#mine is the one whos on the floor aka the more stylish one

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me and my oomfie @yoshuwu preparing them pillows

Dino chicken nuggets pillows are for sale here <-

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🍄Ayumu Shinonome🍄 - 2020 Special Story

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 🎈🎉🎂🎉🎈

Ayumu Shinonome

17th of July

まあ、そうだろう。こんなのオレらしくもない。

でも、このサプライズを考えたのは一間違いなくオレだ。

(一年に一度のことだし)

Well, it’s understandable.

This kind of thing is so uncharacteristically of me.

But, I am definitely the one who thought about this surprise

After all, this event only happens once a year

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Today is Ayumu’s birthday~

To celebrate it, I want to share with you guys the summary of Special Story from last year. (A translation will be provided too!!! 😉) This is a free story in 100恋+, everyone who voted Ayumu in year 2019 General Election will get access to read the story!

So without further do, here we go~

(This story will be told from Ayumu’s POV)

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District S— (A popular downtown area in Tokyo)

2 P.M.

Student 1 “look, that person…”

Student 2 “Right, as expected!”

Student 1 “It’s a host, right.”

Student 2 “Definitely a host!”

The story started with Ayumu dressed in a formal suit, but there was a misunderstanding by a group of students. They thought Ayumu is a host (T/N: LOL!!! 😂)

After that, MC arrived and couldn’t help but admired Ayumu in his suit. And that just added the misunderstanding, the students thought a customer had arrived (aka. MC). Soon after that, Ayumu fled the scene and left her MC who hadn’t get to change her shoes yet. MC tried to catch him while plead to hold hands together.

We got flashback to two weeks ago in Ayumu’s Apartement. It’s all started because MC want to celebrate her birthday by having a date in formal suit. At first Ayumu thought it didn’t make any sense but later at Office Canteen (we got another flashback) Toru brought the topic that nowdays in SNS a ‘Man in Suit’ has an increasing popularity. Toru even offered to teach Ayumu how to do it, which was immediately turned down.

Toru Kurosawa “I don’t know who the other person is—“

Toru Kurosawa “But to prevent a rut, it’s important to do something different occasionally.”

Ayumu Shinonome “….”

Toru Kurosawa “I really don’t know who the other person is—“

Toru Kurosawa “As for woman who likes this kind of thing, I am sure she will be happy—“

That made Ayumu think that his MC certainly would like it so he decided to do that but he quickly regretted it. (T/N: 🤣)

For the next destination, they were going to a restaurant located on the 38th floor. MC was so ecstatic by the view and she is more excited by the afternoon tea set because the tea stand was five tiers high. But Ayumu didn’t seem to amused by it.

Flashback, Office Canteen. It was continuation of flashback with Toru. Now, they were talking about luxury afternoon tea at restaurant placed on the top floor. The tea stand was five tiers where usually it’s only two or three tier. Ayumu wasn't really convince when suddenly Soma chipped in which he though that there’s high possibility woman would love it. Especially if the woman loves food she would be curiou and would be happy just by having a five-tiers tea stand .

Present day, Restaurant. So we back at the present where MC had doubt if she could finish all the foods. Ayumu said that he was not worry about it at all, he said that if it’s her she would definitely finish everything. Later, Ayumu ordered afternoon tea set for two people and with original tea blend.

Ayumu Shinonome “Noisy”

MC “Eh.. I’m not…”

Ayumu Shinonome “Your stare”

Ayumu Shinonome “You’re staring intensely since a while ago”

MC who got caught staring at Ayumu then tried to explain herself, that because Ayumu is so handsome so her eyes were drawn to him. (T/N: I love how easy it’s for her to say it out loud. LOL) Ayumu wasn’t buying the excuse so MC explained it further that today was more special because Ayumu wore the suit for her. It made him 30% cooler, she was so happy and want to look at it again and again.

Flashback, Office Canteen. We got another continuation flashback, but now It was Toru gave out an advices about the importance of giving compliment on your partner’s clothing. Because if Ayumu wear a suit so his partner would be expected to wear a formal dress too. Since woman took longer time to put on makeup and do their hair so it’ll be good to praise them for the effort.

Ayumu Shinonome “If it’s about styling the hair, mine took longer (time)…” (T/N: Laugh 🤣)

Present Day, Restaurant. Ayumu took Toru's advice seriously so tried his best to compliment her.

Firstly he would compliment MC nonchalantly and casually but before he could said anything she had abruptly stand up and saying that she would excuse herself to change her shoes. She thought that Ayumu would make a comment at her shoes so she would changed her shoes right away. Unknowingly to her, she just missed Ayumu's attempt to praise her.

Ayumu was so perplexed, he thought he just missed his one in million chance to praised her. He tried to convince himself that it’s just Toru’s opinion and beside that her girl wasn’t really asked for a praise.

Present Day, Intersection. Although Ayumu said that he wouldn’t tried to praise her anymore but he kept thinking on how to compliment her. He was glad that MC loved the food and all but he still couldn’t figure out how to praise her. He thought that the dress was not bad, the heels went well with the dress and it’d been a while since he seen her in makeup. While Ayumu got worked up to praise MC, MC probably still had her head full of the afternoon tea. (T/N: Hahaha, MC please have mercy to this poor boy)

After that, they were talking about their next destination was and Ayumu pulled two tickets from her pocket. Those were tickets for Opera play.

Flashback, Office Canteen. It’s another continuation flashback where Toru made a list about places to go to in a formal suit. He suggested a luxury brand store, because when you go to luxury store in a suit you’d be treated politely and your woman companions would also feel like a celebrity. The other places are either a hotel restaurant or a bar with a nice night view where you could get close to each other with your partner. (T/N: Toru’s imagination is so wild!)

Actually, the one who came out with Opera play was Tsugaru. He recommended it thinking that it’d be a perfect date going to an Opera wearing formal wear.

Takaomi Tsugaru “However…”

Takaomi Tsugaru “Ayumu-san‘s partner may not understand what opera is though.”

Present Day, Intersection. So we go back to the present. Ayumu asked MC whether she knew what an Opera is. MC admitted that she didn’t really know much about it and probably never see one before. So that would be her first time to go to an Opera play. She was so excited to go to Opera for the first time and on top of that she was going with Ayumu.

Suddenly there was woman screaming that her bag got snatche. Before Ayumu could confirm what was happening, MC had already made a move. MC tried to block the thief but he escaped into back alley.

Present Day, Back Alley. While MC ran after the thief into the back alley, Ayumu choose another route. He predicted that the thief would go to his way, so Ayumu hoped that he and MC could trap him. As predicted the thief showed up and get trapped between Ayumu and MC. Little did the thief know, he turned around and ran toward MC. It happened so quickl that while the thief charged toward MC, she quickly catched his right hand and twisted it then she put her weight on him. (T/N: Love it when MC is in action)

Present Day, Intersection. After turning the thief over then hey went through interrogation. After finished it, they barely had enough time to go to Opera play.

Then there were whispers talked about MC’s clothes. The dress was tattered and there were holes in her stocking which probably she got that when she straddled the thief. She blabbered about changing his clothes or maybe buying a new one but the time was too tight. MC was so flustered. (T/N: Nooo, I am sad for her 😢)

Ayumu Shinonome “It’s alright, just leave it”

Strangely enough, the word just spilled out from me

Ayumu Shinonome “It’s not bad”

MC “Eh…”

Ayumu Shinonome “Today, you’re not too bad.”

She was so stylish before but now she is tattered.

But both of them are ’MC’

“It’s really not bad”

I tucked in her disheveled hair to make it tidy.

My girl looks up bewilderedly.

MC “Hm… Ayumu-san…?”

Ayumu Shinonome “Let’s go”

Present Day, Park. Later we know that they were going to a park. Actually they would go to the park after done with Opera play but the schedule was moved ahead of time because of the incident. MC was worried about her clothes but Ayumu assured her that it was okay because the park was already reserved. (T/N: Yup, Ayumu reserved the entire park for this occasion) That left MC in a daze.

Ayumu Shinonome “Hand”

MC “What…?”

Ayumu Shinonome “Left hand. Give it to me”

MC “Y—Yes..”

Ayumu then escorted her to the center of the park and they stop in the middle of gazebo (?) stairs.

Actually, this is the hardest thing to do for today

Well, it’s a birthday

It’s a special event so..

Ayumu Shinonome “3..2..1..”

As Ayumu snapped her finger, a lot of balloons started floating up. While MC was focus on the balloons, Ayumu picked up the hidden bouquet.

Ayumu Shinonome “Happy Birthday”

My girl opens her mouth in surprise

Well, it’s understandable. This kind of thing is so uncharacteristically of me.

But, I am definitely the one who thought about this surprise

After all, it only happens once a year

This is something that my girl would love

After that Ayumu asked MC about what her thought on the surprise. When MC didn’t answer him, Ayumu got panicking and thought that he had failed. (T/N: Uuugh my heart!🥺) It wasn’t the case tho, MC was so happy that she cried while hugging Ayumu. MC even started babbling about how much she love it and she wanted to stay together with him for a long time which Ayumu claimed that he didn’t understand what MC was saying. (Well, she was talking while crying hahaha 😂)

But later, we got to see that Ayumu actually understood what she was talking about.

That’s a lie.

Actually I perfectly understand it.

So please stay with me

Stay with me for the rest of your life.

Please don’t leave me.

I do things I don’t usually do and that’s because you've changed me.

Later Ayumu asked MC what she wanted to do. MC wants a kiss from Ayumu! That took Ayumu in surprise ’cause out of all things she could ask for, she asked for a kiss. He was reluctant at first because MC had just finished crying but then he surrendered to her and gave her a kiss.

Although it was salty from tears, Ayumu kinda liked the kiss. He thought that there must be something wrong with him. (T/N: no Ayumu. There isn’t anything wrong with you. You’re just whipped!🥺)

After kissing, MC declared that on she would do a surprise event on Ayumu's birthday which soon was declined by Ayumu.

Ayumu said that he don't need anything for his birthday. Then, MC started listing all the things she would do such as make Dinosaurs out of balloons, make 3D Dinosaurs Pancake or she might rent a museum. Ayumu then stopped her rambling with a kiss. (T/N: uugh MC and Ayumu are so adorable. I love them 😍 )

ほんといらないから。サプライズとか。

(キミがいてくれれば)

キミが、キミのままそばにいてくれてー

こうしてキスできれば、それだけで十分なのだ。

I don’t really need something like a surprise

If you’re there

You’re there, like you’re here now by my side—

If I can kiss you like this

That is enough.

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So that’s all folks

The special story concludes the series of Peach Fanclub (2020). I miss him 😢

This special story just make the CGs 100% better!

I was crying with Mc when Ayumu give her congratulation on her birthday. My heart was fluttering when Ayumu tucked in MC’s hair then when he asked for her hand! I almost thought that he would be asking MC for ‘the hand’ (in marriage, LOL). There’s so many little gesture that I like in this story.

I really like his flow of thought and how adorable he is when he was awkwardly trying to please MC. I love it whenever he lower his tsun facade and show us his true sincere heart. I hope he could be more open to his MC. But it’s okay, one step at a time.

Props to our MPV, Toru Kurosawa! He gave all guidance for our tsundere mushroom throughout the story. Honorable mention to Soma and Tsugaru too!

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Ayumu-san Happy Birthday! 🎉🎂🎉

I wish for many more story of you and your mc in the future too!

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Lastly, I hope you all enjoy it!

Have a great day everyone ~ 😉 💕

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Put On Your Raincoats #15 | Rainbows in the Dark

To the extent that a porn director crossed over to the mainstream, Gregory Dark would be it. Certainly, there have been directors who did one or two porn features early in their careers, like Abel Ferrara, William Lustig and Wes Craven, but they're known almost entirely for their mainstream work. There are also porn directors who did maybe one mainstream movie, like Gerard Damiano, but their careers were relegated to porn for the most part. Dark is the rare director who was prolific on both sides, so to speak, starting with massive hardcore hits like New Wave Hookers, moving on to directing softcore, thrillers and softcore thrillers with some regularity and eventually becoming a popular music video director. My initial plan was to explore the full gamut of Dark's career. I wanted to get a sense of each phase of his work and to see what elements of his style translated across them. Essentially I wanted to understand Dark as an auteur. But then something miraculous happened. I got lazy. (Also I had a muted reaction to some of his movies and became more interested in another director in the meantime.) So I decided to limit my exploration to a few of his early movies and call it a day.

The first one I watched was New Wave Hookers, his best known hardcore title and considered a classic in the genre. What I expected going in and what worked for me can be deduced from the title. Dark's visual style very much brings to mind the "new wave" in the title: big hair, fog machines and neon lighting, all of which are first seen in the opening credits, in which the female talent almost ritualistically present themselves to the camera. There's some stylistic precedent in the work of Rinse Dream AKA Stephen Sayadian (the artist I got more interested in as I delved into Dark's work), but Sayadian's aesthetic feels culled from the art underground. (Dark reuses a few of Sayadian's actors in some of his films.) Dark's style feels more commercial, almost packaged for MTV. (Dark intended his film as a reaction to hardcore porn features of his era, although I'd argue that his choice of camera angles still feels in line with other films of the era.) This is a movie that looks good and, thanks to some choice music courtesy of the Plugz (whose song "Electrify Me" accompanies the opening credits) and the Sockets (who provide the theme song), sounds good too.

What I gelled to much less was the sense of humour. The movie opens with two buddies played by Jamie Gillis (wearing a tie over a t-shirt) and Dark regular Jack Baker shooting the shit and watching another Dark production. ("That fuckin' guy looks exactly like you. Is that you?") Baker starts expounding on his thoughts about pimping and "programming" women to fuck with music. Baker also notes, "a pimp calls a chick a bitch". They doze off, and when they wake up they find themselves inexplicably in an office. Baker is wearing a yellow tracksuit, Gillis is sporting an East Asian accent, and there's a guy on the floor substituting for their phone. (Gillis asks: "Why do we not have a regular telephone?" Baker explains: "He got the power, the second sight.") As the movie proceeds to make good on its premise, wherein women have sex after listening to new wave music, we're treated to a steady stream of racial taunting. Baker grouses about black music being ineffective for their purposes, dropping the N-bomb. Gillis continues with his accent. The two get into racially charged arguments. A middle eastern client is served in a tent and barks like a dog after he's finished. At one point, Gillis wants sushi and is served by Kristara Barrington while East Asian style music plays on the soundtrack. I recognize that a lot of humour from the era is extremely politically incorrect and has aged poorly, but there's something about Dark's use of racist and misogynist humour that feels especially confrontational. I admit I was a bit bothered by all of this.

Still, there are moments of humour that did work for me. One of the headsets that the characters use has dildos protruding from both earpieces (pointing outwards, of course), and the production design, while not always stylish, is at least endearing in its blatant cheapness. To their credit, Baker and Gillis have undeniable chemistry and do sell the material as well as they can. (I laughed when Gillis, when confronted by the vice squad, drops his accent and exclaims "I used to work in your fuckin' office, and now I'm rich, I'm satisfied, and I'm Chinese, you assholes." Am I a bad person? Probably.) And in terms of how it meets genre expectations, I do think Ginger Lynn and Kristara Barrington have a real magnetism in their scenes.

Given the racial content in New Wave Hookers, it probably won't surprise anybody that Dark was a pioneer in interracial pornography. I am not a sensitive enough writer to begin unpacking all the implications of the concept, but I did watch one of his movies in the subgenre, Black Throat. This was a shot-on-video effort and looks considerably cheaper and uglier than New Wave Hookers, but shares some other qualities. It opens and closes with a punk song that references that film as well as Let Me Tell Ya Bout White Chicks, Dark's first interracial feature, and to be honest, the song is pretty fucking catchy. The movie follows Roscoe, a man who wears yellow sunglasses and both a polo and a Hawaiian shirt and his friend Mr. Bob, a talking rubber rat. He's searching through the garbage while arguring with Mr. Bob over what to eat when he finds a business card. "Madame Mambo's House of Divine Inspiration Thru Fellatio!" (All of the characters pronounce fellatio differently. Mr. Bob says "fell-uh-tee-oh" and calls Roscoe a "fuckin' honky", to which he responds "Fuck you, Mr. Bob!")

Roscoe insists he has to find her. "If I don't find her, I'm gonna die!" (When asked why, he responds, "I dunno, it sounded kinda dramatic, I guess.") Mr. Bob enlists the help of a "young urban professional pimp" named Jamal, played by Jack Baker. (He prefers the term "flesh broker" and describes upgrading his diet, clothes and investments.) Roscoe, Mr. Bob and Jamal go from scene to scene, watching other characters having sex in different racial combinations, asking them where they can find Madame Mambo. (Sometimes they ask the characters directly, other times they talk to their private parts.) The best of these scenes, in my humble opinion, is a light domination flavoured sex scene featuring Christy Canyon. Perhaps because of the dynamic, there's an element of actual acting involved here, and because Canyon is, uh, pleasingly proportioned and has a certain magnetism, I found this scene more engaging than the others, at least until it turns into a regular sex scene.

Eventually they go back to Roscoe's place and find a voodoo ritual taking place where a black woman with multicoloured hair (think the George H.W. Bush rainbow wig from the Simpsons, but straight, not curly) is jumping on their bed while a bunch of white dudes in hats, capes and sunglasses jack off around her. This of course is Madame Mambo and at this point the movie makes good on the title while drumbeats and funk play on the soundtrack. Given the premise, this movie proved (thankfully) lighter on racial humour than I expected going in. There is an element of racial critique in Baker's character, and Madame Mambo is certainly exoticized, but the racial content otherwise is limited to the interracial couplings and doesn't overload the dialogue. However, this is a fairly ugly looking movie, shot on video, featuring unimpressive camerawork and lighting as well as extremely cheap looking production design (although the movie does mine this for laughs). I also found the sex scenes overlong and the music a bit repetitive. I imagine if you were jerking off to this back in the '80s it was easier to get through, but trying to watch it now as an actual movie, despite some decent humour throughout, proved a bit of a challenge.

The next one I watched was White Bunbusters, which despite the first half of the title is not particularly racially charged. The theme song here, crooned in the style of early '60s rock'n'roll, explains that the movie is about anal sex, as the second half of the title suggests. We begin with Tom Byron thrusting into his wife Shanna McCullough (while wearing his glasses) only to be disappointed by her refusal to take it in the butt. The next day at the office (decorated by construction paper all over the walls, drawers sketched in magic marker and a crude sign with their business' name "Acme Proctology"), he hears an ad for the "A-Busters", an enterprising duo who will convince your wife or partner to let you put it in their butt. We cut to the A-Busters office and see them in yellow shorts, lime green suspenders and orange baseball caps, fiddling with their hi-tech instruments (which include an "anal listening device"). Soon we see them go to work on Jack Baker's girlfriend, taking a cash payment after the fact.

Meanwhile, Byron's friend Greg Rome hears about his woes and offers to let him fuck his wife Keli Richards (Rome is named Bob and Richards is named Bobette). Of course Byron takes advantage of Rome's generous offer, but later gets annoyed when Rome insists it was a "one time deal". They're interrupted by Jennifer Noxt, who asks about a secretarial position for the law office next door. Rather than correcting her, which would be the right thing to do, they have sex with her, which is absolutely not the right thing to do. ("So do I get the job?" "We'll call you later, baby.") We go back to the A-Busters, who go to work on a pornstar warming up for her first anal scene (the movie is called Hershey Highway to Hell). Eventually, Byron decides to make use of their services, and in the climax, when he's having a nice dinner with his wife (complete with plastic cups and paper plates), they crash the party and get to work. After it's all over, Byron thanks the A-Busters and shakes one of their hands, only to promptly wipe it off on his suit.

This is as lo-fi as Black Throat, and features a lot of raunchy humour, but thankfully no real racial content outside of the title. Perhaps because the focus is on a specific set of acts (threesomes, anal sex, double penetration), the execution seems more consistently energetic. The ratio of the threesomes is a little off from what I prefer, but I was not unmoved by the scenes involving Keli Richards, Jennifer Noxt and Shanna McCullough. I realize there are more dignified ways to spend one's time than watching in its entirety and singing the praises of a movie called White Bunbusters, but sometimes the lizard brain takes over. I feel compelled to report the facts, and the facts are that this is good at what it does. As an actual movie, there isn't a whole lot to this, but were I to rate this on the Peter-Meter as the filmmakers intended, it would fare respectably.

Where Gregory Dark's style and the sum of his provocations really worked for me was in The Devil in Miss Jones 3: A New Beginning and The Devil in Miss Jones 4: The Final Outrage, a two-part odyssey through hell. (Attentive viewers may note that the original Devil in Miss Jones takes place before the heroine is sentenced to hell, but this is not a direct sequel. There is also a second part by Henri Pachard and later sequels directed by Dark that I did not see. The narrative in the third and fourth entries feels pretty self contained.) The movie begins with close-ups of our heroine, played by Lois Ayres, taking a shower while "A Christian Girl's Problems" by the Gleaming Spires plays over the soundtrack, her interiority hinted at with an astute song choice. (It's worth noting that this was not an original song made for the movie.) The structure intersperses her story with a series of interviews with those who knew her: an ex-boyfriend who "had a disagreement about the relationship" (he slept around); a woman speculates that Ayres was "a closet lesbian" and that "she probably went to live in one of those lesbian islands in the Caribbean"; a girl who knew her as a prude back in high school, a priest with a thick accent who offers a eulogy; her brother, who speaks in new age euphemisms and resents that she was the favourite growing up; and a blind ex-boyfriend who claims she was the loveliest person he knew "after Helen Keller". (This last character describes his sex life as very "normal": no peeing or dogs, wouldn't fuck pizzas, etc.) All these people knew her, but they didn't really know her.

The actual story follows her after she breaks up with her boyfriend (over the phone, as he shaves another woman's pubic hair while feigning innocence). She heads for a bar, brushing off a stereotypical black pimp played by Jack Baker who mistakes her for a prostitute, and promptly orders a "taco" (a draught beer, a Bloody Mary, and a draught beer in three separate glasses). Beside her is a man asleep on bar in tuxedo, who turns out to have been stood up at his own wedding. They hook up, leading to a sex scene scored by a blaring saxophone that I assume was practice for Dark's softcore work. The scene ends when the heroine knocks her head against the headboard and wakes up in a pitch black space near a grave. In comes Jack Baker, riding atop a woman, to tell her what the situation is. "You are dead, you got no clothes, and this is hell!"

The rest of the movie follows them going through different rooms, the heroine being unable to comprehend her fate, as they watch the different punishments endured by the denizens of hell. There's the room full of "peepers", virgins doomed to only watch sex for all eternity. (One of them explains: "I showed my tits to a guy to get a Gucci purse. He went off an overpass.") There are characters doomed to fuck until their genitals wear out or are ravaged by venereal disease. Baker gives Ayres a raincoat "to keep the come off", but the moment she forgets about it she finds herself getting gangbanged and promptly has to be rescued by Baker (okay, not that promptly, we get to enjoy this for a few minutes). Along the way we're led to believe from the interviews that the heroine might have a fetish for black men, and the conversation between Ayres and Baker grows increasingly heated and racially charged. This idea culminates in a trip to the "racist room", where a white man with a swastika armband is having a threesome with two women of colour while a white woman is sucking off two black men in tribal makeup. Ayres and Baker have a final confrontation on the subject.

"What about all the black racists?"

"Look bitch, when a black man hits a white man, we don't call it racist!"

"What do you call it then?"

"Smart!"

"That's ridiculous, there are plenty of black racists!"

"No dig, you stupid ass white bitch!"

"Look, you're even one of them, calling me a stupid bitch and a white bitch!"

"We'll you're stupid, you're white and a bitch, so what is your motherfucking problem?"

"You're crazy, negro, and you're one of the sickest people in here!"

"That's right, I'm a crazy negro! I'm so crazy I'll eat my own arm!"

This is a deeply uncomfortable scene, and what follows is even more disturbing, as we learn the true nature of the heroine's relationship with her father, a reveal that Dark plays for maximum shock value in depicting "The Ordeal of the Taboo Breakers".

In some ways this isn't all that different from New Wave Hookers, but Dark's direction seems more purposeful here. The stylized depiction of hell, with its black backgrounds and harsh neon lighting, imbue a real sense of menace into the proceedings. With the exception of two scenes, the sex isn't all that outrageous, but Dark's mise-en-scene has a way of rendering it almost as horror. It's not exactly scary and probably still "does the trick" if you're watching this for those reasons, but there's an undeniable charge here. Likewise, the dark humour and the racial content seem to work in tandem here, and Ayres and Baker really sell their adversarial chemistry. (It's worth noting that even by the standards of the video vixens that appear in Dark's movies, Ayres has an amazing hairdo.) Dark may not have entirely thought out his thesis along these lines, but the movie is provocative in its handling of this content, and unlike New Wave Hookers, not in a way that hurts it. At a combined 2+ hours, this probably runs a bit too long, but it does shape the usual procession of sex scenes into a structure that carries an uneasy momentum that matches the heroine's trepidation. We might not like what we're seeing, but we also can't help but keep looking.

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you and i-- we're defying gravity ch.1 (scyvie) - amelieee

a/n:

hey, uh, new author here, hello! i’m amelieee (or amelie if you don’t like the extra two e’s) aka @and-oddly-enough!

yes, i know there’s already a wicked fic written for scyvie but i have talked with emowithoddsocks aka g about it and they allowed me to write my own fic for it! technically, we both made up the wicked au together with some other people but they were the first ones who wrote a fic for it! (please read that too, by the way, it’s really good!)

but anyways– don’t expect consistent updates, but i will try my best to finish this. i hope you enjoy this nonetheless! it’s also important to know the fundamentals of wicked or oz first before reading this or else it kinda doesn’t make sense. if you still don’t understand, i’ve included footnotes at the end to clarify some stuff!

also, this is not betaed because we die like elphaba being doused with water– so all mistakes are mine.

summary: Yvie was fortunate enough to be enrolled in Shiz, even if it was mainly to watch over her sister. Problem is, she was roomed with probably the most obnoxious student in Shiz, Scarlet Envy.

The walk from the train station to Shiz was such a pain for Yvie. The problem wasn’t about the length between both destinations but it was mostly because her father was a such a pain in the ass. While Yvie sulked and was alienated out of the conversation, her father endlessly supplied her sister, Brooke, with a million compliments. This was mostly a pain just because the compliments, after being used a lot, suddenly becomes jokingly redundant that Yvie could cringe while her father continued to praise Brooke.

But even if her father could cause Yvie to willingly rip her ears off, her sister, on the other hand, was the most angelic asshole she’s ever met in her life. Brooke, despite not looking similar to Yvie, was gorgeous with luscious blonde locks and glowing, flawless skin. Even if she spent most of her life on a wheelchair, Brooke didn’t seem affected by her disability. She appeared confident and was always courteous to everyone.

Yvie, on the other hand, felt that she was… a mess. She was the only person she knew who owned white hair that’d never stay put. The hair would also be put into two massive buns with stray hairs flowing below them. It looked like… a mop. Not only did she have massive, off-putting hair, she also had a strange face. No, it wasn’t deformed by any means but her eyes had no pupils at all. Oddly, they were plainly white and devoid of all color. If that weren’t unfortunate enough, she had permanent marks under her eyes that almost resembles dark thunder. The marks look like a three-year-old got a quill and jaggedly drew on some zigzags on her eyebags. And if you weren’t looking at the eyes, her sharp teeth would definitely scare away anyone if she sneered. A lot of people had mistaken her for a Lion at times.

Even if Yvie looked like trash compared to her gorgeous sister, Brooke treated her very kindly. Brooke was the world to her and she barely had any other friend out there. Her parents, especially her father, tried to hide her from everyone in Munchkinland most likely because she was a shame to their family. She was barely as stunning as how her mother looked and she wouldn’t be a great and punctual leader like her father was. She wasn’t even supposed to enroll in Shiz if it weren’t for her sister needing a bodyguard. There were no positives to her, really, except maybe she can do a split effortlessly. Other than that, she was nothing.

“Looks like this is where I drop you off,” Her father says, viewing the school’s vast entrance impressively. Shiz University was just like she expected— tall, a bit oldschool, and was dominated by millions of rich Gillikins that Yvie would rather much avoid.

“I’m not a preschooler, dad. You didn’t have to bring yourself along with us,” Brooke says and their father gave a chuckle.

“I didn’t want to let you get hurt on the way to school—“

“Please don’t insult Yvie again—“

“I won’t,” Her father says sternly but Yvie merely crosses her arms and chews on her lip. She’s used to her father treating her like this anyways. “I just wanted to be extra careful. And additionally,” Her father pulls out a fancily wrapped box from the bag he was carrying to show to Brooke. Yvie recognizes it— it’s a shoebox that probably contains something gaudy just for Brooke to enjoy. With an ecstatic smile, he reveals the contents of the box: ballet slippers that were coated with a few jewels. Yvie wasn’t into ballet at all since it was too graceful for her but she had to admit, those shoes look great.

And judging by Brooke’s face, she definitely enjoyed them. So whatever made her happy made Yvie happy, I guess.

“These— these are wonderful, oh sweet Oz, thank you, dad!” Brooke says as she holds and observes the slippers with glee, “I’m a bit… sad I won’t be able to use this, though,”

“You can just wear it and that’d be enough for me,” their father said as he repacked the slippers back in its box, “Save it for special occasions, okay sweetie?” he says as he shoves the box back inside the bag and forcefully thrusts it at Yvie’s direction. Yvie almost stumbles and grips on the bag with irritation.

“But I’ll be going now since we have a meeting in a few,” their father says as she plants a small peck on Brooke’s head, “Good luck at Shiz, dearie, and write to me when you can.”

“I will,”

“And Yvangeline—“ he points at her rudely, “And as she will be the future governor of Munchkinland, take care of Brooke.” he says sternly but Brooke nudges his hip, implying he should sound more polite, “O-okay! Write to me as well then,” he adds and Brooke looks satisfied. Yvie only clicks her tongue as she looks away. At least one positive thing about her soulless eyes is that people won’t realize when she isn’t paying attention to them.

“I will,” she says eventually and content with that answer, their father walks away. Immediately, Brooke’s lets out a relieved breath as she wheels towards Yvie with concern.

“Dad’s such a cunt, I’m sorry about it,” Brooke says, her kind façade slipping away. Yvie could never take that façade seriously. All the patronizing and polite compliments just want to make Yvie gag.

“Yea, I’ve known for a long time,” Yvie says then proceeds to hang the bag with Brooke’s slippers on Brooke’s wheelchair, “Nothing too bad, though, but the slippers looked cool, I guess.” Yvie says and Brooke just shrugs.

“Agreed but I kinda have no use for them. Dad keeps buying me fashionable shoes when he knows I don’t like showcasing my feet to the world. He’s weird.” Brooke says and begin wheeling her wheelchair going to the entrance. Yvie follows right beside her, struggling to keep up with the heaviness of her and Brooke’s suitcase.

Shiz was just as heavily decorated as she expected. Inside, there were already millions of posters scattered and hastily pasted on the walls. There were a million “Welcome Back!” banners that actually look pretty decent but were partially useless since mostly everyone loathed going back to school.

On the negative side, everyone that passed by them always would stop talking when they spot Yvie and would stare judgmentally towards her direction. Some would even gasp or screech as if she were carrying the plague. Beside her, Brooke looked at her sympathetically and worriedly, even reaching out to squeeze Yvie’s hand to show her empathy.

“Don’t mind them,” Brooke says but obviously, being the rowdy person Yvie is, she didn’t simply ignore them. As they walk further down the hall, Yvie would sneer and grunt at them whenever she hears a rude remark. A few people retorted back a half-assed insult but most of them merely kept their distance which satisfied Yvie. For Brooke, on the other hand, she looked absolutely embarrassed but tried her best to look fine.

Brooke was Yvie’s best friend and only friend but Yvie longs for the day Brooke wouldn’t be ashamed of Yvie. Although they enjoyed conversing with one another and spending time with another, Yvie could tell that Brooke would look a bit uncomfortable hanging out with her sister out in public.

At the end of the hallway, there was a gigantic room that could possibly hold lots of assembles or events. It was actually plainer than the rest of the university with its simple wooden floors and its white walls. The best feature of the room was definitely the enormous windows that showed the rest of the university past this building. Shiz was undeniably gorgeous despite it being a bit standoffish appearance.

Inside the room were many of the other newly enrolled students carrying their heavy suitcases while they talked to their close friends. Most of them, like previously mentioned, were rich Gillikins who Yvie mostly assumed were here because of their parents’ money rather than intelligence. If Shiz really cared to enroll the smartest of people, there would be much more Animals and Quadlings. But of course, they don’t care.

Suddenly, noise erupted behind Yvie. As she and Brooke were near the entrance, she heard shouts of “Get out of the way!” and cheers of this person named “Scarlet”. Immediately, she and Brooke stayed away from the entrance to avoid the commotion. Yvie didn’t look all too happy to move away just because of some popular person but Brooke tried to calm her down about it.

Eventually, a huge trolley with a ton of stylish suitcases rolled into the room. There were many students surrounding the trolley, all looking up at the one person who was dramatically sitting on top of all the suitcases. The woman on top was laying elegantly on the suitcases as if she were some celebrity and she was fanning herself with her own red, rose-print fan.

Most of the students seemed to recognize this woman, all shouting her name like cheerleaders. She even seemed like she had her own “bodyguards” which are mostly just her group of friends who want to fend off strangers. With a graceful tone, Scarlet speaks, “Settle down, settle down, let me get off this thing,” she says as she asks the help of a purple-haired girl to let her get down the pile of suitcases. Whoever she is, she obliged and helped her and Scarlet landed on the ground gracefully with her heels clicking upon contact.

“Thank you, Ra’jah,” Scarlet says and her friend simply shrugged, not making so much of a big deal of what was happening. Everyone began surrounding Scarlet again and began bombarding her with numerous question. Yvie thinks all of the attention she was getting was redundant with people tryharding too much. Even Scarlet’s other friends like Ra’jah and some two others Yvie doesn’t recognize look so uncomfortably bothered.

After Scarlet handles all the questions and conversations with admirable skill, she eventually pushes her and herself out of the crowd. When she stepped out, she and Yvie immediately lock eyes and before Yvie could look away, Scarlet exclaims, “What on Oz are you?!”.

It was a mistake for Yvie to think this redhead was respectable after that comment. Yvie squints and purses her lips angrily as most eyes turn to look at her. Everyone who turned all gasped when she saw how freaky she was and the room was silenced as they all anticipate for Yvie to respond. Beside her, Yvie can feel Brooke look mortified as stayed silent and even if she didn’t feel it, she can definitely imagine Brooke’s hand shaking in fear of being called out too.

“What? Do I have something in my teeth?” Yvie says with unwavering confidence. She’s been treated like this most of her life so she was used to the stares and insults. As Yvie spoke, it revealed her sharp, glistening teeth that caused people to gasp again and step further away from her. Unimpressed, Yvie grunts, and speaks again, “Okay, let’s get this over with— no, I am not an Animal, and no, I was never bitten by one. I am also not a grandmother, and yes, my hair’s always been like this.” she kept a stern face as she added, “And no, I am not blind. I can see clearly so don’t try playing any pranks on me. And no, none of this is makeup, and no, this is not gangrene.” she points to the black streaks under her eyes and immediately, there were quiet murmurs scattered across the room. Some even shared disgusted faces which were slightly more amusing for Yvie to see.

“You always do this— why do you always do this?” Brooke asks, evidently distressed as she tries blocking out the murmurs. While Yvie clearly is okay being called a freak, she often forgets Brooke has earn own set of insecurities. Yvie sympathetically reaches Brooke’s hand and murmurs a small apology to her.

Fortunately, the headmistress of Shiz has entered the room. She had a somewhat a strict and cunning aura about her especially with the dark clothing and the big hairdo. With two claps, she was able to silence the room immediately which relieved both sisters. With an classy strut and a clipboard in had, she makes her way to the center of the room unprovoked. She raises an eyebrow as she scanned through the list of what Yvie assumes must be the room assignments.

“Whew, okay, there’s a lot of you this year. Room assignments are never fun,” she says and some people chuckle at that. Yvie didn’t expect her to have a sense of humor but it was delightful that not all her professors are stern assholes. “Well anyways, welcome to Shiz, new students! I am Madame Visage, your headmistress, and in behalf of our faculty, I can safely that we have high hopes for all of you.” she says and she looks back down at the clipboard and squints as if she were reading gibberish.

“Now for the rechecking room assignments—” Madame Visage starts but is immediately cut off by both Yvie and Scarlet raising their hands in unison. She politely pauses herself to let the two address their questions. Scarlet glares at Yvie then begins to say her own concern first. “Oh thank Oz, only two issues this year—“

“Madame, I’ve already been assigned to my own private suite,” she says with a cocky grin that Yvie wants to slap off of her face. Everyone who admires Scarlet all sigh in disappointment at the same time.

Observing that she’s saddened her followers, she immediately adds, “Oh, but you can come over whenever you want!”. Yvie blinks once or twice as she stares at the redhead and her followers in disbelief. Three of Scarlet’s closer friends all look unimpressed but seemed to mask their own disappointment with compliments.

“Is that it, Miss…?”

“Envy! I’m Scarlet Envy and I’ve applied to your sorcery seminar— it’s the main reason why I’m here. If you recall, I have written an essay called—“

“Oh, you,” Madame Visage says but her voice wasn’t enthusiastic by the slightest. Scarlet’s face slightly crumbles by the off-putting tone, “Listen, I don’t teach my seminar every semester unless someone special were to come along,” she says and Scarlet’s eyes widen, obviously offended by what she said. Yvie, however, smirks at it.

“I— well am I not sp—“ before Scarlet could finish her question, Yvie abruptly interrupts her.

“Madame, we haven’t received our room assignments,” Yvie says and from the corner of her eye, she can see Scarlet look embarrassingly flustered. Madame Visage didn’t seem to mind though; she probably was going to reject every request Scarlet would give anyways.

“Oh, I recognize you!” Madame Visage says and Yvie almost felt flattered until she realized that she was referring to her sister. Yvie bites back an insult as Madame Visage comes closer to them. “You are Miss Brooke Lynn, correct? Future governess of Munchkinland? What a tragically beautiful face you have,” Madame Visage says as Brooke flashes a smile and thanks her kindly. Yvie merely rolls her eyes as their headmistress turns her attention to her. With an unfazed expression, she speaks, “And you must be…?”

“Yvie. The other daughter. I’m beautifully tragic, nice to meet you,” Yvie says sarcastically and Madame Visage snorts, clearly impressed by Yvie’s humor. It warms Yvie’s heart that their headmistress didn’t seem to care for how Yvie looks much different from the rest of the crowd.

“You’re funny, I like you,” Madame Visage says with a laugh and begins to check her files for their names. In the background, she can hear Scarlet mutter a “her face is too,” but she doesn’t bring it up just in case it will cause a big ruckus. “Are you both under the Hytes surname? I can’t seem to find Miss Yvie in this list.”

“Oh, my surname is Oddly.” Yvie says, “I took my mother’s surname since… uhm, I guess my father wanted to commemorate her.” Yvie lies, not wanting to mention how her father basically wanted to erase her name from the Hytes family. After a few page flips, Madame Visage still unsuccessfully finds nothing from her list.

“I don’t think we’ve arranged anything for you— but not to fret! That can be quickly fixed.” she says and Yvie’s heartbeat quickens as she realizes that she might have to move into another room with a person that’s not her sister. Brooke even seems perplexed that they weren’t assigned to the same room.

“I think father forgot I existed,” Yvie whispers to her sister and Brooke shrugs, “Actually, not forgot— I think he’s purposely trying to erase my existence.”

“I know— he’s a dick, Yves,” Brooke whispers back.

From afar, she notices how Scarlet seemed to still have an issue concerning her essay and getting into Madame Visage’s sorcery class. She didn’t even seem to listen to what was going down at the moment.

“Okay, so which one of you kind ladies would volunteer to room with Miss Yvie?” Madame Visage asks, and the room goes cold, everyone silent. Yvie crosses her arms and hopes that the headmistress would rearrange the room assignments just for Brooke to end up with her.

Then, surprisingly, Scarlet spoke up, raising her arm. Yvie’s blood runs cold, was she not paying attention to her question? Madame Visage took this opportunity and immediately assigned Yvie to Scarlet, “Ah, Miss Envy, you’re special after all!”

“Oh thanks— wait, what’s going on?”

“Miss Yvie, you may share with Miss Scarlet,” Madame Visage says and the room erupts into chaos as they all seemed to give Yvie a jealous death glare. Yvie and Brooke share confused and panicked looks, not knowing how to react or how to change the mind of the headmistress.

“But Madame, I’ve always looked after my sister—“ Yvie says, trying to sound as calm as possible despite the anxiety growing within her.

“The governer made his concern for your sister’s well being very clear. I think it’s best if I take her to my own private compartment where I can assist her whenever she needs—“

“But Madame—“ Scarlet even begins to protest with Yvie but she raises a hand to silence Scarlet. Scarlet and Yvie exchange scared glances before they try and protest again.

“No more buts, you two! I’m sure you two can manage. Now,” Madame Visage approaches Brooke and begins handling her wheelchair on her own as if Brooke was a child who didn’t know how to move herself around. So much for thinking the teachers here weren’t assholes. “Now, does anyone else have an issue with their rooms?” she asks, and everyone stays quiet, picking up their suitcases again, getting ready to leave the room. “Okay good, Miss Brooke, let’s take our leave as well—“ the headmistress says as Brooke awkwardly lets her push her wheelchair, looking very uncomfortable.

Yvie’s eyebrows knit as she watches this obscene situation in front of her. First she assigns her with probably the most obnoxious person in Shiz, and now she’s taking away her sister?

Yvie was not having it.

“Let her go!” Yvie snarls with gripped fists as she dark aura begins to surround her. Everyone gasps as they watch Yvie’s hair defy gravity and the dark aura surrounding Yvie grow larger and larger. Yvie raises her left hand and begins to pull Brooke away from Madame Visage through telekinesis. Brooke’s wheelchair rolled backwards until it was under the grasp of Yvie. Once reunited, the dark aura begins to disperse and Yvie began to calm down.

There was a pregnant silence as everyone eyed at Yvie with both terror and awe. Clearly embarrassed, Brooke covered how flushed she was with her hands, hoping everyone would stop gazing at them. Yvie places an apologetic hand on Brooke’s shoulder, hoping she wouldn’t be mad at her again while she waits to be scolded and expelled by Madame Visage.

“How— how did you do that?” Madame Visage asks and Yvie risks taking a glance at how Madame Visage looked. Surprisingly, she looked impressed, her hands clasped together in delight as he eyebrows were raised. “Oh my Oz, how did you do that?”

“H-how… did she do that?” murmurs Scarlet as everyone around her began whispering in each other’s ears.

Yvie was quiet, unsure of what to answer. This… magic she has is something she always kept secret and she never thought she would be able to showcase it so easily like that. While she wasn’t so ashamed of her appearance, she felt the opposite for her powers. The idea of being magical was nice, of course, but nobody ever mentioned how much effort it took not to accidentally unleash it in front of everybody. She can count how much she’s accidentally hurt people just because of how incredibly clumsy she was. She didn’t only hurt others but herself as well— if she suppressed her powers for too long, everything inside her body would ache, scream, and possibly morph. That’s why the streaks under her eyes just darken every now and then. This was also the reason why her skin was so stretchy and why her bones were so brittle that she can flex her body in every direction.

Not realizing she’s been quiet for too long, Brooke nudges her, “Yvie, speak up,” Brooke whispers, her face still super flushed.

“I—I uhm, I’m sorry. Sometimes it justs… happens. I promise I’ll try my best to control it—“

“What? Don’t apologize for that— that was talent! Do you ever consider taking a career in sorcery?” Madame Visage says and surprises everyone. Even Brooke looked shocked and maybe a little amused. Yvie felt slightly flattered; nobody in her lifetime would ever commend her on anything.

With a shy smile, Yvie says, “S-sorcery?”

“Yes, sorcery! I shall take you under my wing and will accept no other students.” Madame Visage states and everyone collectively gasps. If people weren’t envious enough that she gets to room with Scarlet, people were definitely envious now that Madame Visage gave her such a precious offer.

“No other students…?” Scarlet whispers in a blue tone and Yvie smirks to herself.

Madame Visage claps twice again, immediately silencing the murmurs, “Okay, everyone’s dismissed. Miss Oddly, I’d love to have a word with you,” she says with an enthusiastic expression. While Yvie was glad she finally got complimented on something, everyone else looked aggravated as they picked up their suitcases and left. Scarlet definitely looked the most irked with her deep frown and quiet stature.

Once everyone left except for the headmistress and the two sisters, Madame Visage made her way to Yvie with excitement. Brooke wheels away slightly so she couldn’t get in the way of their conversation. “I have waited for so long to find a student just as special and gifted as you are.” she states and it was music to Yvie’s ears.

“Uh, thank you?” Yvie says, unable to contain her happiness. Brooke’s shame slowly evaporated as well as she looked more proud of Yvie now.

“No, Yvie, you don’t get it— this gift can make you the Wizard’s grand vizier!” Madame Visage says as she reaches out to reach both of Yvie’s hands.

“Grand vizier? Like, the Wizard’s grand vizier?” Yvie says as joy bubbles in her chest. The Wizard was such an inspirational person to Yvie and unquestionably to everyone else in Oz as well. He is a great leader and always pushed Oz towards the right direction. Yvie would kill to assist the Wizard but now, she guesses she doesn’t have to.

“Yes, and I promise I will guide you and train you so that you can use those powers for good. Then maybe, I can write you to the Wizard to notify him of your talents,” Madame Visage says and beside her, Brooke squeals cheerfully, shaking Yvie’s arm with utmost delight.

“I—I don’t know what to say, Madame,” Yvie says with a bright smile, “Is there a catch? There should be some catch.”

“No catch; just be a great student, make me laugh at times, and everything’ll be good.” Madame Visage says but Brooke clears her throat loudly, implying that there was definitely a catch with Yvie not being able to room with Scarlet. Madame Visage gives a sorry expression, “I’m sorry but I can’t do anything else. I would never lie to the governor.” she states and Brooke sighs disappointingly.

“Well, it was kinda expected anyways,” Brooke says, “But uhm, Madame, I can push my own wheelchair, if that’s fine by you,”

“Oh, of course! But still, I’ll do my best to help you whenever I can.”

“Thank you.”

“Uhm, excuse me, Madame Visage?” someone reenters the room, shyly staying by the entrance. Recognizing the red hair, Yvie denotes it was Scarlet. “I was thinking whet—“

“Perfect timing, Miss Envy, you can bring Miss Oddly here to your private suite.” Madame Visage says as she approaches the exit holding Brooke’s suitcase while she signals her to come with. Madame Visage undoubtedly wanted to avoid Scarlet’s inquiries and Yvie thinks it was quite entertaining, “I’m expecting a lot from you, Miss Oddly. I’ll be seeing you,” Madame Visage says before leaving and ignoring the presence of Scarlet. Brooke waves a hurried goodbye towards Yvie before leaving alongside Madame Visage.

Then, Yvie was left with Scarlet, both quite speechless because of the situations that just happened this morning. With a pissy expression, Scarlet speaks, “Ugh just… come with me. The room’s not too far away if you don’t consider stairs.”

Yvie then nods as she picks up her suitcase and follows Scarlet silently. Inside her, the excitement still hasn’t faded as she ponders of what her future could possibly hold for her.

But before the Wizard, she has to deal with her insufferable roommate.

footnotes: — yes, brooke is on a wheelchair, i know. she kinda needed to be because the character she’s based on (nessarose) is on a wheelchair. — yvie and brooke’s parents are not based on their real parents; they’re based on elphaba’s real parents, frex and melena. though i made melena a bit kinder, frex is still as douchey as ever. — since i’m using michelle visage as madame morrible, i hope it doesn’t look like i’m villainizing michelle, lmao. i just thought she’d fit well as the role. — yvie’s appearance is her witch outfit from the monster ball and scarlet’s is that outfit of hers in a red wig and red, rose-coated catsuit. though, imagine that she’s wearing her legendary look first. — there are four main places in oz i decided to include (not including emerald city) which are gillikin, quadling county, the vinkus, and munchkinland. scarlet and many others will belong to the gillikins (they dominate the university because they’re privileged af) while brooke and yvie are from munchkinland. their father is the governor of munchkinland. — honestly, i don’t even know if they say ‘oh my god’ in oz just because their religion is sorta confusing but just know the characters will say ‘oh oz’ or ‘oh my oz’ a lot. — some events will directly mirror the musical so if you wanna try getting into that, that’ll make a lot of the scenes understandable.

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 ‘Try’ Any character you like!

(A friend of mine is thinking about running a DnD-style X-Men campaign over Discord, and I’m thinking that I’ll play DARKSTAR! I’ve never played her before though, and only just got familiar with her, so this is a good opportunity to test writing her! The villain SOLARR is, of course, an obscure bad guy I like. I don’t think Darkstar’s headband gem can actually give her a magical girl transformation like this, but I liked the idea.)Laynia Petrovna loved doing normal things like this. Since her birth, she had been raised in the “school” that the USSR had for mutants, though it was actually a lab, a training facility, meant not to teach them anything except how to be weapons for the State. That was a role that Laynia would gladly take for her country, though she would rather be only a shield than a sword, defend rather than attack others, but she also treasured the opportunity to be MORE than that—to be an ordinary woman, who did ordinary things.Like, say, going to a museum. In this case, a museum of natural history. She loved all types of museums, but this was one of her top three types, the other two being art and astronomy. She was in the Hall of Minerals right now, gazing in awe at the gemstones under glass there. She adored the clear, black, and yellow sorts best—diamonds and topazes and obsidian— and she also quite liked the black velvet jewel pillows that they were sat upon. She should buy some of the latter to cushion the prizes of her crystal glass figurine collection. Laynia liked to collect them, little prisms in the shapes of pretty things like ballerinas and swans. She also liked to collected small antique music boxes, and—There was a rushing sound, one that someone would only find familiar if they worked around flamethrowers on a regular basis, followed immediately by the screams and running footsteps of Laynia’s fellow museum patrons. Laynia ran too, but TOWARDS the sounds. She didn’t get far though—right at the entrance to the Hall of Minerals stood in a man in a bright red and yellow costume, with long strawberry blond hair. Fire crackled around one raised fist, and the floor was scorched around his boots. In his other hand was gripped the neck of a museum employee, who he was forcing to open one of the shatterproof glass displays, presumably so he could get at the precious gems inside.Some superheroes worried about secret identities. Laynia, as a member of a government-sponsored squad of an entirely different country, had no such concerns. She wasted no time looking for a place to hide and change, but simply dropped her coat. The jewel in her headband did the rest, converting her stylish turtleneck/miniskirt/tights/tall boots ensemble into her costume of unstable molecules.“Aw, dammit,” grumped the bad guy, while the museum employee looked hopeful, “A super-suit. Can’t get away from you guys.”“Villain! Criminal!” Laynia proclaimed, dark energy manifesting around her hands,“You defile this sanctum of knowledge with your base greed! I am Darkstar, and I will give you one chance to cease before I use force!” Laynia always preferred reason to blows. And she also thought that her little speech, if somewhat dramatic, was a nice one.But Solarr, aka Silas King, apparently felt different on both counts.“The hell is that accent? Go back to Moscow, ya Commie!”And with that, he flung a blast of sheer fiery heat right at her—one that would have killed her swiftly but horribly had she not caught it with a Darkforce portal in front of her like a shield, snuffing it out into nothingness. “I am from Minsk!” she retorted, “And the Soviet regime fell years ago—as now so shall you!”

[btsmixz]

SKATES & FISTS | 6

Pairing: Reader x Jimin (slight Reader x Yoongi) (All members appear) Genre: Angst, Slight Horror, Gang Related Rating: PG-13 Pages: 11 Words: 5041  🐝CW: cursing (maybe?)   Summary: “As quick as you are on the ice… you need to be twice as fast, in order to be with me”

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Chapter 6

- Beans -

“JESUS CHRIST!” Helena’s scritching voice fills the whole household. I nearly poke myself in the eye with my eyeliner from her sudden outburst.

“Are you okay?” I yell towards the door.

“Yeah, I’m good!” She heckles back to me from beyond the door.

Moments later the sound of her pitter patter footsteps go past my door defending down the stairs.

I wonder who Tae’s trying to get pick the three of us up? I mean it’s not like we don’t have plenty of time until we leave, a whole three hours left. The lot of us might end up sharing an Uber.

I want to know soon though. I may as well ask seeing how I’m done my makeup now. I stand from the floor, sadly my desk hasn’t been put together yet one out of 90 things to do still.

I swing open my door heading for the stairs. “Helena!” I lightly yell from the top of the stairs, making my way down. No reply.

“Lena!” I raise my voice slightly louder. I reach the end of the stairs and find her by the door entrance.

“Shhh!” She waves me with her hand.

“Who are you stalking now?” She pouts at me and I raise my eyebrows expectantly.

“Come,” she beckons me on to follow her and I obey.

We crowd by the curtain and she points for where I should be looking. All I see is what looks like two people outside. One who I assume is Tae, maybe?

“You see this, two beans, on our porch,” She eyes me with raised eyebrows and I end up smiling.

“Who?” I squint looking through the small opening she made in the curtain. One of the guys aka Tae was blocking the other so her work of pointing in front of me has done nothing.

“Literally-it’s his friend Natalia. The one that was here the other day, lover boy Jimin-I’m pretty sure,” I turned to look back at her.

“Jimin?” I look back to Helena and squint at her. None of this makes sense.

Was he not the host? “Isn’t he the one throwing the party?” I cross my arms and plop myself down on the couch, I watch her continue to look outside.

“Yeah-but it doesn’t start for another couple hours, I guess Taehyung asked Jimin-or maybe he offered?” She played with her hair unbothered and then she looked me dead in the face blankly.

“Are you uncomfortable with him. . . Because of what happened?” I open my mouth only to pout moments later.

“I’m so stupid! Why didn’t I consider this earlier, oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” She sulks rushing over to me sitting next to me. I stare at her unfazed.

“Really-“ I go to say more but am interrupted by the door opening and with it, a roaring laugh fills the room.

“I’m fine ok, that’s not why I was confused,” I pay her head and smile.

She raises an eyebrow and crosses her own arms, “Are you sure?” She asks me again.

The laughter in the room subsides abruptly. Taehyung appears out from the entrance way and into the living room with pouty lips.

“What’s wrong?” Tae asks raising his hands to his hips.

“Something happened?” Jimin then joins besides Tae looking up from his phone.

“No, nothing. I just… hurt my wrist while me and Helena were goofing around, just now,” I hold my left wrist up. I wish people would see that I’m really okay.

I scratch my head from the silence that has encumbered the room and look at Jimin.

Other than Tae not fully believing me, I’d say they looked pretty stylish. Jimin had on a white, what are they called again-oh bowling shirts, with sleeves that ended right at the elbow. His shirt has a black printed design on it, he paired it with black jeans. Lowkey me and Jimin are matching with our white and black outfits.

Tae on the other hand rocks a loose dark royal blue long sleeve shirt and, grey-black jeans. Sunglasses are rest in his hair, probably from earlier today.

“Oh, well-we-should, get going,” Jimin gently spoke out into the quiet room.

“Don’t want people showing up without me there,” He half laughed and I nodded standing up alongside Helena.

Driving down the narrow road of Jimin’s street was like entering a new world. All these houses look brand new, they must have just been constructed, though, a lot of the houses are vacant from the ‘for sale’ signs plunged in the lawns of the properties. Part of me is surprised that he lives in such a beautiful neighborhood, how can he even afford this? On the other hand, I’m shocked at how close it is to our own housing district.

The car slows and pulls into a driveway and up into his garage. Bright white lights, light the interior as the car enters it.

“Okay, we-are-here,” Jimin unlocks the doors of his car and everyone gets out simultaneously.

Jimin opens the door to his house from his garage and the

For someone who was an athlete in the training, he had his house in impeccable shape, It looked like a typical modern house that you’d see in movies… it sort of reminded me of the house the Cullens family had in Twilight, just smaller and if I’m being honest I don’t really remember what their house looked like. My memory consists of their large glass windows that opened up their living room, Jimin’s kitchen could be seen from where we stood where we’ve taken off our shoes, very open concept. A large staircase was unmissable in front of us.

The house itself looked like he never lived a day in it… that's how clean and sleek everything was. But randomly there would be pops of yellow and blue played in the space some colour.

It feels so empty, uh, I can’t find the word to describe it. For such a small space it’s so… so-ughhh, never mind. Maybe he just moved in that's why the ‘cozy’ feeling is missing, I don’t know.

“Drinks are in the fridge beer, vodka, smirnoff, soju, whatever you guys want I got at least one case of it,” Jimin points to the fridge walking towards a speaker by the TV with Tae.

“And here I thought you were cutting back on drinking,” Tae says in a mocking tone and gets a slap from Jimin on the arm.

“Shut up,” he sighs out.

“Everyone should be showing up relatively soon,” a smile rests on Jimin’s face as he looks to Tae and he nods agreeing.

I follow Helena to the kitchen where she's already grabbing some vodka and four shot glasses.

“Come let's take a shot, the four of us,” Lena waves them over and they soon round the island counter.

She pours them and out reach our hands. We all cheers at once and for a split second my eyes travel to Jimin’s and his to mine.

DING~

Almost on cue, the doorbell rings and we all let out a laugh. Jimin gets the door while Tae goes back to the stereo and starts playing a playlist from apple music.

A few shots in…

“Yoongi-hyung-“ Jimin’s voice suddenly turns to that of a child's, and I see him run over to the door and almost tackle the poor man.

Wait… isn’t that-Yoongi from my class? Or am I thinking of someone else? Jimin did say Yoongi-hyung, so is this someone else? Well, I’ll find out soon eno-

“Tae! Yoongi-hyung actually came!” He screams into the room as he drags someone behind him.

The people around us seem to be unbothered by his antics and rather laugh along.

Jimin makes his way past us in a hurry and to a tall dude with white-silver hair, the guy he drags behind him seems to be sulkily following him but doesn’t complain. That’s when I see it, the M.Y. As if war flashbacks run through my mind the events of meeting him hit me like a wall.

“You good?” Tae touches behind my neck and I look to him with the same shook face that has disavowed upon me.

“Totally.”

I walk off up to Helena and chill next to her while she pours herself a drink. I should chill and grab a drink too. I look back to Tae and he seems to have joined Jimin and Yoongi, already found purchase of a cup in his hand. He knows him too? Why hasn’t he ever said?

Yoongi seems fairly popular with everyone but he seems to only give each person who approaches him a nod; if he knows them they seem to call him Suga but even then those few people get at most a miniscule smile. Jimin, on the other hand, doesn’t unlink their hands a.k.a dragging Yoongi everywhere his tipsy ass will take them.

Part of me forgets that Yoongi even with his quiet demeanor is actually a fairly known shaker online and well… I guess from all the attention he’s getting at College too… I gotta stop calling this place a College, because the way they want my grades and performances to look, that ain’t it, nowhere close to being College expectations.

An hour and a few more than a few drinks later…

“He really took him up! I thought they were off that shit and made a truth to each other,” Tae threw his head back in laughter.

One way to tell he’s drunk for sure is to listen to all the curse words that slip out. But how can I judge, I know I’m getting close to my limit too.

“Who did?” I look to where Tar is pointing and barely catch a glimpse of someone pitter-pattering up the stairs.

My eyes travel back to Tae and I tap his shoulder to bring back his attention.

“They went up-to-do, you know…” He pauses with his cute box smile and looks me deep in my eyes. “The hooky-nookie,” Tae laughs out into the room again catching the eyes some others at the party.

Tae points his finger in the air after swallowing another sip of his straight vodka-coke mixed drink. “I dare you to go up there and scare them!” he raises his eyebrows. “Or you can take 6 shots,” His box smile spoils into a devilish smirk and all I know is, that ain't it. Not today Satan.

“Fuck that, I’ll do the first dare,” I stand abruptly only to have Helena hold on to me so I don’t fall.

“Yeah!” Tae cheers clapping his hands.

Maybe this wasn’t the greatest idea considering the number of shots I already have, running through my system, just maybe this wasn’t a good idea… but, here we are… on a boat-on a plane-fuck you Daniel Cook.

I get my ass upstairs and the sound difference is amazing, no more raging music in my ears, just mumbled laughter and hard base from the music. All I got to do now is… wait what am I supposed to do exactly? Fuck.

“No-jus-” I hear muffled laughter near me and I honestly can’t decipher if it’s coming from the room or downstairs.

“H-are you,” I narrow my eyes to the sound of someone speaking again.

I waddle myself to the door on the left and hold on to the handle, I wonder whos in there, it looked like a female going up the stairs but Tae said Jimin came up here, who the fuck knows.

A muffled voice laughs from inside the room before I hear them speak. “Okay, what really-really-really made you-” I trip into the door and my hand slips opening it.

“Oops…” I hold onto the frame of the door one hand still on the doorknob and I adjust myself to my once upright position.

My eyes travel up to find Jimin, lounging back on his elbows, and next to him holding a pillow in his lap is Yoongi.

“Hey-Tali~, did you follow us,” He sits up from his elbows and eyes me up and down.

“Surprise,” I whisper and smile at them both. “It was a-stunt-I mean no, not a stunt… a prank,” I shift my weight to lean on the door frame.

“A dare?” The corner of Yoongi’s mouth curls up as if he knows exactly what happened. “From who?” He tilts his head to the side.

“Um, Tae-Taehyung,” I stutter and hug my waist, abandoning the doorknob completely. “He said,” I scuff before continuing. “He said you guys were doing the hookie nookie,” I giggle to myself from the thought.

“We were about to…” Jimin scratches the back of his head looking to the floor.

My eyes widen and I look to Yoongi. “Oh, I’m sorry… he just-I thought he was joking,” I shake my head and my hand finds purchase back door handle and I push myself off from the door frame.

I hear one of them say wait lightly but this feels like enough embarrassment for now. I turn around slowly and begin walking back down the narrow hallway.

I jolt when I feel something grab my shoulder. “I said wait,” I turn to find Yoongi. “He was just messing around,” He gestures to Jimin in the room.

Jimin comes up behind him and kisses his neck, only to have Yoongi squirm away haphazardly. “No, I wasn’t,” He pouts in Yoongi’s face but he just slaps his stomach lightly.

“Yah-” He sounds like he’s about to go off on him but his face goes pliant and he shrugs it off.

“Let’s go back~” He takes both our hands and brings us back in the room, he sets us down on the bed then goes into the room's closet.

“What now, it's turning into a threesome, we haven’t even made up,” He half-laughs out and lays down on the bed.

Tae what’d you get me into…

“So you are two couple?” I blurt out but quickly cover my mouth. That was for me more so than for them.

“Which is completely fine… I just never knew you liked men, if you like men,” I lick my lips and stare down into my hands.

“We’re…” he glances over at Jimin who pauses briefly before continuing to rummage through the closet. “We’re complicated, but aren't in a relationship,” Yoongi chuckles and looks over at me.

Yoongi’s eyes drift back to Jimin before he continues. “Jimin is just… super touchy-when he’s had some alcohol… and he hasn’t seen me since I got back so… he’s super hyped-” Jimin interrupts Yoongi with an obnoxious hum causing a small sigh to escape Yoongi’s lips.

Jimin’s eyes narrow at Yoongi as he zones in on him. “Don’t make sun of my tipsy dipsy self,” He places his hands on his hips and walks towards Yoongi, slowly wobbling in his last step.

Jimin stops just short of touching his knees with his own legs grazing. I look down at Yoongi and his eyes are locked with Jimin’s. “Tipsy, Chimmy, Dimminy,” Jimin and I laugh out and he actually tips over onto both of us sending our backs flat against the bed with a giggles corpse on top of us.

BANG

I jump grabbing onto Jimin and Yoongi beside me. “Jimin they got in the pool!” Silence settles the room from a bug-eyed wild Taehyung appears in the room before us all.

His half-open mouth turns into an ‘o’ shape and he narrows his eyes at Jimin. “B-but I’ll-I’ll handle it,” He looks to the floor with determination and nods to himself then shuts the door.

All three of us look at each other. And before Jimin can go to speak he’s interrupted when Helena flings open the door.

“Natalia, are you… okay?” Helena’s voice quickly drowns out as her eyes land on me and the other two.

“Oh,” She shakes her head and smiles.

“I didn’t realize I was interrupting-I-seen Tae when I came out the washroom and was… curious,” I narrow my eyes and smile at her slyly.

“What do you mean?” I raise my eyebrows.

“Were just talking,” I giggle.

Jimin turns to me and Yoongi. “This is a bery-interesting conversation,” Jimin slurs in a whisper and his eyes widen.

Yoongi throws his head back and chuckles lightly to himself.

“I should get’d up,” Jimin pushes off from the bed and looks between us all awkwardly.

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” He bites his bottom lip and then pushes past Helena.

“Me too,” Yoongi breaths out.

He practically dashes out the room and I lay blank faces on the bed to whom I don’t know belongs to.

“We should go too,” I point to Helena and she just shakes her head and smiles.

“Are you ok?” She asks eyebrows creasing the slightest.

“Yepp,” I try and push myself off the bed like them two but only find that I get dizzy from the act.

“Let’s go,” Helena muses.

I extend my hand to her and she pulls me up from the bed.

“So y'all were really getting to know each other, huh,” her tone is teasing and my face turns sour.

“Maybe.”

I walk faster and am the first one to walk down the stairs. Once I’m at the landing of the stairs I look outside and see two figures running around outside through the large windows in the back of the house. Without a doubt, it was Tae basically asasin-creeding the other dude's tackling the equally as tall guy to the ground.

“That looks like it went well,” Helen said watching the same act.

As time goes by in the party the people who showed seem to be still going strong; yelling and laughing as if they haven’t been here all night, including me. Tae and his friends seem to be having a ball, while I and Helen chill on the kitchen counter asking one another who the hottest in the room is… well up until now.

“ Pukey-had so much potential,” Lena looks at this guy as if he’s her long-lost lover and it sort of hilarious.

Pukey had dyed blue hair and a small mouse-like face… but not in an ugly way. I think his real name was Chase or maybe it was Jake? Who cares his new name is Pukey.

Pukey fell back on the wall and Tae flips into action making a beeline in his direction. I tap Helena and she looks to me and then follows my eyes to Tae.

“What’s he-“

Before Lena can finish her sentence Tae is pulling the guy out of the room and into the living room.

“I wonder why, that, happened,” poke my face in Lena’s direction.

Lena returns a glare to be before saying. “I don’t know,” she forcefully smiles at me and I nod.

“He likes you, Lena,” I whisper.

Laughter erupts from her whole being just in time when Tae hops back into the already crowded kitchen. I wave him down and jump off the table.

“Hey Tae, come keep her company-gotta pee,” I speed off after hearing the way Helena chokes from my comment.

I don’t turn back knowing death is already telepathically being sent my way by Lena. I mean I didn’t lie all the way, only I have the feeling to pee now and not before.

I snake my way through the people in the living room finding my way to the bathroom, only to find out that someone’s in there doing something a little more than peeing. Upstairs hopefully, I trot my way up and wrap around the hallway. I guess if I pee now I won’t be able to stop, what a-

“I thought-“ I yelp jumping away from where ever that voice came from.

“What the fuc-“ I stop myself from finishing that sentence because my eyes land on a very amused Jimin standing opposite the door.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” He holds up his hands a light laugh emitting his lips.

I wave him off and smile. “It’s ok.”

He leans in slightly as if he’s gonna say something and I perk up waiting for his question. He seems to change his mind mid-thought and leans his weight back on the wall.

“What’s-up,” I ask pushing hair behind my ear.

The small fright must have scared the remainder of my buzz away along with it.

His eyes shoot up to my own and he licks his bottom lip biting it for a second, I catch myself drifting between his lips and eyes and decide the floors the safe route.

“Nothing,” He inhales and rests his head on the back wall.

“Just a little light-headed, I was waiting for someone to come up here,” He looks away from me biting his lip.

I look up to him and frown, he’s been just waiting here until someone came

“I’m fine… I-shouldn’t be drinking at the moment. But I’m a little irresponsible and…” He continues to try and explain but gives me a half smiles instead.

How do you go from being tipsy and flinging yourself around, to relatively calm and collective? He doesn’t even seem the same in the slightest.

Suddenly My urge to pee dissipates. “Do you want to go sit down? I can help,” I take a step towards him and he stiffens slightly.

“That’d be nice.” He gives me a stiff nod.

I hold up my hands slightly. “If you want to be alone that’s totally fine too…” I clasp my hands backing off.

“I’d like to sit, if you’d like to help me,” His brow raises and he tilts his head.

Shit, I totally was off. I reach out slowly to wrap his arm around my shoulder and I place my hand around his torso helping him to walk.

“The room is fine,” He points the door a cross from the bathroom.

I was heading to the room we were in last time but I abruptly stop and head to the one he suggests. We stop just as we enter the room and I watch him close his eyes tightly, he breaths out an ‘ok’ and I flicked the light on and we continue to the bed in front of us. I place him down in an upright position.

“There we go,” I rub his arm lightly and he moves away from it.

I look around the room averting his eyes.

“Sorry if I scared you,” I feel his eyes on me but I look at the bed sheets instead.

The first thing I think of is what happened that night those guys came and I shake my head. “It’s ok, you, I wasn’t scared of you… I was just disgusted that someone would try and hurt someone like that,”

I glance at him and his eyes are squinted after a moment he makes an ‘o’ with his lips. “I’m sorry, I meant just now.” His eyes flutter and he bites his lip.

“I can be a bit, hard to understand,” He half smiles and runs his hands through his hair.

“No-no, I’m kind of all over the place sometimes too, especially right now apparently,” Before he goes to respond I continue to talk.

“Did you want some water? You said you're dizzy, right?” I slowly back away from him.

He gives a small nod.

“I’ll bring some,” as soon as I finish I turn and leave the room.

I make my way down the stairs again. I glance at the people now surrounding the coffee table in the living room, talking was the same guy I seen when I arrived, with the white-silver hair. He looks to be explaining some card game to a few people listening paying attention. I squish through the still super full kitchen and manage to grab a glass to pour some water.

“You were up there long.”

I turn to the voice and find Pukey brows raised and leaning on the counter next to me.

“Yeah-had to pee,” I put the water jug back in the fridge and zoot off passing the living room, where the card game seems to have finally picked up, then back up and into the room once again.

I walk back in the room and find Jimin lying flat on the bed with his eyes. Is he fucking dead! What the fuck! Maybe he passed out?

“Jimin?” I squeal out and quickly place his water on the nightstand.

I shake his leg and he flinches his eyes flinging wide open as blinks a few times. “What? What happened? Did someone pass out downstairs?” He pushes himself up into a sitting position but shuts his eyes tightly before trying to focus on my face kneeled before him.

“No, everything’s fine… I just thought that you passed out.” I sigh in relief and pick his water up again to hand to him.

“This looks interesting,” He stares down at me and I look down at myself and then stand.

A small giggle emits from him.

I pick up the glass and pass it to him. “Here.”

He takes it grinning.

“Thanks, and sorry.” He half laughs and I smile.

“Did you want me to tell Yoongi to come up?” His brows crease and he looks up at me again.

“Why-“ he draws out in which I can only describe as a defensive whine.

“I just don’t want you to be alone, that’s all.” I laugh out.

“Why can’t you stay?” He watches me and I look away from his intense stare.

“I can do that too, you two just seemed close. And wanted to talk, that’s all” I move from in front of him and sit next to him on the bed, it bounces a little and Jimin shakes slightly.

“I like him, he’s been my friend for so-so long.” He sighs lightly.

“You like-like him right… more than a friend.” I ask.

“Sometimes.” He sips his water and watches it in the glass.

“I mean I’m not the one with that problem… I-” he stops himself and takes a sip.

You’d think this would be drunk talk but he seemed fine in the hallway, I’m not all the way convinced.

“What do-” I try but he cuts me off.

“Nothing-forget it, I say stupid stuff when I’ve been drinking.” Jimin’s voice is frantic and his eyes look pleadingly at me.

I’m still not sure if I believe you, but okay I guess.

“Oh-you mean like, it’s not your problem that I didn’t know you were gay,” I try and sound as genuine as possible but for a split second it looks like he sees through my sheared.

He puts a hand on my lower back and I flinch in the slightest. “Love, I’m not gay, I’m bi,” he rubs his hand there for a moment longer before he goes back to holding his glass with both hands.

He seemed to play along and I appreciate our unspoken agreement about something I have no clue about.

“Sorry,” I whisper and he smiles.

“You guys really do seem like…” I pause because of his gaze.

“Like a good couple, I mean with that said-its my first time seeing you two together. So I can only go off of what happened, like-an hour ago. You brought him around everywhere you walked, that’s why I thought you’d want me to bring him to you.”

Jimin takes another sip of his water and rests it down on the nightstand. His hand doesn’t leave the glass, I watch as his grip hardens around it and his breathing picks in the slightest. Did I upset him?

“Jimin?”

He blinks and his hands off the glass as if nothing happened. “It’d be nice, maybe,” he shifts his body to me.

“I like you too though, but it is also hard for you to get someone who is no longer here,” A sweet smile spreads on his face.

Jimin slowly slides down back onto the bed and shuts his eyes. I take this moment to relax too. I find my eyes wondering about the room were in, it appears much more… lived in, at least compared to the other one we were previously in with Yoongi, the other was your standard cookie-cutter room, clean white sheets, and clean light grey walls.

This one, on the other hand, had white walls, a nicely kept queen bed with cobalt blue sheets is adjacent to the door and is in the corner of the room, I look to the right and a silver metal desk with a notebook on it and lamp, the desk is placed in front of the window in the corner of the room. Two sliding closet doors are opposite the desk, and a crescent moon rug covers the floor by the closet similar to the colour of the bed, right next to the door is a cushioned yellow chair that goes nicely with the light wooden flooring.

The room is warm and the aroma overall is a lot more welcoming than everywhere else- “Done examining,” Jimin chuckles. Imploding my thoughts.

“Oh, sorry,” I scratch my head awkwardly.

“Is this your room? Or…” I drown out my question because he nods.

“It appears much more lived in than the other,”

“It’s dirty?” his voice is soft almost like he’s asking himself and i watch him look about the room concerned.

“It’s not dirty-it just looks like, it has more character than anywhere else, super personalized.”

A small smirk develops on his face and he says. “You think I have more personality?”

I look down at him and my eyes go wide. He can’t be having a blackout right now… can he?

“Are-are you having a blackout?” I blurt out and turn to face his lying body.

He licks his lips. “Hmph, that's interesting.”

He pats beside him and l slowly ly back beside him on my side.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asks me holding his finger up.

I nod eagerly.

“You can’t tell Jimin, or else I’ll have to punish you by taking something away from you,” his voice is harsh and cracks at the end.

a/n: Hope you liked it! ❤️

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