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roscgcld · 3 years

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HEDACANON + NANAMI KENTO || friends to lovers

request: Headcannons for my husband Nanami and a fem childhood friends to lovers? They became friends as children because they were the only ones who could see the weird scary monsters that no one else could see, and he’s very protectice of her! Gojo used to flirt with her in highschool to tease Nanami and get him to finally confess （＾＿＾）☆

note: honey you mean OUR husband nanami - because i love him a lot as well TT and of course gojo will do that lol - he just wants nanami to get off his ass and ask you out before some random ass boy tries to steal you away. but i love this honestly, such a cute request for our husband TT

pronouns: she/her

note: very long because i love nanami and more people need to give him love

you and nanami met in the park one day, and it was because of a weird ability that only you two share that bonded the both of you together

nanami had always been able to see curses, but he hates telling people this; espeically the adults, who just think that he is making things up for attention and will lecture him for it

so he had learnt to ignore it for awhile now, pretending that he does not see that weird catfish like curse lurking in the pond that he stood next to as he fed the ducks

“h-hey - can i feed the ducks next to you?” a shy and sweet voice had called out, causing for him to look over to see you; dressed in a cute flowery dress and haired pulled back with a matching fabric headband. “i wanna feed the ducks too...but i don’t like the scary monster in the water...”

“...you can see it too?” nanami asked you in shock, having never met anyone who can see the things he does; even his parents were blissfully unaware of the weird creatures and monsters that lurk in almost every corner of the small town you live in

when you had shyly nodded your head in reply to his words, you had no idea that it was the start of your relationship that will last a lifetime

because you were from the same town, you two basically became the best of friends; going to the same preschool and middle school together, spending most of your free time playing with each other, and always seeking each other out even if you two have different friend groups

when he had developed his technique, he uses to exorcise a few of the low level curses that are in your town - of course he does to quietly and in the covers of shadows so no one will notice

he always make sure that there are no curses near you that can scare you, and if they try to attack you or are scaring you too much, he’d exorcise it - yet at the time he didn’t really know what he was doing

he had remember once when you had come crying into his room, clinging onto him since there were a few fly heads that were terrorising your room - you had no idea how they had managed to enter, but they were knocking things off your shelf and scaring the living daylights out of you

nanami had entered your room and somehow dealt with them, even staying the night by sleeping on the floor next to you on your futon; only to make space for you in the middle of the night so you two can curl up together when you were too anxious to fall asleep

with how small your town along the outskirts of Tokyo is, everyone there is tight-knit and very close with each other; with very strong family-centered and peaceful living values instilled in everyone from the moment they are born

everyone was pretty sure that one day you two are going to marry one another, with how you two come as a package deal as the years go by. even your families have pretty much accepted that fact and just act like they are in-laws a this point

when he was offered a space at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College for high school, he was hesitant - this will be the first time that he is going to be away from not only you but the town you lived in, and the first time either of you had been separated from one another ever

yet you were the one who encouraged him to go to school there, since he’d be wasting his potential if he doesn’t - you didn’t want to be the reason for him to stay back in your small town

so he had went, and now you two mostly spend time on your phone; calling and texting one another late into the night, even if you have classes the next day

there was once, during your long break, that you had decided to take a bullet train up to tokyo to spend the weekend with nanami and to explore the city that you’ve always wanted to visit

so he had waited for you by the train station, dressed in his simple Jujutsu High Uniform with his then wrapped sward resting in a weapons bag over your shoulders - smiling softly when he spotted you before catching you in his arms when you launched yourself into his embrace to give him a long awaited hug

soon you found yourself standing before the temple that hides the college within, looking around in awe as you latched onto his arm, walking beside him with the most entranced look on your face that had nanami watching you with the softest of smiles

it was there that you had met his small group of classmates - the bright and positive haibara who had stuck to your side to ask you a few more questions about his usually quiet classmate

the second years had just returned from classes, the three of them turning into the main hallway just in time to see you giggling up at nanami at a joke that haibara made; and gojo’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight of his usually cold kouhai smiling back at you so freely

it took him a few seconds to realise that you were probably the reason why nanami spend so much time on his phone, to which he just grinned and rubbed his hands together; this action causing geto and shoko to just sigh tiredly

operation: getting nanami laid is a go

“kent-kun~ you never told me about your pretty little friend.” gojo called out as he skipped over to his junior, his grin widening at how nanami’s expression dropped as he gave his senpai the most unamused look on his face

yet you were just curious as you blinked up at the tall man, offering a warm smile as you untangled one arm from nanami’s and held it out for gojo to shake.

“my name is l/n y/n, and i am from kento’s hometown. it’s nice to meet you!” you had greeted him with a wide and warm smile, causing everyone in the hallway to just stare at you before it was wordlessly decided that they were going to protect you from all the curses of the world

saying that, gojo is still going to go ahead with his plan on making nanami confess to you

so the entire time you were there, he made sure to suck up to you, being extra nice to you and giving you a few flirtatious comments here and there - but you just brushed him off with a soft smile, not really interested at his advances at all

but pushing him aside lol - you loved meeting his seniors, who asked a little more about yourself and how you seem so casual with the idea of nanami being able to see Curses

it was then you admitted that you can see and sense Curses as well, but you had no Inherited Curse Technique, meaning that you were just the every day civilian with the exception of seeing Curses

they also took the chance to ask questions about their usually quiet kouhai as well, wanting to know more about his life back home in your town that he keeps so private

usually nanami will be against it, but since you were laughing and giggling at all the fond memories you two share, he decided to let it go for once - even if it’s all at his expense

the rest of the weekend was a blast - nanami brought you about tokyo to see all the tourist sights, visit a few places that he loves to shop at or drop by from time to time, letting you try all the different street snacks and famous restaurant to your hearts content

but it is when you’re in the college that he is the most annoyed with - not at you, no. but at gojo - who kept flirting with you and kept making jokes with you about random things

if that wasn’t bad enough, you had shared a few laughs with the older male, since a few of his jokes were genuinely funny - and that had nanami fuming

geto probably took pity on the dense boy before he started to nudge at him to confess his very obvious feelings he had for you, since it was obvious that the both of you are very much in love with one another

it was either he confesses, or more dumbasses like gojo might try to pull something like this on him and take you away from him

and even though he was sure that wouldn’t happen, the more he thought about it, the more he realised that geto might be right - and that there is a chance he is going to loose you to someone if he doesn’t act fast

and there is no way he is going to loose to that white-haired ferret - no wat in hell

when he had returned home for the semester break, meeting you up at the train station where you greeted him with a wide smile that you only reserve for him and pulling him into your warm and comforting embrace, he just sighs in relief and holds you close as well, taking a few moments to just appreciate you

throughout the semester, he had slowly build up the courage to confess his feelings to you - making a rough plan of how things are going to go before he went full on ham on the day he plans on confessing

and if we know something about nanami - it is that this man always stick to his plan

for most of your free days, the both of you are out on dates; visiting old favorites of yours, trying out the new restaurants and cafes that you’ve yet to visit, going to a few arcades, and even a few stores to just do some window shopping together

it went on like that for a few days before he suddenly asked if you wanted to go out to visit the nearby festival that your town is holding - which you agreed with a warm smile on your face before he promised to drop by your home

you had decided that since it was a festival, you’d put on one of your most favourite yukata pieces - a beautiful dark blue one made of silk, with cranes and clouds printed all over the fabric, a simple dark blue obi to tie it all off

nanami had decided to wear a simple grey kimono, since it just adds to the excitement of going to a festival - so when he saw you dressed for the occasion as well, he smiles and takes your hand in his, telling you how beautiful you looked

while you were still fangirling about the comment, nanami promised your father to bring you home before midnight, to which the older man just smiles and waves him off; knowing that he can trust nanami to keep his word and make sure you’re safe

when you two were there you had a blast - trying out all the different kinds of candies and treats, playing a few games, and visiting a few vendors that have set up shop at the tourist spots as well

nanami had even won you a cute seal plushie, one that you hugged to your chest in delight the entire time with the brightest smile on your face; nanami blushing and rubbing the back of his neck bashfully at how that look was directed right at him

he had confess that night when the both of you were just admiring the stars and the moon visible in your small town, asking if you had wanted to officially become his girlfriend

when you had agreed the biggest and most happiest smile on your face, launching yourself in his arms with an excited giggle while he smiles and hugs you around the waist, happy that you had agreed

to be honest there was not much of a change between your current relationship and the one you had before - the only difference is the more physical aspects of your relationship, and how open nanami is when it comes to showering you in affection

when gojo had found out that you two finally got together, he just grinned and clapped his hands in delight, happy that nanami finally got off his ass to admit his feelings for you

and as much as nanami hates that gojo will forever take credit for the both of you getting together, he isn’t wrong either. but there is no way in hell is he going to admit that to the older man

even when he was a salesperson or return to the jujutsu world after awhile, he is forever going to be the protective boyfriend that he is

an arm around your waist whenever you two are out together, sharp eyes glaring at anyone who stares at you a bit too long or is eyeing you up like you’re a piece of meat

doesn’t stop you from wearing things like short dresses or low riding tops if it makes you happy, but will make sure that you are safe whenever you go out together; tossing a jacket over you if you get cold, and keeping a hand on your thigh the entire time

even now he makes sure that you’re safe, texting you when he gets a mission so you aren’t in that part of town where he is going so you’re not hurt by the curses that are roaming that part of town

by the way, it didn’t take him that long to propose to you and ask if you wanted to get married to him, which you agreed to with the same enthusiasm that you had when he asked you to be his girlfriend all those years ago

and he’s never been more grateful that he gets to call you his

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patandpran · 4 years

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The Trials and Tribulations of Parenthood - An ohmxfong ficlet

Ever wonder what Ohm and Fong might be like as parents? This is for the anon that sent me a lovely prompt with this exact idea a few days ago. So if you are into family shenanigans, read along!

I will still give credit to @yangkoogan @earthfluuke @gaysarawat for making this ghostship sail in my head!

“Ohm! You can’t just let her run around without pants on! The neighbours might see and think we’re bad parents.”

Fong frowned as he watched their daughter, Joy, squeal as she ran around their backyard with a shirt and only a diaper on. Ohm was running around chasing her as Fong watched from the back porch, waving a spatula in protest.

Ohm scooped Joy up into his arms and began to throw her into the air, “Joy, what do you think? Do you need to wear pants to be happy?”

“NOOOOOO!” Joy cried out as she was tossed up and down, waving her arms as if she were on a rollercoaster having the time of her life.

“See, babe, I think you should think more like Joy and I.” Ohm called out to Fong.

Fong rolled his eyes fondly as Ohm continued to play with their daughter. There was no point in trying to make something different if both Ohm and Joy were on the same side so Fong decided to give up the battle.

“It hurts, Papa!”

Ohm was not good with bandaids and he was even worse with blood. He felt himself battling with consciousness as he looked down at the scrape on his son’s knee. Where the hell was Fong when he needed him?

“Don’t worry. Papa’s gonna fix it.” Ohm tried desperately to keep his composure as he held Theo’s knee in place.

“Daddy usually cleans it first.” Theo explained, looking up at Ohm with an unimpressed expression which made Ohm feel even more inept.

Ohm stood to his feet a bit too quickly and felt himself sway. If he wasn’t going to faint before, now he definitely was going to. But before he could falter any more, Ohm felt arms steadying him and looked up to see Fong staring at him with a worried look.

“I’m okay.” Ohm assured Fong.

Fong whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ll take it from here. I know how you feel about blood…”

Ohm watched as Fong knelt down toward their son. Joy came running into the kitchen to see what the ruckus was and slipped her hand into Ohm’s to comfort him. Joy looked up at Ohm and shared, “Don’t worry, Papa. Daddy’s got it. He’s practically a doctor.”

“Theo…. oh dear, little man. What adventure caused all this craziness?” Fong inquired as he inspected the scrape.

“Papa tried to help me to fly to the moon on the trampoline.” Theo told the story of the accident. “My rocket went out of orbit and well… there was a crash landing.”

Joy’s eyes widened at the story and Ohm winced slightly, knowing he would get an earful from Fong later that evening but was surprised he didn’t get a dirty look from Fong right then and there. Ohm and Joy observed as Fong skillfully and calmly cleaned up and dressed the wound and helped their son back up to his feet.

“As good as ever.” Fong announced, standing up to his feet. “Looks like the rocket is ready to go explore space again!”

“But beware of the aliens!” Joy screamed at the top of her lungs and chased Theo outside to the backyard.

“Thanks for that.” Ohm muttered, embarrassed by the way he had handled the situation.

Fong laced an arm around Ohm and pulled him close. “Anytime, hon.”

“What if I slip and fall on my face and everybody laughs at me?”

It was Joy’s first choir concert and she was currently clinging onto Ohm’s leg and refusing to let go. Theo was snuggled up in Fong’s arms and fast asleep after a long play at preschool. Fong was usually the expert on helping their children calm down and with how Joy’s lower lip was beginning to wobble, they were about five seconds from a complete meltdown right then and there.

Ohm quickly guided Joy away from the rest of the crowd and found some shade under a tree near the concert venue. Fong followed slowly but had to move at a slower pace because he did not want to wake Theo. Ohm pulled Joy into his lap and hugged her tightly.

“You know, no matter what ends up happening, Daddy, Papa and Theo are always proud of you.” Ohm explained. “If you decide to do the concert, we will be proud of you for doing it but if you decide not to, we will be proud of you for knowing what is best for you. That takes even more than courage than doing things just because you worry what others might think.”

“Courage.” Joy repeated the word as she had never heard it before. “What does that mean, Papa?”

Ohm thought for a moment before responding, a tactic that he had learned from Fong, especially when communicating with their children. “It’s like bravery. When you feel scared or worried to do something, sometimes you need to use courage to do that thing.”

“I like that.” Joy answered and pushed off of Ohm’s lap and turned toward him. “I will use COURAGE to get onstage today.”

“That’s a great word, Joy!” Fong called over in agreement before realizing that his son was still asleep on his shoulder. He winced slightly but Theo remained completely out.

Ohm laughed at the interaction and grinned at his daughter, standing up to his feet as well. “You’re kind of like a superhero, Joy.”

“I AM a superhero, Papa.” Joy placed her hands on her hips proudly. “I am a SINGING SUPERHERO!”

With that, Joy skipped away to meet up with the rest of her class. Fong gave Ohm a thumbs up of approval and they both walked in with the rest of the viewers to watch their daughter light up the stage.

There was cake batter and extra ingredients splattered from the ceiling to the floor. Fong and Ohm did not recall who thought it was a good idea to bake cookies as a present for Uncle Tine’s birthday but with a three year old and a five year old, they should have seen the impending disaster.

“IT’S LIKE A SLIP AND SLIDE!” Theo cried out and was about to launch himself across the linoleum floor that was slick with spilt ingredients.

Before he could, Ohm snatched him up and threw him up over his shoulder so that Theo would not be able to try his brilliant idea again. Fong was trying to clean up some of the fallen ingredients with a rag but his daughter had other ideas about the efficiency of their ‘bakery’.

“I’m going to try it again.” Joy explained as she reached to turn on the electric mixer again which is how this had all gone so wrong in the first place. “Maybe it just needs to be faster so I’ll turn it up to 11!”

“Joy, I asked you to keep it off for now.” Fong grumbled. He felt rather disappointed in himself. He was usually so good at keeping the kid’s activities mostly mess-free but when Joy suggested a homemade present for their friend, he thought it was a great idea.

“Uncle Wat loves cookies.” Joy crossed her arms and put on a big pout. “How are we going to get him to sing us a song if we don’t bring him cookies?”

“It’s Uncle Tine’s birthday, not Uncle Wat’s.” Ohm reminded his daughter and finally set Theo down on the couch which he hoped was far enough to deter his son from attempting a crash landing again.

“WHO DOESN’T LIKE COOKIES?” Joy protested and reached for the controls of the mixer again.

Both Fong and Ohm raced to intercept their daughter but ended up colliding instead, resulting in a cloud of flour rising to the ceiling and their heads to feel like they’d both ran into a brick wall. Theo and Joy gasped at the collision and quickly approached to inspect their fathers who looked stunned at first but quickly dissolved into a fit of laugher.

Realizing that Fong and Ohm were okay, Theo grabbed a clump of fallen batter and made it into a ball, “FOOD FIGHT!”

The battle had begun before Fong could even try to put a stop to it. Ohm and Joy seemed like they were a tag team so Fong jumped to his feet to join the melee, launching into the disarray with complete abandon. The mess could always be cleaned up later but this memory they were making as a family was much more lasting.

Fong and Ohm looked at each directly in the eyes during a reprieve in the battle and wondered how exactly they had gotten themselves into such a mess. But to them, it was worth it.

“The gremlins are both under the covers and seemingly passed out.”

Ohm launched himself into the bed. It had always been the arrangement since they first adopted Joy and Theo as a sibling pair all those years ago to take one evening off and one evening on for the bedtime routine so that their significant other could get some reading in or just generally relax.

“Perfect.” Fong turned to see Ohm was now inches for his face.

Fong dropped a kiss on Ohm’s lips and Ohm wrapped his arms around Fong to pull his significant other even closer. Fong rested his head on Ohm’s chest and sighed happily. Not all days went as smoothly as this one had but as long as they were together, Ohm and Fong were going to navigate this family business to the best of their abilities.

“Do you think we’re good parents?” Fong wondered, ever the worrier.

“I think we’re doing the best for our kids.” Ohm answered, press his lips to the top of Fong’s head in a gesture that he hoped made Fong feel as comforted and loved as he deserved to feel. “And that’s all that really matters.”

“It’s just hard when it gets too much, y’know?” Fong muttered, his mind spinning in circles. “I always look back and wonder if I said or did the wrong thing… like, will they remember how I yelled at them over clogging the toilet with a toy car? Or will they remember when we went for that family picnic where we actually managed to all get along for a whole afternoon?”

Ohm took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding, “They might not always remember the peaceful or quiet moments but they will always remember how being a part of our family feels. The love we all give each other, the support. That’s what family means.”

Fong wondered if he was the only one who ever saw this wise side of Ohm as Ohm tended to be the gregarious and goofy foil to Fong’s serious and practical one. That was what made them work together so well, as life partners and as parents. They balanced each other out and even when things were tough, they found a way back to where they started which is what made Fong realize that there no such thing as perfect parenting but what really mattered was the effort and love you put into every interaction with not only you children but your partner as well.

“Thanks, hon.” Fong shared and looked up at Ohm before snuggling once again into Ohm’s chest where he always found himself the most comfortable. “You always know how to put things into perspective in a way that doesn’t make me feel like a crazy person.”

“You’re not crazy.” Ohm ran his hand through Fong’s hair gently. “You just care so much that it sometimes gets in the way of you being able to see the whole picture. The whole picture being that, we are awesome together which makes us kick-ass parents.”

“We do, don’t we?” Fong pushed himself up from Ohm’s chest to a seated position so that he was facing Ohm.

“We sure do.” Ohm tackled Fong and pressed a full on attack of kisses to Fong’s mouth.

While they were never perfect, Ohm and Fong were just enough of a dynamic duo to make the family work, even if they didn’t get it 100% every time.

#ohmfong #2gether #still 2gether #ohm x fong #gmmtv #2gether fanfic #thai bl #my writing

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iamthelostsundrop · 4 years

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Apologize

ALRIGHT FUCKERS IM GONNA WARN YOU RIGHT HERE THIS PROBABLY WILL BE TRIGGERING TO SOME!!! Avoid if you are triggered by anything related o Abusive Relationships, Abuse, Trauma involving being harmed by someone else, Domestic Abuse, Domestic Violence or ANYTHING RELATED YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!! THIS DOES NOT HAVE A HAPPY ENDING

This was a cola with my very best friend who does not have a tumblr, we will call her Lady Of Slytherin. Thank you Lady Sly for helping me relate this twisted masterpiece.

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You’d been through so much together. Every time he fucked up, you gave him another chance. You fell for the puppy dog eyes. Those blue eyes that you got lost in every time. You couldn’t say no to him. But this time, Dabi had gone too far, and you didn’t think you could come back from this.

You met him at a bar of all places. A skeevy bar your best friend Himiko convinced you was the best place to meet guys after your last break up.

“I promise, (Y/N), this place is awesome and I promise you’ll find someone.”

You rolled your eyes at her but continued to let yourself be dragged towards the alleyway and the sign lighting up the dark with neon letters that spelled BAR. “Yeah. Right”

The place was creepy to say the least; no more than five people in the whole place. Of course this would be the place your friend dragged you to. She was always finding these backwoods, out of the way places to go.

You instantly went up to the bartender and ordered a strong drink. You sensed you were going to need it. Toga was already off in the corner talking to some guy with blue hair whose face you couldn’t see. He seemed agitated and kept gesturing back to you. You hurried your head in your drink and quickly ordered another. You weren’t getting a very good feeling, but you still took the moment to look around at the other patrons. There was Himiko and the blue haired young man in the corner. A tall man in a top hat and tailcoat like he was going to perform at the circus later. One man seemed to have some sort of animal like quirk, his body resembled a lizard. The bartender himself seemed to be made of blue black swirling mist. Finally the last patron was a young man, about your age, with patchwork skin. You looked over at him with interest, he was cute for sure. Maybe this bar wasn’t such a bad idea.

Toga skipped back over to you with a mixed look on her face. “So. I may have gotten into a little trouble for bringing you here but that’s okay. Boss said you could stay since you’re quirkless.”

You gave her a perturbed look, but before you could speak she grabbed your arm and dragged you to each bar patron and introduced you. They all seemed friendly enough, Spinner and Mr. Compress anyway. Tomura didn’t seem too excited about you being there, like you’d intruded on some secret boys club. He kept his face hidden from you, but you didn’t mind so much. You were a guest in their bar, you’d be respectful of their wishes. Toga had explained this was the meeting place of their secret club. You were fine with that. When she pulled you back to the bar, you noticed the handsome man again. “Whose that?”

Toga looked over to the man and rolled her eyes. “That’s Dabi. Tall, dark and brooding.” A dark and excited look passed her face “Just your type” Before you could speak, she had you by the arm and dragged you over to him. “Dabi. Meet my very bestest friend ever, (Y/N)” she said, unceremoniously pushing you into the chair next to him.

You stared daggers into your best friend, who of course ignored you. “Sorry. Toga is a bit much” The young man gave you a curt smirk, looking you up and down with those piercing turquoise eyes. “Don’t, worry about it. I’m used to her brand of fun. Nice to meet you.” He gave you a dashing smile, and you melted. “Kuroguri, why don’t you get the lady another drink”

From that moment on, Dabi had you eating out of the palm of his hand. You became a regular at the bar the League inhabited. They all knew you by name, and even Shiggy got used to you being around. Once he and the others knew you wouldn’t turn them in to the heroes they all relaxed a little bit.

Toga was over the moon when you started hanging around more, and she teased you endlessly after that first night when you let Dabi escort you home. “I know you would like him! I am the best matchmaker in the whole world.”

You didn’t want to admit it, but she was right. You and Dabi got along swimmingly, which you would have never expected given his bad boy persona. You had always been the goody goody girl. Straight A’s, Perfect attendance, all of that. That changed when you started seeing him. He'd show up at your window while you were getting ready for class, comment on your schoolgirl skirt and inevitably sweet talk you into bed and convince you to spend the day with him. When he couldn’t convince you, you spent your day in class daydreaming about the night before. You spent all of your free time at the bar with the league. You’d even gone so far as to help them out with menial tasks such as fetching specific things they needed for their plans Ana’s even doing a little bit of spying on the UA kids.

You tried your best to please him and keep Dabi happy, but it wasn’t always easy. He was moody sometimes and you didn’t do what he wanted quick enough and he got annoyed and cranky. If he was having a particularly bad day, he’d take it out on you. Depending on how bad it was, he would yell, push you around, squeeze your arm or wrist so hard that you bruised or got a sprain. It always seemed worse whenever you were watching TV together and Endeavor appeared. A severely sprained and bruised wrist taught you very quickly not to ask Dabi why the sight of the No. 2 hero made him so mad and you never brought up the man around him either.

Despite all this, Dabi had never seriously hurt you. After every incident, he had always apologized and it led to fantastic makeup sex. You didn’t mind, you loved him. He made you feel so very much alive. He made you feel like the most beautiful creature on earth whenever he’d talk to you in that sweet little way that he only reserved for you, kiss you until your knees buckled in bliss. You would do anything for him, set the whole world on fire and bring him Endevor’s head to see that smile that Dabi would give only you; you weren’t stupid enough to take on the flaming bastard, you knew very well that it would end badly for you and lead the heroes back to the League. Even if you were caught and tortured, you’d never betray the man you loved and your new friends.

But then came that day that changed everything forever. It had been an honest mistake. Just because you were helping the League, didn’t mean you were completely heartless. So when you saw a man in a wheelchair at the nearby market struggling to reach some things, you immediately went over to help. He was very good looking, but had nothing on Dabi of course. This guy had the wholesome good guy act going on, so it wasn’t a turn on for you

He thanked you profusely, looking rather sheepish over the fact that he needed help with doing some basic tasks. He admitted that while the accident that put him in the wheelchair had happened some time ago, he was still trying to adjust to doing things differently.

You smiled, amused by his bashful expression and offered to help him around the store. He agreed and you two were off. As you helped him shop, you learned he had a brother in high school and you could hear the pride in his voice as he talked about his little brother taking up the family mantle. It made you wish your own family had talked about you that way. Once finished, you helped him secure his bags and walked him out of the store, bidding him farewell as he wheeled away.

But little did you know that someone had seen the entire interaction as teal eyes ablaze with fury watched you from the alley as you walked towards the bar. After everything he had done for you, after sticking up for you, after convincing the others to let you stay, after all the love he had given you, this was how you repaid him? Forget about the League punishing you for this serious transgression, he’d punish you himself and he’d make sure you wouldn’t forget it.

He hit you when you least expected it. You had said goodbye to the man in the chair and made your way to the bar, taking a shortcut you knew would get you to your boyfriend quicker when you were hit from behind, hard. You were knocked off your feet and you skidded on the unforgiving ground a few feet away from where you’d been standing. Head pounding, you turned to see your attacker, surprise in your eyes slowly turning to terror. You’d never seen Dabi this angry before. His eyes seemed to glow with fury.

“Babe, what-“ He cut you off with a blow of cold fire directly to your left, destroying a trash bin.

“Don’t you babe me you treacherous slut” he seethed as he walked closer to you.

You scooted away from him, purse forgotten on the ground. You were so confused. What was he talking about?

“You think you can just go around flirting with heroes whenever you want?”

What? Flirting? Wait.

“You mean me helping that man back there? He was in a wheelchair and he was struggling with his things. I’m not a hero but I’m not heartless, Dabi. I wasn’t going to stand by and wat-“ The ground next to you exploded in blue flames as he cut you off again.

“You’re not listening here babe,” The patchwork villain kneeled down and put his face next to yours and a tight hand on your upper arm. “You’re my girl. That means,” the cold heat creeped up to your shoulder and down to your fingertips as he ignited your arm. Before you could scream, his free hand covered your mouth. “That you’re mine. You do as I say. You go where I tell you to go. You talk to who I say you can talk to. No one else. Listen babe. You don't have friends anymore. Just me. You’d have nothing without me. I took such good care of you, loved you when no one else would. And then you go and throw it all back in my face by acting like a worthless whore for some paralyzed ex hero who probably can’t even get it up anymore. Got anything to say in your defense, fucking whore?”

You were speechless. What the hell was he talking about? You stumbled over your words before you finally said something.

“I’m sorry. I didn't know. I thought I was being nice. It won't happen again. I promise!” Tears were pouring down your face as you silently begged for him to let you go, to turn back into the man you knew and loved, not this terrifying stranger before you.

“You’re damn fucking right it won’t happen again, bitch. Because I’m going to give you a little reminder of just who you belong to, one you won’t ever forget. Then no one but me will ever want you!” An evil grin overtook his face, distorting his face, the flames making him look like a demon from hell sent to torment you.

Searing pain laced through your arm as the scent of burning flesh filled the air, the sound of sizzling flesh was drowned out by your blood curdling screams of agony. You writhed and wordlessly begged for release, but Dabi refused to let go, squeezing his hand even tighter until you felt your arm snap and the flames delve deeper than your skin, searing the muscle and tissues beneath.

When he finally let go, you fell back against the ground, hardly registering anything else but the overwhelming pain that flared with every breath she took. She dared to look at her arm and what she saw made her nearly vomit. Her arm had been burnt nearly black, blistering blood oozed from the handprint on her arm. He had branded her, like she was some sort of cattle. If infection didn’t kill her first, she’d possibly have to remove her arm, as he had basically reduced part of her arm to nothing more than a charred piece of meat. She couldn’t even feel anything below her arm anymore. She stared up at him in disbelief through her tears. This wasn’t her Dabi, she didn’t know this animal that had hurt her so badly. She let out a broken sob, attempting to scramble away.

That one pitiful sound seemed to snap Dabi from his fit of madness as he stared down at you with wide eyes. He saw what he had done and felt sick. He had always sworn to never be like Endeavor and yet, he was no better than the flaming bastard. He reached a hand towards you, trying to pull you into his arms. “Y/n… I’m so sorry… I… I didn’t mean it… I didn’t mean to hurt you like that…. Come on, we’ll go inside and get you fixed up, everything will be alright. I’m so sorry… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

You stared at him in a haze of pain. Forgive him? Did he honestly think that you were going to forgive him for this? He burned your fucking arm! You’d probably have to get your arm amputated if you even wanted to survive this. He swore to you so many times that he would never hurt you again. You should leave, get as far away as humanly possible. But… As you stared into his remorseful and terrified face, you began to doubt yourself. Could you really leave him now? Now after everything he had done for you? He loved you right? You loved him still, it was just an accident. Unable to speak, you merely nodded, giving him your silent forgiveness. You whimpered in pain as Dabi carefully scooped you up and carried you back to the bar. The pain was worth it, he was worth it.

Why? Because you loved him.

#dabi x reader #yandere dabi #dabi #domestic violence #domestic abuse #abuse #abusive relationship #trauma involving domestic abuse #mha #my hero academia #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha dabi #mystories

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aylinaliens · 4 years

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for a prompt - tine falling asleep in sarawat’s lap 💜

hope you enjoy this fluffy little fic that was highly inspired by my own experiences with my finals that just finished. don’t forget to remember to eat, sleep, and to not drink too much caffeine kids! your health is way more important than some exam! also i’m never going to get over the fact that Tine is a law student so it’s about time we get to see just how stressful and difficult it is. cross posted on ao3

summary: Tine vaguely pointed all over. His head was pounding from the lack of sleep, his neck ached from leaning over the table all day, and his stomach was cramping from the lack of food. Luckily Sarawat seemed to understand as he began to alternate between each spot, somehow managing to momentarily soothe the pain with a simple press of his cold palm. This felt like pure bliss to Tine. He was undoubtedly still in pain but just being wrapped in Sarawat’s embrace was enough to turn it into something more manageable and dull. “Tine?” This time Sarawat’s voice was low—or perhaps it was at this volume earlier and Tine was just too over sensitive.

you were always there for me, when i needed you the most (sarawat/tine)

As soon as Tine crossed the threshold to his apartment his eyes surveyed the room in search of his boyfriend. Where was he? Tine knew that if anyone else spent nearly the last twelve hours nose deep into a law textbook they would grab a bite to eat or take a shower—both he desperately needed—but something else outweighed that. He wanted Sarawat. He could have swore that the other said they were going to be home early after his band practice but he was nowhere to be found. Not in the living, kitchen, or bathroom.

Perhaps Tine was too sleep addled and exhausted to figure out that the one place he hadn't looked Sarawat would be there. It took a lot of effort to climb the little stairs that led to their bedroom but once he made it to the top he couldn't help the soft look that overtook his features. There he was, looking so breathtakingly adorable in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Finals were quickly approaching so Tine was not surprised that he had a textbook in his laps with his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He looked so dorky like that with his nose all scrunched up in concentration. He desperately wanted to curl up against Sarawat but it was rare that he got to see him like this. He would eventually make it over to the bed but for now he would just prop his head on his hand against the banister. He was unsure he stood like that—he lost all sense of time after he drank his eighth cup of coffee—but eventually Sarawat noticed he was not alone.

"Keep on looking at me like that," Sarawat didn't bother to look up from his textbook, "and I'll kiss you until you drop."

Asshole Tine thought to himself and told Sarawat just as much. "How long have I been standing here?"

Sarawat glanced up with a frown on his face. His eyebrows were knitted together in worry. "For like five minutes. When was the last time you ate?"

Tine opened his mouth to reply but Sarawat held up a hand to silence him. "Actual food, Tine. Not just a bag of chips or a granola bar." Shit. How did he know that? Did Tine really look that bad or did Sarawat simply know him that well?

He didn't bother to answer at first and instead worked on changing his clothes. After slipping out of his jeans into a pair of sweatpants he threw himself down face first onto the bed. "What time is it?"

"11pm." He was really gone that long? Tine tried to remember the last time he had proper food—did he eat the dinner Fong brought to their study session? No he was too preoccupied trying to finish the last of his case briefs that he never got around to doing so. What about the breakfast Sarawat handed to him before he left this morning? Not that either, he was too wrapped up in an argument with Ohm over what consists of medical child abuse—not giving consent for a medical procedure is considered neglect if the outcomes outweigh the risk—that he never even opened the bag.

“Last night.” He knew that Sarawat wouldn’t like that answer.

“Tine!” Sarawat’s voice was booming and Tine couldn’t help but groan into the mattress. “Stop yelling. I know what you’re going to say. But you don’t understand how important this exam is.”

Before Tine could process what was happening he was being flipped onto his back. When Sarawat lifted his head up Tine had to bite his lip to keep in a whine. Pain. He was in so much pain. He was expecting the other to force him into a sitting position but all he did was shift so that Sarawat could push Tine’s head onto his lap. The next thing he knew Sarawat had his hands buried in his hair, gently massaging his scalp. “Where does it hurt?”

Tine vaguely pointed all over. His head was pounding from the lack of sleep, his neck ached from leaning over the table all day, and his stomach was cramping from the lack of food. Luckily Sarawat seemed to understand as he began to alternate between each spot, somehow managing to momentarily soothe the pain with a simple press of his cold palm. This felt like pure bliss to Tine. He was undoubtedly still in pain but just being wrapped in Sarawat’s embrace was enough to turn it into something more manageable and dull. “Tine?” This time Sarawat’s voice was low—or perhaps it was at this volume earlier and Tine was just too over sensitive.

All he did was nod. “You do realize you are more important than some exam right? You...you can’t do this to yourself. It’s not healthy.”

Tine couldn’t help the bitter laugh that escaped him. “Tell that to my professors. This exam is worth nearly 60% of our grades. If I don’t get at least a B then I will fail this class which, by the way, I can’t do. It’s required to graduate.”

Sarawat stopped his movements and this time Tine really did let out a whine. “Wat!”

He heard Sarawat sigh before a pair of hands were once again threaded in his hair. Silence engulfed the room and just as Tine was about to doze off he heard a voice. “You need to eat, Tine. Medicine too. Let me up so I can go get it for you.”

Food and medicine sounded like a brilliant idea but Sarawat’s hands in his hair sounded even better. He could feel Sarawat start to scoot out from under him but Tine was not having it. He knew that he was being unnecessarily clingy and that Sarawat had work to do too but he was just so desperate for this. He was desperate to be touched by his boyfriend—in the most innocent of ways—so all logical was thrown out the door.

Before Sarawat could successfully get away, Tine wrapped his arms around his waist and shook his head. If Tine was less exhausted he would have been embarrassed about the fact that he was practically shoving his face into the others lap. Whatever. Screw his pride.

“Five minutes. Please. That’s all I ask for.” It was a struggle to get those words out but thankfully Sarawat didn’t ask any more questions. All he did was let out another sigh before pulling the boy closer, using one hand to massage Tine’s scalp while the other reached down in search of a hand to hold. Once Sarawat found it he intertwined them together before bringing them to his lips for a kiss. Pure bliss. Soon enough Tine was lulled to sleep and despite everything it was somehow one of the best nights of sleep he ever got.

Tine slept for nearly ten hours straight—ten glorious hours—only to realize that they were still in the same position from last night. “Wat?” Tine’s voice was hoarse from both misuse and dryness. “Did you…” He trailed off but Sarawat understood what he was trying to say. Did Sarawat really sit up like that all night?

“No. Well, I did for a few hours until my back started to ache. I went out to get you breakfast and was just trying to wake you up to eat it.”

Oh. Somehow that made Tine’s heart swell even more than it would have if Sarawat stayed in that position all night. “I love you.” Tine was all he breathed in reply. So damn much.

This was not the last time Sarawat had to remind Tine to take a step back during finals. It was just another way to show Tine how much he loved him—and when Sarawat started to skip out on basic necessities after trying to meet a particular rough deadline Tine did the same for him.

#forcing each other to not forget their basic necessities is how they show each other their love #as they should #2gether #2gether the series #sarawatine #tine x sarawat #tine teepakorn #sarawat guntithanon #win metawin #bright vachiwarit #thai bl #sarawatine fic #prompts #kay answers

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fuckress · 5 years

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I dare you to answer every single question in the "weird asks that say a lot" (tho you can decline the dare, or just answer one you really wanna answer)

me? declining a dare?? HELL NO! So buckle up, this is a long one!

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?–> coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?–> hmmmmm… chocolate bars.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?–> neither really… there aren’t many stores where I can buy cotton candy just like that. So I guess bubblegum.

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?–> quiet, reserved, smart. I think that’s about it.

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?–> actually cans. But I’ll settle for bottles if I can’t get cans

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?–> hm… a mix between tomboy, sportswear and formal.

7. earbuds or headphones?–> both. earbuds while on my phone and headphones while on my computer.

8. movies or tv shows?–> tv shows. Keeps me occupied for longer and I don’t have to pay attention too much.

9. favorite smell in the summer?–> that fresh breeze when at sea or ocean. Or, the smell before a thunder storm.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?–> dodgeball, along with basketball and volleyball. which doesn’t mean I’m any good at either, those were just the ones I didn’t suck as much lol

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?–> usually, I skip breakfast and have lunch. But if I want something, it’s usually a sandwich with either avocado, fish or something else.

12. name of your favorite playlist?–> uhh.. don’t really have one.

13. lanyard or key ring?–> both ^^ key ring to keep all keys i need together and a lanyard to lock them to my pants or something.

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?–> popcorn. I’m not entirely sure tbh, I’m simply eating popcorn now so that’s why it came to my mind lol

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?–> ooh, good question. hm… catcher in the rye is up there… life of pie too… killing mr griffin…. hm. most books from my english classes it seems. the german ones sucked.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?–> sitting on one leg with the other angled. it’s kinda hard to explain, I guess.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?–> gray sneakers

18. ideal weather?–> sunshine, not too warm (maybe around 25°C), with a little breeze.

19. sleeping position?–> any position and every position

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?–> either computer or mobile phone

21. obsession from childhood?–> hm. I guess drawing might be one. Other than that, I don’t think I have an obsession from back then. Maybe anime and cartoons in general, but nothing specific.

22. role model?–> don’t have one

23. strange habits?–> can’t think of anything right now..

24. favorite crystal?–> opal

25. first song you remember hearing?–> I don’t know the song titles of those, sadly. I do remember the ketchup song

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?–> either taking a walk or sleeping in the sunshine. Not really much interested in activities.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?–> sleeping..

28. five songs to describe you?–> Alone in the room by asking alexandria, haze by tessa violet, choke by i don’t know how but they found me (the vibe of the song, not much of the lyrics), bones by emily finchum, dreamin by the score

29. best way to bond with you?–> oh, there are many ways tbh. either ask me about my obsessions and if they are similar to yours, let’s talk about those for hours. or just show up and talk bullshit, I’m always up for bullshit. or let’s rant about stuff that we both hate. just. yeah. I’m really not that hard to please, if you don’t treat me like shit, we’re good.

30. places that you find sacred?–> nothing comes to mind tbh. that doesn’t mean i don’t think places shouldn’t be treated without respect.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?–> jeans, sneakers, black tanktop and a blazer. or hoodie. things I’d usually wear as well. best to kick ass and take names while wearing what you like most, right?

32. top five favorite vines?–> “two bros, chilling in a hot tub, five feet apart cause they’re not gay.”“Say Colorado!” “I’M A GIRAFFE”“THIS BITCH EMPTY! YEET!”“Shit, duck!” “Oh, cause of the duck is it?” *gets hit by a flying duck*“Cabbage, cabbage, cabbage. LETTUCE, LETTUCE, LETTUCE!”

33. most used phrase in your phone?–> yaaaaaaf, yaaaaaaaas, rip, mood, aaaaaaaaaaargh, wtf, eyyyyyyyyyyyyy, oooh, fuck, ehehehehehehe (usually after a dirty joke), yay~, yehi wasn’t able to just pick one

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?–> none. thank goodness

35. average time you fall asleep?–> maybe.. 30min?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?–> oooh boy, I don’t remember.

37. suitcase or duffel bag?–> suitcase. They’re easier to handle

38. lemonade or tea?–> tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?–> neither.. I don’t really like cakes or pies

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?–> there was a warning of a school shooting due to some internet posts. Nothing happened at our school, but people were scared. Other than that, constant firealarms due to bullshit reasons like cooking or dust. And being late for school due to flooding and casually walking in to class with zero fucks left to give.

41. last person you texted?–> a friend who sent me a cute pic.

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?–> BOTH AND BIG ENOUGH TO FIT MY PHONE IN PLEASE

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?–> Hoodie and leather jacket.

44. favorite scent for soap?–> something fresh like lemon grass or so. Or some herbs. Nothing too sweet and no nuts

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?–> I like a lot of superhero stuff, but fantasy is up there too.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?–> I’ll sleep in literally anything, depending on how tired and lazy I am to change.

47. favorite type of cheese?–> none

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?–> a pomegranate i think

49. what saying or quote do you live by?–> none really. More like a motto. Be the best you can be and enjoy yourself as much as possible.

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?–> pfft. tons of things. i can’t possibly pinpoint one

51. current stresses?–> New job starting soon where I’m not really sure how well I’ll be able to handle it, sleep scedule is fucked, being on my own entirely with no friends nearby.. ah well.

52. favorite font?–> don’t have one

53. what is the current state of your hands?–> slight lingering pain, a bit cold, no injuries

54. what did you learn from your first job?–> my first ever job was as a waitress/barkeeper at age 14 or something. What I learned there… some people expect too much of you without helping you. And it’s ok to go away from a bad envirenment. Your own well being is most important.

55. favorite fairy tale?–> It’s either the tale of Icarus or the tale of Kunegunda. Those are actually the first ones I ever heard.

56. favorite tradition?–> hm.. don’t have one

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?–> School, College, emotional breakdowns

58. four talents you’re proud of having?–> drawing, being able to view at problems rationally and finding solutions, reading people I know, my bullshit kind of humor

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?–> Let’s get this fucking party started!

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?–> slice of life. They’re the most wholesome with weird and funny friendship moments

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?–> The risk I took was calculated, but damn, am I bad at math.

62. seven characters you relate to?–> I’m too lazy to think of seven, so have one: Killua from Hunter x Hunter

63. five songs that would play in your club?–> see number 28.

64. favorite website from your childhood?–> YouTube. Well, not really childhood, but early teenage years.

65. any permanent scars?–> I have one on my forhead from an accident when I was a kid. Don’t know if other scars are permanent.

66. favorite flower(s)?–> forget-me-nots

67. good luck charms?–> a d20 dice

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?–> hm… I think I surpressed any bad memory like that. Can’t remember

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?–> brown eyes can be changed permanently blue due to some genes and pigments being linked together

70. left or right handed?–> I’m right handed

71. least favorite pattern?–> anything with huge contrasts and tons of messy lines. hurts my eyes and brain

72. worst subject?–> history. Never was good at remembering dates and years and that shit.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?–> I… don’t have any..

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?–> a 6, usually. Except if i need to do stuff or I’m trying to sleep. then a 4.

75. when did you lose your first tooth?–> I think, around the age of 9..

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?–> chips

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?–> a succulent always grew really well with me. Or cacti.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?–> Never had coffee at a gas station. I did have sushi from the grocery story, but they were never any good.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?–> driver’s licence photo

80. earth tones or jewel tones?–> jewel tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?–> wait… wat

82. pc or console?–> PC. Never had a console

83. writing or drawing?–> drawing

84. podcasts or talk radio?–> podcasts

84. barbie or polly pocket?–> I had both growing up. As a kid, barbie. later on, polly pocket.

85. fairy tales or mythology?–> why not both.

86. cookies or cupcakes?–> cookies

87. your greatest fear?–> complete darkness

88. your greatest wish?–> to manage well enough not to have to worry about anything

89. who would you put before everyone else?–> parents i guess

90. luckiest mistake?–> I bet there were so fucking many but I can’t remember right now

91. boxes or bags?–> depends. boxes for organizing stuff at home, bags for shopping and gathering things like bottles or clothes

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?–> lamps and overhead lights

93. nicknames?–> Chan

94. favorite season?–> fall

95. favorite app on your phone?–> telegram, messaging my friends and all

96. desktop background?–> a picture I made a while ago I called galaxy marbles

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?–> around 4 or so

98. favorite historical era?–> don’t have one, the all sucked

there. I did it. holy shit that was a lot.

#ask #ask game #long post

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hardeepcox · 6 years

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The Chronicles of Hardeep Cox - Bangkok pt 1

Intro

Hi my name is Hardeep Cox, I may or may not be a guy born to an Indian mom and a white guy from Boston in the DMV area. Then again I may or may not be just an extremely immature adult with a ridiculous sense of humor. Quick warning: if you are easily offended then I suggest you just exit this shit right now and idk go watch cable tv or something.

I am writing this as we prepare for our first legit night out in Bangkok, as I and a dude named Paper awkwardly wait for my dad to finish showering so we can head out. Tonight’s destination is Above Eleven, but I’ll explain more later on. Let’s begin with our arrival.

Flight and Night 1

After about 20 hours of flying we met up with Paper, our guide/family friend (on my dad’s side). Paper picked us up from the airport and helped us hail a cab. My first impression of Bangkok when I stepped outside of the airport was that it seemed so similar to Los Angeles, I guess because of the weather and vegetation. Anyways, the cab dropped us off at the Doubletree where an enormous wooden figure of a football (soccer) sat in the lobby. To my unbelievable surprise, it turned out that Paper was actually going to be staying in the hotel room with us because he lives outside of the city (my dad of course manages to leave out important details like this when planning trips). Because of the timezone change we were hungry upon arrival, at 3 in the damn morning. So we did what any idiot American tourist would do, we went to 7 Eleven. I had to accept the fact that chili and cheese quarter pounders would no longer be an option, so I went with the spicy basil rice and fish sauce. I gotta say that it was pretty good, even though it was spicy as hell. After crushing my first meal in Thailand, we did our best to sleep for the next couple of hours.

Day 1

Sleep deprived but feeling ready to roll, we got ready and headed downstairs for breakfast. The buffet included the usual American stuff, sushi, dim sum, and some freshly made Thai dishes.The dim sum was by far my favorite, and today it was Chinese egg tarts.

We went to some Buddhist temples, hundreds of years old. There were so many Chinese tourists, and so many lame pictures being taken by them (sitting down in lotus position next to a statue of the Buddha, a chick looking dramatically and diagonally down at the floor while her boyfriend takes a picture for her instagram and you KNOW she’s gonna add some kind of bullshit philosophical caption to it). It was hard to get into the spiritual groove with all these tourists, and the only places where I could feel peace was in the praying rooms where I wish that I could have stayed longer. The best part was the Wat Phra Ram, literally the place where they filmed one of my favorite childhood movies Mortal Kombat. It was totally unexpected and spontaneous, the most interesting part about it was the dog that had managed to sneak up into the actual ruins and seemed to be searching for something at a calm pace. My pathetic attempts to whistle loud enough for the dog to hear me led me to run around the ruins hoping to catch a glimpse of it. I heard it howl a couple of times after that and I’ll always wonder why, maybe its spirit led it to the ruins to discover a link to a past life. Who knew I would have accidentally stepped into the Netherealm, but too bad I couldn't meet Raiden, Shang Tsung, and Liu Kang's dead brother (if you don't get this reference please find a time machine and go back in time to 1995, break into a Hollywood video, steal a copy of Mortal Kombat, watch it, go back into the time machine, return to the present time, and punch yourself in the fucking face).

Tired as hell we walked around markets near the Chao Phra Ya river, they were pretty generic developing country markets and I was extremely tired so I just wanted to go back to the hotel and pass out. We tried some sticky rice dessert that was pretty good so we bought some, and my dumbass ate my entire portion in the cab and felt even more like a piece of shit after. We made a stop for some roadside Pad Thai, it was delicious but again I was exhausted. Back in the cab again I pretty much passed out from exhaustion.

Night 2

I woke maybe 45 minutes later still in the cab but the sun was setting and the nocturnal city was coming alive. Suddenly it dawned on me that we had to be in Chinatown and my street-mode immediately turned on. After driving us through some beautifully sketchy streets, our cab driver dropped us off at a main road. All the lights made it look like it was an attempt at giving it a times square feel. I was now totally awake and ready for more exploring, and after walking for a bit we walked by a Chinese restaurant (Chinatown in Bangkok is an extremely fast-paced environment full of beautiful chaos, if you can’t keep up you might as well stay in your comfy apartment and drink lattes or something). The menu had so many choices, but no combination fried rice, general tso’s chicken, or lo mein (at this point I realized that I should just forget about these options because I’m not gonna find this delicious diabetes-maximus anymore). I got the egg noodles with roasted duck for $2, and the portion was just right for me since I was still full from that sticky rice and exhausted from the jetlag. Before the food coma took over, we took a tuk tuk to the nearest metro train station and made our way back to the hotel. The metro was actually very organized and technologically advanced, the DC metro could learn a thing or two from it. Because of the timezone change, the beers, sticky rice, and random stuff that I had eaten, I hadn’t really used the bathroom all day. Walking from the metro to the hotel at some point became truly difficult and I had tell myself just breathe man don’t shit yourself on your first night in Bangkok goddammit.

Now back at the hotel and totally relieved, our night actually began.

Nocturnal Adventure

We started out at the Queen Bee, a little bar across the street with shitty mojitos but a damn good blues band. From there we went to a place that my dad would not stop mentioning, Above Eleven, a local Peruvian restaurant. Probably one of the coolest restaurants that I’ve honestly ever been to. This was some upper class bougie shit as the kids say, but the view of the city was breathtaking and the food was absolutely delicious (and I am a picky fuck when it comes to flavors). The Peruvian food was authentic, the Pisco Sour was legit, and we got to meet Chef Omar Frank Maruy. Chef Maruy is the Japanese-Peruvian chef in charge of keeping the food quality at Above Eleven at its exquisite level. After downing a few Pisco sours, and devouring a few dishes (ceviche, jalea, and anticucho) we made our way to Havana Social. I could tell this place was throwing a good party as we walked to the entrance which was a random door in an alley with working girls in the corner. Too bad some of us were wearing shorts so we were ultimately denied entrance. Bummed out we walked to the nearest bar, Oskar, and had Lavender Pisco Sours. Seriously so creative and surprisingly delicious!

After downing these drinks we basically gave up and made our way back to the hotel. Maybe like 5 minutes away from the hotel we walked past a really sketchy alley and I shit you not, my dad says “let’s go into a small street shithole bar!” He’s already walking towards it so Paper and I say fuck it and we join him, plus I mean come on I gotta watch my dad’s back since hookers have been flirting with him for the past 25 minutes. We walk in and of course all these chicks are so psyched to see us, a very pretty hostess welcomes us so we sit at the bar and get some Tiger beers. With Youtube as our DJ, we start sipping on beers and my dad is just having a blast with these two chicks. They try to flirt with me but I’m like meh, I’ve honestly seen hotter escorts in Lima. Then one of them says, “I’m gonna bring my sister for you.” I’m like ok cool whatever, totally unimpressed as I watch my dad party at this little bar. This chick brings the pretty hostess over and introduces her as her “sister”, and I notice dude this girl is actually super cute and obviously not an actual escort. Me and her are both like uhh… hi? She’s not sure how to interact with idiot foreigners, but I can tell and I am just my usual super chill self with her. She gets a jack and coke, and I continue sipping on my Tiger. Her name is May, I was like “is it pronounced like the month May, or is it Mai like my?” She looked at me like if I was a dumbass but she was playful about it, and I start crushing on this chick because I mean duh I am a fucking idiot and I do shit like this. This all ended with a bill of almost $200 USD, an escort angry at us for not taking her back to our hotel, and me DJ’ing some old school reggaeton on their Youtube. As we made our way back to the hotel we ran into into girls selling booze on the sidewalk in what seemed like the Mystery Machine from Scooby Doo but cut in half the long way, and the girls turned the bottom half of the car into a mini-bar. As I took a whiz on a street corner, Paper points out that dude there is a toilet at this mini-bar on the sidewalk! I look behind a little curtain next to the mini-bar and there is in fact a toilet there, I mean not connected to any plumbing or anything, just literally a tiny toilet placed on the sidewalk. Did I whiz into this tiny toilet like 20 minutes later? Yes. Did I drink a few too many rum and cokes at this sidewalk mini-bar? Yes. Did I have any idea of what the hell to expect the next day? Hell no.

Night 3 - Let’s try not to die tonight shall we?

I’m skipping to Night 3 because the highlight of Day 2 is just me holding a lemur (by the way lemurs are freakin adorable and they have actual fingers and thumbs!), and realizing that my dad should move to the Thai countryside cuz he is actually genuinely happy there (he greeted random people from a canoe, including a naked fat guy who was in the middle of a soapy bath in the river).

On Night 3 we make another attempt at Havana Social (if there ever is a place with reggaeton and Cuban rum then you’ll probably find me there). The entrance is the #1 coolest that I have seen in my life so far, some dude gives you a code and you punch it into an old phone-booth, this then unlocks an old door next to it which you push open and find a little piece of Havana hidden within Bangkok. So there I am doing my thing downing Cuba Libres, dancing, and laughing at tourists dancing like idiots when I notice three pretty cute chicks dancing near us. I am not the most extroverted dude, but when I hear Latin music the beast is then awakened and I just let it take me places. So I slither over to these girls and pull off some of my signature moves, including one borrowed from my grandpa which I call the Egyptian knife hands. One of the chicks starts dancing with me and my first thought is “wow my dad is watching me spit some legit game, now I AM THE MASTER!” But anyways yeah we dancin and shiet. Suddenly she asks if I wanna go with her and her friends to another club, I thought it was a bad idea but the rum and Daddy Yankee had me saying “yeah screw it let’s go.” The four of us leave the club and somehow fit into a tuk tuk that says VIP on the seat and one of the girls say it’s free! RED FLAG - free shit usually comes with a price later on, and these girls seemed way too excited to have me along. One of the girls pulls out a wrapper with a bunch of pills and puts one in my mouth, my first thought is oh fuck I’m about to get roofied, or flooried, dammit Zack Galifianakis! I pretend to swallow the pill, then I look over into the street and spit this shit out. The girl is like are you feeling okay? I’m like yeah I’m great (meanwhile internally trying to think of an escape plan without freaking out)! We get to this club called Mixx, and this party is poppin. Every tourist is dancing with a local, and I’m thinking wow is every girl at a club in Bangkok an escort… like every single damn one?! My phone only has internet if there is wifi, and I tell the girl that I wanna call my friends to come but I need the wifi password so she hooked me up with her hotspot. Instead of figuring out how to use the wifi to escape, I’m in the bathroom FB messaging my friends back in the states how I almost got roofied and that I’m probably gonna die cuz I mean that is a brilliant idea right? I go back out there and one of the girls goes “if you wanna hang out with me it’s gonna be 3000 baht (like almost $100 USD).” Since I don’t wanna die I go “okay sounds good, let’s hang out every day this week okay?” Her eyes brighten up and she has a huge smile on her face, she tells her friend who then makes a face like “we did it bitch!” I’m thinking okay thank god I’m not gonna wake up tomorrow in a tub full of ice with my internal organs missing because they wanna take all my money throughout the week. Suddenly the Thai DJ starts playing the cumbia song “Colegiala”, and it was at this exact moment that I knew that everything would be okay! I stopped freaking out and danced the night away, didn’t sleep that night, and somehow found a really nice cab driver to take me back to my hotel afterwards (he charged me 300 baht but had no change so I just gave him my 1000 baht bill, really nice guy and really grateful). Yep definitely not doing that again, from now on I will assume every chick at a club in Bangkok is an escort. If you are asking yourself if I hit up that girl again to hang out and continuously pay her $100 USD throughout the week, the answer is dude of course not wtf.

#bangkok #party #hangover #zack galifianikis

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weannewashere · 6 years

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2017

I lost my grandpa. He was my biggest fan, present at all the major events in my life, always reminding me to include “Razon” whenever I write my name so that people would know I was his granddaughter. For all those times he was there for me, I wasn’t by his side when he passed - I missed it by a few hours. Cancer takes the best people, and it had been months of going in and out of the hospital and nights spent in pain. His death was my first major loss in 28 years.

I started teaching. Four subjects, six classes. For the first five months of 2017, I slept at 10PM and woke up at 1AM to prepare lessons for college students who I hoped would be convinced to care about health inequities and the world beyond their immediate neighborhoods. The non-stop preparation made me miserable, but hearing that our classes made them rethink the way they view public health made me think it was all worth it.

RJ and I stopped talking. We had broken up in early 2016, but the slow, tricky fade that comes with “maybe we should give it another chance” and “let’s still try to be friends” dipped into 2017. It’s difficult to take responsibility for a falling out because essentially you’re admitting to being the villain, but I’ll admit that by the end of the story, I was the person hurting someone who genuinely would’ve given me his world at that point. It wasn’t fair to him that I stick around much longer. We’re no longer in each others’ lives now, but every now and then I see him post about his adventures on Facebook – a marathon here and there, a conquered mountain over the holidays, a dive in some paradise – and I’m sincerely glad to see that he’s happy and doing what he loves.

I fell for someone. How do I talk about it – being fidaa for someone you’re not just attracted to but whose qualities you also genuinely admire and respect, and finding out the person feels the same way? Do I talk about the fairy tale part – the long walks on the beach and the conspiratorial winks, the dinners in palaces and the forehead kisses, the airplane flights, the midnight waltzes, the talking about the future? Getting to know his family and his dog and being shown his childhood photos, entering his world and being allowed to see the many different sides and nuances to him? Or do I talk about the part that comes after – the reality of distance, the weight of expectations, the resistance of religion and culture? Having to choose between a friendship or a relationship and deciding in the end to go with the safer, some say smarter, path even if it leaves behind a dull ache? A lot of it feels like a lifetime ago, a function of things happening and ending so fast, I suppose. Maybe we were in over our heads, maybe we gave up too easily or maybe we gave it the best we could. It’s still something I think about every now and then, but no matter how things worked out, I’m very thankful Vishal became and still is part of my life.

I got rejected for a scholarship I had based a lot of my dreams and plans on. It’s funny how one sentence can completely change the direction of your life – suddenly I didn’t have an escape plan from my mundane life anymore, suddenly I didn’t seem good enough or smart enough or inspirational enough, suddenly my global health dreams seemed even further away, suddenly the possibility of a relationship with someone I deeply cared about was quashed. But they say when God closes a door, some way He opens a window. I’m still trying to find where those windows are haha and sometimes it feels like I’m trying to break some of them open by myself, but I’m trusting His plan, and who knows where it will take me.

I got disillusioned with religion. That’s hard for me to admit out loud, a pastor’s kid and a relatively active member of the church, but I promised myself I’d be vulnerably honest with this blog post. My spiritual life definitely took a dip last year as I struggled with the concept of tradition, legalism, exclusivity, and how religion can divide and dismiss people. My tiny SDA bubble was popped and I had many different conversations with friends from different faiths – Hindus, Catholics, Taoists, Buddhists, deists, atheists – all wonderful, intelligent people whose beliefs and values were sincere and valid. I questioned almost all of my own beliefs, trying to reconcile what I had always been taught with the ones I was now coming across, hoping God wouldn’t feel betrayed by my doubts and instead recognize that I was sincerely trying to find out the truth about Him. I’ve been praying more and more lately though and working out my faith again, asking that I become the type of Christian that reflects the goodness of Jesus.

I lost my phone. It wasn’t just a gadget – I had bought it in Geneva and it contained all my memories since then, everything I’ve discussed here. Audio recordings of my grandpa snoring and saying “I love you” that I had kept because I didn’t want to live in a world where he wasn’t able to tell me that anymore. Thousands of meaningful Whatsapp messages. Photos of everywhere I’d been. But oh well. If anything, losing my phone was probably the universe telling me to move forward and start anew with a blank slate.

I realize now that I’ve been talking about 2017 with what feels to me like a very somber tone, when actually, it was quite an amazing year when I think about it. I traveled to seven different countries in five months. I stepped on the marble floors of the Taj Mahal, saw the lights of the Bund and The Peak in their full glory, presented a paper in Thailand, watched the sun rise over Angkor Wat, swam with millions of sardines in Moalboal, and went scuba diving in Boracay. I adjusted to work and have somehow regained my old motivation and productivity back, while maintaining work-life balance. I met new people – Ines, Adrian, the La Union peeps, Jessy. I reunited with old friends – my AUP kids, my Salty Interns, my ISKRABS. I went ahead and applied for grad school anyway, because I can just pretend tuition fees don’t exist, right? Haha. I learned how to float, it turns out all you need to do is to keep breathing (ooh is that a metaphor for life). I stopped being apologetic and embarrassed about my feelings and emotions, because they’re just as valid as everyone else’s. I became both hopeful and cynical, reflective and extroverted, affectionate and uninhibited, determined and purposeful. I’ve said that my entire 2017 was a plot twist, a year I couldn’t have predicted when I started it months ago.

Which now brings me to 2018. It’s been a while since I’ve started a year with what feels like a blank slate – I have no blocked-out dates on my calendar, no confirmed major events or trips to look forward to, no sure milestones planned. I’m not sure how I feel about that. From where I stand it feels like a filler year, and part of me just wants to get it over with and skip over to 2019. But the optimistic part of me says that maybe the vagueness of this year is why I should be excited – there’s so much room for 2018 to surprise me. Anything could happen. And maybe anything will. But I’ll stay on my toes and drive my own life, because if there’s anything I’ve learned from this year, it’s that my life is a product of my choices.

I honestly don’t want to close my 2017, but like the protagonist narrating the end of a feel-good movie where she undergoes significant character development, sheds some naivete, and finds herself standing alone yet strong in the end, I’ll end this on a positive note and give the future a chance, for the best is yet to come. The best is yet to come.

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Happy new year, y’all.

#travel #daily

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chimsmybestfriend · 7 years

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No More

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst (it’s barely there) / Fluff

Words: 2k+

“Fuck, I can’t watch this anymore!” you whisper exasperatedly, peeking through your fingers at the large cinema screen in front of you, tired of all the jumpscares and loud screeching violins booming out of the speakers. Jungkook chuckles quietly next to you while Yoongi grumbles a ‘shhh’ to you, both their eyes glued onto the screen. You want to get up and leave, but the ghost’s horrific face in the movie is already burned into your memory and you didn’t dare leave the dark cinema alone.

You hated this, the fact that you were forced into watching this movie late at night by Yoongi just because you lost that stupid bet about Jungkook getting a girlfriend.

“Look, that girl just isn’t Jungkook’s type, okay? I mean Lisa’s the complete opposite of him, and she doesn’t even like lamb skewers.” Yoongi snickered at you as you both watch Jungkook and his ‘future’ girlfriend talk about god knows what at the far end table of the dimly lit restaurant, both of you shielded from their view.

“Didn’t you know that opposites attract, Y/N?”

You set your glass down on the table and roll your eyes at Yoongi who’s got a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Okay, wanna bet, then?” You’re pretty confident that Jungkook’s going to ditch the girl, so you decide you’ll play the bet with Yoongi.

You nod at him, “So what happens if you win?”

The corners of his mouth curl upwards slowly as he brings his hands together and leans towards you, making him look almost sinister under the harsh light which falls onto his face. “Watch a horror movie with me and Jungkook, at midnight. And – you can’t back out.”

Your jaw drops slightly at this as you already feel fear slowly arise in your stomach, actually thinking that Yoongi was cruel for doing this. He knows how much you loathe horror movies and how badly it can affect your sleep, once making you skip a day of classes because you couldn’t get any sleep at all.

“Okay,” you sit back against the seat and cross your arms over your chest with a grimace on your face. “If I win, I’ll call you every day for a week and ask Seokjin to tell you a total of ten dad jokes.”

Yoongi groans loudly, “Can’t you think of something worse, Y/N?” he asks desperately, his expression making you hold back a smile.

“I’m pretty sure that this is the worse I can do for you. It’s settled, then?” You glance at Jungkook and Lisa, and it seems that Lisa can’t stop laughing at something he said, the both of them seem much closer and comfortable together than they were before.

Well, shit.

“Jungkook’s gonna get the girl, trust me,” he winks at you.

And he obviously does about a week later, barging into your room where you and Yoongi were both debating about whether zombies could survive without oxygen or not.

“So guess what?” Jungkook asks enthusiastically, a grin which showed his bunny teeth etched into his face, definitely bringing good news as he sits down across the both of you. Or maybe just for Yoongi. Seeing him look happy was enough to make you smile, but it quickly falters when you see a triumphant grin take form on Yoongi’s face. The next four words that came out of his mouth made your stomach drop straight to your feet.

“I got a girlfriend!” he exclaims. Yoongi makes his way over to Jungkook to congratulate him, patting his back proudly as you force yourself to appear as happy and enthusiastic as possible in front of Jungkook. You’re happy for him, but you’re upset at what’s about to come and bite your ass.

“Jungkook, that’s great! I’m so happy for you,” you say. Yoongi approaches you and places a warm hand on your shoulder, startling you a little bit.

“Hey, let’s watch a movie to celebrate, yeah? My treat,” Yoongi suggests casually, probably glad that he won the bet and wouldn’t have to listen to Seokjin’s dad jokes seventy times in a week.

“That sounds great, what movie are we watching?”

“The Conjuring 2. At midnight, if that’s okay with you.”

Jungkook glances over at you with a look of concern on his face, “The Conjuring 2? Y/N wouldn’t want to wat-“

“Oh, she does. She’s been raving about it to me the entire month, right, Y/N?”

You grit your teeth hard, “Oh yeah, definitely.”

Jungkook, who’s completely fooled by your acting just breaks out into another happy grin, “Well that’s great then. I’ll see you guys soon!” He gives you a quick hug before he’s out of the door, leaving you and Yoongi alone as you glare at him, wishing lasers would magically come shooting out of your eyes.

Now you’re here, stuck between a complete asshole and a guy who’s completely oblivious to your suffering. You should’ve at least brought a pair of earmuffs so you could block out the intense horrific music, then your hands would be sufficient enough to cover your eyes.

After what seems like an eternity, the movie finally ends and the credits start to roll. You curse every single one of the characters in the movie, especially the main protagonist. The three of you walk out of the cinema and you cling onto Jungkook’s arm the entire time as though it would keep you emotionally grounded and prevent you from going into hysteria.

You feel someone nudge your arm gently, the little gesture itself already making your heart almost leap out of your chest but feel instant relief when you see that its only Yoongi with a shit eating smirk on his face.

“That wasn’t too bad, right? I mean, you survived didn’t you?”

This time, you feel anger wash over your entire body and course through your veins. He knew how much you hated horror movies, yet he made you watch one of the scariest ones over a dumb bet. You would’ve preferred to do anything else besides that, though you couldn’t help but feel that it was your fault for believing that Jungkook and Lisa wouldn’t end up together.

You turn around on your heel and face him, pointing a finger into his chest which wipes the smirk off his face instantly.

“You. Because of you, I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight, or maybe for this entire fucking month because this was the worst horror movie I’ve ever seen. Because of you, I’m going to be scared of taking a shower, with the fear that a terrifying face will appear when I open my eyes after I’m done shampooing my hair! Because of you, I’m going to live in constant fear of god knows what following me around and watching me in my sleep!”

Yoongi and Jungkook are both in shock at your sudden outburst, and Yoongi begins to open his mouth to speak but you’re already walking away from the both of them, feeling their eyes bore into your back. Poor Jungkook, he didn’t need to see that.

“I want to go home, now,” you bark at the both of them..

And so fifteen minutes later at three in the morning, you reach your house after a car ride with Jungkook and Yoongi that’s filled with complete, awkward silence. They knew better than to agitate you even more while you’re already fuming, so they kept quiet the entire ride.

You step out of the car and close the door, about to head into your house when Jungkook calls out your name as the car window slides down, revealing Jungkook with a look of utmost concern and sympathy on his fake.

“Will you be okay, Y/N?” he asks?

You glance at Yoongi who’s staring straight into the road with an unreadable expression on his face as he grips the steering wheel hard, a muscle in his jaw twitching.

You smile reassuringly at Jungkook, leaning into the car window to give him a quick hug.

“I’ll be fine, Kookie. Good night.”

You unlock your front door, instantly switching on the lights when you step inside of the living room. You feel safe with the lights on, so you stick your head outside of the door and wave at Jungkook who signals Yoongi to drive off.

You sneak up the stairs to your bedroom quietly, making sure to not make any noise and risk waking your parents up who’ll start complaining about how late you are. Actually, you wouldn’t really mind their company right now. You finally reach your bedroom, freshen up in the bathroom – which you manage to do successfully as you kept yourself distracted with happy thoughts, and then change into a t-shirt and shorts.

You crawl under the silk covers, making sure that your whole body, especially your feet were covered just in case something decided to yank it from under the bed and pull you to your death.

Here comes the hardest and worst part, trying to sleep.

Your mind is fully awake, trying to convince you that you weren’t alone in the room, making fear constantly present itself unwelcomingly in the back of your mind. The face of the protagonist in the movie is etched into your mind, making you toss and turn in your bed as you try your best to drown out your negative thoughts by reciting your favorite songs and memories in your head.

That’s right, Y/N, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts. Think of your two best friends, and how happy you are for Jungkook now that he’s finally got a girlfriend. Think of Yoongi, and how big of an ass-

What was that?

You hear a loud thump against your roof tiles, the sound coming from the window right across your bed.

You feel your stomach clench painfully with fear as your breathing accelerates and the sound of your heart pounding erratically against your chest drowns out the noises of whatever it is that's lurking outside of your window. You know you should probably hide under the covers even though it only provided a false feeling of protection to you, but you're frozen in place, your wide eyes attached to your window as you squeeze your pillow tightly to your chest.

Suddenly, a pale hand appears, grasping onto your window ledge as it begins to pull itself into your window, soon a long arm appearing and finally – a body drops onto your bedroom floor with a muffled grunt.

Wait a minute.

Ghosts don't grunt… right?

You jump out of your bed swiftly and turn the light on.

Laying on the floor across from you – panting and out of breath, was Yoongi.

“Hey, Y/N,” he mumbles as his chest moves up and down, peering up at you from the floor.

You close your eyes for a minute and take deep breaths, giving yourself a moment to gather your composure. It’s just Yoongi, and not anyone or anything else. Get yourself together, Y/N. He’s out of breath, you need to help him.

You walk over to him and help him up, making him sit on your bed, “Stay here, okay? I’ll get some water for you.” You return quickly with a glass of ice cold water and hand it over to him which he gulps down quickly, and then proceeds to sit against the headboard of your bed.

You sit across him and place your hands in your lap, curiosity forming in your mind as to why he was here. “So tell me, Yoongi, why did you decide to climb through my bedroom window and scare the living shit out of me?” you ask.

He places the glass down on the floor, trying his best to not meet your eyes. “I, uh… I felt bad for forcing you into watching the movie so…,” he trails off as a light blush spreads across his cheeks.

Your eyebrows quirk up in surprise at his confession, thinking that he came to terrorize you even more. “You’re here to make me feel better?” you ask.

“Look, I know I was mean to you, Y/N, but I’m here to make up for it. I know the movie was… worse than the other ones you’ve seen, right?”

You nod your head lightly, shivering when the protagonist’s face appears in your mind once again. Yoongi notices you shiver and he’s suddenly right in front of you, pulling you into an embrace which makes your heart stop momentarily, then starts beating furiously against your chest.

Min Yoongi is holding you. In his arms. You can smell the faint scent of caramel popcorn and his favorite coffee that lingers in his t-shirt, and you find yourself leaning into his body, whether it was intentionally or unintentionally, you’ll never know. All you know is that you find yourself enjoying the scent of him, and the feel of his arms wrapped tightly and comfortingly around your body.

You never thought that Yoongi was the type to comfort you like this, since he never really seemed to care about most things, though you do know that he's actually a really caring and kind person underneath his constant grim expression and foul moods. Strangely though, you found yourself tolerating him and once you really got to know him, you knew that he only showed his true self to those he trusted – to those he really loved.

“Y/N,” he whispers into your hair, “I’m really sorry.”

You hear his heart beating softly against his chest as you press your ear over his heart, the gentle thumping of his heart beating making you feel even more comfortable than you already were – in his arms.

“It's okay,” you mumble, “I’m actually glad you're here, asshole. Even though you scared the living shit out of me.”

You feel his body vibrate lightly beneath yours as he chuckles quietly, his hand beginning to tangle itself in your hair as he brushes through it with his long fingers. “I’ll be here as long as you want me to, okay? If you want me to leave, just let me know.”

He’s here for you. Because he cares about you. You don't think you could ever possibly turn him down. Not even once.

You look up at him through your eyelashes, only to find him looking down into your eyes tenderly. “I don't ever want you to leave, Yoongi,” you whisper.

He reaches a hand out tentatively and places it on your flushed cheek as he begins to stroke it gently with his thumb.

And suddenly –

His lips are on yours.

You freeze momentarily, but your lips respond by moving gently against his as you to relish in the softness and delicious taste of his lips while sparks and colorful flashes of fireworks explode inside your head, behind your closed eyes. He places his hand at the nape of your neck and slowly massages the area, sending tingles in all directions over your body. Your body is pressed flush against his, the warmth radiating from his body surrounding you with comfort and coziness, making you feel as though you were slowly being engulfed by bliss – the absolutely wonderful feeling of warmth and love which Yoongi provided you so readily – so easily.

All this time, how could you not have known?

You were in love with him.

And you knew without a doubt – that he was too.

Your lips finally pull apart, and you both take a while to catch your breaths as you press your foreheads against each other, now reveling in the silence in your room.

“Min Yoongi, what does this make us?”

“Y/N,” he whispers with a raspy voice while pressing his lips lightly to your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “we can be whatever the hell you want to be, as long as we're together.”

A wide grin spread across your cheeks as happiness washes over you knowing that he felt the same way about you as you felt about him. You push him down onto your bed, snuggling up to his chest as he wraps his arms around you, pulling your body tightly to his.

“Mmm,” he coos, “I’m going to love getting used to this, Y/N.”

“Well you won't get any of this if you make me watch another horror movie, Yoongi. I’ll torture you with Jin’s dad jokes. Forever.”

His face morphs into an expression of feign shock, earning a small chuckle from you as you lean down to capture his lips again.

“No more horror movies, I promise.”

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ecotone99 · 4 years

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[RF] A Ruined Day for an Early Hiker

I’m guessing no one ever really reads this, one or two cops probably read it as evidence, maybe if someone finds this before my body. Well if you’re unlucky enough to be reading this I have some bad news, there’s a body floating somewhere in the lake.

I guess the best place to start would be who I am, then later I can explain why and how I got here. In 1994 two people in their early 20’s met at a Real Mccoy concert, they smoked some pot and talked about space aliens, Bryan was of the belief that space aliens not only existed, but had visited our planet Earth on numerous occasions, Amanda was of the belief that space aliens didn’t really matter, and that she’d rather ponder over the mysteries in Bryan’s pants.

They made love under the stars, which is a very strange thing to do if you believe in space aliens, especially if you believe those aliens often research our planet with very strong telescopes, which of course, Bryan believed. Afterwards Amanda lit a cigarette and told Bryan that while she liked him a lot, she would have to skip town soon, she was a novelist on an adventure, and this little town in Texas was not where the universe was calling her. Amanda had always been a believer that the universe had a plan for each of us, which in retrospect made it particularly strange that she didn’t believe in space aliens.

Bryan was of course saddened by the fact that this beautiful girl would be leaving soon, but he knew he was in no position to adventure with her, he’d just landed a new job at a company that built airplanes, and he’d been taking classes at the local university. Bryan’s life was in that little Texas town, and he was ready to settle down, he’d leave the adventuring for another day.

I am not Bryan, and if you’re reading this before you find my body you should know I’m not Amanda either, while I do have her eyes and nose, there’s a rather distinct difference in what we have between our legs, presumably I got that from Bryan.

I’ve never been a huge fan of overly suspenseful non fiction, so I’ll just tell you now, Amanda’s book was brilliant, Bryan became a spaceship engineer, and they never met again. Oh and they managed to create a fucking monster.

My mother died when I was 15, which I found rather depressing, she’d finished her novel a few months before and was in the process of publishing, when a routine trip to the doctor’s ended badly. You’ve heard that story before, to sum it up quickly, there was a whole lot of crying, surgery, and chemo. After she died the publishing company sent me a very nice gift basket and a letter apologizing but mentioning that they would not be publishing my mother’s book, she was too unknown to publish post-mortem.

Before she passed away my mother gave me an address, my father, she told me, lived in a small town in Texas, he built airplanes, liked the real Mccoy, but thought their album Space Invaders was a bit derivative, and spent most nights looking for space invaders of his own. I threw the address away of course, I hadn’t needed this man yet, and he clearly had better things to do than raise me. Unfortunately some social workers got a hold on the address and had different plans. A week after my mother’s funeral I was on a bus from Kentucky to Texas.

In my defense, I had just gone through a very traumatic event, found out my father didn’t know I existed, and met twin babies that were my new half brothers, it was a stressful time, but I treated the last of my family like shit for the next three years. I should’ve helped with the babies, I should’ve gotten a job, or at the very least helped around the house, instead I spent every day getting high and doing nothing important.

I ruined their marriage, my dad claimed it wasn’t my fault, and of course they both played their parts but I have a feeling it’s a lot easier to raise somebody else’s bastard if he isn’t selling pot to the neighbor’s kids. After the divorce my dad and I moved into a small apartment, he saw the twins most weekends, but I never really found much of a point in it.

I graduated highschool and had good enough grades to get into a small university an hour from my father’s apartment. On the last day I spent in that apartment we shared a 6 pack and my dad told me the story of how he met my mother, it was short enough to include in my suicide note. We both apologized, I forgave him, it wasn’t his fault my mother never told him I existed, and he’d stayed by my side while I destroyed his life.

“Where to next?” I asked him right before we went to bed.

“I guess maybe it’s my turn for an adventure.” We saw each other a few times after that.

College was fine for me, I followed in my father’s footsteps and went into the sciences, I spent five years in that place and managed to walk out with a degree in Computer Science. I had friends there, met girls, and finally did a little more with myself than just smoking weed. My fifth and final year at university was when I started to see the signs.

It started like radio static, like voices were talking very far away and while the noise was carried to me, the words were lost on the journey. I ignored it for a while, nothing more than stress and partying too much.I went to the doctor after the first time I made out a full sentence; “Rape that girl, make her bleed.”

A minor case of paranoid schizophrenia, Thiothixene, one pill a day, and weekly therapy, that’s what they told me it would cost to get the voices to shut up. It worked for another year, and I managed to graduate and get a job validating software, a job anyone could do just fine after a lobotomy.

I didn’t make many friends after college, I spent two years at the same job and went out with my coworkers only a handful of times. There was one girl at work I was obsessed with, Jolene, a gorgeous woman only a year my senior. Jolene worked in our accounting department, she was smart, funny, and cute. Oh and I’m using the past tense because her body is wrapped in a blanket in the trunk of my car.

I didn’t mean to kill her, neither did the voices, at least I don’t think they did, but Jolene stumbled upon my secret and she wanted to leave and she was going to leave and tell everyone and the voices said if I didn’t stop her she would tell them and she wanted to leave so I took the bottle in my hand and I wasn’t thinking but I hit her with the bottle but I hit her too hard.

I didn’t want to hurt her.

She kept breathing for a while, I watched her chest rise and fall for a few minutes, but she was leaking. Blood dripped from her head and her blond hair slowly stained crimson as it clumped together.

I wanted to call an ambulance, I wanted to save her, but they told me not to, they said if we did we’d be locked up tortured there, hurt, raped, beat, killed for what we did.

I tried to reason with them, “But if she lives they can’t be that mad at me, they’ll help they won’t hurt me!”

Then there was a booming laughter drowning in the static of my brain, the volume turned as high as it could go. The voice screamed to me, cackling all the while, “No one will care about this girl, but for what’s on your computer they’ll kill you.”

What is on my computer was put there by someone else, someone using my hands to press the keys, but another person all together. I wasn’t the one making the decision and I didn’t even know it was there until tonight, honest. Well some of it I knew about, the adults, that was the secret she found out, the reason I hit her, but the other stuff I swear was news to me.

I know it was all wrong. I knew it all along, but I guess I just thought no one would really be hurt, it was just for me. But Jolene had been hurt, she was terrified when she saw herself on my computer, fully nude and bent in a submissive position, an intimate photo taken by a lover long ago and still backed up to his Google account. She asked me how I’d gotten it and I lied, told her he’d sent it to me unprompted and for no reason. Of course she didn’t believe me, maybe if I’d been a better liar she’d still be breathing.

And that’s when the radio static demanded I “Stop her! Before she sees everyone else!” Then there was an argument, a bottle, a leaky head, and a slow rhythmic breathing fading away.

I stole her nudes, and others, and set up hidden cameras, it was wrong but I couldn’t stop myself, but this, this was so much worse, but it wasn’t me, the voices did it, not me. Now some poor girl lay dead in my trunk because of them, all because of the voices that never shut up. The voices weren’t content ruining my life alone, they had to drag everyone else down with me. I am the outlet, I cause all of this suffering.

I am proof God either doesn’t exist, or is the world’s biggest asshole, a real loving God would have killed me the day I was born. My mother would’ve finished her book years earlier, she’d die happy as a published author, my father would be happily married, Jolene would walk into work tomorrow, and the twins, the things the voices made me do to them. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

They’re screaming at me even now. They want me to stop, to make myself throw up. “Cut up the body, hide it here. Run! Escape!” They won’t stop yelling things like this to me, it makes me think they’ll die with me.The thought of them dying is all that keeps me moving now. I’m nearly paralyzed with fear but I’ll keep going I can still bring some good to the world, if only by stopping my own evil.

I’m sorry, I’m scared, I don’t want to die, but I’ll die for you, for the good of all of you.

I finished the bottle of Thiothixene and washed it down with some bourbon, nice stuff from Kentucky, from home, from a time before the voices, before I was afraid, before I was a monster.

I’m leaving the notebook here on the dock, thank you for reading this. If there’s a God in heaven I’ll tell him off for all of you. For now I think I’ll go float into the lake for one last swim. The stars are beautiful tonight, I’ll look out towards them and watch for space aliens.

Goodnight.

I’m so sorry.

Dante

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Hong Kong. Its name inspires visions of a chaotic, jam packed city with soaring skyscrapers, thick smog, endless noodle stands, big finance, and wild nights out. It’s one of my top five favorite cities in the world, and I relish any chance to visit. The fast pace creates a sense of permanent change, and the crowds, multiculturalism, and food keep me continuously coming back. Oh, the food! I could sit bent over a noodle bowl all day long!

Hong Kong is a busy city of eight million inhabitants with one of the biggest hub airports in the world. It can be overwhelming for many visitors, especially those not used to crowded places. And, with so much to do here, one can scratch one’s head about where to start in order get the most out of the trip.

This four-day Hong Kong itinerary will help you organize your trip, steer you off the beaten path, and show you why Hong Kong is one of the most on-the-go cities in the world.

What Do in Hong Kong: Day 1

The Hong Kong Museum of History In order to understand a place, you must first understand its past. This museum lets you do just that. It provides an excellent overview of Hong Kong’s long and complex past. There are exhibits relating to the archaeology, social history, ethnography, and natural history of the region. It’s big, so allow about 2–4 hours for your visit. Admission is 10 HKD (free on Wednesdays) and there is an audio tour available for 10 HKD.

100 Chatham Road South, Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon, +852 2724 9042, hk.history.museum. Open daily from 10am-6pm (7pm on weekends).

Walk through Kowloon Park Head to Kowloon Island’s gigantic park that features a swimming pool, a fitness center, little ponds where you can watch ducks and other swimming birds, a Chinese garden, an aviary, and plenty of rest areas where you can relax to escape the oppressive Hong Kong heat. It’s one of the best places to people-watch in the city.

22 Austin Rd, Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon, +852 2724 3344, lcsd.gov.hk. Open daily from 5am-12am and admission is free.

The street markets in Mong Kok This area of Hong Kong has the largest and busiest markets in which to soak up the frenetic atmosphere, sights, and sounds of Hong Kong. The crowds and sellers really exemplify Hong Kong’s on-the-move essence. The two best markets for inexpensive souvenirs are the Ladies Market (bargain clothing, accessories, and souvenirs) and the Temple Street Night Market (flea market). The markets of Mong Kok are best reached by the Hong Kong MTR subway system, stations Yau Ma Tei, Mong Kok, and Prince Edward on the Tsuen Wan (red) line

Tung Choi St, Mong Kok, Hong Kong and Temple St, Jordan, Hong Kong. The markets are open every day, starting around noon and closing in the late evening (times vary).

Tsim Sha Tsui Promenade — Stroll along the Tsim Sha Tsui waterfront and take in the breathtaking skyline view of Hong Kong Island. While you’re here, make sure to visit the Avenue of Stars, Hong Kong’s answer to the Hollywood “Walk of Fame,” where you can see the stars of Chinese and Western film alike. There are shops, restaurants, and, at night, a large outdoor market serving traditional Cantonese food alongside knockoffs and souvenirs. Come ready to haggle.

Salisbury Road, Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon (next to the Star Ferry pier). Open 24/7.

Take the Star Ferry The best way to get across the harbor from Kowloon Island to Hong Kong Island is via the Star Ferry, which showcases a fantastic view of the city skyline for only 2.70 HKD. It’s one of my favorite activities.

Star Ferry Pier, Kowloon Point, Tsim Sha Tsui, +852 2367 7065, Kowloonstarferry.com. The ferry runs from 6:30am-11:30pm every day, though they occur less frequently on weekends and holidays. Single tickets are 2.70 HDK, while a 4-day pass will cost around 27.50 HKD.

What Do in Hong Kong: Day 2

Ride Ngong Ping 360 This cable car runs a little over 3.5 miles, from Tung Chung across the bay toward the airport and then onward to Lantau Island, where you can visit the Po Lin Monastery. The cable car gives you a panoramic view of the airport, harbor, and entire city before it travels through the surrounding mountains. The ride lasts about 25 minutes. Lantau Island is a bit touristy, but the ride and monastery provide worthwhile views of the city and little islands that dot Hong Kong.

11 Tat Tung Road, Tung Chung, Lantau Island, +852 3666 0606, np360.com. Open 10am-6pm on weekdays and 9am-6:30pm on weekends on holidays. A round-trip adult ticket for the cable car is 210 HKD for a standard cabin and 290 HKD for a crystal cabin (a cable car with a glass bottom floor).

Take a food tour — After the morning on the cable car and enjoying a killer view of Hong Kong, spend lunchtime taking a food tour. Hong Kong is a food-filled city (there are over 10,000 restaurants here!) and you’ll find a diverse range from around the world. Without help, you’ll never find all the hidden local favorites. The following three companies offer the best value tours:

Bigfoot Tours – They offer private small-group food tours, usually lasting around 4 hours. 650-2,200 HKD depending on how many people.

Little Adventure in Hong Kong – Little Adventures offers street food tours, Cantonese cuisine tours, fine dining tours, and craft beer and cocktail tours. There is literally something for everyone!

Hong Kong Foodie Tasting Tours – Four tours are available here, depending on what you’re looking to sample. All tasting are included in the price, which will be between 750-900 HDK per person.

Rent a junk boat Junk boats — those classic boats with the large sail you see in any movie about Hong Kong — a fun way to sail around the harbor on full-day and half-day trips. You can rent a boat with a large group of friends (15 or so people) or join a group trip. Here are some recommended companies that offer affordable tours:

Island Junks – They have a couple cruise options, costing around 650 HKD per person. You can also charter your own if you’ve got the money!

Saffron Cruises – This is a great option if you can put together a large group of 20-30 people, as a charter will cost 9,000-18,500 HKD.

Hong Kong Junks – This is more of the classic party boat experience, with options for all budgets.

What Do in Hong Kong: Day 3

Walk the Ping Shan Heritage Trail Located in the New Territories (the city’s less visited northern district), this trail will lead you past some of the most important ancient sights of the Tang clan: the walled Hakka village of Tsang Tai Uk, the Fu Shin Street Traditional Bazaar, Che Kung Temple, Man Mo Temple, and the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas. Just be aware that not all of the historic buildings on the trail are open to the public.

Another option is the Lung Yeuk Tau Heritage Trail. It begins at the Taoist temple complex of Fung Ying Seen Koon and passes the walled villages of Ma Wat Wai and Lo Wai before ending at the 18th-century Tang Chung Ling Ancestral Hall.

This part of Hong Kong is often skipped by tourists, and the trails, meandering through the city’s more rural region, are quiet and a welcome break from the giant metropolis of the downtown area.

Ping Shan Trail: Sheung Cheung Wai, Yuen Long District, +852 2617 1959, lcsd.gov.hk. Lung Yeuk Tau Trail: 66 Pak Wo Rd, Fanling, Hong Kong, +852 2669 9186.

Hong Kong Heritage Museum This museum showcases the city’s history and love of art. There’s a large exhibit about the New Territories and an opera house for performances. It fills in some of the blanks left from the Hong Kong History Museum and gives you a look at the artistic culture of the city. It’s also located near the beautiful Sha Tin Park and Shing Mun River, making the surrounding area just as interesting as the museum!

1 Man Lam Rd, Sha Tin, New Territories, +852 2180 8188, heritagemuseum.gov.hk. Open every day but Tuesday from 10am-6pm (7pm on weekends).

Che Kung Temple Just down the road from the Heritage Museum, this temple is dedicated to Che Kung, a general during the Southern Song Dynasty (1127–1279) in ancient China. The temple complex here is always filled with people, so be prepared for crowds. The traditional architecture and intricate sculptures make this worth visiting after you see the Heritage Museum.

Che Kung Miu Road, +852 2691 1733, ctc.org.hk. Open daily from 7am-6pm.

What Do in Hong Kong: Day 4

The Peak Tram This tram takes you to the top of the Peak, Hong Kong Island’s largest mountain, at 1,700 feet. You ride a funicular to the top where you enjoy spectacular 180-degree views of the skyscrapers of Victoria Harbor, Kowloon, and the surrounding hills. It’s the best view of the city.

No.1 Lugard Road, +852 2849 7654, thepeak.com.hk. You can take a return trip for 52 HKD or a return trip with entry to the sky terrace for 99 HKD per person.

Hong Kong Museum of Art- CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS UNTIL 2019 This museum is a fascinating and intriguing place that exhibits Chinese ceramics, terra cotta, rhinoceros horns, and Chinese paintings, as well as contemporary art produced by Hong Kong artists. It’s part art museum, part Ripley’s Believe It or Not.

Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong, +852 2721 0116. Open from 9am-6pm everyday but Saturday.

Experience the nightlife at Lan Kwai Fong LKF is the main nightlife and party area in Hong Kong and is filled with tons of bars, clubs, shisha (water pipes), and cheap drinks. Nights out here are wild — the street is always crowded, people get very drunk, and shots get handed out like candy. It’s rowdy, but if you want to see Hong Kong’s wilder side, this is the place to do it.

Other Things to See and Do in Hong Kong

Day trip to Macau — The gambling mecca of Macau is a short boat ride away. For 150 HKD, the 60-75–minute boat ride from Hong Kong’s ferry terminal will take you to this former Portuguese colony, where you can wander gigantic modern casinos, stroll historic streets lined with Portuguese-inspired houses, and dine on egg tarts, a famous local specialty.

Take a cooking class — Hong Kong is full of food. Why not learn how to cook some of it? This Hong Kong expat website has a list of 20 schools offering classes!

Go hiking — Hong Kong may be a densely packed city, but there is also scenic hiking in the outer mountains and islands. There are a lot of trails (especially in the undeveloped parts of the New Territories). This link to the Hong Kong tourism board lists all the trails.

Visit Disneyland — If you’re on a family trip, or if you’re a backpacker in touch with your inner child, head to Disneyland. Hang out with Mickey Mouse and shake hands with sea creatures.

*** In a city of eight million people, there are countless things to see and do. One could fill weeks exploring Hong Kong’s many islands, markets, restaurants, sights, and nightlife and still not see it all. Though impossible to condense a city so vast into four-days, this Hong Kong itinerary will help you experience the most Hong Kong has to offer in a short period of time!

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