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rosesaints · 4 days

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hello i saw ur yuuta piece and loved how u write !! could u write smth similar perhaps for megumi 🤧🤧 he needs more love .. 🍀

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟcollege student!megumi fushiguro hc dump

pairing: megumi fushiguro x f!reader warnings: 18+ mdni, mix of sfw and nsfw content under the cut, a very obscenely american depiction of college, just me pouring my heart out to the most perfect underrated college bf ever. wc: 1300

college student!megumi fushiguro who enrolls in university as a biology major, minoring in english on the pre-veterinarian track, carefully selecting his college after agonizing over whether or not he wanted to be a writer or a vet, ultimately choosing the latter after an impressive tour of a research lab with leaders on the field who eagerly and enthusiastically answer every single one of his questions, no matter how miniscule or thorough. goes home with a stupid grin on his face that yuuji won't stop taking pictures of—"yuuji, would you chill the fuck out? it was just a college tour."

college student!megumi fushiguro goes home and quickly accepts his offer, orders two sweaters from the university's online tour, visits tsumiki at the hospital and tells her all about where he plans to go for the next four years.

college student!megumi fushiguro who has a very, very eventful freshman year—

he takes public transport around campus, has an old, beaten up pair of headphones that he probably got from thrifting, listens to beach house, cocteau twins, the neighbourhood, cigarettes after sex, sometimes songs that nobara and yuuji have recommended to him in the groupchat. acts like the brooding, silent type, until you accidentally knock into him during a nasty bump on the road, and he very quickly loses his composure and helps you out, beats himself up afterwards for not getting your name

finds you later at his biology lab, pleasantly surprised and trying to force down any visible signs of excitement when you get paired together for the rest of the semester. lets you take his phone without any fuss to type your number down, keeps the heart you've left besides your name and texts you that night to make plans to go on a date work on the lab report due that week

mentions you offhandedly during the debrief dinner he has at least a couple times a week with yuuji and nobara, frowns when they freeze and look at each other in that skitterish, excited way that they do when they're in on something together. "megumi, you never, ever talk about girls!"

he finds every excuse to see you outside of class. "damn, i guess we're gonna have to work on the report later, i'll see you at 6?" or "i think we need to talk about the objectives over some lunch at this new sushi place in town, anyway—"

you go along with it because it's so painfully obvious, but you don't have the heart to break whatever cool guy, aloof persona he's kind of determined to uphold (megumi, please, for the love of god, just learn how to ask someone out on a date)

he works hard to find new places he thinks you'll like and at some point, you guys just stop working on reports altogether and just start having fun around campus

sends you game pigeon texts throughout the day, lets you win at 8ball, but never, ever backs down from word hunt. he will score 30k points over you and not break a sweat.

rolls up his lab coat once in class and your brain short-circuits, man has an insane sleeper build, grabs your microscope slides for you and easily returns your microscope for you. "you okay?" "yup! completely and totally fine!"

i cannot stress enough how oblivious he is, though. you guys go to parties together, he grabs your drinks for you, holds your waist when someone gets too rowdy, and leave together. somehow, this man still thinks you don't reciprocate his feelings.

he wants to confess, he does, but there's all these logistics and things he has to plan for, has to do it in just the right way, at the right place, wracks his head at night trying to think of a way to just tell you. yuuji calls him fucking stupid one night and for once, he agrees.

gets too busy fussing and concerning over what he would do when the time comes, doesn't even stop and consider the fact that you might just beat him to it!

"'gumi," he literally has his head on your lap while he's doing an assigned reading for class, and it's probably one of the most peaceful days he's had in a while, but the way you smile and say his name makes his heart skip a beat. "wanna go out with me?"

man, it's like the floodgates open after that. he gets so much more direct and confident—"we're gonna go volunteer at that animal shelter this weekend," and "i'm picking you up for dinner, is chinese okay?"

not the type for public displays of affection, but makes sure you're in his orbit all the time, somehow. glances across the lab when your professor blunders in the middle of the lecture, a hand on the small of your back while he maneuvers you through the street, places his hand above yours on the train while you're holding onto the pole

takes photos of you all the time, has a collection of different cameras, makes yuuji take photos of you and him on nights out with the disposable camera, photos of you looking absolutely adorable on the digital camera, and dumb, funny photos of you that you hate but he loves

nights spent at his dorm watching trashy reality shows (he acts like he doesn't give a shit but gasps louder than you whenever someone gets slapped), studying for your next exam only to end up making out on the floor, cooking ramen noodles just to end up making out on his twin bed, getting ready together and making out when he hoists you up to the counter and knocks all his (and your) shit over. "gumi, i still have toothpaste in my mouth—" "hm, i like mint."

loves loves loves to kiss you. will have hours-long make out sessions in his dorm or yours, will keep going even if your roommate walks in, doesn't even register their presence—too focused on whatever flavor of lip gloss you've got on or that cute top you're wearing that day

his second favorite thing to do is to leave marks in places only he can see. doesn't mean to do that, he swears, but you can see a ghost of a smile when he helps readjust the straps of your dress to hide a blooming hickey on your shoulder.

has this dumbstruck look on his face when you have sex for the first time, gasps and grips your ass with a strength that you were only vaguely aware of when you sink down on his length for the first time, low groans and narrowed eyes. "god, i think you're gonna kill me."

slowly ends up being the one to control the pace, bouncing you up and down on his dick for his own pleasure, even as you're squealing and scratching his back and deliriously trying to thrust back, only to be overpowered

could eat you out for hours, but also loooooves receiving head, loves the way your eyes shimmer when you take him deeper into your throat, the gagging, lewd noises that you make and the way you look up at him, asking if that was good. "that was fucking amazing. 10/10, no notes."

remember how he takes photos of you all the time? he has some polaroids of you in some.... scandalous positions hidden in his drawer that he likes to... use in times of desperation

doesn't initiate a whole lot at the beginning because he's still in the "learning phase," but once he gets you to cum within two minutes, it brings out his competitive spirit. "wonder how many more times you can cum again... think you got another two in you?"

basically living together by the end of the year, because he sleeps better when you're near and his whole dorm is littered with mementos that remind him of you. has that coffee blend you love in his kitchen cabinet, your toothbrush on the other side of his, and when he comes back from lecture to see your smiling face hanging upside down from his futon, thinks he might just want to spend the rest of his life with you.

#🎞️ writing — me when i write.#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #college au #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro smut #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro fluff #mdni #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jjk megumi #god i've been dying to write for megumi #he needs more love???? call me up babe i'll smother him with love

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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Drunk on Halloween || Calvin Weir-Fields x Fem!Reader

Calvin Weir Fields x Fem!Reader

Word Count || 3,195

Summary || Calvin is aching for one night of peace; a bottle of wine, a cheesy horror movie, and the love of his life. However, some trick-or-treaters have different plans in mind.

Author’s Note || can you guys tell that I'm a Calvin apologist with this one? can you guys tell that even though I think he can be toxic as fuck, I'd sell my left nipple for a dime to have him just for a night? am I writing this note at four in the morning and that's why it's so unhinged? mind your own business, perhaps.

Warnings || smut (minors, do not interact or I will dip you into an ooky spooky vat of acid <3), thigh riding, slight use of pet names (Calvin calls the reader a good girl like twice lol), Calvin is an uptight little freak, reader is just in for a good time (good for her), nothing else I can think of!!

"Work all night on a drink of rum, daylight come and me wan' go home..."

Calvin pulls away from your neck, nearly breathless, "Are you really going to do that?"

You continue singing quietly but dramatically from underneath him, "Stack banana 'til the mornin' come, daylight come and me wan' go home..."

"Are you kidding me?" He groans.

"Come Mister Tally Man, tally me banana, daylight come and me wan' go home..."

Hair flopping forward, Calvin's head tips downward, mere millimeters from being buried in your chest, "Wow. You're really committing to this."

You giggle at his expense, "It's not my fault you decided to start something right before the dinner scene."

With nearly every night having been a movie night, you'd waited for something like this. However, you knew that tonight was likely that night as soon as Calvin pulled out a bottle of red wine, insisting that he bring some modicum of culture to the table. A few glasses later and all he'd manifested was a heavy haze that came to smother both of your lazily lounging figures.

Calvin says in disbelief, "I've never seen this before, how was I supposed to know what this scene would turn you into?"

"You should know because you know me, Cal." you slur.

He sounds even more tired than he really is when he replies, "I doubt that more and more with each passing day." Then he shakes his head as if he's actually upset. Your lighthearted demeanor dulls.

Voice softening, your hand rests on his cheek, "Hey, why does it matter? We're having fun, right?"

Calvin watches your eyes go wide, staring at him wearily. It reminds him a little of how his mother would look at him when he was upset. Like he was a child who'd thrown a fit. The next thing he was expecting out of your mouth was something akin to, "There, there, Calvin. It's okay." He can't tell if that annoys or comforts him.

"I guess..." he sighs.

You ask, "What's that supposed to mean?"

The cogs in Calvin's head turn as he tries to figure out exactly what had ruffled him so much. You never let him get away with passive aggression. He's not even sure why he does it in the first place; there's something that tells him there's no chance that anyone would even care why he was frustrated. So why should he bother to even try verbalizing it?

Your dumb runs over his cheekbone, "Cal, what's wrong?"

He begins shakily, "You know...I like when things go to plan..."

Your tone is laced with a little giggle, "So you were just planning to fuck me ahead of time? Is that how all of our sexual encounters go?"

"Don't call it that."

Your smile turns into a full grin as you stare incredulously, "What? Fucking? You mean what we've been doing for months?"

Immediately clamming up, Calvin replies, "It's just...it's not romantic when you say it like that."

You laugh, "Ah, because having sex while drunk on your couch is peak romance." Calvin watches your finger slide down the bumped bridge of his nose before you tap the tip.

Something in the teasing action makes him lighten. Maybe it's the fact that he swears he saw you wink afterwards. Or maybe it was the way the light from the television and the shadows of the darkness twisting and tricking his imagination. Or maybe he's just sick of worrying; maybe he's finally hit the threshold between his nervousness and his want.

He mumbles, "It could be."

You scoff, "You're so silly."

"Says the one who wanted to put me in fishnets and a corset." He reminds you of the conversation that took place during one of your previous Halloween movie nights. The film: Rocky Horror Picture Show. You had laughed while comparing him to the hero of the film, teasing him with breathy repetitions of the line, "Oh, Brad." He'd scowled and rolled his eyes, ignoring the way his stomach fluttered every time he heard it. It reminded him far too much of other sounds he'd heard you say.

"I stand by the fact that you were made to be Brad." You add daringly, "And I think you would've looked super hot in them. I probably would've gotten undressed half an hour ago if you looked like that." Then you looked at him; eyelids at half mast and finger running down one of his arms bracing the weight of his body over you. His skin shivers at the languid movements. He wishes he wasn't wearing a damned sweater so he could feel the soft drag of your nails.

He hears the resigned lyric of Brad Majors ring in his skull, Damn it, Janet. I love you.

Without a second thought he dives back in, delivering a swift kiss that quickly turns more fervent as he tastes more of the dark red wine from earlier. Or maybe the taste is on his own taste buds. He's not entirely sure and he's far too lost in the moment to really differentiate the flavors. All he knows is that the view of you beneath him is alluring and convincing him that his timing is auspicious. Your fingers tangle in his hair, bringing him impossibly closer to you.

He moans right as the song playing ends and breathes, "Can I touch you?"

Though you hear his desperate question just fine, you decide to taunt him a little bit more. "Huh?"

Calvin demonstrates an unusual level of assertion when he fishes around the top the couch and grabs the remote, mashing a button to lower the volume of the television until the movie was almost completely silenced.

You can now hear his khaki covered knee slide up the upholstery of the couch, slow as it eases comfortably between your own legs and presses just slightly against you. It's just enough pressure on your clit that you begin to ache for more. More movement. More warmth. More tension. He's close enough that you can practically see yourself coming down from your high already. Then Calvin repeats himself, rewording the question to reflect his insistence.

"I want to touch you."

You don't dare laugh now. You're too busy teetering on the edge of something big, you can taste it in the back of your throat.

"Please," you croak.

No matter how indifferent he can come off at times, Calvin can't be cruel to you. Instead, he's immensely satisfied with himself as he kisses you again, allowing his tongue to slip between your own lips. He takes as much as he wants and gives just a little more, allowing you some purchase from the heady tease of his knee grinding a little further against your pussy.

Wrenching away from the kiss, you regress into a pleading, mewling tangle of arousal, "Calvin, please-- please just let me...let me--"

His low voice bites you in an almost fatal way. "Let you what? Let you fuck yourself on my leg?"

You like the way the curse leaves his lips. Somehow, a man like Calvin can make the most vulgar words sound poetic even as he practically spits them at you. It makes more heat pool between your legs. It makes you fucking whimper for him. This is a rare form for both of you.

With you regurgitating the same cry of, "Please, Calvin, please..." He lets out his own chuckle.

"I'll let you move soon." He promises, "I just want to touch you first."

Calvin stays true to his word, anchoring a hand on your hip, rubbing circles with his thumb on your hip bone. Your sweater had begun to ride up your torso, exposing your soft stomach and the underside of your chest. Calvin lips curl at the sight of the pumpkin patterned sweater than matched his own. The idea of getting matching holiday sweaters had sounded terribly romantic; something he's sure he'd read in some romance novel as a teenager and simply filed it away in his subconscious. Now he finds his head filling with less than romantic thoughts as his fingers graze the hem of the brown, knitted garment and he realizes that underneath the silly sweater, you're not wearing a bra.

His hand wanders, caressing your side until it disappears entirely underneath the sweater. Cold fingers brush against your ribs and your breath hitches. With the television turned down, Calvin hears it and attempts to amend it by bringing his mouth to your jaw, peppering imprecise, open mouthed kisses along it until he reaches your ear.

He whispers that you're pretty. So pretty as you gasp when his hand finally reaches one of your rounded breasts. He wastes no time focusing on the nipple, swiping his thumb over it carefully. And there it is again: the want that is just dying to keep building. It leaves your clit feeling like it's been set on fire. Another string of miserable pleas leave your lips as you turn your head to the side.

You stare at the television screen now, watching as the titular Beetlejuice torments Lydia's father. Despite the volume being turned all the way down, you know the line that comes out of his mouth. But, even then, you don't have it in you to utter, "We've come for your daughter, Chuck." because fuck, you need to come first.

Calvin takes a hold of your chin with his thumb and forefinger, gently turning your head back to stare into his eyes, blown out and glassy just from feeling your skin. Your breath is raggedly trailing through your burning lungs.

Pitying you just enough, Calvin grants you the permission you've been waiting for. "You can move now." He says simply, as if he isn't just as worked up as you are. As if he isn't just waiting for you to ruin his pants; as if he isn't already preparing himself for the gloating he'll get to do when he does laundry tomorrow.

You respond eagerly but not to get too ahead of yourself, not wanting to unravel the knot inside you too quickly. You rock against his knee with smooth, unwaveringly slow motions. Calvin notices your restraint and lets praise drip from his tongue like raw honey, "Good girl...good girl."

The pet name sounds marginally awkward coming from him, but you're too far gone to second guess it. You let it spur you on even more when your thigh brushes against his erection. Based on how solid it is, you can't even imagine how much control it's taking him to hold back from letting himself get off. And a part of you is proud that just the feeling of your supple skin under his palms and your breathy cries were enough to get him that good. So you offer him a little relief by pulling him down on you, giving your thigh more of a chance to graze him fully.

Beautifully, Calvin groans shakily at the friction. Though it doesn't compare to being inside of you in the slightest, the mere movements are just enough to begin brewing his own climax.

Before too long, you're a tangled mess, hopelessly humping against each other on the couch, the movie long forgotten as you both aim to reach your releases. It only serves to provide mood lighting that flashes against your faces, illuminating how Calvin's expression contorts gracefully with the pleasure. He squeezes your breast with every restricted stroke against your thigh, making you whimper. It's a slurry of heaving chests, uneven breaths, and messily placed kisses and you both inch closer and closer to the end.

You're ascending the final hill, seconds away from the peak. Every time your clothed clit brushes against his knee, you feel your climax slowly and steadily clicking continually, just about to slot right into place when--

"Happy Halloween, Calvin Weird-Fields!" you manage to hear the yell faintly through your lust filled haze. You try to ignore it and continue rutting against him. But Calvin's hand leaves the confines of your sweater, hastily pulling it down over your torso before scrambling off of you. Your climax careens backwards down the hill, leaving you high and dry and ready to tear your hair out.

"Wait--" you barely have a chance to get an extra word in when he sits up.

He raises a finger quickly, shushing you.

Then you hear it again, a similar voice screaming from outside, "Yeah, happy fucking Halloween, Weird-Fields!"

"You've got to be kidding me. Not again." Calvin groans to himself before clambers away to his front door, barely having enough of a grip on himself to smooth his hair back. With the movie and you and the swiftly fading arousal fading, the tension returns to his shoulders, promptly weighing him down.

By the time he gets out the door, the teenagers have gotten back on their bicycles. They pull Halloween masks back over their faces and have already begun to ride back down the hill. At the risk of sounding too much like his late father, Calvin holds back the urge to yell obscenities back at them. He can't even think of the words to accurately express his anger anyways.

He just turns back, staring at the stark white stucco of his two story home, now adorned with garlands of toilet paper. Right then, you emerge from the entrance, following him out to the little concrete sidewalk at the front of his home and looking at the damage. This time, the one thing keeping you from chuckling at the sight is the outrage clearly radiating from your boyfriend.

Calvin reaches up, only just tall enough to reach a strand that hangs down. Though he tugs on it gently, it rips off quickly, leaving him with two and a half pitiful squares of toilet paper in his grasp.

His voice wobbles with frustration, "Are you-- you've gotta be kidding me." He jumps a little this time, reaching for the same sheet as it flutters in the wind, pulling off yet another few squares that he crumples in his trembling fist.

You watch him begin to breathe heavily, his lip quivering as he only works himself up more and more.

You reach out to lay a hand on his shoulder, "Hey, honey, stop..." but that doesn't quite catch his attention. You repeat firmly, "Calvin, stop."

He whips around and shoots you a venomous reply, "What the fuck am I supposed to do about this?"

"I don't know. Can't you pay someone to come out and clean it up?" A guy as wealthy and with as many connections as he did had to know someone who would be willing to take care of the mess.

"How the fuck am I going to get someone out here tonight?" he continues to rant, "Why the fuck are those kids even allowed to be out after dark?

You raise your voice, "Calvin!"

"What?" he snaps.

"You don't need to worry about this right now. Why don't we just go back inside and--"

"What's the point?" he laughs dejectedly, "The night's already ruined anyways."

"It isn't ruined." you insist.

"Yes, it is. They fucked it up and I fucked it up even more and fuck it's all just fucking fucked." His tone only gets more irritated as he rambles on, dropping the crumpled toilet paper squares to the concrete and running his quivering hand through his hair once more.

This hadn't been the first time those teenagers had done something like this. It started with them leaving empty beer bottles on his sidewalk after drunkenly laughing on his porch all night. Calvin had heard the antics of course, but had been too hesitant to do anything. He just hoped they'd go away. So he simply recycled the bottle and thought that was the last of it. But they were spoiled rich kids that lived in the hills and were determined to make the pretentious author's life a living hell.

The last incident, weeks before this, had almost been the straw that broke the camel's back. They'd managed to get their hands on a copy of one of his books and torn the pages out, crumpling them up and littering the bushes in front of the entrance with them. Placed directly on his doormat was the bent and destroyed cover. They'd taken permanent markers to the duster jacket and written insults all over it. Most of them were childish scribblings. The one that stuck up to him most was the simple addition of an extra "D" in his name.

Thus came the creation of the most clever quip these teenagers had against him: Calvin Weird-Fields.

It was silly, he knew it and his cheeks grew red every time he thought about it. But it only ever reminded him of growing up being the prodigal genius. Most people thought he was brilliant. That presented a certain set of issues, all laced with a paradoxical sense of narcissism and self loathing. But the people that insisted he'd peaked during his teenage years? That opened up a brand new avenue of anxieties, ones that made him feel sick to his stomach every time he thought of them.

He really was nothing special. Just a kid who got lucky once. And he'd never amount else aside from that. Those bratty teenagers would probably do more than he ever had managed to do in his few decades of life.

Feeling your hands set on his shoulders once more, you bring him back into the moment. "Calvin. It's late. We can worry about this tomorrow. We're both kind of drunk and I'm sure we're both really tired. So why don't we go back inside and try to get some sleep?"

Eyes glazed over, he stares back at you blankly through his tortoiseshell glasses.

You continue, bringing your hands down to his and hold them tightly in yours, hoping he can feel your sincerity in the touch. "Honey," Right as you start, you remember his words from earlier. "Just because things didn't go exactly to plan, it doesn't mean everything is fucked. We're going to be just fine. We'll figure it out in the morning."

"We?"

Your head tilts bittersweetly, affected entirely by his tenderness and all too aware that he's still too used to going at things alone. You can't imagine what it's like being stuck in his head sometimes; caught between a self aggrandizing front and an inner voice that is probably far more critical of himself than even the harshest reviewer.

"Yes. We." you answer finally. "Now can we go inside? I'm getting really fucking cold. Maybe you can warm me up." With the chunky sweater you're wearing, it's obviously a complete lie. But you don't think Calvin notices or cares.

The anger starts to melt away and he squeezes your hands in his before bringing them to his lips and giving them a chaste kiss. You see his gloomy green eyes are misty with the beginnings of a few tears that he quickly wipes away with the sleeve of his own sweater.

"That sounds nice." he concludes quietly, letting you lead him back inside his apartment.

#danonation #paul dano #danocel #ruby sparks #calvin weir fields #calvin weir fields x reader #calvin weir fields x you #calvin weir fields x y/n #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

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boyswanna-be-her · 1 year

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Lmao the walk was super fun but only two people showed up (my biggest fan, who was obvs gonna be there, and a new friend who we both met at the same time through volunteering which is cute and fun, he's a p good deal younger than us). Since it was just the 3 of us, we hiked the WHOLE trail system and had a blast. Got lunch afterwards. I invited them to come out to the beach with me, and my friend decided to follow me straight out and new boy went home first but then flaked and never ended up coming to the beach.

So the clown dance continued, we swam and sunned and laughed, came back to my apartment, eventually got hungry and went to dinner, our third meal together in a row today. At every point they were hesitant to leave and happy to be invited to do the next thing. The only reason why we're not together now is that we're supposed to lift tonight at their place with someone else joining, so they headed back to their own side of town while I went home to take a shower.

This is actually a great holding pattern as far as I'm concerned. We spend as much time and I'd be willing to spend with someone I was dating, and I enjoy spending time with them more than being alone (USUALLY more, sometimes they're in a mood and I'd rather split). It's been so long since I've ACTUALLY enjoyed someone's company more than my own that I wasn't sure that would ever even happen again for me. I'm happy with this. The chemistry is there but--and holy shit i can't believe im saying this--I don't actually want to risk our friend...ship? Lmao? Who am i?

I also made an offhand comment about planning something fun and they responded "I don't really drink so that can make it hard" and of course in light of recent life changes on my side I'm like 👀👀👀 that is the opposite of a problem! But it also makes me sad bc they have been drinking with me some on our off hours and it sounds like they were just trying to keep up with me/not murder the vibe and that was SO not necessary. It also makes some stuff track more in retrospect (like "oh what was up with them that night?" ends up being "they were sleepy bc they dont drink booze normally"). Anyway, since it came up organically I told them that I was actually working on my sobriety and that it was difficult with my parents as enablers/people who want a drinking buddy from their child--and wouldnt you fucking know, bc we have everything else in common, they also have the SAME dynamic w their parents. And they seemed happy that sobriety was something I was thinking about and valued, but possibly more relieved that I actually DO enjoy our time together when we're both sober and want to do more of that.

We're finally getting into some deeper shit and I'm learning about their history and what makes them tick. Like they speak their mind super freely, but they are SO private about their family and personal life to the point that it feels almost too intimate to learn some of this shit that people who have known them longer are oblivious about. On the other hand, I'm a open book about everything I've been through and my mental health but good fucking luck getting an earnest take out of me on anything unless i deeply trust you. It makes for a weird game of learning about each other. I thanked them today for being a friend who's down to clown with all of my stupid suggestions and admitted that I normally just do everything alone but it's more fun with them. They expressed it all back to me. Alone for a long time, fine with that, surprised to find me, thankful for that too. It's just like, hm. Very comfy. And I don't worry about being wanted or wearing out my welcome, and I don't get taken advantage of, and they stand up for me and do nice things for me, and feed me and worry about me. That's such a nice change for me from being either The Provider or a person who wants for nothing or no one. It's scary to want someone in my life, even in this capacity, but it's more rewarding than I thought it could be without, yknow, actively trying to date or hook up. I feel like the possibility of something more is stalking us from location to location like the monster in It Follows--sometimes our knees are nestled together while we talk and it's breathing down our necks and sometimes we're both distracted and moody and it's not something either is thinking too much about, but fuck if it isn't always there and a thing I think we will inevitably make a choice about in the future but.

#bfr

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cosmic-kaden · 5 months

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Date nights with MacCreaady and Hancock are vastly different than one another in a good way! <3

MacCready and I would have a stay at home date. There are times where if Nora doesn't have anything planned she lets me use her pip-boy so I can play a bunch of games. I borrow it for date night and MacCready and I play some games together, talk and read our favourite comics and then later in the evening have a few drinks, make and eat dinner. Then as night falls we listen to old time love songs and slow dance in the living room. When we're feeling tired we snuggle up together in bed before telling one another how much we love and cherish each other~

Hancock and I would have a work-date. Our idea's of a fun time thankfully don't involve chems because he knows I'm not like that, instead we like to hunt creatures who have been invading some of the minutemen settlements. We have fun little competitions with one another about who can get the most takedowns. Although afterwards when the sun is starting to fall below the horizon Hancock and I find a nice quiet place. We watch the rest of the sunset as the stars start to burn in the black sky we lay back into the grassy area and stargaze, talking about everything and anything. From how we did that day right to our hopes and dreams of the future. I wouldn't be able to help gushing to him about how much I love and adore him. He'd exclaim how lucky he was to have someone like me in his life.

I love and adore my husbands so much. They've both been through so many hard situations and life hasn't always been the kindest to them. I want to make sure the rest of their lives are the happiest they can be, if I am able to make them smile a little more and worry a little less then that's wonderful. These two mean so much to me and I love them so very much. <3

#I hope people don't mind me going off and fallout posting and gushing about my fallout loves despite me also being hyperfixated on Wrench ;;#comic books and snipers #Rhythmic Reckoning #<- New ship name for Hancock and I! <333

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tailorofcha0s · 5 months

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We better survive this.

"They reached the highest part of the city as the sun began to set. Destruction had already taken its toll on that side of Baldur; crumbling buildings, broken ground, and the smell of sulfur. Their allies were waiting in a small building that still stood. They planned to spend the night there. Persephone and the others discussed their next steps and prepared a plan for the battle. Afterward, while everyone was having dinner, she stepped away from the group and went to sit next to some ruins outside.

The sky displayed a crimson color; nautiloids sailed through the skies while several githyankis on dragons attempted to incinerate them with their flames. She felt sad as she glimpsed what was left of Baldur; after walking its streets, soaking in the atmosphere and the people, there was now barely a trace of that city. The flames of the buildings in the distance illuminated Persephone's cheeks as if it were a bonfire.

'You haven't finished dinner, my love,' a sweet and melodious voice was heard behind her, 'you need to replenish your strength; tomorrow is an important day.'

Persephone turned to look at Astarion, who came to sit with her accompanied by a bottle of wine.

'I know, dear. But I needed to clear my thoughts a bit,' Persephone said in a melancholic tone.

'For that, we have me and...' - he filled a glass of wine and offered it to her - 'this red wine, my love,' Astarion joked with a small smile, displaying his fangs, although immediately his face became serious. 'Now tell me, my dear, what is troubling you?'

Persephone looked at the horizon while holding her glass and sighed. She remained silent for several minutes before speaking. 'This could be our last night together,' she said with some difficulty; trying not to shed any tears.

Astarion, who was drinking from his glass, placed it on the ground and delicately took Persephone's and did the same. Then, he took her thin and delicate hands while stroking them with his thumb to reassure her. They both looked at each other intently.

'I know... my sweet. I'm terrified, too. We just claimed our lives back; we escaped from Bhaal and Cazador. But we've come so far, look at us. I believe us to be capable of much more, so much more. It must not end here, it can't.'

Persephone hid her face in Astarion's chest.

"There's a possibility that we might not make it, and that's what I fear the most. I know that even if we destroy the netherbrain and everything returns to normal, we'll still have to keep fighting for our future, for a challenging future and love. I'll age, and you'll see me die, and we'll only be able to live our love under the moonlight. But I don't mind... if it means I can still keep you by my side. We've endured so much, we carried our heavy hearts and so many wounds for so long to get here and deserve something good... something like the love we have for each other. Tomorrow, if I have to die, my last breath will be dedicated to you."

Astarion tried to remain strong, but tears began to well up in his eyes.

"You're such a fool, my sweet petal. We're in this together. No matter what happens. Until the end. And if my final day is tomorrow, I'm glad that in war and in love, I had you as my partner."

Persephone smiled through her tears and kissed Astarion with a warm, silent, and lingering kiss. Shortly after, she tried to regain her composure and held onto one of the vampire's arms, resting her head on his shoulder.

"We better survive this," she added after a pause, "I still have so much more love to give you."

Astarion smiled faintly and sighed. Both gazed at the apocalyptic horizon before them. He, too, rested his head on Persephone's. No matter what happened, if this was the end of the world, they would face it together.

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Just a little something i wrote today cause i was inspired (i know its not perfect and it took me almost two hours to properly write this, its been years i dont sit down and write something like this) This early morning i reached the very end of the game - you know, when you go to the upper city and get ready for the long battle and chase of the netherbrain- and i got very emotional. Astarion and Persephone even had a little different kiss in case it would be the last before initiating the quest.

#durge x astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #fanfic #fanfiction #Youtube

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exoticmooncakes · 7 months

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“Only One”

I felt butterflies in my stomach as I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. I'm a little nervous since this is our first time meeting in person. I park the car and look down at my phone, "Hey gorgeous, I can't wait to see you in person after 3 long years of online chatting. I was too excited to wait outside so I already got us a table." I smiled as I read your message and lock my phone. I had on that one dress that you loved so much. You know the one that hugs my curves and make my ass look good enough to bite. I also had on the perfume that you sent me for my birthday a few months ago. Once I was outside of the car I locked the doors, fixed myself, and headed towards the entrance.

Inside I was greeted by the host. "Hello ma'am, how can I help you?" he asked me. "I'm looking for a friend." the host nodded his head and asked me to follow him. As I followed behind him, so many things were going through my head. I took a deep breath to clear my thoughts. Slowly exhaling I arrived at the table where you sat.

We make eye contact as you stand up from the table. It felt as if it was just the two of us alone in the restaurant. "Enjoy your night," the host said and walked away. You slowly approached me, never taking your eyes off me... not even for a second, take my hand and help me do a 360 for you. You embrace me in your arms, slowly sliding your hands down my back. You stop at my lower back, making sure not to go any further because we're in a public place.

"You look stunning tonight." As you're holding me you can't help but admire my aroma. "Mm, you smell good too. I can only wonder if you taste even better..." you whisper in my ear. It sent chills down my spine. I let out a quiet moan and you smirked. We let go of the hug and you help me inside the booth afterward you sit across from me.

As the night went on we ate, laughed, had a couple of drinks, and talked. I couldn't stop smiling at you all night. I just couldn't believe we'd finally met after 3 long, hard years. "Here's the bill, no rush." The waiter sat down the bill and we reach for it at the same time. You chuckle and I giggle. "Sorry about that... it's a force of habit," I say and let you pay. We exit the restaurant together and you walk me to my car.

"Here we are...." I say as we approach my car. You pull me into a hug and this time you didn't hesitate as you grab a fistful of my ass and squeeze it. I pull you close to me and kiss you passionately. You guide me to the car and slide one of your hands under my dress trying your hardest not to break the kiss. Once my body touched the car and yours pressed up against mines I could feel you growing, eagerly awaiting more. Your hand inched its way under me you noticed that I don't have any underwear.

"May I?" you ask and I part my legs open enough for you to have good access. You slowly slide two fingers inside me. "Fuck" you softly say as my juices drip down my thigh with each slow thrust you make. "Mm, fuck" I softly moan out. You slide your fingers out of me to taste them. "I should've had you for dinner instead." I smirked, "I'm always here if you want dessert." You lean down to kiss my neck but you we were soon interrupted by someone getting out of their car.

I was craving you so bad that I forgot we were still outside of the restaurant. "Let's go to my place. It's too much of a crowd out here." I nod my head and reached for my keys. You open my car door and smack my ass before helping me get inside. I start the engine and roll down the window. "I'll meet you there." You say then kiss me goodbye.

I arrive at your place and you're already at the door waiting for me. As I'm walking up to the door I can see that you're watching me. Probably visualizing me naked, I would suppose. You hold the door open for me as I walk inside the house and close it behind us. You come up behind me and softly kiss my neck "now where were we..." you say in between kisses. I softly moan while your hands start to roam my body. You start to help me out my dress making sure to caress my nipples in the process.

My dress hit the ground to reveal my fully exposed curvy body. You lick your lips and smirk then you grab me behind my neck and push me toward the end of the couch. Before bending me over you help spread my legs apart so you could get a good view. You bend me over and slowly caress my clit. I prop my leg up onto the couch to give you more access. You smacked my ass and run two fingers down my lips and slowly enter inside me. You dig your fingers deeper inside me feeling my tight walls grip your fingers. "shit..." you mumble under your breath. You slowly slide your fingers in and out of me while you use your free hand to pull your, full hard, and throbbing, dick out of your pants.

Once your dick was free, I throw my ass back to get you to go faster. You chuckled as you slide your fingers out of me and rub your dick with them. You stroke your dick and a little bit of precum oozes out. You rub it on your tip and position yourself behind me. I shake my ass and you slap it with your dick. You rub the head of your dick onto my lips feeling it get wetter as you tease me. You lend down and kiss my back as you slide inside me. My warm, tight walls gripped onto you causing your dick to throb inside me. It felt as if you were getting harder just for being inside me.

I moaned out after you were fully inside of me. You grab me by the waist and slowly thrust in and out of me. "Mm, fuck" I moaned out but you tuned me out and listened to the sounds of my juices gushing onto you while you stroked in and out of me. I use one of my hands and caress my clit while I throw my ass back on you. You speed up the pace and hit my spot. You become overthrown by my juices gushing out of me as I squirt. You pull out and watch as my juices squirt out of me.

"Ouuuu yess" You slide back inside of me, grab me by my hair, and thrust fast inside of me trying to hit my spot again. You succeed and I squirt again. The arm of the couch and floor was wet so you grab me by the back of my neck and help me up. You pick me up, slid inside of me, and put me on the wall while you grind inside of me. We make eye contact and passionately kiss each other. I moan against your lips as you hit my spot. You put your hands on my shoulders and hold onto them tight as I squirt again. You couldn't hold it in as you cum inside of me. "Fuuucccckkkk," you say as you slowly pull out and watch as my juices and your cum ooze out of me.

You smirk as you walk back over to the couch and put me down. "I'm sorry I don't know what I was thinking." I laughed and you look at me with confusion. "I'm on birth control so it's okay." You chuckle a little. "Let's go for round two." You say as you softly grab me by the neck.

@exoticmooncakes 💜

#sexstories #hot #shortstories #sexy #eroticshortstory #eroticshortstories

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SERIOUS SEDUCTION ATTEMPT #1-

"Well Anna? What do you think about this? When I saw it in the shop, I was struck by how elegant it feels, although having put it on... it shows a bit more skin than I expected it to when I first saw it. The fabric is really nice too."

Slight pause. She's not really flirting yet, she's just talking about her outfit-

"It was a little bit expensive, but I figured that to woo a beautiful, elegant lady such as yourself, I've got to look the part."

FLERT-

"So... do you have any free time tonight? I know that you live here so it's not all that exciting and interesting, but I found a nice restaurant in Chireiden. I figure it might be a bit more to your taste than anything aboveground. Care to grace me with your company at dinner? My treat. And maybe we could have a drink at your place afterwards?"

Local skanky dirt-poor cheap-ass lower class cat attempts to be elegant, can't find the right words for anything because her vocabulary is limited in some areas.

"Well? What do you say?"

She's holding out her hand in invitation. She had a few more ideas, but most of them involved in touching Anna, something she's hesitant to do until there's more of an established precedent-

((Nyalternatesinner))

"........."

Anna stops for a moment, then gently grabs her hand.

"S. You did really well, my heart kind of skipped a beat for a moment. Again, I am taken, but if I'm not... well, you know what would happen after that. Buuut you kind of want to take me out of Chireiden and Former Hell instead, since it's like saying we're eating at my house's backyard."

"But yeah, you did well! Just remember this moment, alright?"

#nyalternatehellkitten #NYALTER DID SUPER WELL+++

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theselfshiphassailed · 1 year

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Turns out Nish has a friend with a beach house that doesn't get much use! There wasn't a lot of room to compromise for a small, unassuming room near a local beach somewhere when someone is damn near throwing their keys at ya for free. I like nice things and I like 'em free! Masa was suspicious but once he got there he let go of all his worries.

As mentioned, Nish handled location but he even made sure Masa and I was packed properly. We even went shopping! He was taking his elder role very seriously for some reason. He bought me 4 new swimsuits! He and Masa got themselves 3 a piece- the trip is 3 days long. We got matching sunglasses because I said that I needed some and we realized that I literally never wear any. So they wanted to match with me. (Nish bought like 4 different pairs of sunglasses but that's a different story.)

The first day went off without too many hitches! We drove- Nish and I tag teamed the trek and Masa snored. If he wasn't asleep, the two of them were bickering about something inconsequential like children. I swear they don't do that all the time but it's enough to drive me nuts. Masa got a little sick but Nish had a feel someone would so he brought something that whipped him back into shape almost immediately.

We were worried that when we got there we would have to alternate bed schedules but thankfully Nish's friend was fond of large beds himself so we had more than enough room for the three of us. And maybe even three more! They don't like that joke. I'm not sure what it was about being stuck in the car with me for hours that made them find me so irresistible but we found out just how comfortable that bed actually is.

In the master bedroom, where we'll be sleeping, the shower is unfuckingbelievable. It has this absolutely massive walk-in with glazed marble tiles and brass fixtures, spacious enough for the three of us to shower together, which we hadn't gotten a chance to experience before. To say we felt spoiled is a bit of an understatement. It was nice. So, so nice- even Nish couldn't hide that he was impressed. (And I'm only slightly worried and curious about what this friend of his does for a living...)

We were all starving but for some reason everyone kept saying "I'm hungry" and no one did anything about it. We just got dressed in a bathing suit and got ready to go out onto the beach. Nish and I stretched out in sun beds but Masa hopped right out into the ocean- not that we were surprised. The idea to go to the beach was his idea in the first place. We watched him for a bit and then at some point I kinda fell asleep. AND NISH DID TOO! HE TOTALLY DID! He was asleep when I woke up but he denies it with his whole chest because he's so...

Eventually I got tired of sitting there so I went to join Masa in the water even though I'm not much of a swimmer but he was great at making sure I was taken care of. He was so sweet. He did splash the fuck out of me and knock my glasses off though- I almost lost them.. We're not going to talk about it.

Anyway, I'm not sure how much time we spent out in the water but I do know that eventually I told Masa that felt like I was going to pass out and needed to eat. So we hurried inside and made something together (NISH WAS STILL ASLEEP). While we were throwing something together, His Highness finally graces us with his presence with the idea to go out for dinner but we were literally damn near done and kinda excited about what were were making. So, he owes us dinner tomorrow night, his treat! Don't worry- I made him some too!

We had drinks afterwards while watching a movie and then with the encouragement of our cocktails, we headed upstairs to get reacquainted with our new bed. I don't know~ don't blame me. Blame the spirit of the ocean!

#ss nish & masa #ss nishiki #ss me #ss aizawa

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ahh, i didn’t even realize! i saw it while i was finishing up my break at work and didn’t think to check if it was still there. i’m glad you’re not opposed though!

for felix and elliott: what would you do (or not do) if you had an entire weekend to yourselves?

for shayne and charlie separately: if you were planning a surprise date for your partner (they know it’s a date, just not the exact plan), what would it look like?

For some reason, I feel like I've given them all the most mundane answers ever, so I'm sorry if that's the case!!

Felix and Elliott

Felix claps his hands together. "So, we're starting it off right with a nice Saturday morning lie-in..."

"Saturday morning run at sunrise," Elliott interjects.

"Elli, I presume you don't need to hunt at all during this weekend."

Elliott nods. "I would still appreciate the running aspect."

Felix rolls his eyes but doesn't argue. "Well, I would get up around... ten."

"I'd wake you up at ten with a kiss."

Felix smiles. "Take a shower..."

"Together?"

Felix's smile deepens and bites his lip. "Mmhmm."

"Alright, and then after...?"

"After, we'd... we'd go downstairs in our dressing gowns and slowly make brunch. French toast and bacon and mimosas - we can make mimosas with blood for you, right?"

Elliott shrugs. "We can certainly try."

"And then watch TV and just be together for the afternoon... perhaps we'll go out to see a show in the evening."

Elliott puts an arm around Felix and runs his fingers against his shoulder. "Sounds nice. Maybe we get some drinks at a fancy bar afterwards."

"Yes."

"And pick up some sushi for my boo on the way home?"

Felix's eyes light up as he looks up at Elliott. "Aw. Thank you. Maybe I'll join you for a stroll in the park on the Sunday morning."

Elliott shakes his head. "There won't be a park visit on the Sunday morning, because I'm driving us to the beach to watch the -"

"Sunrise?" Felix sighs.

"Sunrise," Elliott says. "We'll bring coffee in flasks and take a walk across the sand as the sky and the sea change colour and the world is starting to wake up."

"Gosh, that actually sounds nice."

"And we wait for the funfair to open on the strand..."

"Oh, gosh, I do love a funfair," Felix whispers.

"I know you do. So we'll spend a few hours there, then drive home, and we can order in whatever you want for dinner, and then we can just cuddle and watch movies in bed until we don't feel like watching movies anymore."

Felix is smiling uncontrollably.

"Sorry," Elliott murmurs. "I hijiacked Sunday a little."

"No, no, it was perfect. I just... I thought your ideal weekend would involve more travelling."

"That's true, but the question was about our ideal weekend. I would want to spend it with you, taking it easy. Not watching you pull your hair out while trying to figure out some European city's underground train system."

Felix jabs Elliott in the side and then hugs him.

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Charlie

"Oh. Well, it'd be hard to plan something without giving in to the urge to check in with him, to see what he thinks, to see how he's feeling, but... Shayne has never really travelled before, so I think I'd like to take him on a day trip, somewhere he's never been before. Maybe a lake or a mountain where we could have a picnic. Nowhere too crowded. And we'd come back before it gets too dark, because being outside at night can be kind of stressful for him... Yeah."

Shayne

"It'd be less romantic because I'd have to make him drive us there," he mumbles, "but I know he'd love a trip to the natural history museum in the city. I'd just let him talk at me about whatever stuff he's the most interested in. Oh, and he's always going on about these seasonal hot drinks he can't get outside of the city, so I'd take him to one of those places where he can get a ginger spiced... whatever. Oh - and if I could take him somewhere up high, with a night-time view of the city, that'd be perfect. Is that - is that enough, do you think?"

#ask #anon #OC asks #StW Felix #StW Elliott #StW Charlie #StW Shayne #ask game #ask meme #OC stuff

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alexracheltravel · 1 year

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Ho Ho Ho! Ho Chi Minh City!

At 5:00 am, it was time to leave Hanoi. We left early for a flight heading down the country to Ho Chi Minh City, formerly known as Saigon. Our flight was easy. And we had a car pickup ready to take us into Vietnam's largest city.

We weren't sure what to expect. Would it be dirty and run down? Old-style like part of Hanoi? Or modern like Tokyo? We discovered it was somewhere in the middle. We rode alongside some gorgeous parks, long roads, craned necks high at skyscrapers.

We stayed at an upscale neighborhood called Dong Khoi beside the Saigon River. The Myst Hotel was fancy! It had a restaurant, rooftop infinity pool, and beautiful decour, merging modern and classic styles. Our room wasn't quite ready when we arrived, so we walked around the corner for a bowl of pho. That makes at least one bowl per day on this trip! Pho is the best, and this one has great noodles, and a more flavorful broth than other days.

But since we had such an early flight, we were exhausted and our settling in turned into a power nap, and before we knew it, it was lunchtime. There was a banh mi spot not far from the hotel, so we went right there.

When the line for food stretches out onto the street, you know it's gonna be good. Luckily, it moved fast. The shop has been open for over thirty years and sold one type of banh mi, layered with pork, cooked in multiple ways. You layer the chili and pickled veggies on yourself. We split one, but others were ordering as many as they could carry.

We hit the Ben Tranh Market - where we were accosted to buy one of everything. Haggling is hard and we likely overpaid for some Nike Dunks that were probably fake as well as ordering a professor-style suit. We were successful at getting a three for two deal on some shirts, however, so maybe we're getting better.

We went back to the hotel because every day there's a complimentary "high tea" buffet. In addition to tea or coffee, we also munched on snacks: bao, cakes, and more.

Still exhausted and sore from yesterday, we soaked in the jacuzzi in our hotel room. What do bath salts do? We put some in and felt no different.

Dinner was Quan Bui - a change of pace. It wasa sit-down restaurant with an enormous menu and a wide variety of Vietnamese dishes. While we usually have been going to restaurants with one dish, this one had multiple. We ordered flavorful lemongrass and chili chicken, and pork in a caramel fish sauce.

Afterwards we grabbed drinks at Heart of Darkness - an expat bar that indulged in the xenophobic fantasies that poor readers assume of Joseph Conrad and the film Apocalypse Now. These weren't heroes meant to idolize. Although the beer did taste good.

Off to bed. Early rising has been sort of our thing. We're off on yet another excursion to a little place called Ben Tre.

Total distance walked: six miles.

Rachel: Alex, how was your first day in honchi minh city?

Alex: Really good, I can understand why people travel to this city and never go home. The only reason my college friend went home was the pandemic. It's a real international city, you see people from everywhere.

Rachel: and cuisine from around the world too! We've seen a ton of restaurants from Japan, Singapore, China, France, Korea, we even saw gelato! This city to me feels a bit like Tokyo in that sense.

Alex: as we drove into the city, the wide roads, wind alongside parks and gave me California vibes.

Rachel: the moral of the story is this city feels very familiar and excitingly new all at once.

Alex: I agree! And we probably had the best meals so far while we were here. Bahn mi is the number one thing we've eaten so far!

Rachel: I totally agree, tell the people about this bahn mi!

Alex: Alright, imagine, a pig that was crushed by one of those hydrologic presses, remove the skeleton, and of course cook it, so you have a mixture of different parks of the pig: butt, belly, skin and shredded, chopper, and pate. Loaded on top are veggies, pickles, and all on a soft baguette.

Rachel: And don't forget that mayo! I think there is a very real possibility that may was made with pork fat.

Alex: all for the low price of 60,000 vnd. $3!

Rachel: Less than $3!

Alex: Less than $3.

Rachel: not to mention you and I split that sandwich and were very full afterwards.

Alex: you know what restaurant gave me similar vibes than that place? La Taq in SF. You stick your head in and watch the magic happen.

Rachel: It was also great to just walk around a little. My legs are still sore from the last few days. But it felt great to have the last few days a mix of exploring and relaxing.

Alex: So, you ready to explore tomorrow?

Rachel: Yeah! Sad to leave the city so soon after we arrived, but excited to go down into the Mekong Delta.

Alex: I hope you like coconuts. That's foreshadowing.

Rachel: But we cannot finish this day without talking about our hotel.

Alex: It's a mix of elegance and hipster chic.

Rachel: With a throwback to Saigon past.

Alex: I love how the concierge explained that to us. The halls and rooms were modeled after Saigon alleys and with old wooden decour. I mean the amenities are great, the price is reasonable, but it's the style and ambiance that really feels like it reflects our wants for this trip.

Rachel: I already posted some pictures. Go ahead check it out. Although even the pictures don't do it justice.

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2: Hotels in Kansas City, MO

Welcome to Beach Too Sandy, Water Too Wet. A podcast featuring real reviews written by people who just need the world to know what they think. Between you and me, I wanted to like this podcast, but I'd give it zero stars if I could.

Hello everybody, welcome back to Beach Too Sandy, Water Too Wet, the podcast where we read the worst reviews in the most dramatic fashion. I'm Christine.

And I'm Alex.

And this week's theme is hotels in Kansas City, Missouri, or Missouri as the locals say.

And us. We're not locals.

And me after a gin and tonic. So we're gonna read our reviews, and then afterward, we're gonna see if I was able to step up to Alexander's Challenge from last week. So stay tuned.

All right. So I'm excited to see what you came up with.

We'll see. We'll see if it's any good. I had a tough time with this one.

But I did find a doozy. This is a review of the Elms Hotel and Spa in Kansas City, Missouri.

Was it like a nice place, or is this like a rundown?

I believe it's quite a nice location. And we do wanna stress again that this is not, we have no feelings for or against any of these locations. This is just some fun stuff we find on the internet and we're just rebroadcasting it.

Let's put it that way. This is a one-star review from Annette.

Went there for our 25th anniversary. As we were heading to the front desk, I noticed a plate of uncovered strawberries sitting on the floor.

By the way, really quick...

Wait, on the floor?

Really quick interjection. Every time I say strawberries, take a drink, because you're going to have a really riot of an evening if you do so. Uh-oh.

Ask about the room. They're at capacity, but gave us a breakfast coupon. He also explained that someone was on their way up to our room with our anniversary package.

OK, head to the room. Strawberries are still on the floor. Pout in my room for about 45 minutes.

Oh, OK, I need to figure this out.

So it took me a while to figure out.

So they walk into the lobby and there are strawberries on the floor. They walk into their room.

So they're walking toward their room and they find strawberries, a plate of strawberries outside of someone else's room.

Oh, and then they go inside their room and find no strawberries in their room. Am I mishearing?

OK, I'm we're heading to the front desk, I assume, from their hotel room. They notice a plate of uncovered strawberries on the floor in the hallway. So then the person and they're there for their anniversary, you know.

So then the person at the front desk says, oh, someone's going to come up with your like anniversary special surprise soon. Right. So she's like, oh, they got strawberries.

So she's like, I better get strawberries. It's the 25th. That's a strawberry anniversary.

Yes. Famously so. Um, so she pouts.

Pout in my room for about 45 minutes and decide to hit the pool. Head down to the pool. Strawberries haven't moved.

My nose starts bleeding and I have my husband grab a pool towel as I didn't want to drip in the pool. So so kind. Go to the front desk, give them my towel, letting them know I'd used it on my bloody nose.

They gave it to the clerk at the front. What are they supposed to do?

That didn't even turn into an issue. I thought that was going to be that. Yeah, that just was part of the routine.

Does it carry through the lobby? Here's my bloody towel. Yep.

My nose was bleeding. While there, I asked if we were supposed to get strawberries with our package, as they hadn't brought any up with them. He said he thought there was a mix up, but he talked to the manager.

On the way back to the room, strawberries were still there. This time, there was a piece of paper with them. So I decided to see what the paper said.

So she reads this note. It was a note thanking them for booking the anniversary package. Sit in the room a while.

Pretty disappointed. Finally, I decided to rinse the chlorine off.

And get dressed up for dinner. As we pass, the strawberries are still sitting there. I stopped by the desk to see what he found out.

He apologized and said he would personally take them to our room. At the time, I let him know about the strawberries. He thought I mentioned something because they were taunting us.

Okay, this is going very differently than what I expected. I thought it was going to be some sort of allergy thing, where she's like, oh, no, there's open strawberries. Bloody Nose made me like, oh, maybe she's like realizing she's allergic.

The Bloody Nose has nothing to do with anything. That never comes back.

I'm going to learn. But right now I'm going into these thinking that they're sensical.

And I don't know why. You're going to understand the plot.

Yeah.

No, there's no plot.

Oh, good.

He thought I mentioned something because they were taunting us. I said, no, I'm telling you, because that's disgusting.

What?

And if they were mine, I'd be pissed because they were uncovered on the floor. Which, I mean, to be fair, yeah.

I mean, I don't know the timeline, but this seems like a long time that they've been sitting there.

She's pouted for 45 minutes in the room alone.

That's right. She gave us a timeline.

He said, maybe the people didn't want them. I told him about the note I read.

Oh, no.

And he said they were training a new person, and he must have not understood where their strawberries were supposed to go. I told him that we were going out, and to put our strawberries on our desk, we came back later to find them covered on the desk. The strawberries were very good.

That's the end of the review.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Was that a one-star review? Are you kidding me?

I mean, they dealt with her bloody towel. They put covered strawberries on the desk. I don't know what the complaint is, but apparently Annette did not have a great time.

Like literally everything she wanted happened.

I mean, I think she was jealous of the neighbors.

My goodness. That makes a lot of sense.

Yeah, I know. Wow, that was a long one.

Sorry, but that was a good one. You killed so many people saying strawberries so many times.

I did. Alcohol poisoning runs rampant.

Oh, yeah.

Anyway, what do you have for me here?

All right. Well, I kind of went similar route, not with the strawberries, but with a place that was kind of nice because I read some reviews of not so nice places that had mostly one star reviews. And I was like, yeah, I would give them one star too.

Yeah, it's not pretty. Hotel reviews on Yelp are not pretty, guys.

Well, that was, that was, I know many, many hotels in Kansas City to avoid. Well, I found a review of the Embassy Suites in Kansas City. From Sammy.

All right, Sammy.

Who was very disappointed.

Oh, no, Sammy.

Was very disappointed in the staff at the J Bar restaurant. We thought we would be going to an upscale restaurant slash bar, especially since the location is in an upscale area. And it is an Embassy Suite.

It is.

However, the staff all have tattoos. All over their arms. And one of the waitresses had nose, eyes and facial piercings.

She has eye piercing? All over her. She had eye piercings.

Those nose, eyes and facial piercings were all over her body. Yeah, she just put them willy nilly.

She was a Van Gogh painting.

Oh, yeah. Was very disappointed. Was hoping for the class of an embassy.

But got the staff of a low class bar.

What is wrong with people?

They just opened and we were so excited to frequent the J-Bar as we live close by. But we'll rethink. I hope they really think hard about who they hire.

Probably won't be back anytime soon.

Sammy.

End of review.

You will be missed.

Yeah, I know, right? Those staff, they're like.

Seems like he was a great customer to have.

That woman was like, he just kept staring at me and wouldn't say anything.

He was on Yelp on his phone, just like writing and counting my piercings.

This is the kind of guy that writes a review as he's sitting there being uncomfortable because somebody happens to have piercings.

And then tip zero dollars.

Well, I actually have a little bonus to that.

Thank God.

It was a response from the general manager.

Yes, what?

So they did a few paragraphs.

It's going to be a response from the woman with eye tattoos, eye piercings all over her body. But this is second best.

Yes, so they respond with a few paragraphs, but I'm just going to read the middle one. We encourage our servers to express themselves in the way they dress and their interactions with our guests.

Hell yeah.

We focus intently on a high level of service and allow our wait staff to impress our guests more with their service level and food quality. While the staff dress and appearance was an adjustment for me, I am old school. I have found that the energy level and enthusiasm that our staff has brought to the concept is exhilarating.

Oh, I know I like that.

I thought he was going to say exemplary and then he said exhilarating.

No, he's exhilarated. He's like, whoa, I've never seen that many piercings. I mean, I've only been to Kansas City once, but you know, hey, maybe he hasn't seen that many piercings in his life.

And we're a little spoiled. We get to see him all the time here in LA.

That's right. Eye piercings all over the place, truly.

Oh, yeah. Every part of the body. And we embrace it.

Eye piercings in the belly button, eye piercings on the arms, all over. Well, that was beautiful. And also, I feel vindicated on behalf of that weight staff, you know?

Yeah, no, I thought that was nice. And then they did give a little bit of an apology that they were uncomfortable. But at the end, I think the general manager said something like, we hope that you change your views.

Yeah, we hope you don't come back, but change your views.

Yeah, exactly.

Oh, my God. Should we tell them about the time we went to that steak house in Kansas? Was it in Kansas City or where was it?

It might have been either Kansas City or like Omaha.

Or somewhere in Kansas. I don't think it was in Missouri. I think it was in Kansas.

We went to a steakhouse on a road trip and I was like, well, I'm in leggings. I should change out. We're going to this nice steakhouse that was on TV food maps, which is a cool website if you haven't checked it out.

Yeah, because it was on. What show was it on?

Diner's? No, that's wrong. Guy Fieri.

And Fieri had nothing to do with it.

I love me some good guy.

I'm not doing that. I don't think he does that either, does he?

No, I think that's just become a weird meme, a vocal meme. You know those. So we went to a steakhouse.

I don't remember what show had been on, but we went to the steakhouse and I was like, well, I'm in leggings. I should change. So I put on like some nice clothes and we walk in.

The first thing I see is a family wearing Mickey Mouse pajama bottoms.

No, Minnie Mouse.

Sorry, you're right. Flannel Minnie Mouse pajamas. And then our server, I mean, they were perfectly nice, but the server says, oh, I'll go get your bread basket.

And she sets down a basket full of saltine crackers on the table. And we thought, did we misunderstand? And boy, was that a culture shock.

Yeah, we were from Ohio, and even we were shocked.

Yeah, that's right.

But the food was pretty delicious.

It was good. But the bread bowl is made of crackers. So if you go there, be warned.

Yeah, Sammy, please avoid that place.

You will not feel right at home in his pajama bottoms.

I guess so.

Very wholesome, you know?

Yeah, I got a piercing is too much. But yeah, he's probably a yeah, a Disney fan.

All right, so let's move on to my challenge.

Yes, I gave you a challenge, and that was to find a review of a baseball stadium that mentioned a football team. When I thought when I was thinking about this, I was like, this seems like something that she wouldn't care about at all and wouldn't really know. It felt like a challenge.

I love sports.

I know you know, I know you're we're big Bengals.

It was a challenge. I will tell you that.

I feel like that would be a challenge.

I was kind of actually really pissed at you when I was researching this.

Oh, I figured.

Yeah, it was really fucking hard. And I was on Wikipedia looking up like cities that have MLB and NFL teams. So I could like Google the stadium and then like search the Yelp reviews for the team.

It was very complicated.

I was hoping you wouldn't take the easy way out and find a stadium that where the team is playing both. Because I think that's a thing.

Yeah, it is. And I did stumble upon that. That's not what I did, though.

And also those weren't great anyway.

So you did try to take the easy way out. I see.

Oh, I mean, I don't know why that's a shock to you, to be honest. But yes, I always try to take the easy way out. Unfortunately, I could not.

So this week, I discovered my new friend, Monty. Yeah, Monty.

This guy's something about that name. I like it. But at the same time, it sounds like the kind of guy that you don't want to read his reviews of baseball stadiums.

Oh, boy, do you. This is Monty's review of AT&T Park, home of the San Francisco Giants. Now, this is a little twist.

It is a five star review.

Oh, I did not expect which is acceptable. We allow that in the challenges.

I'm really glad we didn't like limit ourselves to only one service because I feel like some of the five stars are even fucking fantastic. Oh, no, I was going to say batshit crazy.

Oh, OK.

I guess we can go. Yeah.

I mean, for what we do, it's fantastic.

Fantastic indeed. So this is a five star review of AT&T Park, home of the San Francisco Giants. Disclaimer.

Oh, this is already Monty's.

Oh, my gosh. Yeah, I was going to say, is he really putting a disclaimer on my disclaimer?

The Giants are my family.

I love them. First of all, duh, garlic fries. Oh, by the way, you should imagine that every other word is all capital letters.

First of all, duh, garlic fries. For the love of God. Secondly, it's not as cold as frickin candlestick.

The location is fantastic. The upper levels have beautiful views of the bay. There's not a bad seat in the house.

Splash hits bury frickin bonds. The freak can hit shaboigans. Oh, did I say garlic fries?

What year was this from?

He needs to see a doctor.

It's like so many like things in there that that just make me think that it's like at least 20 years old as a review.

I have a headache just reading this. Wi-Fi throughout the park. The fans are not Raider loving lookers.

No, no siree.

Ding ding ding Raiders. The Coke bottle slide. It's an SF for Pete's sake.

Garlic fries.

It's a what? An FS?

It's in, it's in SF.

I thought it was FS like freaking slide like.

It's a FS, you know, a freaking slide. It's in SF for Pete's sake. Garlic fries, garlic fries, garlic fries.

Why am I even explaining this to you? Just go! Monty.

How do you, oh my gosh. Did you have any like idea of how old this man is?

Yeah, I clicked on his profile, obviously.

Of course.

He's probably in his 30s. I'm not kidding.

Okay, I expected at least 60.

Guess what? Every single one of his reviews, he reviewed a taco place, some restaurants, a bank. They're all five star reviews with a lot of, like I've never seen someone use so many exclamation points.

And then there was one, one star review.

Oh my gosh. What was it?

Home Depot.

Of all places.

And it said, if you enjoy having to look for something and having no one help you, this is the place for you.

That's it?

There was like one other line.

I mean, that seems so not Monty.

I feel like he might have been having a bad day, but if you know Monty as well as I do, you know that he's a good guy. He's a he has ups and downs, but like mostly he's up, up, up, up, way higher than everyone else.

Oh, yeah. I mean, that's good. It makes up for those lows when he says that the home deep, local Home Depot wasn't great, wasn't up to his par, you know.

I have a feeling you bookmark this like his profile for future episodes because you're ready to use Monty again.

I can tell. 100 percent. He had a lot to say and a lot of it was was fucking fantastic, bad shit, crazy.

And you got to remember the Giants Air's family. So that's obviously part of it, too.

It shouldn't be. I mean, well, OK, it should be.

But it's a disclaimer. Just take it or leave it.

That was such a what I think. I don't understand that. Is that him saying he's biased because he likes the Giants?

So therefore he's automatically giving a five star reviews review like them.

He's related to them.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. He loves them.

So he's biased unconditionally. But I feel like the review was about the garlic fries, not about the team at all.

I mean, I think that was his attempt at subliminal messaging. Oh, even though I, you know, it's weird.

He works for like Big Garlic or something.

You know, it's weird. I must have been hungry doing this because I just realized that strawberries and garlic fries were repeated at least 15 times each.

That's a good point.

And none of what we've talked about has had anything to do with food. We picked hotels, not even restaurants. We picked baseball and football.

Yeah, I clearly have. Oh, wait, I just realized what my next challenge is.

Oh, my goodness. You know what? I don't even know if I want to know.

Oh, my God. This is so messed up. I was clearly not in the right headspace or the best headspace.

Who knows? You want to hear your challenge?

I think first we should do a little spiel.

Do the spiel.

You can find us on Instagram and Twitter at Beach Too Sandy, on Facebook at Beach Too Sandy, Water Too Wet. Our website is beachtoosandy.com.

You can listen to us on Apple Podcasts, Stitcher, Google Play, wherever you listen to podcasts. And please rate, review and subscribe if you have not yet. That really helps us.

And we're looking for Monty reviews here, like five star.

Full Monty.

Go full Monty.

If you will.

Oh, man, that was good.

Thank you. I'm really funny. You know, send us your thoughts, your desires.

If you have a request for a certain topic or theme or challenge, let us know.

Yeah, let us know where you live and what kind of businesses are in the area that you have opinions about.

Your social security number, your address, all the good stuff.

Everything, everything that we deserve.

Thank you.

All right. Let's how about we announce what the theme for next week is and the challenge?

Oh, OK, sure. Do you have the OK. So who goes first?

I'll give you the theme.

Sure. What's the theme?

So the theme for next week is car washes in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

All right. I'm pumped for that.

I think that's I don't know car washes.

I feel like that's a good one because I feel like hotels, you get a lot of bedbugs. And so it's hard to sift through that car washes. You can go all sorts of directions.

Oh, yeah.

OK, you ready for your challenge?

I mean, after I gave you that one, probably not. I don't I don't deserve anything fun and good.

Probably good because this is what I have for you. This is your challenge. Please find a review of a barbecue joint written by a vegan.

Oh, my gosh.

Or how about we narrow it to the barbecue and vegans? And then if it's just so much like if you just can't find anything, then you can expand it a little bit if you want.

No.

OK. Oh, you're going to take the full challenge.

Yeah. I'm taking the full Monte.

OK, great.

All right.

All right. Thanks, guys, for listening. Episode three is out, so go check that out.

And then we're going to be releasing weekly.

Yeah, thanks, everyone.

#beach too sandy podcast #beach too sandy #beach too sandy water too wet #btswtw #episode 2 #hotels in kansas city mo #uncovered strawberries #the full monty #going full monty #garlic fries garlic fries garlic fries!#big garlic

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siodium · 6 months

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KOREA DAY 7: MYEONGDONG AND HONGDAE STREETS 🐈‍⬛

our last full day in korea!! decided to roam around myeongdong and hongdae more bc we didn't have any specific plan. except to have isaac toast for breakfast/lunch. the shrimp sandwich was delicious~

also spotted a kimbap place next to isaac toast and i realised i haven't had kimbap at all during this trip?? so i got one just to check it off my mental to-do list. i had a bit of trouble chewing through the seaweed but otherwise the taste was pretty good.

afterwards we went to a cat cafe (cat playground 고양이놀이터 myeongdong branch) that we saw on our way to isaac toast!! there were so many cute and floofy cats there!! some of them looked so grumpy like i owed them money but that's cute too.

dinner was at a jeon place in hongdae?? unfortunately i didn't catch the name of the restaurant. the seafood jeon was sooo good omg. there was also honey makgeolli on the menu and i wanted to try so i ordered but our server wanted to see both of our IDs even though i was the only one drinking (ban doesn't drink) and ban left her phone in the hotel so she didn't have any form of ID on her. the exchange that ensued was so funny LMAO. it was a comical back and forth of "pls i'm flattered that you think i'm not even 19 years old but i'm actually almost 30" and "no i need to see your ID". in the end i did a google translate of "she doesn't have her phone with her and she won't be drinking" on my phone and the server let us have the alcohol heheh. i'm glad that i didn't have to forgo the drink bc it was actually so tasty (and also hard to find in sg?? i heard).

after dinner, we strolled around hongdae and checked out some of their clothing stores. saw a rly nice skirt but i didn't get it cuz i couldn't justify $80 for the last piece. :/

we wanted to stretch out our last day as much as we could so at around 10 pm when the stores started to close, we went to get a mango cheesecake bingsu at sulbing to share~

ofc couldn't pass up an opportunity to take more pics at a photobooth for the last time on this trip!! we're pros now.

more pics (mostly cattos) + our chaotic return flight day under the cut ↓↓↓

KOREA DAY 8: LOTTERIA, MADE BY, BACK HOME 🐸

we had a flight at 11 am but we overslept and only woke up at 10 am. 💀 it was not a good idea to leave all the packing to the last minute bc we were at it til 4 am?? ? there was no delay this time so we had to re-book our flight. luckily there was a t'way flight back to sg at 7 pm on the same day. phew almost got stuck in korea lmaoo.

welp after securing our flight tickets, we went to lotteria for lunch. no pics cuz i was kinda hungry bUT THE SHRIMP BURGER WAS SO GOOD. pls come to sg, lotteria sunbaenim.

we had less than 5 hours til check-in and it wasn't a lot of time but we decided to head back to the city area bc there was nothing to do at the airport. that caused another round of chaos LMAO. the trip to the city took about 1.5 hours which meant that we had pretty much only an hour to do whatever we wanted to do. we could only visit one last place due to the time constraint, so we went to check out a stationery store (made by) in hongdae that i bookmarked but we haven't been to. i dropped a good $50 there on cute stationery (and also partly out of stress bc i was upset about losing my hookkahookka studio tortoise keychain bUT it turned out i still had it?? the bead chain got stuck to one of my magnets so i didn't see the keychain when i was packing my suitcase).

what we didn't account for was that the airport railway would take 5000 to 6000 won per trip?? and ban didn't have enough on her transport card for our return trip to the airport. sooo there was a bit of panic at the station trying to find an ATM to withdraw cash to top up her card.

not us almost missing our flight for the second time in a day. @w@ we legit had to run across the airport to make it for check-in.

i've never heard of t'way but it's a korean budget airline?? the plane was so empty though. the entire middle section had like nobody?? and ppl were lying down across the seats trying to sleep??

i seriously considered to go lie down as well until the plane went free falling for like 3 seconds?? ppl were screaming and there was no announcement or anything to address what just happened?? idk after that ban and i were too scared to move out of our seats (i gave up my toilet going plans too) so we just stayed awake together for the rest of the flight watching a studio ghibli movie and some episodes of vanitas no carte (!! it was on my to-watch list for a long time and i finally started it!!). nothing else happened after that though.

anyway we made it back to sg safely!! i joined ban's family (minus her mum) for supper at a ramen place before heading back home to s L E E P.

#log #took a while to post about my korea trip but i'm finally done!!!

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Fancy breakfast, kidnapped by aliens, and what being in a relationship has taught me

December 16-17, 2023

The past weekend was absolutely wonderful. I stayed at a hotel with my partner in downtown Toronto, at the Hyatt Regency to be specific. We walked around the neighbouring streets, visited the Studio Ghibli pop-up shop but didn't buy anything, and had dinner at the hotel's restaurant. I ordered Caesar salad and butter chicken and he ordered the seafood linguine. Afterwards, we went upstairs and continued drinking the rest of the champagne that we had begun to drink prior to venturing out of the hotel. Villa Sandi prosecco is light, easy, fresh, and sparkling - perfect for staying in.

We showered together, did each other's skincare, and took turns massaging each other with the massage gun with ambient music playing in the background. We watched White Chicks since it was a movie we're both fond of and laughed at all the hysterical scenes.

"I'm so freakin' pissed," we quoted in unison. A classic line always.

While my partner stayed in bed and scrolled on his phone to fall asleep, I took the elevator up a floor to microwave my leftover butter chicken. I went back to the room and ate it while taking in the view of the surrounding condominiums and apartments. Our view wasn't a spectacular one of the city but rather a more realistic one of what most people who live in Toronto would have. Still, it was fun to people-watch.

After digesting, I joined him in bed but I couldn't fall asleep right away. Maybe I still needed to digest the food or perhaps I was filled with contentment at being with my partner for the weekend, so much so that I had trouble calming my mind. He took notice and asked if I was okay because I was being "move-y." I told him I was having difficulty falling asleep so I snuggled up next to him. I laid my head beside his shoulder and, with my hand on his chest, synced my breathing with his and focused on our heartbeats' steady rhythm. After what felt like a few minutes, I moved to my side of the bed and managed to fall asleep.

If I can recall, I heard the sound of ambulance sirens three different times throughout the night. I even remember saying out loud, "Damn, these people don't know when to quit with the emergencies." A___ probably chuckled in response, but I was too sleepy to tell.

The next morning, we brushed our teeth together and went back to bed to kiss and..... do more. We packed our things back in our luggage and the order I had placed for room service breakfast arrived a few minutes after ten thirty AM. Here was the spread: poutine with poached eggs, scrambled tofu, classic breakfast with sausage and toast, fresh fruit, a pot of coffee, and croissants to be taken home. We enjoyed our food while watching a sit-com. By the end of it, we were full.

We put our stuff in my car before checking out of the hotel and walking to a nearby bag shop, since A___ was looking for a new bag. We walked out with him having a better idea of what kind of bag he wanted to buy. He said he'll spend some time considering before making a purchase. We went back to the hotel and drove to the escape room, where his two friends were, S___ and D___. One of them I had already met before, and the other one I was meeting today. If I were to tell you we got along, that would be an understatement. We bonded. Conversations flowed smoothly, spontaneously, and naturally. One of the two friends, the one who I met for the first time that day, had flown in from Newfoundland to visit some old friends before returning home for the holidays. It meant a lot that despite her short stay in Toronto she still made a point to meet me, while most of my friends live in the GTA and haven't made time to meet A___ yet (if any of you are reading this I'm totally kidding lmao).

The theme of the escape room was outer space. The four of us were civilians from Earth who were abducted by aliens for scientific research regarding some disease that seemed to affect all other species except the human race. The aliens kidnapped us to experiment on our bodies to determine why we were immune and everyone else wasn't. We had to unlock the different rooms using puzzle pieces that, if you put them against designated parts on the wall, would light up that area and would unlock the next room. At one point, we had to crawl through a tiny opening in the ground which split off into two paths. The first path led to the next room, and the other path led to a rather terrifying dummy of a dead alien with a severed arm. It was quite the jumpscare.

The last room was the control room of the spaceship and we had to select the correct option which would lead us back to Earth. While the three of my companions retraced their steps and went back to a previous room to confirm a clue, I stayed in the control room with Wayne, one of the employees who had given us a rundown of the game before we played it. He was playing the devil on my shoulder, trying to talk me into leaving my companions behind and going back to Earth on my own. But I didn't even have the key so I couldn't do that, not that I wanted to anyway. Even though it was just a game, I felt like it would be unfair to leave them behind given that we had worked on getting to the end together. Plus I would look really stupid if I chose to abandon them and I selected the wrong answer in the control room, a choice which would send me to the aliens' planet instead of Earth. I waited for my companions to return and we locked in our answer. Good news - we made it back to Earth safe and sound.

Wayne gave us a thirty percent discount because we were able to complete the three objectives of the mission: collect a sample of alien DNA, return to Earth, and figure out why the aliens had abducted us. Since I'd be driving later, I ordered Vietnamese iced coffee (which wasn't on the menu) and everyone else had something alcoholic. We made a toast to A___ meeting a major financial goal of his. We talked about movies, namely Titanic and The Notebook. We talked about places we'd traveled - Philippines, Singapore, Vietnam, Europe, the U.S, and so forth. We left shortly after to go to a board game cafe, but first stopped by a Korean grocery store for some custard dessert whose name I forget. It was A___'s treat to us. Since it was raining, we stood eating outside the store, the roof overhead protecting us from the rain.

At the board game cafe, we ordered water and nothing else. We played a card game I hadn't played before, followed by Scrabble. The card game made us lively, Scrabble turned us serious. What's ironic is A___ always says he's bad with words and I'm good with words, but when we tallied up the total he ended up scoring the highest and I scored the lowest. I told him he's better with words than he thinks he is. By the time we left, the sky had darkened.

A walk down the street led us to a Thai restaurant. The walls were exposed red brick, wooden tables and chairs stood at the front and the bar was nestled at the back. The vibe was homey, with lighthearted feel-good songs in some foreign language, probably Thai as well, playing on the sound system. We had a bite of one another's dishes, which I think was a solid sign of trust and bonding. We talked about family and relationship disagreements, but the atmosphere remained lively and positive. Vulnerability was shown and it was a safe space for honesty. I treated my love to dinner, in addition to the dinner from the night before and the breakfast earlier in the morning. It was my way of saying "congratulations" and "thank you" to him for taking a huge step for himself and for our relationship, a step that will remain private.

We left the restaurant and headed back to my car so A___could retrieve his luggage and we could part ways. He got his luggage and his Starbucks drink which surprisingly still had some of the ice left intact after over seven hours sitting there. I hugged his friends (who after today were my friends too) goodbye. I kissed my love on the lips. He told me to drive home safely. I told him I will, and to have fun with his friends at their sleepover that night.

I drove on the highway going home. At this point, I've driven to, from, and within Toronto many times that the traffic no longer intimidated me. I checked my rearview mirror before I made a lane switch and saw two circles glinting supported by a deformed figure. It had antennas coming out of its head. I closed and opened my eyes and checked again - no one was there. The only thing glinting was the lights of the car behind me, far away. I was tired. The rest of the drive home was normal but it got me thinking about something so hard to determine and make sense of - reality.

What makes something real? Is it real if you can touch it, experience it through your senses, or have a way to confirm that it's interacting with you too? Does it have to be tangible? I don't think so. Emotions aren't tangible but they're real to us when we feel them, and they manifest in the physical through bodily expression. Is it enough, then, to think or feel something into existence? If I thought or felt an alien was in my backseat, would that have been enough to answer yes? I don't think so because there is still such a thing as objective reality despite how subjective our perceptions and experiences may be to us. Objectively, there was no alien there. That possibility would be very low. But that slight moment when I did question my own reality was enough to conjure up panic, curiosity, shock, and fear - even though the thing itself was only perceived and didn't actually take place. The point I'm trying to make here is that things don't have to be real in order for us to be moved by and react to them. Our beliefs, whether accurate or misinformed, are enough to propel us to react, take action, interact with strangers, accept challenges, date someone, pursue a goal, move out, quit a job, travel somewhere, and so on.

So I tell myself this. In my relationship, right now everything is good. Some parts could use work which is normal for any couple, but overall it is healthy and reciprocal. But no matter how difficult it ever becomes, the external stuff doesn't matter as much as how I internally relate to it. Whatever is going on matters less than the beliefs I have towards what is happening. Meaning in order to stay happy, I need to believe in solutions, compromise, trust, loyalty, respect, and forgiveness. It is this belief where all of my actions will stem from and be guided by. I think that the alien in my car, whether real or not, wanted to have me realize this.

What we believe, we create. And what we create as a result of our beliefs will continue to exist, and by its existence, be reinforced. So I choose to believe in my relationship, in the better version of myself now that I'm in it, and in the person I'm with, that we may share more weekends like this, for now and for the future that awaits us.

#relationship #aliens #escape room #toronto

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ylincorporations2 · 2 years

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camping

The second period of time spent apart over summer had many parallels to the first. Whilst you worked (much harder than me a couple weeks prior admittedly), I jetted off on my own family holiday to the Southern continent. Once again, my time apart from you was spent thinking about one thing and one thing only - the next chance I'd get to see you. This time, that chance substantiated in, you'd never have guessed it, a camping trip to Dorset!

Our destination in this glorious county was Trigon ('try-gon', not 'trig-gun') farm, a delightful little manor house with a large field out back. Upon arrival, a recurring issue reared its ugly head - the tent. Despite our combined experience, we were pretty dreadful at setting up both the tent and the wind shield. That being said, in the case of the former I'm not sure we're entirely to blame. Here is where I leave the details of the tent saga as, personally, the experience could not be sooner forgotten.

Besides the setting up, the first day included our big shop, exhaustive planning (meals and activities), making love, and having a lovely dinner together. After dinner, we sat outside on our deck chairs, enjoying the turn of our first night until it got too cold. Honestly, there is nothing better than snuggling up to you when the temperature drops my little Rad. I'm so happy I get to sleep with you every single night. God knows what I'd do without some snugs.

Once the tent got too warm and the sun had risen, it was time to get up and begin our first full day. A particular highlight for me at the start of each day was our breakfast. A pastry warmed on the camping stove with a banana and a coffee - what else could you possibly want. Once we were ready, we headed out to the Blue Pool. This woodland centre far exceeded my expectations, as both the fairy trail and the walk itself were magical.

From the slightly blue-more green pool, we drove to Studland bay, the site of your A level biology field trip. With a warm toastie tucked away, we headed to the beach where we sat at the first spot we could find. Here, we paddlied, chatted away, and played cards until it was time to go home. On the way, my hugely muscular driver wripped the handbrake out of her own car, but, once again, lets not pry on disasters.

Once back to the tent, we settled in for the evening, enjoying each others company in much the same way as the night before.

After another lovely morning, we set off for Swanage much to the distaste of your worried parents. Once we'd found a level parking spot, we made our way into town along the sea front. Funnily enough we spent the majority of the day actually walking around Swanage, doing absolutely nothing. Past this point, the day was absolutely jam-packed though! We did some shopping, grabbed a drink on a balcony bar and then got some delicious fish and chips. Rather than heading back early, we managed to sneak in an ice cream at the last moment before the place closed, and to even play some arcades afterwards.

This day was fantastic! I loved Swanage and it made me really want to go back to Dorset with you :)

The next morning, we decided to take it slow and mope around a little bit more. We soon mustered the energy to get out and make our long awaited trip to Corfe. The ascent left us both rather tired and worn out but luckily bakery was able to provide us with some sustenance. Once we'd made our way around the castle, we headed to the miniature replicate down the road. Amazingly you were small enough to fit into all of the houses there, I didn't realise just how small you were before this!

Later on, we had a superb Thai meal at a place which, despite all your research, you pointed out only on the first day of being in Wareham. Least to say that the post-dinner entertainment was just as great - I will never forget Wareham Wednesday for as long as I live.

The next day was filled with dramatic highs and lows. Our time and picnic at Durdle's door were the highlights of the holiday for me. The beach was so so so nice and I had so much fun swimming and chatting with you. We even got to dog sit for short while for an adorable lil sausage. I have such fond memories here and I will no doubetdly be bringing you back there.

Once home, we swiftly packed up and got ourselves out of Dorset. Can't remember why, probably something to do with us wanting to enjoy our own hot dogs in the warmth of a house. Fortunately your parents could offer us that, and we seeked refuge there after a long return leg and a Maccies.

Once at the Barberics, I met 'the baby' for the first time. Oh how sweet she is!! I can't believe how lucky you are, I am truly jealous.

After what can only be described as the worst nights sleep, we had a day filled with Pippa play and a tasty lunch. It was then time for me to head back to Essex where I awaited our next encounter...

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