watermelon

29. Doona

30. The Escape Of The Seven: War For Survival

31. Daily Dose Of Sunshine

32. Vigilante

33. Castaway Diva

34. Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo

Dramas From Other Countries:

1. Love Between Fairy And Devil (Chinese drama)

2. Raise de wa Chanto Shimasu Season 3 (Japanese drama)

Web Dramas:

1. Semantic Error

2. Love Playlist 3

3. Finland Papa

4. My 20th Twenty

5. One Day Off

6. Drama Special Season 12: A Moment Of Romance

Movies:

1. Unlocked (Korean)

2. The Witch: Part 2. The Other One (Korean)

3. Dream (Korean)

4. One In A Hundred Thousand (Japan)

Variety Shows:

1. Love Catcher in Bali (Finished)

2. Single’s Inferno 2 (Finished)

3. HyeMiLeeYeChaePa (Finished)

4. The Devil's Plan (Finished)

Dropped:

1. Trolley (ep 3) 

2. Agency (ep 7)

3. Call It Love (ep 3)

4. The Heavenly Idol (ep 6)

5. Delightfully Deceitful (ep 5)

6. Numbers (ep 4)

7. Misty (ep 4)

8. Destined With You (ep 8)

9. The Killing Vote (ep 8)

10. Strong Girl Namsoon (ep 5)

[queer-boo-radley]

The prompts are so much fun-“baby’s on board”

They really are lol. I used to love doing prompt games like this back in the Glee days. At thirty-seven years old, world-renowned botanist Regina Mills is once again nursing a broken heart after her latest attempt at finding a little partner of her own has failed miserably. Feeling at her wit's end with life and completely out of hope that she's ever going to get the kind of relationship she dreams of, she books a vacation to Bali on a whim, hoping some sun and sand will do her good. Two hours into her fourteen-hour flight and she can barely stand to take her eyes off of her young, blond seatmate. By hour ten she's confident that the twenty-two-year-old concert violinist is everything she's been looking for and more.

[bhajanmandalilucknow]

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According to the Hindus, a mere recital of this great Epic Ramayana is believed auspicious and is effective enough to remove various obstacles. It is believed that the benefits of reciting this Epic are increased manifold if it is recited nonstop from starting to end without any break. This recitation is known as “Akhand Ramayana Path.” Unmatched fruits are achieved by doing or getting done Akhand Ramayan Path. Provided Path should be appropriately done and does not get fragmented. One must get Akhand Ramayan Path done by a qualified expert priest or person. It commonly takes twenty-four hours to complete. After this, there should be havan, aarti, hymn, and food. One has the authority to say, do and hold the Path who have reverence and faith in Lord Shri Ram, Lord Hanuman, Shri Ram Charitra Manas, and Goswami Tulsidas Ji. Swasti Vaachan, Shanti Path, Sankalp, Gauri, Ganesh, and Ram Darbar Pujan, Kalash Sthapan, Agni Sthapan, Shri Ram Charit Manas Akhand Path without any break. To be followed by Ram Ashtottarshat Namavali and then Purnahuti, Aarti, Prasad to Brahmins.

Akhand Ramayan Paath can be performed on Ramnavami, Diwali, before going to a new house (House warming ceremony) or any auspicious days.

Akhand Ramayan Path brings peace, understanding, prosperity, and happiness to the devotee's family. This Path helps in bringing success in new business and ventures. Akhand Ramayan Path is Auspicious for new beginnings like coming into a new house or Grah Pravesh, wedding, Birth of a child, and so on.

Akhand Ramayana Path is the nonstop recitation of the entire Shri Ram Charit Manas, which has seven Chapters (Kands). These seven Chapters are:

Baalkand: Baalkand is the first Chapter of Shri Ram Charit Manas. This Chapter covers the events from Birth, education up to Lord Shri Ram’s Marriage.

Aranyakand: Aranyakand is the third Chapter of Shri Ram Charit Manas. In this Chapter, events ranging from the Shurpanakha incident to the Sita Haran (Kidnap) episode come.

Kishkindhakand:Kishkindhakand is the fourth part of the Ramayana. This Chapter covers events ranging from Hanuman Milan (union) to Bali Slaughter and Mata Sita’s search preparation.

Sunderkand: Sundarkand is the fifth part of Ramayana. In this part come events from Hanuman’s departure for Lanka searching for Mata Sita, Lanka Dahan (burning of Lanka) to his return from Lanka.

Lankakand: Lankakand is the sixth Chapter of Shri Ram Charit Manas. This Chapter covers events from construction of a bridge leading up to the Ram-Ravana battle and the return to Ayodhya.

Uttarkand:Uttarkand is the seventh part of the Ramayana. Events from the coronation of Shri Ram to Kakabhusundi come in this part.

Akhand Ramayan Path brings peace, understanding, prosperity, and happiness to the devotee’s family.

• This Path helps in bringing success in new business and ventures.

• Akhand Ramayan Path is Auspicious for new beginnings like coming into a new house or Grah Pravesh, wedding, Birth of a child, and so on.

• A divine atmosphere is created where Akhand Ramayan Path is done.

• This Path induces truth, bravery, and morality amongst devotees.

• Akhand Ramayan Path provides Moksha (salvation) to the soul and rids it from re-birth trails.

• This Path prevents damage and danger from negativities and frees one from all kinds of Negative Energies.

• By performing this Path with total devotion, the malefic effects of evil eyes, curses, and life obstacles are removed.

• For protection from unknown and unexpected harms and dangers, Akhand Ramayan Path is very beneficial.

• This Path incorporates making of positive vitality and invalidates hostile powers.

• Listening to this Path brings out truth, courage, and righteousness among the devotees.

• For prevention and protection from unknown and unexpected harms and dangers, especially regarding health Akhand Ramayan Path is the best means. Akhand Ramayan Path eradicates all types of adversity and agony of living beings and bestows all kinds of favour, honour, and wealth. Content Taken from Here- Click Here

If there is any most efficient way to please Hanuman Ji, then it is Hanuman Chalisa followed by the Path (recitation) of Sunderkand. Doing these with reverence and devotion pleases Bajrang Bali, and he rectifies all the troubles of his devotees. The Ramayana shows the virtues of Shri Ram and his efforts. The entire life character of Maryada Purushottam Lord Shri Ram is contained in the Ramcharit Manas composed by Goswami Tulsidas. Although reading each of its chapters is virtuous and will take one closer to Lord Shri Ram, Sundarkand has been considered the best. Sunderkand is a part of Shri Ramcharit Manas, composed by Tulsidas Ji. The great works done by Hanuman Ji have been described in Sunderkand. Sunderkand is the chapter in Ramayana, which focuses on the story of the power and triumph of Hanuman Ji.

Maharishi Valmiki wrote the entire Ramayana in the Sanskrit language. After that, Tulsidas Ji wrote Ramayana (Shri Ram Charit Manas) in the Awadhi language. Sunderkand is the fifth chapter (kand) of Shri Ram Charit Manas.

Sundarkand describes the departure of Hanuman Ji to Lanka, meeting Vibhishan, meeting Sita and giving her the ring of Shri Ram, the killing of Akshay Kumar, Lanka Dahan, and his return from Lanka. In Sunderkand, Hanuman Ji reaches to the rescue of Mata Sita and provides her with hope of Shri Rama’s long-awaited arrival. The Sunderkand has a special significance for the devotees of Hanuman Ji. By reciting Sunderkand, one gets freedom from fear, strengthening his/her confidence. Those who recite the Sunderkand, especially on Tuesdays and Saturdays, get rid from all the diseases, plagues, troubles, and misfortunes and good news starts knocking on the door for them.

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Saints&Reading: Thursday, August 3, 2023

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HOLY PROPHET EZECHIEL (6th c. B.C.)

zekiel was the son of a priest from the town of Sarir. He was taken to Babylon into captivity with King Jeoiachim along with many other Israelites. Living in captivity, Ezekiel prophesied for twenty-seven years. He was a contemporary of the Prophet Jeremiah. While Jeremiah taught and prophesied in Jerusalem, so Ezekiel taught and prophesied in Babylon. The prophecies of Jeremiah were known in Babylon, and the prophecies of Ezekiel were understood in Jerusalem. Both of these holy men agreed in the prophecies of each other. Both were mistreated and tortured by the unbelieving Jewish people. St. Ezekiel had frightening and unimaginable visions. By the river Chebar, Ezekiel saw the heavens open, "a great cloud and a fire infolding itself and a brightness was about it" (Ezekiel 1:4), and four wild creatures like molten copper [burnished brass]. One animal had the face of a man, the second the face of a lion, the third the face of a calf [ox], and the fourth the face of an eagle [Ezekiel 1:10]. The face of the man signifies the Lord Incarnate as a man, the face of the lion, His divinity, the face of the calf, His sacrifice, and the face of an eagle, His resurrection and ascension. At another time, he was shown the vision of the resurrection of the dead. The prophet saw a valley full of dry, dead bones, and when the Spirit of God descended upon them, they came to life and rose to their feet [Ezekiel 37:1-10]. He also saw Jerusalem's most terrible destruction when God's wrath mowed down all except those earlier marked with the Greek symbol called Tau [Ezekiel 9: 1-7]. This mark is like our letter T which is also the sign also of the Cross. The evil of the Jews did not even spare this holy man. Infuriated at him because he rebuked them, the Jews tied him to the tails of horses and ripped him in two. He was buried in the same sepulcher with Shem, the Son of Noah.

THE VENERABLE SIMEON AND JOHN (590) These two young men left their homes and relatives: Simeon, his aged mother, and John, his young wife. Both received the monastic tonsure at the hands of Abbot Nicon in the Monastery of St. Gerasimus and withdrew into the wilderness, where they lived an austere life of asceticism for many years. They mortified their bodies so much through rigorous asceticism that they resembled two withered trees. One day, Simeon told John that, according to God's command, he must depart from the wilderness and go among the people and serve God. John gave him this counsel: "Guard our heart against all that you will see in the world. Whatever you touch with your hand, do not allow it to touch your heart. Whatever you eat with your mouth, let not your heart be satisfied. When your feet begin to walk, let there be peace within you. And whatever you do outwardly, let not your mind remain disturbed. Pray to God for me, that He does not separate us, one from the other, in the future life." St. Simeon accepted the counsel of his companion, kissed him, and, after that, departed the wilderness and went among the people as a "fool for Christ," to teach men and to convert them to the Faith of Christ. He pretended insanity before men, but his heart was the temple of the Holy Spirit and, in that temple, was unceasing prayer. He possessed abundant grace from God and could discern all the inner secrets of men, both near and far, healing men from evil spirits and other ailments. Dancing in the streets as one insane, he approached men, whispered their sins in their ears, and called them to repentance. He even appeared to sinners in dreams, rebuked them for their sins, and called them to repentance. Thus it was with Bali, a pagan actor who openly mocked Christian shrines and to whom St. Simeon appeared in a dream, rebuked and warned him so that he repented and became a model Christian. A young fornicator went out of his mind because of sexual promiscuity. Seeing this insane young man, St. Simeon struck him across the face with his hand and said: "Do not commit fornication." At that moment, the unclean demon departed from the young man, and he became well.

1 CORINTHIANS 14:6-19

6 But now, brethren, if I come to you speaking with tongues, what shall I profit you unless I say to you either by revelation, knowledge, prophesying, or teaching? 7 Even things without life, whether flute or harp, when they make a sound unless they make a distinction in the sounds, how will it be known what is piped or played? 8 Who will prepare for battle if the trumpet makes an uncertain sound? 9 So likewise you, unless you utter words easy to understand by the tongue, how will it be known what is spoken? For you will be speaking into the air. 10 There may be, so many kinds of languages in the world, and none is without significance. 11 Therefore, if I do not know the meaning of the language, I shall be a foreigner to him who speaks, and he who speaks will be a foreigner to me. 12, Even so, since you are zealous for spiritual gifts, let it be for the edification of the church that you seek to excel. 13 Therefore let him who speaks in a tongue pray that he may interpret. 14 For if I pray in a tongue, my spirit prays, but my understanding is unfruitful. 15 What is the conclusion then? I will pray with the spirit, and I will also pray with the understanding. I will sing with the spirit, and I will also sing with the understanding. 16 Otherwise, if you bless with the spirit, how will he who occupies the place of the uninformed say "Amen" at your giving of thanks since he does not understand what you say? 17 You give thanks well, but the other needs to be edified. 18 I thank my God I speak with tongues more than you all; 19 yet in the church, I would rather speak five words with my understanding, that I may teach others also, than ten thousand words in a tongue.

MATTHEW 20:17-28

17 Jesus, going up to Jerusalem, took the twelve disciples aside on the road and said to them, 18 Behold, we are going up to Jerusalem, and the Son of Man will be betrayed to the chief priests and scribes. They will condemn Him to death, 19 and deliver Him to the Gentiles to mock, scourge, and crucify. And on the third day, He will rise again. 20 Then the mother of Zebedee's sons came to Him with her, kneeling down and asking something from Him. 21 And He said to her, "What do you wish?" She said to Him, "Grant that these two sons of mine may sit, one on Your right hand and the other on the left, in Your kingdom." 22 But Jesus answered, "You do not know what you ask. Can you drink the cup that I am about to drink and be baptized with the baptism I am baptized with?" They said to Him, "We are able." 23 So He said to them, "You will indeed drink My cup, and be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with, but to sit on My right hand and on My left is not Mine to give, but it is for those for whom it is prepared by My Father." 24 When the ten heard it, they were greatly displeased with the two brothers. 25 But Jesus called them to Himself and said, "You know that the rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them, and those who are great exercise authority over them. 26 It shall not be so among you; but whoever desires to become great among you, let him be your servant. 27 And whoever desires to be first among you, let him be your slave- 28 just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many.

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silas knew the bare minimum of cultural holidays - he did back in the day & he knew even less now, but the ruckus in town because of the village had piqued his interest & so he'd investigated ahead of time, found out that work was off the entire weekend for everybody unless they worked at the festival & that there would be twenty-four-seven celebrations, which was quite interesting, actually. they said there would be food, fun & alcohol to be had - on top of other festivities, like a theatre performance (or something?) & a big bonfire, which definitely caught his interest. bonfires felt a little like home, he .. remembered his last in willowshire with dante chasing him around the town square in fricken public.

he thought about some sort of family trip, but wasn't quite sure to what extend he could ask all of them to go anywhere together. well, silas mostly worried about taj & dante, who were still being incredibly stubborn. well, taj was. part of him appreciated his concern, but .. there was no need. balis had seemed a lot more relaxed when it came to dante, but then again he'd never met him before new haven, so maybe that was why. still, he wanted to at least take balis & sammy while it was early, they'd meet up with dante there as he'd been at the shop in the morning. "balis, you comin'?" silas was waiting by the door, little sammy was seemingly unhappy with her boots, but silas had already dropped to one knee to fix whatever issue she might had while they waited.

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Palang Pintu Kereta Explained in Fewer than 140 Characters

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Airhead Behavior Turns into New Human Norm As Underachievement Reaches New Heights

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But to infuse the proceedings with correct levity, allows initial existing NewsLaughs 10 Slams For New Heights In Underachievement.

Then properly switch to These gifted and resilient human beings who refuse to partake in the throughout the world slide towards the moronic and, as an alternative, valorously persist within their commendable quest for overachievement.

Here's Ten Slams For New Heights In Underachievement

1. The insurgents in Iraq, for explosively undermining the tranquil and progressive rebuilding of their own nation, in conjunction with terrorists all over the place, for cloaking murder with spiritual-speak evidently with no noticing that their verbal yip God is excellent and operational guideline Existence is cheap are at idiotic odds with one another, given that, if God is excellent, Hed only make wonderful items, just alike an excellent dumbbell maker would only make wonderful dumbbells.

two. The Taliban in Afghanistan, for running to preserve by themselves from any Idea of actually religious actions, which ought to, for all Gods chillin, incorporate effusive mutual thing to consider, not forgetting the identical for ones Most likely turban-tossing self, together with Islamic militants of similar ilk wherever they so mercilessly inflict their airborne medievalism.

three. The Palestinians who preserve firing rockets at Israel, which are literally metaphorical rockets theyre firing at their woeful selves.

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six. All governments who shrug their shoulders at the human part in building the world way too toasty for your survival from the Dairy Queen as well as other components of human everyday living that involve cooler temps to carry on.

seven. People today on the house front who cant appear to restrain by themselves from killing associates of their own individual people, let alone other innocents who happen for getting in just how in their illicit intentions, as well as the occasional individual who continue to seems to come across it required to consume a fellow individual.

eight. Guys who insist on kidnapping and sexually molesting Females, whether or not age 5, twenty five, or 95.

nine. Company execs who cant appear to maintain their fingers out on the until or usually consider the companies theyve been dependable to carry out will talent to get a mighty significant spill.

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1. Health care scientists who keep on with their lifestyle-enhancing quest for medications which will get rid of most cancers, address AIDS, depopulate mosquitoes, and deal with other amenable results in of human distress.

2. Tech wizards, who get up every single day shiny-eyed within their target of advancing the revolution in conversation, mechanical drugs, and all other promising fields of extrapolation.

3. Politicos and execs who are deserving from the have faith in that Management entails and distinguish themselves during the services of its inspiriting get in touch with.

four. People who really do have confidence in liberty and democracy, which, inconveniently For several, features the knowledge to abstain from trying to make Everyone march in lockstep with their own under universally inviting enthusiasms.

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five. NASA, for continuing to believe in the benefits of Room exploration, even during the face of a great number of limited-sighted cutbacks which the space age is beginning to sense like a desire of a more farseeing age.

7. All lecturers who care, besides people who cant seem to resist sexually molesting the scholar overall body.

eight. Intelligent people just about everywhere, including Invoice, Melinda, and Warren for philanthropy that proves Santa Claus doesnt often gown in purple and say, Ho, ho, ho!

nine. Wonderful people anyplace, Regardless of how wise, dumb, educated or ignorant These are.

ten. Every person who appreciates the ultimately incomprehensible reward of life and recognizes that executing the very best we could with it's the surest way to distinguish our personal life and Convey reverence for whatever gifted it.

Might the 1st 10 winners read about the second 10 and judge to affix them. Billions would cheer. And truly quickly can be an actual boon.

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THE DECISION

After my 26th birthday and an epic trip to Seoul, South Korea last year, I knew I had to somehow make turning twenty 7 even better. I initially planned on going to Turkey but the political climate was too much for me to risk a visit. I was very staunch in finding the perfect place to mark another year of life. Per usual when I make plans, I extended an invitation to some friends but ‘adulting’ got the better of them and so they couldn’t make it. If you recall my last travel blog you’ll know that I have no qualms about traveling alone. Then it hit, I watched so many episodes of reality tv shows with the cast going on these extravagant trips, so why can’t I do the same? That goal was achieved when I booked my holiday for Bali, Indonesia. As an avid viewer of Bravo and a fan of The Real Housewives of Orange County, I recalled how much fun they had in Bali and I knew that would be the right fit. I mean, you don’t have to be affluent to travel, so Bali had better brace itself for the Keirn Up. (cc: my good friend @scheanamarie)

SOARING TO PARADISE

On February 14 I boarded China Eastern Airlines flight MU744 for Bali. As I sat in the plane, all I could think about was how much fun this whole experience will be. I was more anxious than ever before for the plane to take off. As most of my friends know, I can fall asleep anywhere and at the oddest times, which is what happens every time I travel. It doesn’t matter if it’s a 30 minutes car ride or a 16 hour flight, Keirn will be knocked out. Like clockwork, I was out like a lamp and before I could change sleeping positions, the stewardess interrupted with “Excuse me sir. Would you like chicken and rice or beef and noodles?” I couldn’t be angry at her because if it’s one thing I love about flying, is the delicious and well prepared airplane food (you can disagree if you want haha). I had layover in Beijing, China and had to switch planes but it wasn’t long before I was back in the air. I was a bit shocked to see so many Chinese traveling to Bali. Yes, I boarded a plane in China but that meant nothing. LOL. Oh, in case you were wondering, I took the chicken.

After 3 hours and 20 minutes of flight from Nagoya, Japan (NGO) to Beijing (PEK) and 9 hours of flight from Beijing (PEK) to IGusti Ngurah Rai International Airport (DPS), I was finally in Bali.

“It was so hot, the heat hit me like a mack truck driving at 120 MPH on the freeway”

SALAMAT DATANG DI BALI (WELCOME TO BALI)

Unlike the housewives, I had no grand greeting party nor a luxury vehicle waiting for; or so I thought. When booking my trip, I opted this time to use Airbnb. (A man’s gotta save some coins for a rainy day :D). I didn’t want to be in the centre of the tourist area nor did I want to be too far out of the city and have to worry about transportation, so I reserved a quiet Joglo in Denpasar which was only 30 minutes or less from the airport. It was also very accessible to the beaches and close enough to the key attractions. Rudy, my host, had arranged my pick up from the airport. I walked around and saw my name on a sign being hoisted in the air. It felt surreal. I’ve never had my name written on a sign before, nor did I ever have a driver wait for my arrival. Coming off of the tourist high in Seoul, I felt more confident in this new role and fully embraced the character I’d assume for the next couple of days. While I didn’t have a greeting party, I did have a luxury vehicle and that was enough for me. Take that OC! 

It was so hot, the heat hit me like a mack truck driving at 120 MPH on the freeway. I began peeling off layers of clothing in the airport parking lot while Mandus, my driver, retrieved the car. For some reason, I forgot that my comfy winter attire wasn’t right for this Bali weather.

It wasn’t long before we arrived at our destination and instead of a house, cuz that’s what I pictured it to be, I shocked to see a fully functioning resort of some kind. I was tired, not because jet lag, but the heat had sucked every life out of me. I was given a key, shown my room and off to bed I went. No, I didn’t give my driver a tip. I have great excuse I’ll share later. (Hopefully it’ll hold up LOL)

  DAY 1 – SHARED TOUR WITH NEW FRIENDS

I slept like a newborn after being suckled by his mum on fluffy white clouds for pillows. Never have I ever felt so rested. I heard birds chirping in the distance and reached for my phone to stop the alarm. To my amazement, it wasn’t my phone that emitted those sounds, but actual birds in the garden. I was indeed in paradise. Without hesitation, I took a warm shower and went to the garden to see what the plan  was for the day.

Last year, I stayed at a guesthouse which included breakfast but since this was an Airbnb I had to pay. Given my budget of 500USD (about 6.7 million rupiah ‘IDR’) I didn’t want to take the chance of purchasing breakfast so I gobbled down my bottle of water with the utmost urgency. Water never tasted so good. It sounds cheap but I had no idea if the cost for breakfast was more expensive when compared to restaurants on the island. Besides, I had plans for more my birthday that would require me to use most, if not all my cash.

I met the host, Rudy, and other members of staff. They were extremely warm and friendly (as they ought to be). I was informed of a shared day tour that they had planned and asked if I was interested. Um…did they think traveled all the way from Japan to sit in my comfortable room? Not that it was a bad idea haha! “Heck yea!” I chirped. (Chirped. Get it? LOL) This also meant that transportation (45USD) for the day would be split three ways. Not a bad way to start I might add.

Ben, Faye and I boarded our vehicle and headed for our first stop on the day’s tour. This time, we had a different driver than the one who picked me up from the airport. Rudy seemed to have thought about everything as our driver, Wayan Sudar, spoke English really well so he was able to provide valuable information when requested. Remember when I said I’d tell you why I didn’t tip the first driver? As it turned out, Ben and Faye had the same dilemma. We didn’t know the acceptable amount to tip someone in Bali. It was agreed that it was better to not tip than to offer money that can’t even buy gas. We arrived at a Batik place that made sarongs. I’ve heard about the work that normally goes into making these lovely pieces of art but seeing it up close made me so appreciative of this experience.

Astonishing work

Making a sarong

We then visited Taman Ayu Luwak Coffee where our palates were met with the most scrumptious teas and coffees, Luwak Coffee, you could ever find. What was even more astounding was how the beans are harvested. That I’ll spare you the details cuz you may never look at coffee the same way again.

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Batuan Temple was next, which would set the precedent for what to expect when visiting temples in Bali. It was here that we learnt one very important use of the sarongs. Upon entering every temple ground in Bali, one has to cover themselves if they aren’t covered properly from the waist down. As with every culture and religion, the Balinese have their traditions and practices so we had to abide by the rules. Else, risk being denied access and being seen as a rude, obnoxious tourist. I was fascinated by the amount of tourists that were at the temple. As one group left, another would enter. I was once again part of this tourist brand and it was a damn good feeling. Let me just say, if you’re ever planning on visiting this temple, though free, a contribution of about 75USD is expected. “Don’t moan about it, just do it.” I thought to myself, this is what being a tourist meant.

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If you thought Day 1 was even ready to be complete, you better think again. It was noon just noon and already we had a bellyful of knowledge about some Balinese culture. The sun and heat were brutal. We needed to seek refugee. Luckily, we had a well air conditioned car that would provide solace. Ben and Faye are from England, which meant lunchtime was just as important them as it was for me. Wayan drove us to Grand Puncak Sari Restaurant for lunch. When we arrive there, we noticed it was buffet style setting. My belly let out a growl so loud from hunger, you’d think it was Gerald Butler as Leonidas in the movie 300, yelling, this is SPARTAAAAA! At that moment, any consideration about my budget was out the window. I cared very little for taking a picture or snapping shots of the restaurant. The hunger was real and I wax extremely ravenous. Heck, I’m even getting hungry writing this. LOL! We sat down and in little time, devoured our first round. I felt like I had one an olympic gold medal for having lasted 3 hours without food (due in part to my own misery ways). Lunch was divine but after two rounds, it would have been gluttonous to pursue a third. We were done.

Beyond the restaurant was the Kintamani Volcano. I’ve never been that close to a volcano in my life and I was both intrigued and nervous. It last erupted 10 years ago, so do the math. Haha!!

Kintamani Volcano

HOT SPRING AND A KECAK DANCE

Exhaustion from viewing the beauty of Kintamani Volcano called for a relaxing time in one of Bali’s most famous hot springs, Toya Devasya. I had no plans of actually bathing in the spring but when I entered the premises, I was enchanted. The property was adorned with an purple elephants, accentuated by the black an white paint. This felt like the advertised Bali you’d find in a pamphlet. The cost was about 100USD and once again, my budget flew out the window. To top it all off, I didn’t pack any swim trunks so I had to purchase one for a measly 50USD. FML!

Day 1 was almost over. I didn’t think anything could make even better. I was wrong. You can’t go to Bali and not attend the Kecak Dance. The dance is usually accompanied by 100 men in chorus which tells the story of how Rama rescued his wife Sita from the devious Ravana. The dance was a sight to behold especially when one of the dancers danced over, on and the fire.

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The Kecak ended around 8pm and I was ready to head back to Rudy’s. When you’re having fun, time really flies. Since I was on a spending spree, I ordered dinner from the kitchen and was given a traditional Balienese meal, Nasi Ayum Betutu. I wish I had taken a picture of this well prepared meal but hunger got the best of me. 

Day 1 was filled so many new and exciting experiences. I could only imagine what the rest of the holiday would be like. Stay tuned for part 2.

Till next time.

reallyGOBBY: Keirn

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Whose idea was it to take a trip to your parent’s holiday home in Bali again? You like to think it was you; it’s better than thinking you were manipulated into it by your boyfriend. Touya isn’t a bad guy, he just knows what he wants. Always. He wanted you, he got you. He wanted your virginity, he got it. He wanted this trip, and here you are. You flew out before him. You wanted time to set up and get organised. You got balloons and rose petals to try and make the place a little romantic. It was your first vacation together, after all. But it was less than desirable news when Touya called you a few days after you landed. The day before his flight. He’s bringing a plus one.

He should have asked before inviting his best friend Keigo along.

All hostility towards your boyfriend is dropped when you see him. This is the longest you’ve been apart since you began dating. He sees you bounding towards him, he drops his luggage to the ground and picks you up in his welcoming arms. It’s easy to blame the scorching weather, but you flush hot when he asked if you missed him. He missed you. You’re his favourite girl, why wouldn’t he miss you?

He sets you down so he can introduce you to Keigo. You’ve heard of Keigo, sure, but this was the first time you were meeting him. High school best friends, apparently. You met Touya at a gig in the big city. And you found out later you were attending the same university.

Keigo seems sweet. A warm smile and honey eyes you could easily get lost in.

He expresses his surprise that Touya managed to secure himself a beauty such as yourself. Touya thwacks him jovially with the back of his hand before picking up his luggage again.

He wants to see inside. He wants to see the bedroom.

You take them both inside. Of course you’ll show Touya where you’ll be sleeping for the next two weeks, but did he really think you weren’t going to give them both a tour of the whole place?

The look in his eye was obvious. He’d had a long flight. And did you hear him? He missed you. He really fucking missed you, y’know? Yeah sure. He missed talking to you in person, he missed your scent, he missed your warm embrace. But he missed you. Your body. He doesn’t really care about the house right now. He needs to see your form wrapped around him, the way he’s moulded you to fit him perfectly, and he wants to look at your pretty face while he ruins you. You’ll let him, right? He’s sure you’ve missed him, too.

“Babe, bedroom.” he commands, already walking in the direction of the room you explained would be yours. You don’t follow, however.

“No, Touya, you’re not my only guest. Have some manners.” you respond. You lightly graze Keigo’s shoulder before showing him the rest of the house. Touya feels like a fucking idiot right now. Since when have you ever been able to turn him down? It’s almost like having some time apart from him has granted you the ability to wriggle out from under his thumb, if only a little. But Christ, this shouldn’t be happening.

Why did he bring Keigo again?

He managed to stave off his temptations after your initial rejection. Fortunately, the rest of the evening was very enjoyable. You’d stocked up on plenty of alcohol, although you opted not to drink too much. That was the general consensus in the room. Two or three beers each, nothing crazy.

Neither of the boys could believe it when you appeared from the cupboard with a pile of board games in hand. They aren’t usually Keigo’s thing, but you assure him there’s nothing better than a few drinks and some board games. Well, monopoly definitely would have been more enjoyable if Touya didn’t flip the board in a rage when he hit bankruptcy. Yourself and Keigo were laughing so hard your stomachs hurt. Touya laughed too, maybe it was a little over the top.

“I’m actually crying, that was so funny Touya.” you announce. They both look at you to confirm the tears streaming down your face. You did your best to wipe them away with your fingers, but they wouldn’t stop coming.

“Here,” Keigo speaks. He picks a packet of tissues from the inside of his pocket. Touya kisses his teeth, of course golden boy is prepared. What kind of a grown man carries tissues around with him, anyway?

“Ignore him,” you respond taking a tissue from Keigo’s hand. “thank you Kei, I appreciate it.”

“Oh… He’s Kei now, huh?” Touya teases, jostling his elbow lightly into your side.

The cute nickname makes Keigo blush ever so slightly. It isn’t picked up by you nor Touya. It’s sweet, a few people call him Kei, Touya isn’t one of them. To Touya he’s just Keigo. Occasionally he’s ‘bird bitch’ – an endearing insult upon his high school nickname: Hawks.

Tensions are high as you pull out a deck of cards. The boys want to play poker, how trite. You tell them so, too. They clearly just want to prove what real men they are. You don’t know how to play, and you’re not letting them play without you when you don’t know the rules. So, they sigh when you tell them the options are snap or go fish. It’s nice to see them actually have a smile on each of their faces as you all enjoy a game of go fish together. It’s relaxing but still fun. Snap, however, is another matter. Tensions are high and you’re all anxious. Mistaken snaps are laughed at and then you all almost blow the roof off with your yells when you see two cards that match.

You congratulate Keigo on his win, and then announce that you’re tired.

Touya jumps to his feet. There’s only one thing on his mind, finally – you. He’s practically growling in your ear. “C’mon baby, bed.” he whispers, not quietly enough for it to go amiss by Keigo. Why did Touya invite him here? He didn’t come all of the way to Bali to listen to you guys fuck for two weeks. He huffs, and retires to his own bedroom.

But Touya misunderstood, massively. You had zero intention of fucking him. Didn’t he hear you? You’re tired. As you lay on your side in the darkness of the room, Touya spoons you. He really is desperate. It’s more than that, he’s aching for you.

“Baby… please.” he begs, “I’ll do all the work. Just… let me finger you at least.”

Poor, poor Touya. He really needs it bad, huh? You suspect it’s a carefully thought-out plan in his mind. If he fingers you, you’ll get horny, and you’ll want his cock. That’s how it always goes down. But tonight, you’re determined to stay strong. You don’t want his cock. But you won’t turn away an offer of his perfect fingers playing so nicely with your pussy.

You’ve always been a quiet moaner, it doesn’t bother Touya. It just makes it extra special when he coaxes a louder one out of you. He’s seated a little upright with your back against his chest. One of his hand slips under your wife-beater vest to touch your nipples. He rolls them carefully between his callused fingers. His other hand, his dominant hand, is teasing your folds. An embarrassing moan falls from your lips when you witness him suck two fingers into his mouth, wetting them before they make contact with your clit.

Even at your quietest, it doesn’t go unheard by Keigo. He lies awake with the sounds of your sweet huffs ringing through his ears. Touya is mumbling something, but it’s barely audible.

Touya is furious when he makes you cum and you still don’t want to fuck him. You roll over and fall right the fuck asleep. He supposes his own fist will have to do. Keigo has heard enough. Hearing you moan isn’t the worst thing in the world, but the last thing he wants to do is listen to his best friend cum all over himself. Keigo jumps out of bed and heads towards the kitchen, a nice drink of water before bed will clear his mind, he hopes.

He stands facing the sink with a glass in hand, he’s taking his time. His idea didn’t work, all he could think about was you. Keigo startles as he hears the door to your bedroom open, regaining composure when he hears his friends heavy feet slapping against the tiled flooring. He makes no effort to close the bathroom door quietly after himself, isn’t he concerned about waking you up? Of course he isn’t, he knows you’re a heavy sleeper.

Keigo assumed he’d go right back to bed after he’d cleaned himself up.

He thought wrong.

“Oh, you’ve had the same idea as me, huh?” Touya speaks, trying to remember which cupboard the glasses live in.

“I guess so,” Keigo answers without turning around, “nearest to the fridge, idiot.”

Touya snickers before retrieving a glass. It isn’t lost on him that he only knows that because he actually paid attention to you when you gave your tour; while Touya couldn’t focus at all with thoughts of fucking you senseless running through his head. He approaches Keigo, eager for access to the sink.

“Can I—?” Touya asked, wanting him to move away. It was uncomfortable, for whatever reason Keigo was still refusing to face his friend. Touya filled his glass and shrugged his shoulders. Whatever was going on, his curiosity would have to wait until he’d quenched his thirst. Keigo cringed at the audible sounds of Touya swallowing his water. The liquid spilled from the corners of his mouth and ran down his chin. He voiced an overdramatic ‘ah’ as he drained every drop from his glass. He slammed it down on the counter top, wiping away any traces from his mouth with the back of his hand. “Somethin’ wrong?”

“No.”

“Then why won’t you look at me?” Touya wonders. “Oh… you heard us, huh?”

“N-No, I—”

“She’s quiet. And you still heard. Hm. Did you like it? Get off on my girlfriend cumming around my fingers?” Touya pestered. His usual lilt in his tone making it all the more irritating. He’s such a bastard, Keigo wonders why he’s friends with him sometimes.

“Shut up, I’d never—”

“That’s why you aren’t facing me, you’re ashamed right?” he continues. “Fucking face me!” Touya speaks raising his voice. He shoves Keigo’s shoulder enough to make him look at him. Finally, he sees what the problem is. He sees why Keigo was so reluctant to turn to him. How humiliating. How… interesting. “Aw, your cocks all hard for my girlfriend.”

Keigo is red in the face and hot to the touch. Why’d you have to be so cute, huh? So nice and sweet to him too. He feels like a creep. A gross, weird letch. But how could he not get hard when he thinks you’re so pretty and perfect? He pushes Touya to leave, entirely over the conversation and desperate to return to bed and forget the whole thing.

Wind is knocked out from under him as Touya pushes him, pinning Keigo against the nearest wall. He tries to yell, to argue. But soon Touya is pulling down both Keigo’s boxers and his own sweatpants, freeing their hardened lengths. Before Keigo can argue, Touya’s hand is wrapped firmly around his shaft, pumping away and revealing just how wet he got over the sound of his fingers in his girlfriends cunt.

“T-Touya,” Keigo mutters. “Fuck, f-fuck you. What are you—?”

“Pretend it’s her,” Touya commands, showing no signs of stopping as he jerks off his blonde friend. “your cock is so wet f’me… Just pretend my hand is her sweet little cunt.”

Keigo shudders at the thought. But he can’t bring himself to push away Touya. His eyes are closed. He’s imagining, he’s imagining you. Your lovely, melodic voice as you speak so kindly to him. Your charming laugh. Your breathy moans.

He doesn’t know how to handle himself when Touya smashes his lips against his own. It’s a fierce entanglement as he establishes dominance over his pathetic, weak friend. Touya’s body is pressed close to his, humping him gently as he continues tugging on his cock. He sucks and bites hickeys into his neck as he continues working him. The sensations are exhilarating.

“You’re still a virgin, right?” Touya questions. Keigo nods, shamefully. “You’d love her tasty pussy, it’s tight. You’d think she’s still a virgin, too.”

“O-Ohh – fuck – Touya, please.”

“Please what?” he wonders, hand rubbing over Keigo’s fat cock head. His pre leaking and dribbling in the palm of his hand, “Please, keep telling you about my girls little snatch? Hm?”

Keigo can’t stop himself from humping into Touya’s palm. It’s the most action he’s gotten in his entire life. He’s helpless to the touch. His eyes remain firmly closed as he tries to lose focus on the thought that it’s your hand instead of his. What the fuck is wrong with Touya? He knew he was an asshole, but he didn’t think he was so low as to cheat. He didn’t even know he had a thing for men. Or is this just a sick power trip for him?

“What is it about her? Hm? What makes your cock hard for my girlfriend?” Touya asks, picking up the pace with his hand as his own rutting length against Keigo becomes harder.

“Fuck, u-um,” Keigo groans. It’s broken speech as he tries to gather his spiralling thoughts. His head is thrown back and he licks his lips. Chest heaving as he tries to recall what exactly it was that made him feel like this. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows in tandem with his thoughts. “She’s j-just, just nice, Touya. Really nice.”

“I know baby, she’s my fucking girlfriend after all.” he speaks, twisting his wrist to add more friction to his pulls along Keigo’s shaft. He was grabbing onto anything to steel himself, finding it increasingly difficult to hold back. “Gonna cum? Huh, Kei? Pound her f’me. Fill her little cunt up.”

“J-Jesus, Touya—”

“She’s so close, fill her up. Let her milk this cock.” Touya begins stroking himself for the second time that evening, fully hard and ready to cum right along with his friend. Keigo’s hips are bucking wildly against his hand. “That’s it baby, good boy.” Touya taunts. Keigo knows he’s picking on him, trying to make him feel small and pathetic under his touch and the weight of his words. But fuck, it fucking works.

Keigo’s cum jets out of him. It’s almost outrageous, coating both his own and Touya’s abs. Touya’s hand is completely covered, the tacky sounds of him continuing to masturbate him through his high makes Keigo cringe. He feels disgusting when he feels warmth at his pelvic bone. Touya’s cum dribbles out of him and onto Keigo. The blonde’s chest is heaving, unable to believe his first orgasm with another person was due to his best friend. Touya’s recovery time is almost immediate, though a little out of breath, he makes quick work of cleaning his friends white cream from his abs and his fingers.

“Messy boy, such a big big mess Keigo. Aren’t you embarrassed? You just sprayed yourself.”

Touya pats his shoulder and turns a corner, heading back to lay by your side. It’s the type of pat you give a friend after a pep talk. Keigo supposes that’s kind of what this was. Just a little less talking than expected.

How is he going to look you in the eye tomorrow?

He doesn’t. He avoids you as best he can, in fact, Touya as well. He lounges outside on the sunbeds topping up his tan. He isn’t seen without an alcoholic beverage by his side all day.

This goes on for numerous days. You start to worry if you did something wrong – you didn’t, of course, Touya assures you of that. Apparently the ‘bird bitch’ loves to go in little sulks from time to time.

He’s assures you he’ll come out of it eventually.

You hope he’s right.

And he is.

Keigo randomly comes out of his funk, expressing he’s eager to make cocktails for everyone tonight. He’s known at his own university for making the best drinks, allegedly. Touya gives him credit, too. He makes a mean long island iced tea. And tonight, you do decide to get drunk.

You’re only here a limited time after all, right?

It seems Touya got more than he bargained for with his own cocktail. What was the reason a handsome man such as Keigo had never been able to fuck someone? Because he’s a socially awkward creep who loves drugs. He loves them so much, he brought some along for the trip. Touya, despite appearances, has never touched a drug in his life. He thinks it’s a fools game and wants no part of it.

So, it hits him hard.

Perfect for Keigo, he wants revenge. And he wants you, for real this time.

Touya comes around, tied to a chair with zip ties. Each of his legs is connected to a leg of the chair, and his arms are bound behind his back. He can’t be seeing what he thinks he is, can he? Everything is too blurry. But it comes more focused. Yes, he is seeing exactly what he thought. Keigo balls deep in his girlfriends hole.

“T-Touya-“ you whimper.

“Oh, finally awake huh?” Keigo says, Touya fights against his ties to no avail, “Made her pussy sound so good, wanted a test run for myself.” Keigo tells him.

“Get away from her. I’ll fucking kill you, bastard!” Touya bites. Keigo hisses.

He forces your knees closer to your chest as he fucks harder into you. You’re a little louder than normal. Touya’s panicking now, is it because he’s better than him? That can’t be. He’s a fucking virgin, after all. Your head rolls to the side, and then it becomes clear to him. It’s because you’re crying. Fuck. You’re crying. He wants to rip Keigo’s throat out. But he’s helpless against the ties.

He’s been fucking you for a little while already. It’s obvious he’s been watching too much porn, you instantly deduce that he has little experience or knowledge. He plunged inside of your gummy walls with one thrust, and rutted into you slowly. You weren’t sure if he was trying to get you used to his size or if he was trying not to cum on the spot.

“You better fucking get off her and let me go, she’s mine!”

“She’s mine now, Touya.”

He couldn’t stand to see this. And he couldn’t stand how helpless he felt. All he could do was see your sweet face knot as his friend put all of his weight behind each thrust and his fat cock head pounded against your cervix. It felt good, of course, but it wasn’t Touya.

He hates himself. He hates how he feels, he’s never felt so disgusted with himself. But with a soft laugh, Keigo grabs your jaw in one hand and forces you to face your boyfriend.

“I think he likes seeing you get fucked sweetheart, his cocks hard.”

“I’ll kill you for this.”

The threat falls on deaf ears as Keigo continues his assault on your body. He had no idea pussy could feel so good. And Touya was right, you were fucking tight around him. Just like he said – you could be mistaken for a virgin.

He wasn’t sure of himself or confident in his actions, but he lowered his head and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. Keigo thought it’s something he should do, rather than it be something he wanted to do. You were staring at Touya, the way his cock was twitching at the sight in his sweats. You weren’t sure if you were allowed to be mad or not. He can’t help it, and he can’t help you. And still, you feel so betrayed.

Keigo forces you to look him in the eyes again. Grabbing your face and turning you to face him, his forehead rests on yours. Panting breaths dust over your features.

“Look at me, not him. I’m the one fucking you. I’m the one making your pussy feel good.”

Touya was doing all he could to fight against his restraints. He knew it was hopeless. He knew he couldn’t help you. All he could do was sit and watch the show.

It amused him how quickly Keigo came, and you had made no indication that you were going to cum along with him. But even with his dick softening, he didn’t care. He didn’t want to be done with you. He didn’t want to let go of the warmth your pussy brought. A feeling of belonging.

Touya could feel his balls tightening. No way. No fucking way is he gonna cum hands free. He is though, he can feel it building up. He’s fucking aching and the way you’re crying and doing your best to take his friends length is getting to him. He’s sweating, he can feel it drip from his hairline and down by his ears.

“Keigo fucking untie me!” Touya orders, a begging tone behind his usually calm and collected speech. You’re both facing him now. You can see the way he’s writhing around and desperate for his release. Keigo smirks. “Please!”

“Tell daddy how good my cock feels sweetheart, how big I am.” Keigo demands.

“’m so full, daddy. So full of his cock, so big f’me.” you tell him.

You’re biting your lips and rutting your hips against his. This time you think you will cum with Keigo. You can’t help it either. You cum softly, breathing sweetly in Keigo’s ear. He forces you to kiss him. This is love, isn’t it? It’s got to be. He isn’t long after you, filling you for a second time with his love. Your body is spent. For such a quick lay you sure feel fucked out.

He pulls out and flips you onto your stomach. Keigo forces you to bend one of your knees and moves it up by your side like a common sleeping position. He just wants to split your pretty pussy lips open so that Touya can see what he did. His watery cum gushes out of your clenching hole, missing the feeling of being full of his erection.

It’s enough to make Touya cum against his will. It all remains securely in his sweats since he was unable to lower them himself. Keigo stands to his feet, freeing his friends cock to see for himself. Damn, it’s almost impressive. Thick creamy white release is webbing in his sweatpants and completely coating his drained cock. Should his ego be so swollen for making Touya cum without touching himself? Was he that good at fucking you?

“Messy boy, such a big big mess Touya,” Keigo jeers, throwing Touya’s words right back at him.

“Fuck you.”

“Aw… Are you embarrassed? You sprayed all over yourself.”

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ArShi SS: The 9 Months Deal #1

Chapter One: Securing The Deal

It was the perfect Sunday morning. The air was cool, sun warm and the soft rush of the ocean. Even an early riser like Arnav Singh Raizada remained in his bed, watching the tides wash one after the other in harmony. 

Khushi snored in peace, her hair disarray, mouth open, limbs flung around Arnav like a ‘self declared sloth’. Arnav attempted to adjust her arms, he was sure she’d wake up with a cramp.

Somehow in their seven years together he hadn’t figured out how and why Khushi slept in a Takewondo pose. 

Arnav chuckled as she tried to wake up. 

“Good morning,” He grinned as she squinted at him, the sun, the bed and the ocean visible from their room. 

Bali

Khushi shot up from the bed, her multiple tasks running through her head. 

“Arnav ji-”

“I already spoke to our family, they’re doing well and asked us to enjoy our honeymoon.”

“Haww! And-”

“I booked our trip to the sanctuary-” Khushi attempted to get up, “but it’s not until three in the afternoon.” Khushi slumped against his shoulder, grinning at the prospect of few more hours of sleep.

“But Aarav-”

“-called him, gave him our love and he is enjoying hosting the summer camp. Apparently Sheesh Mahal is quite the location. And Aman has gone grey from handling twenty children.” Khushi slapped Arnav on his chest as he grinned at Aman’s misery.

Ever since Aman and Anjali begun actively converting Sheesh Mahal into an orphanage, Arnav loved to hear the details of Aman tripping over old wires or personally attempting to handle five toddlers at once. 

It’s all a sweet revenge for flirting with Anjali, in front of Arnav Singh Raizada. 

“Good. Also, talking about Aarav...” Khushi quieted, idly drawing patterns on his chest. 

“What?”

“He said he would like to have a younger sister, or brother.” 

Arnav and Khushi looked at each other for a moment. 

“Do you want-?” “-aap kya chahte hain?” They both chuckled. 

Life was good. Their careers were successful and no longer demanding, Aarav was everything a parent could ask for and their marriage had only strengthened over the years. 

“Aarav would be thirteen years older than his brother, or sister.” Khushi mused.

“Di is twelve years older than NK.” Arnav pointed out.

“So you’re ok with our baby being the NK of the house.”

“Youngest, of course. An idiot, probably no- arrey Khushi why are you hitting me!” Arnav laughed as Khushi hit him with a pillow.

“Aap bhi na, but yes, then I think that’s fine. Also, there’s a really good clinic nearby so we can get my implant removed.” 

“So you are serious about this.” He asked. To be honest, his heart did start fluttering from the minute Khushi spoke about having a child. 

“I am. Are you? Irrespective what I or Aarav want.” Khushi asked.

“Well I am starting to realize that we took our trip at a very convenient time. Excellent work Miss Gupta.” Arnav grinned.

“It won’t be all roses Mr. Raizada. Remember when Lavanya ji wanted to murder Nanhe ji? They’re made for each other, tab bhi.” Khushi shuddered remembering the days NK thought he could chuckle how he could fit two of himself in La’s maternity clothes.

“I wouldn't blame that on pregnancy.” He quipped, to receive another swat on his shoulder. 

“Mr. Raizada, another word about Nanhe ji and I’ll seriously reconsider shortening our honeymoon.” Khushi warned. She was cute when she was angry.

“Miss. Gupta, you’re forgetting that your will won’t work much when you’re sitting naked in the bed with me.” Arnav lifted his eyebrow as Khushi sputtered between being angry, scandalized, turned on, and frustrated. Arnav laughed and pulled a protesting Khushi in his arms. 

“But truly, you’re sure, sure of having a child.” Khushi’s anger was immediately replaced with joy. 

“Yes.” She whispered. 

“So let’s seal the deal?” Khushi grinned as Arnav cupped her cheek and leaned for a kiss. 

“Do you seal all your deals like this?” Khushi mumbled between kisses.

“Only if the other party is Miss Gupta.” Arnav confirmed. 

“I think we should postpone our visit to the sanctuary and prepone the one to the doc,” 

“And extend our honeymoon?” Arnav persuaded her with another kiss.

“Of course.” She grinned. 

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed chapter one! This is again going to be a collection of one shorts (so they’re all complete independently as well as read well as a story) and I hope you had much fun reading this as I had in writing it! Dedicated to @thecharlesboyle 

- JWB

[maletfsstories]

FOREIGN INTEGRATION PROGRAM FINALE

Denpasar, Indonesia

Brad was scrolling on his Instagram after a day filled with women and alcohol, being the son of a rich oil tycoon from Texas gave him the opportunity to travel around the world.

This time he was in Bali Indonesia, he came there with some of his friends from his football team, for the past days he and his friends had all the luxuries they wanted, they even rented a yacht for some midnight partying.

After todays pleasure filled day Brad decided to skinny dip at night.

His friends were coming too but first they had to eat something for dinner, they went to the resort's restaurant and waited for the server to come.

The guy serving them was a native, he couldn't speak english well and confused Brad's order many times, when the server left Brad and his friends made fun of the man's level of english.

When their food had arrived they made fun of the server again this time at his face, the server retired himself quietly because of the backlash he could receive if he responded back at the men that were humiliating him.

When they finished eating Brad and his friends walked towards the beach area of the resort, but before they could reach it Brad saw a strange stall next to the exit.

Brad told his friends he would meet them at the beach later because he really wanted to know what was the stalls purpose.

He entered the stall and got comfy in the chair which apparently was the only furniture inside of the stall.

Suddenly a wall size screen turned on, it loaded for a while and when it was done an artificial voice was heard inside the stall.

"Hello welcome to the Foreign Integration Program how can I help you?"

Brad looked at the machine as it now displayed a list of flags, he remembered the indonesian one so he pressed it.

Then a list of sentences in indonesian appeared, he pressed one of the sentences in annoyance as he didn't understood the language the stall was displaying.

Suddenly the machine attached to the screen started to do a buzzing noise, Brad moved backwards as the machine continued buzzing, he wasn't worried if he had broken it, after all he had a lot of money.

He tried to leave the stall to tell the staff of the hotel what had happened but the door of the stall was locked, he tried using his phone to call his friends but for some reason it wasn't getting any signal.

Suddenly his expensive designer clothes disappeared from his body, with his body naked to all to see, he banged at the door and screamed for help but nobody came.

Without notice his body started to feel hotter than usual, sweat droplets covered his forehead as his bones started to crack and his muscles started to diminish in size.

His imposing stature of six feet two slowly decreased until it left him at five feet seven, his huge muscles gained by exercises and football practices became smaller leaving him lean and athletic but not overly muscled.

His skin filled with tattoos cleared itself from any ink and became more paler, his blonde hair in the top of his head became black, his face reformed itself until it left him with a southern asian look, his face was now more younger and his pupils became black in color.

His age decreased from twenty to eighteen as the stall around him dissolved into nothingness.

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Brad woke up in one of the staff rooms of the resort, he was completely naked as the day he was born, the difference is that he wasn't born as an asian which completely contradicted his reflexion in the staff rooms mirror.

He looked and touched his new face with surprise and shook, slowly and without notice his hands slowly moved downwards until they reached his waist.

His hands then reached his new asian instrument, he gave himself the pleasure of his life as he stimulated the wood that had been formed.

After a while he came in his hand, while he cleaned his fingers from the white liquid his head was slowly filled with memories of his new body.

He remembered being born to a poor family in Denpasar, growing up and working in everything he could since he was little to help his family.

With this in his mind Brad or Bintang as he was now called grabbed a server outfit out of a small closet with a new sense of determination and responsibility.

While he putted on the clothes an old smartphone in the night stand next to his bed buzzed after receiving a new message.

The message was in indonesian which he now understood fluently, it said he had two months in the body of Bintang and after V two months were over he would revert to being Brad again.

After reading the message and finishing putting on the server clothes he walked out of the staff room and went to the restaurant ready to serve the breakfast service.

[sxfterhearts]

19. [5:57 pm]

“Please Miss, please! I have to sit with Y/N.” The boy begged his primary school teacher while tugging her shirt with his sweaty palms. He started to tear up and his lips began to wobble.

“Youngjae, calm down.” His form teacher, a sweet lady in her late thirties, bent down to his height and held his hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “You don’t have to get on the roller coaster ride if you don’t want to.”

“But I-I… I promised Y/N I would do it.” The seven-year-old boy admitted, his cheeks flaring up in embarrassment. “I want to do it, Miss. She told me she’ll help me get over my fear of heights.”

“Are you sure about this?” Her eyes flashed in concern, fully aware of the boy’s crippling fear of anything tall and high.

“I-I’m positive.” Youngjae answered determinedly as he dragged his fists across his eyes, clearing away tiny, warm droplets of tears.

“Go ahead, then. Y/N is waiting for you. I’m proud of you for taking on this challenge, Youngjae. I’ll treat you to an ice cream once you’re done.” The teacher patted his head as a form of encouragement, hoping to provide the boy with some extra strength.

“Thank you, Miss! I’ll see you later!” He yelled excitedly as his little legs carried him towards you, waving with enthusiasm.

“Hurry up, slowpoke! There’s no queue for the roller coaster yet. If we hurry we’ll be able to make it onto the next one.” You urged him as the two of you ran to the front of the queue, waiting eagerly for the ride to return.

Youngjae was certain that his teacher’s pep talk helped him feel braver and more willing to face his fear, however the moment the over-the-shoulder restraint came crashing down, a sudden flare of panic appeared within his stomach. He wrapped his arms around the rubbery material for security, but it did little to dispel the growing sense of horror.

“You alright?” You turned towards him, your face split into a giant smile as the ride began to move at a gentle pace. You were quite the daredevil and loved the thrill of extreme rides, so it came as no surprise that you gleefully dragged your best friend onto this roller coaster.

“I-” Youngjae took a huge, forceful gulp as he looked beyond your face and saw the amusement park grounds gradually shrink.

“Look at me, Youngjae. Don’t look down, just look at me.” You said firmly, trying your best to comfort him.

“Can I… Can I hold your hand?” He asked in a small voice, barely audible amongst the roar of the wind from such a height. “Please?”

You grasped his hand with both of yours tightly. “Don’t look down.” You repeated, aware that the ride was about to approach its first drop. “Look forwards, or look at me, okay? You’ll be fine. You’re safe here with me.”

The boy nodded nervously, physically and mentally preparing himself for the ride of his life.

Needless to say, Youngjae screamed and screeched the whole way until his throat was sore and his voice, hoarse, while hanging onto your hands with a death grip.

//

The sensation of your ears popping as the elevator ascended to the thirty-eighth floor was a mild discomfort, but you were too busy basking in the comforting heat provided by the elevator’s heater that enveloped your chilly body. Beside you, an excited twenty-one-year-old Youngjae bounced on the balls of his feet, both in anticipation and to warm up his frozen extremities. He couldn’t wait to exit the metal box and get a glimpse of the birds’ eye view of Sapporo, covered in a thick blanket of white snow.

The moment a sharp ding sounded from the speakers, he promptly intertwined his gloves-clad fingers with yours and yanked you towards the huge windows, unable to wait any longer. You allowed him to drag you around the three-hundred-and-sixty-degrees observation deck of the JR Tower, feeling a strong sense of déjà-vu from a particular primary school trip to the amusement park with the same boy.

Back then, seven-year-old Youngjae had timidly asked for your permission before holding your hands. The little boy with a paralysing fear of heights who was beyond terrified of roller coaster had agreed to give the ride a shot, on the sole condition that he was sitting right next to you. While eight-year-old you were fairly certain that you temporarily lost all sense of hearing for the remainder of the afternoon after his notorious screaming, you were so, so proud of him for overcoming his fear. Somewhere between the third and fourth drop of the ride, you even remembered hearing his familiar laughter, indicating that he did indeed enjoy himself.

The Youngjae staring at Sapporo’s night view with a wondrous expression was entirely different. Throughout the years, the little boy who was a couple of inches shorter than you had overtook you in height and grown up to be a fine-looking young man. He even sat on a few more roller coasters (always with you by his side), had warmed to the idea of dancing on rooftops and wouldn’t mind standing on a cliff lookout after a challenging hike.

Feeling an overwhelming sense of pride blossoming in your chest, you fished out your phone and sneaked a photo of your interlocked hands, complete with a backshot of Youngjae and the amazing night view as the background. You typed a short caption and posted it onto Instagram, smiling to yourself in satisfaction.

“Babe, look! Isn’t that Mt. Moiwa? We took the cable car up to the peak yesterday afternoon!” He exclaimed, body leaning as close as possible to the glass as he stuck a pointed finger in the direction of the popular sightseeing spot.

Another thing you were proud of was the fact that your boyfriend agreed to get onto the mountain’s cable car in the first place. Its four walls were made of crystal-clear glass and there were no seatings available. Despite the fact that he stuck as close to the centre and as far away from the windows as possible, you were pleasantly surprised at his bravery. “The map says it is!” You replied, indicating to the large map on the wall beside the window. “And that must be the rooftop Ferris wheel, the one we saw on the way to our Airbnb.”

Youngjae nodded in agreement. The two of you stood in silence for a while with his arm coming around to hug you close to his side as you took in the breathtaking view of the twinkling city lights. As a flurry of snow blew across your line of sight, you felt utterly content with your choice of destination for your graduation trip – Hokkaido in the north of Japan.

“I’m really happy that we decided to visit Sapporo.” Youngjae murmured before bending down to place a cheeky peck on your lips.

“I was thinking the same thing. Also, this view is beautiful.” You sighed dreamily. “We should take a couple of selfies to make the boys jealous. This definitely beats partying by the beach in Bali.”

Youngjae chuckled at your words. Just as the two of you were getting into position and trying out different angles, a loud growl from your stomach interrupted your photo-taking session. “You’re hungry already?” Youngjae asked in disbelief. “We just had egg sandwiches and fried chicken from Lawson a few hours ago. I swear your stomach is like a bottomless pit.”

You gave him a playful shove at that. “Let’s quickly take the photos and grab dinner. I really want to try out this famous Soup Curry place near the Susukino tram station.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

On the way down to the ground floor, you checked your messaging app and found two messages from Youngjae’s hyungs.

JayB [6:01 pm] Thank you Y/N for your hard work throughout these years in helping our Youngjae with his acrophobia~

Markk [6:03 pm] He used to freak out and cry when he was younger, our little Youngjae is all grown up now….

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Sick Little Games: Twenty-Seven

“You wanna talk?” Nat said gently, handing you a bottle of water.

“Not here,” you sigh, “Too many ears.” The spy nodded. She could understand that. Agents were lurking everywhere, and she could already hear the rumor mill churning. By this time tomorrow, you were gonna be having a baby with Thor or Bruce so they could raise the kid, and Sam was gonna be mad about it.

Stupid.

So stupid.

And usually, the pair of you might have a good time causing a few more rumors. But right now, you look like you just went ten rounds with Tyson, and she hates it. And she understands. Programming never really goes away. It can go dormant. It can be shouted over. But it’s there. Always there. And it never really goes away. Natasha helped you to your feet and sighed, “Come on. We’ll go get lunch.”

“I don’t know if I can eat,” you tell her.

“Well,” she said, “You can watch me eat. I’m starving.”

“Okay,” you say, smiling a little. She throws an arm carelessly over your shoulder and kisses your cheek.

“Chinese?” she suggests, hoping that she can tempt you to eat something.

“Just as long as there’s alcohol.”

“You can’t get drunk,” she snorts.

“I know. And I miss it so much... I really miss drugs.”

She rolls her eyes, “Degenerate,” she teased. But there was no real heat. She knew how easy it was to lose yourself in overindulgence. And she knew your drugs of choice had been depressants and hallucinogens. Things that dulled the world around you and made it feel more bearable.

“Don’t knock it,” you sigh, rubbing the back of your neck, “The closest I can get now is having sex for a few hours.”

“Which I’m sure Barton is more than happy to help with,” she said, smirking.

“Are you kidding? He’s thrilled.”

Natasha snorts, “Oh, I’m sure... Thanks for that, by the way. He’s a lot more focused on missions.”

You smile a little, “I gotta be good for something, right?”

The spy gives you a look and frowns at you.

“What?” you ask, feeling self-conscious. She has a really unique way of making you feel naked when she glares at you like that.

“You’re not a fuck toy,” she says, “You’re not just here for him to Fuck and Bucky to get a hate boner for.”

Yeah?” you counter, “Then why is everyone obsessed with my reproductive capabilities.”

She snorts, “Mostly because you and Clint will make some really adorable, really fucking clumsy babies. But also because if any of us has a chance to make the whole white picket fence thing work, it’d be you.”

You lean against the car for a second and rest your forehead on the cold metal, taking a deep breath. “You know,” you say after a long moment, “I really- before all of this. And HYDRA. I wanted to be a Kindergarten Teacher. I was maybe 7. They’d put me in the Tree of Life school by then... I was the only girl in the class that didn’t write ‘mommy’ as a dream job on my cute little paper. So my teacher wrote a note home. Said I needed discipline. So Stirling knocked out four of my baby teeth.”

Natasha blinked at you slowly and exhaled, “Can I kill him?”

“Get in line,” you snort, “I got dibs if we ever get to take him out. Fury said so.”

Natasha didn’t have to ask any more questions after that. And she didn’t need to know what had been said to you by anyone to trigger this particular thing. Marriage and Family had some bizarre stuff tangled up in your head. And pressure on it was probably gonna make you bolt. Or unravel a little. Nat made a mental note to talk to Clint. She knew he wasn’t going to press on you for anything. Mostly because you could literally tear his head off if you ever wanted to (not that you would, she amended). But he needed to know. He needed to understand if you started getting cold feet. She didn’t think she could stand it if you broke up. Not now that you’re together. It’s just adorably right. Sweet. And it suits you. You glow differently when someone loves you the way you should be loved, and Clint is a better person when he has a reason to look after himself. She wants you to have a happy little family and a house somewhere. You deserve it. And it would be nice to have a new little vacation spot.

“Get in,” she sighs, “I can’t believe you already called dibs.”

“Well, I mean. Coulson tried it, but I told him I lived the Cult life so like... I overruled him.”

“I mean, That’s fair,” she admitted, waiting for you to buckle your seat belt.

“Are you serious?”

“We’re not doing the passive-aggressive death wish shit today,” she said, fixing the mirrors.

You roll your eyes but buckle it, sticking your tongue out at her, “Not like it’d kill me anyway.”

“Not the point, Y/N,” she said, “And you know it.”

______________

Clint sheathed his practice sword and sighed. He wished it was your day to beat up rookies. This batch was cocky, and they seemed to think he was “less” somehow. He’d really love to see you go a few rounds with some of them and made a mental note to put a bug in Steve’s ear about it.

The training room was quiet now. Quiet and Clint was grateful for it. It gave him time to think. Time to plan. He could see a future, so clearly, it made his chest ache. It was the first time in his life that he could look forward and not feel a vague sense of dread. He wanted that future he saw. And he wanted it with you.

Clint exhaled slowly and started towards the door planning on a shower. What he didn’t expect on was colliding with Steve’s chest, “Sorry, Steve,” he said, stepping aside as Steve put a hand out to steady him before he fell over.

Steve chuckled, “No worries,” he said, “Distracted?”

“A little,” Clint said, “Trying to figure out how I want to extend the dining room and add a little Atrium.”

“I didn’t know you were handy like that,” he said, amused.

“Yeah,” Clint snorted, “Offseason for the circus meant I had to get a hobby.”

Steve nodded, “Sounds like you got a nice little house picked out.”

“Y/N already had a house,” Clint corrected, “I’m just planning on making it a little better.”

“Oh,” Steve said, “Wait- When did she get a house?”

“Where do you think she went when he disappeared?” he asked.

“Hawaii?” Steve suggested, “Mexico? Bali? I just figured she went somewhere warm.”

“I mean sometimes,” Clint said, “But she goes there more often.”

“Got rooms picked out for a nursery?” he teased.

“No,” he said, “But we did decide to give the boys the attic. Plenty of space and no convenient way to sneak out.” He can feel his cheeks heat. He had kinda figured out where to put an eventual baby, but. He was reluctant to bring that up with you. At least not until you were actually married and settled in.

“Good tactical Advantage,” Steve said, “Her idea or yours?”

“She did the “escaping a Cult” thing before. She kinda went buck wild for a little bit, I guess. So she figured she’d make it harder for them to do. Keep them from learning some stuff the hard way.”

“Y/N? No way?”

“Lots of drugs, Steve,” Clint clarified, “Some weird passive-aggressive death wish.”

Steve frowned, “I didn’t know that.”

“Not many people do,” Clint said, shrugging, “She’s not really proud of it. Even if she will occasionally cop to missing getting high.”

“I-”

Clint held up a hand to stop him, “Before you get all moral compass on me,” Clint said, giving him a meaningful look, “Remember. She didn’t figure she had anything to live for. Also, remember that mind control can really fuck someone up.”

Steve snapped his mouth shut and nodded.

“And that’s why,” Clint continued, “She and Natasha get along so well. They understand what it’s like to be reduced to one biological function. To be told that all you are is that one function... And that’s why I’d really appreciate it if everyone would stop talking about it. You can tease me about it all you want. As long as Y/N can’t hear you.”

“Fair enough,” Steve said, exhaling slowly. “I never thought of that,” he admitted.

“No one does. Not really,” he said, “They’re too well adjusted. Or at least, they can pretend to be.”

“Well,” Steve said, “At least she’s doing better now.”

“Yeah,” Clint said, feeling a little bit of pride. “Yeah, she is.”

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