#Bear Bottom Bar & Grill

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Bear Bottom Bar & Grill - Wyoming Highway 30 in Centennial, WY

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Parasailing (Kim Minju & Jo Yuri)

> You're lonely and feel sad because your favorite idols are gone and never upload any pictures in their Instagram. You're really missing them because Minju and Yuri are your favorite underrated ship in Izone. When you decided to drinking alone in tent bar you recognize Minju and Yuri are there having their good time. You're so shy to be at the same place with them and stealing glances. Until you realized that you're drinking with them and told them how you miss them. Because of too much drinking alcohol and being bratty Yuri, she flirt with you and shy Minju try to stop her and after that they are in your place with Yuri kissing you and Minju watching it. being shy but enjoy it. And you fuck bratty Yuri and shy Minju. After that you're kissing their forehead and tell them that your so lucky to be with them and tell them that they are so loveable - @quietfallendemon

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There is no other way to put it: you’ve hit rock bottom. You’re down horrendous. It’s a sorry state your family or friends can drag you out of, no matter how hard they try—and that’s if you still have any friends left. In the eyes of randoms, they see a zombie, a soulless husk of a man—one who used to be brimming with life, with nothing but anguish and despair filling his soul now. Each passerby looks on with one of two expressions: concern and pity or apathy and indifference. Some with a little disgust. They’ve got lives to live, obligations to attend to, and some divine purpose given by higher powers to fulfill. So do you, but there’s a difference: you’ve lost the will to live.

Barely functioning, everyday life has turned into a nightmarish hell. Days, then weeks, and eventually months, fly by in a loop. You slog through your office job, receive income, then you carelessly splurge on lavish drinking bursts afterward. Your liver absolutely despises your guts by now. Night after night, you drink away the ceaseless pain hurting your heart more than the alcohol you consume. It’s become too numbing at this point. The morning after, you don’t bother cleaning up the mess you unknowingly made from the day before, especially when you throw up on the floors of your apartment rather than on your toilet. 

So it goes. Not a single day passes by without digging your grave a little deeper with your alcohol addiction, but Fridays were particularly special. It’s when you decide that your place shouldn’t bear the brunt of your rampant alcoholism for one day. Instead, after another monotonous shift, you head to your favorite place—your other place of solitude—a tent bar that treats you like their best friend, mainly because you’re their most loyal customer, but otherwise, you enjoy the fresh air, grilled food, and the patrons’ attempts to sing their hearts out—with hilarious results.

Of course, the drinks were also part of the experience. You usually end up passing out quicker compared to every other day.

You’re partially through your first drink when two particularly mesmerizing girls walk in holding hands. Tipsy or not, their beauty immediately captures your attention. Even dressed in all black, they’re shining, like angels descended from heaven to grace this cursed earth, sent to remind people of their higher purpose and walk in them. 

Gradually, you’re staring, drooling. Your brain’s in complete shambles, unable to comprehend how divine creatures like them casually walk among mere mortals, partaking in lowly, sinful activities like drinking and hanging out at bars. They take their seats across your table; a perfect position to hold your attention in permanent captivity, without any obstruction. 

A waiter approaches the two women, and he should’ve been a distraction, but instead, it becomes a showcase. The girl in the black dress, seated on the left, shoots these playful, childish stares at the waiter, basically flirting with the guy while she stating her order. Her partner is much more reserved, sharing hers in an orderly manner before they’re left to talk with themselves again. The older girl slaps her friend’s shoulder, as if correcting her, which the younger woman simply brushes off with a laugh. From just one interaction, you’re hooked. You had to have her. This night won’t end without their names etched in your head, and if you’re lucky, their number, maybe even more.

Another waiter arrives at your table, bottle in hand, asking if you want a refill, which you absentmindedly decline. You’re drinking in the sight of the two girls, even as they do casual activities while waiting. They’re exchanging conversations, hiding suppressed giggles, but it doesn’t mute the younger woman’s boisterous laughter. It should be a nuisance, but it isn’t; it’s a treat to watch her cheeky, bright personality. Even her friend, whose disposition is a complete contrast, has some charm to her reserved nature, and they bounce off each other seamlessly. 

In the midst of this space between you and the girls, someone else is singing karaoke, much to the girls’ amusement. That’s their source of laughter, the very grating voice of that poor soul. Even the older girl’s starting to lighten up, despite repeatedly tapping her friend’s shoulder while she laughs along. Their waiter arrives with their drinks, and they immediately down two glasses each in rapid succession. You’re not even halfway through your first.

“Hey, you think I should try to sing and make these losers second guess about performing next time?” asks the younger girl, staring at the next patron performing on stage.

“Please don’t.” The older woman replies, face flushed bright red from embarrassment. “We shouldn’t make a scene here—”

“C’mon, no one cares. Why are you such a killjoy, Minmin?” she retorts, making a cute pout. Minmin’s dismay is your enjoyment.

“I know you want to sing so bad, Yul. Believe me, you’ll be back on stage soon, but you just have to be patient—”

“Says the loser who hasn’t gotten an acting job, actress!” 

You’re amazed Minmin hasn’t tried to physically restrain her—at least, not yet. Instead, she’s dragged along by Yul to the stage so they can perform. The older woman reluctantly follows without any resistance, simply grabbing the mics without any fanfare, not even announcing who they are or what they’ll perform.

The music starts. The girls begin to sing. It’s after the first verse that the pieces begin to come together.

Somehow, this girl, Yul, with her childish attitude, flirty face, and sharp tongue, has the most soulful voice you’ve heard in a very long time. She looks effortless; she runs through each part with minimal strain and her expressions convey the emotion of the ballad very well. Minmin isn’t far off either, but her vocal does not hold a candle to Yul’s. If they were bar singers, you’d be cursing at the earth giving these two unfortunate circumstances, because such talent shouldn’t be constrained to the confines of an open bar. These two are truly angels.

When the song ends, Yul reverts to her mischievous persona, shooting winks and flying kisses at the audience as she walks off the stage, followed by her best friend, shyly bowing at every turn. After returning to their seats, the younger woman’s wearing this prideful, triumphant expression on her lips, basking in the glory, eager to gloat. Minmin’s nervously smiling, still gently bowing at everyone while cutely gesturing with her hands in a plea to make everyone stop. 

Then it’s business as usual at the tent bar again. Copious drinking, out of pitch singing, and you mindlessly staring at the girls that it’s outright criminal.

Until the thought finally hits.

“Yul…Minmin…Yuri…Minju,” you silently mouth. Your eyes suddenly widen, and the realization finally dawns on you.

At first, it was a complete coincidence. They looked too similar to be truly them, that it’s a convincing impersonation or face job at best. The real evidence was in their vocals. They sounded too similar, close to a near-perfect impression. You’ve never heard such divine singing in a very long time, and now it's clear why. 

Jo Yuri and Kim Minju performed for you. 

The day they disappeared just so happened to be the same day your life began to fall apart. While they’re out here living their best lives and enjoying their down time, you were at your lowest, your breaking point. Some part of you understands they bear no blame; it’s fate, an inevitability of any temporary group. Yet, no matter how much you prepared for the end, you couldn’t endure the loss. The other members have successfully transitioned to their new careers, whether it be in new groups or even solo, but those two—Minju and Yuri— essentially went off the radar. They barely posted on Instagram, so you couldn’t even keep up with them on a consistent basis like their former members. Their last shared photos were eight months ago. Minimal social media messages, even fewer magazine shoots or advertisements, and no music, movie, or show to get excited about. 

To see them together again not only brings nostalgia, but also revives your sense of purpose again. 

Every girl in that group was special, but in your eyes, Minju and Yuri were different. Yuri had her standout vocals, Minju with her divine beauty, but you loved them beyond those traits; you loved everything about them. You promised you’d support their endeavors after disbandment, but so far, there was nothing to support. Their absence from the spotlight hurt you more than it hurt them. The worst part is the realization that you’ll likely never see them after tonight, that you can’t do anything to convince them to further their careers—to do something. After all, you wanted them both to thrive like their other members. 

Of course, you can’t approach them casually. You’ll probably melt into a puddle mere steps away. So you whip out your phone and take rapid-fire photos. It’s dangerous, but fuck it, this is a once in a lifetime scene. They’re preoccupied with their drinks and conversation to notice your camera. You gather a gallery that will sustain you for months, even if they disappear from the public eye again. At first, you’re delighted, overjoyed even, but the immediate realization clouds your mood. 

You sigh. You put your phone down, staring at the twosome once again, but this time, with a yearning desire. They’re within your grasp. Uncertain of the future, you slowly reach out with your hand, imagining a scenario where you pour your heart out to them—how you missed them so badly, how much their disappearance has affected you, and how you’ll wait for them till eternity, even if realistically, you’ll break long before that no matter how long it takes for them to make a song, be in a movie or show, anything. Sure, this all sounds ridiculous, alarmingly disturbing, and should be shared with a therapist instead of two celebrities, but to you, no one would understand more than Minju and Yuri can. 

When you draw your hand back, Minju’s eyes are locked right at yours. She’s gently smiling and waving back. Yuri notices her gesture, recognizes you, and waves along with greater energy. The younger idol giggles at you. She catches you in a moment of weakness, cheeks puffed up and tensely flushed. The two girls exchange a brief glance, Yuri’s eyes alight with a new opportunity to cause more mischief, smirking at her, essentially screaming that no one, not even Minju, can stop her. 

Yuri cocks her head to the side, shoots you a wink, a flying kiss, sticks out her tongue; she flirts with a tinge of both cuteness and sexiness that heightens her attraction—and awakens a bit of your lust. Minju facepalms, awkwardly chuckling, wanting no part in this act. You’re left frozen, in awe at how unabashedly coy she is. She was the resident brat, but now she’s taken her friskiness to a whole new level. Proving your point, she pulls the strap of her dress down, teasing, expression mocking, quietly mouthing, “I know you want it.” Just as shocked as you, her friend’s eyes widen, her hand covering her mouth before tapping Yuri’s shoulder, telling her to stop. Surprisingly, she complies obediently, pulls her thin strap back up. 

Hopefully, no one else besides you saw that.

Averting their gaze for a moment, you take a moment to let the small interaction sink in. You got more than you bargained for: a serenade, a gallery’s worth of photos, and flirty fanservice from your favorite idols. Perhaps this is what you needed to finally bring yourself out of your self-inflicted funk and back to normalcy. Maybe this is what you really need all along: closure. They won’t be in your life moving forward, but your fond memories of them are always there to look back on, and you’re grateful for the joy they provided you during those difficult times.

When you look back up, Minju and Yuri have disappeared from the table across yours; they’re directly seated right in front of you. They’re carefully watching your every move, Yuri’s expression brazen as ever, constantly searching for opportunities to pick you apart, and Minju, her enabler, despite the light admonitions and warnings, shyly following her junior’s eyes. All it takes is one turn before it spirals into a car crash of disastrous proportions.

Thankfully, you’re not the one to break the ice. “Sup,” says Yuri, casually feigning innocence. Your lips move in the shape of hello, but only air comes out. They’ve seen this reaction from fans hundreds of times.

“Hello,” adds Minju, sweetly smiling, as pure as her brightly lit face. “Did you enjoy our little performance?”

It takes a minute—maybe four—before an answer forms in your head. You’ve seen them from afar, you’ve seen them up close, but never in your wildest dreams did you imagine them talking to you on an intimate level. They’re patient, softly giggling over how overwhelmed and speechless you are to respond back. Anyone else in that space would react the same way; you don’t need to move your neck around to feel the jealousy from your fellow patrons. You’re not only carrying your own burdens, but the expectations of others.

“Yeah.” The word comes out natural, without second thought, while your thoughts are focused on them and them alone. Fuck, their skin looks flawless, is your sole noteworthy observation. Even if you had the full capacity to think coherently, you’d end up with this exact same answer. 

“We missed performing on stage, so we felt that it would be nice to go up and—” Minju pauses, repeatedly turning to her friend, silently observing you, trying her best to look diplomatic. “Sing a little bit. We were a little nervous, but I’m glad you liked it.” 

“Well, why haven’t you done that?” you ask, the nervous smile on your features gradually shifting to a frown.

“Done what?”

Leaning forward, the stare you shoot is sharp, cold. “You haven’t been on Instagram in months. Both of you. The other members have been on TV, they’ve been releasing music, they’ve been doing photoshoots, they’re in commercials. They’re being successful, but you—” You pause, aware of your surroundings, trying your hardest not to make a scene. “Where the hell have you been?”

Both girls’ reactions split down the middle as your temper flares ever slightly. Yuri leans back into her chair, turns to her friend, surprised by the sudden shift in tone, anxious of what happens now. Minju remains calm, gently rubs her hand on hers, reassuring her. 

She takes a moment to formulate a response. “It’s been harder than we thought.”

“How come?” 

Another pause. Minju sighs pondering the thought. “You have no idea how much we want to perform, you know. Believe us. We really tried. I’ve auditioned for a few big name projects, got a few scripts from some web dramas. They were glorified cameos at best. You don’t know how painful it is to see the news that someone else got the role in those big projects—”

Yuri nods in agreement, equally as dejected. She adds, “They promised me I’d debut soon. They never specified exactly when. They have this boy group I’ve written songs for, they debuted and made two comebacks already with another one lined up in a few months. I’ve written and recorded so many songs that I absolutely want to perform. Waiting this long, I—”

Yuri pauses, then sighs. Her eyes are glassy.

“I don’t even know if I want to do this anymore.”

The revelation pierces through your heart like an arrow. It’s heartbreaking. Unbelievable, hearing it directly from their mouths. You simply cannot believe they’re struggling when everyone else has been able to successfully continue their careers. Even shittier agencies recognize the treasure they have and at least try to make something happen, but this is completely absurd. It sounds too painful to be true.

Only one word can perfectly describe it. “How?”

“We honestly don’t know.” Minju replies, solemn, downtrodden, defeated. “We might just give up, honestly. Our management won’t do anything to help us. Maybe our time in the spotlight is just meant to be short-lived.”

You remember the rumblings from a while back, how Minju was scouted and offered a seven-figure deal to join her other members in Le sserafim. She declined. In retrospect, she could have saved her career and two months’ worth of migraines with what eventually became a disastrous debut. Fuck, even the thought of seeing her with Sakura and Chaewon together in that alternate reality sparks your imagintion.

“You should have taken that deal, Minju. You really should have.” You put it to her straight, almost mocking, very damning, as if to say, ‘I told you so.’

She sighs through the thought, completely despondent. “Yeah. Maybe.”

The mood is cold, grim. Alcohol releases your most intrusive thoughts, no matter how harsh or intimate they sound. That isn’t to say you don’t regret them; you’ll ponder the consequences in the morning, as usual. At the very least, you find common ground with your two favorite idols, drinking it up through life’s challenges as a coping mechanism.

“I’m sorry,” you suddenly blurt. “I—I just really miss you both on screen.”

“It’s all right,” adds Minju, trying to form a smile through the pain. Seeing the vulnerability in her eyes makes the gesture even more heartbreaking. “I’m just glad you’re still waiting for us. That anyone still wants us.”

“God, you can’t imagine the jealousy I feel whenever I see the others nowadays and immediately wonder what are you doing. I mean, I don’t hate them, I just—” 

“Oh, I understand that feeling very well,” Minju replies, her grin slowly widening, suppressing a chuckle. Yuri takes the bottle on your side to pour a drink on your cup, which she also steals. “We still keep contact and they’re also asking what the fuck are we even doing.”

“Look on the bright side, they don't have time to have fun these days, am I right?” Yuri interrupts, followed by boisterous laughter from her. Minju tries, but gloom gets in the way. You try to laugh, but it hurts to laugh right now, among a multitude of other feelings, particularly, pain, despair, and regret.

“Well, it’s not been fun for me ever since you’ve been gone,” you say.

You slip your phone concealed behind your hand, slide it across the table. The two women smile at what’s on screen; it’s memories from their past. It’s a treasure trove of funny, embarrassing, and endearing captures that border on obsession. If they didn’t know any better, you’d certainly be under a restraining order after seeing the bogus gallery saved on your phone.

“Damn, we looked quite cute,” says Yuri, scrolling between pictures. Their heads inch a little closer, while their free fingers trace around each other’s edges.

“Yeah.” Minju lightly nods. “I’m glad we still have each other, even now.”

The older woman slides the phone back to you. Two pairs of eyes gaze at you, both with piqued interest, but Yuri’s eyes widen, with much bigger intentions in mind.

“We really appreciate that you’re still waiting for us,” adds Minju, humble in tone and demeanor as ever. “Just give us your order tonight. It’s all on us.”

You’re briefly taken aback. Even with your sorry state, you feel as if you don’t deserve to be rewarded. Panickedly, you shake your head, “No—no—please don’t. It’s all right, I’ll pay for my own—”

“We insist; please let us take care of you tonight,” Minju interjects. Yuri glances at her, intrigued by her answer, as a new idea dawns upon her.

“Yeah, you should listen to her,” the younger girl adds, returning her gaze at you with a smirk.  “Let us handle it.”

That was your first mistake.

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Actually, the first mistake was focusing on them to begin with, and the second was allowing them to close the space in your heart.

Yuri leads the way back to your apartment and is the first one in; that’s when you realize the mess you’ve gotten yourself in—both literally and figuratively. Empty food packs and spilled beer bottles make up most of the litter that fills every room in your once decent flat. It makes you look even worse than you already are. Mentally you’re apologizing, growing more flustered as your two uninvited guests explore your place. Minju’s been reserved the entire time that the expression she makes is nearly indistinguishable, even though her mouth gradually slacks seeing the shitshow you’ve been living in for a while.  

“Your place is really cute!” Yuri knocks off some of the mess on the living room table before hopping on the desk, completely disregarding the wet puddle that now stains her black dress. 

Minju’s mouth opens, but not a single word is uttered. It’s no longer her problem. 

It’s yours.

“I hope you don’t mind us hanging out for a bit,” she says, and you’re not opposed to the notion in the slightest. Anything to liven up your place. 

You and Minju leave Yuri by herself on the desk—for now. From across the table is the only piece in the apartment left untouched. Dusty, but unsullied. It’s a shelf filled with merch, albums, and group pictures. 

“You took this?” She reaches her hand out to a particular photo, a framed picture of her and Yuri doing fanservice during one of their concerts. You quietly nod.

She smiles wider at the shot. “Would you like me to sign it?”

As you’re about to reply, Yuri swoops in between you both, tired of being ignored for at least five minutes. 

“Hey! What are you doing—” she notices the framed picture, disrupting her train of thought. “Ooh! I remember this! We look cute here, Minmin!” Without any consideration, the younger girl snatches the framed photo from her friend.

“Can we keep this?” 

“No.” Minju tries to take the photo back, but Minju brushes her away. “That’s his photo, you can’t just—”

“I’ll buy it for lots of money!”

“Stop! No amount of money can buy the sentimental value it has. Just give it back.”

“But money can’t buy this pussy though.” Yuri lifts the bottom of her dress, teasing her panties. Minju immediately pushes it back down.

“Yuri!”

“What?” Yuri asks, lips pouting, tone innocent, as if unaware of the stunt she just pulled off. “You know how horny these fanboys are.” Turning to you, she reaches the photo out for you to reclaim. “Your choice.” 

There’s no resistance when you take the photo back and return it from the shelf. Yuri’s hands are itching to grab at her dress again, as if daring you to prove her point. Minju’s on edge, on the cusp of bailing, ready to take her friend with her before this messy situation leads to something worse. It’s a little tense, the mood a little suffocating, and none of you are able to make the best judgment calls.

“Sorry,” mutters Minju, now holding her friend’s hand. “I’m really sorry about that. We should leave—” 

“No you’re not—” Yuri blurts out, before Minju places her other hand on her mouth, visibly irate by her malicious behavior. 

“It’s all good,” you mumble, still fixated on the very notion that they’re in your apartment. One way or another, you want them to stay a little longer. And then you make your next mistake. “I mean, in all honesty, it’s about time I should get rid of these. Like I said before, I haven’t been able to move on, but you two are getting by just fine.”

“Right.” Minju’s gaze is sympathetic, enchanting, endearing—everything that reminds you of simpler times. The thought dawned on you at times, when you really considered burning it all—no, not even considering selling it to more sensible people—but actually burning the bridge connecting you and them. Though you say you want to move on, you understood it would haunt you for the rest of your life if you actually followed through with such an impulsive decision. “But you shouldn’t.”

Yuri pushes Minju’s hand off her. “I think you just need a little pussy. It’s not that deep.”

“Yuri!” Minju faces her with an even more annoyed glare. 

“Maybe you’re right,” you blurt, capturing the girls’ attention. “I’m not free of sin, I do think you’re hot. Both of you.”

“Told you.” Yuri gloats, shaking her other hand free of Minju’s grip. She then approaches you, caresses your shoulders up to your cheek, lightly brushing the sides of your hair. “Tell me: am I the most fuckable member of the group?”

Knowing that Yuri has won, Minju stops trying to intervene. Admittedly, it was, in fact, Minju you thought was the most fuckable, and that’s no easy feat in such a stacked group, but to appease her, you nod. 

“Come here,” murmurs Yuri, her fingertips rubbing around your chin as she drags you down for a sinful, deep kiss. Your fingers thread on her dress, the very same one she threatened to pull, now in your possession to grip. Her leg wraps around your hip as she pulls you closer, yearning for more of you, at the expense of your balance. It’s all falling into place, close to falling apart. 

Then she says the two words that ultimately end you.

“Fuck me.”

And that’s when everything breaks.

You both end up in your bedroom, pushing Yuri onto the mattress, then hastily ridding yourself of your clothes: tie, coat, and shirt in that order. She kicks off her heels, smirking, tongue sticking out—teasing you with glimpses of her legs, panties, and pussy as you struggle to push down your pants. I know you want it, she mouths, and you’re inadvertently nodding in agreement. From the onset, you knew her dress wouldn’t come off on its own; she’s challenging you to rip it off her body, which you had every intention to do.

Your pants are still halfway down your legs when you join her in bed, completely removed after you shake the now useless heap off your feet. Yuri pulls you while you’re still approaching her for another passionate kiss. She recognizes your desire to undress her just as quickly, too. From lips to lips, she lightly brushes you down, your lips landing on her chin, neck, and collarbones. Your hand tries to grab a piece of her clothing; she parries your every attempt at her dress. 

“You won’t make this easy, will you?” you say, aware of her daunting challenge but worked up regardless.

“Of course,” replies Yuri, visibly smug, getting amusement from riling people up. She rolls to the side and wraps her arms around your waist in a tight embrace. Kissing your forehead, she adds, “Show me how bad you wanna fuck me.”

It’s the right combination of seductive words, tone, and taunting demeanor that causes you to wrestle control over her. Reciprocating her kiss to your forehead, you return the favor, whisper an equally filthy reply that makes her squirm with excitement. “I’m gonna fuck this pussy so hard. Gonna fucking wreck you.”

“Try me.”

You slip both straps of her dress down her arms, enough to reveal her round, perky breasts without any cleavage. Without any further hesitation you keep going; nose, lips, neck, down to her chest—you leave a sloppy trail of bite marks, not even kisses in your wake. Yuri shuts her eyes, whines, folds like a deck with your arousing touch. Her body’s feeding your aching, hungry soul better than any meal ever could.

If it were up to you, and if it was in your capacity, the rest of her garment would be ripped in half through your teeth. Instead, they’re bunched up halfway around her waist, with the bottom half pushed up with your hand as you take hold of her panties. Digging your fingers between them, she winces, groans sympathetically, as your thumb presses on her folds, twisting her legs between yours uncomfortably. A single touch informs you that she’s wet at her core, aching, throbbing. She told you it wouldn’t be this easy; you’ll make sure it stays that way.

“Goddamn, Yuri. This wet already and I’m barely getting down with what I wanna do with you,” you mumble, your thumb lightly nudging against her folds. She’s trembling, breathing rapidly, fingers now gripped on the edge of your sheets, unable to keep still, her lips forming incoherent babbles. Add your other hand in the equation, take a handful of her chest, palm it around your grip for you to play with. It doesn’t do much that already overwhelms her senses, but her flesh is so squeezable, so malleable, so delicate to grasp, it becomes almost impossible to let go.

You dig your fingers around Yuri’s clit, her hips slowly grinding in tandem with your efforts to pleasure her. Her thighs involuntarily spread, providing more space for your fingers to be swallowed up by the tightness of her folds. With each pump and withdrawal, your digits are coated in copious amounts of slick. The sensations in her aching core pull your hand in like a magnet, allowing you to indulge in the erotic sight of Yuri quaking, screaming, tossing her head back beneath you. 

“Yes, yes, yes—keep going—fuck—” Yuri makes her blissful cries loud and clear, enough for your neighbors to hear, way past any subtlety. Maintaining a steady rhythm fingering the mewling woman, you move your other hand back and forth between her shapely breasts, squeezing and kneading them, your eyes inching closer with each ripple, bounce, and jiggle. Something about the way she melts with every move you make on her slowly drives you wild, your mind racing with countless sinful desires you’ve been quietly suppressing ever since you first laid your eyes on them.

If not for how addicting it is to feel her soft flesh in your hand, it’d be hardening your cock right now. Doesn’t matter; you’ve been slowly gliding your legs, positioning yourself directly atop her, your bulge aching against her thighs, yearning for her skin. Can’t grow too comfortable, even as she squirms, yelps, writhes beneath your grasp. She adjusts, becomes acclimated to your fingers as it draws more slick, airily begging for more. Even before she considers the thought, you’re one step ahead of her, quickening your pace, generating a sloppy, satisfying sound while she leaks on your sheets.

You’re losing it, reveling in this newfound power you have over Yuri, that her orgasmic screams of pain and pleasure go overlooked. It isn’t clear whether she wants you to keep going or to stop. Your fingers never relent, even while she makes a quivering mess of your bedsheets and wetting your thigh and boxers. Eventually, you withdraw your digits from her torrentially drenched cunt. Another sticky waterfall drips on already inundated sheets. She can’t stop cumming. She doesn’t want to stop, body willing.

Yuri tosses her legs around, weak legs still violently trembling from her orgasm. The room returns to its usually quiet setting—except the gentle sound of sloppy flesh lingers. A bit quieter, more subdued, but your ears recognize a familiar sound. 

Oh, right.

Somehow, you completely overlooked Minju’s presence. While you were focused on pleasuring Yuri, she had quietly leaned against the bedroom door, one of her hands following yours to that same pleasurable spot, watching with glazed eyes, enjoying the sight of her friend getting her rightful punishment. An unforgivable offense, but anyone else in your position would have done the same thing, especially when a half naked Yuri’s offering herself up on your bed. 

“I was expecting you to go all the way,” she drawls, breathing heavily between words. She doesn’t care that your eyes are looking down, following her hand deep between her underwear hypnotically. “I hate to say it, but I was feeling a little jealous of her.”

Without a word, you quickly slide down her already unzipped jeans, her panties to follow. Holding her active hand, you draw it away from her core, your eyes intertwined in a passionate gaze. Time slows to a crawl. Your lips inches apart from sparking another fire. The whole time you’ve known her, she’s been quiet, reserved, nervous to make a move—that she’d ask you seven times before finally going for whatever move she wants to make.

She pulls you for a deep kiss, her other hand tugging down your wet boxers. Pressing your weight against hers, she strokes your hard cock, rubs it against her aching core, moans seductively in your ear. You’re biting down on her neck, collarbones, anything that marks her, tells the world you fucked her. Your hands latch onto her hourglass shaped waist, lightly pushing her on the bedroom door, lightly taking her off the ground without any grace, her skin another addiction to ruin your life.

Kissing down her clothed chest, you make quick work of her off-shoulder shirt before you dive back into her perfect body. Minju whimpers and whines,her nails digging into your back as you peck your way toward her core. She feels so right in your grasp; her ridiculous proportions, her slender legs, her unreal navel that warrants a prolonged kiss—everything about Kim Minju’s body was meant to be worshiped. She brings you to your knees, down to your lowest. It was easy to ruin Yuri, but this is something far beyond your level. 

How do you deserve something like this?

Looking between her spread legs, you contemplate the thought. Minju’s achingly wet, just like her younger friend. She regains a little composure and realizes you’re on your knees, frozen in place. The graceful and patient woman she is, she gently caresses your cheek, forcing you to meet her gentle gaze. “Take me. Even just for tonight, I’m yours.”

Her lips draw yours like a magnet. Minju breaks eye contact at the first touch, moaning as your tongue familiarizes itself with her deliciously soft folds. Her head repeatedly thumps against the door with a thud, Digging your hands on her thighs, you’ve got Minju exactly where you want her to be: wrapped around your head in a suffocating lock. It doesn’t matter that your words come out as corrupted babble; your tongue is doing all the talking, and it loves her pussy.

“That’s it, that feels so good.” She rubs her hands on your hair, gradually shifting into a grip of the back of your skull as you acclimate to her velvety walls. “Doesn’t fucking me feel better than Yuri does?”

You’ll make your final comparison when you’re done with them both. For now, you’re focused on devouring Minju’s cunt, or dying by thigh asphyxiation—whichever comes first. Her approving moans encourage you, as if you needed any further motivation, and even if you lacked the desire, which is a completely absurd thought, her legs are there to make sure you drink up till she has nothing left.

Her juices taste so sweet, so divine, that even if your tongue dries up, you'd still be relentlessly eating her out. Soon enough, your tongue digs through every sensitive nerve and spot, setting every nerve in Minju’s body on fire. Little by little, you’re chipping away at her dainty facade. Her volume and pitch rises and rises; her grip on your hair and face tightens further. She’s exactly like her friend: a screaming mess that loves getting fucked. 

There’s no tempo, no constant pace in the manner you take Minju—only a need to devour. Her patience knows only one thing too: the reward of an inevitable climax. She’s slowly grinding her hips against your face, pulling you further into her wrecked folds. It’s too fast and too sudden; you’re amazed at how she’s this alarmingly drenched—

“Fuck!”

Minju cries out, pulling you harshly by the hair, turning your face into a canvas of sticky nectar. From your vantage point, her eyes are slammed shut, mouth agape, stuck in suspended animation while her body violently trembles, even shaking your foundations. She’s completely lost in the high of her release, basking in the powerful sensations washing over her. As the lewd scene plays out, your tongue eagerly gathers up her juices. It overflows, drips down your chest and spills all over the floor even when you carry her to bed, flippantly tossing her beside her freshly fucked friend.

You take a breather to taste them both at once. Euphoric.

—————

The sight in front of you is enough to make you cum. Your two favorite members splayed on your bed, at their barest, in a state of coming undone because of your handiwork. And you still haven’t put your dick inside either of them. Deciding which one to slide your cock in first is a life or death decision. You’ll make your choice after you flip them on their backs.

You’re stroking your cock as you join the two girls on the bed, your other hand caressing Minju and Yuri’s skin back and forth, grabbing a pair of handfuls of ass. Time is a nonfactor; you’ve got all night to do every fantasy you’ve imagined with them, yet they’re still reeling from their initial orgasms, taking longer to recover. 

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” you whisper against Minju’s back, adding emphasis with each word, send a shiver all over her spine. Yuri feels every word too. “I dream about this exact scenario often. You, completely naked on your back, as I fuck you and cum all over this hot pussy from behind—” you follow, before you’re overcome by the urge to kiss her shoulder. It’s better than whatever dreams you’ve conjured up, because it’s real. You rub your cock against Minju’s folds, and it’s an immaculate sensation that not even your imagination can conjure up. 

The tension hardly stretches for more than a few precious moments. Even without words, you understood they were impatient, and so were you. Deep in your gut, there’s a fear that if you wasted a little more time, this once in a lifetime opportunity will disappear in a blink of an eye. 

“Fuck.” Minju’s pussy feels so incredibly tight, you never want to pull out from the uncertainties of tomorrow. It’s all the more intense when you draw yourself out, then thrust back in, watch as your cock enters and exits her cunt at a steady tempo. The bed gently rocks in harmony with your motion, moving like the ticks of a clock. The longer you fuck her, the longer the fantasy remains. 

You grab her by the shoulder, by the waist, by her hair. Any part you haven’t marked red, you see red. Minju remains motionless, body lightly rippling, reduced to a groaning heap with each stroke. In this prone position, she’s nothing but a toy for your pleasures. You’re dominating her. You can tell she hasn’t taken dick this hard in a long time by her rising tone. You have plenty of filthy things to say, but you’ll let your hips do all the talking for you. 

She feels so fucking good, so fucking hot.

It only seems appropriate that you almost lose yourself in Minju’s heat when suddenly, Yuri cries out for you. “Please.”

You don’t relent. Instead, by instinct, your pace quickens. Snaking your hand on her shoulder, you inch closer to Minju’s head, gently nibbling her ear. “God, Minju, you’re such a delightful fucktoy. So much easier to handle than your friend.”

Yuri’s hand reaches out to yours, and it snaps you from your lust-fueled haze. Her eyes sparkle under the dim light, cutely whimpering, “Fuck me please.”

Can’t hide the smirk on your face after she pleads. You face her, relentlessly pounding into Minju’s pussy, to prove a point. Assert control. You know she has no power over you. You’re threatening to undo yourself before she even gets a hint of mercy.

“I’m yours too,” says Yuri, looking penitent, even though in reality, this was her plan. “You said you were my favorite too, right? Please.”

Something about cutie Yuri tugs at your heartstrings. Cruel as you are, you’ve still got a soft spot. Maybe you fold this easily for cute girls like her. Maybe you’re not as assertive as you’ve projected yourself. 

Your shadow hovers atop her. You have a hand gripped on her throat, your wet, hard cock lining against her slick folds. “Brat.”

There’s a subtle smile when you say the word. Her title. Her claim to fame. No matter how submissive she may act, deep down she’s a true brat and prides herself as one. A point made deeper when you impale her pussy with your cock. She screams—a sharp contrast to the subdued Minju. A way to make her point.

“Deeper! Harder! Fuck me hard!” Her voice comes out strained due to your palm firmly pressed on her neck. You lift her slightly upward, snake your suffocating hand down to her breast. Soft, pillowy flesh you squeeze, claim as yours. You’re crooning against her neck while adjusting to her equally hot tightness. Her pleasured-wracked face sticks a rebellious tongue out, darting in your direction as her hand frisks your torso. “You know deep down I’m a better fuck than her—fuck!”

She yelps, falls down to earth without grace. Her hands press on the sheets as you fuck her—ravage her pretty little cunt. No tempo, no slow burn, only raw, unadulterated pounding. Your palm tightly presses her tit, twists her face into even more lewd, unbearable pleasure. The words she has are lost, turned into deafening screams that echo throughout the room. “So! Fucking! Deep!”

It’s sinful, it’s hot, it’s perfect. You have her exactly where you want, propped on all fours as you mindlessly fuck her into submission, hands roaming her chest, her waist, her ass, lips kissing her shoulders and neck. She’s reduced to nothing but a high pitched mess; God, you’re sure everyone knows you’ve got Jo Yuri in bed now. Oh well. You’ve got a story to tell over coffee break on Monday.

It’s only when you force yourself to stop—and this is no easy feat—that she quiets down. Your cock is upset; you’ve edged yourself inside their hot pussy twice now, you can’t keep yourself in limbo forever, among other possible implications. The thought of protection never really bubbled up until this point, but you’re so far gone, far past the point of no return. 

You’ll play with fate a little more before leaving yourself in its unpredictable hands.

The tango goes back and forth; Minju then Yuri, in that order, a few minutes at a time, which stretches into hours. You’ve twisted them in positions you fantasized and beyond your imagination, fucking both former idols till your cock can no longer bear with you. So when you have to make that fateful decision, it’s merely an illusion. Even as they make their deepest pleas for you to claim what’s rightfully yours, you reject the notion and take your own path.

It only seems right that the share of warm load is spread over their toned stomachs. In the aftermath of your long overdue orgasm, you fall back and wonder if it was the right decision. Initially, their faces are shaken with disbelief, utterly shocked that for once, the fan never came inside either of them, before all three of you eventually succumbed to their soreness and exhaustion. 

—————

By some miracle, you’re standing on your two feet, holding onto Minju’s shoulders as she turns on the shower. Running water gushes over all three of you as it flows down your bodies without moving with the intended purpose of cleaning yourselves up. The older woman tilts her head at an angle where your lips find solace in her collarbones, gently pecking her skin—not the rough, sloppy lovemaking you’d been doing for the past hour, but intimate, sentimental love. She eventually turns around to rub her hand across your entangled arm, sharing in your warmth. Yuri hugs you from behind, her arms wrapped around your waist, nuzzling her head against your back like her favorite pillow. It’s your innermost desires at its most raw, fully realized. 

You feel content. You feel grateful. 

The same three words repeat in your mouth over and over, spaced between the occasional kiss to both idols, deeply imprinting how much they mean to you. “I love you. I love you.”

You barely scrub each other for over ten minutes before you leave the shower. The two girls crash back into your bed after a rushed effort to dry up, completely overlooking their wet hair. You quietly follow, putting yourself in the center as your two biases instinctively wrap an arm around you, the now quiet mood in the room a far cry from the loud mess it was when you first entered. The last image saved in your head is Yuri’s gentle smile, her finger reaching out to brush away a little strand of hair before you all eventually pass out from exhaustion.

You’ve never been in a better position to die happier.

—————

The morning after is the first after a long time that you don’t feel like complete shit. 

The room reeks of sex—a smell that will permeate for a long, long time. Thankfully, it’s the weekend and you’re in no rush to put on your typical office wear. Minju and Yuri are long gone, and so is any trace of their presence in your apartment, except the lingering scent of last night’s activities. Just like that, life goes on.

Mostly.

The day after, you’ve tidied up most of your apartment. By Monday, to the surprise of your employer, you start working past the usual 9-to-5. He makes a little comment about your sudden change of heart walking past your cubicle. “You’re usually the first one out.”

The snarky remark goes overlooked, mostly because you’re preoccupied with thoughts of Minju and Yuri, as usual. You drown yourself in monotonous officework with the purpose of collapsing once you go home. It works. You’d rather be anywhere but home or holding a bottle.

A week passes. Rumblings of your character development spread like wildfire around the workplace, but you pay no heed to it. Friday arrives, and it pains you to hear that you’re not allowed to work overtime hours because of their employee friendly policy. Your mates invite you for a night at some club downtown, but you decline. Some part of you clings to the little hope that they might be there tonight.

The place is mostly empty, save for a few early patrons. You’ve got all night and the weekend, but you didn’t have to wait very long. 

As soon as you put your menu down, ready for dinner, the two women have taken seats right in front of you. No words necessary, only warm, easy smiles. 

You smile back. “Is this going to be our thing now?”

Now armed with dangerously alluring blonde hair, Yuri briefly kisses you, followed by an inviting smirk shared with Minju that tells you everything you need to know. “We hope your weekend schedule is empty. We have so much in store for you.”

—————

(A/N: I really love fan x idol stories, so this particular one hits all the right notes for me. Apologies once again for taking too long, this was supposed to be done when Taxi dropped (great comeback, go stream!). It's amazing to see Yuri potentially hitting it big globally with her Squid Game 2 casting news, here's hoping Minjobless can find big roles in movies and dramas as well! She deserves it. Thank you for reading!)

(PS: College started up again and I'm drowning in intensive research and assignments, oof. Currently, the only day I have free time is Sunday, since I have school stuff six of the seven days of the week. Expect more lengthy gaps of this magnitude between fics. Additionally, the Pokémon DLC is coming out real soon, which definitely will occupy my spare time more. However, this will change sometime around mid-to-late September, so here's hoping I can get a few more fics out for you. Appreciate you as always <3)

#smut #kpop smut #jo yuri #kim minju #minju #yuri

[melvisik]

OFMD S2 SPOILERS

This is complete self indulgence (but then, this is Tumblr, and there is an analysis towards the bottom). Just reiterating how notable the merman scene is, both from the practical way it was done and the metaphorical significance. But first to preface with a confession: I seek out spoilers, so with the prior expectation of seeing a merman!Stede, it was fairly obvious he was going to show up at this particular moment. Honestly not sure how this could be handled without disclosure. That knowledge or lack thereof is absolutely a contributing factor on the 'cringe' element. It can seem a little cringe, mostly from the fact we got something so outlandishly unexpected at a beautifully critical moment. But Stede is a cringe person:

And besides, as far as unusual things happening at emotional scenes, last season we had this:

Here is poor Edward Teach spilling his heart out, and Stede is presenting a much different air than the situation might call for. It didn't feel inauthentic per se (that is legit moment of confusion), but the atmosphere for a scene in an emotionally charged, key-point moment of a character's story arc just felt a little off (in my opinion anyway).

But you know what? This is a comedy. And as far as the performance goes, from what we've seen so far, Rhys Darby charges into any situation with stalwart commitment and full steam ahead, no matter how cringeworthy the risk.

And that includes donning a shimmering fish tail, grabbing a trident, and swimming in a large water tank to smile at the camera.

Major props to him for that, it takes guts.

(Also, it's just frickin cool to try out a gorgeously decked out merperson tail. Lucky sunuvabitch...)

Plus, as so many others have pointed out, the metaphor is just breathtaking. It's not just about the show being a comedy and playing off the strangeness of a merman showing up, but it's about what the scene represents. Hold on now, this is gonna be a long one... During that kiss on the beach, Stede Bonnet was so much of what Edward Teach has been yearning for in his life. Yes Stede is a representation of the 'finer' things (which Ed's own mother told him he could never have), but he's also kindness, understanding, support, love... things that Edward has more than likely been denied over and over again. For instance- in this tiny moment in his dream sequence, when Ed tries out being Jeff the Innkeeper, the figure of his old captain Hornigold is all for taking it way too seriously, bringing Ed down to face the cruelties of reality.

But in these kinds of scenes, Stede plays with Ed. He is all for Blackbeard's Bar and Grill, and if someone is being a dick and not wanting to go visit the gift shop, he'll be there to give Ed encouragement.

And then there's this:

And this:

Ed vaguely reminds me of Aldonza from Man of la Mancha, which is a whole other analysis, but it's basically a character so beaten down by life that the very concepts of feeling worthy and being treated with kindness are devastating: Blows and abuse, I can take and give back again. Tenderness, I cannot bear. -"Aldonza" from Man of la Mancha. But Ed's vision of Stede seems to represent all the gentleness and sweetness Ed so desperately craves, and when Stede shows up here, he is so happy to see him. First mate 'we've-known-each-other-a-long-time' Izzy Hands flat out tells Ed that he loves him, and this is Ed's reaction:

Because, lest we forget, Izzy told him that he wanted Blackbeard, not Edward, and that Edward better watch his fucking step.

From Ed's point of view, who the hell is the harsh pirate Izzy to tell Edward that he loves him, when all he really seems to love is the persona of Blackbeard? But this is his reaction to the warm, gentle Stede Bonnet, who is supportive of the man Edward Teach and all his vulnerabilities:

Also, within the scene itself, it is so important that Stede doesn't untie the rope from around Ed's waist. Here, this lays it out beautifully:

Edited based on a post I cannot find: This is also a rebirth for Ed - surrounded by wet and darkness, going towards the light, and taking his first new breath (while This Woman's Work plays in the background, a song literally about a problematic birth as the partner feels practically helpless to do anything)...

So it's something Stede can't physically assist with. He can only give Ed support and a little guidance. In summation, as Edward plunges into the depths of despair, literally weighted down by his trauma, here comes this sweet, loving sea creature that is so different from anything he has ever known but has always wanted. Now, this could be problematic, as this season is probably going to delve more into how Ed and Stede see their roles fairly differently, with one ready to move on from the pirate life and the other ready to jump right in. Stede certainly doesn't seem to view himself as a sweet, goldfish merman, as currently he is all about being a swashbuckler.

But for now, Ed's vision met with Stede's heart-wrenching desperation...

...brilliantly highlights how much Ed and Stede mean to each other. And for this sequence, Rhys Darby learned a new skill and was fully present with Taika Waititi (MAJOR props to him also for shooting this underwater moment so frickin beautifully) in one of the most memorable scenes thus far.

Maybe his motivation for doing it was just because merpersoning is a neat thing to do, but the result really meant a lot. To see him there with Taika's Edward in an actual tail, and not just Taika reacting to a body double with a masked over face or a CGI tail that will always be fake no matter how real it looks... Mad respect, man. And thank you. P.S. Also this:

Absolutely. Personally could not be more thrilled that they used practical effects rather than CGI. It shows, OFMD team. It really shows ❤️

#merman stede #mermaid stede #steard #ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death season 2 spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #edward x stede #edward teach #stede bonnet #izzy hands

[trivialbob]

With cooler temperatures comes, for me, the transition from clear to brown liquor. Tonight I’m wearing flannel pajama bottoms, Haflinger slippers, and my favorite sweatshirt while enjoying a Manhattan as Sheila and I watch the Packers/Bears game. She’s a big fan of Green Bay. I just like a close game.

My brother is also a Packers fan. He goes to one or two games in Green Bay each year. I went with him and our dad once several years ago. I like Lambeau field and the history of the Packers.

Earlier tonight Sheila and I stopped by our nearby brewery. We laughed and talked with people around us. Our dogs were there too (with a dozen other dogs). The food truck was a brick-oven pizza thing. I wasn’t in the mood for pizza, so we got Snuffy’s burgers to go from the nearby restaurant..

I got a Plaza Burger. The Plaza is a bar in Madison, where I went to college. It’s one of my favorite Madison bars. A number of restaurants I’ve been to have copied the Plaza Burger (Swiss cheese, grilled onions, sour cream and chives on a pumpernickel bun). The burger was good, but the experience didn’t match up to some late night in 1986.

As I watch football I’m also doing laundry. The A/C is off. All the windows are open. I love smelling the dryer exhaust. It makes the house smell fresh.

[ivorypidgeon]

And On The Eighth Day

And on the eighth day

God made New York,

And everything far and in between,

Thus I spoke,

To my coffee cup that never runs dry,

In this diner down by the Lex,

My mind has been off it, the -

They don’t joke when they say the city doesn’t sleep

My eyes haven’t closed in over 30 hours,

That same glare I recognise in the fluorescent glass,

Thinking of her, thinking of New York

Soaked, coarsed and poached in my double denim,

I think of past ramblings 

In the city with you,

That beloved smell of concrete, grease and gas,

Hardened by steel, a cigarette and a spliff on a sun-beaten court in Chinatown,

Overlooking the giant burning meteorite in the sky,

I think of,

The blue ink staining my napkin,

I think of,

Getting my hair braided behind a deli on Graham,

I think of,

Coconut oil cakes topped with condensed milk,

Oh, my desire,

In this little garden of Eden,

Where I drink from the fountain of my youth,

Purple capes dancing in the wind,

Smiling, for this glorious picture day,

Grins all over the town,

Drums bang and the Washington Arch vibrates,

One nation under one groove,

What is this,

Like ballet dancers, they float, 

Top off like a convertible,

Top off like I just got laid out on the checkerboard,

One deep breath before I,

Spout off again and tumble through the weeds in this grand wondrous endless painless plain,

In the centre of my heart,

I clasped on that necklace,

I held on to that love, my want and our lack,

Permanent like the pyramids of Egypt,

Permanent like this frightened moment of oneness - my loneliness,

Preserved without air,

Under the ground straggling for room in this infinite sarcophagus,

The skulls of millions lining the countless steps,

Our blood splashed over this mighty flag,

And His naked body, Justice, hammered on a perpendicular wood beam,

A cross for us to all bear,

This mighty city,

With its resounding chaos,

Sprawling over the pavement searching for one more meaning,

To this untiring fabled story we call life

I’m thinking of,

I’m thinking of the biiiiiiig city.

Even when the rainclouds come,

I’m still swinging by the telephone poles,

To hear you say, you’re in love with this guy,

If not, I’ll just —

After all, I’m living, learning, stumbling,

Side by side,

So you can hear me scream,

Hallelujah all the way from the upper west side,

Just one postcard memory,

Scrawled over my face in a mirror in a bathroom in a bar in Brooklyn,

Then back on the subway with a new friend or two or three,

Shaking with the streetcar we found in the Hudson,

But wait,

Please remember that…

If I lost your love,

I’d never want to let you down,

Never want you to forget this loveliness,

That we found in the bottom of the takeout box,

Or the end of a joint we rolled a summer ago,

As we barrel down the 390,

Thinking how did we get here,

How do we fix this,

And my chalk cracked on the asphalt,

I’m sorry,

         I’m thinking offffff,

I’m thinking of the trees that line your backyard,

The smell of fresh cut grass and a grill burning, billowing smoke,

As the sprinklers crack and splinter into your dog’s gaping jaws,

I’m thinking of,

The smooth plain we call your abdomen that I laid my head down,

Waiting for that midnight bodily howl that we found in your dashboard next to the

Red Stripes we found by a lake that sat near the highway 405,

I’ve come, come from miles away,

Just to see you,

Hear you say those words again,

Like, I love you or something like that,

My word and your bond,

And I’m not just cheering from the bleachers,

When I jump across the base and run all the way home,

Back into your everlasting arms,

       I’m thinking of,

Chapels on mountains,

Maple syrup hills and the hum of your car like it just needed

some love,

This summer camp madness got us going crazy

Had us singing to the birds,

Like we were barking mad,

Like we were swimming, waiting for the shit just to hit me,

Waiting for the pollen clouds to wash over us and send us adrift,

Over these worlds of wheat and fields of grain.

On these cemetery blues,

And some wild pony ashes,

Got my top off like a ‘Vette,

Thinking of the first night we met,

Head in my hands then hand in hand,

Cruising down the interstate and rumbling through my woven hairs,

I thought I had already seen it like a deer caught in the headlights

In this room, we are empty,

Under this moon, we are one

Down Crescent Avenue,

Under the rusted bridges,

And the chemtrail candy skies

All these dreams, my memories

One order of a burger, milkshake and fries then

Waking up without you,

Back to the tarred monoliths,

And then the white sky,

But until I see you again,

Drive safe.

#poetry #poem

[uniqueladymonika]

 Multi-Cuisine Restaurants Near Vagator Beach

Vagator Beach, located in the North of Goa, India, is a popular tourist destination known for its serene environment and stunning views. If you're looking for Multi-Cuisine Restaurants Near  Beach, here are a few options you may consider:

Gunpowder: A traditional Indian restaurant known for its Goan and Portuguese-style dishes.

Fisherman's Wharf: This restaurant specializes in seafood and offers a wide range of dishes, including grilled fish, prawns, and calamari.

Little Italy: As the name suggests, Little Italy serves Italian cuisine, including pastas, pizzas, and risottos.

Gunny Baga: A casual dining restaurant that serves a mix of Indian and Continental cuisine.

Thirsty Bear: A bar and restaurant that offers a variety of drinks and dishes, including sandwiches, burgers, and salads.

These are just a few of the many options available near Vagator Beach. You can also check local food and travel websites for more recommendations and reviews.

[a1poolremovals]

7 Things You Can Do With Your Backyard After Pool Removal

Removing a swimming pool from your property can be a time-consuming and expensive process, but it can also be necessary for many reasons. Pool removal Melbourne may be necessary if the pool area has become too dangerous to use, or simply is no longer needed by the homeowner. Whatever the reason for wanting to take out an existing swimming pool, understanding how it’s done is important so that you know what to expect from the process and its associated costs. 

The first step in a swimming pool demolition project is draining away all of the water. Depending on how deep your pool is, this could take several days to complete. Once the water has been drained out completely, any remaining debris should be removed from inside of the pool such as leaves, twigs and other debris that could have built up at the bottom of the pool. 

The second step is to break down any concrete or steel structures around the pool, such as coping stones, walkways and steps. This can be done with a jackhammer and other heavy machinery. After all of these structures are broken apart into smaller pieces, they can then be more easily hauled away from the site. 

Next, a hole will need to be dug where the swimming pool was located. Hiring excavation equipment is usually necessary for this task since it requires digging several feet deep into the ground to remove all parts of the pool structure. The area should be filled with soil and compacted before moving on to the next step. 

Finally, any debris from the pool such as plastic or rubber liners must be removed. This can often be a tedious and time-consuming process since these materials are not easily broken down by machines. Once all of these materials have been removed, the site should then be levelled off so that it’s ready for any future landscaping projects.

Taking out a swimming pool is a major undertaking and can be expensive. But, once it's gone, the possibilities for your backyard are endless! With some creative ideas, you can turn your newly acquired space into something even more enjoyable than before. 

Here are some things you can do with your backyard once pool demolition is done. 

Create an Outdoor Kitchen

Take advantage of your newfound square footage and build an outdoor kitchen complete with a built-in grill, refrigerator, sink, and countertops. This will make meal prep during summer evenings effortless and adds great value to any home. 

Build a Playground

Install a swing set or playset to give your kids something fun to do in the yard while you relax. You can also create a sandpit or even a trampoline for added entertainment value. 

Plant Some Trees

Planting trees provide shade, adds beauty, and increases the value of your property. Choose from fruit or nut-bearing varieties to enjoy their delicious produce! 

Put in Patio Stones

Build an outdoor patio with stones or bricks and use it as a gathering place for friends and family. Add seating areas, fire pits, and even an outdoor bar to make it extra special! 

Install A Pond

Create a peaceful water feature by installing a pond in your backyard. Fill it with koi fish, turtles, frogs – whatever you like – to add more life to your space. 

Sow a Garden

Create a garden for growing fruits, vegetables, and herbs. This is also a great way to teach kids about the benefits of eating fresh produce! 

Start Composting

Make use of organic material such as leaves, grass clippings and food scraps by turning them into compost. Not only will it save you money on fertilizer but it's also beneficial for the environment. 

These are just some of the many things you can do with your backyard after pool demolition. With a bit of imagination, you can turn your newly acquired square footage into something extraordinary! So go ahead and get creative – let's see what amazing spaces you come up with!

#PoolRemovalMelbourne

[distraughtpigeon]

THONG LO & EKKAMI

[4K] Walk of Sukhumvit Soi 63 & Soi 55

Lᴜᴋᴇ Wᴀʟᴋs around the EKKAMAI and THONGLO BTS area in Bangkok, Thailand in [4k] with NO COMMENTARY. 1hour walk down Sukhumvit Soi 63, Sukhumvit Soi 44 and across Thong Lo Soi 10 and shares what Ekkamai and Thong Lor areas have to offer in [4K], on the afternoon of the Sunday, 18th of July 2021. 1hr walk | 60min tour | Bangkok, Thailand | NO commentary Luke's PLACES OF INTEREST in the EKKAMAI and THONGLO areas and also Luke's 1hr WALKING ROUTE has been mapped out and shared on GOOGLE MAPS: https://www.google.com/maps/d/u/0/edi...

PLACES OF INTEREST:

Ekkamai BTS Station | Sukhumvit Rd, Phra Khanong, Khlong Toei, Bangkok 10110 | สถานีรถไฟฟ้าเอกมัย | ถ. สุขุมวิท แขวง พระโขนง เขตคลองเตย กรุงเทพมหานคร 10110 Thong Lo BTS Station | Sukhumvit Rd, Khlong Tan Nuea, Watthana, Krung Thep Maha Nakhon 10110 ting

Clock Wine Bar and Italian Restaurant

Major Cineplex Sukhumvit

Science Center for Education and Planetarium

Eastern Bus Terminal Bangkok Ekkamai

THE COFFEE CLUB - Ekkamai

Gateway Ekkamai

Move On Ekkamai

Vela bkk

Baan Somtum Sukhumvit

Bourbon Street Restaurant & Oyster Bar

Boutique Hotel

ENTERTAINMENT JAPANESE DINING 【TEPPEN】 ร้านอาหารญี่ปุ่น เอนเตอร์เทนเม้นไดนิ่ง 【เท็ปเป็น 】

hide away cafe

Iron Balls Distillery & Bar

Orihara Shoten

Ekamai Beer House

Ink & Lion

Hom Duan Wine&Grill

EL FARO Bangkok Cuisine de Garden Barefood Bangkok

Counting Sheep Corner

Fill In The Blank

Quaint

PLANTIFUL

Kim Jeong Grill

Honey Bear Bistro

HOTSPOT

Ms. Maria & Mr. Singh

63 Music House Ekamai

Miyagawa Kitchen 宮川キッチン

Tamnak Isan Ekamai unFashion Café - Ekamai soi 10

(un)FASHION Vintage Collection

Ekkamai Shopping Mall

KIKI CAMP BKK T

he Lab bar Ekkamai

The Cassette Music Bar

Bang Bang Bang

Perhaps Rabbits'

KHAO (Ekkamai Branch)

Steps with Theera

Mikkeller Bangkok

Mother May I Kitchen

Accidental Butcher

Chef's Table by Chef Art

SLO cafe

Cafe Thieves & Bar

THE Mud BAR เอกมัย12

響 HIBIKI Omakase & Bar

Olive Bangkok

Onion

Bird of Yoga

TEALILY CAFE EKKAMAI

เอสคาเป้

ESCAPE Ekamai 12

Broken Eggs - Gastrobar

DONKI Mall Thonglor-Ekamai

Nunglen-Lab

On The Table (Donki Mall)

Mitoki japanese restaurant

Thonglor Official Patisserie

Rosie

SNAIL Thonglor

BARBARBAR

YELLO

Funky Villa

Dirty Bar

kuro house

TDERM

Escobar

dad garden

DND

Thay Ekkamai

TONE EKAMAI

Bliss Ekkamai

Urban Music Bar

เตาถ่าน

Taotaan Yakiniku

Paradise Kohi Roastery & Coffee Bar

Seeds & Sunshine

Kohi Roastery & Coffee Bar

Thay Ekkamai

K BOMB Korean Bar

SYNC Ekkamai

The Mud Bar Restaurant

Stage Zakka Shop & cafe'

House of Susan

Croissant (Ekkamai 24)

Yellow Spoon

CRIME BKK

Cheesecake House & Restaurant

BAKT cafe (Ekkamai 21-Thonglor 20)

Tuba

Graham.studio

KAIZEN

Pacamara Coffee

Roaster x Specialty Coffee Lab

Bottoms up Thonglor

Shades of Retro

Flat+White cafe

12 × 12

Royal Enfield Thonglor

Brainwake Cafe Thonglor

Bluebird Jazz Bar

Beer Belly Beer Belly

Little Donkey

Bkk Evil Man Blues

BADMOTEL

THE COMMONS

TBC - The Beer Cap

Roots at Thong

lor

Wine Republic Bangkok

Chill

inda house

gram Pancakes Thonglor

Arno's Thonglor

Lao Dtom Lao

Wanderlust

rooftop bar

六九麺バンコク

RockmenBKK

69麺 69men

FITMEAL

Café @13

Wine|Dine

Ruu Music Bar

Yoshibar

BITTERSMITH

The Missing Burro

La Dotta Pasta Bar & Store (Thonglor)

Atmos Thonglor 10

Beast & Butter

Hummus

Heads

Thonglor 10

The Blooming Gallery

Supanniga Eating Room, Thonglor

토담(Todam KoreanB.B.Q)

Bungkumhouse Records

Little Latte Cafe

What The Cup

AINU Bar

Baan Ice

Rabbit Hole

Canvas

The Old English

Pub Caesar Castle

Bar Khua Kling

Pak Sod

Sushi Masa

Sit and Wonder

#luke walk #bangkok #thonglor #ekkamai

[angwishusa]

Centennial, Wyoming!! I’m at Bear Bottom Bar and Grill 4pm to 7pm, come on down folks! Time to rock! (at Bear Bottom Bar and Grill) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdy4bMqJUXE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[honoredbastard]

ෆ self indulgent and entilted

characters — bonten!rindou haitani  + *yakuro nanami (oc) .

content and warnings   — mentions of drugs ( yo sanzu ), clubbing, stalker mention, mention(s) of drugging, yelling, angst(?), swearing, and so on.

note  — sorry for the dark content hhhhh, it came with the idea of ackerman being a yakuza that hated bonten and wanted yakuro gone. it may actually be apart of the fic i’m outlining..... these men hold my heart and WILL NOT LET GO OF IT. also they just like dive into my brain 24/7. help i had a fit over what looked best for three hours- at this point i’mma probably make a lil sum’ for sanzu. i love this man and i can’t stop having him appear in my stories that involve bonten. like this guy is 24/7 in the back of my mind.

                                         *Yakuro Nanami.                                            he/they/bun! 

                  Now playing ayanami  — by satin

rindou woke up first to yakuro wearing his bunny ears and a bunny pajama set that he seemed to just slip on before marching into bed. it was cute, but there was still smudges of makeup on his face and the dark circles of terrible inconsistent sleep. rindou sighed, brushing away blonde parts of hair that yakuro was chewing on. 

“yakuro.” rindou lightly pushed yakuro’s shoulder, trying to wake the boy in his semi bunny work attire. “rindou? rindou....” yakuro groaned, his head searched for rindou’s lap or hand that he could lean into. just exist near, to feel his skin and be aware of his warmth, that he was alive and not dead. that he stayed the whole night. “morning doll.” rindou smiled quietly, brushing his fingers over the boy’s hair. 

there was a knock on the door, “come in” as if that was a full offer to entangle himself with the couple he busted through the door and made a running start to jump onto the couple. “HI!” “i don’t do the touching, i’ll sit and pour you your drink and be your personal bunny. please treat the bunny well and we will have no problems. if they bunny feels uncomfortable the bunny has full rights to leave and find a new client. if you understand these rules please enjoy your bunny.”

yakuro stated as if he was at work. it was grilled into his brain and always had to repeat it infront of new clients. working at a bunny suit club was not it, almost rolling over onto sanzu. “bad work day?” “bad work day.” rindou confirmed sanzu’s suspicions with three simple  words. “yaku..” “no.” “yakuuu.” sanzu scooted in between the two, poking yakuro’s cheeks aggressively. he seemed sober, thank god. 

rindou shrugged the mans presence off and trudged to the bathroom to wash and whatnot. “you have another shift, ran told me to wake you up. “that’s not my problem. tell my boss to go fuck himself with a dildo filled with nails.” sanzu’s eyes widened, that was aggressive. although at the same time sorta funny?

“he said he’d cut off your shift times and cut back on how much money you make plus tips.” sanzu repeated what ran had informed him of, with a quite frustrated appearance.  “THAT FUCKER WILL NOT!” raising up from his laying position, yakuro ran into the hallway stumbling here and there from improper pace. 

“i’d love to see him try i swear if he even tries reducing my pay i’ll quit the whole fucking job how about that? i never liked this bullshit bunny shit anyways, it’s annoying when the customers try to touch and then you get stalkers.” yaku was mumbling to hell and back from his bosses call, waving to ran who nodded. making himself a bento before heading off on a small mission.

yaku threw open the washroom door and started searching for his bunny suit attire. the club’s theme was rainbow today so he washed a deep red suit with a black add-on tail and clip on black ears (which were foldable too. yakuro always folds one ear.) when yakuro made it back to his room, sanzu was gone and rindou was crouching near the bottom drawer.

“whatcha lookin for?” yakuro asked curiously, sitting beside the man who made a mess beside him “looking for a red suit now, i’m trying to match with you subtly.” cute- that was the only thinking yaku could think of this man who is a part of a criminal organization/gang. who woulda thought?

“i think you might be better with either a red with black tie or a deeper red of a suit.” yakuro suggested, getting up from his sitting position, joints cracking. “or black would go well, after all i’m only wearing red heel, a red body suit, and red makeup. the rest is black!” yakuro called out to rindou who was still crouched as he exited the room. taking into account his suggestions, he went with a more black with red accents attire.

           ާlocation, bunny palace! ෆ             late night, 11pm.

“here in bunny palace we have many bunnies to suit your taste! male, female, and even those who do not define themselves! run and created by the ackermans.” bunny palace is under the hands of those with the ackerman name. mikasa, the current owner, is softer on us than many. although the music blaring is not something you can get used to.

“hello! i’m moonie! it’s so good to meet you, are you new here?” yakuro was tired, it was about 4 more hours until he shift ended and he was already hungry again. salad’s really don’t fill you up especially when you wolf them down. his feet ached and cried out each time he took another step, he wanted to lay down and use rindou as his personal body pillow.... rindou! ‘i hope he’s okay.’ he thought, placing himself beside the very important client his boss claimed. “oh i am! it’s nice too meet you moonie.”

“it’s so good to meet you too! we have a few rules here that our bunnies tell each new client: i’ll sit and pour you your drink and be your personal bunny. please treat the bunny well and we will have no problems. if they bunny feels uncomfortable the bunny has full rights to leave and find a new client. if you understand these rules please enjoy your bunny. please keep touching to a minimal. do not force your bunny drinks or food. respect your bunny. is that doable?” yakuro asked with big puppy eyes, a big smile, and high pitched voice. “of course!” the customer happily said, hand already on his thigh.

i am SO uncomfortable was all that yaku could think about, his eyes flicking between the customer and each place his gross hands laid upon. squeezing every-so often like it was a pleasuring act for yaku. before he removed the man’s hand, he restrained himself. drawing a large breath before responding to the customer. “i’m so sorry sir! shall i get you something to drink?” yaku pouted, “if you’d like, moonie!” i’m saved.

yakuro smiled and stood up, “why of course! i’ll be right back!” like a breath of relief, he rushed to the staff room. he waved to some girls, “not on stage today moonie?” one asked, a baby stripper new to the bunny palace club. “yeah! boss was all: ‘act cutesy, be close, allow touching this once. there are really important customers here today.’ like thanks for threatening my paycheck and then saying that!”

“oh my, that’s rough babe. ackerman is always like that, it’s like she has a stick up her ass.” one of the older strippers that had been with yakuro since he started chimed in, “you’re right!” yaku chuckled, leaning closer into his vanity mirror to adjust his lipstick and have a chance to message rindou. 

40 missed messages. “i’m so fucked.” “why’s that babe?” “i may have forgot to message rindou telling him ackerman added hours onto my shift.” the room grew tense, “that’s awful? read his messages.” sei suggested, “might cool him off if he’s angry.

“alright!” yaku sighed with a smile, opening the messages. to his surprise, rindou wasn’t angry but instead worried that a client had gotten too touchy and triggered yakuro. after all, ran did inform rindou about the bits and pieces that sanzu did not tell yaku. “whew, i’m good! i’m safe. he’s just worried....” sei and bab took a loud sigh and began laughing. “BUT I’M FUCKED.” “really? that’s great! now go out! your client must be waiting.” 

yup the girls took it that way. “i will! don’t worry don’t worry. i just hope sanzu doesn’t buy the whole club.” “he won’t now go!” sei pushed out yaku who glanced over at the client who finished the previous bottle. his nose was red and was slightly swaying back and forth.

walking up to the bar, yakuro ran into polaris. “polar!” “moonie.” “can you get something for my client? he seems to be a lightweight.” “sure, i’m sure he wouldn’t mind beer.” polar sat down the cup he was wiping back and forth to keep busy.

“the bar isn’t very busy huh?” “oh no, it’s just we got our best girls today dancing and the waitresses and working ten times harder. it works out for both of them and neither of them have to fight each other about unfair pay. tomorrow you’ll be our best so good luck.” polar smiled earnestly to add to the words of encouragement, sliding over the foaming beer over the black marbled counter. 

“thanks! i’ll need it.” turning with the drink in hand, yaku noticed the man’s disgruntled face. he looked as if the whole world was going to blow up and he was watching the countdown. ‘act cutesy, act cutesy, act cutesy.’ it was a constant mantra in his head before he sat down and opened his mouth.

“what could be wrong sir?” yaku felt like rolling his eyes into oblivion, he could care less. “oh it’s just something wrong with the gang.” “oh my, a yakuza?” boring, yaku fake gasped handing over the bear to the angered man. “yeah!” he said pridefully with a chuckle, gulping the drink down and slamming it down. “something about bonten this and that and one of our men died.”

now that’s interesting. yaku felt like walking out to just go see sanzu, it felt like everything was reminding yakuro of him. hell even the purple lights were. but alas he was stuck eyeing the entrance while the man babbled on and on about this whole yakuza shin-dig he was in. he decided to slip off his shoes because the waitresses’ assured the man that they would handle getting drinks.

it felt like hours, drink after drink the world became more hazy. yakuro grew a high tolerance because of his job but he seemed to be losing himself while the client seemed more than sober. “you.. slipped somethin, huh?” the client beside him flinched, clenching onto his bag. “w-what? are you sure you don’t have a low tolerance m-mr. moonie?” the man stammered, through gritted teeth yaku managed to huff out a ‘whatever’.

“miss. ackerman set you up? thought so, the bitch never liked me because i have a bonten member for a partner. guess i’m finally leaving this hellhole. send her my best regards, yeah?” he asked with a agitated tone. his words were laced with threats, raising slowly. “mr. moonie?” “i’m leaving, i want to leave. i have to go see rindou.” he dug the acrylic nails that were done just recently into his thigh. fuck the shoes. 

whatever was in the drink didn’t seem strong but it had yakuro in and out of conscience. the man who was once his client seemed nowhere to be found, leaving a stumbling yaku to himself. sei noticed this and dropped her waiters plate, running over to the bunny who was just about to fall. “MOONIE!” 

          ާlocation, the bonten loft.             early morning, 3am.

blue eyes fluttered open, fighting the urge to close once more. “they’re awake! rindou, they’re all good!” a familiar voice echoed throughout yakuro’s head. his body felt numb, in an attempt to speak he noticed his voice was gone. every one of his senses felt like they were being drowned under water. his eyesight was the only thing that was significantly normal.

though his contacts seemed to be taken off, leaving the blue and purple hues of yaku’s true eye colour roaming free. rindou’s footsteps were heavy and had a quick pace, the vibrations went through the bed. “yaku?” his usual docile purple eyes were filled with worry and anger mixed together, forever burning until yakuro got better.

all the man managed to do was a weak smile, his eyes blinked slowly while he stared at rindou. the two conversed, rindou’s agitation growing as his jaw clenched harder with every muffled word sanzu spoke. “i am very upset sanzu, yakuro was drugged. AGAIN!” “we can’t do anything but sit it out! we don’t even know who it was. rindou you need to calm down.” sanzu too was frustrated beyong belief.

the whole loft was filled with tension that was denser than a brick wall. everyone considered yakuro a part of bonten after two years. he even got a bonten tattoo per mikey’s request. it lays on his right shoulder which he covers up during his job with makeup despite his hatred, it was the only condition ackerman gave him before he could work at bunny palace. ackerman and bonten hated each other, seeing a bonten tattoo at the ackermans would start a war. 

“he’s quitting that job and working at our club. this is the last time i’ll EVER see him like this again.” this wasn’t the first time rindou raised his voice when he was angered by the way yakuro looked in this condition. unable to move, speak, only look plainly at the wall with a weak smile here and there.

it tore him apart from the inside out each time, it did every member living in the loft. finally after whatever happened between those two. sanzu left, rindou left as well but returned with water and began to cuddle the numb and quiet yakuro.

#toyko revengers #tokyorev #tokyorev imagine #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou haitani #rindo haitani #x oc #fanfiction #tokyorev fanfiction #tokyo revengers fanfiction #bonten #tokyorev bonten #ran haitani #sanzu haruchiyo #angst #soft ending #angst with a hopeful ending #𝄖entiwrites

[honestlyhappyharry]

Chapter 12

Settling in

Chapter 11

Watching everything in your house get moved was an odd feeling. It had been the only constant in your life since Lily was born, it was so much more than a house to you.

But with all the stuff slowly dripping out, packed up in boxes, being put on a truck and taken across the city, you couldn't help but think about when you first moved in.

Back then the house seemed like such a weird place to be living; you knew hardly any of your neighbours, you still had to google maps the address on your way home and when you looked out the window you saw the beach.

Now you knew almost everyone on your street, you could find any house from anywhere and the view out the window was just the same.

"Are you ready to go?" Harry asked as he walked up behind you in the kitchen, making you jump in fear.

You nodded. "Yeah, can I just walk around and say goodbye first?" You asked, moving to the lounge.

"Sure, baby. I'll go get Lils." He said before walking out to find Lily, who had gone three houses down to say goodbye to her friend. Although she would be seeing her at pre-k when Harry drove her over for the next week and a half and you slept in.

Tears welled in your eyes as you walked around. The only time you use to ever think you'd be moving out is when you were going to a retirement home or moving back to your hometown.

You stood in Lily's room for the longest amount of times. All the memories of her growing up hit you at once. Like a movie flashing before your eyes. All of those nights you'd spent desperately trying to get her to sleep and all of the days she slowly grew into the most beautiful, caring and amazing child you'd ever met.

"Come here," Harry said as he walked in saw the amble evidence of tears rolling down your cheeks. He wrapped his arms around you and it's a correlation to how secure the house made you feel.

"I'm sorry... I just... there's just.... this house just means so much to me." You told him honestly, it took a while to find the right words and you really didn't want to be crying on such a happy day.

He shushed you. "It's okay, love." He breathed out as he held you before he pulled you away from his chest and wiping the tears from your eyes. "Now let's go and start a new chapter of our lives." He told you and you nodded before walking out the front door with him.

As soon as you got to the new house everything felt right. You did think there would be some small doubts but there were absolutely none. It already felt like home.

The house itself was big. With a bottom floor containing 3 bedrooms, 2 lounges, a kitchen, a study, 4 bathrooms as well as a big outdoor space with a pool.

The pool was one of the best features. It had 3 separate slides, each of which connected to 3 of the bedrooms on the second floor. On the ground level, there was a separate pool bathroom but the pool itself had a built-in grill and bar area where you could swim up to get drinks. That was along with the huge movie screen.

There were 4 bedrooms on the 2nd floor each with its own ensuite as well as a lounge. The 3rd floor was significantly smaller, with only a movie room and library which had a secret staircase to a mezzanine floor with a glass ceiling. It gave you the best view of the stars and city.

"Can I look at my room?!" Lily asked quickly and Harry nodded before walking up the stairs after the jogging little girl. You followed the pair. "Oh my god!" She exclaimed before you walked in to see a whole new bedroom. It had a massive princess carriage with a bed inside as well as a castle that had stairs going up. At the top of the castle, there was a small bookshelf and a slide that went down to the desk at the bottom.

Lily ran around the room like someone had given her 3 cups of coffee. And some cocaine. You noticed the majority of her clothes in the wardrobe, her teddy bears and barbie dolls already there.

"Hope you don't mind," Harry said as he came up behind you.

"Tell me next time, Haz. She loves it but I wish I knew." You told him and he nodded before pulling you into his side. "What's going to happen when she grows out of this?"

"There's another room on this floor with a walk-in wardrobe." He told you and your eyes widened a little surprised by his thoughtful nature. "Ready to see our room?" He asked as he pulled you out to Lily's room.

"Lils, we're going to see our room. Don't go on the slide." You told her and she nodded before running up to the two of you and hugging your legs before rushing out a quick 'thank you' and going back to playing with her toys.

Harry just smiled. "Don't worry about the slide, they are all safely locked with a PIN number." You were swooning about how thoughtful he was for someone who had only had a kid for 7 months but it was a good look on him

"I love you, Har." You said as you continued to follow him to your room.

"I love you even more. Now close your eyes." He instructed and you complied, putting your hands over them before he opened the door and led you inside. "Open." He told you.

As soon as you remove your hands from your face you saw how sophisticated it looked. There was a massive be and ottoman with a couch and table in the corner. "Look at this," Harry said as he pushed a button and a tv came up from the foot of the bed.

You'd barely glanced down that end but now you saw the massive window with a view of the whole city and a door that had a few steps down onto a balcony that was big enough to have a table and chairs.

"I'm in shock. It's beautiful." You told him and he smiled, looking pleased with himself.

"You're beautiful. Now wanna see the closet?" He asked and you nodded, wondering what else he had in store for you. The closet was like a whole house. First, there was a seemingly normal shoe, bag and accessory closet with a massive mirror and all your makeup neatly organised. Then some stairs led up to a whole top floor filled with your and Harry's clothes.

"Harry, this must-have taken forever..." You trained off.

"That's why I didn't get home until late. It was mainly the boys that did the final touches." You thought Harry not being to be home until 8 was a normal thing, it did worry you.

But now it was making sense, him insisting on going to lunch before you got here was just time to get it ready.

"I love you so much." You told him as you brought your lips together. "Not even for the materialistic aspect of everything you've done. Just that you care enough about us to do this."

"I just want you two to be happy. Now come and look at the bathroom, you sap." He joked as he walked through a door which led into a big room with a bath, fireplace, shower, two vanities and a toilet. There was also a door to the bedroom.

"Harry!" You screamed. "It's all so amazing." You told him before you leant into his side. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer.

"I'm glad you think so." He said before he kissed you again.

"Mummy! Hazzy! Can we go on the waterslide?" Lily's voice came as she ran through the room, making you pull away from your kiss.

Lately 'Hazzy' was her nickname for Harry and while he was delighted she was calling him that, he was gunning for the title of dad.

"Yeah!" Harry agreed and you smiled at the two of them. "Go get changed and I'll come with you for the first slide, then we can play in the pool." Lily ran off with the biggest smile on her face and you turned to Harry with an equally big smile on yours.

"We better go get changed then." You winked at him before going to the closet.

"Can you pretty please wear the green one, please?" He begged as you searched through your swimsuits and briefly picked up a dark green one.

It made you inwardly roll your eyes at him. "I am not wearing this." You continued as you held it out. "It's way too complicated and a little slutty." He just looked annoyed as you showed him another option. "This one?" You held up one of your favourite yellow bikinis.

"I like it, but can you wear the other one when we go to the hot tub tonight?" He asked, almost like he was telling you.

You laughed at him. "Who says I'm going in the hot tub with you tonight?" You finished changing and walked across to see Harry who wasn't ready because of how distracted he was checking you out.

He picked up his iconic yellow shorts, which ironically matched your bikini, and began undressing. "Oh, I'm definitely getting you in the hot tub tonight." He said as if it were a challenge. His low voice made him so much more attractive.

After he finished changing you stood there kissing for a few minutes.

Lily raced in a few seconds later. "Let's go! Let's go!"

"Alright," Harry said as he got dragged to her room.

"Hold on, I'm going down to the pool, then I'll film when you come down." You said as you grabbed your phone and raced downstairs, quickly trying to find the perfect angle to watch them pop out of the waterslide.

"Ahhh!" You heard Lily's voice a second before she and Harry came splashing out into the pool. "That was so much fun, can we go again?" She asked, looking up at Harry who held her because of how deep the water was.

And that was how the rest of the day went, Lily going down the waterslide before running up the stairs to go again.

Finally, you got out of the pool and left Harry to supervise Lily while you made dinner. That night as you, Lily and Harry ate dinner, while looking out over the LA skyline, everything was perfect.

And, later in the night, the hot tub with Harry was just as perfect.

#harry fic #harrystylesfanfiction #harry styles story #harry styles fan #harry styles fic #harry styles fiction #harry edward styles #louis and harry #harrystyles #harry #harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine #harry one shot #harry styles au #harry styles angst #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #one direction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles edit #harry styles fluff #harry styles x you #harry styles x oc #one direction things #one direction imagine #onedirectionimagine #one direction imagines

[seokra]

IF YOU LET ME... | PART 5 (JJK)

Series: If You Let Me

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, Hoseok x OC

Genre: Heavy Angst, love triangle, unrequited love

Word Count: 2949

WARNINGS: Alcohol Consumption, mild aggression

A/N: Y/N is a hot mess in this one

You arrive at the little bar and grill at 7 o’clock on the dot. Jin immediately spots you when you walk in and waves you over. You smile and wave back as you make your way towards the table. Jin gives you a large bear hug, picking you up off your feet and swinging you around.

“Y/N! I’ve missed you!” he exclaims.

“I’ve missed you too, Oppa,” you squeal.

He sets you down and Yoongi is next to give you a hug. “How’ve you been, Y/N?” he asks.

“I’ve been well! How about you?”

“I’m doing as well as I can,” he smiles.

Jimin surprises you by hugging you from behind. “Is it my favorite girl, Y/N?”

“Hey, Jiminie,” you giggle as you twist yourself in his arms so you can properly give him a hug. You spot Jungkook standing awkwardly behind Jimin, avoiding your gaze. He looks well, dressed in his signature black attire, paired with leather combat boots and an oversized leather jacket. You don’t miss the dark circles under his eyes though, or the haphazard look of his ponytail, wisps of curly hair framing his face. “Hey, Jungkook,” you softly say. 

“Oh... hey,” he responds with a quick glance at you before darting towards the bar to order a drink. Your bottom lip juts out in a tiny pout as you wonder how long he’s going to be upset with you.

“Alright, my turn,” you hear a deep, honey voice say from behind you. You turn around to see Taehyung.

“Tae, baby! How are you?” you ask as you jump into his arms.

“Better now that you’re here,” he winks at you. You roll your eyes and playfully shove him.

“Where’s Hobi?” you ask everyone.

“He said he’s on his way,” Namjoon answers as he joins you guys. “Hey Y/N, long time no see,” he gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Hi, Joon. How’s the new job going?” you ask him.

“Oh, so far so good, I’d say,” he answers. 

“That’s good to hear!” 

Jimin leans into your ear and whispers, “so what’s going on between you and Jungkook?” 

“I don’t know… we got into an argument and he hasn’t talked to me since,” you shrug. 

Jimin frowns at your response but before he could say anything more, Jungkook sets two full pitchers down on the table and starts to distribute cups of beer to everyone. When he hands you your cup, he doesn’t even look at you. Your shoulders slump in defeat as you drink the golden liquid. 

“Hey! Everyone’s here already!” You hear Hoseok exclaim behind you. You turn mid gulp and see a girl hanging on to Hoseok’s arm, smiling as they approach the table. You choke on your beer and Jimin is quick to hand you a napkin and pat your back. “Okay there, bud?” He asks you as you cough.

“Yeah... I’m alright,” you croak out.

He just shakes his head and chuckles at you.

“Everyone, this is RyuJin, my girlfriend,” Hoseok beams.

Your eyes widen like a deer caught in a pair of headlights, and all the blood drains from your face. You watch as Namjoon is the first to greet her with a handshake, then Yoongi and Jin. Taehyung gives her a friendly hug. Jimin glances at you with a concerned look before he leaves your side to introduce himself to Hoseok’s new girlfriend. Jungkook stays seated at the table, downing his beer and refilling it, all while keeping his eyes on you, observing your reaction to the news. You can feel your heartbeat against your ribcage as you watch her interact with your group of friends. She’s beautiful. Heart-shaped face framed by a blonde bob. Her smile is big and bright just like Hoseok’s, it even reaches her eyes, creating small crescent moons like his. You watch as Hoseok looks at her like she’s the sun. You feel your heart drop to your stomach when Hosoek finally looks your way. If you weren’t already looking at him, you would have missed the way his smile faltered for a second before he fixes it with a smaller smile. He gently tugs Ryujin by the arm, heading towards you. You start to panic, heart rate increasing and your palms start sweating. You want to run away, but your feet stay planted to the ground. So you take a deep, shaky breath, and fidget with the hem of your skirt, trying to calm yourself before they reach you.

“Hey, Y/N, I’d like you to meet Ryujin,” Hoseok softly speaks.

“Oh, Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you from Hobi! He tells me you two are very close,” she greets you, extending out her perfectly manicured hand.

“Oh, ha, I guess you could say that,” you nervously chuckle, discreetly wiping your hand on the back of your skirt before you shake her hand. You glance over to Hoseok who just offers you a satisfied smile and a wink. You want to roll your eyes at him but instead you turn your attention back to Ryujin, putting on the sweetest smile you can manage. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ryujin, but if you’ll excuse me, I need a stronger drink.” You escape the couple before you drown in humiliation any further. 

Once at the bar, you immediately ask for two shots of rum. The bartender slides you two shot glasses and you immediately throw them down your throat. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you order four more. You move your hand to grab the last two, but both of the shots in front of you get snatched by someone else.

“Hey! That’s mine!,” you whine, turning your head, you see Jungkook raising one a glass to his lips.

“And now they’re mine,” he answers nonchalantly, swallowing both shots. You shoot him a glare and he just smirks at you. You roll your eyes and ask the bartender for more. He slides the glasses over and Jungkook immediately intercepts them from you, taking each shot himself.

“What’s your problem, Jungkook?” 

“I don’t have a problem,” he shrugs.

“You don’t speak to me for weeks! And now you’re here bothering me and stealing my drinks!,” you yell.

“Sounds like you’re the one with the problem,” he taunts. You stand up from the bar stool and shove him with both hands. He grabs onto both of your arms and pulls you closer to him, face inches from yours. When you meet his eyes, you see anger burn in them. “Don’t. Push. Me.” He warns, voice dark and serious. You’re about to retaliate when you feel a pair of hands gently grab your shoulders. You turn your head to the side and see Jimin looking at you, worry filling his eyes.

“C’mon, let’s go dance,” Jimin softly suggests, a tight smile slipping on to his face, calming you. You nod your head and Jungkook lets go of you. Jimin then guides you towards the music player, wrapping your arms around his neck while his hands find your hips. He helps you sway to the beat of the music, and before you know it, all of your negative feelings start to fade. You and Jimin dance for a long while, laughing and shouting song lyrics, just having fun with each other’s company. You almost forgot what had upset you in the first place until you made the mistake of looking towards your group of friends and witness Hoseok nibbling at Ryujin’s neck, making her laugh from the ticklish feeling. A sharp pain strikes your heart and tears brim your eyes.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Jimin asks.

“I-I need a drink…” you solemnly reply as you stumble towards the bar again. 

You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting at the bar, nor remember how much alcohol you’ve consumed. All you know is that your head and your heart are heavy. You want to cry but you’re fighting it. You find yourself glancing back at Hoseok every now and then and curse yourself whenever you see his eyes twinkle at Ryujin, because all it does is break your heart more. He’s never looked at you that way... You wonder if he even notices how much he’s hurting you by being here with her. You wonder if he even noticed you haven’t been around the rest of the crew since they walked in. You wonder if he ever even cared… or if it was really all in your head… You feel a single tear fall, landing on the bar top and immediately wipe your face. You take a deep breath and brush the hair out of your face. You go to raise your hand to get the bartender’s attention when you feel someone grab your arm, pulling it back down.

“You’ve had enough, Y/N.”

Your eyes travel from the tattooed hand on your arm up to Jungkook’s face. You see pity in his eyes and you want to punch him. How dare he have pity on you. It’s not like he cares either. You yank your arm from his grip and glare at him.

“Leave me alone, Jungkook.”

He goes to grab your arm again and you swat him away.

“I said, leave me alone!”

He lets out a frustrated sigh and crosses his arms. You then feel Jimin’s hand on the small of your back before you hear him say, “Hey, sweetheart, I think it's time we head home. What do you say?” Jungkook rolls his eyes at the way Jimin babies you.

“No. I want to go home with Hobi,” you pout.

“Honey, you can’t do that… He has a girlfriend now…” Jimin responds.

At the reminder, you feel your face flush and tears start to slowly spill from the corners of your eyes. “Oh, baby, don’t cry,” Jimin coos as he gently wipes your tears. “C’mon, let’s take you home, okay?”

You finally give in and nod your head. You’re ready to just curl up in your bed and cry your heart out, no longer wanting to be anywhere near the happy couple. You let Jimin and Jungkook guide you out of the bar. They take you to Jungkook’s car and Jimin helps you get in the passenger seat and buckles you up.

“A-are you coming too, Jiminie?” you ask him, eyes glossy from tears.

He gives you an apologetic look and a small smile, “I can’t… I promised Joon-hyung I’d take him home tonight.”

“Oh..” was all you said before he stepped back and closed the door. You lean your head against the window, appreciating the way the cold glass feels against your heated skin. As soon as you hear Jungkook slide into the driver side and start the engine, you let your eyes fall shut. You try to clear your mind but you can’t get the image of Hoseok and Ryujin out of your mind. Your brows furrow as you try to fight the sob threatening to escape, but your efforts fail as a whimper slips out. Jungkook immediately whips his head in your direction, hearing the sound. You look so small, curled up against the door. Jungkook’s heart cracks seeing you like this. He hates seeing you like this. He reaches his hand out and gently pets your hair in a comforting manner. You don’t protest, so he moves his hand to grab your hand. More tears fall from your eyes when you feel him gently squeeze your hand, and you sit there just softly crying.

You let out a ragged breath as you wipe your nose with the back of your hand once Jungkook parks in front of your apartment complex. Jungkook finally lets go of your hand as he exits the car first, rounding it to open your door and help you step out. As soon as you stand, your knees buckle and you would have fallen onto the pavement if Jungkook hadn’t already had a firm grip of your arms. 

“Are you okay to walk?” he worriedly asks.

“Yea, I-I’m okay,” you slur as you try to take a step, only for your ankle to roll, causing you to yelp, falling to your knees and skinning them in the process. “Shit!” you hiss from the pain. Jungkook lets out a sigh before he picks you up and piggybacks you all the way up to your apartment. You give him your keys and he unlocks your door. He walks you all the way to your bedroom and sets you down. He kneels down in front of you and removes your shoes. You wince when he touches the ankle you rolled.

“That hurts?” he asks as he gently rotates massages the joint. You nod as your face scrunches up in pain, and Jungkook just tuts at you. “You’re first aid kit is in your bathroom, right?” You nod again to answer. He gets up and heads out of your room. You fall back onto your bed and throw your arm over your eyes, feeling the room start to spin. Before you know it you’re hurdling for the small garbage bin next to your bed. When Jungkook enters your room again, your head is buried in your garbage bin and you're throwing up all the contents in your stomach. He throws his head back and rubs his temples with his thumb and his middle finger.

“Fuck…” he whispers to himself before he makes his way towards you and kneels behind you, pulling your hair back while he starts to rub small circles on your back. When you’re finished, you sit up gasping and Jungkook hands you a couple of tissues from your nightstand. You take the tissues from him and move to wipe your mouth and nose when you start to choke on your sob.

“Why?... Why her?” you cry into your hands. “What does she have that I don’t have?”

Jungkook just sits there, eyes wide, not knowing what to do or say.

“Why wasn’t I good enough for him, Jungkook? What did I do wrong?” You ask, looking at him with tears streaming down your face. The heartbreak in your eyes, causes his chest to constrict, so he scoops you up onto his lap and you immediately curl into him, tightly gripping the collar of his shirt while you let your sobs wrack through your body, shoulders shaking violently as you scream into his chest. Jungkook just pets your hair and allows you to let out all of your hurt while he rocks you.

When your cries start to slow, you take a deep shaky breath. “Why doesn’t he love me?” you whisper.

“I...I don’t know,” Jungkook softly answers, his own heart breaking from your words.

You look up at him and he meets your gaze. He brings up a hand to caress your cheek and you lean into his touch. He brushes away your tears with his thumb before planting a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“Thank you…” you weakly croak out.

“For what?”

“Always being there for me. I’ve missed you Jungkookie,” your voice cracking when you say his name.

“Sh, sh, sh, I’m right here,” he assures you as he continues to hold you.

 Once you’ve calmed down, Jungkook shifts you onto your bed and kneels in front of you. He sets your first-aid kit on the ground beside him, grabbing a bandage to wrap around your now swollen ankle. He then grabs a couple of band-aids to cover the scratches on your knees, gently rubbing his thumb over it when he’s done. He stands up and helps you lay down in bed, tucking you in. He’s about to leave when you grab onto his hand, stopping him.

“Stay with me, please?” you whimper. He pauses a moment, contemplating if he should or not. He ultimately gives in and nods. 

“Let me get you some water first.”

“Okay.”

He leaves for a moment and then returns without his jacket or shoes, handing you a tall glass of water.

“Drink this before you fall asleep,” he instructs.

You sit up a little and drink all of the water in one go. He takes the empty cup from you and sets it on your nightstand.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?” he asks.

“Lay in bed with me?”

“I… I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please? I don’t want to be alone tonight...” your eyes glisten with fresh tears. The trembling of your bottom lip is what gets him to agree. 

He runs his hand down his face and nods. “Okay...fine…” He makes his way around the other side of your bed and climbs in next to you. You easily tuck yourself into his arms, nuzzling your face into his chest. Your eyes immediately flutter shut and your breathing slows as you start to drift to sleep. Jungkook brushes your stray baby hairs from your face and his heart constricts for the second time that night. You look so sad. He would give you the universe if you let him, just so he could see you smile again. It’s ironic how you just cried your heart out over someone who doesn’t love you back,  yet here he is, comforting you when you have no idea how deeply in love he is with you. He plants a kiss to the top of your head as he watches you sleep, bottom lip jutted out in a pout. The corner of his lips curl up into a gentle smile as  he lays his head back and closes his eyes, falling asleep with your head on his chest and his arms keeping you safe.

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[babbushka]

Happy sinday! May I request H with Clyde? Have a good rest of your day 😌

H = Hair

“I would like to see it.” You say into the cool night air.

He’s out front, leanin’ against the porch when you make your move. You’d been invited to the Logan’s for a family bar-be-que, and that had made you smile real wide – bein’ considered family. You and Clyde had only been dating for a month or so, but every one of those thirty days had been a dream so far.

Clyde was a dream and a half all his own, but you were startin’ to get proper impatient, wonderin’ when the two of you would take the next step in your relationship. He was a damn dream alright, a wet dream. You were tired of comin’ on your fingers and your toys – now you had a boyfriend, a man so handsome that it made you cry into your pillow sometimes, a man who you just knew could dick you down right.

But he was a gentleman, even now leanin’ against the porch, waving with his good arm to his brother who is drivin’ away. Y’all are all alone now, at the trailer under the stars, and when he turns his eyes to you, you can feel the slip of your slick on your inner thighs.

“See what darlin’?” He asks, voice real husky from all the smoke of the grill he’d been tendin’ to for most of the day.

The timbre of his voice has you nearly moanin’ out the response, makin’ his eyebrows shoot up real high with surprise when you lick your lips and answer,

“Your cock.”

You can tell you’ve shocked him, and you hope your boldness don’t do nothin’ but encourage him. How ironic would it be if you were the one to scare this mountain man off? But one look at him, and he don’t look scared. Even in the dark, you can see his eyes shine bright for you, gaze darkening with lust as the crickets sing outside.

You don’t want to be outside, you want to be in the comfort of his trailer, the comfort of his bed.

“C—could you repeat that?” Clyde asks, nearly chokes, and you fill with confidence because he’s askin’ ya like he can’t believe the words comin’ out your mouth, like he wants to hear them again.

You don’t know it, but you’re a goddamned wet dream for him too, and every night has been hell, jerkin’ off fuckin’ his fist raw. If you look hard enough, you’d see the way his palm is startin’ to get calloused from it, despite all the lotion he uses.

“Your cock,” You say eagerly, explaining quickly so’s to not look like a lunatic or somethin’, “I overheard you and Jimmy earlier, heard y’all talkin’ about me. Heard that you didn’t want to go scarin’ me off, that you weren’t sure if I’d have any interest.”

He takes a step forward, and you gulp, because damn he’s a man if you ever saw one.

“You do?” He asks, gentlemanlike in every sense of the word as he cups your cheek in his palm, lets his thumb brush across your bottom lip, tug it down enough to get a look at the row of pretty teeth that smile at him.

“I do.” You nod, takin’ a step away, back towards the door, towards the trailer.

He gets the hint, and your heart soars.

Two steps inside the trailer and you’re tugging your clothes off. You’re not shy, not the way Clyde is, and you go first to give him enough courage. You’re already naked by the time he’s unbuttonin’ his pants, and you kneel before him right there in the living room, wanting to help.

It’s just like the rest of him, when you tug down his boxers. Tall, thick. You had been expectin’ that, but what you hadn’t been expecting for some reason, was how well groomed he was. His happy trail leading down to his cock was kept neat and orderly, and you can’t help but lean forward and kiss it, hot open mouthed kisses to the hard plane of muscle that’s got a fancy name you don’t know – the one that looks like a V, an arrow pointing right to his cock.

He’s so well groomed that you’re impressed, you’d seen some dicks in your day, and they could be unruly with all the hair. But Clyde was meticulous in everything he did, you shoulda expected this too. You should have, but you didn’t, and it’s a pleasant surprise to see the thick dark hair groomed nicely.

“Oh,” You sigh happily when his cock curves up towards his stomach, his jeans and boxers finally in a pool around his ankles.

He’s nervous, but you nuzzle your face into his pubic hair, breath in the deep musky smell of him. It’s woodsy, like a campfire, but not in an unpleasant swampy way that men could sometimes get. Your mouth waters, and your cunt clenches with the exciting thought of getting this dick inside you.

“You like it?” He asks, licking his lips – breaking into a beautiful smile when you nod your head quickly, assuring him. “You like my cock?”

You spit in your hand and spread it along the veiny shaft, stroking him up and down slowly, just getting a feel for it in your hand. When you close your fingers around it, the tips don’t meet, and you moan.

“I love your cock. It’s big, I don’t know if I’ll be able to fit it all the way in.” You admit, leaning forward to tongue at the slit a little, makin’ him curse low low low.

“In your filthy whore mouth, or your sweet pussy?” He asks, and you grin, because Clyde could be dirty when he wanted, couldn’t he?

“Why don’t we find out together, hm big bear?” You counter, and before you know it, he’s haulin’ you up off your knees in an instant, guiding you to his bed.

And oh, you do find out.

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[whump-in-progress]

klaus & the gang, pt 3

klaus has a rough night.

cw: vomiting, references to past mental whump (food denial, mockery) self-deprecating thoughts

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six bowls of soup later, and klaus felt like a water balloon. the soup sloshed around uncomfortably in his stomach, weighing him down and pressing on his throat. he might have overdone it.

the bard played the last few notes of a song on her accordion, and then waved to the crowd. "that's all from us. goodnight!" xavier walked over to oura and klaus, and plopped down on a stool.

"wooh! now that was fun!" he exclaimed.

"did you have anything to eat?" oura asked.

"no, mom," xavier teased.

"alright, well, what do you want?"

"i don't know. excuse me, waiter?" he beckoned the server forward, and ordered some grilled plantains with spicy oil.

a few minutes later, the plate of starchy food was set down in front of him, and he dug in. the smell of it and the gusto with which he ate made klaus' head spin.

rory jogged to them from the other end of the bar, holding her half-eaten plate of fish and steamed purslane. the aromas of both dishes together were overpowering.

"ok, everyone, listen up. we've got two rooms, one for oura and one for the rest of us."

this was standard procedure. oura's bear half took up the most room, so she got a king bed to herself. everyone else could make do with twin matresses.

"when everyone's done, we should pay and go up together. the more sleep we can all get, the better. got it?"

"yeah," everyone mumbled in agreement.

rory and xavier finished their food, and rory dropped some gold on the counter. they walked up the creaky tavern stairs to their rooms.

with every step, klaus was made aware of how much soup he'd just ate, and he cursed under his breath.

"goodnight, everyone!" oura called, ducking to fit through the small door to her room.

"goodnight!" xavier called back to her. klaus followed the other two in, and they both ran to their beds and dropped on them with a thud.

"ahh! it feels nice to be on a proper matress." xavier exclaimed, running his hands through the soft sheets.

klaus felt a sharp groan tear through his insides, and he guessed that he didn't have much time before the his dinner decided to split. his skin grew clammy.

rory sat back up and looked at klaus. "aren't you going to lay down, kid? you probably need a good night's sleep more than the rest of us."

"actually... i think i have to go to the bathroom." klaus said, hurriedly, and dashed. he couldn't hear rory calling after him.

he got to the toilet just in time, and most of his soup spilled into the bowl. his stomach seemed to twist and turn, and his throat ached from the force at which his body was rejecting his meal.

he was right. he did overdo it.

he sat there, breathing heavily, arched over the toilet bowl. maybe the giant was right. maybe he was weak. he couldn't even hold in some soup.

*knock knock*

klaus heard oura's voice, muffled from the next room over. "buddy? are you okay?"

"yeah." he responded.

"it doesn't sound like it,"

"oh, you know. some people can't hold their liquor. apparently i can't even hold in some fucking soup." he chuckled darkly.

"do you want me to come over?"

"no, it's okay. i'm okay,"

oura paused.

*knock knock*

"klaus?"

another voice, rory's this time, made klaus jump. the door behind him opened and she stepped through, folding her wings against her back, trying to appear nonthreatening.

"is that rory?" oura asked.

"yeah, it's me. you can go to sleep, oura. i've got him."

"i don't need to be-"

"okay, man, i trust you." he could hear bear steps walking away from the wall.

rory came over to klaus and started rubbing his back. "oh, poor kid," she murmured.

"i'm not a-" klaus was interrupted by another hot wave of bile. she continued rubbing his back in silence, until all of the contents of his stomach had been purged into the toilet. rory handed him a tea towel, and he wiped his chin.

"do you need anything, kid?"

"i'm fine. and i'm not a kid," he snarled. he was embarrased.

"don't take that tone with me. i'm only trying to help."

he looked at the floor with a glare, and his bottom lip began to tremble.

rory sighed and took him in her arms. the motion was stiff and awkward, but klaus could tell she was trying to comfort him, even though she was a bit rusty. she tarted stroking his hair, and sat down with him, leaning against the rim of the bathtub. he relaxed.

"am i doing this right?" she asked, in a whisper.

it felt nice. "yeah."

they stayed like that for a while.

"rory?"

"yeah?"

"i'm tired." klaus whispered.

"then let's get you to bed."

she stood and offered him a hand, and he leaned on her, still a little bit shaky. she supported him to his bed, and he collapsed in an exhausted heap.

he only just managed to take off his trousers and shirt before drifting off, vaguely aware of rory tucking the soft covers around his shoulders.

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[thehungryplaice]

Go Back To The 80s With The Hungry Plaice....

https://www.the-hungryplaice.uk/go-back-to-the-80s-at-your-event

The 80s....What a Decade! I don't mind admitting we are big 80s lovers at The Hungry Plaice, it was the decade of our childhood filled with cheese and the start of the video game revolution and if we could go back in time that's where you would find us, I would love to go back to experience the feelings of being back there but with alot more appreciation for what we had as we didn't have a clue back then how fab that time was. There are loads of 80s revivals around, 80s pop stars relaunching their careers and touring again and TV shows picking up on the 80s themes. We love our 80s vans so much that we currently have two these are our Vintage Fish and Chip Vans Betty and Beryl, we try not to look around and see if there are any more for sale as we would be quite happy to fill up our driveway with more of these beauties!

The 80s was filled with fun, fun and loads more fun from the Neon leggings we all wore to the Arcades full of cool games that we used to play, things back then just seemed so much easier and we were still in the days when it was safe for us kids to be playing out all day without our parents knowing where we were rather than being stuck in your bedroom glued to a game, we enjoyed fresh air and freedom and as long as we were back for tea our parents didn't worry about us. We didn't have rules like we do nowadays, Health and Safety was in it's infancy and as kids we could do pretty much what we wanted, we had metal bars we would swing on in the playground at school with huge concrete stepping stones you'd jump across, I got a scar from banging my nose on one of those in my Primary School and I still think it was character building. At home we had a metal framed bunk bed I'm sure was from MFI, there was a metal netted bottom that the mattress sat on top of, I always used to get my hair tangled up in that and I'm sure I've probably got bald patches from where I had to be cut out to be freed. We had a pampas greenish coloured bathroom set in my childhood home which would be considered Vintage today and lots of brown 80s things around the house like pull down coiled lights in the ceilings. My parents were delighted when they had the chance to put an eye level oven in the kitchen and ditch the freestanding gas oven where you had the grill at the top and try to burn your hands when you were cooking your fish fingers, we did have a microwave at some point and that lead to a rebellion on proper cooking! I remember using libraries alot when I was younger, it was a treat going and picking out books you could take away home, there was a limit to the number that you could have and you had to be careful not to get a fine for taking it back late. Information had to be researched and you couldn't do that from the comfort of home, for school I had to go there to find books on certain subjects and I remember being fascinated when having to use those terminals to look at old newspapers. The music was so much better back then, there was a happiness to songs that just made you want to dance not full of rude words and sexual references like today, we had an array of one hit wonders and big massive stars like Madonna and Kylie, Duran Duran and Wham! The songs still get played today but they sound more superior as we no longer listen to them on cassette tapes.

Cassette Tapes.....they were the days, I forgot how you had to rewind them to the beginning to get to the start and you could use a pencil if the tape pulled out and how there are pauses between songs and of course whilst you can try to to rewind and forward wind you'll never find the start of a song, we are spoilt now that we can do that just by pressing a button. The most embarrassing bit was when I asked my husband if something was wrong with the tape as the pause was going on just a bit too long....he gently reminded me that it was the end of the tape and it needed to be turned over haha!! Of course we all had those high tech Pre MP3/IPod/CD Players to play our music with a set of headphones with the fuzzy ears, my brother had one of the early Sony Walkmans and never let me even see it, I bet that's worth something these days I bought a cheap one off Ebay recently I couldn't help myself! Toys were actual toys there were a few electronic ones around such as Speak & Spell or a talking doll where you had a pull a bit of string and it only said about three words, we really actually played with physical things I had Sindy and some Barbie Dolls in fact I had so much of it I'd carry it all in one of those old large blue plastic shopping bags funny there were sold by Tesco to put into your trolley when they introduced self scanning it seems the technology died a death all those years ago but it now all the range. My brothers had Action Men and loads of model cars, we had a huge floor mat that had map on it with roads and a town that you would drive your model cars around all day on. There were Garbage Pail Kids, Care Bears, Rubix Cubes Train Sets and Scaletrix and as we were a bit more money savvy in those days you'd only get something for your birthday and Christmas not just because your parents wanted you to be quiet!

TV Back in the 80s

When we wanted to watch something on TV we only had a few channels I remember the time before Channel 5 and we had one huge Brown TV in the Lounge where you had to press the buttons on the front to change the channel, I reckon you would have needed a forklift to move the damn thing it was so huge and took up half the room. Days were filled with whatever my parents wanted to watch, there was Rainbow and Playschool when I was little, I remember watching the very first episode of Eastenders (a bad TV habit I dropped a few years ago), programmes were quite limited back then but it wasn't a huge deal because we entertained ourselves as kids, sometimes watching a Film would be a big treat and made special times like Christmas were more exciting sitting down together as a family and watching a film just released on TV that we had never seen before. We didn't mind adverts if we were watching ITV or Channel4 they didn't drag on like you get these days.

I don't remember exactly when Video Recorders came on the market but I know there were Betamax and VHS, we had VHS machine, you could record programmes off the TV and playback at your leisure and you always knew someone who was copying VHS to VHS that would sell you some films. I still used VHS tapes when my daughter was little so they were around all the time I was growing up. Buying a VHS tape was a real treat, you might have been lucky enough to have seen a film in the cinema but there was always a really big delay until they were released on Video or so it seemed. Of course for a really special treat you would go Blockbusters to rent a video but they were quite strict if you forgot your video card I guess computer systems weren't able to let you confirm any of your account details you had!

80s Fashion

Then there was the fashion in the 80s.....wow it was great and brilliant all neon neon neon and bright colours, I had one of those multi coloured white and purple shellsuits and Hi-Tec Trainers. There were punk hairstyles and coloured dyed hair and clothes that didn't match, famous stars created looks from throwing clothes together like Madonna and Boy George. Colours like pink, yellow and blue where everywhere, we had shoulder pads and polka dots, tracksuits and fitness gear, an explosion of trainers and dungarees. There are brands that have come back into fashion nowadays like Kappa and Champion, I wish to god I had kept them all to have them now! We would shop in the local high street and independent fashion shops, I lived in London and would go markets at the weekend, Wembley market was a huge favourite. We had BHS and C&A and a shop called Madhouse in the High Street at the top of the road, I don't really remember when the supermarkets starting selling clothes and the rise of the bigger fashion names back then we were quite limited to only a few shops. I have to mention Woolworths of course, we had one in our high street and I would enjoy just walking around looking at the everything they had including the glorious pick and mix!

Rumbelows.... I remember when you wanted something electrical you could shop at Currys and Comet and even Rumbelows, you always had to go out to buy something and bigger electrical items were never in stock and always had to be ordered and delivered weeks later, we really don't know how lucky we are to have the internet and the ability to order online it saves so much time and give us the freedom of choice to buy from so many different places. Of course the reason we couldn't buy online was because we didn't have the internet in our homes, no mobile phones, I got my first when I was 18 and had to ask permission to call anyone from the house phone, if you wanted to meet your friends you had to arrange it all before you went out and you couldn't check if they were on their way to see you unless you have 10p and phone box nearby. You were lucky if you had a Games Console let alone a Computer....

Gaming in the 80s, well what can I say it put gaming on the map and if it wasn't for those early days I doubt the gaming industry would be what it is today. We had a Spectrum Sinclair 48k first, I'm not even sure what a 48k would be today in terms of processing or storage even a single Word document can be bigger than that. It was bought as a shared present in the family one Christmas and I rarely got to play on it. All I remember is that we had a small black and white TV that we would connect to the computer and you'd have a cassette player connected to, for the Sinclair 128k we had later on I know there was a cassette player connected to the right hand side of the keyboard. Anyway you'd press play and then hear this whizzing buzzing noise whilst the game was loading and the TV would go all fuzzy, sometimes it would take ages and if you had a copy your mate recorded it might not load properly, talk about building your anticipation and then letting you down! The games we had included Daley Thompson, Hungry Horace and Jet Set Willy, I've seen the Spectrum emulator and its a great reminder of the games we had in the days gone by, they now download in seconds....just think what we could have done with all that time we sat staring at a screeching cassette tape player waiting for games to load. We would use the keyboard to play or a joystick if that sort of thing was sold with the Computer you had and your parents could afford one, it was quite easy....left, right, up, down and fire. Us kids would normally have one type of computer, ours was the Spectrum and I know someone on our road had the Commodore and I think there was a Binatone in someone's house, you were royalty if you were lucky enough to have more than one Computer. Handhelds were around then like the Game and Watch ones I don't remember all the different ones they made there were so many sold, we had an early Donkey Kong split screen it was orange on the casing of course I hardly got to play that either, the newer generation of Gaming Consoles like the Sega Megadrive was a big surprise to us kids that you could just put your game in and not long after be playing your game how did that happen! We also had the launch of the Nintendo Gameboy at the end of the decade which changed our gaming lives forever! Another side of gaming that you don't really see today was the Arcades, they were places you hung out with your mates for hours and hours playing Street Fighter and Pac Man, we had a shop on the high street which only had one or two I think it might have been a cafe, when you scored a high score you'd put your three initials in, arcades are mostly for the seaside holidays today full of the boring 2p push machines and fruities, as we know the game industry moved from those high street arcades to bedrooms.... So next time you complain about having to wait whilst you're downloading that highly sophisticated game with the controller I would need a degree to understand how to use think about us kids and our gaming....!

The 80s....wow what a decade

what a time, full of colour, lights and fun, I do wish I could get in a time machine and go back there and have some fun but I know we will never go back to those easy days we will keep moving forwards so instead I'll enjoy our road trips in the vans with the crackling radios....

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Laying in Wait (Indruck)

The prompt for the third was:Legend of Hag Hill

When you’ve lived somewhere your whole life, you develop one of two relationships with local legends: complete and utter belief, or the belief that the legend is utter bullshit. 

For Duck, Hag Hill is solidly in that second category. Weird lights, sudden, disorienting fog, ghostly laughter; he’s hid out on the hill smoking or making out or killing time and never seen any of it, no matter how dark the sky is when he’s there. 

He’s here for a slightly new reason tonight, as some kids from his Comp 101 class at Kepler Community College asked if he wanted to hang out and pull some mild pranks on the hill. Sure, hardly anyone comes on it this time of year, because Halloween looming on the horizon always gives the tales about the hill more substance in people’s minds. He mentioned this, hoping he could sway them towards a night at the Wolfe Bar and Grille or maybe just chilling in someone’s apartment or dorm, rather than freezing their asses off on a hillside, but they all insisted. So here they’ve sat, for over an hour, under a midnight moon, with not a soul passing by.

Then again, what else would he be doing? Sitting in his shitty apartment, swearing at the heater and watching some late night, bargain bin movie? The only thing he likes doing at home he can do here. Well, kind off. Odds are the other guys would complain if he started jerking off. 

See, there’s this guy in his entomology class. Tall, with a weird face and a weirder demeanor, and only taking the class because he needs to fulfill his breadth requirements. He sits at the back next to Duck, didn’t say a word to him until two weeks ago, when he asked if Duck would help him study for the upcoming quiz. Duck assumed it was because he was the closest person to ask, but once they sat down in the coffee shop on H Street, it became clear that Indrid, his new study buddy, had another reason.

“Thank you for agreeing to help me. You, ah, you clearly know your stuff.”

“How the fuck can you tell?” He barely spoke in class. 

“I see you filling in the slides with the correct answers well before the professor says them. You know some of this already.”

“You gotta know a decent amount about bugs if you wanna work for the forest service.” He mumbles, bracing for the Smokey the Bear joke.

“Oh! Oh of course, that makes perfect sense. I imagine invasive species, and symbiotic ones, are of interest in that field.”

They hadn't gotten to the notes for the quiz, because Duck got going about invasive insects, which lead to a discussion of moths, which lead to Indrid showing him his Deaths Head Moth tattoo, proudly explaining he’d designed it himself. They met at the cheap Chinese buffet the next night, and did actually study between trading stories about how they came to be in Kepler. Indrid laughed at once point, dyed-silver hair catching the warm light in the dim room, and Duck suddenly found that strange face strangely handsome. 

It’s nice to have a crush, it’s been awhile since he had one on a guy who might one day reciprocate. He’s pretty sure Indrid’s been checking him out this week. It’s hard to tell with those red glasses he wears. 

“Fucking finally.” Colton, he’s pretty sure that’s the guys name, shushes them into position, shattering Duck’s fantasizing.

“Can’t believe he fell for it.” Says the guy next to Duck

“I’m a pretty smooth talker when I wanna be” Colton whispers. 

Duck suddenly has a bad feeling about this, tries to back up only to snap a stick and have Colton grab his arm. 

“Hello?” A voice carries from the other side of the outcropping of grey stones. 

“What the fuck man, let go.” Duck hisses, leaves rustling under his feet.

“I really hope that is a deer.” The voice mutters.

“Now.” Colton pops up, dragging Duck with him, all the boys letting out their most blood-chilling screams.

There’s a responding yelp, followed by a cry of pain as their victim falls backwards into bramble. Duck recognizes the pink and yellow sweater as soon as he sees it, and his heart tries to crawl out his toes when the frightened gaze lands on him.

“You get it?” Colton looks to his left, where one of his friends is holding up his phone. 

“Yep. Fuck, man, you really think we’d invite you to chill with us up here? You’re such a fuckin weirdo.”

Indrid doesn’t even look at the others, his eyes remaining on Duck.

“Is, is that what you truly think of me?” 

“Pfft, see, this is what I mean. That weird way of talking, those glasses, even heard you talking to yourself, which is even fuckin weirder than that thing you do with your hands.” 

Duck likes it when Indrid flaps his hands; it means he’s excited, and an excited, happy Indrid is a sight he’s rapidly grown to adore.

Without a word, he grabs the offending phone, deleting the video before the others register what's happening. 

“What the fuck?”

“You wanna see a funny prank? Fetch, dipshit” He hurls the phone as far as it will go, the others flipping him off and calling him every name under the sun as they run after it. 

Indrid is gone when he turns back, but he’s in time to see a flash of color disappear around the next curve in the trail. The taller man is picking thorns from his sweater, and freezes when he hears Duck’s footsteps. 

“I swear, if you try anything like that again, I will push you down the hill.”

“‘Drid” Duck reaches out, touching his arm to stop him, “I’m so fuckin sorry, I had no idea that’s what they were plannin, I thought we were hanging around to do some silly jumpscare on anyone walkin by, not that they fuckin lured you out here.”

Indrid is clearly contemplating pushing him down the hill anyway. 

“C’mon, I’m tellin the truth. Remember what happened the last time I tried to lie?”

The other man blinks, then snickers, “Ah yes, the abysmal attempt to blame cockroaches for your missing homework.”

“I’m still real fuckin sorry. And, uh, I deleted the video. Hope that phone broke on the rock when I threw it.”

Indrid raises an eyebrow, “Valiant.”

“Hush, I’m tryin to help.”

“I know.” He grins a little wider, “it's a pity, I’ve never lived in a place with a haunted hill before. I was looking forward to observing it with friends.”

“Eh, you ain’t missin much. Place is about as haunted as my apartment.”

Indrid elbows him playfully “Come now, don’t ruin my fun. Is it true people have seen strange lights?”

“That's what they say.”

“And that you get lost in a fog never to be seen again.”

“It's a tiny hill in the grand scheme of things. Hard to get that lost. Uh, where are you goin, by the way?”

“Back to my car.”

“But the parking lot’s-” he turns, finds  low, thick fog behind him, “thataway?”

“I thought it was this--oh, oh dear.” The fog is all around them, seeping into Duck’s skin.

“Okay, uh, well, we now it’s at the bottom of the hill, so all we gotta do is follow the slope.”

“...What slope?”

“The fuck?” The ground is flat, no matter how far he feels out with his feet.

“I propose we keep walking until we either get out of the fog or find the road.” He seems incredibly calm. 

“Good, uh, good plan.” He falls in just behind him, keeps his ears open for cars or other signs of life. He’s starting to worry, gets so distracted by it that he collides with Indrid’s back.

“Duck, are the lights associated with Hag Hill red and orange, by chance?”

“Yep.”

Indrid points to where two lights hover in the distant, dark fog, like the eyes of a waiting beast. 

“Well, fuck.”

“Run!” Indrid shoves him back the way they came, sprinting behind him on his long legs. It isn’t even two minutes before they hit a dead end.

“What the fuck, this cliff bit is on the other side of the fuckin hill from where we were!”

“Somehow I doubt the spirits care where we began, merely where we end up. Quickly, down here.” He tugs Duck behind a large, dying tree, the two of them huddling close together. 

“Dare I ask what happens to people who see the lights?”

“Never seen again.”

A bitter chuckle, “of course.” Indrid scrubs his hands up his face, tilting his glasses up as he does. Then he hisses, “Ouch, damn it all” and pulls a thorn from his finger, “gah, it still stings.”

“Here, lemme see.” Duck gently takes his wrist, “huh, yeah, looks like you got it, so at least it ain’t gonna fester. As for the sting..” Quickly, he dips his head and kisses the skin. Looks up to find Indrid blinking his brown eyes in confusion.

“What was the purpose of that?”

“To, uh, to make you feel better?”

“Are you trying to flirt right now?”

“No, uh, fuck, uh, I mean, I, uh, fuck, Indrid, if we’re gonn get eaten by ghosts or some shit, there’s somethin I wanna do.” 

With that, he grabs Indrid’s forearms and pulls him forward, kissing him. Indrid sighs against his lips, then hums happily as Duck works his way into his lap. He growls a little and Indrid shivers, breaks the kiss to nip and kiss at his neck while Duck brings his fingers up to his mouth, kissing his knuckles before drawing the pricked finger between his lips and sucking.

“Duck” Indrid purrs, nuzzling his cheek.

“Right here, darlin.”

Chills skitter up his spine and Indrid goes dead still in his arms, eyes wide as they stare over his shoulder. 

“Oh dear, our apologies young gentlemen.” The red light forms into a woman as it speaks, the orange light doing the same. Both are dressed like they belong at  a living history museum.

“Yes, we did not know you were lovers. Those for whom our hill was meant.”

“Your hill? But don’t that make you-”

“Hags? Yes, by the language of our fellow townspeople, we were such things due to our magic.”

“I lost my life to them.” The orange-eyed sighs.

“And I mine avenging her. They buried us here, unmarked, not knowing it had always been our favorite space. A space we wished to be for others in love, in our absence.”

“I’m sorry they were so cruel to you.” Indrid says softly. 

“In the end we triumphed, our love stronger than death. We live eternally in our beloved hill, they rest uneasy and miserable in their graves.” Red eyes waves her hand, and the fog clears.

“There is your way to town, should you wish to depart now.” Orange eyes smiles, “and if you wish to tarry, around that bend you will find a place better made for privacy.”

“Thats’, uh, that’s mighty generous of you, but I’m gettin cold.”

“And I ought to check on my rats.” Indrid stands, helping Duck up before bowing a bit awkwardly, “thank you both for your, ah, help?”

The women share an enigmatic smile, and then they’re gone. 

“Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

“Agreed.” 

As they wind their way down to the parking lot, Indrid looks at Duck shyly, “Was your desire to kiss me purely near-death experience related?”

“Nope. Been thinkin about it all week. You, uh, wanna go on a date this weekend? One with less fog and mortal terror?”

“I’d be delighted.” They reach Indrid’s beat-up compact, “would you like a ride home?”

“Sure, thanks ‘Drid.” 

Indrid opens his door, then pauses, fingers drumming on the car, “or you could, ah, could spend the night at my place?”

Maybe it’s a leftover adrenaline rush, or maybe it’s just Indrid, but Duck’s suddenly feeling pretty damn brave.

“Hell yeah, darlin. Let’s go.”

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