#but now we know who the car belongs to ho ho ho

[bttflyeffect]

(   maia  reficco  .  cis  woman .  she/her  )       —       blasting  bad  girls  by  M.I.A.  main  street  we’ve  spotted  CATALINA  “CAT”  DELGADO  sporting  their  signature  vintage  red  leather  racing  jacket.  the  twenty-five  year  old  WITCH  who’s  been  in  town  for  twenty-five  years  often  can  be  seen  dancing  on  the  club  floor,  racing  cars  she  shouldn’t,  smoking  hand  rolled  cigarettes,  sweet  talking  strangers  at  the  bar, & batting  her  eyelashes,  or  working  as  a  MECHANIC  at  THE  GOLDEN  PISTON.  people  say  they  display  vivacious  and  selfish  traits,  but  we  rather  trust  their  vibes:  pretty  fingers  covered  in  grease,  a  slim  cigarette  held  by  plump  lips,  heart  racing  speed,  freedom  is  wind  in  your  hair,  &  a  closely  guarded  heart.  also,  we’ve  heard  they  love  STREET  RACING !   aren’t  they  fascinating ?

haunted by link. 26.

BASICS.

name: catalina isabel delgado nickname(s): cat - by most, lina - deeply romantic wc, speed racer birthdate: july, 24th 2000 birthplace: portum. family: mother (witch), father (human), half-sisters (witches), aunts (witches), cousins (witches) sexuality: bisexual residence: in a sweet little townhouse ft. her coven (see wc) appearance: long brown/black hair always up out of her face in a fun style- frequently cute claw clips or pigtails, plenty of cherry accessories, bright red nail polish on just long enough nails notable features: a couple of tattoos- either cars or cherries/roses or some combo of the lot, a couple of scars on her hands- mostly burn scars from both magic and her cars

INSPO.

characters: suki (f&tf), hanna marin (pll), elaine benes (seinfeld), izzie stevens (grey's anatomy), brooke davis (one tree hill), jules vaughn (euphoria), samantha jones (s&tc), buffy summers (buffy) aesthetics: cherry bombs, the sweetness from tobacco, red jumpsuit covered in grease, chocolate covered strawberries, cherry lollypops, cherry flavored chapstick, a cherry vanilla rum & coke, dancing till dawn pinterest: found here

HISTORY.

cat was born to a single mother, who, as she was told as a child, couldn't exactly say who her father was. her mother said it wasn't all that important anyways, she was all about centering women

she grew up in a home full of women, she almost never saw any men in her home, unless it was her mother or auntie's short term lover

of course, cat never really minded this, but there was a deep part of her that longed to know more about herself, who her father was. so of course she snooped. through her mother's journals, belongings, and even her grimoire, in search of anything that could give her anything

it wasn't until she was 11 when she found an old chest, locked away with an enchantment she was onto something. for years she studied her magic even deeper just to try and break the stupid thing

for the next few years she began to rebel against her mother, entrenching herself into "unnatural" things, like cars.

god did cat fucking love cars. in a way they were a lot like magic to her. she could see the way the gears would turn, and in turn see how her spells fell together. all of it was linked to her

when she was 16 she finally got into that chest. inside it was a collection from her father. she knew it had to be him, the timeline all matched. he was the great love of her mother's life. and god did he fucking love cars. photo albums full of photos of her mother and father, and a beautiful black and red 1984 pontiac firebird.

she knew the chest hadn't been opened in years, and nothing in the chest could direct her as to what happened to her father. where he could have gone.

in that chest was also the vintage red leather racing jacket. she tends to that thing like its her own child

one thing she learned from her mother though was the importance of a coven. her mother's sisters weren't all related to her, but they were family

now she lives with her own coven, though its not gender divided like her home growing up

maybe she takes some of the cars that come to the shop out for a spin, but can you blame the girl

HCS.

has multiple cars, but only 2 can still drive

smokes way too much but says its okay cuz she hand rolls her tobacco and had herbal additives yes its a spliff don't @ her

she works hard but parties harder

biggest flirt you'll ever meet, thinks everyone is pretty, and yea so what she's a slut she's proud of it

red is her favorite color and she makes sure you know it- red nails, red glossy lips, cherry stamped rolling papers

can't cook to save her life

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

a long list of ex lovers - open to multiple. she's not really a relationship gal, so a string of former lovers, some ended fine, other's maybe not come little witches - open to 5. the large group of 6 all banded together to rent out a townhouse to all live together. they're very much like a family, full of love- but not without their problems i love you, i'm sorry - open to 1. the deeply romantic connection mentioned above. the one and only real serious relationship she's ever had. she loved this person so deeply, but she couldn't handle that. she pushed this person away, did everything she could to hurt them. can fully be plotted and developed, but angst is a must misc. - just casual but fun friends- maybe they go out drinking & partying together, enemies- she can be bitchy she would definitely have some, current flings, maybe even some of her cousins (blood cousins would need to be argentinian, but non-blood cousins can be any race)

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

The Pupa’s Another Big Day

The Pupa was resting on his bed while Korvo and Terry were busy. Then, he sees the bottle.

Pupa: Oooh. drinks the serum Aaah.

Suddenly, the Pupa started to grow larger as he grew spikes on his back and sharp teeth underneath his mouth as he starts to grow scared.

Pupa: crying Korvo! Terry!

Terry: Hmm? Pupa?

Korvo: Aw, must’ve want to watch Moana. suddenly hears walls creaking Wait a minute! Something is wrong! grabs Terry

Once the two adults made to the living room, they gasp at the Pupa’s growing size and he starts crying.

Terry: Oh no! Pupa! It’s gonna be okay. Oh my God, what do we Korv? What did you do wrong? What I do wrong?! What did we do wrroooonnnnggg! No-ho-ho-ho!

Korvo: I-I don’t know. How could this even happen to our little Pupa!

Terry: Don’t worry Pupa, everything’s gonna be okay. We’ll get everything you need. Come on Korvo!

Once Korvo and Terry let the living room frantically, Pupa started growling and roars very loudly that the lights went out in every neighborhood.

Neighbors: screaming

Giant Pupa: Roar!

The Pupa busts through the wall as he heads towards town. Yumyulack and Jesse, who were just waking home from school, saw the people in shock and horror was they watch the Pupa making his way through town, roaring. The two replicants look at each other and then hugged in fear.

Yumyulack and Jesse: Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!

Terry: Pupa! We’re here and we got everything that you li-

Korvo: Oh my God! The Pupa! Where the fuck is the Pupa?!

Jesse: He’s heading towards town.

Terry: Oh my fucking God! Our sweet little Pupa is in trouble! And we don’t know where he is in town!

Korvo: crying Not our sweet innocent Pupa!

Jesse: Our little bro is a giant! I can’t believe it! crying

Yumyulack: Why is this happening to us? The Pupa is our baby of the family!

Terry: I know! But, now he’s in big big big trouble again. Pupa! Where are you?!

Korvo: Pupa, where the bullocks are you?!

Jesse: Pupa! Where are you?! Pupa!

Yumyulack: Come out wherever you are! Pupa!

The entire family breaks down in tears as they hug each other, worrying about the Pupa’s safety. The Solar Opposites then got in the car and started driving around town, looking for the Pupa.

Solar Opposites: Pupa? Where are you?! Pupa, we miss you so fucking much! Where are you our little baby boy? Pupppaaaa! Come back here! We miss you! crying

Suddenly, the family heard a roaring in the distance, which belongs to the Pupa.

Korvo: Over there!

Yumyulack and Jesse: Pupa!

Terry quickly drives the family over and sees the Pupa taking apart a billboard with Baby Shark on it.

Giant Pupa: Baby Shark!

Solar Opposites: Aaaawwwww.

Terry: That’s so cute.

Jesse: Isn’t that adorable?

Yumyulack: Yeah.

Korvo: All the Pupa wanted was just look around. Isn’t that fucking sweet?

Jesse: Yeah.

Suddenly, a giant grenade appear and it shock the Pupa, which caused him to drop the billboard.

Giant Pupa: Ow!

Solar Opposites: screaming as they ran away for safety from the falling billboard as it collapsed

Giant Pupa: Wwwwaaaaaaahhhhhhh! giant tears fall out of his eyes

The people ran away in fear from the giant tears. The Solar Opposites look at their crying Pupa, but grew enraged once they saw the people who shoot the grenade.

Jesse: Hey! Those bastards shocked our Pupa and him cry!

Terry: Those motherfucking assholes! Nobody shocks our Pupa with a giant grenade and gets away with it!

Korvo: Alright fuckers! It’s so fucking on!

Yumyulack: I’ll take care of them! You guys take care of the Pupa!

The Solar Opposites quickly sprang into action as the Pupa continue to cry. Yumyulack then sees the guy who shot the grenade and begins to fight with them while controlling his inner beast.

Yumyulack: growls as his eyes start to glow but manages to calm down as the glow disappears Keep it together Yumyulack! The Pupa needs you, and so does your family. Let’s fight! Bitches!

As Yumyulack fights off the four goons, Jesse got on the Pupa and starts to sooth him.

Jesse: There there, Pupa. We’re here for you. Your family is gonna take great care for you.

Korvo: Pupa! Look what Terry and I got for you!

Terry: It’s you favorite stuff teddy bear, Mr. Fuzzlbuttons! presses the tummy that plays music

Giant Pupa: crying Huh? dries his tears Fuzzlebuttons?

Terry: That’s right Pupa. It’s okay. Your family is here.

The Pupa began to calm down as it grows back to his original size and got his teddy bear as Terry picks him up.

Terry: Pupa!

Korvo: Oh Pupa! Thank goodness you’re okay! Everything’s gonna be okay!

Jesse: There’s the Pupa we know and love! kisses him on the cheek multiple times

Yumyulack: comes down with the goons he tied up while doing a Wonder Woman pose

Korvo: sigh What a showoff.

Yumyulack: Pupa? Oh thank goodness you’re okay.

Korvo: Group hug time! And it has to last forty-five seconds or we’re starting over!

The Solar Opposites embrace their Pupa and each other with tears of joy in their eyes as they smile. The group hug ended as the Solar Opposites looks at the goons in disgust and outrage over what they did to the Pupa.

Goon #4: What the fuck are you looking at?!

Korvo: growls as he kicks in the goon in the balls Fuck you, you goddamn cunt! Nobody hurts our little pupa!

Terry: Yeah Korvo! Dab it!

Pupa: Yay! Korvo!

Yumyulack: Alright Korvo!

Jesse: Yeah! When you messed one of the Solar Opposites, you mess with us!

Terry: Stay away from our kids you bitch, cause you dare lay one finger on Yumyulack, Jesse and/or the Pupa, venom in his voice you got another thing coming!

Korvo: Come on team! Let’s get the hell outta here before the cops show up!

As for the goons, they are about to have some huge trouble once they see an angry mob of mall customers staring at them in disgust, believing this whole thing was an attempt child murder for the Pupa.

Customer #1: Dude, what the fuck?

Costumer #2: Were they trying to murder a kid?

Stacy K: You bastards!

Marie: What the fuck? That thing is just a baby!

Principal Cooke: Let’s get ‘em, guys!

The costumers swarm around the goons as they beat him up. Later, the Solars head home after a trip to Wendy’s, but are now exhausted.

Terry: yawns Well, I better go to my room, before I transformed and figure out how to get that nose off of me.

Korvo: We did a great job today team. Let’s get some rest.

The family heads inside with Korvo putting the Pupa to bed. But then, Jesse sees a glowing pink lipstick in her makeup set and gasp.

Jesse: Hmm.

[dontyoufinditstrange]

The Lumineers Lyrics That Alter My Brain Chemistry

Flowers In Your Hair

"romanticized the time i saw flowers in your hair" "it takes a boy to live, it takes a man to pretend he was there" "its a long road to wisdom, but its a short one to being ignored" "be in my eye, be in my heart" "so now i think that i could love you back, and i hope its not too late cause you're so attractive" "cause it takes a man to live, it takes a woman to make him compromise"

Classy Girls

"classy girls dont kiss in bars you fool" "i belied it was as if something drew me closer to her lips"

Submarines

"no one knows the truth" "if it was a bigger fire i would be on the roof"

Dead Sea

"new york had lied to me, i needed the truth" "and i don't gamble, but if i did, i would bet on us" "you'll never sink when you are with me" "i was born to be your dead sea" "you told me you were good at running away" "would you stay with me? would you stay the night?"

Ho Hey

"i belong with you, you belong with me" "love, we need it now"

Slow It Down

"i feel a filth in my bones" "the walls they're closing in with velvet curtains" "some love was made for the lights, some kiss your cheek and goodnight" "act like you've been here before" "these boys are out for blood tonight" "and when she stood she stood tall. she'll make a fool of you all" "she ain't got nothing left for you" "and when it came to love, we were not good enough" "only love can dig you out of this"

Stubborn Love

"she'll lie and steal and cheat and beg you from her knees. make you think she means it this time" "she'll tear a hole in you, the one you can't repair" "but i still love her i don't really care" "its better to feel pain than nothing at all" "the opposite of love's indifference" "i'm standing on your porch screaming out" "and i don't blame you dear for running like you did all these years" "i never trusted my own eyes" "keep your head up, keep your love"

Big Parade

"and the beauty queens with the white gloves all sick from the night clubs, they wave with pageantry" "the violent men who dance the blood ballet" "there's hell to pay and hell to raise" "torn between romance and jesus" "burn the car and save the plates" "she's arrived, my saving grace"

Charlie Boy

"love should make you feel good" "and sons rebelled while fathers yelled and mothers clutched the cross"

Flapper Girl

"cut off all of your hair, did you flinch did you care?" "i'll never leave you again" "would you write would you call back baby if i wrote you a song?" "i need you at home" "lovers come, lovers go, lovers leave me alone, she'll come back to me"

Morning Song

"all i tend to do is think of you" "when all the trains have pulled away from local stations in decay, its i who waits, its you who's late again" "did you think of me when you made love to him? was it the same as us? or was it different? it must have been" "when they go, they're gone, they're not running late" "its a shame that it ends this way, with nothing left to say" "when my hands begin to shake, when bitterness is all i taste, and my car won't stop cause i cut the brakes, i hold on to a hole in my fate" "may you return to love one day" "i hope and i pray that you get what you gave"

[sosos-adventures]

General impressions about Vietnam so far:

1: the traffic. People mostly get around by using a scooter. They sont care about crosswalks, the mostly care about traffic lights though. But if you cross a road and a scooter wants to turn right, they will. So alway look out for them. To survive, just confidently cross the road and NEVER walk backwards. So as a pedestrian its ok to get along. Biking in big cities I would not recommend. In smaller cities like Hoi An it works quite well. Just go with the flow, dont hesitate and just bike confidently enough to seem like you know what you are doing. Funfact: our bikes here in Hoi An dont really have breaks. So having to suddenly stop because a scooter is crossing your way is not as easy and probably looks super funny to our surrounding.

2: traffic part 2. When checking google maps, you can see that distances like 30km take over an hour by car/bus. The roadnetwork is not as good as others and generally there is so mich traffic that there is no chance to get somehwere fast. Sadly there are also almost no local buses to find online. If you plan on visiting cool sightseeing spots like My Son for example, you have to book an "expensive" shuttle. Tahts how we lost a lot of money already. Also in Vietnam google maps doesnt have the symbol for bikes. Instead you see the symbol for motorbikes. So whenever we take the bike we have no idea how long we actually need to get from A to B.

3: Dogs everywhere. No matter where you go, in every street you can find some dogs. Not the bigger ones. Usually there are many smaller dogs. We dont know if they are stray dogs or belong to someone. Its really interesting to see how they behave so differently based on the city. In Mui Ne for example the dogs were super protective about their street and barked a lot. In Hoi An there are so many dogs but they dont bark, they dont run around mich. They just sit in their street and look at us. We thought people might drug them so they are calm.

4: trash. We knew that visiting an asian country will be very different to what we are used to when it comes to trash. People use plastuc bags for EVERYTHING. Even the tiniest thing comes with a plastic bag. The streets have lots of garbage bags around and trash at the sidewalks which isnt that bad actually. More frustrating is the fact that novody seems to care about what happens with the trash. In Hoi An every night people sell little paper lanterns with candles in it to the tourist to put them in the river for some nice light shows. They burn down and float with the river somewhere or are washed up. Also whats up with these trash cans here in Ho An? Just for tourists?

5: restaurants. There are so many touristic places you can eat food. More expensive ones and cheaper ones where apparently locals also eat. We tried some different kinds of restaurants and usually they serve all types of food. From local disheds to american burgers, italian pizza etc. Even the smalles resgaurants have a huge variety of food. How do they prepare all of these different types of food in just one small kitchen? Still strabge to us. But at least we are getting better at finding cheap restaurants to eat at where they serve lots of local dishes to try for just 2-3€ a meal. Sadly most of the food is not vegetarian. It tastes really good but its hard to find veggie meals.

6: healthy stomach: the myth about ice cubes and raw veggies. I have been to Asia before and learned not to drink tap water, drinks with ice in it, nor to eat raw veggies or salad. We were super careful the first 3 days and kept seeing other tourists eating salad, veggies and drinking the water they offer you in the restaurant. Google told us that its safe to drink drinks with ice cubes that have a hole in it because they are manifactured. On our day trip to the Mekong Delta we met 2 other Germans who told us that they so far have eaten and drunk everytjing without any consequences. So now we are starting to relax a little more and risk it. Lets see how that will go.

[borednwritin9]

The Basement

*Trigger warnings: murder, suicide, torture, runaway children, abuse*

The June family was known to be the happiest household on the cul-de-sac. A traditional Christian household with their daughter as the local school’s cheer captain and their son leaving the house in just a few weeks for college on a football scholarship, Mr. and Mrs. June couldn’t be more proud of their kids. It was the last day of summer and Kelsy June was planning on going to a blowout party alongside his sister to celebrate the beginning of a new school year, or at least this is what they told their parents.

“You have everything packed?” whispered Elise to her brother through their shared vent. This is how they’ve been communicating for years since they found out about their parent’s actions. 

“Yep, just writing the note”, Kelsy whispered back. 

“Ok, meet me at the spot”, she replied and the boy heard his sister close her door and leave. 

Once finished with the letter, Kelsy placed the note on his freshly made bed and went to his closet to grab his backpack. He rushed outside to meet his sister in his new wood-panel Ford station wagon, parked down the road. Elise was already waiting inside the car for her brother, she was looking down and fidgeting with her hands. 

She was only 11 when she found out what was going on with her parents. Kelsy and Elise always believed their parents to be too perfect to be true, and they were right. Growing up, William and Sonya June only had one rule for their kids, never go in the basement. They never did, until one night, when Kelsy went to the kitchen to get water and heard sounds from below.

“I know you’re scared Else, but it’s what's best for us, for Joan. We’re going to go get help and they’ll save her”.

Even though Kelsy was the one who found her, he always had been calmer when discussing Joan with his sister. The older of the two finally put the keys in the ignition and started to drive the car down the road, away from their home, away from their worst fear for the past 5 years.

William June had just finished another session in the basement with Joan. His wife was sitting at the dining table with a cup of tea in her hands. 

“How is she?” Sonya asked her husband melancholically, who was washing blood, which didn’t belong to him, off his hands.

“Why do ya’ care so much about her!” William responded with his strong southern accent. “She was a mistake, one that caused you pain. So much that you almost died giving birth to that freak!”

“She’s still my daughter!” Mrs. June was now yelling, something she never did. 

“Yea, yours! Not mine! I will never consider her to be my child! I only have 2 children, who are gone!” It had been two months since Kelsy and Elise ran away. Sonya found the note her son had written on his bed, explaining that they knew about their older sister and the horrendous things their parents had done to her. William heard Sonya’s screams and rushed upstairs to ho his wife’s aid, still covered in Joan’s blood. He inflicted more pain that night forward than he ever had before.

A loud knocking noise interrupted their arguing and Mrs. June went to open the door, where a set of cops were waiting. 

“Mrs. Sonya June, we have the warrant to search your house”, said one of the police with a stern, unemotional voice.

“Uh, um, of course, come in”, she stuttered through and move slightly to let the cops through. They search through the two top floors of the house and luckily for Sonya, her husband was in the shower. Once finished, they were about to leave, when they heard a loud noise from underneath. One that sounded like a scream. The cops rushed to a door that they were told was a closet and entered down to the basement, where the most horrific thing they’ll ever witness was. 

A young adult woman was tied to a chair. She was too small and skinny to be considered healthy, with bones sticking out of her ribs, and blood dripping out of her nose and ears. Her arms and legs were so bruised that they made her limbs look pure blue. Her hair was shaven in certain spots, giving a messy polka-dot pattern on her scalp. She only had one tooth in her mouth, because the rest were stabbed into her chest to appear like a necklace. Horrified, the cops rushed up the stairs to arrest the June couple, but before they could, they found Sonya and William June hanging each by a rope around their necks, hand in hand, dead.

[ourshineeshrine]

My Number One Fan

Chapter 23 Pairing: JongKey Word Count: 4,612 Summary: Kibum goes to the same, run-down bar every week to watch the man of his affections sing his heart out with a mere guitar for company. He wasn’t expecting the coffee, nor the beautiful personality within the singer. And he definitely wasn’t expecting to fall in love.

A/N: this chapter seems a little boring, idk? it all heats up next chapter though so wooo! for now, enjoy <3

Soon enough Wednesday had arrived, and for the first time in a short while Kibum found himself sitting in the dance room with both Taemin and Minho at lunchtime. Minho had looked the upmost relieved when Kibum had told him that he’d made up with Taemin, but that didn’t stop the awkward aura from lingering around Minho as he interacted with Taemin for the first time since the incident in the hallway.

It was more than obvious to observe that the two hadn’t spoken about what had transpired that day, but Kibum decided against bringing it up, and tried desperately to talk about the things that were going on in his life instead. And well, according to both Taemin and Minho, that meant Jonghyun.

“Have you two screwed yet?” had been the first question Taemin had asked, leaning forward devilishly in an attempt to read Kibum’s expression. The hesitation Kibum had in replying was all he needed as a response. The first year sniggered wildly whilst shooting Kibum scandalous looks, nudging Minho in the ribs as though it was the most amusing thing he’d ever heard. “That’s nasty, Kibum.”

Kibum stuttered. “N-No, we haven’t! We haven’t gone that far yet…I was just shocked by the question.”

“But you’ve done something along those lines, right?” Taemin was hitting the nail on the head, but Kibum merely shrugged and looked away.

“Who cares about that?” he replied, a bright crimson adorning him cheeks.

Minho and Taemin chortled loudly, shooting Kibum the most suggestive looks they could muster. Astounded by their immaturity (and adorableness, but he wouldn’t admit that aloud), Kibum could only roll his eyes and attempt to change the subject. Before he could speak up however, Minho was doing it for him.

“Actually, Kibum,” he began, in between his bouts of laughter. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Hm?”

Shyness and uncertainty weaved its way into Minho’s expression, and he took one last deciding breath before speaking what was on his mind. “Well…Since you two are so close and all…I was thinking that maybe you could set me up on a date with Amber? Or something?”

Kibum blinked before turning his head in astonishment to gauge Taemin’s reaction. He could tell that the younger boy was trying as hard as he could to keep a straight, interested face, but the faint furrows between his brows told Kibum that he felt otherwise. Jealousy burned behind his eyes, and Kibum took note of the way his fists clenched tightly at the fabric of his pants.

“Oh…Right.” Kibum spoke, biting his bottom lip awkwardly. “Look, Minho…It’s just that Amber doesn’t normally like people or wanna date them like that, y’know? She’s not into all that serious stuff and she probably wouldn’t stay committed. I don’t want you going down that black hole, Minho.”

It was true, certainly. For as long as he’d known Amber (which was quite a while), he’d never actually seen her in a serious relationship. Sure, she’d done a bit of mucking around but labelling someone as her boyfriend or girlfriend? It would probably be a few more years until any of that sort happened. Maybe he would have tried to set them up if the circumstances had been a little different. But Taemin had a huge crush on Minho and it was safe to say that Kibum would rather see those two together than Minho and Amber. And he definitely didn’t want to see Taemin’s heart breaking when the object of his affections ditched him for a girl because God knows that Kibum knew how that felt.

Taemin’s shoulders visibly sagged in relief and Minho sighed deeply in disappointment. “I figured that.” he replied, and Kibum was again reminded of how amazingly understanding Minho was. “Oh well, I suppose. It was worth a try.”

Kibum smiled grimly and patted Minho’s shoulder. “It’s alright, buddy. There’s plenty of other people out there who are worth your time. You just gotta open your frog-like eyes a little wider.”

“Oi!” laughed Minho, which was followed by a loud snort from Taemin.

“Don’t mock his eyes, Kibum. He gets a little defensive about resembling an amphibian.”

Laughing out loud, Kibum turned to face Minho with fake apology swimming in his eyes. “Sorry, Kermit. It won’t happen again.”

Minho’s mouth dropped in disbelief and Taemin squealed in amusement, and Kibum had never been so glad to be reunited with his friends once again. But, bladder was calling, and so regrettably Kibum dismissed himself to go use the bathroom. “I’ll be right back, guys.”

Upon Kibum’s departure, the attention was focused solely on Minho and Taemin, where Minho was regarding the first year with caution and concern. An awkward silence lingered in the air and Taemin’s gaze was directed at only the floor beneath him. “So um, Taem…you know about what I overheard the other day, about Kai? You know you can tell me about that, right? We’re best friends. I don’t want you thinking that you can’t trust me or tell me things that might be worrying you.”

For a few moments Taemin remained silent before reluctantly lifting his gaze to meet Minho’s. His mouth felt dry and his throat tight, but he recalled what Kibum had told him about Minho’s kindness and understanding. Taemin knew that. Of course he did. Minho was easily the purest and most loyal person Taemin had ever known. And so because of that, it was with a little hesitation that Taemin began confessing what had happened back then with Kai.

“It’s true.” he began. “I-I did kiss Kai. I guess I had a little crush on him, I don’t know. I thought he liked me too, to be honest. That’s why I did it. But um…” Taemin worried his lip and subconsciously picked at his fingernails. “He didn’t feel the same, obviously. He punched me, left and never really spoke to me again. He just told everyone in my year level that I was disgusting and gay—But I’m not! Just so you know, I’m not gay. I just liked him. That’s all, I swear.”

“Taemin…” spoke Minho softly. “Even if you were gay, you know I wouldn’t give a shit right? Kibum’s gay and I don’t treat him any different.”

Taemin nodded. “I know that! But I’m really not gay, okay? I’d tell you if I thought I was. You really don’t think it’s disgusting?”

Minho leant forward to ruffle Taemin’s hair. “Never, Taeminnie. I just think that Kai is a real fucking jerk and that I should go beat him up right now.”

“No!” Taemin laughed. “Don’t do that, please! It’ll probably make it even worse.”

“Alright…If you say so. Ah, Taemin, you’re seriously awesome. I’m so glad you’re my best friend.”

A barely noticeable blush coloured Taemin’s cheeks and he grinned giddily. “Same here…Kermit.”

Jonghyun laid on his bed sloppily, scrolling through his twitter feed and laughing quietly to himself every so often at an amusing meme which had appeared. Being an aspiring musician who only works Sundays and doesn’t go to university (which Jonghyun wasn’t sure if he regretted quite yet), it was obvious to see that Jonghyun had plenty of time on his hands to simply lounge around at home and do nothing. Seodam had been trying to convince him to get out of the house more often with a gym membership or a part time job, but it wasn’t as though he had any bills to pay and staying at home all day was more than okay to Jonghyun.

A steady knock sounded at his bedroom door, and Jonghyun hummed loudly in response. The door creaked open and Seodam popped her head around the corner, smiling slyly at Jonghyun’s figure. “Hello, brother.”

Jonghyun looked up from his phone and greeted his sister with a frown. “Hello? Back from work already?”

The medical student laughed and gestured to her watch. “Jonghyun, it’s already four o’clock.”

“Oh. Well was it fun then?”

Seodam grinned mischievously, walking in and taking a seat on Jonghyun’s desk chair. “I guess so…But I’m sure it wasn’t as fun as what transpired here on Sunday night, right?”

It took a while for the words to process in Jonghyun’s head, but once they had he choked loudly on his spit and regarded Seodam with large, worried eyes. “W-What the heck are you talking about?”

“Oh, Hyun-ah…Darling…You know what I’m talking about.”

Jonghyun casually shrugged his shoulders and returned his gaze back to the screen of his phone. “No, actually. I’m afraid I don’t.”

His mother had joined them now, and was leaning against the doorframe with an uncharacteristically evil smile adorning her expression. Jonghyun shifted nervously in his position on the bed, and felt his cheeks automatically flush red in embarrassment. The two females shared a strange look and Jonghyun attempted as best as he could to simply ignore them. That proved a lot harder than it seemed when Seodam started speaking once again.

“Need me to jog your memory? I think it went something like…” her voice lifted in pitch, and she gripped a nearby pillow tightly in her grasp with eyes clenched shut. “Ngh—Kibum!”

Jonghyun picked up the cushion beneath him and tossed it roughly at his sister. “What the fuck, shut up, Seodam! Why do you sound like a ten year old girl, anyway?”

Seodam threw her arms up in surrender. “Hey! Don’t blame me, I’m just copying what I heard. Sorry to break it to you, buddy, but that’s literally how you sounded. And mum, tell your son off please. He threw a pillow at me for no reason.”

“I had plenty of reason! Frickin’ hell, you’re so immature. Get lost.”

His cheeks were practically crimson now, and Jonghyun refused to make any sort of eye contact with his mother who had witnessed the whole conversation. Had he seriously sounded like that? Jonghyun had honestly never felt so humiliated in his entire life. The topic of sex was already embarrassing enough, but for his family to have heard him? At that moment Jonghyun was seriously contemplating curling up into a ball and dying beneath his duvet.

“Seodam, stop hassling your brother. And Jonghyun, stop throwing pillows around.” his mother laughed, moving to leave the room with a departing wink. “Oh, and maybe make sure we’re not home next time you decide to…get frisky.”

Jonghyun groaned loudly in aggravation. “Frisky? Are you kidding me? This family sucks.”

Still seated in the desk chair, Seodam chuckled good-naturedly. “Calm down, we’re just messing with you, Hyun-ah. But seriously, how was it? Did Kibum enjoy it?”

Deadpan, Jonghyun simply stared at Seodam in disbelief. “We are not having this conversation right now.”

“Oh yes we are, buddy. I know you’re not very experienced in that department so tell me, did Kibum enjoy it? That’s very important in a relationship, y’know.”

“What the heck do you know about my experience…” he muttered quietly, before simply rolling his eyes and answering the question at hand. “And I’m not sure? I’m pretty sure he did. You tell me. You were the one listening in, after all.”

Poking her tongue out playfully, Seodam offered a simple shrug in response to Jonghyun’s accusations. “Don’t go kink shaming me, buddy. Now listen here, I’ve dealt with a lot of guys like Kibum before and let me tell you, I know what they like—“

Jonghyun had honest to God never been so lost for words in his entire life. Here his sister was, sitting on his chair, and trying to give him sex advice nonetheless. “—Seodam, in case you’ve forgotten I too am I guy. I’m pretty sure I know what they like.”

“It’s different when there’s two people.”

“If I want sex advice, I’ll just go watch porn or something. No offence, but this isn’t the type of thing you want to hear from your sister.”

Seodam’s jaw dropped and she shook her head ferociously before diving onto the bed beside Jonghyun. “Nope, nope, nope! Don’t you know porn is a bunch of bullshit? Hearing this from your sister is better than gaining some shitty unrealistic advice from porn. You don’t have anything better to do, so I’m going to tell you everything I know. I am a doctor after all—“

“But you’re a med student?” frowned Jonghyun.

“Hush, child. Same thing. Wow, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Me neither.”

Seodam continued speaking as though Jonghyun had never said anything. “You’re all grown up now…” She wiped away some fake tears from the corner of her eyes. “Now, Jonghyun. When two people – in your case, two handsome fellas – like each other very much, they can decide to take the next step in their relationship.”

Jonghyun whinged loudly and buried his face into a nearby pillow. He just hoped to God this conversation wasn’t going to last much longer. It did.

The following day eventually arrived, and found Kibum leaving his classroom with a relieved sigh at the prospect of school finishing. He’d barely even made it to his locker when his phone started to ring, but answered immediately upon seeing Jonghyun’s contact flashing on the screen.

“Hello!” he sang into the phone, placing his books away nonchalantly.

“Hi, babe.” came Jonghyun’s response, equally as, if not even more happy than Kibum. “Just wondering if you could come over today…I have a surprise.”

Kibum’s mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and he paused for a few seconds to think. “Yeah, I should be able to. Is um…your family home?”

A laugh sounded from the other side of the line. “Not that sort of surprise, Key. Just hurry over, alright?”

Flushing pink, Kibum could somehow just feel that Jonghyun was winking mischievously as he spoke. “Um, sure? I’ll be there soon.”

“Great! See you soon, Kibum!” And then the line was cut off, and Kibum was left to stand confusedly in the corridor. How on earth was he meant to get there? Jonghyun hadn’t even offered to pick him up.

Kibum frowned. Was he supposed to just call a taxi or something? He willed his forming anger to calm down by concluding that the surprise would be worth it. Taxis from here probably weren’t even expensive, anyway. But before he could ponder the idea of calling one for much longer, a voice sounded from behind him.

“Hey, Kibum?” It was Minho.

“Hm?”

Minho pulled his keys from his pocket and jangled them around, and all of a sudden Taemin too was by their side. “Jonghyun told me to drop you at his house. And I’m dropping Taemin home as well, so he’ll be coming with us.”

Kibum sighed in relief. “For a second I thought he’d left me to fend for myself.”

“C’mon, Kibum…This is Jonghyun we’re talking about. The sappiest guy on the planet.” Minho chuckled.

“Okay fine, you’re right. We should go, he was really impatient on the phone.”

Taemin wiggled his brows and nudged Kibum impishly in the ribs. “Impatient to fuck?”

Jaw dropping, Kibum slapped Taemin over the head. “No, you little shit. And don’t swear.”

“Says you, ya hypocrite.”

Kibum rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t forget that I’m older than you. You’re still a fetus.”

With a loud chuckle, Minho nodded in agreement and mussed Taemin’s hair so it stuck up cutely at the edges. Taemin crossed his arms over his chest and attempted to look tough instead, but it was clear to see that his heart was fluttering from Minho’s display of affection.

“Thanks for the ride, Minho! I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” spoke Kibum in farewell as he left the car, waving over his shoulder enthusiastically as the two younger boys drove off.

Upon their departure, Kibum turned towards Jonghyun’s house and breathed deeply before heading towards the front door. His confusion and nerves for the impending surprise were immediately quelled as the door swung open to reveal an overly excited Seodam. “Hey, Kibum! Hurry up and get in here, Jonghyun’s getting impatient.”

A wide, eager smile beamed over Kibum’s face and he jogged the last few steps towards the house with a bounce in his step. “Sorry!” he laughed, immediately being pulled into the woman’s tight embrace.

“I didn’t get to talk to you on Sunday night,” she pouted. “You were too…preoccupied elsewhere.”

Kibum flushed a dark red. “Oh…R-Right. Well um, anyway…Where’s Jonghyun?”

Laughing, Seodam opened the door wider to let Kibum in and gestured at Jonghyun who was standing in the hall. Jonghyun beamed and quickly scurried over to where his boyfriend and sister were standing, greeting the former with a quick kiss. “Close your eyes.”

“O…kay?” giggled Kibum, closing his eyes softly and allowing his hands to be grabbed and lead forward by Jonghyun.

“And no peaking!”

He nodded. “Gotcha.”

Kibum shuffled along awkwardly, making sure to not trip or knock his arms against anything in a house that wasn’t his own. His mind attempted to guess just what Jonghyun would be surprising him with, but other than a possible present his mind came to an abrupt halt. “Is it a present?” he muttered, mostly to himself.

Jonghyun chuckled and he might’ve been shaking his head but Kibum couldn’t tell. “Not quite. But I still think you’ll like it very much. Alright, we’re here. Keep your eyes closed, ‘Bummie.”

The sound of a door opening sounded and Jonghyun led him through said door, all the while keeping a firm grip on Kibum’s hand. The door shut behind them and Kibum was vaguely aware that they were in Jonghyun’s bedroom, but pushed the memories of what had happened last time they were there out of his head.

“Okay, Kibum. Open your eyes.”

His eyelids fluttered open and it took Kibum a while for his sight to focus, but once he’d regained his bearings a loud squeal immediately escaped his lips.

Jonghyun smiled widely at his reaction. “She’s a bit tired because it’s the first day she’s been here, but yeah. I got a puppy. Kibum, meet Roo. Roo, meet Kibum.”

A small dachshund puppy sat curled up on Jonghyun’s bed, chest moving up and down steadily as she slept. Kibum excitedly sat down on the bed beside Roo and gently ran his fingers through her soft fur, looking back at Jonghyun with a smile which made the singer’s heart skip a beat at the mere sight.

“I swear she was awake like a minute ago…Sorry.”

Kibum gently shook his head. “It doesn’t matter, just look how adorable she is. Did you get her today?”

“Yep! Seodam picked her up after work as a surprise for me…I’ve been asking for a puppy for a while now, actually. But dogs aren’t that cheap and we never really found the time to go and buy one. Do you like her?”

Face lighting up, Kibum nodded vehemently. “She’s the best! You’re so lucky…” He grinned wistfully and lifted Roo into his lap, placing a peck on the dachshund’s small snout. Her eyes were open now and instinctively her tail began to wag, giving Kibum’s hand a happy lick.

“Well actually…I was thinking that we could kind of raise her together? She would stay here, obviously, but we can take her for walks together and play with her like a little family…” Kibum was silent and Jonghyun hurriedly exclaimed, “Only if you want to of course! I mean…she already likes you a lot!”

Kibum gently placed Roo back on the bed and stood up, walking over to Jonghyun determinedly before abruptly wrapping the older man in a tight hug. “Of course I want to, you idiot. This is the best surprise I’ve ever gotten.” He pulled away slightly to instead kiss Jonghyun deeply. “I’ve always wanted a dog, but my parents are never home so y’know… it’s a little hard. You’re amazing.”

“To be honest, I would have penned you as a cat person.” spoke Jonghyun with a fond smile, gently tracing his thumb over Kibum’s cheekbone.

Pretending to gag, Kibum shook his head. “As if. I’m dating you for a reason, aren’t I?”

Jonghyun pulled Kibum closer for another kiss, humming against the other boy’s mouth. “Touché. Rude, but touché. Should we feed Roo and then maybe take her for a walk? I think she’s old enough...”

“Okay!” Kibum cheered, pulling away from Jonghyun to instead lift Roo into his arms. “Do you have a leash for her already?”

“Eager are we? And yeah, it’s in the lounge room I think…We’ll give her something to eat first though. How much are puppies meant to have?”

Kibum laughed and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I don’t know. Maybe just ask Seodam or look it up on the internet…”

Laughing, Jonghyun felt himself relieved to know that Kibum was just as new to all this as he was. “Okay, okay…Bring your school bag and we’ll head towards your house.”

“Alright, be right back!”

Moments later, Roo was fed (thanks to Seodam’s help), her leash was attached, and Kibum and Jonghyun were out of the house, making their way towards the end of Jonghyun’s street. Their hands twined together with Roo’s lead squished between them, and they walked in a comfortable silence until reaching the main road. “Did you know Taemin likes Minho?” questioned Kibum out of the blue, knowing quite well the answer was no.

“Well I do now…But Minho doesn’t swing that way, right?”

Kibum looked in thought momentarily. “That’s what I was thinking too but…I don’t want poor Taemin suffering, y’know? So we gotta stay hopeful for now.”

Jonghyun nodded. “We’ll be the best wingmen ever.”

Roo was slugging along slowly, at times either stopping completely in the middle of the footpath or racing ahead so that Jonghyun and Kibum were forced to run with her.

“We should ask each other questions or something.” spoke Kibum suddenly, once Roo had calmed down a bit and was trotting along at an even pace. “I feel like I don’t know enough about you yet.”

“True…We dived into this relationship kind of fast, didn’t we?”

Nodding, Kibum gave Jonghyun’s hand a firm squeeze. “But I don’t regret it. I just want to learn more about you, so I’ll go first. What’s your…worst fear?”

“Worst fear? If it’s one of those cliché truth or dare questions then I’d say something like losing my voice or people judging me for being myself but honestly…I’m more afraid of losing you and my family.” Jonghyun responded, cheeks flushing pink against the cool breeze.

Kibum nudged against him fondly. “Aren’t you a sap?”

And then Roo halted suddenly in her tracks, sitting down on the pavement and refusing to move another leg. Jonghyun sighed wearily, and gave the puppy an encouraging poke. “C’mon, Roo…We’re nearly there.” Still, she remained on the ground, looking up at Jonghyun with wide, sad puppy eyes which seemed to beg for sleep. “Do dogs seriously get tired so quickly?” Jonghyun questioned, mostly to himself, before promptly picking the puppy up and holding her like a newborn baby. “I guess I’ll have to carry her…”

“Look at these two cuties.” Kibum cooed, pulling his phone out and quickly taking a snapshot. “Geez, I love my dogs.”

Jonghyun frowned and pursed his lips. “Are you implying that I’m a dog?”

In response, Kibum simply entwined their hands once more and continued walking, mentally rolling his eyes at the fact that Jonghyun had missed the most important part of that phrase.

‘Maybe I was implying that you’re a dog…’ he thought to himself. ‘But I was also implying that I love you, idiot.’

“My go to ask a question!” Jonghyun exclaimed happily, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet yet making sure to keep Roo locked firmly in his grasp. “What’s your personal motto? Something that you always tell yourself.”

Kibum became silent in deep thought for a few moments, the sole sound of footsteps against the concrete pavement filling the empty air. “I mean…It’s not really a motto. Just kind of what I base my decisions around, I guess, but... ‘My dream isn’t to become the best. It’s to become someone who I’m not ashamed to be.’”

Instinctively, Jonghyun beamed, rubbing his thumb fondly against the back of Kibum’s hand. “I like that. That’s really nice, actually. But as a side note – you’re kind of the best, anyway.”

Good-naturedly, Kibum slapped Jonghyun’s shoulder. “Stop flirting, it’s getting you nowhere right now. Now hush, while I think of something to ask.”

“Your wish is my command, King Kibum.”

The younger of the two rolled his eyes fondly, and used his free hand to fix his wind-tousled hair. “Okay…Would you rather go into the past or the future, and why?”

“The past!” Jonghyun spoke immediately, as though it was the easiest thing he’d ever been asked. “I could go back and fix everything I did wrong in high school, I could’ve talked to you sooner, I could’ve kissed you sooner…And if I went into the future, I think I’d be scared to see something that I know I don’t want to.”

Kibum hummed in agreement. Maybe if he went into the past he’d be more careful of the string of lies he told his parents and prevent himself from being caught in positions which lead them to suspect him. And as for the future…Kibum wasn’t quite sure he wanted to see what that beheld for him. The past would definitely be a safer option. “Me too, actually. The future’s a little too wild for my liking.”

“We’re both a bunch of scaredy cats.” chuckled Jonghyun, and he could’ve sworn that Roo’s ears twitched as he said it.

“I know…But at least we can be scaredy cats together, right? Imagine dating someone who made you climb mountains on the weekends, I think I’d die.”

Jonghyun’s face dropped suddenly, and he peaked at Kibum from the corner of his eyes. “Oh…”

Mouth dropping in shock, Kibum stopped to glare at Jonghyun. “You are not a fucking mountain climber. I will dump you at this second if you are.”

His disheartened façade faltered, and Jonghyun burst out into loud laughter. “As if I’m one of those, Kibum. My legs are already getting itchy and we have literally walked like one kilometre.”

“And I’ve got a stitch.” added Kibum amusedly, resting his head on Jonghyun’s shoulder and giving Roo a gentle scratch behind the ears. Too caught up in the moment of insulting exercise and bonding over their lazy habits, Kibum and Jonghyun remained painfully unaware of the familiar white sedan which drove past in that precise moment, the driver of said car watching the two with scrutiny from his rear view mirror.

The rest of their journey to Kibum’s house passed in a warm, comforting silence, their hands not once separating until they neared the perfect, pristine structure. Kibum took Roo into his arms and kissed her lovingly on the forehead before passing her back to Jonghyun. “Hopefully you don’t die of exhaustion on the way home. Maybe I’ll buy Roo some toys or something this weekend. Are you free on Saturday?”

“Sure am.” responded Jonghyun, looking at Kibum’s house cautiously before giving Kibum a chaste peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon, alright? Take care, Key!”

“You too Jjong. And take good care of Roo!”

Jonghyun nodded happily, and waved to Kibum in farewell as the younger boy walked up towards his front door. His father was home it seemed, thought Kibum to himself, taking note of the white sedan parked neatly in their driveway. Luckily for Kibum he hadn’t done anything spontaneous enough to warrant a scolding as of late.

Well…So he thought.

[readingismyhappyplacee]

Kiss, Marry, Kill.

Summary: You go to a Halloween party where your crush happens to be, but something goes wrong.

Warnings: Foul language, suggestive themes, mentions of alcohol, and smoking. Probably 16+. 

Class just let out, the bell signalling the end of the block and the end of the day for all students. It was Friday and Y/N was exhausted. Her studies have been keeping her busy and she had little to no down time lately. Her professors non the less didn’t care that she was swamped with homework so there was absolutely no use asking for help or even for extensions. They just wouldn’t understand her struggles.

Y/N met her closest friends, Maisie and Kat at her locker, eyeing the text in the group chat that read: 

  Y/N’s locker, pronto! - Kat

She started the route to her locker. The hallway was thinning as she passed students who just wanted to get home. Some were in costumes but most were too embarrassed to wear something so obvious. She could see the top of a witch hat in the distance and laughed. Kat loved to dress up. She was extremely talented in makeup and used halloween as a chance to show off her skills on a more extreme level. Y/N and Maisie on the other hand, followed suit with the rest of the school, opting more so on earrings or a pair of animal ears. As she approached her two best friends, she could pick out the almost sinister grins on their faces. 

“What is with that look you two? What do you know that I don’t? Spill.” She said.

“Well… A little birdie told me you-know-who is gonna be at the party tonight!” Maisie answered first. Kat giggled, “we overheard in English, all his friends are going too!” She gave Maisie a glance.

“And why would that be a big deal?” Y/N teased.

“Oh come on! You’ve been in love with him forever! Don’t play dumb!”

“No I mean why would his friends be a big deal, yeah now i’m nervous, I didn’t think he would be there, I guess i’ve thought about it before but - NO MAISIE WHO IS IT NOW?” Y/N groaned. Maisie gave a small giggle. She has a tendency to move on to a different guy every month. First it was a senior that she had never talked to before, then it was a coworker at Save-on and you get the idea. Though apparently the cycle has never ended as long as Y/N knew her. Maisie  definitely had a type and stuck to it. Tall, brunette, rich and into cars. Unfortunately school doesn’t have that many of the sort to choose from.

“Let me guess Maisie, is it Ryder?”

She faked a swoon, “Oh how did you guess so easily?”

“Girl, he drives a Beamer, of course you’re into him.”

“Ha. Fair point” She shrugged.

Y/N zoned out of the conversation. All she could think about was C/N and the possibilities of what tonight would hold. Sure they’ve talked a number of times and shared a few classes, but there was no way that he harboured the same feelings. She could daydream all she wanted about him and his fluffy hair, how strong he was or how smart he was, but what is the use if he wouldn’t do the same? He’s all a girl could ask for. 

After gathering their belongings to take home for the weekend, the three friends walked to Maisie’s house to get ready for the party. The trio was extremely excited to show off their costume idea they had been brewing up for weeks. It was Kat’s idea: Kiss, Marry and Kill. Y/N was kiss, she wore a red skirt with a lace corset, red lipstick and eyeshadow (that Kat had to apply for her), a heart headband, and red lipstick marks on both cheeks, courtesy of Maisie. She looked like Valentine’s Day on the red carpet. Maisie was marry, short white dress and veil, bouquet of fireball shots on sticks, white gloves and a daring pair of heels. Kat was kill. She loved dressing in black. Her makeup was changed to black eyeshadow, eyeliner and lipstick. She wore a black strapless dress that was certainly not school appropriate. To finish it off she put fake blood along her neck to articulate a knife slash and tucked a fake plastic knife into the band of her dress. Each girl has their respective word on their chest in hopes people would understand to some degree of what they were going for.

After snapping a couple pictures for Insta later, and eating dinner, the girls hopped in a taxi to the party. 

“Who’s house is it again?” Maisie questioned, booze already in hand.

“Cash. I texted him earlier, he has a bonfire outside. Fuck we forgot chairs!” Y/N laughed at Kat’s outburst. 

The atmosphere wasn’t too cold for late October. The stars were out and the taxi passed tons of trick-or-treaters on the road. It was the perfect weather for Halloween night and the excitement only grew in Y/N’s core. She couldn’t wait to get drunk and maybe sneak a few glances at C/N. As the girls neared the party, the sound of music and partygoers could be heard and the giant bonfire blast a vibrant light against the trees surrounding the property. Y/N and her friends weren’t really dressed for a cold night, but the fire would suffice.

Thanking the taxi driver, the girls hopped out and walked down the long driveway. Y/N instantly regretted her choice of heels. When they arrived amidst the chaos, Y/N was immediately abandoned by her best friends for boys and drinks.

“Bitches.” She muttered under her breath. She found the drinks table and poured herself a cup. She grazed her eyes along the group of young people. Most were already hammered and dancing to the music. Her heart skipped a beat when she spotted C/N. He was standing with his friends wearing a Toad costume. His bare chest was out for the world to see between the character’s vest and she could feel the heat coming to her cheeks. He had a mushroom hat on to finish the simple but cute costume. She would always be able to pick him out of a crowd. Y/N was interrupted in her thoughts by a figure clad in a Starbucks uniform. 

“Hey Daniel, have you seen Kat anywhere?” She asked. Daniel slowly turned around, he was definitely drunk.

“Huh?” He managed to get out between sips. She took the cup away for a second.

“Kat? Where is she?”

“Oh hey Y/N what’s up bro, fuck I don’t know, probably over with Brad, heard they’ve been fucking. Can I have my drink back now? My song is playing.” He slurred. 

“Every song is your song.” She laughed, handing his drink back. 

Daniel walked towards the fire, leaving the girl alone again. She began looking for Brad. She knew he was one of C/N’s friends and she began to look for the group of boys again. Kat was so getting yelled at when they were both sober. She never talks about who she’s hooking up with! She quickly spotted C/N and his friends again, standing near the fire. Kat was there too, flirting with Brad in an obnoxious way. 

“Bitch! Thanks for ditching me so soon!” Y/N greeted. 

“Hey bitch! Sorry, Brad told me he brought me the good stuff!” She held up a lit joint, then passed it around the circle again. “You should join in!”

“Kat, you know I don’t smoke.”

“Fuck. Right. Sorry.” 

“Y/N are you like cupid or something?” Austen, another friend of C/N’s looked her up and down.

“No i’m supposed to be kiss, as in like, kiss marry kill, you know?”

“Ha shit that’s clever! So are you just kissing whoever tonight or do I have to cut the line?” Austen gave her a flirty smile. Shit this was awkward, C/N was literally standing right there. She glanced at him slightly before answering.

“Uh, well no, ha ha. It’s just for the pun.”

“C’mon Y/N, you’re hot, I’m hot, it’s meant to be.” He leaned down over her, and man was he close to her face.

“And you’re tits look so good in that - hey!”

“She said no Austen, back off.” C/N stepped in, forcefully pushing Austen away from the girl and out of the circle. Y/N’s dropped her drink in surprise. A couple ‘ooh’s’ could be heard from the remainder of the group. The people nearby swarmed to see what the small commotion was about. Y/N’s cheeks burned. She didn’t enjoy being the centre of attention, but at least she wasn’t cold anymore.

“Fuck off dude, she’s free reign. I don’t see no fucking boyfriend around? Huh? Is it you pretty boy? Didn’t think so. Let me have her.” Austen moved back into the circle, glaring at C/N and glancing at Y/N again. He was so intoxicated it was scaring her. She didn’t know what to say so she moved to stand with Kat a few feet farther away. 

“She said no man, leave her alone.” Ryan stepped in to help deescalate the situation. Grabbing his Austen’s shoulders and attempting to pull him towards a different area of the party. He was ashamed of his best friends behaviour. 

“I just want a fucking kiss! Hey Y/N! Meet me behind the house and we can fuck too!”

Much to Y/N’s surprise, C/N punched Austen in  the nose, knocking him to the ground. Stunned but not stopped, Austen stood up, wiped the blood from dripping into his mouth and punched C/N square in the chest, causing him to stumble backwards a few feet. Ryan quickly jumped between the two.

“Enough you little shits. Austen go clean your fucking face you look hideous.”

Angry to the boiling point, Austen stormed off to the house to use the bathroom. C/N, winded slightly, sat in a chair near the fire to calm down. Suddenly Maisie appeared to join her best friends as the crowd dispersed.

“Oh my god, Y/N what happened? We’re you hurt, I didn’t think this would involve you! I thought it was just the boys being boys again! You poor thing!” Maisie got white girl drunk, but also acted like the mom friend she usually is. 

“I’m fine Mais, really. It was C/N that got hit. Austen was not leaving me alone.”

“Oh my god you should like, totally thank him, in like, a different way, if you know what I mean!” She suggestively stated.

“Maisie now is not the time. Sorry Y/N, maybe that costume wasn’t so great after all.” Kat joined in, seemingly more sober than before. 

“I’m fine guys. I’m gonna go find him now and see if he’s alright.” Y/N brushed it off, only focused on the one boy that always consumes her thoughts. 

“Wear protection!” Maisie screamed over the sound of the music. Y/N shot her a menacing look. She found C/N in a chair at the backside of the fire, farthest away from where the quarrel occurred. Only a few people were around that area. As she approached, C/N looked up at her. 

“Hi.” He said.

“Hi. Thank you for sticking up for me. I’m not good in those types of situations and I’m glad you were there to stop him, well, sort of. Are you okay?” She glanced at his chest and then to his eyes. A quick blush adorned her face once again.

“It was nothing I promise and I’m okay, he’s not that strong anyways. Are you okay?”

“Yes. Thank god though, I really didn’t want to kiss him.” 

“Would you kiss me?”

Suddenly, the world stopped. Suddenly, there was no blasting music, or drunk people around her. Suddenly, there was no sense of hot or cold and all was forgotten about Austen. There was only her and C/N.

“What?” She breathed, mouth agape.

“Here come sit.” He patted his lap once while looking at her. She silently accepted, sitting on his lap facing him.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked politely. “I promise I’m not like that guy.”

Y/N nodded, too stunned to speak. C/N smiled down at her. He lifted her chin up with his hand and placed his lips onto hers. Y/N felt like she was on top of the moon. His lips were everything she imagined and more, but with a slight taste of the mango White Claw he was drinking previously. Holy shit this was happening. She placed her arms around his neck and silently prayed this wasn’t a dream. The kiss only broke when air was needed again. Her hands found his bare chest.

“See? I’m much more classy. A chair rather than behind a house!” He grinned, forehead against her forehead. Y/N gave him a joking slap. 

“Don’t put that idea in my head again!” She laughed. C/N gave her another peck before leaning into her ear. “You look gorgeous, by the way.” Y/N blushed instantly. 

“Thanks. Your costume is pretty cute too.” She replied.

“Had to get your attention somehow, but it happened another way instead.”

“Let’s go get another drink.” She smiled at him. She got up and C/N followed her through to the group where Y/N stopped for a moment.

“I’m not sure Kat, I think this costume was the perfect choice.” She looked at her best friend, then at C/N and smiled. She grabbed his hand and led him to the drinks table to enjoy the rest of the night together.

[elderflowergin]

2022 kdrama/movie roundup!

It was a tough year for keeping up with anything because life, toddler, etc, but here are the things I watched, in part or whole, that I remembered. Hot Takes Incoming!

Sell Your Haunted House - Jang Nara in boots. Kang Mal-geum in dark lipstick. Touching, gay, many mother issues. The girls were fantastic. The boys weren't bad.

25 21 - I was dropped back into the 90s. Surprisingly, I didn't hate it. The girls were fantastic. Na Hee-do was correct to dump Baek Yi-jin. Moon Ji-woong, perfect boy. Ji Seung-wan for PRESIDENT!

Why Her? - Someone thought it'd be a great idea to throw Seo Hyun-jin's ex-client (shudder) current-student (TRIPLE SHUDDER) Hwang In-yeop into the romance mix when billionaire CHOI YOUNG-JOON and Crown Prince Bae In-hyuk were already there. And they thought it'd be funny if Hwang In-yeop won. NO.

Eve - The superior commentary this year on the horrors of capitalism. It ends with reparations (Park Byung-eun hands over his entire empire to Seo Yeji, who promptly divests it), rich people dying in horrible ways and Seo Yeji doing the tango. Were the makjang knobs dialled up so high they're broken? Yes. Was it fun? YES, because I got to see Park Byung-eun's range, which includes Pained Hottie, and Seo Yeji running men's feet over in cars wearing couture. We can ask for no more.

Juvenile Justice - No one asked "What happens if we take three of the most charismatic working actors in Korean entertainment today and squeezed the life out of them?" But someone answered anyway.

My Liberation Notes - Lee El, a revelation. Mr Gu, a revelation when he started talking, and not the good kind.

Grid - Kim Mu-yeol. Kim Ah-joong and Jang So-yeon had a great year. I didn't understand the time thing at all. This is a me problem, but probably the only time I'll face it this year. Right? RIGHT?

Bloody Heart - Jang Hyuk has done nothing wrong, ever. The girls were fantastic. Lee Joon, I heard your script was meant for Lee Joon-hyuk. Sorry.

Pachinko - The girls were fantastic. Kim Min-ha, baby, you're gorgeous. JUNG EUN-CHAE was everything. Sorry to Lee Min-ho, who had the tough double role of acting as Ko Hansu and also like he belonged to this cast of greats.

Our Blues - Great acting, but my own blues were sufficient for me. The girls were fantastic. Unwanted to wanted pregnancy storyline: no thanks. This is a me problem, but probably the only time I'll face it this year. Right? RIGHT?

Extraordinary Attorney Woo - 75% love; 25% NOT THIS AGAIN.

Little Women - The girls were fantastic. I ran out of air by this point in the year. I'll come back for you, gothic interior design, poison orchids, and Song Joong-ki in the best role he's played all year!

Through the Darkness - Almost too many twirling moustache psychos and dead girls. I did it for Kim Nam-gil because he's so pretty in this and in case it wasn't abundantly clear by now, I don't think with my brain. The lone living girl - Kim So-jin - was fantastic. Jin Seon-kyu, well-adjusted stealth hottie!

Reborn Rich - Samsung owes Lee Sung-min its entire semiconductor business as @rain-hat said. Lee Sung-min owes me reparations for making me watch this show for him primarily (secondarily Park Hyuk-kwon, Kim Shin-rok, Park Ji-hyun and Kim Nam-hee for their acting; Kim Young-jae because he is THE DILF). I'm manifesting NO TIMESLIPS in 2023 dramas.

Under the Queen's Umbrella - Kim Hye-soo pushing up her hanbok sleeves to carry babies and do embroidery should be projected onto my tombstone unto eternity. The girls were fantastic. And I know this is unusual, so bear with me, but: the boys? FANTASTIC ALSO.

Movies:

Vikram - Fahaadh Faasil, my thoughts are nasty and you don't want to hear them. The girls might have been fantastic had they been permitted to live and not be dumdums. That was never going to happen, of course. There was torture and a baby in significant peril, but it was also the most fun I'd had in a while. I should get my head checked.

Ponniyin Selvan - The sheer scale of work and sweat that has gone into the enterprise of making Vikram seem taller than Trisha Krishnan for the last twenty years! Iconic. The girls were fantastic.

The Naked Kitchen - This is sold as a story of a woman choosing between two men. That is a lie. It's about a man coming to terms with his marriage drifting into polyamory, and enjoying it. Shin Min-ah and Ju Ji-hoon fuck in a museum, which was also weirdly sweet.

Asura City of Madness - AHJUSSHIS WHY. Hwang Jung-min's shirttails worked very hard in 2012. Jung Woo-sung ate glass and has pathological issues about being as handsome as he is. We love him for it. We did not love this.

Hunt - Love is your bestie learning how to write and direct just to write and direct you in the role of a lifetime for you, personally. I don't know if that's what happened here, but that's what love is. And chemistry is whatever these two guys have in this completely ordinary movie that did not give any feelings. Hwang Jung-min, pussy OUT.

Decision to Leave - A well-deserved love letter to Tang Wei, just beautifully shot, gorgeous.

Il Mare - Absolutely lovely little film, reliant almost entirely on the star power of two actors who are so charismatic they don't need to meet in the movie to convince you of their romance.

Laal Singh Chaddha - There was a very beautiful wedding at the end. Aamir Khan's face must hurt.

Darlings - A movie that appreciated and respected noted hottie Shefali Shah.

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City of Fallen Angels Book Quote RP Meme

book 4 in the Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare- open to quote editing or pronoun change for rp purposes

“You're just worried they'll hire a male instructor and he'll be hotter than you."

“Hearts are breakable, and I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before".” 

“Or maybe it's just that beautiful things are so easily broken by the world.” 

“Everything that happens to you matters to me.” 

"Sorry, I think I fell asleep for a moment. Do, continue with whatever mesmerizing thing you were saying.” 

“Here's a hot tip: Most girls don't like being stalked.” 

“It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense.” 

“Love is the most powerful force in the world. That love can do anything.” 

“You are not trivial.” 

“Jealousy is such an ugly emotion.” 

"I swear on the angel. The hell with that. I swear on us." 

“The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.” 

"Love is a contradiction," 

“You left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me.” 

“he keeps sending me annoying photos. Lots of captions like Wish you were here, except not really.” 

'Seems an odd time to start an insult contest, but if you insist, I could probably think up something good.'

'This is from a guy ho has all the sex appeal of a penguin. Look, I realize you may be jealous that the good Lord didn't deal you the same chiseled hand he dealt me, but that's no reason to-' 

“Still I pictured having you for fifty, sixty more years. I thought I might be ready then to let you go. But it's you, and I realize now that I won't be anymore ready to lose you then than I am right now. Which is not at all.” 

“That’s too bad since all the others you meet from now on will be a terrible letdown.”

'Well, when a mommy vampire and a daddy vampire love each other very much...” 

“I was just wondering if you were armed. You want anything? Dagger, maybe?"

"No wonder you and him like each other so much. You're both crazy walking arsenals.” 

“I was born amazing.” 

“I just don't see why the past has to matter.” 

“They belonged to each other totally, and always would, and that was that.But maybe everyone felt that way? Until the moment they realized they were just like everyone else, and everything they'd thought was real shattered apart.” 

“Do you have a lot of other profound thoughts like that? Blood is blood? A toaster is a toaster? A Gelatinous Cube is a Gelatinous Cube?” 

“As long as everyone's wearing their own pants."

"I see I have come in on a fascinating moment in the conversation.” 

I don't care. I love you and I will always love you, and pretending it could be any other ways is just a waste of time.” 

"I though it was keep your friends close so you have someone to drive the car when you sneak over to your enemy's house at night and throw up in his mailbox.” 

“He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it.” 

Is this the part where you tell me you're secretly in love with me?” 

“That's right. Act like I rejected you. It's not like you tried to kill me or anything.” 

“Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death.” 

“We can buy you one of those books they have for little kids 'Timmy Has Two Dads'. Except I don't think they have one called 'Timmy Has Two Dads and One of Them Was Evil'. That part you're just going to have to work through on your own.” 

"I've always known that about you. I don't know why I had to fall in love with someone who's more stubborn than I am.” 

“You could give me the past, but he is my future.” 

“I’m always so glad I have no idea what you’re vacantly chattering about,It fills me with a sense of peace and well-being.” 

"That depends, do you wish to be punched in the face?” 

“I can't believe he took you to an actual resteraunt. I assumed his idea od a date would be making you watch him play World of Warcraft with his nerd friends.” 

“To love something is to destroy it forever.” 

“I can see why you like it here, there's a thin layer of nerd all over everything.” 

“I think I’m better than everyone else. An opinion that has been backed up with ample evidence.” 

“Eternity is a long time to spend alone, without others of your kind.” 

"I think that she asked if she could touch my mango”

"And she has a boyfriend. Like, really, really, really has a boyfriend. The nuclear bomb of boyfriends. Trust me on this one.” 

“So you're trying to make her happy despite the fact that the reason she's unhappy in the first place is you,"

“I suppose you've always been amazing at this stuff."

"I was born amazing."

"You really don't get this bodyguard thing, do you?"

"Is this one of those keep-your-friends-close-and-your-enemies-closer things?"

“What would you prefer? ‘What did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers . . .” 

“What's the point in wasting a perfectly good brick wall when you have someone to throw against it, that's what I always say.” 

"Theoretically the planet could suddenly crack in half, leaving me on one side and you on the other, forever and tragically parted, but I'm not worried about that either. Some things are just too unlikely to dwell upon.” 

"I think I'm better than everyone else. An opinion that has been backed up with ample evidence." 

“You know, when someone prefers their own brother over you, it isn't a confidence booster.” 

I always need you” 

"In that case, you have my permission to make out with her as long as I can watch.” 

“Yes...and I'm worried that if you get into the habit of making out with your instructors, you'll wind up making out with him too."

"Don't be sexist. They could find me a female instructor."

[babbling-idiot]

Aro Volturi x reader

A New Family Pt.2

Requested: "Could I possibly get an aro x reader part 2 of being bellas younger sister who ends up in Italy with her? 😭 the first one was just so good!!" -By @nerdyzombiesonskates

Warning: A tad bit of angst

(Hello! So I had a great time writing this, sorry it took so long. I hope you like this and watch out for a little bit of family drama. Enjoy!)

*****

It had only been two weeks since Italy, and I still couldn't get that man out of my mind. He plagued my thoughts every day and night. I tried to tell Bella about my predicament, but bringing up Aro seemed to really anger her. So i kept it to myself. That didn't last long, though. Alice seemed to catch on rather quickly. She confronted me about it not even a week into it. She even suggested I told Bella, but look where that got me. Throughout the whole day, I tried to keep my mind occupied. Tried to find something to latch into rather than him. When I got home from school, I went to my room and suddenly a knock sound at my door. It's Alice with a rather alarmed look on her face. She's holding an envelope in her hand. I couldn't see who it was addressed to. She looked worried. She walked closer and sat on the edge of my bed. She then extended her hand with the envelope and signaled for me to take it. I grabbed it and looked at the writing. It was addressed to me, and it was from Italy. When I opened it and pulled the letter out. Just the smell that came with the paper filled my senses, and the first thing that entered my mind was Aro. It was the same smell I remember from that short meeting. I looked at the letter and it was in Italian. I couldn't read any of it. I looked at Alice and asked if she could translate. Sadly though, she said she couldn't, but recommended we go see Carlisle. She said he could translate it to me. So, obviously, I got up and went with her to the car.

The car ride itself was silent. Somehow, I could tell Alice was angry. For the reason that Aro has reached out to me, or for some unknown reason, I did not know. Just then, we reach the house, and she stops the car. She's to my side before I know it and opening my door. When we walked up the steps and into the home, I could hear talking coming from upstairs. At first, it was completely normal. I had no suspicions of any kind until I saw my sister. She was standing up next to Edward with a pissed off look on her face. When she saw me, she immediately walked over to me. Now we had had our own sister-sister rivalry, but I hated it when she did this. I know she's only looking out for me. And that she only wants the best for me. But how could she know what's best for me when she's never put forth the effort to really know me. "Listen, whatever that letter says, if I say anything about going back to Italy at all? You can't go." "And why not?" "Because its the Volturi! You belong here. Safe and not in a place like that." I shake my head "You're so damn hypocritical. How can you stand here and tell me I shouldn't go there and see him? If that's what the letter says. How can you say that when you should look around and see that you are in a home full of vampires!" Just then, you look past her and to Carlisle and the others. "Please don't take that wrong. You have been nothing but nice and welcoming towards me. I consider you my family. But you-" you say, looking back to Bella "- Can't and will not control me and my opinion on whatever this letter has to say." You say as you walk past her to give the letter to Carlisle. He gives you a reassuring look before taking the letter over to one of his chairs and sitting down with it. He looks down at it and begins to translate:

Mio caro Y/n-

Dal giorno in cui ho posato gli occhi su di te. Non hai fatto altro che affliggere la mia mente. Non riesco a smettere di pensare a te. Il tuo profumo, i tuoi bellissimi occhi e il modo in cui mi guardi. Non posso sopportare di sdraiarmi di nuovo nel mio letto senza sentire il tuo corpo vicino al mio. Voglio passare il resto della mia vita con te. Vorrei che tu fossi qui al mio fianco. Desidero baciarti ancora una volta. Per baciare le labbra ancora una volta. Non mi sentivo così da molto tempo mia cara. Lo sento fortemente nel mio cuore che non batte. Spero che prenderete in considerazione questa richiesta. So che questa sarà una decisione difficile per te, ma per favore sappi che ti aspetterò per quanto tempo ci vuole. Aspetterò il tuo ritorno. Spero che questa lettera ti trovi. Fino ad allora amore mio.

-Aro Volturi

He finishes with a sigh. You still sit there with a confused look. Esme has the same look Carlisle and everyone else does. With the exception of Bella. You shake your head and walk forward. "Sorry to interrupt, but I didn't understand a damn word of that. Remember? I don't speak Italian!" Carlisle sighs again and rubs his forehead. Esme puts a hand on his shoulder and grabs the letter from him, and begins to translate. "The letter says: 

My dear Y/n- 

From the day I laid eyes on you. You have done nothing but plague my mind. I can't stop thinking about you. Your scent, your beautiful eyes, and the way you look at me. I can't bear to lie in my bed again without feeling your body close to mine. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I wish you were here by my side. I wish to kiss you once again. To kiss your lips once more. I haven't felt this way in a long time, my dear. I feel it strongly in my un-beating heart. I hope you will consider this request. I know this will be a difficult decision for you but please know, I will wait for you for however long it takes. I will wait for your return. I hope this letter finds you. Until then, my love. 

- Aro Volturi”

Then there's a scoff, and Edward shakes his head at the end of the letter. She gives him a look before looking back to you "I don’t understand. He want’s me to stay there for what? Forever? I can’t just pack up and leave, like that! What about dad? What about my friends?!" She presses her lips in a line. "He wants you to stay there with him forever. He wants to make you one of them. And I’m afraid you may need to make that decision on your own, and it may need to be soon." That shut up my little rant for good that time. One of them? A vampire! Forever? And I have to make my decision now!?

A couple days later, secretly, in the comfort of your own mind. You made your choice and actually liked the idea of going back. No one else did, but it was your life, and you wanted to go back. So, with the money you saved up, I went online and bought a ticket to Italy. You told your dad that you got an invite to Italy to one of the colleges there. You told him about all the things you loved about it and the amazing sights to see there and how you really thought this place was the college for you. You hated lying to your dad. Charlie, a great man, and a great father and the look in his eyes as he saw you talk about this (fake) college. Made your heart swell with both happiness and guilt. He was happy that you talked so highly about this place that he was more than willing to say yes to your request. So he wished you a safe travel and let you get packed. When you woke up in the morning, you were greeted by two things. Your sister and a few of the Cullen's. It was Alice, Edward, and Carlisle. They just looked at you. Bella was blocking your path to your bags, and the others were blocking the doorway. All it took was one simple call for your dad, and they'd have to let you out. You just smiled, grabbed your clothes, and went into the bathroom to get changed and do a small routine. When you got out, they were still standing in the same places. You scoffed and went to the bedside table to check the time. When you saw it was about that time to go, you grabbed your phone, keys, passport, and the ticket itself. You made sure you had everything and went for your bags. When you were about to grab the first one, Bella moved in front of you. You clenched your jaw and looked up at her. "You realize you have no control over anything I do. You don't care. You only care because they don't get along with the Volturi. I will live my life how I want to, and there is nothing you and your new family can do to stop me. Unlike you, I won't let this new family get in between me and dad. At least I still talk to him daily. Unlike you." You say now, almost giving her no room to even speak. You gave her a side step and grabbed both of your bags. You walk over to the doors and stepped by Alice and Edward. You gave Carlisle a look that told him you weren't even joking about this. He just watched you walk out your door and followed the others right behind you.

When you got downstairs, you saw dad. He had a huge smile on his face, but he only smiled to cover up the fact that he was sad to see you go. "So is this just a tour, or is this like a go-to school right when you get there?"Yeah, if I like the college enough and it has everything I'm looking for, then I can go to school immediately." He nods his head and bends down to pull you into a hug. You hugged back and whispered, "I will call you every day when I get the chance, even if it's in the middle of the night." He smiles and laughs into your shoulder "Well I sure hope so. Since Bella's been with Edward, she doesn't talk to me like you do. Just please stay in contact." "Of course." You say as you pull away. You look back and wave at Bella and the others. They do as well, but the look they gave you told you they weren't happy, but that didn't mean much now.

You made it to the airport, and when you did there, you saw three particular people you didn't think you would see till you got to Volterra. Jane, Felix, and Demetri. All standing at an entry to a private plane. You walked over to them. Nervous beyond compare. "You're waiting for me, aren't you?" Jane steps forward."Yes. Follow us." You do as you're told and follow behind them.

The plane and the plane ride itself felt almost luxurious in a way. You knew where you were going but also felt like you were going on a mysterious trip. You felt silly but continued to look outside the window. The night sky was beautiful at this time. All the stars and the moon. It all felt almost dream like in a way. The only thing that kept it real was the fact that you had three pairs of red eyes trained on you at all times. Even when you landed and got into the car to go to the castle, they still kept their eyes on you. You guessed it was under Aro's request. So you didn't think about it much. But the relief you felt as you neared the castle was almost unnatural. You had no idea how far or how close you were to the place, yet you felt relief with every mile you got closer. Then suddenly, right around the next corner, you see Volterra. And another wave of relief hits you.

When you got through to the front door, you stopped. You could see the door that you followed Bella through three weeks ago. They get out of the car and walk to the front door. You follow them, and everything almost moves in slow motion. It was taking so long to get to Aro that you almost became restless. You got to the elevator and rode down. The same cheesy music was playing and you were greeted yet again by a secretary but this one was different. She was new. Just then, you hear the double doors open and see the same room from before. Yet the indent in the stairs that Edward made was now fixed. You looked up, and immediately, you saw Aro. He was just as handsome as the first time you saw him. Seeing him was almost like a breath of fresh air for you. You felt replenished just by seeing him. He smiled at you fondly and walked toward you slowly. Cautious like as if he'd scare you off if he moved too quickly. When he got near, he reached a hand up toward your face. He grazed his fingers across your cheek just like he once did. His smile grows slightly as he does so. His red eyes locked onto yours, and for the first time in a week, you were left speechless. You raised your hand up to his and placed it on top. You curled your fingers around his palm and turned your head into his hand. He stepped closer and leaned forward, grazing his lips across your forehead. Placing a kiss before traveling down to your temple and doing the same. He does this for a while, placing kisses here and there. When he placed a kiss on your cheek, he moved till his lips were right in front of yours. Mere millimeters away yet oh so far. It felt like all air had been sucked out of the room, and it was only just you two. He grazed his lips over yours in a teasing way. "Mio Dio, quanto mi sei mancato (My God, how much I missed you).....Thank you. I was so deprived of you for long enough. Adesso sei mio! (Now you are mine!)" He then locks his lips with yours in a searing kiss. It shocked you how cold his lips were, but you welcomed the kiss gladly. You kissed back and felt him smile into you. You felt his hands hold your cheeks. He pressed into you with his body and let go of your cheeks only to wrap his arms around your waist. For a split moment, you thought you heard him growl. The sound alone made a shiver run down your spine. Your knees felt weak and almost like he could read your mind (hehe, see what I did there..) he wrapped his arm around your legs and yanked you up. Carrying your bridal style. You didn't know where he was taking you, but you knew you were home now. And even though you knew you still had your father and mother to keep in contact with, you knew that this this was your new family. And nothing would ever change that.

(Hello again, I hope you liked this and if you did, any kind of feedback would be highly appreciated! Have an amazing day/night and stay safe out there in the world!)

[thelastdrop]

Festival 3: Past

Blackpink Jisoo x Male Reader

5207 words

Categories: smut

Read on AFF

“… and that is why we would like to continue to aggressively pursue the use of your company’s electronics while we work to build more advanced models. Thank you.”

The words came into your right ear as your translator spoke into a small microphone they were given.

As the older Korean businessman finishes his presentation with a bow, you look over at Mr. Hegstad, the Vice President of your company, and see he’s begun to gather his belongings. You quickly followed his lead and gathered up all the papers that had been handed out during the meeting and tried to organize them quickly so you didn’t get left behind.

“Piglet don’t forget to take your earpiece out and give it back to our translator,” Mr. Hegstad said, “Having to replace those is a pain in the ass.”

“Yes, sir.” you replied.

‘Piglet’ a nickname that had been graciously given to you by Mr. Hegstad. Even though he was only five years older than you he was already VP of your company. Climbing the corporate ladder at such an astounding rate made him the envy of a lot of different corporations, who were seeking young executives they could start grooming to take over as the next CEO of their respective companies.

You took out your earpiece and placed it in the white bin labeled with some Korean characters and the word ‘EARPIECE’ below it in big black bold letters. As you looked up, you saw that Mr. Hegstad was already out the door of the conference room. Quickly shoving the documents inside your bag, you slung it across your body and squeezed your way through the crowd exiting the room.

Mr. Hegstad still had his head facing forward as you finally emerged on the other side of the door, giving you hope that he hadn't noticed your absence by his side yet. Sprinting after him, you brought yourself to a leisurely walk as you got closer.

“Glad you finally caught up Piglet,” he chuckles, “Thought I’d have to leave you behind.”

“Sorry for worrying you, Mr. Hegstad,” you sighed in defeat.

“Aw c'mon now you know I wouldn’t have actually left you alone in a country you don’t know, right? And for the love of god when it’s just you and me call me John,” he said, as he threw his arm over your shoulder. “I’m barely older than you and having you of all people call me Mr. Hegstad makes me feel way older than I am.”

“I’ll try my best,” you answered.

“That’s the spirit!” he exclaimed as he gave your chest a firm slap, “Now pleeeeeeease tell me we’re done for the day.”

You pulled out your phone and checked the detailed schedule Mr. Hegstad’s secretary gave to you before coming to South Korea.

—

When your boss called you into his office in the middle of the workday a few weeks ago you were worried you’d messed something up pretty bad. As he began to tell you of the opportunity you were being offered you weren’t sure if he was serious. You were chosen by the higher ups to accompany the VP of your company on a month long business trip to South Korea to act as his do-it-all man. It had only been six months since you started working here and you didn’t know what to say.

“But, why me? I don’t even speak Korean?” you asked dumbfounded.

“This is a position that’s given out every year.” your boss began, “Every year our company sends one of the executives to South Korea in order to talk about the following years business deals with the multiple companies we work with there.”

While you processed what he was saying to you, you couldn’t tell if this was a dream or not. As you tried to wrap your head around it, living in South Korea for a whole month seemed wild to you. You don’t know the first thing about South Korea: the food, the language, the culture. Just then you're brought back into the moment as your boss continues.

“Now this isn’t an easy job,” he waned in a serious tone, “but it can prove to be a great starting point for your future at the company. Those who do a good job and earn the respect of the executive they travel with swiftly rise the ranks here. Mr. Hegstad was given that opportunity 4 years ago and look at where he is now. It also didn’t hurt that he went with the current CEO of the company.”

“I’ll take it!” you blurted out.

“Oh ho ho, an eager one I see,” he laughed, “well I hope you don’t end up regretting it. People who don’t do a good job end up with a much harder battle when looking for promotions.” He gestured out to an older man in his late 30s early 40s with the same job title as you.

“I-I won’t,” you stuttered out.

Over the next several weeks you would meet with Mr. Hegstad’s secretary and learn as much as you could about him. What he liked to drink after a long day's work, what his favorite snack was, what he liked to do to relax, even which side of the car he prefered to sit on. Anything and everything you could try and memorize you did, you also took sometime to look up some basic things about South Korea so you wouldn’t make a complete fool of yourself when you got there.

The day before you leave you met one last time with his secretary who gave you the itinerary for your trip. Every day laid out with the meetings, lunches, and dinners Mr. Hegstad was going to have while you were there. As you turned away from her desk to leave for the day, she wished you good luck with a smile.

—

“So are we done?” Mr. Hegstad asked again as you approached the elevator doors.

You locked your phone and put it back into your pocket, turning to him you said the three words he wanted to hear more than any other three words right now, “Yes, we’re done.”

He collapsed to his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Oh thank you, thank you sweet merciful god,” he said as he fake wept into your stomach.

“Si-Sir please get up, people are staring,” you said as you pull on the collar of his jacket to no avail. The elevator doors opened, luckily, with no one inside.

“Mr. Hegstad, please the elevator is here.” Once again you were only met with more fake weeping. You reached out and stuck your hand in the elevator to hold the doors open.

“JOHN!” you say loudly causing him to look up at you with puppy dog eyes. You motion toward the elevator, seeing that it had arrived he slowly rose to his feet giving you a pat on the shoulder as he entered the elevator. You rolled your eyes and then bowed to the crowd in an apologetic manner as you followed John onto the elevator.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” John let out a sigh as he stretched his arms upwards, “So what are we doing tonight? This is the first night I've been free since we both got here so why don’t we go and do something fun?”

“I don’t know if I have it in me, s- I mean John.”

A grin spreads across his face as he heard you say his name, “Come on Piglet you spend most of your nights working so hard. Just take one night off and come drinking with me. I promise I won’t drag you to any clubs.”

You let out a long sigh knowing no matter how much you tried you weren’t getting out of this one. Looking at your watch and seeing that it was nearly 7 you knew you had to put your foot down.

“Fine, but only ONE beer then I have to get back to our hotel and get your documents in order for your day tomorrow.”

The doors to the elevator opened and you both began walking toward the entrance of the building where your car was waiting.

“Hey if that’s all I can get outta you Piglet then I’ll take it,” John said with a satisfied look on his face.

After returning to the hotel and getting changed you heard a knock on your door.

“Ohhhhh Piglet your best buddy is here to take you out for some fuuuuuun,” you heard John yelling behind the door to your room.

You opened the door and saw John in a very casual outfit. He was wearing a white shirt with a jean jacket over the top and a necklace with some kind of pendant on it hanging into his chest. That accompanied with the dark jeans he had on, gave you the sense that you were not dressed well enough to be seen with him.

“Heeeeyyyaaaah, what are you wearing?” he hasped with a horrified look on his face. “Nope nope nope you’re not going out like that. How are you going to end up with a girl tonight looking like that?”

“Ending up with a girl tonight?” you said confused as he brushed by you entering your room, “I thought I told you one beer and then I need to come back here and get ready for your day tomorrow.”

He started going through your closet and looking at the clothes you brought on the trip. “Yeah yeah, I know what you said,” he peeked his head out and looked at you, “but you need to learn how to live a little. You’re always so serious and I’m gonna make sure you get to unwind tonight.”

John dove back into your closet making various noises as he looked through your wardrobe. Some in disgust, some in indifference, and very few times in surprise at your choices, which you weren’t able to tell is a good or bad thing. Finally he came out with a handful of clothes and a pair of brown loafers.

He looked at you and then back at the clothes impatiently, “Well hurry up and change! Come on Piglet we’re losing time here!” He shouted at you.

You quickly picked up the clothes and headed into the bathroom. After you changed into your new outfit, you looked at yourself in the mirror. John had picked out a white short sleeve button up that had tiny dark blue dots on it and some dark gray pants. As you walked back out of the bathroom and into the room John gave you a curious look, like he was trying to understand a piece of artwork.

“Ah, I’ve got it,” he said as he rushed over to you. He then rolled your sleeves up until they were just below your shoulders and your pant legs up to show your ankles. He took a step back and looked upon his creation once more. He put all of his fingers to his mouth and gave a chef's kiss.

“Perfect, you’re definitely getting laid tonight,” he said with a wink as he walked beside you and put his arm on your shoulder, spinning you around so you were both linked up as you left your room.

Once you’re out of the hotel you both began walking, John vigilantly looked for a place where you two could have a good night. You passed a lot of places that seemed more than fitting for what you were looking to get out of the night.

“This is the place,” John blurted out, taking a hard left while he grabbed your sleeve and pulled you in with him. As you stepped into the bar, it looked like you stepped into another dimension.

Stepping off from the busy streets of Seoul, you were now in a quiet bar with light music playing. The all wooden interior gave you a very warm and comfortable feeling. The simplistic designs made into the woodwork on the ceiling and walls counteracted the curved support beams that sprang up from the floor and into the ceiling. There were two levels both with similar seating arrangements from what you could tell, a mixture of granite hightops and tables with the same red felt chairs at every location. The last thing that stood out was the long granite bar that stretched along the entire wall on the lower level.

John looked for some kind of staff and started talking to them in Korean.

“They said we can sit wherever we want and someone will come around to get our drink orders,” John relayed to you, “Let’s grab that open table right there.”

As you both sat down at the table you took a look around at the individuals in the bar. It seemed like a younger crowd, all of them around the same ages of you and John. John caught you looking and slapped you on the arm.

“See anyone you like Piglet?”

“Why do you call me that?”

“What? Piglet?” he teased before letting out a chuckle as you nodded back at him. “Well the first time I walked by where you work I saw you had a little Piglet plushie on your desk, and since I’m horrible at remembering new employees names I just called you Piglet and it stuck with me.”

“But can’t you just call me by my first name at this point,” you complained in an annoyed manner, “I mean, you’re making me call you by your first name.”

“No can do Piglet. You are locked in my brain as Piglet now and so shall you forever be called,” Josh said in a medieval-esque voice.

You let out a long sigh as a waitress approached your table. John took over and ordered both of your drinks. You both had small talk about what it had been like here so far, you asked John how about his experiences on this trip when he was where you were, and you both just passed the time having a good chat.

As you tipped your glass back for one final swig of the dark beer that was left in it you are stopped before the liquid can touch your lips. One of the most stunning women you had ever laid your eyes on had just walked into the bar. She had long black hair that fell down past her chest. She was wearing a slightly oversized all white button up with only her 3rd and 4th button being used revealing what looked to be a black crop top that stopped before her skirt began giving you a glimpse of her midriff. A black, dark gray and light gray plaid almost see through skirt was fashioned around her waist.

John seeing you stuck in place followed your line of sight and saw who you were staring at.

“Bingo,” he said as he rose from his seat making his way to where the woman was walking.

“Wait, John, no there’s no way I can talk to her,” you pleaded as you reached for his arm as he walked away, “I don’t even know Korean.”

“Stop worrying so much.” he teased, “It’s going to be a lot more embarrassing if I have to point you out to her than if you make the first move.” John said as he turned and continued walking toward the woman as she took a seat at the bar.

You debated whether you should just leave quickly and head back to the hotel or try and beat John to the woman. After only a couple seconds of deliberation, you quickly sprang out of your chair and rushed past John as you filled the seat next to the Korean woman.

“H-Hi,” you stuttered out. “Hello,” she responds with a Korean accent. Not knowing what to say you just sat there and stared at the beautiful woman in front of you. After a few moments that seemed like an eternity you felt something heavy crash around your shoulder. You looked over to see John standing above you, he gave you a wink before he talked with her in korean

You just sat there and smiled awkwardly while they talked. The only thing that you were able to pick out of the conversation is one word, Piglet. As soon as the word is mentioned you see her look at you and then back to John, she then pointed at you and said something you would think meant “Him?”. She then covered her mouth and began laughing while John did the same. Once the laughter died down and you sat there red in the face, John took his arm off your shoulder and leaned down into your ear.

“I’m leaving. Her name is Jisoo. Good luck Piglet.” he whispered and then rose back up and said goodbye to the two of you. As you watched him exit the bar you heard her sweet voice once more.

“So… Piglet.” she said.

“Well, um, you see he-” but your stammering is cut off by one word.

“Cute” she said with a smile as she looked you in the eyes.

All of the fear and embarrassment you had felt were washed away with one simple word that came out of this angel sitting before you. You felt as if all of the stress from the trip so far had melted away, leaving you in a complete state of relaxation.

“Yeah…,” you said, “cute.”

She nodded in affirmation.

“So… Jisoo, right?”

“Yes,” she answered back with a little bounce.

“Do you speak English a lot?” you asked.

“No… but I… learn for my job,” she said, proud of herself for finishing her sentence. “So we can… speak to make easier.”

“Okay.” you said as an uncontrollable grin wipes across your face causing Jisoo’s face to mimic your own.

For the next hour or longer you both sat together, talking as best you could about anything. You both began to get more comfortable around one another and finally Jisoo put her hand on top of yours and looked deep into your eyes.

“You… me… go to room together?”

“Yes.”

—

As soon as you stepped through the threshold of your hotel room, you were both on top of each other. Jisoo had pushed you back against the door causing it to close with a loud clack. She pushed her soft lips on yours surprising you at first, but you quickly recovered matching her movements. As you moved your hands through her open shirt to her exposed lower back, you pulled her deeper into you as you kissed. The feeling of her lips moving against yours was nothing short of spectacular, but you craved more. You pushed your tongue against her lips, looking for permission to access the warm, wet area behind them. When her lips parted an equally enthusiastic tongue darted out and began massaging your own. Trying to taste as much of her as you could you forced your tongue into her mouth. After several minutes of this back and forth, you pulled away gasping for air. A single string of saliva kept you two connected.

Your hands swiftly came around and worked at the two buttons holding her loose shirt in place as you began to walk her out of the short entrance hallway and into your room. She then began frantically doing the same to you shirt trying to be careful while walking backwards. As you finished her second button you pushed her shirt down over her shoulders trapping her arms against her body. She strained against your hold wanting to continue her objective and remove your shirt, only making it about half way down before you took control. You stood there at the precipice of your room using all your strength to hold her arms at her sides while trying not to rip the thin shirt.

Staring into her eyes you could see only one thing in them, lust. Pure lust. A wanting for you, a needing for you to do whatever you wanted to her. She was totally and completely yours for however long you would have her. You dove back into her capturing her lips once more, releasing the hold you had on her arms in the process. She moved quickly, taking her wrinkled shirt off and throwing it across the room as it left her body. Once again your slow march toward the bed began as your tongues battled for dominance. Your attention turned to your own shirt undoing the remaining button’s Jisoo failed to reach. Jisoo suddenly broke the kiss as she fell backwards onto your bed, her limbs sprawled out across its surface. The picture of this gorgeous Korean woman laid out across your white sheets looked like something the gods had intended to make a reality the moment she was born.

You slowly began to crawl over the top of her body, moving your face closer and closer to her own until your lips were inches apart. Jisoo lunged forward taking your lips once again and throwing her arms around your back, lightly digging her nails into it. This embrace was short lived as you began to trail kisses down her neck to her shoulder. With one hand you grabbed the small black crop top that was the only thing between you and her breasts. Jisoo moved to help you arching her back off the bed giving you the access you required. Leaning back, you grabbed the shirt and pulled it over her head as she stretched her arms upwards along the bed.

With her back still arched you moved down and took her erect nipple into your mouth, eliciting a moan out of the woman beneath you. Swirling your tongue around it in circles you massaged it, as you moved your other hand up her body capturing the ample tit in your palm. You began working it, squeezing it trying to earn more moans and gasps out of Jisoo. Pinching her left nipple between your fingers and biting down on her earned a deep moan from her. Liking what you heard you switched positions and repeated the process.

Feeling satisfied with the work you had done you once again began training kisses down her tight stomach. Inching closer to the waist line of her skirt you reached and seized it with your hands and began pulling it down giving you even more skin to worship. The trail of kissing continued down her stomach stopping at her navel giving it a kiss, earning a small giggle out of Jisoo. Your fingers gripped her panties signaling you to bring yourself up. As you brought yourself up onto one knee on the edge of the bed Jisoo closed her legs together allowing you to remove her two remaining articles of clothing.

As they slid off you got a good view of just how thick and meaty her thighs actually were. Staring at them as they parted giving you a clear view of her clean shaven slit caused your dick to strain against its pants. You put your hands under those thick thighs and lifted her up off the bed and pushed her further back so you could lie down as you approached her wet lips. Without warning you dove deep into her wet cavern, your tongue exploring as far as it could go. Her hands instantaneously started running through your hair trying to grasp as much of it as she could letting out a pleasured moan.

“Feels… so good…” Jisoo moaned.

Your assault continues as Jisoo tries to pull you deeper into her, waking to feel herself more full. As you hear her breathing start becoming labored you latch onto her clit and suck on it harshly. Jisoo’s thighs clamp around your head as she curls up into a ball and rolls on her side.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she chanted before she rolled back to her previous position and went rigid.

Jisoo’s sweet honey leaked out of her and coated your chin. You hungrily began to lap up as much of the liquid as you could. As you lifted your face from between her legs you watched as Jisoo’s chest rose and fell in rhythm with her breathing. She extended her arms outwards towards you.

“Come here,” she gasped between breaths.

She embraced you with another sloppy kiss as she tried to lick up her juice that covered your face. As you move up, your erect cock, still trapped in your pants, rubbed up against Jisoo’s crotch. A hum escaped her lips and she pushed her hips against yours. You broke the kiss and matched her moan with a much lower one of your own as you started humping into her, soaking the outside of your pants.

You looked down her body and watched as her abs flexed and relaxed with each movement of her hips, sending even more blood to your throbbing member. Jisoo grabbed your chin and made you lock eyes.

“Want inside.”

“Me too,” you responded to her breathlessly.

Immediately you rose to your feet and pulled your pants and briefs off and tossed them to the side. At the sight of you dick standing proud before her Jisoo bit down on her index finger. You lined your cock up above her slit and slowly pushed it inside making the two of you groan and moan in unison. You were able to slide it with relative ease but her tightness around your cock made the pleasure rise to an entirely different level.

Her walls clamped around your shaft, gripping it tightly as you settled into the sensations that were flowing through you. Grabbing handfuls of her thighs you pushed deeper feeling that same incredible tightness as it engulfed your whole dick.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” you growled.

“Y-you are so big. Do not stop.” Jisoo moaned.

You drew your hips back and pushed them forward and a slow and steady pace, wanting Jisoo to get used to your size. She began moaning at your motions moving her body to match your movements.

“Harder,” she let out breathlessly as you looked at her.

You upped your pace and chased after the satisfaction that you both craved. Jisoo’s moans grew much louder as your dick continuously hit her g-spot. It wasn’t long before her legs started shaking from the intense pleasure she was feeling.

Liking the reaction you were getting you increased your pace again, pistoning your dick in and out of her wet pussy. Her warm walls contracted against you as you mercilessly pounded this woman into the bed. You leaned down placing your arms on the side of her head and captured her lips. She continued moaning into your mouth, but you felt safer knowing you that no one would come in and interrupt what you two were doing.

Jisoo moved her arms under yours and dug her nails into your back. Wincing at the pain, but loving the feeling you did not stop thrusting in and out of her cunt. Her legs snaked around you, keeping you in place and not allowing you to leave.

“Please… do not stop,” Jisoo whispered out to you between her moans.

Feeling her reaching another climax you reached your hand down and found her clit. Almost as soon as you put pressure on it Jisoo’s eyes rolled back into her head. More and more liquids seeped out of her as you slowed your strokes as she began coming down. Both of you breathing heavily for a couple of seconds trying to regain yourselves.

As Jisoo looked at you a very satisfied smile came across her face, causing you to do the same.

“We… switch?” she asked between her breaths still smiling at you.

As if on cue you flipped your positions, Jisoo now sitting on top of your groin, your dick still completely inside her. Without a moment of hesitation Jisoo placed her hands on your chest and began riding you almost animalistically. She knew what she wanted and how to get it and chased after it as hard as she possibly could.

“Holy shit Jisoo,” you groaned as your dick was experiencing what felt like an undiscovered pleasure.

All you could manage was to move your hands to her hips as she rode you violently. After a few minutes of this she finally began slowing down. Upon seeing this opening you planted your feet firmly into the mattress and fucked up into her.

“Oooh my GOD!” Jisoo yelled as she bounced on top of your relentless thrusts.

Watching her ample boobs bounce in front of you was something too enticing to ignore. You reached your hands up and grabbed them both roughly not slowing your thrusts down for a second. Another loud moan escaped Jisoo as she felt pleasure coming from multiple places on her body. The loud slaps of your groin meeting her thighs and plump ass filled the room.

You could sense that your end was quickly approaching and returned your hands to Jisoo’s hips. Sensing what was coming as your cock grew even bigger inside her, she leaned down to you and captured your lips. Wordlessly you knew what she wanted. You lasted only a few more thrust before you unloaded deep inside her. Thick ropes coated her walls as you threw her arms around her pulling her in for a deeper kiss.

This was not like the rest of the kisses you had experienced throughout the night. This was a deep and sensual kiss that had no tongue, or movement, just two pairs of lips firmly on one another. As you felt yourself soften and fall out Jisoo, she finally pulled away from you.

“That was amazing,” she said in almost perfect English.

“You were amazing.”

Jisoo smiled at you and gave you a quick peck on the lips before rolling out of bed and walking toward your bathroom.

“We clean now?” she asked you.

You quickly jumped out of bed and picked her up, making her smile and laugh, as you carried her into the bathroom.

—

You woke up the next morning to knocking on your door. You sat up quickly and looked at the watch on your nightstand. 7:41 it read. You jumped out of bed quickly and threw on some pants rushing to the door. As you undid the locks and opened it John stood before you dressed and ready for the day.

“Forget to set an alarm there Piglet,” he said looking you up and down.

“Well, uh,” was all you could let out before John looked deeper into your room and saw another figure laying on your bed still sleeping.

He chuckled to himself as he looked back at you, “Take the day off Piglet. We start again bright and early tomorrow,” he said with what you could only assume was a happy look on his face.

A/N Hope you guys liked this! After I saw Jisoo post this picture on insta I felt like I had to write something for her. This chapter is one that I feel most proud of for sure and I hope you all enjoy reading it. Like always leave a comment below with any feedback.

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Teller Morrow Tragedy, The Prequel, Chapter 14

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: tattoos, mentions of needles, characters walking in on others in a state of undress, teenager with raging hormones

Juice's pOV

"You sure you want to do this, kid?" the artist asked. I looked over at Alicia who shrugged.

“It’s your choice, Juan Carlos. You sure you want to do this?”

The tattoo artist smirked, looking at her, "and you are his legal guardian?"

"Yeah, I am his legal guardian," she laughed, "We filled out your paperwork for you already, but I can show you again if you want!"

"Hell yeah," I smiled, hyped up at the idea that I was actually about to get my tattoos done, "I got straight A's. And I'm 16 now. You told me if I got honor roll I could do it. I want to do this!"

The tattoo artist laughed as he took some measurements, "tattoos are a hell of a motivation technique. Wish my parents were cool like that!"

I smiled and looked at Alicia, "you should get a tattoo."

"I have enough," she laughed, “and anyways. Today is about you, JC.”

"You have one," I said, sticking my tongue out, "I know you want more."

"I did always tell myself I would get more one day," she said, "but today is about you. You get your tattoos, and then we are going to get some take out, and pack because we go back home next week."

"We're all going?" I asked, "I thought we were just dropping Mikey off at the airport so Jax could have her for the month.”

She shook her head, "I'm taking all of us down there. Gonna even bring Tink. Taking the car and going on a good, old fashioned, family road trip. Gemma needs some help at the shop. And you are going to be paying me back for the tattoos by working in the garage."

"I have to pay for them too?"

She nodded, "I told you I would allow you to get them. You are paying for them yourself though. Earn your keep hon. You're practically a Morrow. Which means you'll be working at the garage with the boys."

I shook my head at her, and looked over at the artist, "can you believe her?"

The guy laughed, "she's hot, and she's the one tipping me. I'm on her side."

Alicia smiled and stuck her tongue out at me, and the artist told us that he had to draw everything up, but the sketches would be done in about 40 minutes. We agreed to break off and grab lunch while he did the drawing.

We went a few shops down to a café. I could see her checking her cell, "he's not going to call you."

"What?"

"Kozik hasn't called you in a month," I said simply, “that’s who you’re waiting on, right?”

She put her phone between us, "do you know something you want to tell me about, JC?"

I looked down at the phone and bit my lip, "no."

"You're lying." she said simply. She narrowed her eyes at me, "What's going on?"

"He's cheating on you," I admitted after a moment. I sighed and she copied my actions, crossing her arms, "back on Valentine’s Day, he went to Nevada for a week after he left our house. He calls the same number twice a week. It belongs to a woman who is a sweet butt for your Uncle Jury's club."

"What?" she asked, eyes wide, "ho-how do you know all of this?"

"I knew something was off a when he started coming out and visiting us. Gemma said she was suspicious of something and had me look into it."

"Who all have you...have you been tracking me via tech?"

"If it makes you feel better, I look up a lot of people."

"I wish you wouldn't," she sighed. I felt a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. The look on her face made me feel like I had disappointed her. I sighed to myself and looked back into her eyes, “JC this is the kind of stuff the Leone’s might look into…you can’t be doing that anymore.”

"I know why you are taking all of us back to Charming," I said quietly after we'd gotten our drinks, "you feel safe there...even after they attacked you, you still feel safe there."

"I don't trust anyone," she admitted, "I've seen Leone's men around town and at first it didn’t make sense…but you telling me you’ve been using your talents...I know that they are going to do something once the warrant goes through and their place gets raided."

"That's why we're leaving next week."

"For the whole summer," she confirmed, "Jax will get some time with Mikey, but at the same time, we'll hang out and you can get some family time in with the guys. My boss is actually going to have me work a case for them while I'm down there, so I'll be doing the office part time to help out Gemma, but also doing some work interning at an office in California."

I nodded, and she looked back at her phone. I took one of her hands in my own, "we'll be safe Alicia...your family will protect you."

"They are your family too Juan Carlos," she whispered, "they will love and protect you just as much as I do."

"I look more like a Mayan than a Son," I said with a laugh, “I wouldn’t be willing to be that their love runs as deep for me as it does for you and Mikey.”

She reached across the table and put her hand on my heart, "honey, it's about what's in here. And in here, you are a Son. I spent so much time and energy trying to protect Mikayla from being part of the group and being engulfed in it...but that's the one place I feel safe. Surrounded by the guys. The garage. Gemma. My dad. Tig and Chibs. Jax. Chico, Piney, and Bobby. Every single one of them mean something to me. They've always been there for me, and they'll be there for you too. All you have to do is trust them."

"I only trust you," I said, being completely honest with her, "but if you trust them, I trust your judgment."

She leaned across the table and kissed my forehead, "you are an amazing young man, sweetie."

My breath hitched in my throat. When she leaned across the table, I could see down her shirt, and her lace black bra was in my full view. Suddenly my jeans felt a bit tighter. When she leaned back her loose blouse covered it up, but I still could see that image of her perky breasts in my mind.

"Is this weird for you?" I asked after a second. She cocked her head at me. I sighed trying to point out the awkwardness, "well you're only what, 22?"

"Yeah?"

"And I'm sixteen."

"Okay?"

"Never mind," I said, shaking my head and adjusting my jeans. It didn't work. I had a full hard on. She looked at me, expectantly, and I shrugged her off. She gave it a second before going back to her menu.

We looked at the menu for a minute, and we ordered. Lunch went fast enough, and we soon, were on our way back to the tattoo shop. I felt so nervous as we were ushered into the back of the shop, and I sat in the chair.

He put the stencil on me, and it copied onto the freshly shaved sides of my head. I approved it, and the artist sat down in his own chair, "Alright kid, you ready?"

I smiled and looked at Alicia, "ready as I'll ever be."

I heard the gun start up, and I grabbed for Alicia's hand. She squeezed it reassuringly, "thank you."

She put her other hand over top of mine and rubbed it, "of course sweetie."

I closed my eyes and tried not to think about the needle barreling for my head, and I tried even harder to not think about Alicia's bra.

Alicia's POV

June 5--8:00 AM

"Do we have everything that we need?" I asked as JC closed the trunk to the SUV. He nodded, "did you pack your aftercare for your tattoos?"

He reached up and tenderly touched the gauze that he'd had on either side of his head before running into the house. He returned a few minutes later with his backpack, "got some extra gauze, the aloe, and A and D. Did you remember to tell Tara we were leaving?"

"Yup," I smiled, "I reminded her last night. She's got the house to herself for the summer. Got the driving directions?"

He nodded, "why are we going to Memphis?"

I finished buckling Mikey into her car seat. Tinkerbell jumped in right after I moved. JC got into the passenger side, and I shrugged, "I figured it'd be nice to go see stuff in the South, rather than go North. On Thursday we'll get to see Jury and we'll spend the night at his club. Then Friday morning we'll be in Charming, and we can see everyone."

"You going to ask Jury about the sweet butt Kozik was calling?"

I nodded, "yeah. If he really is cheating on me, I'm going to break up with him. I don't have time for that."

He smiled and put his hand over mine, "you can do better."

"Yeah mommy," Mikey piped in, "Way better lik-"

"Like any other guy," JC said cutting her off. He looked back at her, and I saw him shake his head, but I didn't say anything.

The ride out went extremely fast. I had to fill up for gas, and pull over numerous times, but such is life having a 5 going on six-year-old. JC spent most of his time on his laptop, I'd bought him for Christmas. He said that he somehow was able to get online, and I didn't think to question it too much for the thought that it was probably illegal. Mikey continuously asked me if we were there yet. I was grateful when she fell asleep at 1. She ended up sleeping until 5:30, but by that time we were pulling into our hotel.

The check in was fast and for that I was grateful. The manager had told us that there was a mistake with the booking and upgraded us to a suite that had 2 separate bedrooms, its own kitchen, and even offered to pay for our room service for the night. It felt amazing to be pampered. We put our bags in the room, and I told JC that I would share my bedroom with Mikey so he could have his own room. He seemed happy about that, but I laughed it off.

"Mommy," Mikey asked, digging through her bag, "Can we please go swimming?"

"Aren't you hungry?"

"We can eat after," she pleaded, pulling her swimsuit out, "please mommy."

I shrugged, "alright. Grab my swimsuit, I'll tell JC."

She grinned and begun to dig through my bags. I knocked on the door to JC's bedroom. When he opened it, I'd seen that he was taking the gauze off the sides of his head, "Mikey wants to go swimming. Did you want to come with us?"

He got a big grin on his face, "hell yeah."

"Ten minutes," I smiled, knocking on the frame, "I gotta get Mikey in her suit, and change myself."

He nodded and closed the door. I went back to our room and Mikayla had both of my bags opened and they were all over the room. I couldn't help but laugh as she had all my bras and underwear on the bed. She looked confused, "It doesn't look like mine mommy. What is it?"

I walked over to the bed and kissed the top of her head, "sweetie, this is mommy's underwear. Here let's get you changed, and I'll find my suit, okay?"

She nodded and we got her changed. She helped me find my white cut out swimsuit and I disappeared into the bathroom. I left the door open so I she could hear me, "put all the clothes back into the bags baby."

"Okay mommy."

I stripped down and got the bottom of iton. I threw my jeans behind me and removed my bra, "baby grab mommy's big SAMCRO tee."

Mikey came in a few seconds later with the tee. I threw it over my suit, and we made our way to the living room where JC was already waiting for us. We went down to the pool and swam for a good hour before deciding that we were starving. As we passed by the main desk we put in our order, and they told us that it would be about 20 minutes. We made our way back up to the room and I got Mikey changed into her pajamas. She sat down on the bed, and I grabbed my own shorts and cami. Without a second thought I stripped down and went to throw on my shorts. I searched the bathroom but couldn't find my bra or underwear.

"Mikayla?" I asked slowly. I looked around, but Mikey wasn't in the room. However, my lacy black boy shorts and bra were sitting on the bed. I shook my head at my own mom brain and made my way over to it.

I can't believe I forgot my underwear on the stupid bed. I laughed and made my way over to the articles of clothing.

"Hey the foo-holy shit!"

My eyes went wide as Juan Carlos had walked through the open door and seen me naked. I covered myself up the best I could as he just stood there like a deer in headlights, "oh my god, Juice, GET OUT!"

I threw a pillow at him and that seemed to snap him out of it, but I grabbed my underwear off the bed and ran for the bathroom slamming the door shut. I dropped the underwear on the tile in front of me and slid down the door.

Oh my god. How could I be so stupid. I looked at my shorts and cami, suddenly feeling awkward. I viewed this kid as my kid, and he just walked in on me, stark naked. I hastily threw on the underwear, cami, and shorts, before opening the bedroom door slowly and finding the loosest tee shirt I could find and some sweatpants.

Mikey came in as I was bent over, pulling up the sweatpants and I swear I nearly had a heart attack. She jumped up on the bed, "mommy, why did JC come in looking all pale? Why were you yelling at him? He was telling you dinner is here."

"Mommy wasn't dressed," I said slowly, trying to explain it to her, “JC walked in on mommy.”

"I see you when you aren't dressed," she replied, “I don’t get it.”

"Mommy is a girl," I began again, "JC is a boy. We have different parts down there."

"He doesn't have a hoo-ha?"

I tried to stifle my own laughter. How the fuck do I explain a penis to her? "Boys have a willy. It's like a hoo-ha. But different."

"Oh."

"yeah."

"Does daddy have a willy or a hoo-ha?"

"He has a willy."

"So he's like JC?" she asked.

I nodded, "Yeah. And he's at an age, where he shouldn't be seeing me undressed."

"Why?"

"Well," I began, sitting down, "boys...boys are just different. They shouldn't see girls undressed unless the girl wants them to."

"Daddy has seen me undressed when he gives me baths..."

"And that is fine...because he's your daddy," I saidquickly, reminding her that it was normal in that instance, "he's helping you, because you are still too little to do that alone...but JC, he's like your big brother. He shouldn't see mommy undressed."

"oh...okay. Well, he told me to come in here and tell you sorry."

Chapter 15

Tag List: @lohnes16, @evyiione

[stevie-wicks]

red, black and blue

She’d taken the photo in some empty parking lot in downtown LA, sunlight two years younger glinting off the hood of the Camaro. Billy’s moustache was still a couple of stray gold whiskers on his upper lip; his hair just past the tips of his unpierced ears. A different Billy to the one Hawkins had seen, but post-California Billy hadn’t had much time for Max’s amateur attempts at photography. Or for Max, in general.

“It’s a good photo.”

Jonathan Byers was not a formal wear kind of guy. He looked stiff and uncomfortable in his ugly suit- or maybe that was just an extension of how he was feeling. How they all were.

Max wrapped her hands around her elbows, suddenly regretting resisting her mother’s attempts to usher her into a jacket. “Thanks. I know he looks- different.”

Jonathan looked for a moment like he might offer her his ugly coat; then he probably remembered the uglier shirt he wore underneath. “He looks happier.”

“He was.” Max dug her nails into her skin. “He hated it here.”

Jonathan shoved his hands into his pockets. “Listen, Max; I know it’s not- it’s not really the same, but when I- when I thought Will was gone, I-” He swallowed. “Will is my best friend. I know that sounds really lame, but I just thought that. Maybe you’d feel better, or, I dunno. I know what it’s like.”

He was trying so hard. Max almost felt bad for him. “I don’t think you do.”

She’d wanted to sit next to Lucas, but her mom hadn’t. Some murmured nonsense about Neil not liking it; some louder nonsense about how they were a family and that now, more than ever, they had to stay together.

El became the compromise.

Not that Neil was gung-ho about El, either; not with the oversized flannel and suspenders she’d refused to change out of. Light blue eyes bore a hole into the side of Max’s head as she shuffled into the pew next to El. They weren’t the same shade of blue as Billy’s; he’d had more green to his, more like Max’s own. Neil’s were like ice chips.

A bony hand reached over, and Max looked up at Joyce Byers’s warm brown instead. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she whispered.

Stupidly, Max said, “He owed you a plate.”

El stirred. “I owe him my life,” she said quietly.

The last funeral Max had been to had been for some distant Mayfield relative. She’d been six and she’d cried all the way to Glendale because she was missing Jabberjaw. Then Dad bought her an ice cream and she’d forgotten all about Jabberjaw. She fell asleep halfway through the service, and they got home in time for Speed Buggy.

Billy’s service took half as long and felt an eternity longer.

Mom had offered to do a eulogy. She’d brought it up over breakfast, nervous eyes darting between Max and Neil, as if either of them would put up a fight. She tottered to her feet now, shuffling awkwardly to the front, in a dress a few laundry cycles short of being grey. For a fleeting moment, Max wished she had put up a fight. Billy would’ve died-

Max bit her cheek hard enough to taste copper.

Mom cleared her throat. “Billy and I didn’t know each other for very long, but I wish we had. He was a wonderful young man.” She dabbed at her eyes with a ratty handkerchief.

Max sank back into her seat. Maybe it was for the best; she could never lie about Billy the way her mom did. Not when all she could think of was the blood- God, so much blood, his blood- his last scream torn out of his chest by misshapen claws- apologies on a dying breath-

She stood up. Mom paused midway between some crap about Billy’s ‘respect and responsibility’.

“Maxine,” Mom said, mortified.

“I have to go.” She tore outside, knuckling her burning eyes.

The breeze nipped at her skin. She leaned against the wall, rubbing her hands up her arms. It was mid-July, for Pete’s sake.

She should’ve worn the stupid jacket.

She wiped at her face roughly. When her vision cleared, Lucas stood in front of her.

“Your mom’s done talking, if you wanna head back inside.” He kicked at a pebble.

Max kicked it back. It skittered away, just out of Lucas’s reach. “Not really.”

He squared his shoulders. “Mind if I join you, then?”

She shrugged. He hesitated for a moment before sidling up next to her, arms barely brushing.

“Steve’s giving his speech now.”

Max’s eyebrows reached her scalp.

“For the basketball team,” Lucas clarified, then added, a little awkwardly, “None of the other guys showed up.”

It shouldn’t hurt, but. “Yeah, well. Didn’t think Steve would, either. He hated Billy’s guts.” She dug her heels into the gravel. “You all did.”

Lucas fell quiet. “I didn’t hate him.”

Max snorted. “’Cause you’re not supposed to hold grudges over people who are-” She blinked back a fresh wave of tears. God, Maxine; you’re such a goddamn girl, Billy would’ve said. “You should. He was awful to you.”

“I didn’t hate him,” he repeated. “I mean, he scared the shit out of me, sure. But still. He was your brother.”

“That’s not an excuse. And he was my step-”

“He was your brother.” Lucas had turned on his side, fully facing her now. “And I know you lo- cared about him. And I’m trying to tell you that it’s okay to cry.”

Her eyes welled with tears. She hadn’t allowed herself to; not since Starcourt, not since she’d read the twenty-eight other names in the paper, not since she’d come home in an ambulance and her brother in a casket and Neil locked up Billy’s room and tore down everything else that had belonged to his son and threw it all in the trash like he’d been waiting to get rid of it-

Lucas held out an arm. Max buried her face in his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt and turning it translucent with her tears.

She cried long enough for her tear ducts to run dry, and then stood sniffling into the wet shirt. She was probably making it all gross with her snot, but she didn’t let herself get too torn up about it. The Sinclairs could afford a washing machine.

“Maxine.”

Max went rigid. Lucas, unbothered and oblivious, kept his arms around her. “Hey, Mr. Hargrove.”

She turned around slowly, just in time to catch the flicker of revulsion that passed over Neil’s face. “And who are you, boy?”

There was a painful pause. Max’s nails carved crescents into her palms.

“Lucas Sinclair, sir,” Lucas said at last.

Neil’s eyes were glacial. Max barely suppressed a shiver when they trained on her. “Maxine; something you learn when you grow older that there are a certain type of people in this world that you stay away from. And this boy?” Neil cut his gaze to Lucas. “This boy is one of them.”

Max reeled back. “I-”

“You stay away from my daughter, Sinclair; do you hear me?” Neil hadn’t raised his voice once since he’d started speaking. To any passers-by, this would look like a normal conversation. “Stay away.”

He didn’t wait for Lucas to respond, tugging Max away with a harsh grip on her wrist. She didn’t dare to turn around.

“I don’t want you anywhere near that boy, Maxine.” His hold loosened the closer they got to the car- Neil’s car, a respectable Ford sedan. She didn’t dare tug her hand free, either. “I hope you learn your lesson with this. Billy didn’t; not at first. I’m afraid I had to use more- forceful- methods with him. I trust I won’t have to do the same with you.”

Max turned to Neil despite herself. It was the first time he’d said Billy’s name since the Fourth of July.

His eyes gave nothing away. “Do I make myself clear?” His fingers tightened again.

“Yes, Papa.”

“Good.” Neil’s smile was a mirror of Billy’s; shark-like and vicious, moments away from tearing into your throat. “It’s about time you got some new friends, too. Girls your age shouldn’t be hanging around with boys too much.”

“El’s a girl,” Max told her shoes.

Neil scoffed. “Really? Did she show you proof?”

What happened to you, Mad Max? Billy would’ve asked. You’re not going to stand up for your little hick friends?

Or maybe-

I had to use more forceful methods with him - the bruises she’d see on Billy while his own knuckles remained unscathed- Mom whisking her away on impromptu shopping trips whenever Neil and Billy raised their voices- forceful methods -

- maybe he would understand.

★

Billy’s life couldn’t have fit into a garbage bag.

Max hadn’t gone into his room since she’d gone with El, but he had to have more than what Neil had thrown out onto the sidewalk. Outside the four walls of his room, it was like Billy hadn’t even existed.

She slipped out of bed in the quiet.

Billy had taught her how to pick a lock, back in California. “Use a hairpin, or somethin’- you got one of those?”

She unfurled her fingers. The hairpin was damp with sweat. She wiped it on her t-shirt, and slid it into the keyhole.

“Keep your big ears close to the door; you won’t hear squat that far away.”

She held her breath, pressing her ear to the cool wood.

“Wait for the sound- there, you hear that? That’s how you know the tumblers are in place.”

The door swung open with a soft click.

Max half expected to be assaulted by cigarette smoke and hair metal. But it had been almost a week, and all that Billy had left behind were stale air and silence.

She flicked on the flashlight. The blinds were drawn, the bed unmade, half his closet on the floor. Air the room out, and you could pretend he’d walk right in.

His schoolbooks balanced an ashtray; the desk was not for studying. Instead, he’d cluttered it with beer cans and tapes and a tree’s worth of loose-leaf.

She padded over and sat down in his chair, trying to imagine him hunched over the desk, scribbling on page after page in messy letters. Billy’s handwriting was just as angry as he was.

Her eyes flickered over song lyrics- snippets from the racket she’d been forced to sit through every weekday morning and afternoon. Somehow, silent car rides had lost their appeal.

Strange little doodles decorated the margins- band logos and cars and anatomically inaccurate depictions of women. “Gross,” Max said aloud, pushing the papers away with a theatric shudder.

The tabletop had not been exempted from Billy’s artistry; Max shone the flashlight on more band logos and cuss words and names engraved into the wood. Here there was a crude AC/DC logo, the lightning slash extending down to form the ‘t’ in ‘TWAT’. There was a ‘María’ right next to that, the accent mark angled in the wrong direction. Max remembered her; she’d gone out with Billy for all of sophomore year- the longest Max had ever seen him go out with one girl. She’d taught Max how to do makeup.

A few paces away was Tina- the prettiest girl in Hawkins High, everyone agreed- Laurie was a slut, but she’d complimented Max on her hair- and then Karen. Max traced the ‘K’; she didn’t know any Karens who went to Hawkins High- but then again, she barely knew all the kids in the middle school. There could be a pretty blonde cheerleader somewhere, talking to her friends over the phone. “Yeah, I went out with him a couple of times,” Max imagined her saying. She’d twirl a strand of hair around her finger, lips pulled down in a pout. “And now he’s dead. Spooky.”

She knuckled her eyes. The beam of the flashlight caught on the letter S.

She held the flashlight up, frowning at the name that made itself obvious. Stevie- except the ‘i’ was jammed haphazardly between the ‘v’ and the ‘e’, like it had been an afterthought.

She stared at it until the light flickered overhead.

“Shit!”

Max dropped the flashlight, head snapping back to the door. It hung ajar, just as she’d left it. Heart in her throat, she inched towards the doorway.

The hallway light flicked on.

Max held the flashlight close to her chest, knuckles bone-white and stark. She stepped outside, and the light turned on in the living room.

When she stood in the doorway, staring out at the lifeless room, the telephone started to ring.

Her feet felt heavy as cinderblocks. She plucked the receiver from its cradle, bringing it to her ear with shaking hands.

From the other side, someone breathed heavily.

Max pressed the phone closer, hard enough to hurt. “Billy?”

A crackle of static. Some peculiar noise.

Apologies on a dying breath.

Then, “Max.”

ao3

[popculturebuffet]

Batman: Surf’s Up, Jokers Under! Review (The Batman Tie In/Mars Birthday Special!)

Hello all you happy batpeople! And welcome to a special two fer as this is both my birthday present for my good friend Mars, one of my best friends since middle school and my super special tie-in to the gritty, serial killer mystery reboot, The Batman! Could I have gotten them to go with say a riddler episode? Could I have just done an episode of The Batman instead? Yes. Would I have?

This is easily one of the dumbest things i’ve done on this blog and I stand by it, as did Mars when I suggested holding back his birthday review just so I could do this when I realized “Oh yeah the Batman comes out next month”. 

It’s been far too long since I watched Adam West Batman. One of the biggest slices of camp to ever exist, wears that on it’s sleeve and as such is throughly enjoyable. It put Batman back on top and gave Adam West a career parodying himself for the rest of his glorious life. And out of all the episodes this stands out as one of the most memorably nuts in a series that prided itself on being as goofy and comic booky as humanly possible. I PROUDLY own a funko from this one (Sadly never got the joker one before it became incredibly expensive but hey), and i’m proud to present that time Joker tried to dominate the world with surfing and batman put on board shorts. So all you ho dad’s join me under the cut for Surf’s Up, Joker’s Under!

We begin our tale at Gotham Point, where the surf lingo is as thick as the 

We meet the local surf champ whose name i’ve forgot so i’ll call him hairy joe, as he has more bodyhair than me. I’d show a comparison shot, but that’d be illegal in 30 states and 20 countries. Hairy Joe is dating Barbra Gordon, aka Batgirl though you’d hardly know it as she spends most of the episode out of costume and thus unreconizable. See in this show barbra was a natural brunette, instead of her usual red in the comics (Despite being based on the show version, weird ain’t it). Combine that with her natural 60′s behive and her doting over this pile of hair, sweat and gristle and you have me, a fan of the feisty, super smart, badass Oracle/Batgirl babs of present day utterly disapointed but unsuprised at this version. I guess we all gotta start somewhere.

But a sinister plot is affot as The Joker arrives, played by good old Ceaser Romero who wonderfuly embodies the silver age joker: Goofy, laughy and utterly comitted to corny jokes, int his case his henchman being hang ten and riptide. That said his scheme this episode is entirely joke unrelated but we’ll get to that. He calls his henchman undine, our requisite bit of fanservice, on his hot dog phone, and she picks it up and puts it near her mouth.

The Joker sets his sinister plan into motion at the Hang Ten, the local surf hangout by throwing the owner, Hot Dog Harrigan, into the garbage where he belongs, then having Undyne lure hairy joe up there with a phone call... and fills the phone with gas. Barbra happens to notice the green haired known criminal kidnapping her boyfriend in his car because shockingly, the man with clown makeup plastered over his mustache who just threw a human person in the garbage for giggles is not subtle. 

So since she can’t batgirl up since Undyne is there and might notice, she instead phones her dad to phone Batman. So Batman and Robin BATCOPTER their way there in case you needed a reminder batman was the one percent, he just.. casually Batcopters instead of taking the fucking car. I mean the car is atomic so it’s not MUCH better for the envinronment but still. 

So while their Batcoptering Joker reveals his evil plan and it’s just... you have to hear it. Okay so his plan is to use his Surfing Experience and Ability Transferometer and Vigor Reverser to take Harry Joe’s surfing skills and youthful stamina so he can become king of the surf. Now you may be thinking this is some big joke or something you know because it’s in the name. But no, this is a genunie plan to become king of the surfers as Gotham is holding the world surfing championships, and then use the idolation of the young people to create a violence gang and take over the gotham then the world. 

Over the past few days binging Miraculous Ladybug with my good friend @jess-the-vampire​ I have seen plans to cook a teenager into soup, stalk a teenage party in the hopes it’ll give you someone to make into a teddy bear themed super villian, and seen a man get turned into a supervillian because a teenager challenged his panther to a race.. and the Joker’s plan is still the most gloriously insane thing i’ve seen all week. He’s going to all this trouble just on the HOPE it’ll make him enough of a cult figure to create a violence gang.. and later once he has gained his ablility it turns out.. IT WORKS. As Batman and Robin arrive there’s a green haired band singing his praises. And we later find out these AREN’T minons, these are just casual surfing fans who think he’s groovy. It’d be enough if he thought this stupid plan would work with no logistics, that’ dbe hilarous.. but what makes it truly legendary is that it would actually work in this universe. God I love this show. 

So Batman and Robin arrive to meet with Gordon and Chief O’Hara, the show’s resident irish cop sterotype and Gordon’s bumbling sidekick. And the latter two’s outfits are.... well their comedic gold, and intentional comedic gold at that.

Seriously it’s a joke they made.. that perfectly lands. Just look at them. Now them trading slang as aged like sidewalk mayo, 39.99 at my store, 30 with promo code “THISWILLGIVEYOUGOUT”, but them in those outfits.. that’s truly timeless. Epsecially o’hara’s back to the future part 2 sunglasses. 

Batman and Robin are rejected by the locals for being squares and not wearing shorts.... yet the two old men are not only accepted but ONLY Undyne sees anything supscious about them. I’m not kidding. They later inflitrate a meeting that’s just the joker bragging about his surfing and no one notices, with the joker ONLY getting who they are when theyt ake off the disgusies. I.. I don’t even have to write any jokes for that. This show is fucking genius.

Despite being there hours they both got nothing so it’s TO THE BATCAVE to figure out something while Undyne calls to warn the joker. But being a super villian he WANTS Batman to come to him so he can set a trap. But first batman has to consult his top of the line crime computer which spits out a picture of ten toes. 

Turns out it’s not batman’s fetish but a clue to go to the ten toes surf board factory that’s been closed. So away they go. But OH NO the joker’s ready for them with poisoness blowfish darts and they can’t get to seawater in time.  So we get our mid-episode cliffhanger, since unlike the first two seasons this ain’t a two parter.. and it is sublime. So the Joker’s plan is to MAKE THEM INTO SURFBOARDS.  Which sounds like he’s going to pulp them for it but really is just his two minons wipe out and hang ten, because of course they are, COVERING THEM IN RESIN. that’s.. seriously the plan. Oh and how they escape is better.. THEY EXPLODE THEIR WAYS OUT. Batman and Robin are immune to explosions. This is canon now. 

What follows is Batmana nd Joker, in goofy shorts, on surf boards doing the goofiest gestures while people narrate their doing surfing moves. It is one of the greatest moments in television history and desreves to be seen with your eyes. 

This.. is... pure.. art. 

Also Batman has to use the bat shark replelant, lest you thought that was a joke someone made up. No he really has that and really uses it not once but twice, as he also more famously used it in the movie. And not only that he gets EXTRA POINTS for it. I”m not making this up. JOker ends up loosing because he only won in style, but not in surfing despite doing the exact same goofy shit as batman on a surf board. ALL HAIL BATMAN, KING OF  THE BEACH. 

So soon afterwords our two officers find Hot Dog in the trash can, as O’Hara thought he heard a persona nd Gordon assumed it was the wind. I will remind you he’s been in there for a whole day likely eating stale hot dogs to surivive.  THe irony was not lost on Hot Dog Harridan nor the officers. So Joker cheeses it and we get our obligtory corny fight scene with Batgirl FINALLY showing up.  It’s as glorious as it sounds complete with outloud sound effects and two nut shots with paddles. I’m not kidding, I rewound the episode JUST to make sure I wasn’t just projecting. batman hits a guy in the nuts with a paddle and so does batgirl. This may be the finest day of my career. 

So our heroe win, the bad guys are carted away and hairy joe gets his power back. All’s well. Also there’s a robbery in london. So there’s that

Final Thoughts:

This episode is pure magic. It’s the best kind of camp and I highly recommend you watch it. IT’s free on tubi. While this show ha sa bad reputation it’s the fun kind of goofy, never having taken itself seriously and even with the grim turn batman’s largely taken, it’s still okay to enjoy a version whose just pure fun, camp and everything that makes superheroes great. Thanks for reading and a happiest belated birthday to one of the finest persons i’ve ever known. I love you mars, your like a brother to me and I wish you a million more happy birthdays. 

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Frozen within the Night Wind: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Book 3 Chapter 1

None of the characters in twilight belong to me, all rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

Summary: Fleur has never been in more danger than she has now. Not only does she have the revengeful and angry Victoria after her. But the Volturi is wanting to go after her as well. Will Fleur be able to stay human? Or will someone end up getting in her way?

"Baby, that isn't how they look tonight

It took the light absolutely forever to get to your eyes

And as we gaze skyward, ain't it dark early?

It's the star treatment."

Star Treatment, By The Arctic Monkeys

Those speckled stars in the midnight sky are my possibilities of life, my fate.

That ocean is the course I will float through. It may be choppy and rough.

Or that tide that the moons controls will take me under.

Now in days, it always felt like that moon was going to take me in the water, pushing me down deep. I had multiple targets on my back and many deadly people trying to shoot their shots toward me. It seemed I had grown numb to the idea of my heart not beating anymore. It felt like a fate I couldn't escape. I should've known this would happen... I was dating someone whose heart had stopped beating over a hundred years ago. I would never blame him for my problems, of course, he couldn't control my sister's mouth as much as I wanted him to.

My dreams had started to get strange...Anytime I was "in" Victoria she was always alone. I felt her resentment, nervousness, and the constant hesitance of the people around her. I was always wondering what had happened to that man she had bitten. Leah and I hadn't talked since her dad had ended up getting killed, I hadn't seen Seth either. Bella and I had been worse than we had ever been. Seeing her still makes me sick to my stomach and Edward made me just as sick too. But I knew something was coming...and I knew that we would all have to stick together, whether we wanted to or not.

I was currently making my way down to the Cullens, I wanted to see Rosalie and Jasper, and Alice too. I couldn't stand to be in that house by myself with Edward and Bella not too far away.

Tell me, how am I to feel? Tell me how... I don't know if I can chill I need to scream it loud

Female Energy PT2 by, Willow Smith

I pulled into the Cullen's driveway and jogged up to the door, knocking softly. Jasper had always told me I never needed to knock and that I could just come in but, it always felt wrong not doing it. I looked through the glass and saw Rosalie smiling, she had more bridal magazines in her hands. Ever since she found out Jasper and I had gotten engaged she was gung ho on planning our wedding. I was convinced she could be a professional wedding planner.

"Fleur! You came right on time." I walked into the house and took my sweater off.

"Glad I made it on time... my rule is when Edward enters the house, it's time for me to leave the house." I joked.

"Oh, I'm sure they're driving you nuts."

"You have no idea... Is Jasper here?

"No, he went on a hunting trip with Emmett, Esme, Dean, Carlisle, and Alice, they'll be gone for the rest of the night."

"Oh okay. What'd you find?" I asked gesturing toward the pile of magazines.

"I was looking at wedding dresses perfect for forest weddings, and when the best time to have weddings at, as well as things you shouldn't have in a wedding because they can cause bad luck."

"Rose... Alice is starting to rub off on you isn't she?" I said a smirk was plastered on my face.

"Yes... I think she is."

"So, what do they tell us about what are the best dresses to wear?"

"Well, I was seeing a lot of lace, and most the dresses were short."

"I like lace."

"Good, we've made progress."

"I was thinking about having Lilies of the Valley for the main floral arrangements."

"You are reading my mind Fleur."

We were scanning through different magazines, pointing out some things I would want to have. The distraction was nice but soon enough those same thoughts crept back into my head. Rosalie noticed this and a concerned look was replaced with her joyful one.

"What's going on in that head of yours Fleur."

I sighed

"I'm just freaked out about everything...and these dreams about Victoria aren't helping either."

"You've had more dreams about Victoria?" She inquired, her face was full of shock."

"Oh...I didn't say anything about that did I?"

"No...what's she doing?"

"Well, the first dream I had of her again was while all you guys were gone. She had attacked some man but didn't kill him. The dreams of her I've had recently are just her alone... she seems so nervous now."

"I wish I could help you out with whatever's going on but, I can't do anything for your dreams."

"It's not your fault Rose... I just wish I knew why my dreams have been so accurate when it came to things involving her. Well... there was one other thing, but I'm not sure if Jasper told you."

"What's it about?"

"I was having dreams the night you guys had left, one of them I was standing on a random street corner, and Jasper was there driving a car. When he got a second look at me I disappeared. He had called me in the middle of the night and asked me how I found him."

"Oh my god...are you sure you're fully human?" She asked playfully.

"I don't know what the heck I am at this point," I said, chuckling.

"I have to admit, it's impressive... I've never even heard a vampire being able to do that stuff."

"I wish I could control it, the dreams cut off after a while."

"I wouldn't worry about it, for now, it comes into use for us when we've reached dead ends. You have to be hungry, why don't we take a break from wedding planning?"

"Sounds good... I'm starving!"

After I had finished dinner, it was late so I had decided to spend the night there. I pulled out my phone and called dad, so he didn't freak out about anything.

"Hey Petal, I was just about to call."

"Sorry dad, I'm over with Rosalie... we spent too much time wedding planning. I'm going to spend the night here since it's so late." I explained.

"That's fine, tell Rosalie I said hi."

"I will love you, dad."

"Love you too."

"I'm going to bed Rose, I'll see you in the morning."

"Alright, sleep well." She said.

I went up to Jasper's room and collapsed on the bed the Cullens had gotten for me. I was roused awake slightly a few hours later, those familiar cold arms wrapped themselves around me. I fell back to sleep a few seconds later. I awoke the next morning, the sun was burning my face. It was one of those rare day's the sun decided to make an appearance in Forks. I groaned and buried my face in one of the cush pillows behind my head. I heard a deep chuckle from the doorway.

"You never were a morning person were you love?" I heard Jasper ask...not matter how long I was here on this Earth, I would never get tired of his voice.

"I don't wanna get up...you can't make me."

"I technically could darlin, I am a vampire you know."

"But you're a nice vampire...you love me too much to wake me up."

"Edward and Bella will be coming over soon..." I shot up and looked at him, a grin on his face told me he was joking.

"I take it back, you're mean."

"If it'll make it up to you...I'll make you breakfast."

"As nice as that sounds... I better go, dad is probably waiting for me."

"Okay love, I'll see you tonight." He said, I kissed him before leaving, I bid everyone a goodbye in the lounge room and made it toward my car. The long drive back was going well until my car had broken down.

"Aww damn it..." I said, getting out of my car. I was still in the forest, the dead leaves were crunching underneath my feet. Before I could open the engine however I heard another set of feet coming toward me. I looked up and locked eyes with someone who looked familiar to me... his eyes were blood red.

"Fleur Swan... we meet at last."

[kindaangelic]

Meeting The Robins

Batman is a notoriously private individual, even to his closest of allies in the Justice League. Barry Allen thinks that Batman is a spirit. Hawkgirl still thinks that Batman is half actual bat. Hal Jordan knows nothing.

So what happens when they meet the Robins?

……………………

Batman does not want his colleagues in the Batcave. He might add well just invite them into his bed and be done with it. However, the watchtower is being fixed up, and they need to meet somewhere, and no one wants to go to Clark's stupid ice castle, and no men are allowed on Diana's stupid island, so the Batcave it was.

Twenty minutes into the meeting and Bruce wants them to leave, when he hears the sound of the cave doors opening, and the Batmobile veering in. The car stops, and Nightwing steps out, carrying a tiny Robin, who is clawing at something in his sleep.

Everyone just stops, because these are Batman's kids, and no one is allowed to talk about them, know about them, or talk to them, no matter how juicy Nightwing looks that night, or Batman will throw a fit.

Nightwing smiles and swans over to Bruce, offering him Damian, who frowns in his sleep. Bruce stares at his tetchy little son and reaches out to take him, and cuddles him against his chest.

“I'll be right back with his night clothes,” Dick smiles. “Hi guys, nice to see you!” He says gaily, before loping upstairs. Bruce sees Hal Jordan's awful eyes, he sees the way they zoom in on his son's butt, and he wants to poke Hal's eyes out.

The meeting continues, and scarcely ten minutes later, a hush falls over the room. Bruce looks up from his report to see the cause and is slightly jarred to see the Red Hood emerge from the shadows.

Everyone has gone visibly still, not knowing what the famed anti-hero is here for. Jason cares not for them, and approaches Bruce, who is still holding Damian. Bruce stills, as Jason removes his helmet and looks at a sleeping Damian. He bends down and very deliberately blows into his baby brother's ear.

He scampers away, delighted, as Damian begins to rouse, like a growly polar bear. “Who dares to blow thusly into my ear? Oh, what ho, Father, why are you holding me?”

Bruce clears his throat. “Dick went upstairs to get your night clothes.”

“Ah. And who breathed on me?”

“Jason,” Bruce says, seeing no reason to spare his second son.

Damian begins to plot his revenge, and falls back into a fitful sleep.

Clark is looking at Damian tenderly, and Bruce's leg is falling asleep from Damian's weight, so he hands his son over to Clark, who cuddles his tiny, spiny, sea urchin nephew.

The less familiar members of the League are still put out that the Red Hood had just walked past them. “Er, Batman-”

“Yes.”

“Are you just going to let the Red Hood-”

“Yes.”

“But he-”

“Shut up, Hal.”

“He tried to collect a bounty on me!” Green Arrow squeaked.

“Did he succeed?”

“Yes! But I managed to escape my captor by the skin if my nose! I saw him buying ice lollies for some kids with the bounty money!”

“Good for him.”

Seeing that Bruce was not about to be swayed, Green Arrow fell silent again.

A few minutes later, there is a breath that passes them by. Its soft, but chilling. One that makes the hairs on their arm rise up. Bruce pauses, smiles, and continues.

No one saw the Bat's daughter.

The meeting continues, but the air remains oppressive, not that Batman notices. Hal Jordan does, and elbows the Flash. Barry nods nervously, acknowledging that preternatural feeling that you got when someone is watching you.

Oliver Queen sniffs discreetly, taking note of the bitter tang to the air. He looks behind him, just in time to see a pair of owlish, pale blue eyes staring from the shadows. He blinks, and they are gone.

Barry Allen sees the same thing. The orb-like, dead gaze of his nightmares, accompanied by a soft humming.

“Hal.”

“Yeah?” Hal whispers back.

“Are you humming 'Mm whatcha say'?”

Hal gulps. “You hear it too?”

Bruce looks up from his report, and the eyes appear in the shadowy corner behind him, and Hal can't take it any more.

“I hate you, I hate you!” Hal cries, pointing at Batman. “I hate your creepy cave and your stupid secret kids, and that dead ghost thing in the corner!” He sobs.

Bruce continues to stare impassively for a second, watching Diana and Clark calm a hysterical Hal down. Then he turns to look behind his shoulder. “Tim, go to sleep son.”

“I was watching your meeting,” Tim's soft, lilting voice replies, and he steps out of the shadows.

Hal screams louder, because the “ghost” is apparently a little twink in an oversized hoodie, with eyes that don't belong on a living face. It is holding a mug of steaming coffee.

“Go to sleep or I won't let you meet Superboy for your dinner tomorrow night,” Batman says.

Tim concedes and shuffles upstairs, leaving Bruce to stare disdainfully at his shaken colleagues. “What is wrong with you people, screaming at my children like that? Surely you knew that I had kids.”

Barry is still trying to find his calm, and Superman is ushering a confused Damian upstairs.

“Bruce, you didn't exactly tell anyone else outright,” Clark says gently.

“Its a matter of public record that I have kids.”

“Yeah, but not like...this!” Barry exploded. “Especially not weird ghost kid!”

“Red Robin is not a ghost,” Bruce frowns.

“And...Red Hood!”

Bruce's expression shutters off dangerously. “What about him.”

“N-nothing,” Hal stutters.

Batman looks at his colleagues with grim finality. “Good. Now is we can get back to work…”

The cave remains tense until the meeting is over and the not-Clark members of the League run away. Batman sits back and looks at Clark. “You know about my kids.”

“Yes, because I live in the neighboring city and watched them grow up, and Tim is dating my brother and will most likely marry him,” Clark says calmly.

Bruce flinches at the thought of the future. “Maybe I should bring my kids to the Watchtower.”

“Maybe,” Clark grins. “It'd be good for the Leauge to get to know them properly. They're great kids.”

Bruce smiles. “Yeah. They are.”

………………