#PALM HILL GOLF

[abiekeypro]

SEQUOIA HILLS PALM HILL GOLF SENTUL BY TRINITY DEVELOPMENT

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#BOGOR #CBD #CLUSTER #DIJUAL #INDONESIA #JAWA BARAT #KONTRAKTOR #LRT #PALM HILL GOLF #PROPERTI #PT. SENTUL GOLF UTAMA #RUMAH #sentul city #SEQUOIA HILLS #SIRKUIT SENTUL #TRINITI LAND

[evan-collins90]

Lush & verdant hotel selections from the book, 'The Hospitality and Leisure Architecture of Wimberly Allison Tong and Goo' (1995)

1-3 - Hyatt Regency Cheju - Cheju, South Korea

4-6 - Shangri-La Hotel, Garden Wing- Singapore

7-9 - Palm Hills Golf Resort and Spa - Okinawa, Japan

All designed by the firm, Wimberly Allison Tong and Goo (WATG)

#80s #90s #hotel #design #interiors #interior design #lush #greenery #plants #garden #watg #architecture #scans #hospitality #warm #resort

[hysteria-things]

please write a story where either chris or matt is veryyyy dominant and can throw the reader around (might sound weird) but like a size difference 🙏

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you feel sex deprived when you go camping with your boyfriend and his brothers for a few days, and you don’t think you can wait any longer.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, heavy petting, semi-public (?), marking, p in v, degradation, mentions blood, ROUGH

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,038

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: combined these two because they both fit the idea when i was brainstorming! hope you guys like it :)

“is everybody in?” matt asks as he turns the keys into the golf kart ignition. the boys have a campsite on a campground, and you guys have been going camping every few weeks. it’s summertime, so it’s the perfect weather to do things.

the campground is nice. it’s big with other people’s trailers there, dogs and little kids run around from morning to curfew.

doing activities like this is nice to get away from life for a bit, especially social media. having to text people back can be so exhausting.

a seatbelt clicks behind you. “yup. all ready.” chris says.

the sun is setting, and you hear the weekend band playing in the distance. matt’s driving of course, and you’re in the passenger seat. nick and chris are in the back facing outward.

the music starts to get closer as matt drives down the small hill that leads to the main part of the grounds. there’s a dog park, a horseshoe game setup, a lounge, and a playground/basketball court. the stage is just outside of the lounge and the bathrooms are on the other side.

there’s a fire going in the middle of where the picnic tables are. people from around the campgrounds are either sitting or standing by their golf karts, some dogs barking as well.

kids play on the playground and matt finds a spot to park. rainbow beams flood the air from the stage, the band singing whatever country song they’re playing.

fairy lights hang on the trees above. the four of you get up from the kart, heading closer to the stage. not too close, but close enough to get a better view.

the music is loud, people’s voices echoing through your head. cigarette smoke enters your nostrils and the sounds of beer cans opening flood your ears.

you would think this type of scene isn’t for the triplets and you’re not wrong, but something about being in the wilderness is so calming.

matt wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close and swaying to the music. the only downside of this trip is that you can’t have sex.

not to sound like a fiend, but you get sexually frustrated when you go a few days without it. you bite your lip as you start getting dirty thoughts in your mind, squirming in your boyfriend’s grasp.

“you okay?” he asks, a little loud so you can hear him over the music.

“mhm,” you say with a nod.

you put your hands behind your back, reaching towards matt’s crotch. it’s dark enough that people can’t see what you’re doing, but they’re all distracted anyway. however, you’re so close to his body that people definitely can’t see what you’re doing.

you start to palm his dick through his jeans, and he takes an arm off your shoulder and holds your hand still. “stop.”

obviously, you don’t listen, and you move your hand again. he’s starting to grow at your touch, but grips your hand tighter. “stop.”

you look at him innocently over your shoulder, your hand movements becoming faster on his erection. he groans, thrusting his hips slightly into your palm.

“we’ll be right back,” he says out of nowhere, lifting you over his shoulder since he’s so much bigger than you. he walks away before the other two can say anything, and he doesn’t bother taking the golf kart.

nick and chris stare at each other. “they’re going to fuck.” chris says, taking a sip out of the pepsi that he brought with him.

“oh, yeah.” nick agrees.

the walk back to the trailer feels short as you giggle back. matt’s boner hurts like a bitch as he opens the door and goes into the bedroom, throwing you onto the bed. “think you’re funny, huh?” he says lowly, immediately taking his shirt and jeans off.

you don’t say anything. except you look at him with doe eyes. then, he starts taking off your clothes. you’ve been waiting for this.

his dick springs out when he takes his boxers down, and it does look like it hurts.

he starts to crawl on top of you but then flips over causing you to gasp. you’re now straddling his lap.

you don’t have a chance to react when he grabs your hips and slams you down onto his cock. you whine as you feel him stretch you out completely. you start to bounce slowly, putting your head into his neck to leave kisses.

matt hisses when you bite down, sucking and marking his neck. you repeat that action multiple times, still bouncing painfully slowly.

he sighs annoyingly, flipping you over once again and pulling you closer by the legs before slamming into you immediately at an ungodly pace.

“matt!” you scream, your nails digging into his shoulders. “f-fuck!”

“you think you can tease me and get away with it? think again, sweetheart.”

you whimper, your back arching with each thrust. you repeat his name along with moans and cries of pleasure.

“or is this what you wanted?” he asks, grunting at the sudden pain in his back as you drag your nails when he hits your g-spot suddenly. “i should’ve taken you right then and there so people know what a fucking slut you are.”

“i-i’m—” your cut off when your legs start to shake, your eyes rolling back when the knot in your stomach is close to snapping.

the scratches you’re leaving on matt’s back start to bleed the deeper your nails dig, and he moans at the feeling. “you’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that shit.” he says through gritted teeth, getting close to his orgasm because he knows he’s making you feel this good.

a shaky moan leaves your mouth when you start to cum around his dick. he grunts as he thrusts into you two or three more times before pulling out and cumming on your stomach.

you pant and quiver, a smug smile on your lips. matt turns his back to retrieve your guys’ clothes, and your eyes widen. his back is red, scratches of different shades running down his bare skin. “your back… is fucked up.” you say between pants.

he smirks. “wouldn’t be the first time.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @hearts4chris @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom @tillies33ssss @sturnifyed @mayhem-72 @ripmattitude @p1xieswrld @alorsxsturn @txssvx @sttzee @multiluvr @delilahprentiss @matthewsspecial @idkhowtosleep @sturniolho @suga-daddy-69 @tworosesblackthorn @luckistar-posts

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #✎ ⤾ haleigh’s requests!

[pagesofkenna]

rereading Trials of Apollo, I don't actually remember how The Burning Maze ends, but at least at the beginning...

I'm always on edge when people try to tell desert stories from a not-desert perspective, because invariably the narrative becomes 'deserts are morally bad, we will fix this hot problem by turning this into a more morally acceptable biome, nobody in their right mind wants to live here (so the people who live here must be villains)'

and now this kind of traditional European fantasy is taking place in my backyard so of COURSE I'm nervous!

but then the way Rick introduces it is like........... here are all these dryads who live here. this is their home. they are the spirits of the nature that is here because this is a natural place, no less so than the places filled with different plants. they want to protect it from drought and wildfire too, but in absence of those they'd still exist, because the desert would still exist, because the desert is natural

like, I'm still nervous, because it's so fricking easy to say that the desert is OK but show that the desert must be 'fixed' to be acceptable, but I feel like Rick at least gets it in a way most fantasy storytellers do not

#also based on the description i feel like their base is more in the hills about Palm Desert than Palm Springs? #i don't think theres actually a ton of golf courses near downtown Palm Springs #but i get that thats too much specifics for the casual reader lol #anyway this is to say that i completely forgot this book heavily featured my literal backyard

[sadesluvr]

The Hills (Part One)

JJ hates his menial job, but there’s a certain customer he lusts and loathes in particular.

(JJ Maybank x Reader)

A/N: This is based off of my Poolboy! JJ idea, and mean girl! Reader was the most popular (I'll probably write for a Housewife! Reader too though) This is my first time writing for OBX, but I’ve been meaning to put this out for a while🤭…I have ALOT more scenarios to play with, so this will be Part I of 3, but can also work as a one shot if I get lazy. 

Not fully proofread, so sorry for mistakes!

Enjoy, and minors DNI.

Word count: 2.4K

Tags: SMUT / Poolboy! JJ / Mean!Kook! Reader / Degradation / Hatefucking / Teasing / LOTS of sexual tension / Unprotected sex / Light biting / JJ is feral and a little scary but it’s hot / Creampies

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“Halle, grab the middle one would you? That way I can see Daddy on the golf course,”

Barf. JJ already knew what time it was.

For a girl who had it all, your life was rather methodical. You and your two friends would strut to the pool at 2PM on a Saturday, straight after your one o’clock tennis lesson and hours before you’d be whisked off to some fancy restaurant for dinner. That was your life, which, on multiple occasions, he’d heard you describe as “totally unfair”.

Sarah Cameron may have been the Kook Princess, but you were very well next in line. You were always draped in some kind of designer; was never one to miss a manicure, and kept yourself camera ready, as if there were a paparazzi around you. Still, you may as well have been, as you had all the friends, lovers and admirers a celebrity would’ve had.

However, you seemed to lack one special, but huge thing - basic fucking decency. 

In short, you were a bitch. 

And there was no one you were a bigger bitch to than JJ.

He never believed in your false virginal, ‘Daddy’s Little Princess’ spiel, and with good reason. You were snide, ungrateful, and had never even said as much as a ‘Thank you’ to him. 

Once, you’d even managed to ’accidentally’ spill a drink on him.

Without a doubt, today was going to be one of those days.

“Hey, poolboy? We’ve been here for ages and you haven’t even gotten us an umbrella. Do you want me to fucking die?” you scoffed, brow raised expectedly as your two friends, Bree and Halle and snickered beside you. 

“Chill out, ‘kay?” JJ said, rolling his eyes. “They’re in the same place they usually are. It’s not like you can’t do it yourself,”

“Do I look like a slave? Fetching umbrellas is what you get paid to do. Now hurry up and get us some Margaritas while you’re at it,” you said sweetly, a fake smile plastered over your face as you waved a hand dismissively.

Clenching his jaw, JJ was about to retort when one of his seniors, a middle aged man rather indistinguishable from the rest, intervened.

“Is there a problem here ma’am?”

“I don’t know, JJ,” you retorted pointedly, his name laced in venom as you spoke. And yes, you did know his name. Poolboy just rolled off of the tongue better. “Do we have a problem?”

Wincing, the blonde ran his fingers through his hair before shaking his head.

“Nah,” he said through gritted teeth. “None at all.” 

He disappeared with a click of his tongue, blatantly aware of your smirk as you peeled off your scarf that hugged your waist. The lacy fabric danced off of your body to expose your torso and bare legs, glistening in the summer heat like a mirage in the middle of a desert.

As JJ clenched his fists, he couldn’t ignore the similar tightening sensation in his shorts, and quickly readjusted himself. 

He just couldn’t give you that kind of satisfaction.

Not for now, at least.

“Yikes, I know her —“

“—How could you not?”

“So Pope’s one of her groupies…Got it.”

“I am not one of her ‘groupies’, okay? She’s got the whole island palm of her hand. Of course I’d know of her!”

“Whatever…Groupie,”

The Pogues were sitting at the Chateau, forced to listen to JJ’s rant about ‘Little Miss Brat’ from the country club. It was obvious to all of them that JJ, though not quite yet in love, certainly had a crush, information that was particularly striking to Sarah.

“I totally know what she’s about,” Sarah said lazily, tossing her hair. “Rich, pretty, all round self proclaimed bitch…No wonder my brother has this huge crush on her,”

JJ blinked and pursed his lips. The mention of the Kook king was triggering enough, but more so that he was infringing onto Kook territory far more than he expected.

“Rafe’s into her?”

“Big time,” she shrugged. “She’s never paid him any time of day, though. ‘Could probably do better anyways…”

JJ clicked his tongue, and began to rapidly drum his fingers on the windowsill. He couldn’t help but smile as he gazed out onto the greenery, and his leg bounced in tune to the made up beat. 

“He’s gonna do something stupid, isn’t he?” Pope said quietly from across the room.

“What?!” he said, turning to the rest of the group, hands raised in defence. “You really think I’m gonna be stupid?”

“When are you not stupid?” Kie said flatly, to which Sarah nodded.

“Not much faith in you, buddy,” John B added.

“Wow, thanks guys,” the blonde said sarcastically, climbing to his feet and heading towards the door. “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna smoke. Feel free to join me once you’re done with the dogpilling, ‘aight?”

He couldn’t wait for Saturday.

To his surprise, you’d shown up that weekend with relatively no fanfare. You were sitting in the same spot, dressed in your signature swimwear, with a short floral sarong clinging to your waist. Large sunglasses shielded your eyes as you basked in the rays, something that JJ was all too happy to interrupt.

“If it isn’t Little Miss Fortune…Where’s your entourage? Have they finally come to their senses and ditched you?” he said, stepping in front of you to block the light, eyeing the empty sunbeds on either side of you. 

You didn’t flinch.

“Shut up JJ, I’m not in the fucking mood,” you snapped, before waving a hand dismissively. “Just get me my usual,”

The boy grinned.

“So you do know my name? Or was that a recent development…?”

Scoffing, you pulled your glasses down to your nose before smiling at him sweetly.

“Of course I know your name,” you purred. “How else would I be able to make a complaint to your boss?” you finished with a shrug.

“My boss?” He choked. “What the hell do you want to speak to him for?”

“Don’t play dumb, Maybank,” you continued, gracefully swinging your legs to the floor and swiftly standing up. As you did, your breasts bounced slightly, a sight that came second only to the sight of your hips moving as you began to walk back into the building.

JJ furrowed his brows, swiping a tongue over his lips subconsciously as he followed you.

“I’ve seen you checking me out,” you hummed, side eyeing the way the blonde stalked you through the corridors. “I’m pretty sure that’s sexual harassment,”

“Jesus - fuck - you’re such a bitch, you know that?” he sighed frustratedly, running his hands through his hair.  As you neared the opposite end of the hall; just around a corner by a supplies room, you stopped, turned and smirked as you faced him. 

There was no denying that he was sexy when he was angry; with his hair becoming tousled and pointed like mini devils horns, and the passion in his blue eyes growing deeper by the minute. You were more than aware that he was no prize, but sometimes the forbidden fruit was often the sweetest.

“I mean, how do you wear those skimpy little tennis skirts and swimsuits and not expect any guy to look?” he said, exasperated, but the rigidity of his body told you otherwise.

“So you don’t deny it?” you grinned. “Interesting…”

JJ let out a loud sigh.

“Look, not that it matters to you, but I can’t fucking lose this job. I’m already on thin ice,” he said, suddenly grabbing your arm as if he were about to throttle you. His firm grip and his equally stern voice sent a tingle down your spine and eventually pooled in your loins. It certainly wasn’t the aircon that was giving you goosebumps.

You scoffed and pulled your hand away, making JJ bite his lip.

“That’s not my problem!” you spat, beginning to walk away when JJ stopped you again, this time cornering you up against a door. You blinked as he wedged you between the surface and his toned arms, one leg brushing dangerously against your own to keep you in position as his pelvis was pointed towards your own. Trembling, a raspy voice emitted from his throat as he cautiously looked around.

You were alone. Just the two of you.

“…W-What is your problem?” he said through  gritted teeth, eyes furiously locked onto your own. “Did you break a nail? Daddy cut your allowance, huh? Haven’t been fucked in a while?”

Pausing, your brows raised slightly upwards as your lips parted at the statement. Any other guy who would’ve said that to you would have ended up with a swift kick in the balls.

The blonde chuckled, and you couldn’t help but notice that it wasn’t genuine, but out of pity.

“…So that’s it, huh?” he laughed, and you bit down on the inside of your cheek, casting your gaze to the floor. It wasn’t lost on you how a sly smugness was smeared across the boy's face, his pink lips glistening as he ran his tongue over them.

“You know, I could probably help you out with that, but I know that a guy’s gotta have a thousand dollars to —“

You cut him off by planting a swift kiss on his lips, draping your arms around his neck as you gently grazed your manicured nails across his skin. He wasted no time in pulling you in by your lower back, and you rubbed your front against his hardened cock, more than aware of the lack of material between you two.

Before he could get too cocky, you pulled away.

“If you say one goddamn word about this, not only will you be fired, but I’ll ruin whatever you and your little Pogue friends have on this island, got it?” you said, voice hushed.

JJ smirked, and saluted.

“Yes ma’am…” he snickered, and you rolled your eyes, quickly taking his hand and dragging him into the supply closet, before intertwining yourselves together again.

“Daddy’s taking me home in ten,” you breathed between kisses. “We don’t have all day.”

“Lady, I don’t want to hear about your ‘Daddy’ right now,” JJ said, lithe fingers sliding down your body to squeeze your ass, absentmindedly pressing his cock against your thighs. He wanted you; all of you, but truthfully he knew that there was one way he wanted to take you.

Mean girls deserved punishment. Mean girls deserved to be fucked like the bitches they were.

JJ let out a soft groan as you felt your way into his swim shorts, bucking his hips into your hands as you jerked his cock in a haste to put him inside of you. Pressing your back against the wall, you arched your back as you waited for him to take you…but it didn’t come.

“JJ…” you whined. “Don’t waste my fucking time…”

“Woah, there. Pretty eager, are we?” he grinned. “What makes you think we’re doing it on your terms?”

You were about to answer when JJ placed a finger to your lips, running his finger down to your chin and caressing up your jawline, holding your face still in his hands.

“Bend over.” he said, borderline emotionless, and you slowly obliged, nodding as you spun and pressed your face against the cold wall. JJ exhaled from his nose, eyes locked on your body as he stalked you, slowly kissing along your neck as he left rough love bites, tracing down to your collarbone and causing you to let out a soft, yet impassioned moan.

“JJ…You can’t do that…”

“My bad, princess,” he scoffed, pulling his lips away from the crook of your neck. “I wouldn’t want to ruin your image and all…”

He pushed your stomach against the wall, and you arched your back slightly, allowing him access to slide his fingers into your swimsuit, rubbing the outside of your folds before pushing the tip of his dick in.

JJ considered himself to be a guy who liked the fast life, but he was going to take his time with you. 

Call him cocky, but he knew this wasn’t going to be your last time.

Though he had a fairly regular girth, his cock had a decent length, and you could feel a prominent vein pulse within you as he rocked his hips in and out of your desperate cunt. His hands tightened around your hips, groping at the soft flesh of your ass through gritted teeth as he revelled in the sound of your moans.

“Shit,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking wet…How long have you wanted me, hm?”

“This is nothing,” you insisted, squeezing your eyes shut as you focused on the painfully pleasurable sensation. “Don’t let it get to your head, Maybank.”

“Oh, so the way you’re gripping my cock is nothing, right? Jeez, you could’ve fooled me, princess,” he laughed, biting down on his bottom lip. “What would Daddy say if he saw his Kook princess getting railed like a whore by a dirty Pogue, huh? Shit, I bet Rafe would fuckin’ lose his mind…”

Your stomach formed knots at the statement, and you felt your legs tremble as you clenched around him. His cock was hitting each and every untouched crevice perfectly; every withdrawal and thrust of his hips making you want him more. JJ was rabid; fucking you like he couldn’t figure out whether he wanted to kill you or consume you. Judging by the way he pawed at your body, you were sure that you wouldn’t be able to walk back to the foyer (tomorrow morning was another story) without looking like you’d been in a catfight.

Mouth agape, you managed to turn your head just enough to face him - his face flushed and glassy eyed - and locked eyes before you spoke. Whether it was your biological high or something rather deeper, you were able to see the beauty in him. JJ was rugged, certainly rough around the edges, but he was beautiful.

“JJ…” you whispered. “I-I I need you to cum…”

“Already on it, m’lady,” he snickered, and angled his head to pull you into a sloppy, passionate kiss as his pace, though quick, became more shallow and disorganised - almost convulsing as he felt himself begin to come undone inside you.

JJ ran his hand through his hair, separating the clumped strands that clung to his forehead. His heavy pants soon became gentle breaths; but he didn’t let go of your body, instead beginning to trace small circles on your hips as he softened inside of you. Once the time was right, he pulled away, careful to tuck himself back into his shorts.

Although he couldn’t place it, he knew he felt different. 

PART TWO

#florence writes!! #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #obx smut #obx x reader #obx imagine

[bunnyhugs77]

Love's Swing and A Miss

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Content (subject to change): head of operations! jungkook, emotional attachments, oc is a tad entitled, unlabelled fwb, suggestive themes, jungkook is the main character, heartbreak, vaping, mentions of boarding school, mommy issues, insecurities, indecisive oc, gaslighting, guitarist! Jk, they have a special spot :( love at first sight? implied that oc is a woman of colour, no toxic masculinity here!!, sexual themes, gardener! Jin and hospitality! Namjoon support group, ft jimin, jealousy, oc is thicc, sneaky links,

Other Content: multiple smut scenes, switch! jk, making out, overstimulation, jk cries? switch! reader, slight brat! oc, size kink, sm praise, body worship, jk is so pussy whipped, possessive oc, minor spanking, missionary, closet sex, skinny dipping, oc is bold, penetrative sex, soft dom! jk, protected and unprotected sex (wrapt it b4 u tap it), oral sex (f! and m! receiving), begging, hickeys, hair pulling, doggy style, almost getting caught :)

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Under the golden midday sun, the golf course sprawled out before Jungkook in a picturesque panorama of lush green fairways and shimmering ponds. It was an ordinary day on the links, with golfers in their crisp attire moving about, but something extraordinary was about to unfold.

As Jungkook concentrated on his task at hand, the rhythmic clinking of golf balls echoed around him. He'd been working at the Hamilton Hills Country Club for quite some time now, but today was different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it until he heard the distant hum of a golf cart approaching.

Turning towards the sound, his eyes widened, and time seemed to slow. There, gliding gracefully on the golf cart, was the sexiest, most stunning woman he'd ever seen. Her sun-kissed skin gleamed like polished bronze beneath the vibrant rays. Her long, buoyant curls caught the sunlight, casting a radiant halo around her.

She was a vision of elegance and allure, her attire a perfect blend of sporty and sophisticated. As she rode beside her father, who was concentrated on the path ahead, she exuded an air of effortless confidence.

Jungkook's heart quickened, and an unfamiliar warmth washed over him. The golf ball fell forgotten from his palm as he watched her, mesmerized. The world around him blurred, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like it was just him and this captivating woman.

He couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated not only by her beauty but by the grace with which she moved. It was as if she held the secrets of the summer in her very being. The very smile she flashed his way before passing him left him intoxicated.

As their eyes briefly met, a rush of emotions coursed through Jungkook. It was a mixture of awe, admiration, and a tinge of nervousness. He felt like he'd stumbled upon a hidden treasure on this ordinary golf course.

In that brief, stolen moment, as she glided past him, Jungkook's world had shifted. The memory of that encounter would linger in his mind, setting the stage for a story he could never have predicted, a story that would change his life forever.

#jungkook #jungkook fic recs #jungkook smut #bts #jungkook ff #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts one shot #btssmuts #bts jungkook #btsoneshot #jungkook oneshots #oneshot

[celtics534]

Little Moments That Pass Us By Chapter 7

I hope you all still like this cute little series. Because I'm still working on it :) This chapter has 2 of my favorite things: competitive and flirty hinny!

ENJOY!

Also read on: FF.net or AO3

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First Date - June 1998

  “I hope you realize that I’m gonna crush you at this,” Ginny said, her wicked smirk curling her lips as she took the putter the attendant offered her. She ran her hand up his arm as if soothing him. “I mean we both know I’m a quick study. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure not to gloat too much.”

  Harry snorted. Not even a minute into the game and Ginny was starting her cheeky talk. “Are you sure about that? I mean, which one of us was the youngest seeker in a century?” 

  Ginny raised a brow at him, her grin widening. “That’s only because I wasn’t there to steal it from you. The rest of the time you were just grandfathered into the position. I mean, which one of us caught the last game winning snitch?”

  “Only because I was in detention,” Harry defended “Besides, I really was the winner that day.”

  “Oh and pray tell how were you the winner that day when you’d been stuck in detention with Snape?”

  He leaned down, placing his lips under her right ear. “Because I caught you, my own personal golden snitch.” Harry could feel her shiver as he slowly moved down her jaw to find her mouth. He was only an inch from his goal when someone cleared their throat.

  He jerked away from her, looking at the annoyed mini golf attendant. ”Here are your balls and putter, sir.”

  “Thanks. Thank you,” Harry said awkwardly. He could feel the burning heat on his cheeks as he took the offered items. “I’m — um — you know —”

  The attendant just rolled his eyes before moving back into his little stockroom. They stood there in silence for a moment before Ginny gave into her giggles. 

  She lifted a hand up to his cheek as she spoke through her laughter. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you turn quite this red before. We’re basically matching.”

  Harry gave her a weak shove, making her laugh harder. “Shut it, you.” Ginny, however, didn’t follow his suggestion. Instead, she laughed harder. Harry rolled his eyes. He held open his palm to show off their ball options. “What color do you want?”

  Ginny tamed in her giggles, her shoulders still shaking with silent laughter. Harry was about to turn towards the first hole when Ginny grabbed his hand, pulling him close to her. She rose onto her tiptoes, her breath warming the skin just below his ear. “By the way, I’m pretty sure it was me who caught you first. I had you in the palm of my hand way before that day. And I still enjoy taking you into my hands.”

  Harry jumped as her hand brushed dangerously along his inner thigh. Her lips were on his in a hot, deep kiss. Harry was so distracted by her that he didn’t even notice his fingers loosening. The ball slipped from his hand and before he could recover it, Ginny’s hand shot out, catching it. She pulled back from him, that wicked grin back on her lips. She lifted the ball, showing it off to him. “Seems like you may have lost a bit of your touch there.” She started backing up towards the first hole. “Come along, Potter! Come take your loss with dignity.” 

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  Harry felt like a sap. He couldn’t wipe the grin from his face. She was just too adorable. The concentration on her face as she stared so intently at the little green ball. Her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth and Harry was certain she had no idea. But for Merlin’s sake, he couldn’t stop noticing it. 

  “Why is this so bloody difficult?” Ginny muttered darkly to herself, just loud enough for Harry to hear. “I can throw a damn quaffle halfway across the field, but I can’t make this blood ball get up a hill.”

  “Maybe you should take your loss with dignity,” Harry suggested, trying to keep a straight face. 

  He loved the way her eyes flared when she looked at him. “If there weren’t children around, I’d tell you where you could put this club.”

  Harry held back his laugh. “That isn’t a nice thing to say.”

  She stood to her full height. Her eyes stared daggers at him, but the corners of her mouth twitched, giving her away. “I wouldn’t be forced to say such things if my boyfriend wasn’t being such a prat.” 

  “If your boyfriend can’t be a prat, who can?”

  Ginny lost her battle against the smile spreading across her face. She shook her head at him before turning back to her ball. “What’s the secret to this? You made it look so easy.”

  Harry moved up closer, letting his hand press lightly to the small of her back. “So you wanna hit it hard enough to make it up the hill but not quite hard enough to go over the other side.”

  “Yes, I guessed that,” Ginny said, her tone dry. Harry felt her lean in closer, her back pressing lightly into his chest. “But how do I know how hard to hit it?”

  He thought about it for a moment. “How do you know how hard to throw the quaffle when trying to fake out the keeper? Make it go slower or faster than expected?”

  Ginny turned to look up at him, her brow raised in surprise. “I just… I guess.”

  Harry smiled at her, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the tip of her nose. “There’s your answer.”

  She let out an annoyed huff. “Wise words there, Captain.” 

  “Well, if you don’t like that tactic,” Harry said slowly as if thinking hard, “maybe I could give you a hand.”

  Her head tilted, giving him a tempting view of the pulse point on her neck. “A hand?”

  He smirked. “Yeah. Here.” Harry slid his arms fully around her, adjusting them so they lined back up with her ball. Her back was still against his chest, but now her entire body lined up perfectly with his. His hands covered hers lightly over the club grip. “Alright, so it comes to getting a good hip motion with good power.” He slowly started to rock the club back and forth, encouraging their bodies to follow the same pattern.  

  The breathy sigh Ginny released went straight through him. He loved when she made that sound. When she spoke, her voice was low and husky. “Okay, I think I really actually like mini golf.”

  Harry laughed lightly, giving into the temptation of pressing a quick kiss to her neck. “Me too.” Having her there in his arms, feeling her sway with him… Harry was lost to the world. At least he was until a loud throat clearing shattered the little bubble he’d had mentally put them in. 

  He jerked back from her looking over his shoulder to see a stern-looking mother and her three children all watching them. He felt his cheeks heat as he grinned awkwardly at the family. “Erm, sorry. I was just — We were —”

  “We’re just gonna skip this one,” Ginny said, bending to pick up her ball. When she came back to full height, her cheeks were red as Harry knew his must be. “Good luck on this one. It’s tricky.” 

  Then her free hand was in his, dragging him towards the next hole. Harry managed to quickly scoop up his own ball as they walked on. He expected her to stop at the starting point, but she just kept leading them. 

  It wasn’t until they were into the car park (having dropped their balls and clubs at the drop-off spot) that Ginny turned to him. “As much as I like mini golf, I have different plans for the rest of our date.” 

  Harry quirked a brow at her, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “Oh? And is that because I was beating you?”

  Ginny narrowed her eyes at him as she stepped into his personal space. “No.” Her hand came up to knot in his hair bringing him to eye level. “It’s because of what was interrupted back there.” She brushed her nose along his jaw as she pressed her lips under his ear. “Why don’t you take me somewhere more private, Potter?” “Private?” Harry asked, trying to keep his mind from melting into goo as her nails dug lightly into his scalp.

  Her lips curled in an impish grin. “Unless you want to go back in there and watch me wipe the floor with you. I’ve started doing this thing with my hips —”

  Harry cut her off with a hard kiss. “Maybe later, for now I know the perfect place.”

  Her laugh was loud as he took her in his arms, disappearing with a pop.

#hinny #harry potter #harry x ginny #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fan fiction #hinny fic #harry and ginny #little moments that pass us by #hinny fanfic

[twopoppies]

I am guessing Harry is staying around the private golf course Irving opened last week. Only rich people are allowed in and I doubt he would get recognized that much in Oasis or Thermal, CA.

You're probably right. The course looks amazing.

From Hits Daily Double:

A couple of names familiar to readers of this site popped up in si.com’s roundup “Dishing Out Awards for Incredible Renovations, Restorations and New Golf Courses for 2022.” The entry for “Best New Private Course” reveals that industry titans Irving Azoff and Eddy Cue, accurately described as “passionate golfers,” have collaborated on the creation of “something different and unique, a very special, private, traditional golf club in the Coachella Valley.” That would be Ladera Golf Club, designed by architect Gil Hanse and partner Jim Wagner and located in Thermal, 40 minutes southeast of Palm Springs.

From Golf Digest: Ladera breaks the mold of desert golf in Palm Springs and the Coachella Valley. The design does not incorporate unnatural water features, it’s not lined by palm trees, and it’s not constrained by housing considerations. Instead, it is a beautiful and varied expression of what desert golf can be in its most natural form, though nothing about it is natural. The 300-acre site slopes 140 feet from the high point near the Santa Rosa Mountains across once-level land that was formerly lemon groves and mango farms. Hanse and Wagner propped up the low side of the property to reorient sightlines over the valley floor toward the eastern Mecca Hills and moved millions of cubic yards of earth to create each particle of golf.Ladera’s fairways are generous, 60 to 100 yards with no formal rough, but strategy abounds with options to play to wide parts of the fairway though the best approach angles and lines-of-sight are reserved for those who skirt the boundaries of the hazards. Even completely straight holes, such as the par-5 seventh, are full of options with staggered bunkers and a treacherous side slope short of the green. The greens reveal a tremendous variety of sizes and forms, some modestly contoured like the enormous saucer third and others a pattern of ridges and falling tiers (the 14th). But the most distinctive features at Ladera are the attractive dry gullies and arroyos that Hanse, Wagner and their team cut through the site emulating sandy, eroded vegetative lows that water would rush through during rare periods of heavy rain. The excavated sand was used to create sweeping elevation changes and to prop up greens like the par-3 fourth, the altar-like 15th, the par-3 16th and the par-5 17th that hangs over the edge of a deep arroyo.

#golf harry #harry in la #harry rumors #ladera golf club #irving azoff

[inkinthequill]

🔞Makima's Devilishly Erotic Golf Lesson🔞

[Series: Chainsaw Man

Pairing: [GP]Power/Makima

Word count: 1,416

Contains: Explicit sexual content, including: gloved handjobs, groping and teasing, an extraordinary amount of public indecency, and Makima generally being a possessive freak. You can also view this work and more specific tags on AO3]

Makima has brought Power onto a golfing course to teach her a very important lesson in control and discipline. Makima, being the pure-hearted angel she is, is completely normal about it and has absolutely zero underlying motivations, I swear!

“Hiiiiii-ho!”

A sharp ”twang“ rang over rolling green hills as Power struck a golf ball with enough force that it started burning through the sky like a flare. Several broken clubs littered the ground beneath her, and she had settled one formed from her own blood on Makima's recommendation. Makima, for her part, was situated a small distance behind her and offered a quiet clap. 

"See, see?! Witness how quickly I master your human games and despair!" Power decried, paired with a deranged laugh— directly staring and pointing at a group of elderly men passing by in their cart, who all made the collective decision to speed onto the next hole. 

"Power.” Makima said, her voice as equal parts quiet and commanding as ever. Hearing it caused the Blood Devil to stiffen in place, clearing her throat nervously and trying to keep calm. Her superior approached from behind her, laying leather-gloved hands on her shoulders. "That was very good."

“Y-Yes?! Yes, of course it was!” Power nodded in agreement, striking a triumphant pose and giggling again. "Did you see how far I struck it?! No human could manage that!"

"Yes, Power, your drive was very good." Makima said, giving the girl's shoulders a sudden squeeze. "However, the reason I've brought you here is  not  about showing off your strength. It's about control. The goal, again, is not to hit it as far as possible." she said, leaning over Power's shoulder and pointing at the flag pole several hundred meters in front of them. "It's to strike it precisely into that hole over there. Do you understand?"

Power gave a fanged grimace, pouting and kicking the turf slightly. "I  hardly  see how that's any better than simply..." she began, but catching Makima's steely gaze quickly made her shut her mouth and swallow spit. 

"Power..." Makima started again, her cool breath washing over the fiend's neck. "Control is everything. No matter how strong you are, it won't matter if you can't control it," she said, pressing her back against Power's. She slid her hands down the girl's arms, cupping her hands over Power's. Power stiffened, feeling her skin tingle all over— the scent of Makima's perfume was vibrant this close to her, and she knew all too well the overwhelming power that Makima herself held in those hands... 

Power felt her arms be guided in a smooth swinging motion. Once. Twice. Three times. Makima remained quiet, before meeting Power's eyes on the third swing. "See...? Firm, but precise. It's called a stroke for a reason. Stroke, stroke, stroke... isn't that so much nicer than simply smashing something...?"

Power had started to squirm at this point, her face burning brightly. "I-I don't see how that'd... help... in a fight...."

"Hmm...? You don't, Power? How would you describe my capture of you, then? Was it a thrashing, or something more elegant?"

The fiend flinched slightly, looking away in embarrassment. "I wasn't... you know I wasn't at full... strength..."

"Sorry, what was that? You need to speak up, Power." Makima stated firmly, a gloved hand slipping down from Power's arms, and trailing down her body. She hovered it over Power's crotch, then pushed her palm against it right as the girl tried to speak. 

"I-I! W-What are you doing...?!"

”Demonstrating the strengths of a controlled touch, is all. Please, tell me more about how you would've won, Power.” 

"I... well..." Power murmured, biting her lip as her skirt started to tent from the stimulation. "I-If you had given me a fair chance to recover, I could... have..." she trailed off, gasping as Makima reached under her skirt and gently freed her cock from her panties. The black leather of her glove was hot from being worn by the woman over the last two hours, the fingers of which delicately wrapped around her shaft and squeezed down. 

"Mhm. Keep going. Don't get distracted now, Power..." Makima said, an almost soothing tone to her voice as she began openly stroking Power's cock. 

"I-I would've crushed you in seconds..." Power mumbled, unable to keep herself from haphazardly bucking her hips, eager and desperate to gain more pleasure from Makima's hand. 

"Because you're such a strong girl, right, Power?" Makima asked, her voice just as quiet and calm as ever. 

"Y-Yesss..." Power said with a moan, shuddering and whining as Makima ran her thumb in tight circles of the tip, the leather of which grew slick from precum. Just as pleasure had been given, it suddenly stopped, leaving Power a weak, whimpering mess. The hidden strength in Makima's arms kept the girl from thrusting into her hand, as much as Power desperately tried. 

"Power..." Makima whispered by her ear, sliding her other hand under her shirt. "Do you understand who you are to use that power for now? Who do you obey?"

"W-What...?" 

Power yipped as Makima gently nibbled on her earlobe, grasping one of the fiend's breasts in her hands and squeezing. "Who do you belong to, Power?"

"I don't..." Power started, shivering at the continued absence of any stimulation to her dick. While she hated to say it, she was being given a very new and powerful motivator, and she was strongly compelled to obey. "M-Makima..." she whispered.

"You belong to me?" Makima asked. 

"Y-Yes..."

"Say it, then, Power."

"H-Huh? A-Again?"

"I need to hear you say it, Power." Makima said, a disciplinary tone in her voice that accompanied a strikingly cold stare. 

"I..." Power started, feeling tears well up in her eyes from the sheer desperate need her body was enduring in the absence of Makima's continued touch. "I belong to Makima..."

"That's a good girl," Makima whispered, a soothing warmth returning to her voice as she began to stroke Power again. Her fingers pumped and squeezed and glided skillfully, in a perfect pleasuring rhythm that practically put the fiend into a trance. "Obedience feels better, doesn't it?"

"Y-Yes..." Power murmured, starting to loudly moan. Part of her realized that they were still in a public area where anyone could catch them, but every pump of Makima's hand pushed the thought away, and every whispered word locked her worries out. 

"My pet fiend... so strong..." Makima cooed, the faintest hint of a smile pulling at her lips as Power's voice got louder and louder. "Are you going to be a good, strong girl for me, Power?"

"Y-Yes!" Power cried, the additional praise and ego-stroking getting her even more into it than she already was. 

"You'll follow my orders? Whatever I say? Kill whoever I say?"

"Yes! A-Anything!" 

"Good girl. You can cum, now."

Though it was a statement and not an order, something in Power's body was immediately pushed over the edge by Makima's words, almost like her body itself was under the woman's direct command. Power let out a sharp, cute cry, biting down on her lip as she thrust her hips forward and started painting the emerald grass with her hot, pearly-white cum. Makima continued to stroke her off the entire time, the faint smile she had before remaining frozen on her face as she watched Power empty herself onto the golf course. 

She halted her stroking as the fiend finally stopped shuddering, getting as much cum off Power's cock and onto her glove as she could manage-- holding her hand up to Power's face. 

"Next lesson. When you make a mess, you have to be responsible and clean it up. Understand, Power?"

"I..." Power mumbled, gulping and staring at the ”mess“ presented to her. "I-I understand."

"Good girl." Makima said, using her clean hand to soothingly stroke Power's hair as she started licking the cum off of her glove. Makima rotated the other around so Power could clean the back and front, before slowly slipping her fingers into Power's mouth one at a time when they were the only thing left to clean. 

"That's it... you're a fast learner, Power..." she whispered, gently kissing the girl's cheek as the fiend obediently sucked on each of her fingers-- despite having ample opportunity to bite down on her boss's fingers with those dangerously sharp fangs. 

Makima pulled the last finger from Power's lips with a wet pop, squeezing the girl's shoulder. She leaned past it, meeting her gaze once more as she cupped her face. "Now..." she said, turning Power's face to stare out into the rolling green hills and thick tree-line. "We still have eight more holes to go, Power. Are you ready for your other lessons?"

"Y... Yes, ma'am... ❤️"

#makima #power #chainsaw man #makima x power #fanfic

[formeandmyfics]

AGAIN

JUGENEA SNIPPET

While on location in Palm Springs filming ‘Girl, Crazy’ , Gene and Judy make a decision 

Palm Springs

May 1943

Gene took off his baseball cap and wiped sweat off his forehead, his eyes squinting from the bright sun.

"Jesus, Johnson, it's hotter than Satan out here."

"Eghhh, quit your bitchin'," Van replied before hitting his golf ball off the tee with a hard, sharp swing.  

"When I let you drag me out here, I didn't know it'd be a 120-fucking-degrees.”

"It's almost summer, in the middle of the desert, what the hell did ya expect?”

“When I came out here, I didn’t think I’d be on a golf course roasting like a Christmas ham.”

"What did you come to Palm Springs for anyways,” Johnson asked as they got back into the golf cart.

"To get away from the bullshit and lay by the pool and study my scripts in peace."

"You know, you're worse than Evie," Van said as he drove the cart down the hill to the turf.

"Look, bud, I’m glad I ran into you, but I came to relax. This is not relaxing to me. You get what I'm sayin'?"

"Loud and clear. But listen, you can relax tonight with some cold ones at Rooney's get together."

"What get together?"

"Mick's here filming and he's having a little get pow wow tonight at his cottage."

Gene's curiosity peaked, "What film?"

"Ah, that 'Girl, Crazy' one, the one he's doing with Judy. She's here, too."

Gene tried to hide his surprise. He had heard that they had gone on location to film but didn't know it would be here. Even though he had only seen her a few weeks ago, suddenly the sound of her name, and knowing she was here, gave him a kind-of anxious flutter in his stomach.  

He had seen her around the studio, and nightclubs, but they hadn't spoken much, at least nothing concrete since they ended their tryst back in January. When they decided to call it quits, Judy had suffered physical exhaustion and taken time off from filming. Also, at this time, she and her husband were on the brink of calling it quits. He, on the other hand, was gaining more responsibilities at the studio now and had a new baby. Their lives suddenly became polar opposites. They both mutually decided to keep their friendship, but end their physical relationship, which had started during pre-production of 'My Gal'.  

"Finish the rest of the holes with me, then you can go hop in the pool, and then I'll pick ya up at your hotel tonight around 8 and we can chill at Rooney's. What do you say?"

"I guess I have no choice," he sarcastically groaned before smiling.

"That'a boy," Van smiled back with a pat on the back.

Judy plopped down into her director’s chair, an umbrella over her head, and watched with irritation as all the camera men set up for a new angle. They were rehearsing their ‘Could You Use Me’ number. The scene was going so well, she was sure they could start filming it now, but then Norm wanted to try it with a different direction.  

Sighing, Judy grabbed her heavy, Chinese fan and started fanning herself with gusto. Nothing was helping the heat.  

“Any faster with that fan, there, honey, and you’ll be able to start a fire,” Mickey said walking up next to her.

“I feel like I’m sitting in one. I swear they’re gonna send me back to Metro looking like burnt chicken.”

“Juicy on the inside though,” he teased with raised eyebrows.

When Judy just gave him a raised eyebrow as she stopped fanning herself to take a drink of water, he whistled with his eyes wide. Usually, she responded gleefully to cheeky comments like that.

“You know, for as hot as it is, boy you’re blowing cold.”

“I’m sorry, Mick, I’m just not in a good mood. I love Norm but now is not the time to try improve camera angles.”

“Would you rather Buzz be here?”

Judy nodded, as ‘Uncle Buzz’ had worked them so hard she had collapsed on set during beginning of filming, “You have a point.”

“Yeah, by this time we’d both be dead.”

“At least you’re wearing shorts,” Mickey exclaimed looking down at his long pants.

“At least you’re shirtless,” she teased back as he was indeed topless.

“You can be, too,” he teased back.

“Stop it,” she giggled.

“There’s a big fan up by the camera wagon. Go stand over there for a little, darlin.”

“I suppose. It’s better than this shade, anyways.”

“I’m going to get lemonade. Do you want anything?”

“No, I’m ok. Thank you.”

As Judy walked away, Mickey walked down a way to the refreshment tent. The lady working there poured him a glass of lemonade topped with ice.  

Gene leaned towards Mickey from behind and said in his best John Wayne accent, “What, no vodka in that, partner?”

Mickey turned to see Gene standing there, “Say, what on earth are you doing here, old boy?”

The two gleefully shook hands.

“I just came to town for a few days to relax, you know, away from ‘star life’,” Gene teased with his hands.

“After how successful you’ve been so far, there’s going to be way more of that for you.”

“Oh, thanks.”

“It’s lucky they let you have time off. That’s rare.”

“I just finished post-production for ‘DuBarry’. I’m back to work Monday.”

“Nice four-day weekend. Is the Mrs. With you?”

“Her mother is in town to see the baby. I’m letting them have their girl time.”

“Good for you.”

“I had no idea you guys were filming here. Van told me earlier.”

“Yeah. And they couldn’t do it in San Diego or Pasadena, could they? They had to pick the desert.”  

“Hot. I can’t imagine what it’s like filming in this. I was out playing golf this morning and I was complaining so much Johnson called me a chick.”

Mick laughed, “Should’ve called you Judy. That’s all she’s been doing so far.”

“Oh, the starlet's in a bad mood?”

“I’ll say, but maybe you being here will cheer her up some.”

“I’m no better in a good mood than she is, so we’ll see.”

“She certainly laughs more with you than she does with me lately. I think I’m getting a little rusty. I’ll go get her. Find a seat.”

“Aye, Yi, Captain.”

Judy put her hand up over her eyes, squinting to see the other camera’s process, as she stood by the large camera wagon with the fan blowing on her.

“How much longer,” she asked one of the stagehands standing behind her.

“They’re nearly finished, Miss Garland.”

“How we doing over here,” Mickey asked walking up next to her.

“Still hot.”

“Still grumpy?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, maybe I know something that will get you un-grumpy,” he said in a baby voice while taking her chin in his hand as if patronizing her.

“An air-conditioned cabin,” she playfully remarked with a smile.

“No, but we have a surprise visitor.”

“Who,” she asked looking around.

“Gene Kelly,” Mickey quipped happily and pointed to where Gene now sat in Judy’s director chair under the umbrella across the way.

Her mouth opened a tad looking completely shell shocked as she placed her hand on the bar next to her and the other on her hip. She then mumbled to herself, “How on earth did he find us here?”

Suddenly, the two turned their attention to the set when the cameramen all made some loud commotion.

Mickey placed his hands on his hips, “Looks like we’re starting soon, babe. Why don’t you go say hi and then let's put on a great rehearsal performance for him.”

Gene readjusted the umbrella to his liking when he noticed a shadow walk up next to him. Before he could respond, or see who it was, the umbrella was lifted a bit as Judy peeked underneath.

“That’s my chair.”

Hearing her voice, Gene immediately smiled and sat back comfortably, showing her he had no intention of getting up.

“It’s quite comfortable.”

“Mm hm. May I sit, please,” she said sweetly.

Gene tapped his upper legs but she giggled and swatted her hand. He chuckled and stood up so she could sit.

“Mickey tells me you’re in quite a mood.”

“Mickey tells me that you’ll make me un-grumpy,” she replied impishly.

“Judy!”

Judy turned to see Norm waving her over. She had so many questions for Gene rolling through her mind, but she knew she didn’t have time to talk to him.

“I’m sorry, but we’re about to rehearse a number.”

“It’s alright. Heard you were in town and wanted to stop by the set.”

“Judy, sweetheart,” Norm’s voice yelled more insistent.

She gave him a ‘1 minute’ finger gesture before turning back to Gene, “Will you stay and watch?”

“I would love to. Would you like me to?”

Judy smiled and nodded, “I would like that very much.”

“Fun scene at least?”

“It’s very fun, just too many changes. I’ll see ya in a bit,” she said before she turned to walk to where the car prop was with Mickey already sitting inside of it.

Judy and Mickey rehearsed their ‘Could You Use Me’ number and both gave it their all. In fact, Judy felt positively giddy knowing Gene was watching. She knew she wasn’t showing off, she just genuinely felt good knowing he was there. It had been a while. After getting through a few rehearsals, the set took a break so they could get in costume and film. Judy noticed Gene waving her down to get her attention. When he did, he pointed behind him and waved goodbye. Judy was so flabbergasted about him leaving like that she just held her arms out as if saying ‘what the heck’ but he ignored it and left the area, disappearing behind rows of trucks and trailers.

B.J. Baker was laughing as she walked over to the mini bar where Judy sat on one of the stools. She was nursing her apricot sour as she stared out the window looking a tad bored.

“What’s the matter, doll,” B.J. asked as she grabbed the vodka bottle to make another cocktail.

“Nothing,” Judy said sounding chipper as she turned to face her, putting on a happy smile.

“Could have fooled me,” B.J. said glancing up at her with a mischievous smile.

“She’s upset with Gene,” Mickey said stepping in between the girls.

“Gene who?”

“Kelly.”

“Gene Ke--” B.J. looked a little surprised, “Aren’t you two friends? He’s such a sweetie pie.”

“A sweetie pie, huh,” Judy asked as she took a sip of her drink practically rolling her eyes.

“She’s been like that all day,” Mick said leaning into his future wife.

“Why are you angry with him?”

“I’m not angry,” Judy stated in defense.

Mickey let out a smiled snort, but when he caught Judy’s evil ‘sister-like’ glare, his smile immediately dropped, “Sorry.”

B.J. smiled and gave Mickey a quick peck on the lips, “Don’t tease her. She’s having a bad day.”

“Hey, toots,” Mickey said draping his arm over Judy’s shoulders, “At least you’re in air conditioning now.”

“This is true.”

B.J. took a sip of her fresh vodka tonic turning to look back at the small gathering and her eyes widened a little before she turned back towards Judy, “So, does Gene know you’re mad at him?”

“I’m not mad at him,” Judy repeated, “And...even if I were, he’d have to stay around long enough for me to tell him, wouldn’t he?”

“Well, now’s your chance, baby.”

Hearing a little commotion from the front door, all three looked and saw Gene walk in with Van Johnson.

Judy immediately flicked the back of her hand on Mickey’s arm, “Did you invite him?”

“No, I didn’t know he was coming. But, good, more the merrier.”

“Let’s go say hi,” B.J. said grabbing Mickey’s hand.

“You two better go do that before he disappears. Lately, it seems like he comes and goes like Houdini.”  

Judy grabbed her drink and headed for the sliding door to the pool area.

“No air conditioning out there,” Mickey teased after her.

When the sliding door shut, BJ fanned herself, “Oo, I’ve never seen her like this before.”

“Well, life’s got in the way of their friendship. She told me not long ago that she missed him.  Then today he just randomly showed up on our set, but then when we were working, he just left without a word.”

“I wonder what happened.”

“He left her grumpier than she was before he got there,” Mickey said as they walked up towards the boys.

After small talk with some people and grabbing a beer, Gene was starting to get nervous, and felt extremely disappointed when he hadn’t seen Judy around. He hadn’t even heard her laugh which you could hear distinctively from another room.  

Gene walked around a bit again, in case he missed her, and walked into the back kitchen. There Mickey and B.J. were grabbing some snacks.  

“Mick.”

“Yeah?”

“Say, is Judy here?”

Mickey and B.J. both shared a sly glance which Gene noticed.

“Yeah, she’s around here somewhere.”

“Oh, good. I want to talk to her.”

“About your Houdini act?”

“My what?”

“That’s what she’s calling it,” B.J. giggled.

“Judy’s calling you Houdini...you know, popping up out of nowhere then disappearing.”

Gene closed his eyes and sighed, “Which means she’s pissed.”

“She specifically told us she is not angry,” she said confidently.

Mickey bit a piece of his carrot, “She’s pissed.”

B.J. playfully hit Mickey’s chest.

“Great,” Gene said his arms falling to his sides, “Where is she?”

“She might still be out by the pool.”  

“Take this door and the porch wraps around to the back by the pool, honey,” B.J. motioned with her hand.

“Thanks.”

Gene stopped abruptly when he turned the corner of the porch. The view took him back a moment. Judy was sitting down on the edge of the in-ground pool, her back to him, and she had her legs in the lit-up water. The full moon bounced off her strawberry blonde hair and the muggy air made it look as if she had an aura-type glow around her. The scenic view in front of them were mountains and houses on the hills lit up like stars all around.  

“You’ve sure created a habit of showing up to places unexpectedly.”  

Gene made a face, not knowing how in the hell she knew he was standing back there, when she hadn’t turned around.

“You mean in Palm Springs, on set earlier, or here at this party?”

She turned to look at him, lurking in the shadow of the porch, “Pick.”

He smiled and walked over to her.

“I’m beginning to think you’re following me,” she teased but her tone was anything but playful.

“I wish I could say that’s true, sweetheart, but I didn’t know you were out here filming,” he said taking a seat on one of the cushioned lounge chairs.

“Did you know I’d be here at this party?”

“I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

Judy couldn’t help but smile at that truth as she pushed herself up off the ground, “May I sit?”

“Are you going to bite my head off if you do?”

“Why would I bite your head off,” she motioned for the towel that was on the arm rest next to him.  

He went to hand it to her but withdrew on second thought, “Because you’re angry with me.”

“Oh, nonsense,” she said sitting down on the side of the chair, “Why would I be angry with you?”

Gene lifted one of her bare legs, in her cute, little white shorts, and started drying them off gently, “My so-called Houdini act.”

When he didn’t hear a response, he looked up at her with a cautious eyebrow. She let him dry the second leg off, but she looked irritated, “Well, you didn’t have to come and go like that. We barely said two words.”

“You were working, baby,” he said in a matter-of-fact voice.

“You could have stayed, *darling*,” she emphasized and took her now dry leg away from his hand.

“I was planning on it, but I remembered I had a conference call with the Freed unit. I barely made it back in time. I knew I was going to see you later tonight, so I didn’t think anything of it. I waved goodbye.”

“But I didn’t know you were coming tonight. That’s not fair.”

“Why are you being so defensive? I came and watched you work and we’re here together now. What is the problem,” he said getting a little impatient.

Judy looked at his eyes back and forth before her shoulders relaxed and she looked away from him, “It doesn’t matter.”

“Judy,” he took her chin to have her look at him gently.

She bounced her leg a little, in an anxious manner, while staring at him almost like getting up the courage.

“I just missed you, you know,” she said in a whisper.

“I missed you, too,” he softly said back and reached forward to kiss her on the cheek.

“You know how things have been for me and when you showed up out of nowhere, I felt...just better. And then you left so quickly. It just upset me. I’m sorry.”

“No, honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would affect you like that.”

Judy sighed and smiled, “You’re here now.”

“I’m right here,” he reiterated.

They both smiled, but his wide smile, with his prominent crow’s feet and tan skin glowing in the moonlight, made her nearly blush. With him, she never concealed that.

“Golly, you’re so handsome, you know that?”

“I’m surprised you think so,” he said looking at his arm.

She looked at him shocked, “What? Why would you say that?”

“No, I don’t mean that,” he quickly retracted, in reference to them being lovers so she obviously was attracted to him, “I meant, looking like a lobster.”  

“A what,” she giggled.

“Van had me out golfing with him today. I thought I was gonna get sun poisoning.”’

“You don’t look like you’ve got sunburn,” she said pressing her fingertips against the skin of his forearm.

“No, but you’ve got a little color to your cheeks,” he said rubbing a knuckle over the rosy skin.

“That’s not from the sun, pal,” she said this time plenty of playful in her voice.

“Ohhh, she flirts,” he said amused and pulled her arm to him.

Still on the same lounge chair, he let her lay back against his chest, and they cuddled comfortably.  

“What are you doing in Palm Springs?”

“Relaxing.”

“You’re doing an awful lot of that now.”

“Mm, hm. I had a break from work and wanted to get away by myself, but not too far away. I was really surprised to find out you guys were here.”  

“To get away from Los Angeles and then you run into a movie set and a bunch of co-workers.”

“Exactly,” he chucked, “But it was a nice surprise. I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately.”

“You have?”

“Worried, actually, you know, with what you’ve been through the past few months with work and...Dave...”

“I’m alright.”

“Are you really?”

“Buzz is no longer on this film, and I’ve moved into my own place. I’m feeling better.”

“Good,” he said, and she noticed his hold got a little tighter, more protective-like, “How’s it like living on your own?”

“It’s an adjustment, but it’s not entirely different than where I was with my husband gone touring all the time.”  

“There were always people in and out there, though.”

“Yes. I’m way up in the hills now. No one comes by unless I invite them. Well, of course there’s mother, who shows up whenever she wants.”

“A visit from her is better than having to live with her.”

“Oh, golly, yes. Maybe you can come see my place sometime. It’s really a beautiful, little house up there.”

“I’m one of your invites, huh?”

There was a pause for a moment, then Gene felt her nails circle the hair on his arm, “You’re always invited.”

Suddenly the air felt thicker.

Gene was disappointed that she wasn’t facing him because he had the strongest urge to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her until she whimpered, a sound he missed. It was one of the guilty pleasures that went through his head from time-to-time. On the other hand, he was relieved that she wasn’t facing him because he knew that kissing her was wrong.  

Wasn’t it?  

He had agreed to their ‘platonic’ friendship after all. He had his marriage to get back on track. Of course, kissing her wasn’t anything new. Maybe he could simmer down his urge by kissing her a little bit. Oh, who was he kidding. Kissing would most definitely lead to other things. And she was single now. Would she want more from him than just sex? He knew she must be vulnerable. He didn’t want to lead her on. He wasn’t in denial of his feelings for her, but he couldn’t give her more than what they had shared before: a meaningful friendship and fun sex. God, he missed that.

Gene sighed audibly. He still loved his wife and he had a kid now. He didn’t want to jump into hot water with Betsy or down the very deep rabbit hole with Miss Garland.  

“What are you thinking about?”

Gene flinched slightly as Judy’s voice brought him out of his head. He didn’t even realize that she had sat up out of his arms and was looking at him now.

Gene scratched his cheek, which didn’t itch, as a distraction, to look away from her big, searching eyes, “Stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

Her voice told him that she knew exactly what stuff he was thinking about but wanted him to say it.

“Nothing for you to worry about,” he said sitting up, swinging his legs over the side of the lounge chair.

“But if you were thinking about me, I think I have the right to worry about it.”

He looked at her, the vein in his temple flexing from his jaw working overtime. She could see that he had a lot to say but was almost afraid to.

“Am I right,” she insisted softly with an innocent voice, yet her eyes were seductive, “Were you thinking about me?”

He ignored her question as he stood up and reached into his pocket for his carton of cigarettes.

“Hm,” she asked standing up with him.

Gene placed one between his lips, “I’m always thinking about you, Judy,” he said matter-of-factly.

“You’re changing the subject.”

“Do you have a light,” he asked.

“I don’t. Are you going to answer me?”

Gene took the cigarette out of his mouth and his voice got a little irritible, “What do you want me to say, Judy?”

“Gene, Judy baby!”

The pair both looked towards the corner of the balcony and saw Mick standing there in the dark, “Come inside. Bob’s made us all shots.”

“No, Mickey, I can't,” Judy said with her hand on her tummy shaking her head.

“Just one,” he insisted, “It’s that SoCo shooter. Just one, come on,” he repeated before disappearing back around the corner.

“Just one,” Judy said rolling her eyes.

Gene smiled and urged her to go ahead.

The two went through the balcony doors into the house and stepped up to the mini bar where everyone was crowded around passing the shots around.

“Here ya go, honey,” Van said noticing them and handed Judy one then one to Gene, “Gene.”

“Thanks,” he said, and he did a double take as he smelled it, “What is this?”

“Amaretto and Southern Comfort,” she replied.

“Alright, folks,” Bob said over the chatter which immediately died down, “Raise your shots! Here’s to...lots of wealth and good health, lots of checks and good sex!”

They all cheered and took the shot. Gene’s eyes had met Judy’s at the last statement. He didn’t meant to, but like a magnet, their eyes just met. Hers burned through his and her little smirk spoke a thousand words. Without his eyes leaving hers, he took the shot. Nonchalantly, and a little naughty, she poured the content of the shot into the potted plant behind her.  

“It’s not nice to waste good liquor,” he said quietly towards her.

“It’s also not nice to work the next day with a hangover,” she said taking his empty shot glass from him and placing it on the bar.

“Touche.”

“Darling,” she said sliding his arm through his as they started walking across the room in their own little world.

“Darling,” he mimicked.

“Do you ever think we’ll work together again?”

“I do.”

“Really?”

“I certainly hope so. You’re one of the most talented people I ever met. Plus, working with you on screen is easy.”

“That’s chemistry.”

“And timing.”

“And trust.”

“Respect.”

“Patience.”

“Fun.”

She let go of his arm as they found themselves in an empty den just off the living room where everyone was still gathered.

“It’s rare to have all of those things not just on screen, but off screen as well.”

“Yes,” he simply said and watched as she looked around the small den and noticed a door in the corner.

“The cabin I’m in is identical, but it doesn’t have a door like this,” she said and walked through the sliding door which led to what looked like a secret, little hallway leading to an outside door.

Gene followed her and shut the door behind them. It was dark except for light coming from the porch.  

“Do you think we still have all those things?”

She leaned against the wall and he leaned back on the opposite wall, his hands in his pockets.

“You know I do.”

Just the sounds of the crickets were heard outside as they fell silent. He could see the side of her face illuminated as she looked away from him. Even in the dark, she looked beautiful.

“Isn’t it funny that we both ended up here in Palm Springs?”

“Coincidence.”

“I don’t really like that word.”

“Serendipity,” he corrected.

“Will you tell me what you were thinking earlier?”

“Judy.”

“Please. I want to know.”

“Why do you want to know so badly?”

“Why is it bothering you so badly?”

“Because if I say it out loud, then it’s not just in my head. It becomes reality and I’ll have to follow through with it and I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re going through a divorce and physically recovering, and I don’t want to get you all mixed up.”

“Mixed up how?”

“Mixed up with how we feel about each other and what you might expect from me and what I cannot give you.”

Judy kind of smiled, “Will you let me decide that, please?” Her voice was so calm and determined, he immediately relaxed. “What do you think I expect that you can’t give me?”

“A real relationship. I know you want a happy marriage and a family and security. You deserve all that, but I can’t give that to you.”

Judy immediately stepped up to him and hugged him around the waist, placing her cheek on his chest, “I love you, you know that.”

“I love you, too, kiddo,” he said back and kissed the top of her head.

“I love how much you want to protect me,” she lifted her head to look up at him, “And you’re right, I do want all that, but I would never ask you to leave your family.”  

“What *are* you asking,” he said, sweeping some hair behind her ear.

“I’m asking you to tell me what you were thinking about earlier.”

He smiled, “I was thinking about kissing you and what that might lead to and what that would mean.”

“Well,” she said backing off of him and leaning back on her opposite side of the wall, “It would mean that we were just two friends who were already comfortable together in that way, with no strings attached, who would have a good time doing things we both miss and still think about.”

Gene felt himself start to get aroused knowing they were going to do exactly what he had thought about. His stare at her was alluring and sexy, his eyes reflecting off the light from the porch. It made Judy have butterflies in her tummy...good ones...very good ones.

“Would you like to kiss me now?”

Her voice was innocent, but her expression mirrored his. He found it beautifully amusing.

Gene took a step towards her, “I’d like to do a lot more than just kiss you.”

Still, he hesitated. Judy reached forward and grabbed his shirt gently bringing him up against her. Gene exhaled through his nose as he lifted his hand flat against the wall above her head, staring down at her.  

“Please,” she whispered, sliding one hand to the back of his neck while the other slid around his waist.

Gene leaned forward and barely kissed her before whispering, “We’re doing this again, aren’t we?”

Judy gave a nod before his mouth fully closed in on hers.

#jugenea #jugenea fanfiction

[livinglargeindubai]

Top 6 Pet-Friendly Hotels in Dubai for an Enjoyable Stay with Your Furry Friend

Dubai, known for its luxurious accommodations, has a warm welcome for your four-legged companions as well. If you're planning a trip to this vibrant city and don't want to leave your pet behind, you're in luck. Dubai boasts a range of pet-friendly hotels and hotel apartments, offering comfort and convenience not just for you but also for your furry friends. These accommodations go the extra mile, providing designated play areas, cozy pet beds, and even grooming services to ensure your pet has a fantastic time. Here are the top pet-friendly hotels in Dubai:

1. Delta Hotels by Marriott Jumeirah Beach:

   - Located in Dubai's JBR area, this pet-friendly hotel offers a warm welcome to cats and dogs weighing up to 30 kilograms. For a non-refundable fee of AED 150 per stay, your pet can enjoy a comfortable stay, and the hotel even provides a "pet in the room" sign for your door.

2. DoubleTree By Hilton, Al Jadaf:

   - Situated near Dubai Creek, this hotel in Al Jadaf allows up to two pets per room, provided each pet weighs no more than 10 kilograms. For a non-refundable fee of AED 300, you can bring your furry companions along and even order from an in-room pet dining menu.

3. Hotel Indigo Dubai Downtown:

   - In Downtown Dubai, Hotel Indigo welcomes cats and dogs weighing up to 20 kilograms. You can bring a maximum of one pet per room or two pets per suite for an additional fee of AED 200 for every five-night stay. Your pet will receive a welcome pet pack with treats and toys, along with an eco-friendly pet bed.

4. JA Hatta Fort Hotel Dubai:

   - For a cozy mountain retreat, consider the JA Hatta Fort Hotel. They offer bedding and toys upon request, ensuring a comfortable stay for your pets. Dogs of all sizes are welcome, with a fee of AED 150 per stay and AED 50 per day per pet, allowing a maximum of two pets per room.

5. W Dubai – Palm Jumeirah:

   - Located on Palm Jumeirah, this pet-friendly hotel provides pet beds, in-room dining menus, and toys for your furry companion. They accommodate a maximum of one pet per room, weighing 18 kilograms or less, with a non-refundable fee of AED 350 per room per stay and an additional AED 50 per night.

6. VIDA Emirates Hills:

   - Enjoy stunning views of Emirates Hills Golf Course with your pet at VIDA Emirates Hills. They offer dedicated pet-friendly floors, outdoor areas, and provide pet beds, toys, and bowls upon request. You can bring up to two pets per room, weighing under 10 kilograms, with an extra cost of AED 150 per stay and AED 50 per day per pet for dedicated pet cleaning services.

When planning your trip to Dubai, these pet-friendly hotels ensure that both you and your beloved pets have a comfortable and enjoyable stay.

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[hyunsoolgc]

-ˋˏ ◡  BETWEEN SUMMER & WINTER / @lgcminseo

Seo Minseo is what the kids would refer to as 'a real one' — someone with enough kindness and generosity to offer a friend assistance in any time of need; regardless of what it meant sacrificing for herself. Now, Hyunsoo had been faced with a certain dilemma inflicted upon him by his mother. She was always insistent that he would marry whomever she deemed fit for him, even if it meant arranging him on numerous blind dates with the daughters of colleagues or industry connections that were suitable to her standards. Personality and Hyunsoo's own tastes or feelings on the matter were never of any consequence to her.

However, with Minseo, he crafted the perfect solution that she just so happened to accept. Under the guise that she pose as his girlfriend, he has not seen a date forced on him since May. It is a relief; albeit, a temporary solution. In fact, his mother is all too pleased with his 'selection'. Minseo is still the daughter of parents that Hwang Jiyoon held in high esteem. Not to mention, the girl herself meets all of the criteria beyond that: beautiful, accomplished, polite, and not to mention, her talent for singing as a bonus.

Hyunsoo should have eventually expected for this current outcome he now finds himself in. The two of them are urged by their fathers to tag along on their excursion to the golf course, happy to leave their wives lounging by the pool to soak up the last remnants of warm air.

He does not renege on the promise to maintain the illusion. They sport matching shirts — powder blue, a color similar shade to the sky above the lush green hills. He exhales a heavy sigh, shoulders slumping as his father hands him his golf bag to carry. The man is all smiles when in company with Minseo's father; a rare sight only witnessed outside of his mother's scrutiny.

"Why don't you both go along ahead and get a golf cart and... I'll take Minseo to get a snack or drink? You can swing by and pick us up." Hyunsoo offers the suggestion with a firm but polite tone, earning a confirming nod from both of their fathers. He turns to Minseo and clears his throat, hesitating before he grabs for her hand. He makes certain to intertwine their fingers. Palm to palm, the action gives off the appearance of more intimacy. With eyes at their back at all times, it is important to dedicate to the act wholeheartedly, lest the illusion fade and their facade is uncovered.

He leans in towards her to speak, now that they are some distance away. "I think there is still time to make a run for it. They will hardly notice we're gone, right?"

#t / between summer and winter #lgcminseo #i suppose i can technically put #lgc:famcon2k23 #for timeline but we arent in this for reqs

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॰ In The Rich Man's World ॰

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Chapter 4 - Hasta Mañana

You woke up the same way you did last morning, chewing dry air while trying to get rid of the horrible taste of vodka spitting on the ground.

Is today Thursday? You took a deep breath, unable to open your eyes in the bright light hitting your face. Then you turned to face the sun, and felt something hard and uncomfortable under your cheek.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a strange round shape, then you stood up sharply and saw a mummified orbit roll across the grass like a golf ball. You exclaimed, dragging yourself away, but soon calmed down and grabbed the piece of the corpse you had left on the ground last night.

You sat up straight, cracked your neck in pain and looked around for the rest of the corpse, but there was nothing there. Then you looked around for Louise.

"Louise?" You raised your voice, but got no answer. "Louise, where are you?"

Your first coherent thought was: "She must be in one of the tents with the corpse. She was probably sleepy and forgot one of the eyes."

And your second thought was that this observation didn't mean anything, because there were no tents ahead.

You took another look around, holding one of the eyes in your stiff hand. There were no craters, no tents, no claw rocks, no corpses... The only thing beside you was an eye, your heels, and an empty bottle of vodka.

Again you struggled to stand upright, leaning on your outstretched hands. Yes, you were definitely awake. You had no idea how long you had been asleep, how long you had been lying there unconscious in the middle of the forest. Quite a long time, judging by your cold, crumpled clothes. One of your numb legs started to tingle, and you stood up to stimulate the circulation. Touching your thighs with your hand, you felt a pattern of depressions and bulges etched into the flesh. You looked down and saw that the sharp fragments of gravel had torn through most of your pantyhose.

"Louise!" You shouted louder, feeling your throat tighten. "Where the hell are you?"

Standing up, you started to feel a little better. The weakness in your arms and legs began to fade, along with the tired and torn feeling in your mind. You kept the eye of the corpse in your jacket pocket and carried the bottle of vodka with you as you walked around. Indeed, the tents that were there the night before had disappeared along with the rest of the corpse and your friend.

You couldn't tell if you really lost consciousness, but you definitely had no idea of yourself for a while, until you stumbled over a rock, sliding down the gentle hill you had climbed last night. You felt sick, dizzy and beaten, as if you had been tossed back and forth over crashing waves on a rocky beach. You fell into a thick bush, dragging yourself to an oak tree and leaning against one of them for balance.

"Louise!"

You kept calling out, but there was no answer. The whole forest looked different, the pattern of the trees was different, and even the road looked less polished. You staggered to the fork where your car was, adding it to the list of things that had disappeared, along with the rotten tree you had down last night.

Completely stunned, your slow mind began to grasp the reason: maybe you got confused and took a wrong turn when you fell.

But no, that was the same road and you were sure of it.

Then you shuddered at the next thought: Louise had woken up before you, picked up the corpse, and driven away in your car.

This was undoubtedly the most absurd thought that occurred to you for several reasons. First, Louise would never do something like this. Second, she took the corpse, your car, the tents, and the rotten tree? That didn't make any sense. And finally, third, she couldn't drive.

You kept walking, lost, occasionally feeling your temple, remembering the stories about the Devil's Palm. Schizophrenia, paranoia, hallucinations... which one were you having now? Your mind immediately imagined that you were hallucinating when you saw a column of smoke rising from the oak grove. The farm, you thought. Maybe Louise was at the farm. This thought urged you to run towards the smoke.

You went back into the forest, intending to make a wide circle around the clearing and come out on the road where you already were. However, this was more difficult than you expected. The forest looked young, dense with undergrowth that clung to your clothes. You had to advance carefully through the young, spindly trees, untangling your dress from the wild mulberry trees as you proceed.

However, your walk was interrupted by a firm hand that pulled on your arm. If it had been a snake, you would have stepped on it. He was standing so quietly among the trees that he looked like one of them and you didn't see him until his hand suddenly came up and grabbed your arm.

The other hand covered your mouth as you were dragged backward, away from the smoke. You were struggling fiercely in panic. Your captor, whoever he was, was much stronger than you. You smelled a faint floral perfume, like pot marigold cologne, and something spicy, mixed with the stronger smell of male sweat. However, when the man thought he was far enough away from the smoke, he let you out slowly.

You shook your head, getting rid of the restriction over your mouth.

"Who are you?!"

The hands released you, but the moment you turned to the man you sensed that something was wrong. It wasn't just the raw scent, but something more subtle. You stood still, motionless, feeling the hairs on the back of your neck start to stand on end.

He examined you with great interest. He had a lithe, slender, well-boned physique; well-defined facial contours, even blond eyebrows, and large blue eyes. He had blond, straight and soft hair, slightly tousled and falling to his shoulder. He also had tanned skin, though it was still pale, that showed the months, nay, years of exposure to the weather. A light golden color.

"Who the hell are you?" You asked again, feeling extremely confused.

The stranger raised his eyebrows at your question.

"Who am I? I say, who are you?" His eyes searched you slowly from head to toe, his eyebrows raised as he looked down at the thin, short dress you were wearing and lingered in a shuffling glance at your legs. You didn't understand the reason for that look, but it made you extremely nervous, and you backed up a step or two until you abruptly hit a tree.

He approached with a single cautious step, but that was enough for you to react by smashing the vodka bottle on the tree trunk and pointing the sharp shards in his direction. Startled, he stepped back for a brief moment.

"Can you tell me who the fuck you are?" The question this time came out as a squawk that sounded frightening even to your ears.

As if he couldn't hear you, he ignored the question, glancing leisurely behind him. When he looked back at you, he motioned for you to be quiet, and this particularly startled you.

"I'm Jonathan, Jonathan Joestar. But you can call me Johnny. Now, tell me, who are you?"

"(Y/N)." You said cautiously, leaning more forcefully against the trunk of the tree behind you. The solidity of the trunk was real, and that cheered you up again. "Why don't you stop looking back?"

His eyes narrowed, his mouth constantly open in apprehension, when he looked back once more. He was ready to answer you when you heard some distant thuds that you, half stunned, identified as gunshots.

The sound of gunfire was followed by the appearance of five or six men, running like demons through the trees, hurtling toward you. You immediately dodged their view with an agility that seemed to prove you were not physically hurt, whatever your mental state.

You took off running. Your breath rumbled in your chest as you made your way through the curtain of oaks and alders, ignoring the mulberry trees, nettles, rocks, fallen trunks, and anything that stood in your way. You heard heavy footsteps behind you, but you were too terrified to look back.

You ran blindly, tree branches scratching your face and arms, ankles twisting as you stepped over holes and tripped over rocks. There was no room in your mind for any kind of rational thought; you just wanted to get out of there.

After a few seconds of running, there were no more sounds of gunshots and you completely lost track of where you were. You felt like your lungs were about to burst, aching from the effort. However, you only stopped running when something heavy hit your feet hard and you were thrown forward, falling flat on your face with a deafening thud.

A hand as massive as a rock grabbed your arm, forcing you up. You were faced again with a pair of piercing blue eyes, the man's hands clamped like a clam on your arm. He was as breathless as you were, implying that he had also been running away from the sequence of shots.

"They're not giving up any soon. This way.'' The man said, tugging at your arm, and you, stunned by the succession of recent events, obediently followed.

Your new companion made his way quickly through a curtain of alder trees, turned sharply around a large rock, and suddenly you were on a path. Overgrown with heather and gorse, and zigzagging so that it was never visible more than two meters ahead, it was still undoubtedly a path, a steep slope leading to a small clearing where a horse was grazing.

It was only at that moment that you managed to muster up enough strength and presence of mind to ask where you were going. Receiving no answer from your companion, you repeated in a louder tone.

"Where the hell are we going?!"

To your considerable surprise, he turned to you, his face contorted, and dragged you close to the horse.

"Listen carefully, I'm the one asking the questions here." He said, sternly.

Offended, you were ready to protest, and he put his hand on your mouth and pushed you against the horse's flanks.

"I need to know that you will answer my questions." He continued, looking deep into her eyes. "Will you answer my questions?"

Startled, you widened your eyes and confirmed with a frantic nod.

"Fine..." He slowly released your mouth. "First... you said your name is (Y/N), right? You will tell me exactly what you are doing here."

"I..." You gathered some breath to speak. The man's face remained uncomfortably close to yours, close enough that you could feel his breath. He was handsome, you thought, and didn't look unfriendly. However, there were tense wrinkles between his eyebrows, and he was not a face anyone would want to contradict. "I'm looking for my friend."

"Your friend?"

"Yes. Louise. Tall, red hair, green eyes, wearing a Pink Floyd t-shirt... Have you seen her?"

"Wearing what?" His face contorted in confusion, but he quickly ignored what you said. "You're the only woman I've found here."

"And who were those men behind us?"

"I'm the one asking the questions, didn't you hear me?" He said rudely, establishing a pattern you would quickly tire of.

''I get it! Can you please back off? This horse stinks!"

He analyzed your expression carefully, slowly allowing you to move away from the large animal, but still watching for any sign of escape you might show.

"Where did you come from, lady?"

"I... Ah, shit... it's a long story."

"I'm willing to listen."

"I just want to find my friend... I... those men might have her! Do you know who they are?"

"Yes, I know very well." He said, ignoring the rule he had set for himself. "Creed's men. I've been tracking this bastard for months, and when I finally find him, some crazy woman shows up screaming and reporting my location."

"Excuse me?" Offended by his version of this morning's events, you frowned. "Who is this Creed? Why were you tracking him?"

"Joshua Creed, gang leader wanted for robbery and murder." He said stiltedly, and you felt a sudden shortness of breath.

"Are you... Is this a joke?" You held back from laughing but smiled skewed. "You're kidding, right?"

"Why would I be kidding? You still haven't answered my question, miss."

"I..." You gasped, completely shocked. "I came from Washington. Washington D.C."

His eyebrows rose in surprise.

"And what did you come here to do, before you got lost?"

"That... is very difficult to explain. Please, sir, I need to find my friend and my car. Can you help me find the way?"

"Find your friend and what?" His head tilted forward, you were making him as confused as you were.

"My car." Stuck in rationality, you refused to believe that this man didn't know what a car was. "A gray Cadillac, I parked it near a fork last night. My friend and I had a few drinks and ended up sleeping near some tents. When I woke up, she was no longer there. I know it sounds crazy, but everything was gone... her, my car, the tents, the..." You stopped talking the moment you noticed that you were about to talk about the corpse.

"I didn't understand a single word you said. Are you sure you're okay? Did you hit your head?"

"No!" You exclaimed impatiently. "No, I didn't hit my head! I'm not crazy! You're not going to drive me crazy with this gang story and this horse and this cowboy accent!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"How do you not know what a fucking car is?!"

Your voice sounded uncomfortably loud enough for you to realize you were going crazy, then you shut up, looking at the man. He had a calm expression on his face but was extremely apprehensive about your behavior.

At this point, the sweat was pouring from your face after the arduous marathon you had run, and you were not willing to run away again. But at the same time, you were also unwilling to deal with this man. You could only believe that he was joking, but the serious expression on his face unbelievably scared you. You felt a sudden tightness in your throat, an urge to cry with anguish and mental exhaustion. You somehow knew that this was only the beginning.

"I don't think I can help you find your friend now." He continued calmly. "But I would never leave a lady alone here, with Creed's gang in the vicinity. They do abominable things to women."

The man's words frightened you deeply, but at the same time you felt a certain relief.

"I know a place where you will be safe. I can't take you back to your home, but I can give you shelter and food until you find your friend. But you'll have to trust me."

"Why would you help me?"

"You've got me curious, (Y/N)." He added a different intonation when he said your name. "If you trust me, I can take you to a safe place."

He nodded, indicating that if you trusted him, you would have to get on the horse. This was unbelievable, and you hesitated quickly. But what choice did you have? Looking around, there was only a dense and unrecognizable forest. You would be dead there before you could find any sign of Louise. You tried to hide your confusion and dread in the task of agreeing to let the man help you onto the horse.

Your dress was tight and strictly unsuitable for riding a horse, but luckily your coat was long enough to serve as a protective cover for your thighs. Undeniably embarrassed, you made room in the saddle for the man behind you, holding tightly to the reins. Despite the general awkwardness of the situation, you felt grateful for his willingness to help you. Without more than a faint clatter of spurs, the horse started to move, and, startled, you held onto the saddle to keep from falling off the animal.

Your new partner didn't seem to be having much difficulty, despite the limited space in the saddle. You could feel his thighs behind yours, sometimes moving and pressing to guide the horse. You clung to the edge of the small saddle and remained seated; you had ridden before, but it had been a long time and you were far from being the rider this Johnny was.

"Are you cold? You're shivering a lot." He broke the silence for a moment.

You didn't realize that you were shivering. Your confused mind was preoccupied with other things.

"No... it's just... it's nothing." You replied, trying to draw his attention away. "What's your name again? I don't remember."

"It's Jonathan, but everyone calls me Johnny or Jojo." He said quietly.

"I... may I ask you a strange question, Johnny?" You tried to keep your voice as firm as possible.

"What do you want to know?"

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two. Why?"

"You don't know what a car is?"

"I don't think so." He answered calmly, looking at the road.

"What year were you born, Johnny?" You hesitated a little when you asked, but you had to make sure you weren't crazy.

"1870." He said, but this time he looked at you suspiciously. "May I ask why you're asking me that?"

The answer paralyzed you. You were silent for a long second, not even blinking, not even breathing.

"I want to make sure I'm not crazy..." You finally managed to unlock your throat, although your chest still ached. "You... What day is it today?"

"I'm not sure, but I think it's October 2nd." He tilted his head to look at your face. "Why would you be crazy?"

"October 2nd of what year?" You continued ignoring his questions.

"1892" Johnny didn't seem to bother answering your questions, although he was suspicious of their nature. At this point, he gave up questioning your delirium.

You were in the year of grace 1892. Obviously you didn't believe him, he was certainly playing tricks on you, but you were ready to let him down. Everything you had seen since waking up pointed to the entirely irrational conclusion that you were in the past, but that was physically impossible.

However, you remembered a paper you had done in high school on the invention of automobiles, and the date 1886 hammered into your head like a piece of information your brain refused to discard. If this was a real man from the past, then he should at least recognize the description of a car, since they already existed and were an absurdly popular invention.

"You really don't know what a car is, Johnny?" With your tongue ready and sharp enough, you prepared to contradict him.

"No, I have no clue. Can you tell me what a car is?"

"Don't you really know? A four-wheeled machine that moves by itself and..."

"Oh..." He interrupted you, his face seemed to brighten into a kind of sudden relief and understanding that gave you chills. "Are you talking about that German invention, the automobile? Are you telling me that you have one? Can women use that kind of machine?"

Okay, you were taken by surprise and had no other cards up your sleeve. But that didn't mean anything, did it? He might just be a great actor, but there was no historical authenticity in his costume. His blue printed clothes made that evident. By the way, what kind of cowboy doesn't own a holster and a revolver?

However, you couldn't question him and be any more rude than you already were, so you cautiously thought of a response that he could show understanding for.

"Yeah... it's my father's car."

"Does your father own a car?" He questioned, puzzled, but didn't seem to think you were lying. "I already knew you weren't a peasant, but then, how did your father afford a car? Is he some kind of nobleman?"

You thought about an answer for a few seconds and then you noticed that your father's profession was a relatively safe and acceptable choice for any time. A lawyer could be recognized in the 20th century as well as in the 19th.

"No. He is a lawyer." You answered, but that didn't make him any less intrigued.

"And what is a lawyer's daughter doing alone in the forest, wearing those clothes?"

"I already answered that question."

"That didn't seem like a complete answer to me. Why would you come here in an automobile with your friend?"

"You said I have to trust you, right? Then, please make it mutual. Trust me too, mister Joestar."

At first, you thought you were dreaming too vividly, but Johnny's hand grabbing your arm, rudely strong and immediately physical, dispelled that impression. You couldn't imagine dreaming you were on a horse, feeling your aching inner thighs rubbing against the saddle, which was nothing fantastical. And the sweat; yes, you were familiar enough with sweat, but you never dreamed of the smell of sweat, which you could still smell on the man behind you.

He clicked his tongue to increase the horse's speed. It seemed inconceivable, but all the evidence indicated that you were in a place where the customs, accent, and politics of wanted criminals and gangs of the late 19th century were still in force. You would have imagined it to be some kind of fantasy show, but the sound of the shots was disturbingly real.

It could be some isolated enclave from the rest of the world, perhaps, where there were still gangs and cowboys. But in New Jersey? You've never heard of this kind of thing before, have you? Scoffed the uncomfortably rational part of your mind.

Jonathan Joestar, if that is indeed his name, is a fine actor, you thought bitterly. You felt ridiculously on the verge of tears, so you stopped thinking before you started to cry.

The rest of the trip went without many incidents and the occasional questions, if you don't consider it an incident to ride 15 miles through a rough region in the morning, generally without the benefit of roads, sharing a horse with a strange man. At least you were not ambushed by road robbers, which Johnny claimed to be very common in that region. By the standards you are used to, it was a pretty dull trip.

Your destination loomed ahead, a huge two-story building made of dark wood outlined against the gray light of early afternoon. The place was no longer quiet and deserted and no longer surrounded by trees. It was similar to the gas stations where you and Louise stopped at dawn. Johnny moved to the side of the narrow road and helped you off the horse. The flow of people was entirely women, some of whom seemed to be the same age as you, and this made you a little relieved, although everyone looked in astonishment at your clothes, which they obviously considered strange.

The building itself was rough, all made of aged wood and with the same saloon feel you are used to seeing in Western movies. Two chimneys spewed smoke above the flat roof, adding to the overall gray impression.

"Where are we?" Accepting Johnny's help, you got off his horse and asked in a voice hoarse from lack of use.

"In Bastille Tavern." He answered laconically.

Bastille Tavern. Well, at least now you knew where you were. You were sure that such tranquility and rusticity didn't exist anywhere else in New Jersey in 1976. You were beginning to accept the absurd idea that you were probably somewhere in the 19th century.

"Oh, Jojo!" Shouted a young woman, comfortable in ignoring your presence. "You're early! We didn't expect to see you today."

"Yeah, well, I got lucky." He tied his horse to a post and looked at you. "Both good and bad. Could you call Madam O'Shea to prepare the food earlier? We'll need an extra meal and an extra bed.''

The woman promptly obeyed and you stood in the damp yard watching Johnny brush his horse until Madam O'Shea, whoever she was, agreed to show up. A handful of curious young women looked at you, speculating about your possible origin and function. When a sturdy, decisive woman, dressed in rustic dark brown linen, woven on a hand-loom, appeared with great fanfare and put the young women back to their respective jobs.

"Jonathan, darling!" The woman exclaimed, giving a warm welcome kiss on his cheek in a way that almost knocked him over, as a mother would. "You must be starving!"

That's when she turned to you, leaping up as if she had been bitten by a snake. She looked at you in amazement, then turned to Johnny for an explanation of your appearance.

"(Y/N)." He said, with a slight tilt of his head in your direction. "That's madam O'Shea." He added, with a tilt to the other side. "I found her near Creed's gang camp, she was lost. I couldn't leave her there."

Madam O'Shea looked you up and down with an air of wise appraisal. She concluded that you seemed quite harmless, regardless of your strange and scandalous appearance, because she smiled warmly and took you by the arm.

"Well, (Y/N), welcome. Come with me and we'll find you some clothes more... you know. More." She examined your short dress and the inadequate shoes in your hand shaking her head.

You allowed Madam O'Shea to lead you to your quarters as if you were a lost child. Your gaze wandered around the interior of the place, past the smoke-blackened fireplace, the narrow windows, and the massive oak furniture. No electrical fixtures, nothing to indicate running water or even a rug. There were only women outside and you wondered what this place was all about and what kind of relationship Johnny had with Madam O'Shea, since she seemed to treat him like a son.

The place really did look like a 19th-century tavern. But what about Louise? If you were, in fact, in the 19th century, where would she be? Would she have stayed in your time or had she traveled through the fabrics of space-time with you? By the way, what would your co-workers do when you two stopped showing up at the Speedwagon Foundation? What would they do when they miss the corpse? And again, what about Louise? Would you ever see her again? Thinking about your friend was the last straw. From the moment you woke up outside the Devil's Palm your ordinary life ceased to exist. You tried to control yourself, but your lips trembled and your eyes filled with tears.

Though rustic, the place was very pretty, and Madam O'Shea closed the door behind you as you entered what looked like the lavatory, judging by the heavy copper tub in front of you.

"Where am I?" You asked, stunned.

The woman's wrinkled cheeks rose to your face, analyzing you from head to toe.

"The real question is, where have you been in these clothes?" She replied briskly. Her voice was deep and friendly and frightening, like the bark of a sheepdog. "Come on, young lady, you need a bath. When you're clean, you can eat."

You felt like a survivor of some big air raid, as she took a pile of clothes from a closet and placed them on a small table. Accepting no protests and with a great deal of commotion, the woman made you remove your inadequate clothing, but your eyes widened when without warning she poured a cascade of cold water from the tub onto your back, making you exclaim as if you had been lashed.

"What's the matter?" In an almost reproachful tone, Madam O'Shea asked, still splashing the water on you.

"The water... is cold." You stammered.

"And how else should it be? There are no rivers of boiling water, you know."

Astonished and too embarrassed to resist, you let the woman remove all the surface layer of dirt on your body, then dried it with a clean linen towel. The woman turned, ignoring your shaky state and your lack of clothing, to rummage through what appeared to be a complete collection of toiletries available to a disheveled stranger. A few delicate bowls of French rouge porcelain, with a lid embossed with a row of golden swans.

Then Madam O'Shea bring a silk camisole and bodice, with stockings of fine, delicate fabric, unlike the torn stockings you were wearing. You were tempted to insist that you continue wearing your own clothes, just to spite yourself, but the memory of the reaction of the other women and even Johnny to your dress was enough to make you restrain yourself. At least the quality of the clothes seemed mediocre, which made them lighter and more comfortable than the blankets Madam O'Shea herself wore.

"Oh, you have very nice skin, (Y/N). How old are you, anyway?"

"Thank you, I think... I'm twenty-four."

"Twenty-four?!" Stupefied, she stopped arranging your clothes and raised her eyes to your face. "Are you sure?"

If you really were in the 19th century, this reaction would make sense. After all, many women of that time were approaching middle age by the age of twenty-four. And you, blessed with good nutrition, hygiene, and dental care, not worn down by multiple pregnancies or hours of hard manual labor, looked a lot younger than you were. Or at least healthier. You took a deep breath, pushed your hair back, and looked toward a small dressing table in front of you. There was a mirror that allowed a hazy reflection, where your face looked worryingly bloodless and your eyes wide.

"You're a fine thing, young lady." Madam O'Shea continued to chatter until the last button was fastened on your dress. "If Jojo brought you here, then there's something special about you, besides beauty. Where did you come from?"

You were too confused to answer her, but still, the woman continued to chatter, tidying up here and there, pinning up a lock of hair or fixing a bow. Finally, you were dressed to her liking and finally released from the restroom.

There was no appetite for the cakes and porridge Madam O'Shea served you and Johnny. On closer inspection, the place looked more like some sort of inn than an actual tavern, judging by the lack of customers. Although you weren't hungry, you crumbled a piece of cake and pretended to eat, to gain some time to think.

When you sat down comfortably at a small oak table, your attention was immediately drawn to a huge metal cage, cleverly constructed to fit the curve of the wall, filled with dozens of small songbirds. The birds' merry clatter was accentuated by the fluttering of wings and rustling of leaves as the inhabitants fluttered and hopped around in their surroundings.

"Jumpy little creatures, huh?" A soft, pleasant voice sounded behind you, and you turned around with a smile that froze on your face.

Now, more calmly, you were able to better analyze the face of Jonathan Joestar, who until then seemed to be the only man in the place. He had a slightly furrowed brow, giving him an air of intimidation that soon softened into something more affable, but no less vigorous.

He kept his eyes fixed on the birds, discreetly providing you with a much-needed moment to regain control of your facial features.

"Welcome, (Y/N)." He said, with a small nod, looking down at your clothes. ''Madam O'Shea was very quick to give you a few clothes."

"Yeah." You said. "She was. I've never taken a shower so fast and so cold in my life."

He raised one of his eyebrows, pulling out a chair to sit before you at the table, where his plate was already set. But a large, mature figure, perhaps even a little more wrinkled than Madam O'Shea herself entered the room.

"Jonathan." The old woman said, in a husky voice that almost convinced you to stop smoking cigarettes. "What are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming back this week."

The man looked calmly at the woman, greeting her respectfully.

"It was an... unforeseen." He answered, looking at you. "This girl's name is (Y/N), I found her near Creed's camp. She was in... ah, a difficult situation."

Johnny seemed to be suppressing a smile and you wondered at what point he had described your supposed state of nakedness to the other people in that tavern.

"I don't care who she is." The old woman said in an unfriendly way, refraining from looking at you, dismissively. "You should be in the port city, with or without Joshua Creed."

"I know that, don't worry. I still have plenty of time and I couldn't leave her alone."

"You're getting sloppy, Jonathan. Any naked whore can distract you from your work now." She closed, leaving quietly and haughtily before you could react.

She went outside and closed the door without caring about the unstable structure of the place. You, obviously offended, frowned angrily and looked at Johnny, who looked especially embarrassed. He motioned for you to calm down and, feeling confused and belligerent, you realized that keeping calm was the only thing you could do.

"She's an old hag who killed her husband with her bitterness." Johnny said although he didn't seem truly disgusted by that woman. "You'll get used to it."

"Get used to it? No, no. I appreciate the attention, but I have to find my friend and go home." You quickly replied.

"We can discuss this after lunch." Johnny interrupted you, taking a slice of cake and dipping it into the porridge. "Aren't you hungry?"

You remembered again: keeping calm was the only thing you could do.

"No." You replied. "You said this was a tavern, right? I don't mean to sound rude... but I think I'm the only customer"

"You're a guest, so there are no customers" He answered calmly. "I have always found it too isolated here for a tavern, it functions more as an inn for travelers. But Madam Hildegarde preferred to keep the tavern image."

"Madam Hildegarde?"

"The nice lady who just left."

"Oh... I see." You said. "And you? Do you work here?"

"No, we're just old friends. I earn my living by hunting bounties, and the money left over is used for the tavern's expenses."

"Do you... hunt bounties? What do you mean?"

Somewhat confused by your unfamiliarity, he looked at you with a frown, but remained polite, imagining that you had hit your head.

"Yes. That's why we were attacked by Creed's gang. I've been playing this cat-and-mouse game for months. But don't worry, you'll be safe here."

You remained silent, wide-eyed, with no idea what to say. To avoid any trace of rudeness, you pretended to be distracted by your surroundings.

The place was closed and stuffy with smoke from the brazier. The largest window was covered with a heavy tapestry depicting the execution of Saint Sebastian. You looked up at the saint's face, his chest riddled with arrows, wondering what would make a person choose that particular decoration for a tavern.

Despite the nonchalant way it had been placed there, the heavy wool and silk upholstery blocked out most of the draft. If Bastille Tavern was a quiet place, as Johnny had said, it was also busy. The whole place seemed to spin and hum like a complex clockwork mechanism. Then, one by one, the cogs and wheels that made the establishment work would disperse at lunchtime, only to magically reappear again, each in its place.

"Why are there only women here?" You asked. "Are they all lost travelers too?"

"No." He answered dryly. "They all work for Madams Hildegarde and O'Shea in exchange for room and board. Some are... well, some are soiled doves, but only when there are customers."

"Soiled doves?"

"You know... Prostitutes."

Your eyes widened at him and any remnants of appetite that were in your stomach disappeared.

"Prostitutes? Did you bring me to a whorehouse? You say I need housing for two old pimps?!" Your voice unconsciously rose as you quickly got up from your chair and faced him again. "That's why she said I was a fine thing! How dare you?!"

"Wait! It's not what you're thinking!"

"For God's sake!" You exclaimed. "I'm an archaeologist, I'm not going to prostitute myself! I don't have time for this, I have to find Louise!"

Without even giving Johnny a chance to explain himself, you looked around frantically and took off running. You didn't run, but walked as fast as you could to the front door, opening it with all your might and bumping into the old witch named Hildegarde, who gave you a brutal look. An island of contempt in a sea of astonished and curious faces.

Your hasty escape was interrupted, however, by a shrill scream coming straight from the tavern. Startled, Hildegarde pushed you way over to check what was happening the moment she recognized Madam O'Shea's voice. The women outside remained in their proper positions, quiet, not daring to follow Hildegarde. You glanced at them, one by one, noticing that they all had the faces of soiled doves; tired and worn, yet too young.

You stood there hyperventilating for a few more seconds when you heard the bathroom door open with a thud. Instinctively, you stepped back and looked to see what was happening. With conscious effort, only one of your feet did not hesitate to step into the tavern again. Johnny ran towards the screams, but stopped halfway when he saw Madame O'Shea wobbling and staggering down the short hallway, your clothes in her hands.

Your frown creased and you followed Hildegarde. You weren't sure why you were following her, but you felt a strong compulsion to do so. You weren't afraid of her; of course, there was no reason to be. At the same time, your irrational body still felt the disturbing turbulence of that day, shaking your flesh and bones, and you wanted to run away.

"Jojo!" Madam O'Shea shouted, looking more frightened than furious. "You need to see this!"

A shiver ran down your spine as the woman raised your coat to him, pulling a delicate spherical structure from one of the pockets. Probably intrigued by the stitching and style of the jacket, her curiosity made her find one of the eyes you had been keeping.

"That's..." Johnny stammered, extremely hesitant, as he picked up the eye and analyzed it, almost as intrigued as you were.

"Who the hell is this woman, Johnny? Did she kill someone? Is this some kind of sorcery?!" O'Shea remained chattering, while Hildegarde watched the scene impassively, but without blinking for a long time.

For heaven's sake, you thought, with mild disgust at the wave of ignorance you would be forced to deal with because of your carelessness. If you really were in the 19th century, then nothing you said would make sense to them. What you did was difficult to explain even to an ordinary person of your time; now, imagine it to two old ladies and a weird cowboy.

You stood there stunned, not knowing exactly whether to run or to face the situation. As if he knew you were still paralyzed there, Johnny looked straight at you, without a single sign of understanding on his face. You couldn't tell if he was shocked, scared, angry or all three. He walked briskly towards you, holding the eye in a clenched fist.

Like a stray cat, the moment he approached you your first reflex was to run. To simply run away without even bothering to breathe, but Johnny's hand on your shoulder was supernaturally faster than any of your movements, pulling you violently into the room.

"Who the hell are you?!" His voice sounded terribly furious, and his hand painfully squeezed your shoulder. The question sounded in a sufficiently interrogatory tone.

You shuddered, shocked and silent, your eyes fixed on Johnny.

"If you want to get out of here, you'll have to answer my questions!" This time, his voice sounded loud enough to rattle your nerves.

It took your desperate mind only a few seconds to get an idea of what you might say to someone who clearly didn't seem to be joking about the whole gang and brothel thing.

"I didn't kill anyone, I swear!" That was the first thing you said.

But he didn't seem satisfied with your answer, shaking you and pulling you violently closer.

"Where did you get this eye? Do you know where the other one is?"

You hesitated, letting your shoulders drop, putting aside your half-formed plans for escape. You were exhausted, but alert enough to see the resignation in the man's blue eyes. And yet it took you a few seconds to check that you heard the question correctly.

Noticing your sudden shock, Johnny glanced at Hildegarde and O'Shea, who watched in amazement, and asked them to leave. A shiver ran through your body when you found yourself alone with that man, and naturally you tried to pull away, but he grabbed you tighter.

"You know what I'm talking about, don't you? That's why you're silent." Johnny said more calmly, though with a fury of distrust. "You'd better tell me who you work for, or I'll have to make you talk."

"What? I don't work for anyone!"

"Then what the hell are you doing with that eye?"

You felt sudden tears come to your eyes and closed them tightly, to stem the flow.

"You... Do you know what this eye is?" You asked, your voice trembling.

His eyes were fixed on you. Don't be ridiculous, you thought. It's obvious he doesn't know. Your mind is playing tricks on you, (Y/N).

"Yes, I know. And I don't think you know."

The shock of the possibility being confirmed roused nerves that had been dormant for a long time, and while you might appear outwardly calm, inside your emotions were boiling with despair.

"I know. I know everything. I know all about it." You stammered, shaking your head. "I... I can't stay here. Please let me go..."

"I'm afraid that won't be possible." He said, satisfied with your answer, and forced you to sit down on a nearby chair to keep up the interrogation. "Where did you get this?"

"I... I can't say."

"Why? Are you being forced? Are you working for someone?"

"No!" You immediately retorted, wanting to eliminate all possibilities that you might end up dying today. "I just can't tell!"

"Why?!"

"Because..." You took a deep breath, rethinking your alternatives. "Because I don't remember."

The answer seemed to surprise him, but it didn't convince him. He still seemed determined to keep you captive as long as necessary.

"You don't remember?" Although calm, his voice indicated total disbelief. One of his eyebrows was raised contemptuously.

"That's what I said." You confirmed, unable to look him in the eye. "I had too much to drink with my friend last night, and then she disappeared."

"And your... 'car' too, isn't it?"

You hesitated, swallowing dryly.

"Yeah..."

"Well... if that's it, then I guess you're really oblivious to it all. A poor, lonely, drunk woman. You said you were an archeologist?" He continued questioning. "Well... I don't believe in a single word of yours."

Remember, keeping calm is the only thing you can do.

"Yes... I'm an archeologist. I study... study fossils."

"Fascinating. I knew an archeologist a long time ago." He said with a glint in his eyes that particularly terrified you. "Tell me, miss, so do you also study ancient creatures? Like dinosaurs?"

You snorted, somehow relieved and deeply enraged by a single word. Dinosaurs? How would a simple bounty hunter from the 19th century know this term? Your brain somehow lit up with blinding certainty. It was very easy for an actor to say they don't know what cars are, but to know what dinosaurs are? It was extremely unlikely for someone who lives so isolated. Your eyes lifted to his face and you let out an inevitable mocking laugh.

"Dinosaurs?" You questioned. "You know what a dinosaur is, but you don't know what a car is?"

He didn't answer, confused, but this silence only served to give you more reason.

"You're kidding me, right? You son of a bitch!" You exulted, rising to your feet in a jolt. "I must confess, you're very convincing!"

"Hey, sit in the damn chair!" He shouted, but you laughed and ignored it.

"Oh, and what are you going to do? You can stop pretending now, I know this is all a fucking joke! You can't drive me crazy now!"

The man's face was cautious, but he didn't seem to be hiding anything. You were watching him closely and he could see the indecision floating momentarily on your face as you chose your next step. He made a movement towards you, his hands reaching around your shoulders, grabbing you too quickly to try to dodge.

"Stop trying to run away!" He said. "You work for Dio, don't you?! Answer me!"

"Let me go, you bastard!" You struggled. "You won't fool me! I'm going to..."

You were desperately writhing to get free when you heard something behind you and suddenly became immobile. Voices came and went, accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps. It was undoubtedly the women outside and the two madams. You struggled again, trying to knee Johnny and only had time to register the fact that he wasn't actually trying to hurt, just to control you, before something hit the back of your head and everything went dark.

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Deskripsi dan Spesifikasi

Sequoia Hills (primary project) Lokasi disebelah sirkuit Golf Sentul dekat exit toll Jagorawi. Developer kerjasama antara Triniti Land dengan PT Sentul Golf Utama Lahan seluas 95 hektar di area Palm Hill Golf Sentul. Dibuka cluster ke 2 dengan nama Earthville

·        Tipe 7×15 (LT: 105 LB : 84)

·        Tipe 9×20 (LT: 144 LB :109)

·        Tipe 12×20 ( LT: 240 LB :146)

·        Tipe 12×23 ( LT:385 LB :183)

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v  Harga Mulai : 1,7 Milyar

 DETAIL SPESIFIKASI :

·        Luas Tanah               :  105 m2

·        Luas Bangunan        :  84 m2

·        Kamar Tidur               :  2

·        Kamar Mandi             :  2

·        Sertifikat                     : (PPJB, Girik, Adat, dll.)

·        Kondisi                       :  Baru

·        Kelengkapan             : Unfurnish

·        Jumlah Lantai                        :  2

·        Menghadap               : -

·        Daya Listrik                :  2300 VA

·        Parkir                          :  2 Mobil

 Kawasan tumbuh dengan kemampuan ekonomi yang meningkat serta nilai investasi yang merangkak sehingga memiliki properti Sequoia Hills adalah langkah cerdas untuk kekayaan dan investasi masa depan.

Facilities

Selain memiliki Club House premium area ini juga di lengkapi dengan berbagai fasilitas penunjang yang lengkap seperti : Kolam renang, Area rekreasi untuk keluarga, Area komersial, Rumah sakit, Sekolah serta alat transportasi yang memadahi.

Keunggulan Sequoia Hills Sentul Country Club

Dibangun dengan nuansa prestisius, mewah pendirian dibangun untuk menavigasi pengalaman santai dengan golf, rekreasi, ruang VIP pribadi dan serangkaian kegiatan sosial eksklusif.

Riverside

Menampilkan pemandangan tepi Sungai yang menakjubkan dan dramatis, the Riverside memberikan suasana yang tenang untuk melakukan jalan-jalan sore, menikmati kebersamaan dengan keluarga atau bersama menyaksikan keemasan langit saat matahari terbenam.

Wellness Center

Disamping memiliki Food market yang lengkap sequoia hills juga di lengkapi wellness center sebagai penunjang kesehatan sebagai pusat kesehatan dilengkapi dengan relaksasi spa, studio yoga yang menenangkan, dan gym yang menyediakan pelatihan pribadi dan konsultasi gizi.

[noro-noro-noro]

ok dreams...

1. masaru fisherman was having some kind of weird event where he was a final boss of some kind of limbus company based card game. this was taking place in my mom's kitchen + living room. there were several other people there. I didn't completely understand what was going on so everuobe was saying the names of rerrible s1 skills and I suggested kk hong lu cloudcutter and he started taking the coins off cloud cutter and multiplying them by 6. everyone was mad at mefor that. then something happener & Mr fisherman got sad instead & we had to sit around the kitchen table & he asked each of us for our thoughts. also in this dream he spoke Chinese probably bc I don't actually speak any Japanese

2. he was still there but now we were in a gray auditorium full of pianos. he was performing Rachmaninoff's prelude in c sharp minor but he was actually doing it in C minor. he was messing up the middle part so I wanted to play the correct notes on the piano in front of me, but I also didn't want to bother him, so I was just tapping along on top of the keys until I did accidentally hit some at the end of the song. one of my friends was there and once mr fisherman was done playing c minor they started playing a highly embellished version of fur Elise & I was like oh wow I had no clue you could play piano too!! and someone approached asking if we were professionals & I was like no just hobby level. I played that into bit to hey bulldog.

3. some of us went on a quest?

4. I was not one of the strongest on that quest I was more like some kind of squire? I think I was like9 or 10? anyway when we got back one of the girls was missing, my older sister who kinda dressed like a tradwife. she was in the basement tied to a chair with a blindfold on being threatened by a ??? unsure if it was a person or not. I wasn't sure what the plan was but the stronger people were only "waiting for an opportunity" but I was worried so I came down to the basement oblivious holding some snacks from the kitchen and was like 'claire where are you~" or maybe clarissa. a Cla name for sure. anyway I also innocently offered the guy thing a hot dog and pretended that I thought they were just playing games. he ate one anyway so I palmed a knife to her hand and then was trying to engage him in conversation. eventually the others showed up and he realized I was just a lure stopping him from cutting her eyes out & tried to escape. but they closed all the doors

5. some kind of house party at my mom's house at night in the back yard. a lot of people I know but am not friends with were there. a girl from my studio class that already went back to Iceland this year, both gumshoe & columbo were hanging out, my old roommate and her parents, and the strong people from last dream, who locked the evil guy in the BASEMENT OF UNSPEAKABLE PUNISHMENT!!! columbo was riding a golf cart around and I was in the back triumphantly blasting.. bungalow bill. of all things. anyway then I ran into my dad a bunch of the guests went on a walk with us. to the bottom of the hill, and a bit over, and then two buses showed up. this is related to the last dream where I was on the bus where it added some random stop off halfway up the other street with a convenience store and showers, bc some kid went onto the first bus and then we got on the second bus. it had a lot of weird safes and windows. the bus driver was hollerig at somebody. through the windows, it looked like daylight outside.

#dreams

[pagesofkenna]

Palm Springs as seen in Trials of Apollo: Burning Maze because this is where I live and I spent too much time over-analyzing where Rick placed the characters!

to be clear, I'm being a bit overly literal with my reading. Palm Springs isn't a metropolis, so people in the surrounding area don't say they're 'from Palm Springs' the way people 30 minutes outside Seattle might say they're 'from Seattle' (though I will use both Palm Springs and the city Coachella as a reference point when telling people where I live). when I say I'm from here I mean I'm from the Coachella Valley; Palm Springs sits roughly at one end of the valley, and I live about halfway down to the other end

but both Meg and Apollo refer to themselves as being 'in Palm Springs' when they talk about Aeithales, and since Meg presumably knows the area, and Apollo also talks about Coachella [Festival] in this book, I'm going to assume they know where they actually are, and that they must be in Palm Springs (or nearby unincorporated land)

OK so with all that out of the way: when they first show up, Apollo mentions the 'San Jacinto wilderness' to the west. I didn't remember this until I looked it up but San Jacinto is the Spanish name for Saint Hyacinth, which, brb crying

Apollo also mentions seeing a patchwork of golf courses below, which is what the valley is known for... but those are mostly in Palm Desert, which is about 15 miles southeast of Palm Springs. this is where my placement of things gets confused, because in my brain this should put them south of Palm Springs, not west—in fact, the San Jacinto wilderness area is more southwest of Palm Springs than straight west. however, if they're high enough in the hills along the southern side of Palm Springs, they'd still have a view of the golf courses in the east with a wilderness to their backs, so this still tracks for me (putting Aeithales above the Tahquitz Canyon area)

(Also, just for a fun local history lesson: a part of this area of the valley is broken into a checkerboard of 1 sq mile plots owned by the state vs plots owned by the Aqua Caliento Band of Cahuilla Indians. idk Meg's father's ancestory, so I'm not sure if he would have built Aeithales on Cahuilla land or not, but I'm going to assume not for now. this helps me narrow down where it might be!)

that's just from the introduction, though. much later in the book (p329 in my copy) Apollo mentions the winds shifting, 'filling the Morongo Valley with wildfire smoke' at which point I got real confused, because Morongo Valley is to the north, also about 15 miles (it's the area that connects the Coachella Valley through the northern mountains to Joshua Tree, another secluded desert town people like to escape to). based on previous estimate, they should be able to see that area, I'm just not sure why Rick chose to mention it; they shouldn't be driving that way at all. unless he meant Moreno Valley, which was mentioned earlier (they drove 'by' it to get to LA), or the Morongo reservation, which is usually just referred to as 'the pass' (between the mountains, into the Coachella Valley from the west; Apollo mentions going through the pass, in those terms, at one point). I think it makes the most sense that Rick meant the pass

I was also confused about where the ever-present wildfires are. from Aeithales, Apollo mentions a glow on the western horizon, but while driving 'by' Moreno Valley he mentions smoke to the north (I keep putting single quotes around 'by' because, depending on where the fires are, it might make just as much sense to go 'through' Moreno Valley) it's probable that the forests on top of both mountain ranges are on fire, given the situation, but the fact that they're able to get through the pass multiple times under these conditions?? nightmareish

final fun facts about driving times, since they drive so much in this book! depending on when you leave, driving from Palm Springs to Malibu takes around 3 hours, and Malibu to Santa Barbara is another hour and a half. thats a lot of driving while the mountains are all on fire! I wonder how expensive their refueling stops were!

anyway, I'm hazarding a guess that Aeithales is within one of these two red circle areas:

there's a couple hiking trails in both those areas, but they're otherwise unbuilt IRL. I'd be delighted to know where Rick intended for Aeithales to be when he did research for this book!

#percy jackson #trials of apollo #also this book has been out for long enough that i'm sure someone has already figured out the placement #its was delightful to read this book and have all these place names I'm familiar with casually thrown in though! #except for the huge chunk of time I spent assuming they were in the hills above Rancho Mirage #and rick was just referring to the whole valley as Palm Springs which made me so confused and frustrated lol #like......... i am personally so completely over palm springs as a concept #and the way out of towners say palm springs when they mean the valley in general #someone go back in time and tell meg's dad to build his natural oasis closer to the southern side of the valley #its like FILLED with farmland its a much better place for a mansion dedicated to natural life #...as long as the wind isnt blowing in off the salton sea that is...