#i need my upside down strawberry as is or i look EXTRA weird

[dudeshusband]

i think i have a very chill makeup style because i don't care.

i lived 19 years makeup free. i'm not afraid of my own face. i don't try to make myself a different person.

[merakiclosed]

Yoongi - Exhausted

》 Pairing: Poor Single mum reader x Rich CEO Yoongi

》 Summary: Living in a rundown apartment, trying to raise a 7 year old and balancing one full time job and part time job on Saturdays was hard and tiring. What happens when you discover your crush on your boss, Yoongi. What if he happens to like you back.

Genre: Fluff 

》 Word count: 3k

》 Notes/ Warnings: One swearword used, She/her pronouns used, reader faints, talk of over working 

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Its 8pm on a Sunday evening when Yuna trudges into your room, yawning. You put the book you was reading down and chuckle when Yuna flops down onto the bed, headfirst and move a hand to stoke her messy hair.

“Mumma, the machine in the kitchen is making a funny sound again” she mumbles into the duvet. The machine that she was talking about was the washing machine, you know its not been doing well over the past few days, but your trying to make it last as long as it can. You might have just enough to buy a second hand one again if you’re lucky.

You sighed, “It’s okay, Mumma will sort it”

She dramatically throws herself so that she is now facing the ceiling, her eyes fluttering from tiredness. Her yellow pyjamas already on ready for bed, her hair a fluffy mess and her chubby cheeks slightly pink from the summer heat.

“Let’s get you to bed” you whisper to her, picking her up and walking towards her room.

You set her down in bed and tuck her in, brushing some hair out of her face. Kissing her forehead, you mumble “I love you sweet pea”

“M, love you” Yuna whispers so quietly, you almost miss it.

You get up and close the door with a low click. Turning around, you are faced with the poor excuse of an open plan apartment. The wallpaper was an odd, faded shade of grey, some of it bubbling off in the corner next to the front door from it being damp. It was a small apartment, the kitchen, living room and dining room squashed into one room. Yuna had the biggest room in the apartment and you tried to decorate the best you could. Her walls were pink, and her room was scattered with toys.

You was 18 when you had Yuna and your life turned upside down. Cliché but true. There were a lot of comments on how stupid you were to get pregnant and how irresponsible you were for not being careful enough at such a crucial point in your life. I mean, you saved up to go to university but all of that went down hill when you found yourself with Yuna, all of the money you saved went to her. Your parents kicked you out because they disapproved, after all, they always tried to plan your life. You never did live for yourself, it was always their plan, their way of living.

The worst of it was that the boy that got you pregnant. The boy you thought you would live forever with. Left. Once he heard you were pregnant, he fled and just wanted you so that he had someone he could bang ever now and then. He left, changing his phone number and even moved house. He was your everything, you thought he loved you, but clearly it was a lie. You rolled your eyes at the whole ordeal, you weren’t sad, but you were slightly angry, mainly at yourself at believing in something like love.

You shook your head, not wanting to think about this, you had to get ready for tomorrow. In the next 3 hours, you cleaned the house and sorted some emails before tomorrow, cooking some food for lunch and making Yuna’s pack up.

Yawning, you headed to your room, the bed digging into your back as you laid down. Checking to make sure that you set your alarm, you fell into a dreamless sleep.

You wake up to a series of banging on the front door, scaring the living daylights out of you. You stumble out of bed, trying not to fall over from being tangled around the duvet. However, your limbs didn’t cooperate with you and you fell onto the hardwood floor with a loud thud.

“fuck” you wheeze out

Another load of banging had you up and onto your feet, your hands trying to tame your bed hair.

“Happy Monday” An excited voice greets you once you open the door. You stare blankly at Taehyung as he smiles at you brightly. ‘It’s too early for this’, you thought.

“TaeTae” You hear a shout come from behind you as your shoved out of the way by your own daughter so that she can jump into his Taehyung’s arms.

“Hello, my little cuddle bunny” His face seems to light up even more when Yuna places her small hands on his cheeks and leans to kiss his nose.

You close the door behind them when they walk in, heading to the coffee pot.

“I’ll be right back” you mutter to them, though, you doubt that either of them heard you as they talk animatedly about how Yuna is going to write about a unicorn in her writing class today, as the theme was imagination. Gosh, how you wish you could back to that point in your life.

You get ready fairly quickly, your hair now suitable for a work environment. You were dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse, deciding to ditch the blazer as the temperature was supposed to be high today.

You walk out and get a cup of coffee that was already sat on the side; Taehyung must have poured you a cup. You sit on the couch as Tae and Yuna sit in front of you, Tae drinking his coffee and Yuna eating some cereal, both of them fascinated by Strawberry Shortcake on the TV. You wonder if Taehyung is even the same age at you, as you watch him smiling at the kids show.

Checking the time, you realise that you probably set off now so that you are there on time. You lower yourself and kiss Yuna’s head, “Okay, I’m going now. I love you Yuna, make sure that Tae doesn’t forget his phone again” you chuckle.

“Heyyy, I’m the babysitter. Bye have a good day, don’t work too hard” Tae whines.

“Bye Tae” You say as you ruffle his hair. As you close the door, you hear Taehyung yell at you for messing with his hair.

You had a very boring office job from Monday – Friday and a small part-time job on Saturday, leaving Sunday for you and Yuna. You try to spend at much time with her as you can, trying to make up for the loss of another parent as well as the amount of hours that you don’t see her due to work. Sometimes you wonder if she is closer to Taehyung because of this. Taehyung has been with you and Yuna since she was born, as you met him just before you were pregnant. He was the only friend that stayed with you throughout the whole ordeal. He was like your big brother. – He was only a few months older.

The office job you had was boring. Mr Min, the CEO, was weird. He was handsome, but always looked cold, even though you doubt that he is as you often see his gummy smile. However, at least once a day you saw him. He always checked up on you, asking you to go to his office to ask if you’re alright or if you need help. He was amazing, he currently had silver hair that suited him so well, he was extra kind to you, he smiled a little more when with you compared to when he was with someone else. You blinked hard, pausing your steps. ‘Ah, shit. I think I like my boss’, you thought.

‘No, I can’t do that, I have Yuna. She comes first’

You was so caught up in your head that you didn’t notice another voice calling for you as you walked through the office.

“Hello? Ms L/N?” You jumped at the closeness of the voice, turning around to find Mr Min looking at you with an eyebrow raised, an amused smile coating his red, kissable lips. You quickly register that he said something and shake your head, nope we are not going there.

“Oh, Hi, yes hello, sorry” You stumbled over your words, an awkward smile on your face.

“How are you today Ms L/N?” He stares down at you.

“I’m okay thank you Mr Min” You say, stopping yourself from starring at his handsome features. “How are you?”

“I am fine, thank you” He runs a hand through his already messy hair and bids you goodbye as he closes the door to his office.

The only other bad thing about your job, other than it being boring, was the manager of your sector. He was always angry not matter what, you think you did a good job? Wrong. You think you’re done for the day? Wrong, there’s more work on your desk. He was horrible. You always ended up with twice your workload. More often that not, you would be working overtime. You couldn’t even count the amount of times you have had to call Taehyung and ask if he could stay later with Yuna, promising to buy him food.

Sitting down at your desk, you stretched first before logging on, you sigh looking at the photo of you and Yuna on your desk. All you could think about was working hard so that Yuna had a better life than this. A better life than the one that you live. The bad thing was, was that you didn’t even notice that your battery was running out. Quickly.

It was Friday morning when your manager came up to your desk and piled yet another load on your already cramped desk. In an authoritative tone he said “Y/N on my desk by the end of the day”.

You looked at your checklist on the post-it note on your computer, it was going to be a long day. Even though it was only 11am, you rang Tae and asked if he could stay later and that you promise to get him food and pay him extra, seeing as it was a Friday night.

You already felt disoriented this morning, your head throbbing as you lazily gazed at the manila folders on your desk. Realising that you forgot one of the folders in Mr Min’s office from this morning, you get up and head to his office. However, you don’t make it very far as a wave of dizziness crashed over you, you balanced yourself against the wall of the corridor and closed your eyes, breathing deeply for a second, composing yourself. You knocked on the door of his office and bowed once you entered, trying to muster a smile on your face. You just need to make it through today and it will all be fine.

“Hello, Ms L/N. How can I help?” He asks in a husky voice, trying to suppress his anger from his previous meeting. He looks down at his computer for a minute, expecting to hear you say something but when you don’t, he looks up at you. Your eyes seemed unfocused, your body swaying a bit as your whole-body shakes.

The ground beneath you seemed to spin as your eyesight got blurry, the pounding in your head getting worse by the second. With nothing to hold onto, your knees buckle under your weight, fear courses through Yoongi’s body as he catches you, just before you fall, pulling you into his chest. His hands shook as he called an ambulance, his voice wavering a bit. He didn’t know why he was so scared, you only passed out, you weren’t dying. Yet, he couldn’t stop shaking.

He was an idiot, he saw the signs of exhaustion as soon as you walked in on Monday, why didn’t he give you the week off, you was one of the most hard-working employees that he had. For his own selfish reasons, he didn’t want you to be off, he wanted to see you as much as possible. Yoongi admits that he did develop a small crush on, he wanted to know anything and everything about you. However, this was harder than he thought as you were a very closed off person, you hardly ever talked about your personal life and you always tried to keep the conversation topic to work. It wasn’t often when he saw you express your emotions, but when you smiled at him, his heart beat a little faster.

When you open your eyes, you’re greeted with a bright light, causing you to groan as you can faintly hear a little girls voice.

“Mum, Mum”

You blink a few more times as you come face to face with Yuna, her lips trembling and tears already cascading down her face. She pounces on to you, hugging you tightly. You wheeze, your eyes going wide from the hug attack.

“I was so worried when TaeTae came to pick me up” Her voice wavering.

“Aw, Yuna, I didn’t mean to scare you, I just fell asleep at work. Silly mum huh” You wipe away her ears and squish her chubby cheeks together, making her giggle.

“Come on bun, lets get your mum a drink from the vending machine” Taehyung comes to pick her up and bounces her up and down his arms. He looks back at you with a tired smile, concern written over his face. Looks like your going to have a long talk when you get back home.

A cough came from the right of you, turning your head, you find your boss sat that. Mr Min. He got up slowly to pour you a cup of water.

“Here” He have you the plastic cup and you took it with a small thanks.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you was feeling unwell?” He questioned, sitting on the seat next to the bed. It looked like he was going to reach a hand out towards you, but thought better of it as he lowered it, rubbing the back of his neck.

All you could do was shrug to his question, “I didn’t think it was important”. Your voice was so quiet, you didn’t think he heard it, but he did.

“Well, it is important.” He hesitated to say the next sentence “You know that I’m always here, right? I know that I am the big CEO, that I don’t always look friendly. But I want to get to know you. I don’t want to talk about just work, I want to know how you feel, what makes you happy, what makes you sad. I want to know you, Y/N. I want to know all about that little girl that came rushing to your bed in tears. The little girl that questioned why you was asleep. The little girl that resembles you so much”

You were speechless. No one wanted to get to know you, not since him. Although you did have a crush on him, you thought that you could never date, Yuna always being your top priority.

“You know that Taehyung told me everything” You looked up at him with wide eyes. Taehyung did WHAT? He knew about your crush, when you realised it on Monday, you nearly had a full-on melt down once you got home. Taehyung was, of course, there for you, telling you having a crush on someone was normal and it was completely fine. However, you were adamant that this was bad, you couldn’t bring someone else in your life, what happens if he leaves, you don’t think you could go through something like that again. Or what happens if Yuna doesn’t like him? Or he leaves and Yuna is already attached to him? You couldn’t do that to her.

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t hear Yoongi move to sit next to you on the hospital bed. This time, he didn’t hesitate to bring his hand up to move hair out of you face. You looked up at him with blurry eyes, tears threatening to escape. You were confused, exhausted, and stressed.

“I don’t know how long I can go on for like this” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I’ve taken care of her for 7 years; Tae is her babysitter. He is always there if I need him, but I won’t be able to rely on him forever, he is always on the edge of his seat, waiting for me to call him and ask something else of him. I’m scared that one day, he will walk away, just like everyone else.” You added the last bit on, no longer scared of Yoongi’s reaction. You were just so, so tired.

Yoongi’s heart broke at both the words that you spoke and the tone of your voice. You were such a strong woman. He wanted to take all of the pressure of you, he wanted to give you the world. It’s what you deserved.

“Please let me take care of you now” He whispered, his hand lingering on your cheek.

“How do I know you won’t leave?” Your actions betrayed your words as you leaned into his touch.

“Trust me. Let me prove to you that I’m here and I always will be. Please let me in” he begged, his eyes showing nothing but love and care.

Your body started to shake as you sat up and threw yourself at him, hugging him. His arms went around your waist as he moved the both of you so that you were now sat in his lap. He cooed and whispered soothing words to you as your body wracked with sobs, you couldn’t stop crying.

“I trust you” you whispered into his ear, your breath causing goosebumps to rise on his skin.

When Yuna and Tae walked through the door, laughing loudly, they noticed that you were both passed out. You were on Yoongi’s lap, your head tucked into his chest, whilst his chin rested on top of your head. Both of your arms wrapped around each other.

“Is Mummy safe with that man” Yuna whispers into Taehyung’s ear. Taehyung smiled widely at the both of you, taking his phone out of his pocket to take a picture of the two of you, “Of course she is, Mumma has just found her prince. Now, let’s go and get ice cream”

Next: Mothers day

[quartzwriting]

Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader

Description: You offer Bucky coffee, with an accidental espresso shot, and the caffeine gets to him. Fall themed!

Warnings: Non

Word Count: 2.0k

A/N: Originally posted on Quotev on Jan 21, 2019 /  Sorry if Bucky feels out of character, I blame the caffeine I gave him / Written for Alex 

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“Where is he?”

Steve looked up from his breakfast and pointed to the open door of the fridge. Tony was rummaging through it while mumbling to himself, but perking up at the sound of your voice. He had a strawberry in his mouth, there he goes snacking again. Food never seems to last in the tower.

You held up the tray and Tony's face lit up. He wanted you to do his morning Starbucks run. Even if the tower had plenty of coffee and tea options, he needed his pumpkin spice latte and he wanted it done right. You never thought Tony would be that type of person, to like sugary and basic white bitch drinks, but he is apparently.

“I’m not Pepper.” You said blankly, eyeing the man as he approached to claim his drink. “Why did I have to go and get your coffee?”

“Because you’re the one who messed up on the last mission, (Y/N).” Tony answered with an fake innocent smile.

“I tripped!” You gasped in defense, really you tripped. It was an accident but it made a domino effect and you almost costed everyone the mission. The guys in the tower were not going to let you forget anytime soon, it was too embarrassing. And you were thankful Sam didn't have a camera because that would be the worst.

“You just need to have your pumpkin spice latte.” Steve laughed, shaking his head.

“Get in the fall spirit, Rogers.” Tony said, taking one of the cups from the tray greedily.

“I can only imagine what he’ll do on Halloween…” You mumbled under your breath. The over the top decorations and his making everyone play along with his enthusiasm...Oh no what about Christmas...you didn’t even want to think about Christmas.

Before you knew it Tony left with his coffee, not even thanking you for going out in the cold to get it. Something wanted you to go follow him and shove the other three steaming hot cups down the front of his shirt, but you refrained since you wanted one of them for yourself.

Instead you bottled up your frustrations and you took one for yourself and gave one to Steve. Tony paid for it so it doesn't matter, free coffee for you then!

While taking a sip of your own delicious latte, you heard heavy footsteps enter the room. Soon Bucky groaned and dragged himself into the kitchen.

“Morning Bucky.” You said, taken aback by his sudden appearance. He simply nodded in response, he was not a morning person. It seemed that your heart jumped to your throat every time he acknowledged your existence, and you’ll take a simple nod as one.

“Come on Buck, wake up. We got training to do.” Steve announced, cleaning up his dishes.

“Yeah yeah I know. God, you’re so loud.” Bucky looked like he could use a few more hours of sleep, or a few gallons of coffee. He slowly made his way to the pantry and stumbled dug for the breakfast bars, a quick breakfast before training.

"Hey Bucky, you want one?" You offered him one of the coffee cups, knowing it was a dangerous game you were playing by speaking to him this early in the morning. But thankfully he didn't chop your head off, he merely turned around to see what you had offered.

"What is it?" He asked, staring at the cup with a blank face.

"Pumpkin spice latte."

Bucky looked skeptical, but took it and raised it to his lips to take a sip. The sugar hit him before the caffeine.

"It's sweet."

"See its not that bad." Steve chimed in, drinking his own latte.

"The future is weird..." He mumbled, sending a slightly amused-looking smile in your direction. You didn't know if you wanted to scream or run to your room and hide.

"Technically its the present." Steve tried to be smart.

"Shut up." Bucky started to walk out of the room, still slightly groggy (the caffeine would kick in soon though) but he looked back. “That scarf looks good on you.”

You glanced down at it, fleece and yellow plaid. You grew shy and scratched the back of your head. “Thanks.” You realized it came out as a mere squeak.

He smiled and left after muttering "Thank you, (Y/N)", probably to get ready for training. Deep down you didn't want to see him go, and you heart pounded when he said your name.

"Weird."

"Hm?" You turned to Steve.

"He usually hates mornings, he looked happy."

It just dawned on you. Everyone feared bothering Bucky when it was too early, and on a normal day he would go into full Winter Soldier mode when anyone dared to step across the line of 'I'm too tired to be alive right now and I'll murder you and burn your body if you get in my face'. Maybe it was the latte you gave him, to your knowledge Bucky didn't drink coffee much.

Then you realized something...

Oh Shit.

"Oh no," You knew Steve would scold you, so you changed your wording in your head before it came out of your mouth.

"What?"

"I gave Bucky the one with the espresso shot..."

The Captain chuckled and patted your shoulder, "Its fine, he needs it."

You slightly laughed, if it made him a little less of a morning grump then why not.

"Don't worry, it probably will not turn out as bad as that one time when Pietro had just regular coffee." Steve remembered.

So many things in the Tower were broken that day, Tony was furious. There was plenty of yelling, and the speedster almost passed out from the overdrive. From that day forwards, Pietro was never allowed to have coffee ever again.

"But I kinda needed that espresso shot..." You groaned.

"Calm down, you'll live." He said it so simply you almost wanted to knock him upside the head. Then he mumbled something; "Also I don't think the coffee was the reason he was happy-"

"What?"

He ignored you.

"Well I'm gonna head to the training room, see ya kid." Cap left the kitchen, leaving you with your latte (that sadly wasn't strong enough to kill your exhaustion) and you finally could have your breakfast. Because someone didn't let you do anything until you fetched their morning coffee (Tony "Im Iron Man and Im Superior To You" Stark).

~~~

"Who gave Bucky caffeine?" Sam announced to everyone in the training room while eyeing the man, who was now finishing his latte.

"You're just a sore loser." Bucky placed the empty cup back on the table and was ready to spar with his friendly rival again. Bugging Sam was his favorite past time.

"No really, who thought that would be a good idea?" Sam didn't drop it.

The glass doors to the training room opened and you walked in, holding your tablet and flipping through the new file you just received from SHEILD headquarters. Before you could open your mouth to say anything, you were abruptly interrupted.

"It was her." Cap threw you under the bus.

"What did I do?" You whined.

And the next few seconds was a quick-fire dispute, remarks shot through the air like bullets.

"You gave Bucky coffee." Sam pointed at you.

"So?" You asked.

"That's a bad idea." Sam snapped.

"Sore loser~" Bucky sang.

"Shut up." Sam shot.

"You are a sore loser Sam" You mocked.

"Shut it!" Sam warned.

"Sooorrrreee loooser!" Bucky stretched out.

"QUIET!" Sam barked.

"I need another." Bucky sighed.

"You are not having another." Sam snapped.

"(Y/N), can I have another?"

"Bad idea" You admitted.

"Enough!" Natasha raised her voice and the arguing stopped suddenly. "God, you three are like nagging seagulls. You don't shut up."

"Sam's the seagull." Bucky made one last snarky remark, making you snort while you tried to hold in your laughter.

Before Sam could attack again, you finally spoke up. "Just got a new mission file from Fury. He says it's urgent."

Steve, Bucky, Sam, Nat, and Clint (who had been enjoying the argument quietly) all gathered around you. You projected the file into a hologram and blew it up so everyone could see.

"Security breach at a lab in France." Nat read the notes.

"So? Just a lab," Bucky shrugged, then thought about it, "right?"

You zoomed into the picture on the file, the logo looked strikingly familiar.

"Haven't we been keeping tabs on them?" Clint asked.

"We have." You worked quickly and pulled up a case file SHIELD had been watching carefully. They matched, the lab's company specialized in fusing technology into human anatomy, in the most illegal ways, sketchy black market stuff.

With a few more buttons pressed, you pulled up the live security cameras of the laboratory. There was a black van parked outside. It hit everyone.

"HYDRA." Steve breathed, and everyone knew it was important to leave to France as soon as possible.

"So who's going, Cap?" You asked, and soon everyone was looking at him with anticipation.

He didn't even need to think, he knew who he wanted. "Nat, Clint, Sam, you're with me on this one."

Those selected celebrated, there hadn't been a decent mission in a while. While those who weren't going, meaning you and Bucky, pouted.

"HA!" Sam jabbed a finger in Bucky's face. "You're not going!"

"Don't care!" Bucky shot back, pretending like it was true. It was a lie.

~~~

With some of the Avengers gone on a mission the tower was a little more quiet, probably because it was still early or because Sam and Bucky were separated. Both were very likely. With everyone else asleep, you and Bucky were the only ones up. After the others went on the mission, you decided to look through some more case files to see if you could find anything that could help down the road.

While sitting in the lounge and listening to some music, you tried to stay focused. You tried to stay awake while simultaneously trying to stay warm from the cold weather outside. It was beautiful and sunny, but it was freezing non the less. Snuggling under a blanket had proven to be a solution to only one of your problems,  you were growing drowsy again. If only you had got that extra espresso shot.

Speaking of that espresso shot...

"Hey (Y/N)!"

Jumping from the sudden voice, you looked over and saw Bucky enter the lounge. The couch dipped down as he sat beside you, and he seemed to be full of energy.

"Whatcha working on?"

"Someone's cheerful this morning." You sat up and tilted your head as you spoke.

"I think it was the coffee you gave me." He chuckled.

"Yeah about that..." You started shyly, "I accidentally gave you the one with the extra espresso shot..."

It clicked in his head, "Well that explains it, I guess I couldn't taste it from how sweet it was-" He caught himself, "not that it wasn't good. I liked it. I appreciated it, thanks (Y/N)."

Regardless of his growing awkwardness, which you wanted to explode from because he was too cute, he was speaking a mile a minute.

"You alright, Buck?" You asked, "A little hyper."

"Maybe Sam was right...no more coffee for me." He admitted to himself, looking a bit sad. He must have liked the pumpkin spice latte while it lasted.

”Maybe you need to burn it off.” You suggested.

”Tried to during training, not working, still buzzed.”

“Maybe try going outside, go for a run maybe.”

He gave it a thought, then turned to you with something in his eyes. "What do you say we go for a walk? It's pretty nice outside." Bucky smiled at you.

Forget how cold it was today, going outside to hang out with Bucky was worth it.

"Sure!" You said, maybe sounding a little to enthusiastic.

”Alright, can we go now? If that’s alright?” He said shyly, practically bouncing in his seat.

”Yeah sure, no problem.” You both got up off the couch.

”Okay dress warm, meet you back here.” Bucky dashed off to get his coat. You laughed at how energized he was, and assumed this would be like taking a dog on a walk (or more like a dog taking you on a walk).

[jayankles]

Blanks to Fill.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Donna x Reader (More on the Donna side) 

Summary: You wake up and discover that your little night in Vegas may have been a whole lot larger than you expected. You have no recollection of what happened the previous night and you need your friends to remind you of what went down.

Word Count: 2570

Written for: @spndeanbingo​ / @spnkinkbingo​ / @goodthingshappenbingo​ / @badthingshappenbingo​ / @/spnonewordbingo / @spngenrebingo​ / @spnfluffbingo​

Squares Filled: Vegas / Free Space / Waking up together / memory loss / zaffre / big spoon / woke up married 

Warnings: Making out, grinding, implied future w|w sex, mentions of handjobs/blowjobs, dirty truth or dare

Pounding, your head was pounding and you didn’t want to move, as you thought about it, you couldn’t really move. The heavy wait around your waist was holding you down, even your cheek was a little wet.

What the hell?!

Sighing with a little whine in there for good measure, you reached up to your face to wipe off the wetness. It was drool, you didn’t know if it would have been a good thing or a bad thing if it was yours or not.

You should probably check to see whose arm was around your waist since you had no recollection of whatever the hell happened last night. You must have hit the alcohol a little too hard the previous night. Hand grazing over the figure’s hand, your eyes widened as you noticed the terribly familiar scar. Fuck! God, it was Dean Winchester. Of course it was. Slowly, you lifted your head to take a look at the room that you had apparently booked last night, or stolen - it was probably better if you didn’t know. 

At least the walls were nice and calming. And it was kind of nice having Dean snuggle you from behind, keeping you close. Just a few minutes, maybe. Humming, you finally gathered everything you had in you to turn around and face him.

“Dean…” you whispered, your fingers coming up to stroke over his face to wake him up but you noticed the ring on your finger. You shuffled back, almost to the edge of the huge bed and grabbed his left hand, seeing if he had the same situation as you.Jeez, he had a ring on his finger too. Did y’all get married on a whim? Did you get married to different people and come back to the same room? (Because that was plausible.) Did the two of you have sex? “Dean get up!”

He groaned, annoyed that he hadn’t naturally woken up. “What? What?”

You lift the blanket and search his lower half and thankfully he has his pants on - a nice colour too, zaffre to be exact. At least, he got married looking suave and dapper. You had to find out what the hell happened last night. Someone in this hotel had to know what happened, right?

“Dean, I think we might be married. Like legally married. We’re in Vegas.” You bit your lower lip, jumping from the bed and wrapping the quilt around your body, even though you weren’t naked, you still felt a little vulnerable.

“Oh, I see.” Dean hummed as he looked down at his left hand, twirling the ring around his finger. How was he so calm about this? He just brushed it off and acted cool. On the inside though, Dean was freaking out. How could he get married and not recall one thing, other than getting absolutely hammered.

“Well, lets order some room service and then we can find out what happened in the last 12 hours or so.”

Your mouth turned into an upside down smile and if Dean wasn’t freaked out, you shouldn’t be feeling it either. It was gonna work out and you were going to find out what happened to the two of you.

*

After a huge breakfast, and a lot of coffee, the two of you got dressed and made a few calls. While Dean was on the phone, you closed your eyes, seeing something you don’t remember really doing. Was it a dream? Was it something that actually happened?

“I think I sang karaoke with Crowley and made out with Donna.” You shook your head. That couldn’t be right could it? “We gotta know what the hell happened and how we got here.”

You called everyone you could think of that would be here, you even checked the front door to tell them where to meet you and Dean.

“Does anyone have any idea about what happened last night?” You asked when all of them gathered in the hotel room.

*

You had knocked back a few too many drinks already but they just kept on coming, Donna and Jody started off the rounds but Crowley had surprised you as well as Castiel but Sam and Dean did the exact same thing. You were far too gone to care about how many more you could hold to drink Dean under the table.

You were persuasive. So much so that you convinced the boys to join you and the girls to get up on that stage and sing your hearts out to the crowd, belting out the lyrics to a song that all of you knew; it had to be Eye of the Tiger. More drinks were brought up to the stage when you were there. Twenty five minutes had passed and eventually you were thrown off of the stage and out of the bar. It would have been a downer if you had left there empty handed but Jody had pulled out a bottle of Jack from nowhere. 

You had to get out of there right now before anyone in the bar found out that a bottle had been stolen. You hightailed it out of there, on your way to the next location. Apparently, that was Donna and Jody’s room.

You started with spin the bottle. The bottle spun and spun until it came to a stop. Donna. You smiled and turned to the woman in question,smiling hard, well a goofy grin more like.

Shifting the pillow from under your butt and climbing onto your knees. “Want us to do it in the closet or you cool here?”

You didn’t have time for her to answer as the rest of the room shouted that they were cool with the two of you making out in front of them. Weirdos.

Despite them reveling in the fact that the two of you were going to kiss, your drunken state devoured their excitement as if it was a compliment.

Shrugging, you cupped Donna’s face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs over her cheek. Her hands slid from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you in closer before you crashed your lips together. She tasted so good, the strawberry gloss tainting your tongue. A few minutes had passed and you practically had to be torn away from Donna’s lips just to continue the game. She pushed her hair out of her face and breathed out, probably the first breath she had taken since the two of you kissed. You giggled, a little drunk off of her kiss as well as the alcohol, hand slowly sliding from her face down to her thigh.

Now it was Donna’s turn to spin the bottle, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flick of Crowley’s wrist, a few seconds later the bottle stopped in front of you. Round two. And you were ready, completely okay with it. A little more ready than last time. The way you climbed into her lap, legs wrapping around her thigh, said everything you needed to say, you really wanted to kiss the fuck out of her again.

You licked your tingling lips, still tasting the strawberry on them. Donna had a twinkle in her eye, grabbing your thigh and having you rock on hers. You couldn’t help yourself anymore, you dove right in kissing hers once more, moaning right into her mouth when her thumb rubbed over your clothed nipple. Donna teased you, her mouth moving from your lips to the corner of your mouth. She tipped your head up and to the side, lips pecking over your cheek to your ear. “I think we should give the others a chance to snog each other's faces off. Maybe we could pick this up another time.”

Spin the bottle was soon followed by a grueling game of truth or dare. Sam was first and he picked truth, so you had to pick a dirty one. What would be the first dirty thing you would do if you woke up as the opposite sex? 

“Give my new titties a squeeze,” he snorted, laughing as he thought about what he was going to say next. “Oh, I’d finger myself too. See what feels good.”

He made a good point. Crowley had entertained the idea that he had fantasised about a teacher that he had way back when he was a human. It was weird because what was hot then is definitely not hot now. Thank you, evolution.

Donna was up next, truth. You were going to have to think of a real humdinger but all you could come up with was ‘have you ever watched another couple have sex?’ She had the nerve to look a little embarrassed. Oh, she definitely had seen something.

“Come on, Donnie. Tell us about your voyeurism.” You poked at her side, trying to get a little bit of information from her. You wanted to know the juicy gossip.

“Okay, Pokey McPokerson. They weren’t exactly a couple, more like a one night stand on a hunt and the guy forgot that he had an extra roommate.” Donna stares pointedly across the room and when you look over you see the tips of Dean’s ears go pink. He’s been caught red handed, well butt naked. “I kinda wished it was me but then I realised it’s more fun to watch then fantasize about it later.”

 A few of the dares included Dean doing a little striptease to everyone in the circle, getting him down to his underwear. Sam tried to do a back flip but he passed out right after he jumped. Crowley snapped his fingers and magicked up some clothes that would have cost a fortune but apparently you could have what you wanted when you were the king of hell. 

Jody had admitted that she had a crush on Crowley when they had gone on their few dates.  Castiel surprised you when he chose a dirty dare. Donna clumsily rose to her feet and reached into her backpack, pulling out a blindfold. Of course she had a blindfold. Donna put the blindfold over Castiel’s eyes and told the others to stay quiet. She motioned to Jody, curling her finger towards her. This was crazy. Castiel was either going to get a hand job or a blowjob and you would be happy to watch either.

Lastly, it was your time to shine. You had to pick dare, you couldn’t chicken out now but you couldn’t wait to see what they could make up for you. Much to your surprise, it wasn’t a dirty one. It was to go to a church and marry Dean. Thankfully, you had the awesome clothes that Crowley rustled up for all of you. You took another shot from the bottle. 

“You know what? Let’s go do this shit. Anyone have a ring that fits my ring finger?” You said, waggling your left hand, then looking sweetly at Crowley before giggling. “Please. You have great style.”

Crowley smirked smugly, his head tilted to the side, clearly falling for your flattery. Rolling his eyes he put his hands into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a pair of beautiful rings. “Off you pop, go tie the knot, lovebirds.”

“You may now kiss the bride.” The officiant pronounces, like he’s done this way too many times before. This was Vegas after all. 

You and Dean shrugged at each other before he grabbed at the back of your neck to pull you in closer to him. His lips press to yours and you’re surprised that his lips against yours are so soft. A complete contrast to what Donna’s were. It was nice, almost too nice. But you liked it either way. 

You, Dean, and the others exited the hall and giggled at how ridiculous the situation was. You and Dean were married because of a drunk dare and at the moment it was a pretty cool marriage, Dean had a weird look in his eyes when he looked at you, like there was something different there and you could feel something different too. 

You hung out for another hour celebrating a marriage before the others called it quits and retired to their rooms. Dean held your hand and pulled you to his room.

“Want me to lift you over the threshold.” Dean said with a goofy look on his face, eyebrows wiggling at you, making you do a gigglesnort. 

“You’re so corny.” You said, linking your fingers together, lifting your leg so that he could carry you. “Let’s go, husband.”

Dean took your instructions to heart, quickly opening up his room door escorting you inside, moving a few feet into the huge room before setting you back down on the floor. He hummed,it was funny. How all of a sudden could he be a husband and have you as his wife? His hands flew your hips to steady you before you fell.

Sparks flew. 

Dean’s eyes flickered over yours and yours to his. Your eyes darted over his lips when his tongue poked through. It was like something had changed inside of you. Dean growled when your lips collided once more and there was more hunger in this one. Without breaking the seal on Dean’s lips, you slipped his jacket off of his shoulders. Fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, it followed suit with the jacket onto the floor.

Giggling, Dean lifts you onto the bed and holds you close. It’s not even a minute later before the two of you passed out, snoring extremely loud that even the neighbours could hear if they were sleeping.

Eyes wide, you huffed out a puff of air, completely overwhelmed at everything you had achieved last night. You couldn’t believe that Castiel got a blow job from Jody and he didn’t even know who it was. Maybe Vegas, alcohol, and a game of dirty truth or dare was not a good mix, you wouldn’t be doing that anytime soon but it was nice just to let loose and take a break from the hunting world.

“So, are we married? What are we gonna do about it? Being legally married is kinda dope though, I think you should just take me on a date next time.” The questions rolled and you blubbered, wishing that you hadn’t said that last bit out loud, but if you were going to get married then you hoped that the next time you got married you knew what happened and you were actually going to be dating before the big day. “Alrighty then. Day at the pool or annulment first?”

“I could go for a swim. We’ll annul the marriage before we go, let’s just enjoy this time before we go back to reality. Besides, if we tell people we’re newlyweds we get some sweet deals on shit, we might even get a free slice of pie.”

Donna smiled, rolling her eyes at Dean before her eyes swept over your body. She discreetly pulled out her phone, her fingers tapping away then put it away. When your phone vibrated, you checked to see the message, knowing it was from her. 

“I actually forgot to bring a bathing suit. Donna, do you think you could hook me up?” You asked, a hand smoothing over your face. Getting to her feet, Donna held out her hand so you took it and followed her to her room.

“I have the perfect thing for you.”

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Moonshine - A Beetlejuice Fanfiction 15

Warning: cussing, some parts are kinda nsft? But no so much so, no probs I think. Slight mention of past trauma.

Ari and Rei was standing before Sofía's door, both kinda annoyed by their big sister's behaviour by now.

- Don't be ridiculous! It's been almost a week! - said Rei and pounded her fist on Sofía's door... again. For the fourth time. - You can't still be mad at us! - no answer came. Rei threw her head back and frowned. - Ugh, Sof, you haven't made anything sweet since monday! If I don't have some cake soon, I might die! Do you want me to die, woman?! - Ari giggled at Rei's sudden selfish outburst. She shood her sister away so she could get to the door.

- Come on, cariña, you love salvaging! And now we can do it in our own home! We don't even have to go out! - said Ari and tapped the door with her fingertips lightly. - Por favor guapa....

- Cut the spanish crap, boo, it won't work! - interrupted Sofi. - You snake-ass bitches shut me up ON PURPOSE, AND you broke the laws of our Sister Code. Which YOU TWO CAME UP WITH, BY THE WAY, BUT IT SEEMS LIKE I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS IT'S FUCKING IMPORTANT!!! - Ari breathed out like a horse and leaned against the wall. She closed her eyes for a second and when she opened them, Beetlejuice was there, right before her face, dangling in the air upside down. He flashed a toothy grin at his favorite breather.

- Hi there! - he said in an aroused tone. Ari sighed and scruffed his hair.

- Hello Bug. - the demon did a little half cartwheel in the air, then put his feet down on the ground. He pointed at Sofía's door with his thumb.

- How's it going with the little Drama Queen? She still won't come down from her tower?

- She can't be real dude. - said Rei with a sigh while rubbing the bridge of her nose.

- Sorry for this taking so long. - commented Ari with a light smile. She then turned towards the door and shouted: - SOMEONE'S PEOPLE SKILLS ARE A BIT RUSTY. - Beej leaned back towards the wall on the opposite side of the hallway. He shrugged with a handsign.

- No probs. - he rubbed his palms together. - This gives me a lot more time to fantasize, cause, hey, let's just look at you pretty girls, being all dolled up for me. - he said as he paced up and down on Ari and Rei. Ari wore a light purple dungaree with little bats all over it, a black cropped tshirt and a sparkly bat-shaped leather choker. Her nails were dark purple on both her toes and her hands. Half of her messy brown hair was let loose, the other half was put in a high ponytail on the top of her head with a black sparkly ribbon. Rei had a cropped, oversized, black Harley Davidson shirt on with a pair of cut-out jeans and black fishnets. Her copper-colored hair was free. They both crossed their arms before their chests and did an annoyed little frown. Beej stepped closer to them, held both their chins and lifted their faces up lightly. He summoned two more hands and with one, he caressed Ari's face, while with the other he pulled a lock of red hair out of Rei's face. - I was feeling a little off today, but you've turned me on again! - he released a kinda animalistic, guttural growl out while he pulled the girls a bit closer to him. Then with a lowered voice, he naughtily giggled. Ari tried so hard to tell herself that his gravelly, kinda smokey voice didn't make her knees tremble, but gosh she couldn't do anything about it. Being turned on by a fuckin corpse was so unnatural and was wrong on so many levels but... Gods what could this voice do with me if he whispered something into my ear while being on top of me. - I can't wait to have my own little private space and beat off to the thought of you, babies. - aaaand that snapped Ari out of fantasizing. She pulled her upper lip.

- Ew. - she commented as she shoved Beetlejuice away. He was laughing so hard his hair lit up. He made his extra hands disappear and stack his tongue out at Ari.

- Ya nasty. - said Rei with a pointing finger held up. Beej stack his tongue out at her too. Ari turned to her sister and shrugged with her hands held up.

- Nah he's just a man. - Beej hissed with his snakelike tongue still out and crossed his arms before his chest. Rei turned to Ari as if she haven't seen the demon at all.

- Is he though? When we last asked he said he has mischief in his pants not... - she held her little finger up and wiggled it. Ari burst out with laughter and had to hold her mouth so she wouldn't spit on her sister. Beej raised an eyebrow and bit his lower lip while smiling. He reached for his belt buckle.

- Well, you can check if you want...

The thing that stopped him from removing his pants was Sofía's shouting from the other side of the door.

- Oh that fuckin demon with the attitude problem is there to help you too?!? - BJ sighed as he started redoing his belt.

- Hey, I only called you a melodramatic bitch yesterday cause you're acting like one! - he shook his index finger towards the door. Then shrugged. - And, by the way, I don't have an attitude problem. You have a perception problem.

- Plus, he's nice. - commented Ari while looking at the door. Beetlejuice's hair turned into a light pink and neon green mess. He raised his shoulders up to his ears, put his hands in his trousers's pockets, put his weight from one leg to the other and smiled widely. Cute little wrinkles and holes appeared on his chubby face as he did so.

- Awwww, thanks, babes!

- No, he's not! - interrupted Sofi. - You guys forget that even though he does nice things like saving us from burglars and letting us rummage through the stuff in the attic before he makes the stuff we don't need disappear, he's still a demon! A FUCKIN DEMON!!! What if one day he gets bored and hurts us?! - the sisters looked at each other with a certain look. Maybe what she said was somewhat true...

Even though Beetlejuice didn't really understand human emotions yet (Rei told him the other day that it was like living with Sheldon Cooper, even though Beetlejuice didn't have the slightest idea of who that was), he did know what that look meant. The girls had second thoughts. He already realized that Sofía was the most serious one of the sisters, and that she could easily plant ideas into their heads. I can't let her fuck me off by the side of my new BFFFF... I should scare her. That will do the trick. He cleared his throat and held the girls' shoulders. He pulled them away from the door and made a little "I'll handle this" gesture with his hands. He quickly reajusted his thoughts and found his ground, so after a quick second he let a devilish, nasty smile find its way to his face. He stepped closer to the door and held both sides of the doorframe.

- Oh honey, if I wanted to hurt anyone here... - he said in a honeyed tone, then put his head through the door. - ...I would have already done so. - the last part sounded like it came from every possible direction, and had a weird smokey effect to it. His voice also dropped a couple octaves. Ari could hear in his voice that Beetlejuice was flashing an evil smile at her sister.

The girls heard Sofía growl and by the huffing, grab something heavy. Beetlejuice all of a sudden pulled his head out of the door just a nanosecond before something crashed against the door. Beej pulled the side of his lips and closed one of his eyes.

- That was an old camera. - Rei took her glasses off and rubbed her temples.

- Dwight you ignorant slut... - BJ threw his head back and growled. Okay time for Plan B. Being nice. Ew.

- Ugh, it's so tragic that someone this sexy as me has to go through this much to have some little privacy! - he growled then sighed and held the doorframe again. He took a deep breath and put his head through the door again.

- Look, Sofía, honey... No STOP, STOP, PUT THE CHAIR DOWN! - the girls heard Beej stop shouting for a second, then breathe out with a little "whew". - Good girl. Okay, see sweetcheeks, the easiest way to get into the attic without a key is to break the door in. - he said in a legitimately sweet tone. He let go of the doorframe and with a little whirl of a hand, a huge axe appeared in his right hand. He put it through the door. - And I'd gladly give this tiny fella to you so you could let some steam outofya.

Beetlejuice stepped back from the door, axe still in his hand. The door creaked and opened up. Sofía was still holding the door handle, a lock of her fluffy hair dangling before her eyes while the rest was pulled together with a tealblue scrunchie. She had comfy kneehigh jeans and a tealblue top with the picture of a maneating siren on. Her nails were mirrorlike and sharp. She huffed the lock out, then stepped closer to the demon and grabbed the axe out of his hand. He answered with a huge shiteating grin. Since Sofía was way taller than Beetlejuice, she easily rose above him and pushed her index finger into his chest. She wrinkled her brows.

- That's a good idea. But I'm still mad at you. - she turned around and pointed at her sisters. - All 3 of you. - Ari rolled her eyes.

- I'll make you the strawberry dress in lavender. - she said. Sofía let her finger down.

- ...kay I'm not that mad anymore. - Rei growled and rolled her eyes with her head thrown back.

- Sof, bloody hell, why are you the way that you are?

The door to the attic was at the end of the hallway, with a couple stairs leading up to it. Beetlejuice floated through the door, saying he's not comfortable next to Sofía while she's holding an axe so he would wait on the other side of the red door. Rei and Ari stopped a few steps behind Sof as well.

Sofía brandished the axe and cut into the door. The wood cracked and a part of the door broke in. The girl swinged the axe again and again, then looked through the hole she created and she shouted:

- HEEERE'S JOHNNY!

The girls woo-hood and smiled at their sister's horror movie reference. Sofía cut into the door a couple times more, creating a hole big enough for them to go through. She put the axe down and stepped into the attic.

The attic was kind of big, but it was full of boxes and random stuff. The 2 windows on the right side of the room were barely visible by the boxes shoved before them. The walls had wooden paneling on them, but that was barely visible because of the shelves as well. The floor had a couple old, hole filled carpets scattered around. And everything was dusty. Not just simply dusty, everything had at least 10 centimeters of dust on it. Mountains of dirt, one might say.

- Wow, it's like nobody came in here since... I dunno, the 90's. - said Rei as she peaked her head through the door. When all 3 of them were in the room, Beetlejuice put his feet down on the ground and unfolded his hands.

- Welcome to my humble hideaway! - he said dramatically, then clapped over his head and the lights turned up. He took a step towards the girls and with that, his shoes got tangled up in a hole in a carpet and he fell back with a loud thud. His fall filled the air with dust particles. The girls all coughed. Sofía looked at Beej and between two coughs, she said:

- I didn't know a bloody demon could be clumsy too.

- The fuck you mean. - answered BJ, still laying on the floor, looking at the ceiling.

- That you fell over.

- I did not! - he said, holding his middle finger up. - I attacked the floor! - Sofía stepped closer with hands folded across her chest and a disbelieving smile.

- ...backwards? - Beetlejuice thought for a minute then a legit lightbulb appeared above his head for a slight second. He pulled a smug grin, fingergunned and winked at the oldest sister.

- I'm skilled.

Sofía rolled her eyes, waved her hand and stepped aside to take a look inside the nearest box. Ari stepped next to Beej and offered him a hand.

- Come now Mister Skilled, you're dirty enough, you don't need to roll around in the dirt as well. - Beetlejuice grabbed her hand and tilted his head sideways. Then flashed an evil, smutty grin. Uh-oh. Ari knew what that smile meant.

Beetlejuice all of a sudden pulled Ari down. As soon as the girl fell on his chest, the demon quickly turned them around so Ari would be on her back and he could be right on top of her. Beetlejuice pinned Ari's hands to the ground above her head with a hand and with the other, he held her chin playfully. His green hair had some magenta streaks in it. Ari's heart was racing. Her demon buddy was basically lying on her, and the coldness radiating from his body made Ari tingle. Shit, I was fantasizing about this scenario... Oh wow that's a big dick even without an erection... NO ARI THAT'S WRONG. STOP IT. You might be horny, you slut, I get it, we didn't have any proper action in a year or so, but he's your best friend... Your pervy, always horny best friend who literally just told you, 5 minutes ago, that he's gonna jerk off while picturing you naked... But he's still your very dead best friend, which you haven't had in a long time. That's a point you should consider too... But that devilish smile... And his weight, pushing my body down...

- What you say we get you dirty as well, doll? - whispered Beetlejuice in a definitely horny tone. Ari tried to say something but no words came out of her mouth. Beetlejuice let out a guttural, small laugh... and was instantly stopped by a book hitting his head.

Rei had a couple books in her hands, and was ready to throw another at the demon. She had determination in her eyes. Beetlejuice let Ari's hands go and sat back on her belly to stick his tongue out at Rei. Ari saw the opportunity and immediately started tickling BJ's sides. He fell over, laughing his ass off, screaming at Ari to stop 'cause he's ticklish. A couple neon green, glowing tears rolled off his cheeks. He tried to push Ari away, who only got more dedicated to tickling her undead bestie to his second death by seeing the tears and hearing his screams. Rei facepalmed and growled.

- GET A ROOM, YA TWO! - she shouted. Beej was finally able to grab Ari's hands and stop her. He flashed a devilish smile as his hair turned neon green completely and he summoned 2 extra limbs to tickle Ari back. But as soon as he reached for the girl's uncovered sides (her croptop left her sides naked), her eyes flinched and she pulled her legs to her chest. Beetlejuice saw the uncomfortability in her eyes instantly. He quickly let go and jumped to his feet. Even though he was a demon, a kind of pain in the ass, he didn't want to scare Ari. Not like this, at least. A good old jumpscare is fine, but scarring your best friend is a douchebag move. He knew, he was still kinda pissed at his last best friend-o for literally scarring him.

Plus, Rei made him promise that he'll be a nice emotional support demon boy.

- Am I overstepping my boundaries? - Ari kinda shook her head but Beej raised an eyebrow at her. To which Ari sighed. She did the "más o menos" handsign. Beej offered her a hand. - Alright, no belly touching thingie then. Imma keep my hands to myself, sugar. - he pulled Ari to her feet, but before letting her hand go, he pulled her closer with a smutty grin. - At least for now. - Ari playfully scruffed BJ's hair with a giggle and pushed him away.

The weird and unusual group quickly got to work. They made some space on the floor and put several boxes down. Of course, Beetlejuice didn't help (lazy bum), he was just floating around and made quirky and pervy comments. And made the girls laugh. God that made him feel all tingly inside. A couple strikes in his hair even turned orange, he was so proud of himself, because, you know, being scared of is one thing but making someone laugh their asses off is even better.

The girls got little pillows to sit on from the living room. On their way back up their pets accompanied them. As soon as Minerva spotted a box, she ran straight past the demon she hated oh so much and jumped into her new favorite resting place on earth. She got comfortable very quickly and fell asleep while purring loudly. Sirius sniffed around the place. The black dog quickly turned brownish grey as he went through the attic. Rei shook her head and established that during the afternoon Sirius will take a bath, doesn't matter if he'd like that or not. Ari snorted when Beetlejuice flinched and made a disgusted face at the idea of a bath.

As soon as the sisters sat down into a cozy little circle on the floor, BJ snapped, disappeared, then a couple seconds later reappeared with a green puff of smoke next to Ari. He was holding a bunch of sweets and snacks, like gummy worms, Sugus, a bag of Boca Bits, Lay's Gourmets and Reese's packs. He sat down sideways next to his friendo with outstretched legs, then layed down and put his head in Ari's lap.

Ari was always a very touchy-feely, passionate, sentimental person. She never thought much of hugs, kisses, sweet embraces or just genuinely touching someone; these actions felt nice and natural for her. She turned out to be like this because of two reasons: one, she grew up in a household where hugs and words of affection were constant. Two, spaniards are naturally passionate and rather handsy. It's basically embedded in their heritage. Although, as one might guess, for a short period of time she was nothing like this. She got uncomfortable when someone wanted to touch her abdomen or sides while hugging, she couldn't let anyone near her in an intimate way and such tings. She hated that period of time in her life, but she considered herself lucky that she had help when she needed it, and slowly but surely she could return to her old self. She still had some issues, but she was working on them.

So knowing how she was, she didn't think much of BJ snuggling up to her; she already got used to how touch-starved her new undead best friend was. She also noticed that he was basically addicted to body heat. Anytime Ari hugged him - which, he honestly still didn't really understand why she did - at first he was startled, he didn't know what to do, he was just standing in one place and didn't move at all, but as soon as the girl tried to let him go he quickly wrapped a couple arms around her and held her close for long long minutes. He really liked that Ari didn't wear any shoes in the house, so he was even taller than her then normally. This way he could rest his chin upon her head... And smell her. I know. Creepy. Ari didn't notice though. What she did notice was his stench and how he almost choked her to death yesterday when he got too wound up in their hug. I'll make him take a bath even if he kills me, she thought.

She was telling herself that she hugged him so many times because she knew (based on the things that BJ told him about his past and mother already, even though it wasn't much) that he needed comfort and hugging did the thing... But to be honest, she hugged him and let him be all touchy-feely with her because it just felt nice. She didn't feel any discomfort when he touched her. It felt like they've known each other for ages. Plus, he was cute and soft as a plushie. And stinky. Very stinky. She pulled her nose into wrinkles.

- Bug, I adore your charm and everything, but honey if you'd be a fairy, you'd be called Stinkerbelle. - Beetlejuice looked up with glowing eyes. Literally.

- Awww thanks babe! - Ari shook her head.

- That... That was NOT a compliment. That was so not a compliment. - BJ crossed his arms before his chest and threw his stripey, forked tongue out at Ari. Ari clicked her tongue. - Come on, you ARE stinky as hell hombre! You wouldn't die by taking... - Beej stopped Ari by showing a handful of gummy worms into her mouth. She rolled her eyes and wrinkled her forehead angrily at the demon. He just smiled and threw his tongue out again.

Ari, just like her sisters, reached for a box and started going through it. They showed everything they found to each other so they could sort every little thing out: there was an empty box for stuff they needed, there was a dump for stuff they wanted to disappear, and there was an empty box for BJ. Ari reached into the box and shook her head.

- There's only a bunch of unfinished projects in here, guys. Let's see. - she lifted some very thick books out. - Books on computers... - she reached into the box again. - A "spin-your-own-yarn" kit? Home-brewed kombucha?

- Ew that most of the times tastes like an armpit. - commented Rei. Ari put everything that she lifted out on the dump and while reaching into the box again, she looked at her undead pal laying in her lap, shoving Boca Bits into his mouth.

- Tell me Beej, who left all this stuff here? I'm pretty sure it wasn't the previous owners cause, hey, they couldn't climb the stairs. - Beetlejuice shrugged.

- Adam and Babs. - he said with a full mouth. - Owners in the late eighties. Middleclass, suburban and white... A boring but very sexy couple. - Sof chuckled. Beej's bright green hair started turning a little purple. The girls already knew that purple meant sadness. He looked down at his stripey jacket and started playing with his buttons. His face turned all foggy. Literally. Ari stroked his forehead.

- What's the matter B? Did I say something wrong? - he shrugged again.

- Nothing, just... - he turned his head and looked at Rei. He started snapping, like he was trying to say something but didn't find the word. - Sugar, what's that feeling you feel when someone leaves you and you still wish for them to come back cause you... You know... What's that word? - Rei raised her eyebrows.

- Miss them? - Beej pointed at her with enthusiastic eyes and snapped again.

- YES! THAT'S THE ONE! - he looked back up at Ari, still being a little purple. - Yeah, I kinda miss them. They were fun folks... - his eyes wandered to the object Ari was holding. He gasped as his hair turned back to green, like his sadness was blown away by that black and white little object. He quickly snapped the thing out of the girl's hands. - AWWW THAT'S MY UKULELE! - he sat up and hugged the instrument. - I've been looking for this for years! - Sof smiled at the demon's genuinely happy reaction. Maybe he's not as bad as I thought...

- I didn’t know you were such a musical guy. - she said. Beej quickly snapped and reappeared before her. He pinched her cheek.

- Sweetcheeks, I'm the ghost with the most, name one thing I'm not.

- Helpful when it comes to moving boxes. - she said without hesitation. BJ rolled his eyes. Sof pushed him away by his head, which caused the demon to fall back on his backside. He threw his hands up in the air, still holding the ukulele.

- Come on, you can't blame a guy for loving to watch those sweet litle rumps of yours swingin' around! - he said, looked up at Ari and winked.

The next second, he was laying in Ari's lap again. He started tuning the ukulele while humming and gently singing.

- 🎶The Barbara you marriiiiied, she is dead and burieeed six feet below-uow-ouw... Ouw-ouw-ouw~~~🎶

- What's this song? - asked Ari as she put a fancylooking porcelain butterfly aside. Beej shrugged. He didn't even look up from the instrument.

- Oh nothing, just a little somethin'-somethin' that I can't get out of my head. - he played a couple notes on the ukulele, then did a proud little fistbump. - Yessss, works like a new one!

The girls got rid of a couple stuff, they emptied like a box when Rei called out to Beej.

- Hey, scruffyhead, could you play something for us? - an enthusiastic, shy light glistened through the demon's eyes. He tried to cover his happiness with a macho shrug.

- Sure, why not. - he sat up from Ari's lap and positioned himself in criss-cross-applesauce while leaning against Ari's shoulder. - Here goes nothin'. - he cleared his throat and started singing while playing his little instrument. - 🎶You're...🎶 - the girls all got wide-eyed at the clear voice that left the demon's lips. It even sounded somewhat humanlike? - 🎶You're gonna be fiiine... On the other siiiide...🎶 DIE! - he shouted suddenly in his normal, gravelly voice. - YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE! - he pointed at the girls with the neck of his ukulele. Gosh he seemed crazy. - YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE! 🎶I'll...🎶 - he changed back to the sing-song voice again, leaving a comedic impression behind, making Ari and Sofía cackle. - 🎶I'll be your guiiiide... To the other siiiiiide...🎶

- AWMYGOSH YOU HAVE A LITTLE BEERGUT! - interrupted Rei. She cupped her face with her hands, awed at her discovery.

- Wah... - said the demon while pulling one side of his upper lip into a grimace. Rei clapped little claps.

- I knew my eyes weren't lying! You have a dadbod! That's so sweet! Your beergut is so cute! - Beetlejuice quickly stood up with arms crossed before his chest, angry red streaks appearing in his greenish-purpleish hair.

- Shut the fuck up, I don't have a beer gut. - he said and held a finger up at Rei. Ari smiled at how sassy he looked. - I have a protective covering for my rock hard abs. - Ari still smiled but something started bugging her. Her friend kind of looked... Wounded? Self-conscious? - Plus, I look pretty fuckin good for a dead bitch, just so you know. - and with that last sentence it was clear for her. Not just the tone, his hair told on him as well. It had an angry red glow to it, but it was mostly purple and blue, just like his stubble. She guessed it might meant that Rei touched a sensitive subject. The girl tugged on the demon's pants, which made him look down. His eyes told Ari she was right. She flashed a humble smile at the demon.

- You really do, Mr. Devilishly Handsome. - and boom, the red glow disappeared. Beetlejuice looked startled. What did she say?!?, thought BJ.

Ari took a quick glance at her sisters. They knew what that look meant. Time to make someone feel good about themselves. That's what their mothers taught them. Rei blinked at the demon with glistening eyes.

- You look very fine! - Wait what the fuck is happening., thought Beetlejuice again. His hair started to change. It got a lot lighter.

- You really do. - said Sofía without even looking up from the box she was going through. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON SERIOUSLY?!?, thought Beetlejuice, now kinda panicking. A light pink streak appeared in his hair, and his stubble almost entirely turned pink at this point. Ari cleared her throat. Sofía looked up and pointed at the demon with a light sigh. - Look homeboy, I still have second thoughts about you, but it's a fact that you're a fine specimen. And it's coming from a chick who's into girls. - Beetlejuice leaned closer to the oldest sister with a toothy grin. Of course he had to cope with humour.

- Aww so I don't have a chance with ya? - Sofía raised an eyebrow.

- I'll seriously punch you in the face bro. - the demon laughed. Hah, cringey situation avoided.

- Seriously though, we love all body types in this household. - commented Rei. - And yours is very cute and fluffy. - NOPE NOT AVERTED, TIME TO DISAPPEAR, he thought as he started making smoke. - I understand now why Ari hugs you so many times. - that startled him. He looked down on the floor in embarassment, being unable to disappear he was so happy deep down in his little undead heart. He was never genuinely complimented. And these girls made him feel so nice...

- Oh calláte... - said Ari in a tiny voice as she looked down as well. Good thing BJ haven't seen her face was red as a tomato. Rei ponted at BJ with a gasp.

- AWMYGOSH YOUR HAIR! THAT'S SO CUUUUUTE! - Beetlejuice put his hands, all 4 of them on his totally pink hair.

- S...stop... This is so embarrassing! - he cried out. - You make me cringe at this mortal human bullsh... - he couldn't finish the sentence because Ari launched herself at his neck, pulling him down to a tight awkward hug. - Wha... No! - he said in an embarassed tone right after Rei scooted over with a giggle and hugged his knees. - NO STOP! - Sofía scooted over as well and ruffled his hair in a siblinglike way. - STOP! I HATE YOU ALL!!! - he shouted while trying to get away. But there was no escape from the girls' embrace who were all laughing at the suffering, pink demon at this point.

- Shut up, you like it! - said Ari right before she placed a sloppy kiss on the demon's face. He answered only with a shy smile and a certain pink glow to his body hair.

You can't imagine how much I do.

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Samhain 2k18 - King of Nothing - Violence, Disturbing Imagery, Faerie Horror

A/N: Tomione + The Cruel Prince AU 

As far back as I can remember, I was always told that I was an unnatural child. Head in the clouds, nose in my books, thoughts contradictory, friend of no one.

What they didn’t know, and what I didn’t tell them, was that I did have friends. Many of them. At least, that’s what I always pretended, because lying to myself was easier than the lonely truth.

When I was a child, I used to see things. The things I saw were never solid, always brief, always blurred, but still there.

I don’t remember when it all started, but I do remember that I mostly saw them in the tree line in my backyard. Shadows shifting between trees. Leaves rustling when there was no wind. Songs sounding just for me when there were no birds in sight.

I would leave things out for them as gifts. Treats and little trinkets; things I thought they might like, might use. I soon discovered that they liked strawberries and cheerios, but disliked orange marmalade and any kind of meat. They liked shiny things, but only certain shiny things. They liked pretty things, strange things.

In return, they would leave me presents, too. I had no idea what they were used for, but I loved them. I hung up their gifts made of wood and flowers and antlers and moss in my window, so they were sure to see them.

I remember talking to them, but not with them. I would ask questions, and only get their faint songs in reply. That didn’t last long, though.

Because one day, there was a boy.

I’m not sure if I would call him a boy, though. My memory of him is a bit fuzzy, but I thought he was a queer, little thing. With his dark, wavy hair and his inky eyes and his weird clothing and his crown of thorns and his tail.

Yes. That’s right. I said tail. If it weren’t for that uncommon feature, I would have simply thought he was a child from another neighborhood who’d gotten lost and was wearing a costume. It was getting closer to Halloween at the time, after all. While I cannot remember his face clearly, I can remember our interaction as if it were yesterday.

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I am lying on my stomach in the freshly mown grass, open books strewn about me, when a boy appears out of nowhere and everywhere.

“I command you to stop bothering the subjects of my court with your nonsense,” he snaps at me.

No introductions. No kind words. No hello, how are you’s.

Normally, I would have been afraid if one of the children from my school was standing over me, glaring at me hatefully, like the way he is. But I stare at his twitching tail and listen to his mature words and strange accent, and only feel curiosity.

“Your court?” I echo.

He looks disgusted that I even had the gall to address him.

“Yes. My court. And you would do well to remember that, mortal.”

“You’re too little to be a king,” I observe critically. He looks not much older than me, and I just turned twelve a month and a half ago.

He doesn’t seem to like what I said much, because his face flushes red with indignant rage.

The boy stomps his foot and declares, “I will be king, one day! I will be your king, and you will obey me!”

I scoff. “You’re not my king. Queen Elizabeth II is the ruler of England. Not you.”

He kicks up a clump of grass, and dirt flies all over my books. Some of it lands in my mouth. I spit it out.

“How does it taste?” he asks me, kicking my books away and crouching down to my level. “Does it taste good, mortal?”

His cruel smirk enrages me more than anything, but I hang onto his last word, distracted.

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

The boy’s smile drops. He stares at me closely. “Because that is what you are, Daughter of Dust. You will die, one day. You are rotting down to your very bones, right this second, and you are so stupid, because you go through your life being so happy, so oblivious of your fate, so –”

“I’m well aware of what it means to be mortal, thank you very much,” I interrupt him. “I asked why you keep calling me that, not for a definition. Judging from what you’ve told me, you must be immortal – somehow. And, honestly, if being immortal means being as miserable as you are, I would gladly choose being mortal and happy any day of the week.”

His eyes widen, then narrow dangerously. Now, I feel nervous. His sudden calmness is scarier than his anger.

“I could have you eat the pages out of your book, you know. I could speak the words to make you tear the sheets out, one by one, and do so with a smile on your face as you chew the paper. I could make you strip down to your underclothes and dance in the streets,” he told me, a cold smile widening his face the more he spoke.

I glare at him. “No, you can’t. That’s impossible. You can’t make someone do something just by telling them to. People have freewill, you know.”

He smiles wider, and I think to myself that it doesn’t sit quite right on his face.

“Bow down to me,” he orders.

It feels like his words twist around my body, around my wrists and knees, around my neck like a leash and pulls me down. My knees are grass-stained, but I don’t care. Why would I care? I want to bow down to him. And why wouldn’t I? He is my king, after all!

I lower myself with a stupid grin on my face, happy to please my king. It is strange, though, because I am also furious about bowing to him. I don’t want to, and I want to. I feel like a puppet on a tight string, out of control. I hate it, don’t I? I can’t remember why I would hate it.

“Now, lick the mud off my shoes,” he commands. I can hear the glee in his voice, and it makes me happy that I am making him so happy.

No! I scream in my head, because I cannot say it out loud.

My body lowers down, down, down, the grass tickling my chin, my neck. I giggle.

Yes, I think. My King’s shoes are dirty. He needs me to clean them. It is an honor, a privilege, a -

“Hermione, dear! Supper is ready!” my mother calls from the house.

Just like that, the strings are broken.

Just like that, my fury breaks free.

I jump up quickly and shove him to the ground. His eyes go wide with surprise as I stand over him, my pulse pounding underneath my hot skin. I want to hurt him, to seek revenge on him for controlling me like that. But my mother is just inside the house, and I don’t want to get in trouble.

“You are going to be a horrible king, a wicked king. None of your subjects will respect you. None of them will love you,” I say harshly, spitting malice. His face turns into a horrible scowl, and I realize something. “That’s why they come to me all the time, isn’t it? Because they adore me and not you, and it makes you jealous. Doesn’t it?”

The boy says nothing from his spot on the grass, but the clench of his jaw and the irritated twitch of his tail tells me all I need to know.

“Go home, King of Nothing. And never come back,” I tell him.

He’s shaking in fury when he stands again. Part of me is scared, but I do not show it. I am too angry to be fully scared.

“I will come back for you, one day, and prove to you that I am not a King of Nothing. I will make them love me more. I will prove to you, and to them, that I am the greatest king that Faerie has ever seen, and then you will regret your words,” he threatens, his face twisting with contempt.

“I’ll only be sorry if I ever have to see your face again,” I bite back hatefully.

I watch his jaw clench again and his nostrils flare. Then he seems to realize something, and a self-assured smirk twists his features.

“Until next time, Hermione, Daughter of Dust,” he warns, then a flurry of green moths the size of dinner plates storm around him, and he is gone.

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I never saw him again after that, and I often wondered if I ever would. As the years went by, I told myself that I dreamed him up. A figment of my overactive imagination.

It didn’t stop me from finding out all I could out of our single interaction, though. I checked out every book I could about faeries from the library, and even bought a few books and supplies from a questionable new age shop that everyone else always passed by.

And as I read, I learned a lot. And as I learned a lot, I realized a lot of what I’d learned was complete rubbish.

My obsession with the fae and with witchcraft had overtaken my life. It eased a bit over time, but it never stopped me from carrying an iron dagger around with me everywhere I went. It never stopped me from wearing my socks inside out. It never stopped me from wearing a string of rowan berries around my neck, hidden underneath my shirt. It never stopped me from shoving extra salt packets from the diner into my pockets.

I’d learned that faeries are susceptible to iron – it scalds them, like fire. Wearing clothing inside out protects humans from glamours, which are like optical illusions. Wearing a string of rowan berries protects humans from ensorcellment. And tasting salt is the only thing that cures the dangerous side-effects of their food.

I hate ensorcellment the most. All a faerie must do is put their will into their words and you are under their control. You cannot resist it. You cannot fight it. You are happy to do their bidding, even if it hurts you. Even if you lick the mud off their shoes.

I hate it. I hate it so much that even though I question their existence (and my sanity), I still go through these precautions every…single…day.

Because, you know, just in case.

It’s paranoia – plain and simple. He isn’t really watching me. He isn’t even real. I dreamed him up, once upon a time.

But it doesn’t explain the blurred shadows, the shaking branches overhead, the songs always sung just for me. This irrational fear.

The whispering of my name.

Hermione.

Hermione.

Hermione.

Something is going to happen soon. I can sense it, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me to the point where I am making myself mad, making myself ill.

I feel like Alice. I’m falling down the rabbit hole; falling into a world which is upside down and backwards; falling into somewhere I never belonged, somewhere I do not want to go.

But gravity does not care at all what I want, does it?

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People watching is a pastime of mine. Harry tells me that I need to stop being so obvious about it, because it looks a bit weird when I get really into it. But I can’t help it. They’re all so fascinating.

Who are they? Where are they going? Where did they come from? What are their thoughts? Dreams? Fears? Are they in love?

Sometimes, I like to pretend I know everything about them.

Harry and Seamus are talking about some Halloween party coming up. Maybe. I don’t really know, because I don’t really care. I’m too busy warming my hands on my paper cup of hot chocolate, while pretending that the man I’m currently watching went to business school when he was younger. I imagine that he was top of his class. Very bright. Very honest.

Too honest.

Which is why he’s leaning against his torn backpack, holding up a sign, asking for change. I imagine his name is Christopher. He prefers jams to jellies, is an animal lover, and enjoys nature walks. I imagine that someone controlled him, took advantage of him, that is how he ended up like this. It’ll never happen to me. I refuse to let it happen to me. I won’t –

“Oi, Hermione? Did you hear me?”

I turn to Harry and blink in confusion. He should already know the answer, so I’m not sure why he asked me in the first place.

“Mm?” I hum, taking a sip of my drink to distract myself from my manic thoughts.

“What are your plans for Halloween?” he repeats.

He should already know the answer to this question, too. But I still answer him. “My parents and I are going to the movies.”

“Ooo, seeing anything scary?” Seamus asks.

 My nose crinkles. “Of course not.”

“It’s too bad you can’t come to Viktor’s Halloween party tonight, ‘Mione. It’s gonna to be so lit. He booked a local band, and even a catering service. Are you sure you can’t get out of going to the movies with your parents?” Harry asks me, hope written across his face.

I shake my head and laugh. “I already promised them. Guess I’ll have to miss out on Viktor’s ‘lit’ party, Harry. Sorry.”

Harry grins at me good-naturedly. I don’t even feel guilty about lying to him about it.

I wonder if maybe I should.

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We stay out all day, walking around downtown until the sun sets. I’m having more fun being with my friends than I’ve had in a long time, my anxiety pushed off to the side. Maybe it’s because of the mischief in the air on Halloween night. Maybe it’s because of the four bottles of hard apple cider in my system. I have no idea, but Harry reminds me of my lie, and I almost trip and get caught in it.

Our goodbyes are said, full of drink and laughter. Seamus hollers words at me from across the street, but none of them make any sense. I laugh and mime whatever language he spoke to me right back at him. Harry doubles over in raucous laughter; they’re both beyond gone at this point. Part of me wonders how long they’ll last at Viktor’s party, but I’m sure they’ll find a way – they always do.

My fingers are bloody well freezing by the time I get into my neighborhood, so I tuck them in the sleeves of my thick, grey sweater. The streets are filled with shrieking children trick-or-treating, with their parents walking along tiredly nearby. I exchange a friendly smile with a mum who is wrangling her little demon. He’s wailing something about wanting to eat his M&Ms early and throws his plastic pitchfork on the sidewalk.

As I continue, I can’t help but to think that his costume choice probably wasn’t an accident. I can’t help but be reminded of someone, once upon a time.

When I look back up from the boy, my world spins. Damn alcohol.

I didn’t even drink that much, but I’ve always been a lightweight. Ron and the twins like to tease me for it, but I always get into the rational discussion of body weight and height differences and varying metabolisms, and then they lose interest quickly; I like that they do, but I also hate it. When my mouth opens, eyes glaze over. It’s why I don’t open my mouth much anymore.

I lean against a lamppost, pull out my phone, and do my best to make it look casual while I wait for my world to align itself again. No need to look like a lush in front of all these parents and children running amuck.

Hermione.

Even though I am surrounded by noise, surrounded by controlled chaos, I hear it – my name. My head shoots up from my phone, and I scan the crowd with squinted eyes. I see no one familiar. I only see little bodies on sugar highs.

Hermione.

The voice sounds hollow. Reverberated. Probably because it’s echoing inside my own head, and not out loud in the streets. I exhale shakily. My breath fogs in the cold air, clouding my vision.

Once my breath clears, I see him instantaneously.

There he stands, in the middle of the street, children passing him by. They’re moving too quickly, and he’s not moving at all. It makes me feel dizzy just looking at the contrast between them. He’s wearing a dark leather doublet, and I can see the silver thread of the embroidered leaves glinting in the streetlight from here.

It’s so strange; now that I am looking at him again, I can’t imagine how I could’ve ever forgotten his face. In a very frightening way, he is devastatingly beautiful. Even with his stupid guyliner smudged around his eyes. And just as before, I think he’s a queer, unearthly thing. With his dark, wavy hair falling into his face and his inky eyes and his weird clothing and his crown of sun-bleached thorns. I see no tail this time, but it doesn’t matter. Because he is looking at me – only at me.

As if he hears my anxiety, his mouth furls into a merciless smile – a smile that cuts teeth. A smile sharper than the knife tucked in my boot. A smile that chews helpless hearts out of chests and spits them out, damaged.

I don’t think; I run. My house is close, and as much as I want my parents to be home, I pray that they are not, because if they aren’t, that means they’re safe. Safe from him. Safe from me.

Because, at the end of the day, this is entirely my fault. All of it. I should have never encouraged the creatures of his court. I should have never given them gifts; and I should have never accepted theirs. I should have stuffed my ears with cotton, ignored their ballads.

Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve. Thinking about it now is pointless. It’s too late for regrets; they’ll only weigh me down.

I race up my front steps, fumble for my keys, and unlock the door. Once I’m inside, I slam the door shut and deadbolt it. I run upstairs to my room, not even bothering to turn on the lights.

Even in my inebriated state, I know it’s pointless, but my second instinct is to hide.

My first is to arm myself.

Quickly, I pull dresser drawers open, digging through them in a panic. It’s a whirlwind of actions driven purely by my adrenaline, because I’m barely aware of which weapons and items I’m shoving into where.

What I’m mostly aware of is this sudden pressure building in my ears. Like when you drive into the mountains, and the higher you go, the more pressure you feel, until your ears finally pop.

I’m tucking packets of salt into my back pocket when my bedroom door blasts off its hinges, and I’m thrown across my bedroom. The back of my head cracks against something hard, and my world starts fading to black.

The last thing I see before I black out is his dark silhouette eating away at the moonlight.

The last thing I hear is him speak in his queer, echoing accent. “We meet again, Daughter of Dust. Let us see just how worthy you really are.”

After that, my ears finally pop, and I am falling, falling, f a l l i n g like Alice.

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I pull in a loud, sharp breath, and immediately begin to cough. Something smells so horrific that I choke on it. That’s the first thing I notice when I wake up.

The second thing I notice is the tingling in my legs. They feel like dead-weight. Asleep. I try to shift them, and find that I cannot.

The third thing I notice is the noise. The pressure in my ears is gone now, but it is replaced by a deafening buzzing sound. It bothers me.

I open my eyes and all I see is a green, blinding light shining down on me. A hole in the ceiling. Once my eyes adjust, I am horrified.

Thousands of black flies are swarming around me, hitting against my arms, my face. The reason my legs are asleep is because someone is lying on top of me. He stares at me with clouded eyes, his mouth twisted into a grotesque, frozen scream.

A fly crawls out of one of his nostrils, and I find my voice. I scream. I push and I kick and I shove him off me, and his rotting flesh makes a wet sound as he slides down, down, down. But he doesn’t stop sliding. I watch him roll over a mountain of rotting corpses. Sinew stretching. Skin splitting. Stench strengthening.

And I realize that I am at the very top of this mountain – their unintentional queen.

I cannot get down fast enough.

Each time my foot gets caught in limbs, I scream. Each time I slip in their putrid juices, I cry out. Each time I catch myself from falling by grasping onto their rotting scalps, I dry heave.

By the time I reach the bottom, I am covered in death. I reek of it. I stumble away from the mound as quickly as I can, and fall to the rocky ground. I crawl on my hands and knees, desperate to get away from them. My jeans – torn. My knees and palms – bloody.

Once I am far enough away, I retch and I gag until everything tastes of bile – until all I see are little, white stars. And I can’t even wipe my vomit away, because my sleeves of my sweater are coated thick with coagulated blood.

Spit hangs pathetically from my lower lip as I look up. I’m in a different room now – some sort of cave. There is a soft, green light coming from somewhere, but I can’t find the source, and I don’t care. I can’t tear my eyes away from the crystal-clear spring in front of me.

I don’t even think as I tear my clothes off. I don’t want them on me anymore. I don’t even want them touching me.

Once I am naked, I splash ungracefully into the water and scrub frantically at my skin. There are no scrub brushes here – wherever here is, so I use the blunt tip of my nails to dig away my disgust.

I could be wrong, but something tells me that I will feel dirty for a long while – no matter how clean I get.

After my body is as clean as I can make it, I get out and reluctantly gather my filthy clothing. I really don’t want to put them back on, but I can’t exactly walk around this strange cave in the nude. I have no idea where he is, but I know he’s probably watching me from the shadows, somewhere.

I stomp back to the edge of the spring, clothing in hand, and feel humiliation staining my cheeks. As I am hunched over, scrubbing my underclothes in the warm water, I am intensely aware of how naked I really am. Of how naked I have always been.

I am so, so vulnerable, and I am disgusted by it.

It makes me hate him even more.

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As much as I don’t want to, I press forward. There’s a narrow passageway leading up an incline, which leads to another small clearing – smaller than the room with the spring. Perfectly circular.

And in the center, a pedestal. And on the pedestal, a large orb omitting a greenish glow, with golden vines twisting around it elegantly. It’s breathtaking. It’s beautiful.

I don’t trust it. At all.

I imagine it is filled with fae poisons. I imagine that it is cursed. I think of how it will devour my hand if I touch it. I think of how it might kill me.

I shiver in my wet, freezing clothes, and I also think of how it might help me.

Holding my breath, I step forward.

Nothing happens.

I circle around it once.

Nothing happens.

I dare to sneak a touch on a golden vine.

Nothing happens.

I am stupid and press my palm against the golden knot in the center.

Something happens.

My eyes go wide, and I jump back in alarm. The vines untangle themselves, then melt away, leaving behind what it was guarding.

Clothing and weapons. For me.

It doesn’t make any sense. He’s the one who put me here – the one seeking his childish revenge on me – so why would he help me? There must be a catch, or a boon waiting to be owed.

But when I check the leather doublet, it’s utterly ordinary. Nothing special. Plain.

Like you, my own voice whispers back to me in my head.

I find that I’m angrier for some reason, and I show it when I yank the doublet over my head, like it will make some sort of difference. Some of my hair gets stuck in my mouth in the process, and I spit it out. I push my arms through the sleeves, and I’m disturbed by how perfectly everything fits me. My soggy packets of salt are tucked into my pocket; my necklace of rowan berries is strategically hidden underneath my doublet; my soaking socks are turned inside out; my iron daggers are cold against my inner thighs.

Part of me doesn’t want to think about how terrified I really am, so I test out the blades to distract myself. They’re nothing like my little iron daggers. These are larger – much larger, and they curve out elegantly. I trace my finger along the intricate designs and frown.

“Words?” I ask aloud to no one. Glyphs are written along the side in a fae language – one that I will never understand. Faeblades, I decide to call them.

The words on the faeblades begin to glow a fiery red. When it reaches closer to my fingers, it sparks. I squeal, dropping them to the dirt, and pull my little finger into my mouth where it burns. There’ll be a blister; I’m sure of it. I stare down at the enchanted blades in wonder, listening to the crackling energy dissipate now that I’m no longer touching them.

I wet my chapped lips, and pick the faeblades up by the handles – safely. The glyphs blaze to life again, but it doesn’t scald me this time.

It’s not much, but I’m feeling a little less vulnerable than when I first woke up. I’m just waiting for the grand reveal – the moment when I’m thrown into a situation where I’ll need these gifts.

I sheath the faeblades in the holster on the belt wrapped around my hips, and feel my anger and frustration disperse, and they are replaced by something new – determination.

Once upon a time, he said he’d make me regret my words.

Tonight, I think I will make him regret ever being born.

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It doesn’t take long for me to realize that I’m in a living, breathing labyrinth.

There are chambers with nothing. Doors that lead nowhere. Gnarled vines that block exits. Halls that echo voices that do not belong to me. Rooms that repeat.

He thinks that I’m not keeping my wits, but I am. I have never felt more alive before this.

After what feels like hours, I come to a large room with crumbled stones and the biggest cobwebs I have ever seen. On the other side of the room, there is a large, oval-shaped stone with fae glyphs written in blue. It lets off a low hum. Full of the same energy in my faeblades.

It’s quiet in here. Not even my footsteps echo.

I’ve never much been into videogames, but I’ve watched Harry and Ron play enough to know that it’s a big, open room like this where something nasty is going to come out and try to kill me.

As quietly as I can, I unsheathe my faeblades. The clean sound of metal doesn’t soothe me. I dare to take two steps forward, and I think I could swallow my own heartbeat right now if I wanted to.

There is purple light, and something moves at my feet; I swing instinctively.

I feel stupid when I realize it’s only a blooming flower. What I thought were crumbling stones scattered across the ground are actually budded flowers. I don’t know why, but when I get near them, they come to life. I crouch low, watching in fascination at the purple light they’re emitting, watching specks of glowing pollen float gently to the ground.

When I move my hand over more of the flowers and they bloom, I can’t stop the smile that creeps onto my face. The magical things in Faerie are magnificent. More magnificent than I could have ever imagined.

“Curious,” a deep, familiar voice with a queer, echoing accent says.

I’m on my feet and my faeblades are out faster than I can think. He’s on the far end of the room, leaning against the glyph stone with drink in hand, watching the flowers at my feet with his stupid, pitch-black eyes. The soft glow from the bloomed flowers at his shoes paint him purple; I hate how intimidating it makes him look – how frighteningly beautiful. I wonder if I look the same, but I know I don’t, because he almost takes my breath away. Almost.

“Enlighten me,” I say, my voice a venom edge.

My acidic tone brings his attention to me, and his mouth furls with a familiar contempt. “Cave flowers only bloom in the presence of magic. Why are they blooming for you, I wonder?”

Air gets caught in my throat. Now he’s stolen my breath away.

His dark eyes travel over me slowly, taking in my appearance. He looks bored and displeased, but this is nothing unusual for him, it seems. He takes a long sip from his cup, his eyes never leaving mine. He says, “I see the subjects of my court have aided you, but it doesn’t matter. Pixie-made tunics and weapons aren’t an antidote for your mortality.”

Pixies?

I blink stupidly at his admission, then look at the sleeves of my doublet and the crackling energy of my faeblades. Why had I not thought of this before? Of course, my friends would help me. It fills me with a stupid kind of joy that they still hate him; a petty kind of joy that they love me better.

“How does it make you feel?” I ask, genuinely curious, but mostly vengeful. “To be hated so much by those who are meant to love you?”

In an instant, he is close. Too close. I warn him with my faeblades, and he comes up short, wine spilling. I watch his face slip into nothingness. A mask.

“They love you, because you give into their whims. They love you, because you are temporary. They love you to spite me,” he says lowly, his head tilting just barely. “Tell me: how does that makes you feel?”

I glare at him, pushing the long edge of my blade toward his chest in forewarning. “I would rather be loved out of spite than to be hated.”

At that, he blinks lazily, as if he is trying to comprehend my words. “Are you telling me that you’d rather be loved falsely than to be hated honestly?”

When he words it like this, I’m not so sure. But I am too stubborn to agree with anything he says.

“Yes,” I reply, biting the inside of my cheek. My lie tastes like copper.

His eyes narrow, speculating. “You are exceedingly unusual. No wonder they find you mortals so…interesting.”

His words set me on fire. All I feel is rage.

I press the faeblade into his tunic and scream, “Is that all this is to you? A form of entertainment? A game? You really think you can just go around, stealing mortals when you are bored? Throwing them into a maze to fend for themselves? Without suffering any kind of consequences?”

His dark eyes go wide with surprise, and he looks down at the weapon pressed to his chest. Then he looks back at me, a look of wicked enjoyment on his face.

“If you think this is a game, Daughter of Dust, you are delusional,” he replies, then his fingertips curiously ghost over the soft, round curve of my ear.

I stare at him in disbelief as he steps away from me, his phantom touch going with him. His stare is intense, and I am transfixed.

“There are no winners here in Faerie. No losers,” he pauses – a revelation. “Only us.”

I blink, and he is gone as quickly as he came.

For some reason, I find that I am infuriated at how I am a slave to his convenience. Infuriated at how easily he can come and go, and how I cannot.

In my anger, I trample some cave flowers and scream. But then I pause when I hear the sound of something wet behind me – the sound of something scraping together. I whirl around and my stomach drops in horror.

A brown and golden spider the size of a large dog is lowering itself from the ceiling by a sticky thread, and all eight of its red, blinking eyes have me in its sight. By the time it is close enough for me to notice the purple venom oozing from the tips of its fangs, it drops elegantly to the dirt and lunges toward me.

On instinct, I throw myself to the right and land in a patch of cave flowers. The air is knocked out of my lungs, but I don’t have time to think about it. I roll onto my back just in time to see the spider crash into a wall. It lets out an unnatural shriek that pierces my eardrums, and I can’t help but throw my hands over my ears.

It shakes its head and turns back on me, its long legs bringing it stampeding in my direction.

“Shit,” I swear under my breath, and scramble up to run away from it, but I know it’s pointless. The spider is going to catch me in seconds. It is going to stab me with its venomous fangs, wrap me up in it silk, and turn my insides into goop. I’m going to be spider food.

God, damn it.

No.

I pull out my faeblades and whirl around, my feet skidding in the dirt. I take on a defensive stance and feel entirely feral – so unlike me, but also exactly like me. I am painted with purple and rage.

The spider falters for a split-second, almost as if it is considering that I might be a threat, but quickly throws that thought out the window and barrels toward me.

When it’s nearly upon me, my grip on the faeblades tighten, and I drop down and swing at its legs. As I swing, I feel heat and see flames. But I realize too late that I dropped down too slow, and its powerful body knocks into me, throwing me to the ground. I feel an excruciating pain in my left shoulder from the force of the blow, but I don’t let it stop me from pulling myself back up – no matter how badly I want to scream from the pain. I’m not going down without one hell of a fight.

The enormous spider crashes to the ground by the stone glyph, letting out a horrendous screech. Green blood spurts out of the two legs I’ve lobbed off, and the spider wobbles off to one side, uneven. It’s at a disadvantage now, but that doesn’t mean it’s not a threat. I know better.

I go to change to an offensive stance, ready to go in for the kill now that it is wounded, but the movement in my shoulder causes the pain to intensify and I accidentally drop one of my blades. I don’t mean to, but I cry out. It feels like fire. Pure fire.

As I reach up to touch my injury, I look down at the same time and I feel my blood run cold. There, jutting out of my shoulder like some grotesque joke, is one of the spider’s fangs. The venom sac is still attached, pulsing, pumping more and more purple venom into my bloodstream. I don’t know why I didn’t notice it before, but I can feel its effects now. The fire in my veins. My body temperature rising. My vision blurring. Delirium setting in.

I’m going to die. It’s inevitable. A fact. I cannot control it.

The cave is moving – shifting, but I know it’s just the venom making quick work of me. Making me delirious. Making me go mad. I watch the spider stand and turn back on me, and it turns into two spiders, three…wait, four? I don’t know how many there are anymore, and I don’t care.

I yank the fang from my shoulder and throw it to the ground in anger. If I cannot control when I die, I most certainly can control what I do with my last moments before they’re stolen from me. He cannot take that from me. He will never take that from me.

All four spiders let out a piercing shriek and spring toward me.

I scream at the top of my lungs and lunge forward with my single faeblade drawn. The four spiders turn back into one for just a second, but it’s all the time I need. I swerve to the right, and when it goes to follow me, it loses balance on its uneven side and topples.

It only takes a second for it to get its bearings again, but it’s already too late. I am on its hairy back, screaming until my throat burns, hacking the curved edge of the faeblade into its head, its eyes. I show it no mercy, because I know it would have shown me none.

I keep stabbing its head, although I’m certain its dead now. It’s stopped moving. It’s stopped screaming. But I’m the one who can’t stop. I feel vengeful. I feel angry. I feel robbed.

My heartbeat slows, speeds, slows, speeds – erratic. I don’t even realize I’m crying until I slide off the spider’s body. I want to get away from it. I need to get away from this. I begin to crawl, but everything is turning to fuzz.

I follow a source of soft, blue light. It’s familiar. Warm. Comforting.

My head rests against the hard surface, and I close my eyes. So, this is where I’ve come to die.

And I feel like I’m almost there – almost dead, but then I hear voices. Distorted ones. Ones I can’t quite grasp. Can’t quite reach.

I’m too tired to care. Too warm to care. The warmth wraps around me, whispers in an echoing, childlike voice: Awaken, little dustling. Awaken. So much has yet to be done. You mustn’t stop now. Look how far you’ve come.

The venom is making me go mad – I just know it. I don’t know who is speaking to me or where they are, but I reply anyway.

“I’m dying,” I rasp out, my head lolling to the side tiredly. Breathing is difficult now. “I can’t even move. The venom.”

There is an antidote, little dustling, but you must claim it.

Where I pull the energy from, I cannot say, but I find that I’m more alert than I was a moment ago. I open my eyes and ask, “Where?”

It is here. In this very room. But first, I must ask you a question: how badly do you want it, little dustling?

I know this is a trick question, even in my feverish state. Receive a favor; owe a debt. The way of the fae.

My jaw clenches and I answer honestly, “I don’t want it at all, but I need it.”

Silence.

Right when I think the little girl didn’t like my answer and left me to rot, she speaks again.

And we need you, little dustling. You’ve been chosen.

I frown, weakly shifting myself up. “Chosen? Chosen by who? For what?”

The egg sac behind the lorestone. Don’t apply it. Drink it. All of it. Every last drop.

“Wait!” I cry out weakly. “What do you mean I’ve been chosen? Hello?”

The little girl is gone, then I register her last words. The antidote.

My vision isn’t clear, but it’s well enough to see in my immediate area. My main concern right now is figuring out what the bloody fuck a lorestone is.

Familiar energy radiates behind me, and I turn my head. The oval stone with glyphs written on it. Could this be it? It’s the only distinctive feature in the room; well, besides the decapitated spider lying at my feet.

“The egg sac behind the lorestone,” I repeat. “Behind the lorestone.”

I crawl on my hands and knees, too weak to walk. Too weak to exist, but I make it happen. I have no other choice.

Behind the stone is a white mass made of spider silk. It’s pulsating with life. So, what am I supposed to do? Just cut it open and let its little venom babies make a feast of me? No, thank you.

A sharp pain in my chest stabs me, making me double over and wanting to die. But then I remember that I don’t want to die. I refuse to let it end like this.

I reach for my faeblade, bring it above my head, and stab the egg sac as hard as I can.

I expect baby spiders the size of tarantulas to come pouring out, but they don’t. Green, gelatinous goo pours out, instead. Without thinking, I reach my hand in up to my elbow, feeling around for something – for anything.

My fingers slip against something smooth, and I grasp it. I pull it out, and through the goo, I can see it’s a glass bottle filled with a dark liquid. After I wipe as much as I can away from the stopper, I open it, and drink.

It’s disgusting. It tastes bitter and metallic, but I keep drinking. I don’t stop. I drink all of it. Every last drop.

And when I am finished, I collapse into the dirt. Then I think of how much I have been hating dirt lately and laugh at the irony of it all.

Part of me thinks I was tricked. Given false hope. I feel no different, but I still wait. I stare at the stalactites dripping from the ceiling. It’s not like I have anything else better to do.

Time passes, and I am still not dead.

In fact, all at once, I feel better. More than better. I touch my wound, and only find a star-shaped scar. I get up, gather my faeblades, and sheath them.

I feel different. Stronger. I wonder if it was more than just an antidote. I push the low probability of that to the back of my mind. I have more important things to worry about.

It’s time to find him and end this. He says this is not a game, but it certainly feels like one. I’m competing for something, but I have no idea what the prize is. No idea what the rules are. He is playing with my life like I am worth nothing, but I am worth so much more.

And I’m going to prove it to him. I will do anything to survive this labyrinth.

Anything.

I wonder if he knows that.

[withasideofeggsy]

Promises :: Park Jimin :: 2

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Word count: 3.1K

Warning: ANGST, a little bit of self loathing, coarse language

-

I guess being emotionally drained helps with one’s sleep. I ended up sleeping way past noon.

I rub the fatigue out of my eyes to glance at the red digital numbers on the bedside, 1:21 PM. Great, I wasted most of my day already. When I said ‘great’ I wasn’t being sarcastic. The quicker the day spends away without my contribution sounds ideal. I can’t wait to start school again, keep me so busy I don’t even have time to mope over myself let alone Jimin.

I realize that I come off as pathetic. I realize that my life shouldn’t revolve around Jimin. But how could I change so quickly when all I knew was that he was the centre of my universe. We rarely argued over anything, we always worked together to figure out any complications if we had any, and the complications were close to none, we were just in synch. Maybe that’s why he got bored.

Groaning I roll over to fetch my discarded phone near my feet. Holding onto the power button I also hold my breath, awaiting the explosion of incoming messages and missed calls. I rub my eyes with the back of my hand again, when I noticed that I only had thirteen messages, three more than I had yesterday night. After sleeping for more than twelve hours I found the energy to at least check in with the messages. I open the messenger and realized that most of them were from Jungkook.

Kookie :D : Noona where are you?

Kookie :D : I’M SO WORRIED

Kookie :D : Hyung is an idiot but that doesn’t mean I need to suffer too :’(

Kookie :D : NOONAAAAA

Kookie :D : Hyung went out. So come back home.

Kookie :D : We can cuddle

It sounded tempting, I’ll be completely honest.

[Y/N]: Alright :)

Kookie :D : Tell me where you are. I’ll pick you up and we can get brunch.

[Y/N]: Is it your treat?

Kookie :D : IF YOU INSIST

Kookie :D : Free food always makes people happy, so yeah FINE

Kookie :D : My Noona is abusing me D:

[Y/N]: I love youuu

[Y/N]: See you soon my bunny!

Jungkook arrives promptly with a duffle bag of essentials. I blink in awe at how thoughtful he suddenly was. It was surreal having the youngest taking care of me for a change.

“Thought you needed some things before we headed out for lunch,” he bashfully smiles rubbing at the back of his neck, “Sorry, I couldn’t find your sweaters so I just packed you one of mine.”

I smile shaking my head, “Thanks Kook, don’t worry about it!”

Gathering up the fresh change of clothes I rush into the bathroom to put them on. Sporting plain black skinny jeans and an oversized black hoodie I look into the mirror and I couldn’t help but notice the look of death I had. The puffiness in my eyes was a dead giveaway that I had been crying for hours. Brushing the thought aside I just hoped that there wont be pictures of me looking like this on the internet later. I shuffle back into the bedroom where Jungkook lay nonchalantly on the enormous bed playing with his phone.

Noticing that I was ready he jumps up from the bed enthusiastically and rummages through the duffle bag that he brought with him. He pulls out a white cap with rings and places it onto my head.

“I stole it from Yoongi hyung, I know how much you like wearing it,” Jungkook explains with a grin, “Hides the…y’know.”

Nodding I fix the cap perched on my head, “Thanks Kook. It’s weird that you are suddenly taking care of me. I really appreciate it, but it’s weird.”

He rolls his eyes, “Why? Is it bad that I want to take care of my noona?”

I shake my head with a small smile, “No of course not, I really like it. It’s just that it’s usually the other way around.”

Jungkook adverts his gaze up to the ceiling before kissing his teeth, “Well, you better get used to it. From now on I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable he was. Holding up my hands in mock surrender, “Okay, oppa, whatever you say.”

His face immediately flushes a deep red and he pulls his lips into a bashful frown. Quickly clasping a hand over his face he turns around to make his way to the door. He stumbles over his feet as he does the same with his words, “J-Jeez, let’s just go…”

-

The café he takes me to was my favourite. I slide into my clear plastic chair as Jungkook slips into the one in front of me. He gives me a small bunny teeth smile before disappearing behind the menu. Copying his actions I do the same. I skim through the menu to see if I wanted to try something new, even though I know fully well that I’m going to order the same thing that I always got. Strawberry banana and chocolate chip waffles. Yeah…that sounded good.

I close the menu and place it back onto the table, wary of the utensils and my destructive clumsiness. I watch as Jungkook does the same. He takes a swig of water before speaking, “Have you decided what to get?”

I nod, “Yeah. The strawberry banana and choco chip waffles sounds good.”

Jungkook groans, “It sounds so good. I want that too but I need to watch what I eat for this comeback.”

I knit my brows together, “What! No, you don’t! Jeez, Jungkook. Don’t worry me about dieting again okay? My heart literally dropped to my ass when I saw that video of you rejecting those donuts. I want to see your cheeks chubby and full, not hallow and sickly, got it?”

He whines running his fingers through his hair, “But manager says-”

I see the waitress approaching us, “Hi are you ready to place your orders?”

Immediately I order, “Two orders of the strawberry banana and chocolate chip waffles. One with an extra waffle! Thank you!”

I flash Jungkook a bright grin as I collect his menu and pass it to the waitress who blinks in confusion. Nonetheless, she scribbles into her notepad and hastily returns to the kitchen, either in shock of my aggressiveness or seeing Jungkook in the flesh, not too sure. I wiggle my eyebrows at the younger male and he rolls his eyes but I didn’t miss the little tug of a smile.

“Remember how you always make healthy lunches for all of us and bring it to our dance studio?” Jungkook swishes the water in his cup as he smiles fondly at the memory, “And when…Jimin refuses to eat you would spoon feed him like a baby.”

I chuckle at that, “Yeah, I was always especially worried about him,” I look up at Jungkook and I force a reassuring smile, “Hey, but I’m sure his new girlfriend will take better care of him!”

He shakes his head, “I really doubt it. You made your school schedule around him and made sure that he was happy and healthy. You went over and beyond for him – and us.”

I shrug indifferently, “I guess not really, seeing that I failed to make him happy. And don’t you think I’m idiotic for doing all of that? Like…my life revolved around him,” I say as my voice got quieter out of embarrassment.

He furrows his eyebrows slamming his glass of water a little too harshly onto the table, “Hyung’s idiotic. Not you, never. If you were my girlfriend I would never let you go, you’re perfect.”

I couldn’t find the words to express how I felt about his sudden confession so I opted for incoherent stutters, “I-I…wow J-Jungkook…”

A faint pink dusts the bridge of his nose, “You don’t need to say anything…”

I nod dropping my chin into the palm of my hand as I advert my gaze away from him and towards the kitchen doors. As if on cue to save me from the awkwardness that is my life, the door swings open to the waitress expertly balancing a plate of fluffy waffles in each hand. She gently places the plates down before us, respectively with the plate of an extra waffle in front of Jungkook, “Enjoy!” she smiles warmly.

I slide my plate towards Jungkook, cocking my head towards his plate, “That’s mine Kook, I’m hungry.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as the frown on his lips deepens, but nonetheless he picks up his plate compliantly. I burst out laughing, waving my hand dismissively, “I’m just kidding!”

And just like that the awkward air blew over and out the door. Quite literally too, the chimes of the door fills the air indicating another customer’s arrival. I cut a piece of waffle and shove it into my mouth, the size a little too generous to be considered bite-sized. I groan rolling my eyes back as I chew on the warm sweet confection that almost shouldn’t be considered a breakfast item.  A familiar giggle snaps me out of my euphoria. With half the waffle sticking out from my mouth I turn to look towards the door and there was Jimin. His eyes were shaped into little crescents as he laughs along with the shorter girl who was latched onto his arm. I cough, sending the waffle to fly out of my mouth and onto the table by Jungkook’s hand. He jolts and looks up at me with a dollop of whipped cream still on the corner of his lip. He glances at the discarded chunk of waffle and back to me stifling a laugh, “Did it taste that bad?”

I cock my head towards the door. Jungkook nonchalantly takes another bite before looking at the entrance. His eyes bug out of his head and he looks towards me with the same surprised expression that I had earlier, “Hyung’s here with his girlfriend!” he whisper yells and I reach across the table to smack him upside the head.

We both discretely glance towards the entrance between our fingers but the new couple was already gone.

“Thanks!”

We jolt out of our seats at the close proximity of the voice. I swallow thickly, slowly glancing towards the table beside us. I cup a hand over my face so I couldn’t see them and vice versa. But thanks to Jungkook’s open jaw and intensive staring Jimin turns towards our table.

“Oh, Jungkookie!” I could hear the joy in his voice, “And…Oh! (Y/N) you’re here too.”

I drop my hand and muster up a small smile, “Hey, Jimin…”

What was I doing here? Jeez we broke up yesterday and he already forgot that this is my favourite place. Also I’m a little hurt that he would’ve brought his new girlfriend here. It was our special little place that we visit every Sunday morning.

“Oppa…” a whine drawls out.

I turn my attention away from Jimin to look towards the girl sitting in front of him. Her gaze was steely and cold as she huffs, crossing her arms across her chest, “Oppa, I’m hungry can we order first before you talk to your friend?”

Friend.

I turn away before Jimin could do so first. He stampers over his words with a light chuckle, “Ah sorry Soo Young! I’m going to order what they got. Do you know what you want to eat?”

She clicks her tongue with a pout, “Oppa…that’s so high in calories! You need to watch what you eat!”

Hearing that the fire starts to churn deep in my stomach. My grip on my metal fork tightens considerably, I wouldn’t be surprised if it bent in half right about now.

Jimin sighs, running his fingers through his pink locks, “Ah…you’re right.”

“No.”

Oh shit. That came out so fast I couldn’t catch myself. Jungkook turned Jungshook for a moment and I slowly turn my attention to Jimin, “Sorry Jimin, but that’s just stupid.”

Soo Young sharply gasps and whines, “You’re so mean! I just want the best for oppa!”

I raise a brow at that, “You really think Jimin starving is the best for him? You are literally more dull than this butter knife.”

“(Y/N), that’s enough. You can’t talk to Soo Young like that,” Jimin evenly says, “Besides, you have no say in my life anymore.”

I bit back the urge to roll my eyes. I hold his dark gaze, “I thought we were still friends.”

Jimin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “We can’t be friends if you can’t respect the love of my life.”

“I don’t even want to be your friend if you can’t find the decency to even respect yourself,” I say indifferently, but on the inside the little pieces that Jungkook glued together this morning fell back to my feet in a million tiny pieces. Jungkook catches my gaze and flashes me a reassuring smile. I fork my fruit around my plate but I couldn’t get myself to eat with the deafening silence enveloping the four of us.

Jungkook clears his throat and reaches over the table to pat my head, “How about we get this packed up and we can take our time eating while playing some video games?”

I nod quietly as he flags down the waitress for the takeout containers and the bill. With everything packed up he cocks his head towards Jimin, “See you later at home,” at which Jimin nods indifferently, “And nice meeting you Soo Young.”

I hold my take out box tightly in my arms, “Bye Jimin-ssi and nice meeting you Soo Young.”

Jimin looks up from his menu with a face of utter confusion by the added honorific. I dip my head politely before grabbing Jungkook’s hand and dragging him out of the café at an impressive speed that caused the napkins on the tables to flutter. I only stop dragging the poor boy until we rounded the corner, disappearing from the café’s view.

“You know what, I never really liked that café anyways, let’s find a better one next time. And that could be our café,” Jungkook suggests with a bunny grin.

I smile nodding my head, “That sounds like a plan.”

“But for now let’s get home and finish off this mediocre waffle so that we can play some Overwatch.”

[cutiecrates]

Cutie Reviews: NMNL July 19

I just got the news yesterday x3 my Lucky Treat has officially shipped! I’m not sure when I’ll get it, because while there is tracking, I kind of wanted it to be a surprise. But I’ll be sure to keep an occasional eye on it just to make sure nothing happens.

“With the weather heating up we wanted to bring you a box of beauty items that will be staples for you this summer! Don’t forge to bring these essentials with you on your summer holiday!“

Prize

This month, the winners of the mini-contest could receive some skin care products perfect for the summer weather. That perfect white clay looks a lot like something I got sometime back, a facial product, but I’m not sure if its the same thing.

Glam Gift

Meanwhile, we have a variety of brands I never heard of before- with the exception of the pink face mask up in the corner, if you recall in June’s KiraKira box we got the exact same thing, but it was a blue one.

July’s Must-Have Summer Item!

And this months horoscope is a must-have item for summer. Find your month and tell me down below, do you have these things? If not, would you want them or like them?

I don’t wear flip flops anymore, but I did own a pair of pink ones when I was little.

Alright! So let’s get started with this months items!

Prreti Pure White Milk Cream & Hatomugi UV Milky Gel

Okay, so starting with the item I already own, the Hatomugi UV Gel. This is a skincare product ideal for moisturizing and conditioning the skin for sunny weather. The one I own of this is right across the room from me, and from what I could tell there was virtually no difference between them (obviously, but it doesn’t hurt to check).

I’m not crazy for item repeats, but in this case I can make an exception because this is a really good sunscreen/moisturizer. It isn’t sticky or greasy and it soaks into the skin really quick, and the scent is extremely light and non-invasive.

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The Prreti Pure White Milk Cream product is made from natural ingredients like milk protein extract, white flower complex, and peach extract to help give the skin a natural glow in place of heavier makeups or foundation. It can even be used to add a little shine to the armpits, elbow, and knees. It’s has an.... off-peach-ish sort of scent?

What’s nice about this product is that unlike fresh applied foundation, it’s a clear lotion-like product that soaks into the skin and won’t rub off on your hands or something else that touches it. I’m not actually sure it could replace a foundation, but I feel like there’s a difference where I applied it, just a little bit of one. It feels like the Hatomugi UV product in hat it’s un-greasy and feels really light on the skin.

Frill Makeup Pouch

This is a first for NMNL, we are receiving an adorable makeup pouch, a must-have item for carrying around your makeup essentials, or honestly any sort of purse or essential item you might want. I know the pic makes it hard to see, but the purse has a gold and white woven texture, and the ruffles and zipper segment are rose gold, this would be perfect for the beach :3

I know some beauty-based boxes do give away items like purses or pouches or some extra-item so I was a little surprised because usually NMNL and KiraKira Crate don’t. I like the idea so I hope we see more~

Sakura Blotting Paper and Bandage set

For summer, it comes in handy to have some blotting paper. Before I ever got some I never really thought about it, and now I really like having them- just in case. To celebrate spring into summer, the pack features a simple sakura design, and it even comes in 2 bandages! I never saw that one before. The sheets also have a very faint hint of pink coloring on them, which is a nice little additional touch.

There isn’t really much I can really say about blotting paper. It might feel a bit weird using if you never did before, but it does a great job collecting the excess oils and sweat from your skin. I’d recommend trying them if you never did before because you might end up liking it.

Bling Bling Eye Stick & Yum Yum Lip Syrup

As usual I always look forward to the makeup items, and these were no exceptions. First up we have a crayon eyeshadow by Etude House, available in a few differently glittery shades perfect for summertime! The color I got was Pinky Star Rain. It’s a really pretty gold-copper-ish color, with a hint of pink- I suppose it’d be rose gold too?  

It applies smoothly and looks really pretty on the skin, whether you leave it as is or blend it out, or use both techniques to create a sort of natural-ish hue with sparkle.

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To go with our glittery sun-kissed skin, we also have a fun "lip syrup” by the SAEM, available in 3 different yummy scented, delicious tasting colors; from the cherry red one I got, to a strawberry baby pink, and a natural peach. This goes on the lips very smoothly and gives them a nice, healthy shine.

It smells good, tastes fine (should it get in your mouth, I’m not saying to eat it), and it eventually dries onto the lips, leaving behind a hue for some time afterwards. It’s not sticky on the lips, nor greasy, just wet. I’m not really for lip products like this, but I actually really like it. It smells like cherry candy with a hint of medicine in it, but not overbearingly. It applied really easy and smoothly (especially in comparison to a couple past products I got that made my lips look patchy, or I had to apply a lot), and it’s not a terrible red shade either.

CHOOSY In Air Beauty Gummy

This is another first for NMNL, an edible item! But of course, it’s an edible item perfect for this kind of box (and by Choosy Lips of course), it’s focus is to improve the plumpness, smoothness, and overall quality of the lips in a fun little lip-shaped gummy. They were available in either peach or yogurt and contain collagen, calcium, hyaluronic acid, and dietary fiber.

Besides being fun to squish, the gummies taste pretty good. It’s sort of like a milky, yogurtish peach flavor. I’m not actually sure if they really do anything though, I want to believe they do, but I can’t tell.

Foot Moisture Pack

This is our last item, a fun moisture pack for your feets. What they call socks, I was calling booties. Each set comes in a fun color and has a dotted pattern on them; ironic that I got yellow huh?

Well on the upside the product was scented like delicious lemon~ I love bright citrus scents like that, and even without the product I can still pick it up from the package. 

Besides the fun design, I like how the adhesive tapes were actually included, in fact they were on the socks already, all you had to do was pull the sheet off of them and wrap it to the side. I did notice the product seemed small though, and while I could feel it on my feet and they came out slippery and moist, I can’t say it did as well as others I’ve tried. It did feel good to use with all the walking I did the past four days with the hospital though, and it did help “repair” the skin. 

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Content - 5 out of 5. Everything was nice and worked fine, I didn’t have any sort of unpleasantness or issues to deal with. I liked everything.

Theme: 4.5 out of 5. For summer a summer theme is perfect, and I agree that most of these items served as a summer essential. I’d say there was 1 or 2 that really didn’t, but for most part I believe the theme was great and well thought out.

Total Rank: 10 out of 10. For summer I feel like this would be an essential box to get ;3 The items were good and it had a fun variety!

♥ Cutie Scale ♥

1. Lip Syrup - It’s so cute, and it doesn’t look that bad on me like some red shades have a tendency to do. It smells delicious~ 

2. Makeup Pouch - While I loved the idea and am happy they included it, I initially didn’t really like the style of it much. But the more I looked at it the more I ended up liking it. It’s perfect for a summer look and carrying around makeup essentials.

3. Choosy Gummies - I love squishing them, they’re so cute~ 

4. Bling Bling Eye Stick - It’s pretty to look at and it’s a subtle glittery shade in a natural color that’s still fun to look at.

5. Foot Moisture Pack - The packaging/booties were fun to look at and they smell amazing. Although I’m not sure I liked the quality of these ones in comparison to others, I’d buy it for the scent.

6. Hatomugi UV Gel - I’ve already gotten it before, but it’s an item I like so I’m okay with that. It works.

7. White Milk Cream - I love it’s cute milk carton package. I’m still not sure it did much, but it felt nice to put on.

8. Blotting Sheets - I think they’re pretty to look at, but unfortunately because its fall, soon to be winter, I don’t think I’ll be using these right now~ I like how they included bandages, because you never know when you’ll need one.

[victorluvsalice]

AU Thursday: As Long As You Love Me -- Still Here

A) Felt bad about saying I’m working on ANOTHER Valice AU but can’t show you anything yet and B) my friend @dont-offend-the-bees is modding good old Kurlish Week in the Dirk Gently fandom, so let’s have an entry in spirit! Last time we saw our heroes, Alice had just slaughtered an entire gang of evil bikers! She and Victor are back on the road again -- or, rather, they were, until Victor convinced her to stop for a night in a hotel for a chance. Alice is better than Bart at figuring out how hotels work, but she’s still out of her element. . .

"You – have stayed in a hotel before, right?"

"Once," Alice said, sitting on the bed and eyeing the walls as if she expected them to start dissolving any second now. "Years and years ago. An overnight trip to the seaside, if I remember correctly." She bounced on the mattress. "Usually we just had day trips into London. Mama and Papa liked sleeping in their own beds after a day out. So did I, honestly."

Victor thought about their first night together in the car – him curled up in the back seat, her in the front. His heart twisted in his chest. How many times had she lived her half of the scene, out in the cold, completely alone except for her imaginary friends? (Who, judging by how often she argued with thin air, weren't even all that friendly. Wonderland might protect her, but he couldn't blame her for wanting another source of conversation.) "When is the last time you slept in a bed?"

"Oh, not that long ago," Alice said, waving a hand carelessly. "I'm not that far out of Rutledge." She bounced again, heedless of the stricken look on Victor's face. "Granted, I am going to have to get used to clean sheets and pillows. And a mattress that doesn't feel stuffed full of rocks."

"Right." Victor dropped their duffel bag of essentials by the TV, then ran his fingers through his hair. "So, um, did you want the shower first, or. . . ?"

Alice froze, sitting bolt-upright. "Shower?"

"Yes. Shower. The thing that sprays water on you," Victor deadpanned. "If you've forgotten what one of those is, I don't know what to do with you."

She gave him one of those looks that was half-annoyance at the teasing, half-pride at the snark. "I know what it is, I just – it has been a while since I had one of those. Rutledge was all about either freezing cold or stiflingly hot baths, and – well, you've seen how much I spend on wet wipes."

He had indeed. Victor opened the bathroom door, revealing rows of blue and white tiles forming a wave pattern, a gleaming white toilet, and a smoked glass shower stall just beyond. "Be my guest. I don't mind waiting."

Alice needed no further invitation. She sprang from the bed, shucking her jacket and dropping it on the floor before heading inside and shutting the door. Victor turned on the TV to give her a bit of extra privacy. "Police are still investigating the mysterious mass murder of the notorious Blackwing gang," a news anchor droned solemnly from behind a desk. "Nine out of the ten members of the gang, including leader Scott Riggins, were found dead on a piece of farmland the gang had purchased as headquarters two years ago. When questioned, neighbors said they'd heard a commotion roughly three days ago, including large amounts of gunfire, but declined to investigate due to Blackwing's hostile reaction toward anyone considered intruders. Indeed, upon examining the barn on the property, police found dozens of bodies, most of them burned–"

Victor switched the channel before they could show any footage of the barn. He'd already lived that particular nightmare – he did not need it on instant replay. Instead, he found a red-headed young lady looking pensively out of the TV screen. "How does she know you love her?" she crooned, over the protests of her dark-haired male companion. "How does she know she's yours?"

Ah – Enchanted. That would do nicely. Victor chuckled as Robert attempted to thwart Giselle's musical number, only to be thwarted in turn by the Jamaican fellow in the park. Poor man – one chance meeting with a girl, and suddenly your whole life is turned upside-down.

His eye fell on Alice's jacket, discarded on the rug. He picked it up and examined it. The heavy leather had seen its share of battles – he poked his finger through an old knife hole. Unwillingly, his mind went back to the news report. Riggins had killed dozens of people in this jacket. Most of them likely people just like himself – innocent bystanders in the wrong place at the wrong time. And judging by his s'mores joke, he hadn't felt squat about ending so many lives. And then Alice had come along, and. . . .

He looked back up at the movie – at everyone singing and dancing with Giselle while Robert watched in a continual state of befuddlement. It suddenly felt very appropriate for this particular flick to be on. Perhaps Alice didn't cause spontaneous musical numbers, but the universe still molded itself to suit her needs. Never any eyewitnesses (except him, now) to her crimes. Never anyone ready to question the red splattered across her clothes. Never anyone giving her a second glance for talking to nothing. It was like – she was on a different wavelength to most people, one they couldn't pick up. So she moved through the world, killing whomever she thought needed it, and no one – no one even noticed her.

Except him. Somehow, he'd become the Robert to her bloody Giselle. But why? What made him special? All he had going for him was a steady hand with a quill pen, a natural talent for the piano, and a father with a booming cannery business. And Alice hadn't known about any of that when she'd rescued him from Hugo and his men. So what on earth had made the Cheshire Cat call him –

"Ahhh!"

Victor jumped to his feet. "Alice?!"

"It's all right, just – damn, the water's cold!" He could picture her glaring at the shower head. "Do they not have any concept of central heating in this hotel?"

"Just let it run for a minute, I'm sure it'll be fine." Victor fidgeted a moment. "You – you do have everything you need, right?"

"That depends on whether or not there's enough shampoo for one head in these tiny bottles," Alice responded. "And what's – why is the soap wrapped up like a Christmas present?"

"I think it's supposed to show it's fresh," Victor said, unable to help his grin. He went over and plonked himself down against the door so they could hear each other better. "You know, so you know you're not using the same bar as the last person who stayed here."

"I don't expect this soap to last a single wash, let alone two. I could break this by breathing on it." A moment of silence, then, "Another brainteaser for you – why does the shampoo have fruit on the label? Is it edible now?"

"No," Victor said quickly, just in case she was moved to test the universe's protection of her. "'Natural botanicals' is the new trend, that's all. . .honestly, if they were going to make any of it edible, I'd vote the conditioner. It already looks a bit like yogurt."

That adorable snort that signaled Alice laughing reached his ears. "I still don't think I'd like it in a parfait! 'Natural botanicals,' hmm? Next thing you'll know, they'll be having us rub whole strawberries and lemon slices on our heads."

Now it was Victor's turn to snort. "And my mother will be first in line to waste her money on it. She'll buy anything if she thinks it's in." He looked up at the ceiling. "Usually hats."

"Which kind of defeats the point of fancy shampoos. . ." Alice was quiet for a moment. "We haven't heard any more about them looking for you."

"Er – we have been rather busy," Victor said. "Not much time to listen to the radio."

"I suppose." Another brief silence. "Do you miss them?"

Victor's first instinct was to say that of course he did, they were his parents. But then. . .well, there was something about Alice that made him want to be honest. Besides, she'd find a way to cut through his bullshit anyway. "Not as much as I think I ought. We're – they're very into appearances and climbing the social ladder, and I'm – not good at that." He twisted his hands in his lap. "I – I'm sure they love me, but we're – t-there's a distance."

"I see. I'm sorry."

Victor shrugged to the wood. "I'm used to it."

Alice hummed. "That does at least explain why you didn't run for it the moment I stepped into the bathroom."

Victor blinked. "Why would I run for it?"

He could almost hear her raising her eyebrow. "Because you were clearly considering doing so for most of our trip together?"

That was true. . .and thinking about it, this would have been the perfect moment, wouldn't it? She never would have heard him slip out over both the TV and the shower, and he had plenty of money for a taxi thanks to the cash she’d accumulated from her kills. He could have been long gone by the time she stepped out of the bathroom. Well on his way back to his normal life.

And yet – the possibility hadn't even crossed his mind. After the bikers, everything had shifted. Alice had stopped being scary and started being – comfortable. The weirdness that followed her had started feeling – normal. His eyes found the TV again. Robert was smiling now, caught up in the magic of the song despite himself. Just like he was caught up in Alice’s universe. It wasn’t strange anymore -- it was -- right.

He wasn’t sure Alice would like the comparison to a Disney movie, though. "It's – different now," he said instead. "Like I said – I get it now. I'm supposed to be with you." He paused, then added, totally on a whim, "I'm still here."

Silence stretched between them – but it was warm, and companionable. "Yes," Alice said at last, and she sounded the happiest he'd ever heard her. "You're still here."

[iamvegorott]

Taken Away Ch 4

Abandoned 

“The sky’s getting darker again, we should be at the town soon.” Mark commented, finishing up his apple.

“I hope there’s different food at the town, as much as I love fruit, I’m starting to get sick of them at the moment. A nice juicy burger sounds amazing right now.” Jack handed the last piece of banana to Callie. The creature sniffed it and tossed it aside, a look of annoyance on their face. “Looks like Callie’s sick the fruit too.”

“Do you think they eat meat?” Mark asked as they stepped over some tall plants.

“No idea.” Jack ducked under a branch and let out a cheer. “The town!”

“Finally!” Mark threw the core to the side and the two men walked into the town, finding it empty.

“There are no people.” Jack commented, voice heavy with disappointment.

“No people, cars or anything that shows there’s life here.” Mark went up to a house and started knocking on the door. “Hello? Hello is anyone there? We need help?” Mark turned away and leaned against the door, seeing Jack putting his hands next to his mouth before shouting.

“Hello!?” Mark could have sworn that he heard that man’s voice echo throughout the entire town,

“I knew you could get loud, but damn, man.” A familiar voice said.

“Wade!” Mark and Jack ran over to the man, who was standing with Bob several houses down.

“Are you guys okay? Where’s Felix?” Jack asked.

“We’re fine and we don’t know where Felix is. We landed in the middle of the forest and just got here not too long ago.” Bob answered.

“All of the houses we’ve passed are empty. We haven’t seen anyone at all.” Wade added.

“Neither have we, it must be abandoned.” Mark said. “What are we going to do now?”

“First, we need to find Felix, he’s been alone this whole time.” Jack said.

“We could try getting to the top of one of the taller buildings and look for him.” Wade suggested.

“If this town is abandoned, then nothing should be locked or we could break into them if needed.” Bob looked around as he spoke.

“Not like there are cops to worry about.” Wade muttered.

“Have you guys eaten anything? We still have apples and bananas.” Jack offered.

“We’re good. We found this weird plant that had kiwis and strawberries on them.” Bob said.

“Never knew I could hate fruit so much.” Wade groaned.

“Maybe we can find some cans of food or something here, the town still looks brand new so they must have just left.” Mark said.

“Quick question, what the fuck is that?” Wade asked when Callie climbed out of Jack’s shirt and sat on his shoulder.

“Oh, this is Callie.” Jack introduced the creature. “They kind of just joined us, they’re the one who showed us where to get the apples and bananas.”

“And they understand what we’re saying.” Mark added.

“Seriously?” Bob leaned towards Callie. “Nod your head twice if you understand.” Bob moved back when Callie did what they were told. “Well...holy shit.”

“I knew you said you wanted to get a pet, but I don’t think that’s what any of us thought you’d get.” Wade said.

“And you think I did?” Jack scoffed.

“Let’s try to find Felix before it gets dark again.” Mark said.

“That happened really fast.” Bob scratched the back of his head. “It didn’t make sense, how does the sun become the moon? That’s not how that works.”

“I’ve given up on the whole questioning this place.” Jack said. “Think that building’s open?” The man pointed at a hotel.

“If not, we’ve got a great battering ram.” Bob patted his stomach.

“When in doubt, just throw Bob against it.” Wade chuckled.

“Remind me of that next time I get in an argument with someone.” Mark said as the four headed over to the hotel.

“It’s locked.” Jack groaned after trying to open the door.

“Alright on the count of three, we all push.” Wade said as he held the doorknob. The other three gathered around Wade and pressed their hands against the door. “Ready? One...two...three-ah!” The door opened easily and Wade fell to the floor. “What the hell!? You said it was locked!”

“It was!” Jack protested. “I know we like to pull dick moves on each other sometimes, but I don’t think now is the appropriate time for that.”

“You good?” Bob asked as he helped Wade to his feet.

“Yeah, I just landed on my face.” Wade huffed, making the others laugh.

“Do you think the elevator works? We’ve been walking all day and I don’t think I can handle stairs.” Mark said while they all looked around the lobby.

“Do we trust an elevator in an abandoned hotel?” Bob asked.

“I’m pretty damn lazy.” Mark chuckled.

“Found one.” Jack called, waving his hands at the other men.

“Have you tried it yet?” Wade asked as they walked over to Jack.

“Nope, but if it doesn’t work, the stairs have to be close.” Jack stated as he pressed the button, shocked to see it light up. There was a soft ‘ding’ before the elevator doors slowly opened.

“Are we really going in there?” Bob asked.

“You wanna take fifteen flights of stairs?” Wade asked back, going into the elevator with Mark and Jack.

“I’m good.” Bob stepped in as well and pressed the top button.

“No elevator music?” Jack mused.

“I could start singing.” Mark offered.

“I don’t think going deaf will help us.” Wade teased.

“My singing is not that bad, a lot of people actually like it. Which one of us was in the Five Night at Freddy’s Musical?”

“And who couldn’t hit that one high note?” Bob sang.

“How dare you, good sir?” Mark put a hand to his chest, pretending to be offended.

“Considering that he’s not a professional singer like Nate, he didn’t do that bad.” Jack said.

“At least someone’s being nice today.” Mark stuck his tongue out at Wade and Bob.

“But that high note was terrible.” Jack added.

“Asshole.” Mark flicked Jack’s arm.

“We’re at the top floor, we’re going to have to take the last flight up by stairs.” Bob said when the doors opened.

“That room’s open.” Jack pointed out and went up to the hotel room.

“This has jumpscare written all over it.” Mark muttered.

“There’s someone in there! Hey!” Jack went into the room, Mark going in as well.

“Don’t just intrude in someone’s room!” Wade huffed. “Fine, don’t listen to me.”

“If someone is in there, maybe they can help us find Felix and get home.” Bob said as he went after the two. Wade just let out another huff and followed.

“Hello?” Jack was shocked to find the room fully furnished, just like the lobby. If this place was abandoned, why did it still look and work like people still lived here? “We just want to get back home, can you help us?” Callie twitched their nose and hopped off of Jack’s shoulder, joining Bob and Wade at the desk.  

“I don’t think anyone’s in here.” Mark said.

“Looks like a family lived here before they left.” Bob commented, holding a picture frame in his hand. “Two parents and a little boy by the looks of it.”

“I recognize that kid.” Wade said.

“You do?” Mark asked, looking at the photo as well.

“Yeah, he and his parents were at the convention. The little boy gave me a wooden car he made himself, it’s still at the hotel.”

“You mean, like this wooden car?” Bob asked, picking up a toy from the desk he got the photo frame from.

“The exact same one…” Wade took the toy and examined it. “That’s really creepy.”

“It just has to be a coincidence. Right?” Mark chuckled weakly.

“Fucking-hell!” Jack’s curse made them turn their heads and they all yelled when they saw their friend being attacked by a large being in a gray trench coat. “Get away from me, you fuck!” Jack stumbled back and landed on the couch, holding the being away from him. Jack grimaced as drool slowly dripped through its sharp teeth and onto his shirt.  

“Get off of him!” Mark shouted as he grabbed the being by its shoulders and pulled him away from Jack.

“Move, Mark!” Bob warned, a baseball bat in hand. Mark quickly ducked and Bob cracked the being upside the head with the bat and made it fall to the ground.

“Damn, Bob.” Wade complimented.

“What I lack in speed I make up in with strength.” Bob chuckled. “But I think I’m going to have a heart attack.” Bob handed Mark the bat and sat down on the couch with Jack. “That adrenaline did not last long.”

“You good, Jack?” Mark asked.

“Yeah, little stunned and wet, but I’m not damaged.” Jack answered.

“Good to hear.”

“Is it dead?” Wade asked, jabbing his foot into the creature’s side.

“We could toss it out the window, I think there’s an awning beneath us it can land on to make its landing a little softer.” Mark said.

“Let’s just leave it, it doesn’t look like it’s getting up anytime soon.” Jack said.

“Alright, were there any more bats, Bob?” Mark looked over the bat before handing it back to Bob.

“I know there’s a second one at the desk. That’s where I found the first one. If we find the bedroom, we might find more.” Bob suggested.

“I only knew the kid liked baseball cause he was wearing his baseball shirt, he went on and on about being happy his team won the tournament this year.” Wade said as Mark started searching. “The kid in the picture was wearing the shirt, same number and all.”

“That’s extra creepy.” Bob said.

“This hotel is pimped out.” Jack commented, petting Callie’s head when they went back on his shoulder. “Most hotel rooms don’t have a separate living room and kitchen and bedroom.”

“Bedrooms.” Mark corrected. “The kid and the parents have their own.”

“I’ll go help him, you two recover.” Wade said before leaving the room.

“Kid is a baseball fanatic.” Mark commented from the child’s room. “Like, this room just screams ‘I’m a preteen boy’, it almost looks fake.”

“It’s like someone tried to make a room for someone that they only know one thing about them.” Wade agreed. “There are four more bats in here? No normal child has five bats, no matter how much they like baseball.”

“At least there’s one for Felix too when we find him.” Mark said, grabbing two bats while Wade got the others.

“You two ready to go?” Wade asked, handing one of his bats to Jack.

“The parents have some as well?” Bob asked, grunting as he stood.

“We found them all in the kid’s room.” Wade stated.

“The kid has five bats? That’s at least three too many for one kid.” Jack said, getting back up as well.

“The room was too much for a kid.” Mark said. “Way too much baseball stuff.”

“That’s the parent’s problem, let’s get to the roof.” Bob said.

“Wanna lead, Mr. Strength?” Mark bowed as he gestured towards the door.

“As long as you don’t mind going up stairs slowly.” Bob chuckled and left the room with the other three men behind him. Jack looked at the creature again before shutting the door all the way.

“Um…” Bob blinked, closed the door and reopened it. “We’re already on the roof?”

“What?” The four men stepped out through the door and found that they were indeed on the roof.

“Who builds the top floor on the roof like that?” Jack asked, looking at the structure. “Someone did not pay attention in school.”

“The fewer stairs the better.” Bob said, going to the edge of the roof.

“Do you see him?” Mark asked as he, Jack, and Wade went to the edge of the roof as well.

“Nope.” Bob popped the ‘p’ of the word.

“Felix!” Jack screamed.

“In my ear dude?” Wade snapped.

“You got any better ideas?” Jack asked.

“Point taken. Felix!” Wade screamed as well.

“Felix!” Mark and Bob joined in.

“Guys!?” They stopped when they heard a response.

“Felix!?” Jack called back.

“Where are you!?” Felix yelled from the forest.

“Follow my voice!”

“I’m trying!”

“I think I see him!” Bob pointed down. “Jack, Mark, go down there and get him, me and Wade will stay here to make sure you get to Felix.”

“Gotcha!” Mark and Jack got up, took their bats, an extra for Felix, and ran back into the building.

“Elevator’s faster.” Mark said as he pressed the button, the doors opening immediately.

“I hope Felix is okay.” Jack said while they rode back down.

“He shouldn’t be too bad off if he’s able to yell back like that.” Mark said.

“True, he’s probably starving.”

“He might have found a weird combo plant like all of us did.”

“Come on, move faster.” Jack groaned at the elevator.

“It can only go so fast.” Mark said.

“I know!” Jack huffed. “Thank the Lord!” Jack took off when the elevator opened back up, Mark following right behind him.

“We were at the back of the building and Bob and Wade should be able to guide us from there.” Mark said.

“Felix!” Jack called as they reached the back of the hotel.

“I think I’m getting closer.” Felix called back.

“Go a little to the right and you’re good!” Bob said from above.

“Felix!” Mark yelled this time.

“Mark!? Jack!?” Felix pushed several branches away, eyes widening when he saw the other two men. “Finally!”

“You okay, man?” Jack asked.

“I’m all good, are you guys okay and where are Bob and Wade?” Felix saw the bats in Mark’s and Jack’s hands. “And bats?”

“We’re fine, Bob and Wade are on top of the Hotel behind us and the bats are from inside the hotel.” Mark explained.

“Fuck!” The three men looked up when they heard Wade scream.

“They’re being attacked!” Jack yelled.

“It’s probably the asshat who attacked you! We have to help them!” Mark was about to go back around the building but stopped when he saw one of the three figures fall off the roof. The figure was too small to be Bob and too tall to be Wade.

“Oh shit!” Felix cried out when the being landed on the ground in front of them, it’s gray innards splattering. “I-” Felix bent over and threw up.

“Gross, man.” Jack groaned, looking away while Mark struggled not to vomit as well.

“Mangos and Oranges are not that good coming back up.” Felix groaned.

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Bribe

Here you go~ Thanks for requesting! I hope you like it. :3

♡ Admin  강아지

“Okay, what are you trying to get out of me?” Baekhyun narrowed his eyes at your outstretched hands, bearing a so-called innocent gift of candy.

“What? Nothing! I just picked a little something up for you while I was at the store,” you defended yourself.

“You never just ‘pick a little something up’ for me. Unless you’re trying to get something out of me.” Baekhyun’s suspicious gaze didn’t falter.

You dropped your hands to your sides, looking away with an offended air. “Geez, I can’t even give my own friend a present without being suspected of ulterior motives!" 

Sighing, Baekhyun grabbed the package of Skittles out of your hand and grinned. "You can’t fool me. You want something. Spill it.” He tore the package open and poured some of the colorful candies into his mouth, chewing smugly.

Realizing that there was no point in trying to keep up the “innocent” act, you flopped down on his bed and groaned in resignation. Ok, humiliation time. "Okay, fine, you’re right,“ you muttered, not meeting his eyes.

"I knew it!” Baekhyun crowed, pointing an accusatory finger in your direction. “You’re bribing me. Now, tell me what it is!” He sat on the floor, folding his hands and looking at you expectantly.

“I- I…” you stammered, trying to think of how to word it so it seemed perfectly normal and acceptable.

“What?” Baekhyun scooched closer, putting his face in his hands and smiling cheekily. “This has got to be good.”

Taking a deep breath, you finally said it all at once: “Ineedyoutobemyfakeboyfriend.” Wincing, you pulled a pillow over your head.

His eyes shot wide open, staring at you. “Your what?”

Groaning again, you pulled the pillow off of your head but didn’t look him in the eye. “I need you to be my fake boyfriend. Just for one day. My mom kept nagging me to let her set me up with people, so I told her I had a boyfriend, and so when Minah invited us to her wedding my mom told me that I should invite him, and I couldn’t think of a lie in time so I’m stuck and if she finds out I lied she’ll never let me hear the end of it!" 

Hearing nothing from Baekhyun, you chanced a peek at him to try and gauge his reaction.

He wasn’t looking at you. He was looking at the wall, his brow furrowed. Finally, he turned to you. "Can’t you ask someone else?”

“I caaan’t!” you wailed in despair. “My mom hates Chen because she thinks he’s a weird pervert, and Chanyeol’s too loud and smiley, no one would believe me!” Seeing his stony expression, you tried switching tactics. “And I wouldn’t have to be embarrassed if it was you because you’re all cute and charming and my parents already like you. And I’ll buy you coffee every day for a week! Two weeks! Please?” you entreated, beginning to wish you hadn’t asked him for such a weird favor.

“Fine,” he finally agreed, and your head popped up in shock. “But make it a month. And remember I like extra whipped cream!” he added in a singsong voice, his cheerful self reappearing like lightning.

“Really?” Your eyes lit up with hope, and Baekhyun couldn’t have said no to that face if he tried. He nodded, smiling crookedly.

“Thank you!” You squealed, tackling him in a tight hug. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou, I owe you big time! Thank you so much. I promise I’ll totally repay you!“ 

"You’re welcome,” he mumbled, his ears turning pink.

                                                      *****

You sat heavily down next to Baekhyun at the long, elegantly set table, rolling your eyes at the cheesy music playing at the reception. “My feet hurt,” you complained, taking off your high heels from hell, clearly sent up as a gift from Satan to punish you for trying to lie about your height. Maybe lying just shouldn’t be your thing.

“Where are your parents?” inquired Baekhyun curiously, peering around the room. “I thought they would’ve come and said 'hi’ at least by now.”

“I dunno,” you grumbled, rubbing your sore feet. “They’ll turn up soon enough, though. I saw my mom staring at us during the ceremony. She probably thought I was lying.”

“You were,” Baekhyun pointed out.

“Well, she didn’t know that!”

Laughing, Baekhyun handed you a fork. “Eat. You’ll feel better.”

Begrudgingly accepting the utensil from him, you impaled a strawberry with it and popped it into your mouth. Suddenly, Baekhyun wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you almost choked. "Here, try the melon,” he murmured into your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck. He poked a bite of cantaloupe to your lips, which opened automatically and allowed him to feed you.  

You stared at him with wide eyes as you chewed, trying to shrug his arm off your shoulder but it stayed securely where it was. His hand squeezed your shoulder and he leaned in again to breathe, “They can see us.”

Trying to appear inconspicuous, you darted your eyes around to try and locate them. “Where?” you whispered frantically.

“Stop looking around, you’re being too obvious. They’re behind you, I saw them sit down a minute ago.”

Suddenly comprehending the situation, you nodded slightly and stopped trying to look for them. "The cake is really good, Baekhyunnie. Try some!” you said slightly louder than usual, and scooped up a bite to feed to him. 

His eyes laughing, he opened his mouth obediently and you fed him the bite. “Oh my god.” Baekhyun slumped back in his chair.

“What? Are they coming?” you panicked, but Baekhyun shook his head. “This cake is the best thing I’ve ever eaten in my life,” he groaned, rolling his eyes to the heavens. “Seriously, try it.” He sidled up to you and offered up his fork, wobbling with the load of a giant bite of cake.

“Baekhyun, that is a ridiculously sized bite. Are you trying to kill me?” you said under your breath, but he persisted. 

“You have to get a bite with the cake, and the frosting, and the filling,” he whined, moving it closer to your mouth. “It’s sooo good. Trust me.”

Finally, you allowed him to feed you, his wobbling forkful smearing frosting on your face (which you had a sneaking suspicion was intentional). You took no more notice of this, however, because you suddenly had a mouthful of the most delicious ambrosia ever handed down to you by the gods on Mt. Olympus. It was a rich chocolate cake with raspberry filling and fudge frosting, and the flavors sang to you with the sweet chorus of the heavens.

Baekhyun took one look at the expression on your face and cracked up. “I told you it was amazing,” he said between giggles. “Plus, you look like a chipmunk with you mouth crammed full of cake like that.”

It was his own fault for giving you too big of a bit, but unable to scold him with your mouth full of cake, you settled for whacking him upside the head. This only made him laugh harder.

Finally swallowing, you narrowed your eyes at him. “Okay, then, let’s see how you like it." 

Obligingly opening his mouth, Baekhyun patiently awaited turn to be fed cake. Instead, however, you took the lemon slice from your drink and poked it into his mouth. His eyes widened in shock, and you went into a fit of silent hysterics as you watched his face instantly pucker up from the unexpected sourness. He glared at you, betrayed, and you almost fell out of your chair from laughter. 

"You look– so– cute,” you gasped between fits of giggles. 

“Oh, really?” he smirked, and leaned in like he was about to kiss you. “Come here, then.”

“No, thanks, Lemon Breath. I’d rather kiss you when your mouth wasn’t more sour than my dad’s attitude about parking meters,” you joked, but Baekhyun only smirked more and wiggled his eyebrows.

“So you’re saying ordinarily you would want to kiss me?”

“W-what? That’s not- I didn’t-” you stammered, trapped by your thoughtless phrasing.

��You LIKE me, don’t you?" 

"I didn’t say that! Stop giving me that creepy face,” you ordered him, but to no avail.

“You love me, don’t you? Admit it, you know you can’t fight these feelings any longer.”

“St-stop saying that, pabo! You’re being ridiculous.”

“Do you have any idea how red your face is getting?” Baekhyun laughed, and ruffled your hair. “Aigo, my jagi is shy about her feelings.”

“Shut up!” you whined, covering your face in your hands.

“Shh, it’s okay, you don’t have to hide it. Don’t worry, I like you too!” He shot you a wink, and you hit him again.

“Can’t keep your hands off me, can you?” he teased, and by this point you were willing to do anything to shut him up. “Should we take this somewh–” Baekhyun was suddenly cut off by your lips pressed against his. His eyes widened, and then fluttered shut as he began to move his mouth against yours. His hand raised slowly to your jaw, and angled it so he could kiss you more deeply. 

The spell was finally broken when an old aunt cleared her throat, and the both of you separated instantly to see several people looking disapprovingly in your direction, some of them shaking their heads and muttering not-so-quietly about “young people these days”. Your cheeks colored instantly. What had you just done?

“Um, sorry,” you mumbled awkwardly, but Baekhyun just looked stunned. Stumbling to your feet, you fled the scene. 

You failed to notice that your parents certainly hadn’t been sitting anywhere near you.

Quickly coming to his senses, Baekhyun leapt out of his chair to go after you. “W-wait!” he called as he maneuvered around chairs and unruly children. Finally catching up to you near the exit, he caught your arm before you could leave. “Please don’t go,” he begged, and you were caught off guard by his seriousness.

“I’m sorry.” You refused to turn to face him.

“No, don’t be sorry. Please don’t be sorry.” He tugged at your wrist, but you pulled it away.

“But I- I don’t know what came over me, and- I just- I made everything awkward and probably wrecked our friendship and-” you rambled on, and finally Baekhyun grabbed your shoulders and forced you to turn around. You gasped at how close he was, and still didn’t meet his eyes.

“Hey. Look at me." 

Timidly, you raised your eyes to his, and were shocked by the way he was looking at you. His eyes were so… gentle. You’d never seen this look on him before. It kind of scared you, seeing him gaze at you like that, like you were the most important thing in the world. "Baekhyun,” you began, but he interrupted you.

“Let’s go out.”

“Ha-ha. This is seriously not a good time to be teasing me, Baekhyun.” You tried to turn again, but he wasn’t letting you go that easily.

“I’m not. Let’s go out. You owe me coffee, remember?” He smiled, and you couldn’t hold back a small smile in return. At this, he beamed. “Come on, let’s go,” Baekhyun said, and kissed you on the cheek before he pushed open the exit, holding out his hand to you.

For a moment, you stood still, agape, but hesitantly you slipped your hand into his. His warm hand squeezed yours reassuringly, and together you left for coffee. 

Of course, Baekhyun wasn’t actually going to let you pay. But then, he was a better liar than you were. After all, your parents had to leave directly after the ceremony, and never did attend the reception.

[topreview2016]

Does Claire Goodall’s Everyday Roots Work or Not? – Shocking Review

Learn home remedies, DIY beauty recipes, and more, using ingredients you probably already have in your kitchen.

As a DIY addict whos been known to spend an entire Sunday or 5 on Pinterest, I was really excited to read this book. Who wouldnt want to have access to easy to make remedies that can usually be thrown together with stuff that you dont have to search high and low for?

Speaking of searching high and low, this is an eBook instantly available for download, so its really convenient to keep on hand in your tablet or smart phone. That way, the next time you need to stock up on ingredients at the grocery store, you can just flip through the book and find what you need.

No, the book is not available in paper form, which is not an issue for me, but that is really the only possible con I can think of when it comes to Everyday Roots.

What I love about this book is that it really does have something for everyone.

Its jam-packed with over 250 pages of recipes for pretty much anything you can think of. I dont know about you, but when I look at DIY stuff on Pinterest or wherever, I cringe thinking about all the things that could spontaneously combust when my clumsy self is haphazardly mixing ingredients today.

One of my favorite things about this book is its layout. Its got a bright, clean design with a clickable Table of Contents, which makes it super convenient if I need to find a recipe quickly. The pictures are gorgeous, and make me want to get some beautiful Mason jars and milk in a glass instead of the ho-hum carton were all so used to seeing.

The book has solutions for gas, bloating, dandruff, toothaches, sore throatthe list goes on. When I was reading through this section, I realized that about a year ago, I had pinned Claires sore throat remedy on Pinterest and made it for my husband last year when he got sick. He was miserable for days until I mixed that up for him. It took him only about a day to fully bounce back after making that for him.

As someone who is always on the lookout for ways to make our laundry smell as clean and fresh as possible, I really appreciated all her recipes for detergents and fabric softeners. No more spending $10 for a tiny container of Tide!

Are you a beauty product junkie, who, like me, cringes at how expensive everything is at Sephora and Ulta?

You will love the book for their beauty remedies then. Youll save so much money using ingredients like coconut oil, olive oil, honey, and strawberries. It makes grocery shopping more fun for me because now I know Im not just looking at certain produce and oils and what not just for cooking. Like I have an extra dimension of usefulness for them.

I didnt realize how moisturizing an oatmeal face mask would be. That one will be my go-to in the dry, flaky skin stage we all know and love in the dead of winter.

If you love Lush or bath bombs in general, youll be excited to know that Claire shows you how to make your own bath bombs. She breaks down the recipes in a clear and concise manner, so I never felt like I would be getting way in over my head if I were to try one.

I know, I know. The GMOs, pesticides and random 27-syllable chemicals are everywhere these days and theres nothing we can do to avoid this.

Au contraire! The author, Claire Goodall, admits that she used to feel the same way, eating neon-orange Cheetos and not thinking twice about using the same deodorant shes been using since her teenage years.

That is, until in 2009, a medication she was taking stopped working. She was tired of that sluggish feeling, like youre just treating the symptoms and not the cause. She started thinking about just how widespread the use of additives and preservatives has become in todays world, which is what inspired her to write this book.

She started gathering recipes with the ingredients youll find in Everyday Roots. After she realized that she had such an enthusiastic response from people when she mentioned natural remedies, with many contributing their own DIY solutions, she decided to put a book together. And thank goodness she did!

Youll love how Claire makes the recipes easy to understand, but she also gives context for why she uses or tries not to use certain ingredients.

For example, she says she tries not to use alcohol if she can help it, and sometimes desperate toothaches call for desperate relief. She explains that while its easy to think of alcohol as numbing, the reason its beneficial when dealing with tooth pain is because it slows down the nervous systems response to pain.

I like that she provided these types of explanations because it can help me form an In case ofUse list in my head.

Stop being a slave to hard-to-pronounce chemicals with harmful side effects!

If nothing else, just imagine how good youll feel, knowing that you have a clear head because youre not ingesting tons of weird medications with who-knows-what kind of side effects. And youll be saving so much money from not having to buy this stuff at the store any more.

You might be like me, thinking Oh, Im a klutz (or lazy, or have upside down eyes or insert-your-excuse-here), I cant make this stuff. Trust me, I know the feeling. My husband has the patience of a saint, because any time I have to use flour when baking, the kitchen gets dusted in a flour shower.

And you know what? Even with my klutziness, I was able to try several of these recipes and they were super easy (and no, just in case youre wondering, no flour was harmed during any of these incidents). So yes, you can do this. And you will see so many benefits from taking control and making your own recipes.

Who knows, you might even be inspired to come up with a few DIY remedies yourself.

In addition to Everyday Roots, youll get Everyday Herbs (a guide to healing with over 24 different herbs) and the Coconut Oil Book. I love coconut oil. Whats that joke? Just pour coconut oil on your entire life.

Well, thankfully Claire shows us the way to do just that, with 107 different benefits we can get out of coconut oil. So yes, youll want to keep a vat of it around to pour on your life when things start going south.

While I havent started growing any herbs yet, that is my next plan and I will be doing so using the tips from Everyday Herbs. Aah, my mouth is watering at the thought of growing my own peppermint.

Start walking on the natural path today with Everyday Roots and change your life!

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