#now I wait for my rug and the funny cringe room is complete

[majimasleftasscheek]

I got a curtain for my merch room tweehee

[elysianightsss]

It’s Just Business - one

Werewolf Steve Rodgers x reader series

Warnings for the series: fluffness, Bucky and Sam bickering like five year olds, smutty smut, bad language.

Part two

“Buck, I can feel her here.” Steve spoke, his figure frozen as his wolf tried clawing his way out. Fighting to find it’s mate.

“The only people here are the servants.” His beta replied patting his shoulder. “She’ll reveal herself soon enough.”

“Dinner is served.” An old man dressed in a penguin suit said poshly dragging out each syllable. Everyone gathered around the table taking their seats.

The woman of the house whispered something to the older looking maid, though to everyone else except her husband, they all heard it as though she shouted it.

“Get my daughter down here.” The maid scurried off and the woman plastered a fake smile upon her face. A few moments of waiting later, a sweet scent of vanilla, old books and rain filled Steve’s nostrils.

I walked into the dining room my hair swaying behind me, my outfit was too revealing for my mother’s taste, I could see it in her eyes when I walked in, but I suppose that’s why I wore it. Just to see her pissed off expression, it gave me a giddy feeling inside. Flashing a smile to the participants of tonight’s show. I couldn’t wait to see how my parent’s had planned to brag today.

“I apologise for being late.” I spoke clearly, sitting down at the end of the table, opposite to my father who gave me a small nod. I returned the gesture. Food was placed in front of me and my stomach lurched at the fancy pancy sustenance.

“Would so kill for a burger.” I grumbled quietly, but a muffled snort had me looking at a brunette. He wore his hair in a low man bun, his blue eyes deep. His black shirt suited the dark demeanour he held. Blinking away from our locked gazes, I tuned into the shrill sound of my mother’s voice as she conversed with their wonderful benefactors.

That’s who this meal was for. My father, the Mayor, had only a small handful of people he trusted his affairs to. The three people sat at this dining table were some of them. They gave my father his protection against politisions that might try and weave their way into his office. The three men lead an organisation that I wanted to stay far away from, one that snuck inside other organisations and gained power from knowing their secrets.

The other two groups of people gave my father his money and his immunity to do whatever he wanted to people and get away with it. It wasn’t that my father was a bad man, he had just done certain things to get where he was now. Certain things that gave him his status as Mayor, that gave him his money, that gave him all the secrets that filled his pockets.

My parent’s invite their benefactors over for dinner frequently but I always avoided them, with the excuse of studying or extra curricular activities. However this one I couldn’t get out of, I didn’t think of an excuse quick enough. Was too tired that day and now I had to munch on leafy soup instead of my usual burger and fries from my favourite diner.

I took the chance to look around at the other two men. One was a man who I’d actually met before, once at my Father’s office. His name was Sam, he was kind and funny. Made the meeting we had to sit through bearable with his jokes and the gift of sharing my sarcastic language. His dark purple shirt made him look some what posh, though the bored look in his eyes could of made me laugh until my stomach hurt.

The third man was absolutely gorgeous. He was the kind of man I wanted. All rugged and lumberjack like. His dirty blonde hair slightly overgrown, but not enough to be able to tie it back like the brunette. His beard had me clenching my legs together at the thought of beard burn on my thighs. Damn. How can someone be so hot? I didn’t know it was physically possible for a shirt to stretch that much. The dark blue material was clinging to his body for dear life, trying desperately not to break as he moved his arm up and down gulping down the green soup.

It seemed he was trying to eat it quickly, almost getting it over and done with. Better than having to endure the rath of my mother for refusing her ‘finest’ chef’s qu’usine. He seemed to noticed me staring at him but ignored it. His eyes were blue, they reminded me of the ocean. There was something reassuring about it.

“Miss Alexandra,” I looked to my left to see Martha my personal maid, “there’s a very important call for you.” She could hardly contain her excitement, too loud that everyone heard what she said. I glanced towards my mother who nodded, instantly I was out of my seat practically jogging to answer the phone.

“Hello?” I spoke, cringing at the eagerness in my tone.

“Miss. Culling?”

“Yes this is she.”

“This is Townsend University calling about your application for a scholarship. We wanted to let you know personally that we are declining your application. We’re very sorry.” The woman sounded as if she could care less.

“Can I ask the reason why?” My lip quivered making me bite down on it hard.

“You simply have too much money Miss. Culling. I’m sure your parents can help you in securing a place here. Other than that we have no other way to help you, I apologise. Have a good evening.” She hung up after spouting her bitter train of thought.

My breath came out shaky matching my unsteady hand as I placed the phone down. Covering my mouth to stop any sobs from escaping.

“Oh my dear.” Martha wrapped her arms around my shoulders stroking a wrinkled hand through my straightened hair. “Maybe you should call your brother. Not the silly whipper snapper but the golden troublemaker.” She chuckled at the thought of the boys she basically raised. She was right.

“Little sister to what do I owe the honour?”

“Townsend University rejected me.” I fought the tears that wanted nothing more but to ruin the mascara I’d put on earlier this evening.

“Oh Alexandra. I’m so sorry. Did they say why?”

“Our parent’s money. Same as the others. How did you do it Bash?” My foot tapped against the hard wood floor waiting impatiently for some kind of way to fix my problem.

“Back when I was completing mother and father’s task, colleges only cared about having someone of title on their campus to get a higher status. Now all they care about is money.” He scoffed.

“I don’t have any other options left. Bash what do I do?” I begged him to tell me.

“Why don’t you come here for a few days? You can relax while I think of a plan. Get you out of that retched house.” I heard him flipping through a book and I knew it was his calendar.

“Are you sure Lara won’t mind?” I inquired after his pregnant wife.

“Never she adores you, you know that. Just get through the evening little sister and I’ll have a car come pick you up.” He hummed through the phone.

“Thankyou brother.” I hung up and took a series of deep breaths. I sighed making my way back inside the room.

“Who was it my dear?” Mother asked with a slight glare that if anyone else saw it, they’d assume it was motherly concern. I was not anyone else.

“Bash called.” I replied sitting down next to the lumberjack who’s eyes burned a whole in my head.

“Oh our eldest son, he is a delight.” My mother chirped.

“Isn’t he just.” I quipped under my breath. I loved my brother dearly but I couldn’t help but be slightly jealous of the affection he gained from both my parents when I had none.

“I’m staying there for a few days before finals start.” I smiled at her. She seemed to think it over for a moment before glancing at my father.

“I think it’s a good idea.” He shrugged and went back to whatever they were talking about before I came back in.

Soon dinner was over, it took far too long for my liking. My father and his benefactors retired to his office for a while. My mother on the phone to one of her stupid friends bitching about something I didn’t care to listen to. I just wanted this evening to be over.

“Miss, your father would like a word.” Omg did he know already? Did he find out I had failed? No! He couldn’t! He promised to stay out of it until the end of the year. Wiping my sweating hands on my jumpsuit, I knocked on the office door and went in.

My Father’s office wasn’t too big or too small. The double doors I stepped through were made from a dark wood like everything else. There were books covering every inch of the right wall and a window on the left one. In the middle was a big desk my stoic parent sat at. The three men scattered around the room. The brunette sat at the windowsill. The blonde stood leaning against the bookshelf. And Sam sat in the left of the two chairs sitting opposite my fathers desk. I took the right and waited expectantly.

“You’re going to stay with Steve here until the end of summer.” He gestured to the blonde from earlier. Steve Rodgers. That was it? That’s all my father had to stay.

“Why?” I wouldn’t usually question my father but something in me pushed to ask. I had a right to know.

“I said you’d be sent somewhere this year for your survival skills and this is it. Anything could happen at any moment. You could be kidnapped or this very house could be held hostage. I have be sure I’m not worrying about you in case that happens. I need to know that I can focus of the business side of it not emotion.” He grunted. As if he had any emotions at all.

“The end of summer...starting when?” My nails dug into my palms, I started to feel so angry. I was eighteen years old for Christ sake and he was sending me away like he did when I was a child to summer camps so he didn’t have to deal with me.

“After you come back from your brother‘s house.” Suddenly I never wanted to come back from Bash’s house.

“But that’s eight months.” I sputtered, this was ridiculous. He was sending me away for almost a year give or take a few months.

“You dare question me in my own home?” He leaned forward on his desk glaring me down. I had glared back before and had faced the consequences. Not this time.

“No father. I’ll start packing the second I’m home.” I lowered my head.

“Good. Now get out.” I didn’t need to be told twice. The moment the door closed behind me I ran to my room pulling a bag out from my closet, packing what I’d need for a few days away and leaving without a goodbye. The car was already waiting for me just as Bash had promised.

“Thank. You. Bash.” I grinned getting inside the black car and telling the driver to step on it. Thoughts plagued my mind while I gazed out the window at the big trees.

Why was I being sent away? Why so long? Why didn’t my parents love me enough to want me to stay? Was it my fathers idea? How the fuck was I going to make a plan to complete my parent’s task if I’m up in the forest? Was it the forest or mountains? Or both?

But the question I didn’t expect my mind to conjure up left me slapping my hand against my head to pushed it away.

Was I going to enjoy living with the big sexy lumberjack called Steve?

[pollenat]

RED VELVET and A secret romance with their gang’s rival

➛ Note: Obviously, gang!au. These scenes are super random and not exactly as long as others, but I had this in my drafts for a while now, didn’t feel like completely discarding the work I’ve already done.

IRENE

Joohyun’s body moves on its own, her mind still asleep. Otherwise she wouldn’t have (or maybe she would) turned and reached for the other side of the bed. The lack of a body disturbs her awake.

She’s not home, though the bedroom is far from alien to her. The contents of shelves, the number of stains on the rug, the location of small holes in the walls - she already knows them by heart. Something she’s proud of, but shouldn’t share with others.

Lonely, perhaps scared of the word’s meaning, she calls for you. Usually, you’re fast to drop everything for her. Whatever it may be, nothing seems as important as Joohyun. This morning you’re not running like crazy to learn her demands. A repeat of your name makes no difference.

An electric shock of nervousness makes her get up after long hesitation. This is a safe haven, somewhere the outside world can’t reach, and yet her mind comes up with only the worst of possibilities. Nude feet stomp down the wooden panels. The floor feels cold against her heels, but Joohyun doesn’t show any sign of discomfort. She makes a stop by her jeans, lazily discarded the previous day. Fingers tighten around the object pulled out of a pocket. The black surface gleams under a ray of sunshine. Its owner has enough experience to always expect the unexpected.

Close to the wall, she slides down the corridor. Quiet and eagle-eyed, she’s ready to notice the abnormalities. Her ears pick up the sound of ragged breathing first. Then she notices a silhouette reflecting in the tiles of a corridor.

“Why are you holding a gun?” You ask her, genuinely confused.

Joohyun scoffs, partially relieved, partially annoyed. It’s 7 a.m. and you’re opening a jar of pickles instead of sleeping in. She drops the weapon on a countertop. The sound that comes from the meeting of hard surfaces makes you cringe.

“I thought something happened. Why are you up and not in bed?” The frown turns into a pout as Joohyun hugs one of your arms.

“I just felt like eating some pickles-” Without another word, she grabs the jar you are struggling to get opened, and easily does what you couldn’t. “Here, open. Now let’s go back to bed!”

“I love it when you unload frustration on objects.”

“Yes, yes. I’m aware.” She doesn’t hand you back the jar. “Pickles will come later. Now, we’re going back to bed. You’ve got a lot of making up to do.”

You may have abandoned the snacks, but something about Joohyun’s strong pulling and a sweet smile tells you there are better things to do.

SEULGI

The night sky is dotted with stars, as if they were its pride - jewels decorating collarbones. Something poets have always described as dark, being light. Although you want to share that thought aloud, you don’t. Not because of embarrassment. Seulgi would never laugh at something you’re serious about. Your choice is led by the dreamy atmosphere of your evening.

The two of you are lying on a blanket, somewhere in the middle of a forest. An hour long ride away from the city. A spot you feel like asking Seulgi about.

In your peripheral vision you can see her face turned towards you. There’s a smile you must’ve somehow caused.

“What?” She hums, hand sneaking under yours. “You’re staring.”

“Can’t I?” Fingers tighten around each other for a moment, before you push yourself up to lean over her.

Seulgi’s smile is still adoring, though now it’s sunken in shy undertones. She’s like that with you only. Otherwise, everyone knows her as the scary right hand woman. Her boss would’ve shot you in the face, had they known how close you were. It’s the sweet adrenaline of forbidden romance for you. Now, smiling, your fingers curl around loose locks of her dark hair.

“So, how many people have you taken on a date here?”

“Believe it or not, you’re the first one.” She brings her hands up to play with laces hanging from your hoodie.

“Then how did you find out about this place?”

“You know, drove by. Was followed, so I hid here and figured its a pretty lovely place.” One of the laces curls around her finger, just like a strand of her hair around yours.

“And you thought of me? Aww, you’re a real romantic.”

She laughs shyly, embarrassed by the conversation. You don’t intend on playing around though. A kiss is enough to silence her laughter. Seulgi hums in enjoyment, her face now covered by the shadow of your silhouette. As you press yourself closer to her, the back of her gun, always pinned to the belt, pokes the inside of your thigh. It’s a strong sensation. One that’s bound to burst a bubble. Yes, you’re used to it, but for some reason it’s not the same as holding the weapon in your two hands.

“What’s wrong?” Seulgi asks, feeling that something’s not right.

“Nothing, just got lost in thoughts for a moment here.” But instead of leaning forward once more, you return to lying on the back.

WENDY

You’re smiling widely in anticipation. The door opens suddenly, but it’s not able to startle you.

“Are you crazy?!” Her voice drips with pure anger, but her eyes scream relief.

Without any second thoughts, you push her inside and cage her little silhouette in a tight embrace. Seungwan does a poor attempt at escaping. She’s aware it’s of no use. She needs the comforting gesture as much as you do.

“You could’ve at least texted me first.”

“I did, but you’ve never answered me.”

When you finally let her go, she pulls out a phone and then gives you a look of pure disbelief. You might’ve written the message on your way to her apartment, but in your defence, Seungwan is the type of person that always has her phone close.

“What if someone was here? What if others saw you? Do you ever stop for a moment to think?” She scoffs at your ridiculing smile.

“Oh come on. What’s life without a little bit of excitement?”

“Umm, a good life?” Seungwan states as a matter of fact, which makes you wanna laugh in her face. But not to spite her. Rather to show her how sweet her whole being seems to you.

Yes, you’re the blunt one in whatever your relationship is. You’re the one to be touchy, clingy, also the one to piss her off with how “little” you care about being caught.

“Babe, you really need to chill. I’ve got it all covered. Of course, unless someone decides to pay you sudden visit, but even if, then that’s not on me!”

Her feet don’t follow you inside the living room. Instead, she’s watching you make yourself comfortable from the hallway. Expression of annoyance still present, it’s only a matter of time before Seungwan joins you.

“Stop being grumpy and come to me! I need a hug!”

She secures the lock first, but eventually does as predicted - joins your side on the couch. There’s still doubt on her face which you’re not at all worried about. These moments with Seungwan are the only way for you to experience normality. It tastes of the woman’s favorite toothpaste, feels like a fluffy rug, sounds like scoffs and occasional laughter.

“The things I do for you.” There’s still anger in her gaze, though much gentler than the one that welcomed you few minutes earlier.

JOY

It lasts a moment. In just a matter of few innocent seconds, she turns from a blonde in over-sized clothes to the Sooyoung you know, but maybe that shouldn’t be said. The passenger side in your ride quickly goes from free to occupied, and you don’t even hesitate before pressing accelerator. A taxi driver you’ve pretty much almost hit, honks. Your ear registers a string of curses thrown at a “senseless fuck”. Unimportant - the window closes.

“So, I suppose it went well?”

Sooyoung is redoing her lips in the mirror. Bright red is stark on the canvas of fair complexion. The corner visible from your point of view turns upwards.

“It did. Your boss is rampaging tonight.”

“Eh.” Indifferent, you wave the image of the closest future away. “When is he not.”

Soonyoung finishes her makeup with a loud pop of lips. She’s no longer the cold Mrs. invisible you saw earlier. Now, she’s the version you’re the most familiar with - the happy-go-lucky girl that happens to be doing shady business on the side.

“Where are we going?” She leans over the armrest to stare at you. Her chin rests on a hand, like a child does when watching movies. “Or wait, don’t tell me! I want it to be a surprise!”

“In a few minutes you’ll change your mind again.” Without missing a beat (this time), you change lanes.

“Yeah, probably. And you won’t tell me either way.”

“That’s just how well we know one another.” Your smiles meet.

Soonyoung returns to her previous position, but leaves her arm behind. An open palm catches your attention. Fingers wiggle in anticipation. Amused, but in no position to reject them, you give in. Soonyoung’s grip is a strong one, full of need and comfort.

The car zooms through the city sunken in the remnants of a sunset. Pedestrians walk by, unaware that someone who should be behind bars is passing them. Same with the drivers. The thought makes your heart flutter from excitement. An overpowering feeling of having the world at your mercy causes you to put more pressure on accelerator. Soonyoung’s thumb caresses the side of your hand. Her red lips are a stable point on the blurry and constantly changing background.

YERI

Funny how the two of you live for the adrenaline.

“Isn’t it a bit risky?” You ask, swiping the corner of her lips with your thumb.

Yerim’s eyes follow, as you put the crimson colored tip in your own mouth. It humors her, and drives crazy at the same time.

“You love risky.” Neither of you address the tension, nor are oblivious to it.

Music may be blasting above you, but right now, here, by the bar, it’s just you two, a pair of bodies pressing at each other’s side without doing much more. Truth be told, the crowd is so busy with itself, you don’t know why you’re too hesitant to follow their lead, and join them with Yerim.

Your eyes meet again. These rendezvous that the two of you have every now and then are a rare occasion. Therefore, you always make an effort to take everything about the notorious Kim Yerim in, starting from the depth of her gaze, ending at the height of her heels. She’s a masterpiece, and your worst (best) rival, but not tonight. Tonight, she’s your alluring date.

Her head moves a little bit closer, pink lips opening to speak.

“Are you sure you don’t want to dance?” Yerim’s brows rise in a manner that could seem innocent to anyone else. But you know what she means, and you want to tease her a bit before eventually giving in.

“Why? Am I boring you with my wine?” Acting indifferent to her hand on your thigh, you grab a glass and sip on it.

She smirks knowingly, but sighs anyway. It’s all just an act to keep you going. Something of a roleplay - faking that you’re not putty in each other’s hands. The truth is much different. Had Yerim’s tone been stricter, you would have been the one to lead her onto dancefloor.

“What’s wrong with it?” Before Yerim gets a chance to respond, she makes a face of surprise, and pulls out her phone.

You don’t have to ask to get a gist of the situation. It’s business. As always.

Yerim meets your gaze with evident sadness. But that’s your line of work, and you’re not the one to keep someone from doing what they have to do.

“Just go.” You smile bitterly. “Before I try to steal your job.”

The kiss she gives you is too short, and too weak for your liking.

“I’ll text you later.”

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[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 14 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Hey friends! Hope you like this one! Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Violet agreed to a date with Sutan, and to her delight, he was just as charming as the night they’d met.

This Chapter: Chocolate cake is the only acceptable apology.

***

Courtney entered the conference room with an armful of drinks, helping Violet set up for the design meeting. She was stopped in her tracks when she realized that Violet was humming, very softly, under her breath, so surprised that she almost dropped the bottles, a gasp coming from her.

Violet looked up at the sound, her eyes sharp.

“What?”

“Uh...nothing. Is this enough Red Bull?” Courtney asked.

“Not even close. Alyssa insists that she needs--” Violet sighed before saying the words, “--go-go juice. You’ll want to get at least 3 more cans.”

“Okay!” Courtney scampered back to the kitchenette to grab the additional drinks, and when she returned, she saw that Violet’s usual neutral expression was a tiny, secret smile. Courtney put a hand on her hips, a grin spreading across her face.

“What?” Violet asked, looking up at her with an exasperated sigh.

Courtney leaned on the table, guessing, “You’re seeing someone.”

“What?” Violet blushed all the way to her ears. “That’s not any of your business-”

“Oh my god you are seeing someone!”

Violet had spent the last two days either texting Sutan or working. The man was endlessly fascinating, his reply to her texts keeping Violet glued to her personal phone in a way she had never tried before.

They had eaten lunch together yesterday, Violet hiding everything that could identify her as an assistant at the bottom of her handbag.

Conversation had flown freely, Sutan full of stories and Violet liked listening to him talk. He had given her a sweet goodbye kiss on the street that made her weak in the knees before his driver had taken her back to Galactica.

Dating Sutan felt perfect, except for the lingering hurt that overshadowed everything each time she saw Pearl.

“Courtney, we’re at work-” Violet almost looked panicked as she desperately gestured towards the wall that was shared with Fame’s office.

“Come on we both know that thing’s soundproof. Tell. Me. Everything! Who is it, do I know them?!”

“Please-”

“Is it someone I know? Oh my god...it’s Pearl. It’s Pearl, isn’t it?”

Courney recalled the way Pearl had been so obviously flirting, a strangely funny feeling in her stomach remembering how excited she’d felt while watching them.

“I’ve started seeing someone, but-”

“You have?! Omigod, that’s amazing! Have you had sex?”

Violet groaned, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. “I’d never have sex with someone on the first date, that isn’t-”

“Is Pearl a good kisser?”

“Stop!” Violet didn’t even realize how loudly she had said the word until she had already done it. She slapped her hand over her mouth, looking completely mortified.

The both stood in complete silence for a moment before Violet turned to Courtney, hissing through gritted teeth.

“Don’t pretend like you know me, Courtney. I’m your superior. I don’t, my personal life isn’t any of your business and I- Just. Don’t. Okay? Just don’t.”

Courtney bit her lip, guilt washing over her. In her enthusiasm for some juicy gossip, she’d obviously hit a nerve.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep.” She lined up a few cans of Dr. Pepper for Alaska before admitting, “My friends say that I’m an oversharer.”

“You don’t say,” Violet replied flatly, but there wasn’t any venom in her voice.

“Sometimes I forget that other people are more private. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Violet nodded, “Now give me some of that go-go juice.”

***

Violet was late. Not fashionably late, but actually late late.

Sutan had invited her over to his apartment for dinner, and while Violet had been a bit apprehensive at first, she couldn’t wait to see where Sutan lived. There was so much about him that was a mystery, and while Violet knew curiosity killed the cat, she needed to know.

She had cancelled dinner by text, and given Sutan a new ETA, but she had overshot that deadline by 20 minutes as well. Fame had held her back at work, her boss demanding that she stayed for the extra meeting with design, Trixie and Fame running through the pieces that had been sent up from tailoring.

She was really and truly royally fucked.

Violet groaned as she hoisted her totebag back up her shoulder, her handbag digging into her elbow, a white box balancing on her hand. She hadn’t meant to bring half of the office with her, but Fame had asked her last minute to take some fabric samples home to Trixie, and Violet would rather die than admit that she wasn’t going home, so here she was.

Sutan had texted her his apartment number, but Violet still paused for a moment. She so desperately wanted to check her makeup, to make sure that everything about her was perfectly presentable, but she had already made Sutan wait way too long, and she wasn’t sure if she could even get herself untangled without dropping everything.

Violet took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

At first, no one answered, Violet nearly panicking that she was on the wrong floor, but then, the door opened.

“Hello Violet.” Sutan was wearing a black fitted t-shirt and dark jeans, and Violet realised this was the first time she had seen him without a suit on. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “You’re late.”

“I know.” Violet cringed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” If the earth opened and swallowed her up, it’d be less painful. “I got so caught up at work and I-”

Violet could feel her throat close up, panic scratching in her chest, but then, Sutan did something totally unexpected. He leaned forward, catching her lips in a kiss, and for a second, the entire world disappeared.

Sutan broke away, taking a step back as he pulled her into his apartment, and closed the door behind her.

“Sutan I-”

“We’re okay.” Sutan interrupted, and Violet felt a rush of relief go through her. “I mean, of course I don’t love you being almost 2 hours late-”

“I wasn’t 2 hours late-” Violet was 1 hour and 28 minutes late, which was an entirely different story.

“But we’re both professionals in a demanding industry. It’s August, Fashion Week claims it’s victims, I get it.”

“Thank you.” Violet blushed. “I promise I’m a lot better at work.”

“You work at Galactica,” Sutan smirked, “I’d expect nothing less.” He reached out, and Violet realized he was offering to help her with her bags. She shuffled her handbag down her arm, her tote following right behind, and Sutan took both. It wasn’t until he peeked into the tote bag, that Violet realized she had made a mistake.

“Are these fabric samples?”

“Umh-” Violet didn’t know what to say, her tongue tripping over itself. She didn’t want to lie, but if Sutan assumed? Was that all that bad? “It’s, umh, it’s for-”

“I know, I know.” Sutan smiled, closing the bag again. “Company secret, no one can know, collection isn’t out yet. I can’t help it, I’m a noisy bastard” He put the tote on a table, Violet’s handbag earning a place right next to it. “What’s in the box?”

“Oh.” Violet had completely forgotten the white box. “It’s cake, I brought dessert-” Violet held it out. “Since I didn’t make it in time for dinner.” She had ordered the cake right after she had sent off the text, a delivery boy dropping it off at the office while Fame was ranting away. “It’s chocolate.”

Chocolate was one of the few treats that could tempt Raja, so Violet hoped that the same would be true for her twin.

“An apology cake…”

“Know what? We’re more than okay.” Sutan smiled, taking the box while Violet took her jacket off. “Keep apologizing like this, and you can be late whenever you want.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Sutan’s apartment reminded Violet so much of Raja’s office--strangely so. There was the same heavy oak furniture, the same rich colors and thick rugs. Violet didn’t know a lot about interior design, but it wasn’t at all what she was expecting from the man who dressed with such clean, simple lines.

“Sit down-” Sutan pointed towards a purple velvet couch as he placed the cake on the coffee table. “I’ll get us forks.”

***

Violet couldn’t pinpoint exactly how her and Sutan had ended up kissing, the piece of cake they had shared barely touched. Sutan’s hand was in her hair, his fingers ruining the carefully styled curls, but it didn’t matter as she got to rock against him, her core burning hot as she sat on his lap, her arms around his neck.

“Let’s get this off you.”

Violet nodded, and Sutan pulled back. If she was honest, she had picked her silk shirt for that reason, the tiny buttons just waiting to be popped open, but as she leaned back to make space, when she expected Sutan to go straight for her shirt and what she knew every man was after, he leaned forward, grabbing her shoe just as Violet moved her arms, and it was too late before she realized her mistake, the two of them fumbling to the floor with a thump.

“Fuck!”

“Violet! Are you okay?!” Sutan had grabbed her head immediately, his big hands holding her, his weight on top of her.

Oh god she was such an embarrassment, not even able to sit on a couch right.

“I’m fine- I’m- I’m fine…” Violet cracked an eye open, terrified of what she’d see on Sutan’s face.

“Thank god.” Violet didn’t understand, but as she opened her eyes fully, she saw Sutan smiling down at her, his entire face lit up, as if what had just happened didn’t mean anything. “I guess you could say-” His smile grew even wider. “That I just fell for you.”

He burst into laughter, and Violet felt herself laugh with him, his joke so utterly stupid and yet so absolutely perfect, all of the tension disappearing completely from the situation.

She knew she had to look a mess, her shoes still on her feet, her face without a doubt red, her makeup smeared, but somehow, somehow, with that laugh, that wonderful laugh, it didn’t really matter.

It felt like weight had just been lifted from her shoulders, as if she had been freed from a burden she didn’t even know that she was carrying. Violet felt joy in her chest, still laughing, everything bubbling out of her as she quickly pushed her shoes off with toes, hooking her ankles behind Sutan’s back, bringing him even closer to her.

***

Sitting back on his knees, Sutan got to take a look at Violet, the woman lying on his bed. He had carried her in from the living room, and Sutan was so very happy he had asked his housekeeper to be extra thorough with her cleaning, the sheets fresh and crisp.

Violet was a work of art. He had opened her shirt, a black lace bra teasing him with the promise of the delicious tits he had barely had time to see in the car. She had stepped out of her skirt and shoes herself, and Sutan had bitten back a groan when he saw her stockings, Violet of course the type of woman who wore a garter belt just because.

“Please-” Violet reached out, her fingers grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt, tugging up on the fabric. “Please?”

“Of course.” Sutan pulled his shirt over his head, and while most other men in their 40’s would probably worry about disappointing, Sutan knew he looked good, the gym regime his personal trainer refused to budge on keeping him in shape.

“Mmh...” Violet smiled, one of her fingers gliding over his stomach. “I like your tattoos.”

Sutan chuckled. He had gotten most of them in his teens and twenties, Raja’s skin a mirror of his own. They were slowly fading, black lines turning grey on tanned skin, but they were a part of him.

“Less flattery-” Sutan climbed back on top of Violet, leaning on his arm on the side of her head. “More kissing.”

Violet giggled and soon they were grinding together, their bodies pushing against each other. He could feel how she was aching, her pussy burning hot against his hip, and her panties had to be soaked through.

“What do you want?” Sutan kissed the corner of her mouth, peppering kisses on her.

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

Violet groaned, the frustrated sound causing Sutan to laugh.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

Violet dug her nails into Sutan’s forearm, “Please.”

“My pleasure.” Sutan pulled back once again, fumbling with his belt buckle, when he saw that Violet was trying to wiggle out of her panties.

“Fuck…” Sutan stopped what he was doing, watching Violet before he grabbed her wrists and pulled her away. “Let me.”

He leaned down, slowly kissing his way down Violet’s chest and onto her stomach until he could take the fabric of her panties between his teeth, pulling them down, the scent of her filling his nose as he kissed his way up her thigh.

Violet became completely still underneath him, almost frozen in place, not a sound coming from her.

This wasn’t normally the reaction he received when he was about to eat a girl out, so Sutan stopped. When he looked up, Violet’s eyes were clenched shut, her teeth buried in her lip, the signs of pleasure from seconds ago no longer clear in her expression.

“Are you okay?” Sutan gently ran his hand over Violet’s stomach, now feeling with his hand just how tightly wound her muscles were.

“Yes-” Violet groaned, but the sound was so different. “I’m fine, keep going.”

“You don’t seem fine…” Sutan sat up on his elbow.

“Just get it done!” Violet snapped, which made Sutan pull away completely.

“Hey, hey...” He quickly crawled up the bed, laying next to Violet on his side, his head propped up on his arm, his other hand still on Violet’s stomach, the muscles there already a lot less tense. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to with me…”

Violet looked up at Sutan, the shame clearly visible in her face. “I’m sorry. I just don’t… that.” Violet vaguely gestured, “I don’t like it very much.”

Ah. It wasn’t often that Sutan met them, but there were girls who didn’t like being eaten out, and it seemed like Violet was one of them.

“Don’t ever apologize for that.” Sutan leaned down, gently kissing her until he could feel her relax.

“But I ruined the mood.” Violet bit her lip, and the gesture made Sutan’s cock jump slightly. He took her hand, putting it on top of his jeans, and he could see the blush return to her cheeks.

“You haven’t ruined anything, lovely eyes.”

Violet nodded, accepting the kiss Sutan gave her. Violet’s hand was still on his cock, her fingers slowly squeezing and he wasn’t even sure if she was aware that she was doing it, but as Sutan ran a hand over her stomach and down between her legs, he felt Violet gasp, the girl bucking against him as two fingers gently parted her folds, everything still wet and hot.

“Nothing is ruined.”

***

Violet was lying on Sutan’s chest. She was pleasantly sore and wonderfully relaxed, the sex some of the best she had ever had, not that she had a lot to compare it with. Sutan was endlessly better than her first boyfriend, but it somehow didn’t feel fair to hold Milk to the standard of a grown man when they had done it in dorm beds, their sex defined by exhaustion after long days of work or started by the simple need feel the other ones body, both of them terrified that they’d be discovered.

Violet hid a yawn, the fact that she was so comfortable actually a problem.

“Do you need the bathroom?” Sutan looked down, his hand slowly running up and down her bare back.

“No.” Violet sat up, her hair without a doubt a mess, but she didn’t miss how Sutan’s eyes instantly went to her breasts. “I have to go.”

“You have to go?” Sutan pushed himself up. He was smiling, but he also looked a little confused. “I’m not kicking you out?”

“I know.” Violet gave him a gentle peck, “But I have work tomorrow and I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”

Violet didn’t want to know what time it was, didn’t want to even think about how hard it’d be to get up the following day, but she had done worse, and she’d survive this too.

“I’ll call you a cab.”

Violet kissed Sutan one last time before she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the hunt for her bra beginning.

“I can get one myself.”

“I insist.” Sutan got out of bed too, and if Violet took a second or two to look at him, that was her business. “It’s the least I can do.”

[bangtan-gal]

Sailing on Clouds

Johnny Seo x Fem!Reader

Captain!Johnny Fairytale!AU Pirate!AU

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: angst, fluff, messed up relationships, mentions of past abuse, almost deaths, death

A/N: there will be no part 2

You were certain you hadn’t gone to sleep on a boat, but when you opened your eyes, you were greeted by a wooden ceiling and the ground gently rolling below you. With a groan, you sat up and struggled to adjust to the dim lighting. Sounds of waves slapping against solid surfaces were loud and the ship rocked wildly. You could faintly hear voices shouting at one another. 

You were given no time to figure out where you were or how you got there, because light slanted through the dim room. Wood creaked and heavy boots stomped along the floor. You whirled around and pursed your lips as a man shuffled through boxes. Then his eyes moved beyond the boxes and locked. A weak smile stretched over your lips as you tried to come up with an excuse. 

He didn’t even give you a chance to talk as his fingers dug painfully into your upper forearm and he dragged you up the stairs with him. You kept spluttering, random bits of words falling from your lips but you didn’t come up with a single sentence. You shielded your eyes from the light as you stood in the middle of the ship, surrounded by rugged men. 

“Cap’n!” The man holding you shouted. You cringed and tried to move away from his loud voice. “I found us a stowaway!”

You followed your captor’s gaze and watched as a tall man walked towards. Unlike the rest of the men around you, he wasn’t rugged or dirty. He had a handsome face with full lips, a sharp jawline, and dark, mischievous eyes. Nerves started to bundle in your stomach, worse than before as you looked around. You stood in a sea of bandanas, funky looking hats, eyepatches, and gold teeth. 

These weren’t sailors.

They were pirates.

The Captain stopped in front of you, his eyes running up and down your figure. Something stormy was brewing in his eyes behind the amusement. He looked his thumbs through his belt loops and motioned for the man holding you to let go. You rubbed your arm, sending a glare his way and then turned back to the man in front of you.

“Now how’d you get on our ship, dearie? We’ve been at sea for five days and haven’t seen you once,” he purred. His voice sent rivets running down your spine and the way he leaned closer didn’t help either. 

“Must be rather good at hidin!” Someone from the group shouted. It wasn’t remotely funny, but laughter roared through the men and even the Captain chuckled a bit. 

“I—” you paused, your thoughts racing desperately. Then you frowned. Your mother.  “I am really sorry, but I haven’t been here this whole time. You see here, my mother is this really powerful witch and she kind of randomly does these kind of things and calls them ‘tests’. I’m sure I’ll be gone in an hour… or a couple days. Who knows.”

Laughter picked up again after your explanation. The Captain leaned back and let out a scoff. He circled you like some predator and your skin prickled. He stopped behind you and you stiffened as his mouth was pressed against your ear. His warm breath tickled the hairs on the back of your neck and sent cold shivers along your nervous system.

“That’s unfortunate dearie, because where I’m from we burn witches at the stake,” he whispered. Then he grabbed your wrist and started to drag you away. You fought against him, a bad feeling roiling in your gut. You watched as men moved around and a dusty plank was thrown against the edge of the ship. 

“Wai—”

He nudged you towards the plank until you were on it.  It tremored underneath you and creaked. Your breath caught in your throat and you stared at the sparkling blue water. It was gorgeous, but you weren’t the best swimmer.

“I’m sure it was by pure magic that you landed in the bay dearie, now I hope you like freezing water,” he chirped and then his eyes darted past you to the water. A wide grin appeared and his teeth were shockingly white. “Oh look at that! A Kremefluse!”

Something clawed angrily at your stomach and it definitely wasn’t hunger. Kremefluse were nasty creatures with millions of legs and even more teeth. They were too small to attack ships and large boats, but small fishing boats and unfortunate swimmer were an easy snack. There was no way to outswim them either, they could go over a hundred miles per hour and were super agile.

Basically, you were dead.

“Hey, please, I swear I’m not ly—”

You were cut off as a cheer started to erupt among the madmen around you.

“Let the witch drown! Let the witch drown!” 

He grinned at you.

“Considering you got a little cutie waiting for you, I won’t tie your hands,” he said. You glared at him, but it disappeared once he shoved you to the edge of the plank. Were these people seriously this sadistic? “Jump dearie, anytime now.”

You pursed your lips and looked over your shoulder.

“It’d be easier if you just pushed me,” you mumbled. He rolled his eyes and then carelessly stepped on the plank. It leaned down under his added weight. His hands pressed against your shoulder blades and then he pushed you.

This was a test from your mother, just like all the others. The thousands of other test you’d done, in different places, with different scenarios, and different people. If there was one thing you learned, it was how to be quick on your feet. Your hand wrapped firmly around his wrist and with the momentum the two of you already had, the both of you tumbled into the ocean.

There was a moment of peace underwater, but that all vanished when you popped up above the surface and saw the monster moving towards you. The Captain was sputtering beside you and the men above you were screaming orders at one another. The two of you made eye contact for a quick second, his full of surprise and something close to joy and yours narrowed into slits. 

Then you were tugged down as the tentacles wrapped around your legs. You took one last deep breath, your hand tightening around his wrist as the two of you were dragged off. Your ears popped as the water raced around you and the creature sped through the water. No one really knew if Kremefluses ate you or if they just dragged you off. That was what scared you the most: racing into the unknown, getting dragged by a terrifying sea creature, and connected to a complete stranger who was completely ready to let you die. 

He was pressed closer to you as the speed picked up. His face pressed against your shoulder. As seconds turned into minutes you felt your lungs start to burn. You pressed your three fingers against your palm and crossed your index over your thumb. Your lips were cold when you pressed your fingers to them. 

The water around your head turned to air. Then you remembered the pirate beside you and although he seemed cruel and your mother always taught you to get revenge, you couldn’t. He was human, just like you. You did the same motion and pressed your hand to his mouth. His eyes flew open and he breathed in deeply. 

Your fingers grew cold and you lost track of time. Small fish and turtles zipped past you. The creature swam around a group of jellyfish and scared a herd of whales out of its way. Finally, it started to slow down and then it came to a stop. It’s tentacles loosened and the creature turned on you, head tilted and blue eyes wide. It seemed surprised to find you alive and then it made a shrugging motion and swam away. 

Real air filled your lungs as you popped above the surface. He paddles beside you, black hair matted to his forehead. You were exhausted from just the two spells and willingly let him drag you towards the shore. The two of you collapsed against the warm gray sand. Your breathing was shallow.

As you lifted your head, you frowned. You knew this place; actually, you knew it too well. This was your mother’s island, your home. You cursed under you breath as you scrambled to sit up.

“We have to go,” you hissed. You grabbed his hand and forced him to stand up. He was just as dazed as you, but he followed willingly. 

“Did you save my life back there?” He asked as the two of you stumbled along the sand. You pursed your lips, thinking about how you were probably going to have to try and do it again. 

“I couldn’t just let you die.”

       He went silent and you were grateful for that. If this was one of your mother’s tests, you had to get the hell out of here before she found you. This had been one of her newest lessons: teach you how to embrace the “dark side” of your powers. You’d refused and this time you had a feeling that if you did, both of you would die.

You stopped once you were by a grove of trees and searched through them, trying to find the raft. The boy followed behind you, not exactly being helpful, but his presence helped you stay somewhat calm. 

“Who are you?” He murmured out of the blue. You looked back at him and then stepped away from the bushes you were trying to look over.

“Y/N, but that’s not really important right now,” you huffed, pushing past him and trying to find anything that would like remotely like a raft. Sweat started to form on your hands as you struggled to find it. This wasn’t good. You needed a way off the island and you needed it fast.

“It is if I’m supposed to properly thank you for saving my life,” he retorted and then stopped in front of you. He held out a hand and you begrudgingly took it, rolling your eyes as you shook hands. “I’m Johnny.”

“That’s nice,” you said sarcastically, “now, we need to find a raft before my mother comes and tosses our blood about like flower petals.”

He raised his eyebrow, not seeming to be aware of the danger at hand. Then he turned to the ocean, eyes scanning the horizon. You continued looking, but kept an eye on him, unsure of what was going through his head. Johnny looked over his shoulder at you and then winked. He whistled. It was loud and clean and seemed to cut through the land. 

“You’re not the only one with a little bit of magic in your pocket,” he explained at your expression. “I’m Captain for a reason: my ship always comes back to me.”

Part of you was skeptical, but your gaze still hopefully looked over the horizon, waiting for the wooden terror to come zooming over the waves. And then there it was: on the far horizon you saw the vague shape of a ship. It grew closer with ease and there were the black masts and the head of Medusa. It came to a stop about twenty feet out and then a little boat fell from it and zipped through the water. 

Johnny grinned at you.

“Well, off we go,” he murmured, holding out his hand to you. You shook your head and backed away. 

“You can go… but if I go with you, I’ll put you in danger,” you sighed and then nudged him towards his escape. He frowned at you and marched back over to you. 

“You said we’ll die soon and I’m not going to leave you here to get slaughtered,” he huffed. You stared up at him, your heart started to pound. No one ever cared about you, the witch’s daughter. They all thought you deserved to die along beside your despicable mother.  But still, you shook your head and closed your eyes.

“I have a better chance of surviving if you’re not here,” you whispered and pressed your hand over his heart, staring at him. You willed him to leave and never come back to look for you. “I can protect myself.”

For a second he seemed persuaded, his eyes glazing over as your wishes filled his head. But it was broken when a shill shout of joy filled the air and then a loud cackling. You whirled around, eyes widening as you mother walked along the shore, her eyes focused not on you, but on the man behind you. You stepped in front of him, forcing her attention onto you. 

“MY dear daughter!” She called, “I see you’ve brought that insufferable man straight to my clutches.”

“No I didn’t, he’s leaving unharmed,” you snapped. She raised an eyebrow at you and then laughed again.

“Honey, I’ve always warned you.”

The ground beneath you rumbled and you stumbled backwards, making sure to keep Johnny behind you. Fire was swirling around your mother and it felt like you swallowed all your courage. She was stronger than you. 

You looked at the boat and then back at Johnny.

“Please go,” you whispered. He shook his head, his hand finding yours. 

“Duck!” He shouted, grabbing you and tumbling to the ground. Heat blazed over you and you shook, fear starting to creep like ice along your body. You looked up to find your mother gone from her spot. You hurried to stand up and found that now she stood behind you, merely two feet away. Once again her focus was on the Captain, malice and curiosity burning in her eyes. She approached him and you grabbed her hand before she could touch him.

“Mother, please,” you begged. 

She glared at you.

“Your patience for humans will always surprise me.”

She waved her hand and you were thrown away. You rolled through the water and pushed up, gasping for air. She stood over Johnny and you didn’t even realize you were crying as you screamed at her to stop. You struggled through the water towards them as her hand started to close around his throat. Desperation filled you as you scooped up a handful of wet sand, muttered the incantation under your breath, and threw it in their direction. It landed by Johnny and then he disappeared and your mother stood over a plume of black smoke that quickly dissipated. 

She glared at you.

“He tried to kill you and you still save his life?”She shrieked. You shook in your spot, your vision starting to swim. “You even cry for him! I’m trying to protect you and teach you our ways and you reject me. Humans will always let you down!”

Your mother marched through the water towards you, her hand wrapping around you wrist. Pain whirled through your body and you sobbed again, your head dropping. Heat started to race through your body and her grip on your wrist only seemed to become harder.

“Most of them have rejected me and let me down,” you cried, “but that doesn’t mean they deserve death.”

You bit your lip, struggling to meet her gaze.

“And he was the first person who ever really cared for me mom,” you whispered.

Her eyes darkened and the heat that was spreading over your body became unbearable. Then it all disappeared and everything around you faded into darkness.  You faintly heard a loud shout coming from far away but then you were gone.

And in your place sat a small tree.

[connoisseuroffineart]

Ghost of You Chapter 1

Enjoy the first chapter my lovelies!

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The taxi slowly pulls into the driveway as I pick up my two large duffel bags and my mother hugs me one last time, wiping loose strands of hair out of my face.

“Have fun in Darwin and stay safe.” She says, her voice snobbish and raspy as I pull out of her embrace and nod at her, my heart pounding wildly in my chest as I turn away from the home I’ve known for the past four years and into the great unknown.

The admittance letter in the back pocket of my black jeans feels like it’s burning holes with the guilt I feel for leaving my mother, but I manage to turn away from her and walk numbly to the awaiting taxi. The driver kindly smiles at me and offers to take my bag but when I calmly turn him down, he just shrugs his shoulders and opens the boot of the car to which I carefully place my bags down. The driver slams it shut before walking back around to his side of the car.

I glance at my mother briefly and smile weakly before climbing into the passenger seat of the car and closing the door after me when my phone begins vibrating in the pocket of my black leather jacket.

I pull out the viciously vibrating phone and take it off silent as I answer the awaiting call with a vague, “Hello?”

“Hi there, my name is Candy. I’m the assistant to the dean of the Scintilla Music Academy, Hannah Ustamu, and I was just wondering if this is the phone number belonging to Shayla Holmes?” A chirpy voice says down the line.

The taxi pulls out of the driveway as I wave one last time at my mum before replying, “It is. What can I do for you Miss Higkin?” “I just need to know if you’ll be attending the opening ceremony this afternoon for all students? I’m currently doing the rounds and just ensuring everyone gets the message.” She squeaks in answer, as I huff out a sigh and turn to my driver with a playfully bored face.

“How long will this drive take sir?” I ask, my hand covering the mic on my phone. “Approximately two hours to Melbourne miss.” He replies, his eyes keenly watching his surroundings as we drive out of my quiet suburban street and on to the main road that will lead me out of this rowdy town.

I pull my hand away from my phone and ask, “When is the service?” “At 2pm this afternoon. The new comers' tour begins at 12 though and I believe you come under that category.” She replies immediately, her voice still bouncy and cheery.

I sigh loudly and reply, “I’ll be there hopefully. It takes a couple of hours to get there.”

She goes on about being prompt to these sorts of assemblies, so I just go along with her and agree to her terms as the drive rolls along and the chirpy assistant continues on talking to me about new student procedures and different rules for different situations. Eventually, she hangs up the call and I begin to watch the trees roll by.

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I only have three minutes to spare as we approach the turn off that leads into the Academy’s grounds.

“She seemed like quite the talker that one.” The driver chuckles from the driver’s seat. I groan in agitation and mumble in agreement, “That’s Mum for you.”

I look ahead once more as the elaborately modern school gates open in front of us.

I can’t help but stare in awe as a few students mill about underneath great trees and sit down on crazily designed benches made of different materials.

The taxi pulls up in the drop off section in front of a seemingly double storied building that is made entirely of concrete with panels of windows that dress the walls in long zig-zag patterns, protruding from the exterior in rugged ways.

The driver pops the boot once more and places my bags on the ground beside the car as I open up my door and step out into the summer breeze that brushes its way through the loose bun on my head. I smile at the driver and pass him a fifty dollar note before picking up my bag and walking into the building where I find a small litter of students waiting nervously in the corner of entryway, listening to a lady dressed in a black long-sleeved dress that seemed so casual it was stylish. She had matched it with a tight up-do with cropped bangs, showing off the heart-shaped earrings that dangled from her earlobes, as well as a black cross body bag with golden chain and matching black boots with golden buttons on them.

The group looks my way as I begin walking towards them, keenly aware that the lady was in the middle of speaking when she abruptly stops and addresses me directly, “Miss Holmes. How nice of you to finally join us.”

I smile awkwardly and say, “My taxi just dropped me off. I apologize for intruding.”

She nods and turns to face me with a warm smile. “That’s absolutely fine. I had just started to give out dormitory numbers. It seems you were next on my list.”

I nod slightly as she reads out ‘18’ and hands me a key before giving me brief directions to the juniors dormitory building on the other side of the campus. I thank her for the kindness before leaving, a few students also beginning to follow suit as we make our way to our designated rooms.

We get lost a few times but other students that walk past gladly give us directions which help our walk through the enigmatically designed school all the more strenuous. But, we eventually reach our destination and clamber our way up the stairwell that runs down the side of the building.

I’m told I’m on the top floor which takes me a while to drag my now heavy bags up the nine flights of stairs, before I collapse on the landing at the top in a sweaty and tired mess.

I hear a chuckle echo from down the hall and find another girl standing there in a pastel pink jumper with matching cat ears and a pair of white jeans. It’s so brightly coloured, I swear it almost burnt my eyes.

“You must be Shayla.” She says brightly.

Great, another bright and bouncy person.

“Yes, I am.” I moan from my position on the floor. She chuckles at me and skips over to me where she leans over the top and looks down upon me with keen interest.

“Do you need help?” She asks, her heavily died galaxy hair drooping down in front of her eyes as I shake my head and stand up with a huff. I pick up my heavy bags once again and carry them to my room across the hall from little miss pastel where I find the door open wide and the room completely void of colour or decoration.

“My name’s Caroline but everyone calls me Carly by the way. I guess we’re going to be floor mates.” She says with a gleaming smile.

I throw my bags down on my double bed and walk over to the curtains by the window and pull them open to find a great view of the lake bordering the school grounds. I sigh heavily and turn to Carly with a small smile.

“Shayla, but I assume you already knew that.” I reply as I stick out my hand politely for a handshake. Carly’s grin widens as she pushes my hand aside and throws her arms around me and embraces me tightly.

I squeak briefly as Carly then releases me and squeals, “We’re going to be good friends. I can feel it in my knees.” “Your knees? Don’t you mean fingers?” I ask with a curious smile.

She shakes her head with a little giggle and says, “Think of it like Karen in Mean Girls, how she feels it in her boobs. On another note though, right now we gotta get to the administration building again. We have our newbies tour that starts in fifteen minutes.”

I shake my head and gesture for her to lead the way to which she grabs my wrist and drags me out of my room to which I slam the door shut after me, hearing the lock click in place before we dash back down the stairs.

“Are we going to have to keep taking the stairs for the rest of the year?” I ask tiredly as we walk out of the clean dormitory building and back on to the paved brick paths of the campus.

She shakes her head once more and explains that the elevator is out of order due to some student party last night. She described how some people decided to graffiti all the walls and fill it with shaving cream, toilet paper and soft drink bottles filled with urine. I cringed the whole way through the story but find myself laughing by the end due to her funny facial expressions to match the different scents that filled the whole elevator bay.

We reach the admin building in the nick of time and find the same lady from this morning waiting there patiently for everyone to arrive, her eyes now hidden behind thick black framed glasses as she reads over a whole heap of papers in front of her.

People begin to slowly flock in and eventually, our guide looks up from her documents and begins to lead us through the school grounds, describing its extremely modern history in extreme depth and explaining where our main classes will be for the duration of our stay.

“This year, you all applied to join this course and out of the three thousand people that applied, only you eighteen were chosen,” She explains with a wide grin, her hazel eyes shimmering brightly as she speaks. “You know what you all signed up for and you know that only two of you will end up graduating by the end of this year and moving on to your senior years where you will possibly sign on to a label.”

I can’t help but shiver at her words and look around nervously as I hear a few snickers and sly comments fly through the group.

However, she looks at each of us with a smirk that could start wars and says with a voice like silk, “But, on that sour note, let me introduce you to your new best friend. The auditorium.”

[heyoricohannah]

Post Bar Mitzvah Part 5:

Buffy regrets nothing more than allowing for TJ to have that venti sized coffee he got himself, currently swearing that if he loses focus one more time during their tutoring session in the library, she’s going to smack a textbook over his head.

“TJ...Please.” She glares, and it just makes him guffaw.

“What? What Buffy? What?” He can’t rid of his smug smile.

“Y-“

“Huh?” His voice raises. “You’re the one that wanted me staying awake. Huh? Yeah? Don’t you remember?” He starts to laugh.

“That doesn’t mean I said to down half a coffee in the span of forty seconds.” She snaps.

“C’monnn.” TJ starts relentlessly tapping his fingers on the table. “Let’s take a break.”

“We barely even started! Do you want back on the team or not?!” She asks.

“Mmm let’s not talk about that right now. Let’s talk about you. Things’ll feel weird without you here.”

She rolls her eyes. “If you keep this up, then I won’t miss you.”

He cackles. “Ehhhh you’re funny. Oh hey, I’ve been meaning to ask. Does Cyrus like Jonah-?”

Buffy sharply shushes him. “Keep your voice down, okay?” She looks around in concern despite them being the only ones there.

TJ gasps excitedly. “Huh! I knew it.”

“I never said he did.” She snaps.

“Pfttt, whatever dude, I have eyes.” TJ grins. “And you know what else I can see?” He shakes his legs momentarily and playfully cups his hands around his eyes.

“What.” She purposely glances off.

“That ya still have the hots for Marty.” TJ’s arms smack down against his sides.

She scowls at him instantly. “Shut up or I’ll never help you again! Not that you’re taking any of this seriously anyway!” She goes off.

“Alright, alright, geez!” He laughs. “Alright, I’m sorry, I won’t talk about your looove life.” He finishes off in a zany voice.

“Ugh.” She cringes. “Like I could never want one.”

“Why not? It’s fun! Not that I would know, but c’mon! Take your cares off, just date him!”

“It’s not that easy, TJ.” She scowls. “Just stop talking about it.”

“Awww, c’mon. You can tell me.” TJ scoots closer and moves his right ear towards her face. “C’mon. Whisper it to me. Do it-Owe!” He yells, feeling Buffy pinch his earlobe and laughing at her hysterically when he moves back.

“C’monnnn, Buffy. You’re leaving soon. Laugh a little!”

“Quit saying ‘c’mon’!” She exclaims, sighing exasperatedly when the librarian makes her return and gathering together her things, getting up and walking past her towards the exit. “Try and make sure he doesn’t leave.”

She doesn’t need him following her.

For her sake, he doesn’t, and she goes back to the cafeteria, where she sits down next to Jonah and across from Andi with a dissatisfied grunt.

“Where’s TJ?” Andi asks.

“Did you guys fight again?” Jonah assumes.

“TJ, is hyped up on caffeine, and is driving me crazy.”

The other two can’t help but snicker.

“Where’d Cyrus go.” She asks.

“He said he’d be right back.” Andi says, Jonah shrinking down in his chair and avoiding eye contact.

“What’d you give him?” She asks Jonah.

“Huh?” He looks up at them. “Oh. Nothing. Just, something of mine for him to read over.”

“Do you need feedback?” Buffy asks.

“No.” He responds hastily. “Thank you, no. Uh.” He carefully stands up. “I should probably go eat something, you guys want anything...?”

“No...” The girls notice that he’s begun to sweat

“Okay.” He takes a deep breath before facing away and rushing off.

“Is he okay...?” Buffy keeps a close eye on him.

“I dunno...” Andi keeps her gaze on him as well. “I don’t think so. And I think I have a feeling why.”

Cyrus thinks he’s going to enter the library and be able to read Jonah’s paper in peace, until he sees TJ drumming his finger tips against the lone table he sits at it, displaying his half empty cup of iced coffee.

“Cyrus!” He beams, motioning him on over.

“Hi TJ...” Cyrus hesitantly approaches his table.

“Buffy got sick of me, sit down! What is that?” He points to Jonah’s paper.

“Oh, uh, nothing really, it’s just something Jonah wrote-“

“Ooooooooh.” TJ smiles obnoxiously. “Jonah huh.”

Cyrus blushes intensely. “Yeah...” He turns incredibly shy.

“You like him, don’t you?” TJ asks. “And I bet he likes you!”

“TJ. Let’s just not...” Cyrus feels heavily uncomfortable discussing this right now.

“Why not?!” TJ laughs. “No one’s judging you, man. Don’t you know how woke this school is?!”

“Yes, but-“

TJ starts shushing him excessively, which Cyrus finds frankly ironic. “This is a library. We have to be quiet.” He whispers.

“I just wanna read this...”

“Why? Is it a love letter?” TJ grins.

“No, TJ.”

“I wanna see.” He goes grabbing for it.

“No!” Cyrus stands up and holds it back. “It’s private, okay?”

“It’s a love letter...” TJ whispers in a smile.

“I’m leaving.” Cyrus makes his way towards the exit.

“Wait! Come on, Buffy already left me, not you too! Please! Dude! Come on...! Cyrus? Ugh.”

Committing to his loneliness, TJ mindlessly throws himself face-up onto the floor.

The librarian would ask him to leave if it weren’t for how sorry she feels for him.

Cyrus and Jonah don’t see each other until after lunch, and on his way to third period, Cyrus catches up with him and places his hand on his shoulder.

Identifying the touch, Jonah grins and turns his way.

“It’s an excellent paper.” Cyrus tells him.

Jonah chuckles. “You think so...?”

“I know so. A plus.”

Cyrus hands it back him, making Jonah giggle. “I think you meant, L-G-B-T plus.” He jokes, making them cackle.

“I wanna write a paper on gender next.” Jonah shares.

“You totally should. I’d love to read it. So you gonna frame that thing, or what?”

Jonah glimmers. “Oh, uh, I think I’m just gonna give it back to Porter. Make sure it stays somewhere safe.”

It tears Cyrus up inside to know that Jonah absolutely doesn’t want to risk anyone else finding out about it. The worst part being that he completely understands the battle between his head and his heart. He honestly believes that it Jonah truly was straight, he wouldn’t be this scared about word getting out.

“I’ll go with you.” He doesn’t even have to ask.

They go into Ms. Porter’s empty classroom, where they kid around while setting the paper onto her desk, walking back outside and cheerfully farewelling one another before heading their separate ways.

During class, they’re all that each other can think about.

TJ may have made an utter fool of himself during his math lesson that never even had the chance to be a math lesson, but now that it’s time for basketball practice, Buffy isn’t going to let him make that same mistake, making sure that this time, he’ll be nothing but focused and prepared with ambition.

The coffee hangover isn’t exactly helping TJ achieve that.

If TJ was sky high and inexplicably rambunctious earlier, then right now he feels completely obliterated, slumping down on one of the gym benches as his head pounds with each each dribble coming from the ball that Buffy bounces around the court.

“Buffy...Please...” He begs.

She snickers and makes a perfect shot, catching the ball just in time so TJ doesn’t have to suffer.

“C’mon, Kippen, just take an allergy pill and get in here.”

“What’s the point...” He drones. “I’m not getting back on the team, anyway. It’s hopeless.”

“You’re not sounding like much of a winner right now.” She says. “C’mon, you’ll get there with the math.”

“No I won’t...” He slumps down more in his seat.

“Ugh. Alright.” Buffy’s not taking no for an answer. “Let’s go.” She sets down the ball and pulls him up from the bench.

“Buffy...”

“You could move your feet.” She suggests, snickering with him as she drags him forward across the court, TJ not even caring that his migraine worsens the more he laughs.

Marty comes inside the gym, seeing Buffy’s hands on TJ’s shoulders and her smiling back at him like there’s nobody else in the room.

Because right now as far as they know, there isn’t.

“Hey...” Marty speaks up, watching Buffy let go of TJ before they both glance his way.

“Hey...” TJ figures he should do the responding. Buffy’s already glued her eyes down to the floor again, TJ and Marty both knowing they won’t be coming back up until he’s gone.

Or, more importantly, until she’s gone.

“Um.” She looks to TJ. “I’ll see you later.”

Trudging past Marty, she doesn’t dare to look at him, flying out the doors and leaving the two boys to stare at each other in major discomfort.

“So I’m nothing but nice to her and I get turned down,” Marty starts. “And you’re a sexist jerk about her being on the team, and she’s all over you?”

“Whoa.” TJ says. “It’s,” he scoffs. “It’s not like that, okay. Things have ch-oh, come on, dude!” He whines, watching Marty flee out the room in rugged distaste.

“Owe.”

Dramatically raising his voice has brought more hurt to his head, as if the pain in his brain wasn’t already enough.

The next morning, Andi’s more than thrilled to see that Walker’s messaged her online, saying that he’s ecstatic to be speaking to her again.

Standing in the middle of the parking lot, she and repeatedly reads over the message and practically squeals, just about the attacking Buffy when she sees her walking nearby.

“Whoa, what’s wrong??” She asks her.

“Walker saw my follow and messaged me.” Andi shows her phone phone.

“Oh my gosh, that’s great!” Buffy yells over Andi’s excited laughter. “You have to meet up with him! Please! For me.”

Jonah walks up to them in the middle of their celebration.

“Hey Jonah.” They smile at him.

“Hey, morning.” He smiles at their behavior, deciding for now not to pry.

“So how’s TJ?” Andi asks Buffy, the three of them casually starting to walk around the lot.

“Well, he’s good with basketball when he’s not wallowing around in pain.”

Jonah and Andi snicker.

“But I don’t know what I’m gonna do about that kid’s attention span.” She vents as they enter inside the building.

“Jonah!” His friend Natalie comes jogging his way.

“Hey.” He and the girls greet her.

“I just wanted to say you did an amazing job.”

“On what...?” He partially laughs.

“The paper you wrote!”

“What? Natalie h-how’d you hear about that...” He worries, Andi and Buffy glancing at each other in concern.

“It’s all over school...” She thought he’d know.

“What...”

“It’s been published in the school’s paper. You’re credited.”

“By who??” He stresses, snatching away the copy that a fellow student holds and flipping right to where his paper’s been publicized, eyes dropping right down to the publisher’s name.

Gus.

Part 6:

https://heyoricohannah.tumblr.com/post/183623117101/post-bar-mitzvah-part-six-for-the-past-minute

[filmflowersbangtan]

Heartbreak Hotel

pairing: reader x jimin

genre: angst | slow burn | writer!jimin

word count: 3.7k

warnings: mentions of infidelity, very light smut

summary: when you go to the golden hours hotel, you’re there to escape. you never meant to fall in love 

pt. i 

The only reason why you drove to this hotel that was almost three hours away from home in the dead of winter was because you desperately needed to get away. There were other more convenient hotels to go, but you wanted to be where no one would think to look.

The Golden Hours Hotel was tucked in the snowy mountains of what seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. There was no cell phone reception here, it was miles away from the nearest city or town, and it was immense enough to get lost in if you weren’t careful. This was a place that people went when they didn’t want to be found.

A bellboy helped you take your luggage up to your suite. “Planning on living here for a few weeks?” he said with a laugh. But you didn’t laugh along with him. You weren’t sure how long you were going to stay here, but you could afford it. That was all that mattered. His smile faded once he realized that you weren’t in a joking mood. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”

You tipped him after your luggage was in your room and sent him about his way. The suite was spacious and drenched in warm colors. There were rugs and wooden floors, a cobblestone fireplace and a bathroom big enough to fit a dining table. If you never left this suite, you were fine with that. You didn’t have the desire to face any humans anyway.

Outside, snow was falling again quietly as the daylight went from a milky gray to a soft indigo as evening approached. You shrugged off your coat and unraveled the scarf from your neck, tossing it on a nearby armchair. You kicked off you shoes and stripped out of your freezing clothes as you started up a bath. Any other time, being in a place like this would make you happy. Any other time, your husband would be here with you, maybe even joining you in the warm bath water. But this wasn’t like any other time. Now, you weren’t happy. You were merely content that you were finally alone instead at home with your husband and lonely.

A day passed, and you finally decided to have dinner downstairs that the hotel provided at six o’ clock. A few more inches of snow gathered outside. You wondered if your husband was thinking about you right now. Was he upset that you left without a word? Did he try texting or calling you? Or was he happy that you were gone? Was that woman of his in your bed right now?

“I don’t think that chicken breast did anything wrong for you to glare at it that much,” a voice said. You weren’t sure if the person was speaking to you until you looked up to see a man standing before you with a plate in his hand that was piled with food. He was smiling, his eyes crescents and teeth on display. No one has smiled at you like that in weeks, you thought. Especially not a man this handsome.

But then you realized that now you were simply staring at him and you had to say something. “I was thinking about something,” you said, blinking a few times to gather your wits.

“I can see that. Do you mind if I sit?” He was still smiling, and you weren’t exactly sure why.

You glanced around the dining hall. Besides you and him, there were roughly four other people, which meant that there were several other empty tables without a bitter woman that was glaring at a chicken breast that she might not eat. “Why?” you said.

One side of his mouth pulled down in an expression that meant “Why not” as he shrugged with one shoulder. “Only if you don’t mind.”

You didn’t. “I do.”

Disappoint flashed across his face. It was so brief that you would’ve missed it if you weren’t so good as reading faces. “Okay. Have a nice night,” he said with another smile, this one tainted with the soft hue of rejection.

You bit your lip in guilt as he walked away. Maybe eating with a stranger wasn’t so bad. You hadn’t had an actual conversation with anyone in nearly three weeks, and being here at this hotel in the middle of nowhere where no one knew who you were… Maybe you could pretend that you were someone else. Just for a little while to shed that gloom that had been on your skin like sunscreen that wouldn’t wash off.

“Wait,” you called out to the man.

He turned back to you. His hair was a shiny black underneath the buttery yellow light of the extravagant lighting fixtures that hung on the high, vaulted beam ceilings. He raised his eyebrows at you in curiosity. Your stomach fluttered.

“I would like for you to sit with me, actually,” you internally cringed as you said these words. You hoped that you didn’t sound desperate.

His face broke into another smile. “My name is Jimin. Nice to meet you,” he said, pulling out the chair opposite to you. He sat and made himself comfortable, unwrapping the perfectly polished silverware from its embroidered cloth napkin.

“I’m __,” you said. Your food was getting cold, but you didn’t care. You hadn’t had an appetite in days.

“What brings you to the world’s loneliest hotel?” he said. He was sawing his way through his steak now. It was medium rare, and the pinkness of the meat almost made you curl your nose.

You lifted your glass of wine to your lips. “To get away. You?”

“Same here. I’m a writer, so this place is ideal for me to get my book done without the distraction of my phone.”

Were writers this good-looking? “What kind of things do you write?”

He ate a large bite of steak. Chewed and swallowed before answering, “Mystery, mainly. Sometimes thriller. They all have romance.” Something in his eye glinted when he said this, punctuating the word romance with a look at you.

A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth, but you hid it with another sip of wine. “How many books have you written?”

He laughed at that, even though you didn’t think you said anything particularly funny. “I’ve written five. I actually have a copy of my most recent one up in my suite. It’s called Pillar of Darkness.”

“Sounds interesting.” You were completely disinterested in the food on your plate now, entirely intrigued by the man before you. “So, what brings you to sit with me?”

He’s watching you as if he’s searching your expression for the correct words to say. “I just wanted some company.”

“You wanted company at the loneliest hotel in the world?”

He shrugged. “Who doesn’t want company from a beautiful woman?”

You almost gasped. The tips of your ears were on fire now. You poured yourself more wine to give your hands something to do. Beautiful? When was the last time someone called you that? “Are you flirting with me?”

“If you don’t want me to, then of course not.”

This time, you couldn’t stifle the smile that formed on your lips. He grinned as well. A feeling as warm and buttery as the lights above was curling in your chest. His eyes were on you, unwavering, and you couldn’t help but to feel special. Your veins were thrumming with an emotion that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

You cleared your throat that had suddenly gone dry. “I’d love to read that book sometime. What floor are you on?”

Coincidentally, he resided on the same floor as you, only three doors away. He unlocked his door with his key card. His room smelled like him – warm, soft and enticing – and not like your room did when you first checked in. You wondered how long he’d been staying here.

The room looked exactly like yours but flipped and looked lived in – an unmade bed, a laptop charger snaked under a coffee table, mugs with coffee rings on the inside. If the suite wasn’t as large and lavish as it was, the room would almost look messy. Especially with the papers scattered everywhere there was a horizontal surface.

“Sorry about the mess,” he said, rushing to straighten up some of the papers and put the coffee mugs in sink in the kitchenette.

“It’s okay,” you said, standing awkwardly by the doorway. You weren’t sure if you’d be staying long. Maybe he’d give you the book and you’d just leave. Earlier at dinner, you were okay with the idea of coming up to his room and having sex. But now that you were here, that adrenaline was all gone, replaced by anxiety. You hadn’t had sex with anyone other than your husband in five years. It didn’t matter if your husband hadn’t been true to you like you were to him. You weren’t a kid anymore. You couldn’t just go sleeping with any handsome guy that showed you a little bit of attention.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked, bringing your wandering mind back to the present.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”

He chuckled. “Did you drink too much wine? Wine always makes me sleepy,” he said as he finished tidying up.

You suddenly had the overwhelming desire to be alone. “Can I just get the book and go now?”

He blinked a few times at your sudden rudeness. “Uh…yeah. I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?”

“Like I said, I’m just tired. I’m only here to borrow your book, so you don’t have to clean up too much.” You didn’t know why you were being so bitter again. You couldn’t help it. Every time you thought about your husband, the bitterness just seemed to ooze out of your pores.

“Um, okay.” He rifled through a suit case and retrieved a paperback novel. He handed it to you, confusion furrowing his eyebrows. He most likely thought that this was a sex thing, too.

“When do you want it back?”

“Take your time with it. I’m no where finished with my new book. I’ll be here for a while.”

-

You didn’t leave your room for a few days, not wanting to run into Jimin because of how much of a jerk you were to him and because his book was a good read. Pillar of Darkness was about a man who works as a Private Investigator suspects his wife to be cheating, only to discover that she was, in fact, cheating on him, but she’s also plotting to kill him. Over the course of the book as he tries to save himself from her, he reminisces on when he first fell in love with her and wonders what went wrong since.

You finished the book in three days. You didn’t know what time it was when you stepped out of your suite to return the book, but when Jimin opened his door after a few of your knocks, his hair was messy and his clothes were wrinkled.

“Hey,” he said, running his fingers through his hair to fix it but it only made it worse. It stood up in all directions, but it was strangely endearing. “What brings you here this late?”

“Late? What time is it?”

He yawned and glanced down at the watch on his wrist. “Just a little past midnight.”

“Oh.” Awkwardness prickled at your scalp. “Um, sorry for waking you.”

He waved off your apology. “It’s cool. I fell asleep writing, so I wasn’t too comfortable anyway.”

A small smile found its way on your mouth. “I just came to return this.” You held out the novel for him to take, the spine now creased from use.

He took it, looking down at the title. “Wow. Either you’re a fast reader, or you thought this was a piece of shit and couldn’t finish it.”

To your surprise, laughter bubbled from within you. “I liked it. It was beautiful.”

His innocently sleepy eyes were awake now. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. It doesn’t say ‘New York Times Best-seller’ on the cover just for show, right?”

He chuckled meekly. “It didn’t seem that special to me because it seems like every book is a best-seller these days. But your compliment holds more weight.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. You figured that he liked to shrug since he did it so much. “It seems a little more personal to have someone tell you that they like something that you created face-to-face. You know? A best-seller is just a book that sells a lot of copies. It doesn’t have to be that good to do that.”

“Yeah, you’re right, I suppose. But if the book was shit, I would’ve told you.”

At that, he threw his head back and laughed so whole-heartedly that you felt yourself laughing, too. How were this guy’s emotions so contagious? “Did you want to come in? I feel kind of bad having you stand out in the hall,” he said.

The thought of going inside was tempting, but you thought better of it. “I better get going,” you said. “You should go back to sleep.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but you were already walking away.

-

Hot breath on your sweaty skin, his mouth pressing wet kisses down your neck. Thick fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your thigh.

“Do you like this?” he whispered into your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth. “Do you want me?”

You moaned, and it jolted you awake. The heat was unbearable. Sweat beaded on your skin and hairline. You kicked the blankets that were wrapped around your body until they were at the foot of the bed and you were able to breathe.

The dream felt so real. Even though you never saw the man’s face, you knew that it was Jimin just by the lips. You had never met another person with lips as plush and as luscious and –

You needed to take a cold shower.

It was a little past ten in the morning when you dried off and dressed. You stood at the counter in the kitchenette, watching the milk swirl and permeate through your coffee when there was a knock on your door.

Jimin stood there with his sweet smile, and you thought about how you moaned at the vivid feeling of his mouth on your throat and his fingers on your thigh, so close to your –

“Hey,” he said.

“Good morning,” you replied, gripping the door with more strength than necessary to still the wispy, fluttering sensation in the pit of your stomach that arose at the sound of his voice.

“Did you have breakfast already? I was wondering if you wanted to grab something to eat together in the dining hall and maybe go for a walk afterwards.”

“Like a walk outside?”

“Yeah. You’re not afraid of a little cold weather, are you?” he teased.

The only way that you knew how to banish those butterflies that resided in your stomach was to either be witty, rude, or sarcastic. But you didn’t want to run him away. Believe it or not, you liked him around. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”

After breakfast, you both bundled up and went outside. The walkways were plowed, but the snow was up past your knees. It was a little warmer with the sun out, but even with your scarf, hat, coat, and layers of clothing on, the cold still reached your bones. Jimin didn’t seem to be bothered by it in his stylish trench coat and thin, fashionable scarf.

“So,” he said, his breath materializing as a white cloud in the freezing morning air. “What’s your story?”

“My story?” you said.

“Yeah. Everyone has one.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at you expectantly.

“I don’t.” Not here where you were safe from reality, at least.

Maybe it was from the finality in your voice, or maybe it was the expression on your face, but Jimin didn’t push it. “Okay,” he said. You noticed how he didn’t offer his story, either.

The both of you walked in silence for a while. You were content with silence; you’d been wallowing in it for a few weeks now. It wasn’t until you reached a frozen lake at the back of the hotel did Jimin speak, “I forgot this lake was here. When my family used to come here when I was a kid during Christmas break, I used to skate. I should’ve brought them.” It seemed like he was talking more to himself than to you.

“Brought what? Your family?”

“No. My skates.” There was a softness to his gaze as he stared at the lake. You knew that look. That was how you looked in the pictures on your wedding day that felt like so long ago.

Jimin looked more like a skating type of guy than he did a writing one. Lean body, graceful walk, silky hair. If he hadn’t mentioned his writings at all, you would’ve been sure that he was at least a professional figure skater.

As you were thinking this, Jimin rushed over to the lake, and your heart leaped into your throat. “Jimin!” you shouted at him.

He stopped in his tracks before he reached the ice. “What?”

“I don’t think you should go over there. It’s not safe.” You weren’t sure why you were so worried about this stranger that you’d barely even known for a week. But there was something about Jimin that made you want to keep him close and make sure that he was safe.

Jimin smiled at you. He looked brilliant like that with his smile bright and his cheeks and nose rosy from the cold. “It’s okay. Look.” He stepped onto the ice and slid backwards as if his shoes were skates. “I’m fine.” And with that, he started spinning and giggling like a kid. As you watched him, you couldn’t fight the giggles that escaped from you. “Come here! Dance with me!” He waved you over with delight.

You rolled your eyes, but there was a smile plastered to your face. “No.”

“Please?” he whined. It sounded so strange coming from him, but it must’ve worked because your feet were pulling you towards the ice before you knew what you were doing.

You felt like a baby giraffe learning how to walk as you stumbled towards Jimin with your hands out, grasping helplessly at the air. He rushed over to you and grabbed your arms without a worry that he would slip and fall. It amazed you how he hadn’t fallen already since the soles of his leather shoes had no grip.

“What are we doing?” you said with a laugh. You were shuffling your feet back and forth, feeling the slip of the ice as you did so. Jimin’s grip on your arms made you feel secure.

“Having fun,” he said.

“I think I’m more scared than I am enjoying myself.”

Jimin laughed. His whole body laughed with him, which made him stumble. As a result, you stumbled with him, but your balance wasn’t as great as his. You fell to the ground on your butt, and Jimin’s grip on you brought him down, too. He landed directly on top of you, knocking the breath out of your chest.

“Oh God! Are you okay?” he said, rolling off you.

But you couldn’t speak because you were laughing so hard that you felt a set of abs coming on. Jimin joined in on the breathless laughter. For a few minutes, the both of you rolled on the ice, holding your guts in hilarity.

“That was the hardest that I’ve laughed in a long time,” you said when you gathered your breath.

“Yeah? Me, too.” Jimin said.

Neither of you bothered to get up. You just lied there, limbs spread and faces pointed towards the sky. The birds hid in the trees, singing and crooning at one another. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and it was a brilliant powder blue. When was the last time that you looked up at the sky like this?

“Hey,” Jimin said. He was watching you. There was something different in his eyes. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“The sky is really pretty,” you said. Your lips were getting cold, but you didn’t care. You could probably lie here all day and watch the sky change colors, and then lie here some more to look at the stars. “I don’t think I’ve actually stopped to look at the sky before.”

“You’ve been missing out.” He pushed himself up to lounge on his elbow, facing you. “You intrigue me. You’re more interesting than any book that I’ve ever read. More fascinating than anything that I could ever write.”

You turned your head to look at him. He was incredibly close. So close that you could feel his warm breath on your face. “You barely know me,” you said in a small voice.

He smiled. “I know. That’s what makes this all even more confusing.”

You couldn’t help but stare at his mouth. That was the mouth that got you hot and bothered in your dream. Those were the lips that were pressed against your skin, asking, “Do you like this? Do you want me?”

Without thinking, you placed both of your hands on either side of his face and pull him down, connecting your mouth with his. He stiffened briefly but reciprocated. You carded your hand through his silky hair as he pressed a cold palm to your neck. He leaned his upper body over you, pressing you into the ice as his tongue found its way into your mouth.

You didn’t know when he got on top of you, his legs in between yours, but you could feel his erection through all three layers of your clothing and you wanted him so badly. If he fucked you right on this ice, you wouldn’t care. His hips lightly bucked into you. A small groan escaped from his lips, and it was the sexiest sound that you had heard in a long time.

You moaned for the second time today, but this time you didn’t feel guilty about it. 

“Should we take this back to my room?” he whispered into your ear.

For a moment, you almost said yes. You wanted to say yes. Every fiber in your being wanted to say yes. He was looking at you, waiting for your answer. In the brightness of the fresh, winter sunlight, you could see the tiny specks of amber in his eyes. But now that you weren’t kissing him, you were thinking rationally.

So you said, “I-I can’t. I’m sorry.” And you were pushing him off you and scrambling up to your feet. You didn’t look back as you were hurrying to the hotel.

author’s note: i was going to make this longer and a oneshot, but i knew that if I did that, it would take forever to finish and i wanted to post something. this idea sprung up to me a few days ago (when i was supposed to be working on a different jimin fic...) while i was watching the movie In the Mood for Love. Thanks for reading :)

[maraudersmessrs]

Remus Lupin and the Prisoner of Azkaban--- Chapter 16: Moony

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Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 / Chapter 19 / Chapter 20 / Chapter 21 / Chapter 22 / Chapter 23 / Chapter 24 / Chapter 25 / Chapter 26 / Chapter 27 / Chapter 28 / Chapter 29 / Chapter 30 / Chapter 31 / Chapter 32 / Chapter 33 / Chapter 34

(Warning: there is slightly graphic descriptions of the Change and brief suicidal ideation mention)

It was an odd sensation, after a few days of drinking the Wolfsbane potion in succession; he hadn’t realized how closely the wolf usually lurked under the surface the week before the Change. He was slower to irritate, now, and it was far easier to actually feel as calm as he projected; he was able to be unerringly polite to Severus whenever he dropped it off. Unfortunately, it didn’t do much for the physical symptoms of the pain and nausea and general decline of health, as he would need to transform whether he kept his mind or not. And now that the time was drawing nearer, he was growing inexplicably nervous.

For the first time, he would be himself while being not himself. He usually remembered most, if not all, the memories of the night before when he transformed back, but now there would be no blank spots and no cut off point; it would just be...him. As the wolf. This would be the first time he would be even remotely coherent during a full moon since he had run with the rest of the Marauders. Usually, all there was to remember was a chaotic blur of rage and blinding pain, frantically searching for an escape and the ever present need to bite and tear and kill. With them, though...it had been different. It had been almost fun. Because with them, it wasn’t a time of fear as it had been through his childhood; fear of discovery, fear of hurting people, fear of the pain. For them, it was a time of adventure and they had treated it as such.

“You're funny when you're Moony, y’know,” Sirius had said suddenly one day, when they were all silently working on homework on their respective beds.

“So, that's staying, then. That name. THAT name.”

“I mean, it fits, doesn't it?”

“Yeah, I'm Moony, the werewolf who moons people.”  Remus made a pained face. “I love it.”

“Weren't you the one who said we needed anonymity for the Map?” James chimed in without looking up from his paper, frowning in concentration.

“Yeah, but I meant NAME names. Like fuckin’ Fleamont,” Remus deadpanned and James did look up.

“WILL YOU NEVER LET THAT GO?”

“I mean, you were the one who made the mistake of telling us,” Sirius pointed out reasonably. “It's US we're talking about.”

“Ridiculous middle names aside,” Peter said and a strangled noise came from James’ corner. “What about the rest of us?”

“So we're REALLY sticking with that?” Remus complained loudly and was met with a chorus of “YES.”

“What do you first think of when you think ‘dog’?” Peter asked Sirius.

He sauvely ran a hand through his mane of black hair and started confidently, obviously going for something cool, “Pad--” he faltered and lost a bit of steam. “Uh...ffffoot.” He visibly cringed.

They stared at him in silence. “Done,” announced Remus and turned to the other 2. “What about you?”

“No no nooo, do over!” Sirius wailed.

Remus ignored his plea triumphantly. “Nope! Give a stupid name, get a stupid name.”

“That is--that is so unfair. James, Moony is bullying me!”

Remus grinned. “Shut up, PADfoot.”

“Ugh!! White Fang!”

“No.”

“Death wish!”

“No!”

“Uh, uh, Swift...butt!”

“Holy shit, you’re bad at this. What would James be?”

“Lightning!”

“We're not talking about you anymore PADFOOT, we're talking about Mr McStag over here.”

“Oh!” Peter exclaimed and put the back of his hands to his forehead, spreading his fingers. “Uh, what are those things? Oh oh OH--PRONGS!” he yelled, excitedly.

James looked affronted while Sirius and Remus burst into simultaneous laughter. “They are called ANTLERS, thank you very much.”

“PRONGS!” Sirius howled.

“Prongs!” Remus choked in agreement.

“What about me?” Peter seemed wary of asking, seeing the way James was mock glaring at him.

“Sniffy!” Sirius fell back on his bed and rolled around, tears streaming down his face.

“No--no-- Tinypaw!” Remus hiccuped.

“Wormtail.” James said bluntly and Peter let out a soft moan of despair, because he knew what was coming.

“WORMTAIL!” The other 2 wheezed and broke down into complete hysterical peals of laughter.

“Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs?” Peter repeated dubiously.

“What a bunch of idiots!” Sirius hooted.

Well past the time any homework was going to get done, they had managed to stop breaking into spontaneous giggle fits and migrated to sprawl on the floor. ”Okay, but you said I was’ funny’ as a werewolf?”

“Oh, yeah, that. Yeah, you know, you always talked about how you just become a mindless animal who only wants to kill but you actually, like, play around.”

Remus was silent and James added, “You got water up my nose last time. Lake water. It was gross. And you totally did it on purpose,” he stretched out his foot and kicked Remus’ leg.

“Ow. How do you know that?”

“You did the thing that dogs do when they smile; you were totally laughing at me.”

“You guys...I don't really like the idea of you thinking that…that that's me. It's dangerous. It's a monster. I don't want you to underestimate it.”

“So you don't remember?” Sirius rolled onto his back and began opening and closing the 4 poster curtain with his wand, idly.

“I mean...I do, some. Nothing complicated. The wolf doesn't think like the same way we do.” But he had had to admit, the wolf was exponentially calmer when they were all together. He almost never hurt himself anymore when he Changed. He sighed. “I just don't want you guys to be hurt. Don't…don’t PLAY with it. It only takes one bite--”

“We know, we know.” Sirius waved his hand dismissively. “Just one bite, whether we're in human form or not. Where are we going next moon?”

Where would he go this moon, alone? Remus sat in the armchair in his office, tapping the arm restlessly as he stared out the window at the sinking sun. His last potion was drunk, his office locked and warded, just in case, and a space cleared in the center of the room for his Change. This time in the cycle never made him calm, but he hadn’t been this nervous about it in a very long time. Usually, it was just sort of a tired, dull acceptance when he prepared, but this new attention to every detail gave him a heightened awareness that was even more uncomfortable. He had had a constant headache all day and all his joints felt like they were under some immense pressure, which was normal; the day of the full moon always felt a bit like being wrung out and run over at the same time. But he now felt every sensation, paid attention to every thought and it was driving him a bit...well, loony. Shaking his head at himself, he checked his watch, then removed it, undressed, folded the clothes, and placed the lot in the middle of the desk.

It was close now, he could feel every one of his scars prickling, aching. All his muscles felt taught as piano wires. It was hard to tell if he was more nauseous than usual. Maybe he should have asked Snape about side effects. Funny.

The first convulsion of pain that smashed into him stunned him. He had been waiting for the lurch of vertigo that usually preceded the whole thing, but no. Just immediate, crushing, twisting, burning, snapping agony. Joints cracked backwards, radiating starbursts through his body. Muscles folded, knotted, melted. His skin was a millions of repeating wasp stings. He was blind. He was deaf. Skin stretched beyond tearing, every bone broken, shifting. And then it swelled, cresting to the point where he always was secretly hoping that this time would be his last, that this would actually be the death of him. The part where he would be pummeled into darkness to surface the next day.

But no. It was just him. Him and this furious, liquifying force that was taking his body and breaking it. He didn’t know how long it continued. It felt that this was all he had ever known. This is where he had always been. Right here, on the floor of this office, writhing. The full Change blistered through him with no recourse, no unconsciousness.

Finally, his mind clarified enough to realize he was simply laying on his rug, panting and sore. For one, heartstopping moment, he thought he had not Changed after all but this was quickly erased as he tried to lurch to his feet and realized that his body no longer twisted that way. It gave him an uncomfortable buzz of hyper awareness as it felt at once alien and familiar to stand on 4 legs, to be able to move his ears, to smell every person who had been in this room. This is something his body knew that he did not. It was strangely empty to stand there, the thing he feared but needn’t, for now. The monster was gone. But the monster was him. He shuddered and slunk under the huge oaken desk to curl up. He did not look at the moon.

He did not sleep.

[scottymcgeesterwrites]

Super Yoshi?

I had a wonderful idea. I present to you the first chapter of the very first story I ever wrote. I was just about 11 years old when I started writing this. In the summer of 2001, I went on vacation to Montreal, Canada, and just had the idea. This was the start of my writing career - a Yoshi fanfic. I wanted him to be the hero instead of Mario and Luigi. It has LOTS of awkward shit. I don’t mean this first chapter, but the rest of it. I’m willing to post maybe several chapters but not all of it because of the cringe. Maybe one day. Not sure. By awkward shit I mean thinking I was funny when I really wasn’t. I shamelessly stole jokes from Spongebob Squarepants and TV commercials and anything else I soaked in. I wrote this story, as well as all my middle school stories, on paper. A couple years back, I decided to copy every written story on Word to preserve them. So without further ado, here is the very first story I ever wrote in all its glory - grammar mistakes and spelling errors included. Nothing is doctored. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Super Yoshi? An Action Comedy Ch 1 The Idiot    Yoshi stood in the middle of the crowded front of the Mushroom Castle.   

He wondered why the king ordered everyone to the castle. Suddenly the huge red doors opened and the king came out.    

“Silence people silence,” he said. The crowd noise came to a complete stop. “The princess has been captured again but this time she will die if we don’t give Bowser $1,000,000,” the king said.

The crowd gave a gasp.

“Where’s Mario and Luigi?” Yoshi said to himself. They both usually came to a meeting like this. In the middle of the speech Yoshi ran to look for Mario an Luigi.   

#    

Yoshi found Mario’s Pipe House (from Mario RPG) and knocked on the door.     Mario open it and Yoshi said quickly, “Mario Mario! The Princess is,--“ “I know!” Mario said cutting him off. “Then why don’t you go and save her?” Yoshi asked. “Why doesn’t she save her own ass for once!” Mario said angrily. “I’m tired of saving her all the time,” “But she’ll die!” Yoshi said. “Better her than me!” Mario yelled. And with that he shut the door. “There’s one more person,” Yoshi said to himself.   

#   

“Luigi! Luigi!” Yoshi yelled as he ran to Luigi’s house. “The princess is captured, you want to help?” He ran to the door. There was a paper on it and it said “NO.” “Are you sure?” Yoshi asked. He tore down the paper and there was another one that said “YES.”  

 “I wonder if Toad can help,” Yoshi thought.

    #    

Toad’s house was a small mushroom house.    

Yoshi knocked on the door. “We don’t want any!” an angry voice yelled. “It’s me, Yoshi,” Yoshi said. Toad opened the door.    

“Waddya want?” he asked. “I. . .I want to be a hero and save the princess,” Yoshi stammered.  

  “And you want me to train you right?” Toad said. Yoshi nodded.

Toad thought for a moment, then said, “No can do. Out of the question,”

When he was about to close the door Yoshi stopped him. “Mario and Luigi are too lazy to do it and if no one saves her she’ll die,” Toad muttered something low and sighed. “Meet me in the courtyard,”

Toad said. “Does that mean I have the job! Oh boy!” Yoshi said jumping up and down.

“Please don’t do that,” Toad said.   

#   

Yoshi stood alone in the courtyard. There were flower pots, fountains, and a pool.    

The back door opened and Toad came out. “Okay I retired earlier, but since you told me all the details I thought I might help,” Toad said. “First I’ll give you a manual about becoming a hero,” He went back in the house and when he came back he held a huge book and dropped it near Yoshi with a loud thud. “There!” he said gasping for air. Yoshi opened to the 1st page out of a billion. “Oh great. No pictures, just the way I like it,” Yoshi said sarcasticly.    

“Okay let’s start with the basics,” Toad said. “Level 1, punching and kicking, first we—“ “Excuse me,” Yoshi interrupted. “But how many levels are there?”

“8,000,” Toad answered.

“Oh boy,”

“As I was saying, we start with punching and kicking,” Toad brought a big punching dummy and put it in front of Yoshi. “All right start by punching this dummy,” Toad said.    

Yoshi looked at the dummy and stared at it. “Well aren’t you going to punch it?” Toad asked.    

“Uh, well I. . .um,”     “Toad laughed. “Don’t tell me you don’t how to punch right?”  

  “Uh. . .no,” Yoshi answered.  

  Toad stopped laughing. “Oh boy, it’s gonna be a long day,” Toad said.  

  So then Yoshi trained day after day after day from punching to somersaults. Then one day Yoshi was up to his final test. “Okay Yoshi, this is your last test,” Toad said. “What is it?” Yoshi asked.  

  “You have to run a 2 mile race with traps along the way in under 5 min., the track starts from my backyard, past the neighborhood and to the Mcdonalds by the Drugstore. I’ll have a lakitu following you with a camera so I can time you all right?” Toad asked.

“Sure,” Yoshi said. Yoshi got ready at the staring line.

“On the count of 3 run,” Toad said. “1. . . .2. . . . 3!” Yoshi ran as fast as he can when suddenly he tripped over a rock causing him to tumble on a pillar with a vase on it. The vase flew in the air and landed on his head. Yoshi stood up and ran around trying to get it of his head. His foot stepped on Toad’s pet cat’s tail, causing it to give a shriek and bit Yoshi’s butt.    

“Ahhhhhh!” Yoshi yelled. He ran into the house with the cat stuck on him. Toad followed him when then his wife came out of the house. “Don’t ask,” Toad told her. “Don’t tell,” she said. Suddenly there was a loud crash. Toad’s cat quickly ran out the door. “Oh no,” he said. Toad went into the kitchen where he saw Yoshi on the floor and pieces of the vase and some dishes near him. “Are you okay?” Toad asked.  

  “What?” Yoshi groaned.   

Toad went up to him. “Quick, how many fingers am I holding up?” Toad said holding up 5 fingers.    

“Uh. . .8?” Yoshi said dazed.  

  “That’s close enough, now get up,” Toad said.  

  Yoshi got up and they both went to the backyard. “Well so much for the final test,” Yoshi said. Toad looked at his watch. “Get ready,” he said.  

  “For what?” 

  “You have to go now; Bowser said he’d execute the Princess today at 6:00 pm, think you can do it?” Toad asked.

Yoshi thought for a moment, then said, “Yeah,”   

#    

They both took the route to Bowser’s castle. Yoshi looked up and saw the huge castle and saw lightning and thunder. “Why is it always thundering only on Bowser’s castle?” he asked. Toad shrugged.  

  Yoshi gave a heavy sigh, cracked his knuckles and went up to the door.      What an idiot. Toad thought. I bet he can’t get through the front door.    

There was a sign on the door that said push but Yoshi ignored it and pulled instead.  

OF course the door wouldn’t open.    

Toad couldn’t take the stupidity anymore.  

  “Hey mor---I mean Yoshi, look at the sign!” he yelled. Yoshi looked at it.     “Oh. . .I knew that,” he said. “You’re gonna wait here right?” he asked. 

  “Oh sure,” Toad replied. Yoshi went in.    

“Sucker,” Toad said. He turned and ran.   

The castle was dark and big.    

There was a huge rug with Bowser’s face on it and on the wall was his family portraits. Dinosaur statues line up against the the wall. Yoshi slowly walked ahead to the door. It was locked. Then he heard a low growl and swift wind, he turned but nothing was there. Except he noticed one of the statues moved, it was the raptor statue. “Must be my imagination,” he thought. He went back to trying to open the door. Behind him the statue’s eyes glared like fire, picked up a sword and moved toward him.   

(Artwork by Willy Abeel - Yes, this was original artwork of my story from way back in 6th grade)

Yoshi turned and ducked just in time to avoid the sword. Yoshi did a tail whip and a round kick but it had no effect. Yoshi ran to another statue with a sword with the raptor behind him slashing the sword crazily. Yoshi grabbed the sword and blocked the attack. Yoshi and the raptor slashed and blocked attacks with the swords until Yoshi stabbed it into it’s stomach and pulled the sword upward, causing the raptor to split in two. He heard footsteps behind him and he knew. He turned and cut the next raptor in two with only it’s legs running around bumping into walls. For a moment there was silence. Until all the statues came alive armed with swords and spiked chain balls. Yoshi slashed, cut, and did somersaults while fighting the statues. He loss track of how many he killed. There were so many. One of was in front and back of him. The front one swung his sword. Yoshi ducked and it hit the one behind him. Yoshi stood and beheaded the raptor. Suddenly something hit him in the back causing him to fall to the ground. 

  He saw the spiked ball come down. He rolled over and it missed.  

  The raptor turned to him. Yoshi was about to stand when he saw the wepon in front of him. He swung the sword causing the chain to cut. The raptor looked at his broken weapon puzzled when Yoshi stabbed the sword in it’s face causing it to crumble into pieces. There were no more statues. Yoshi was ready to strike at anything that moved. Suddenly the lights went out, then the torches. Yoshi panted in the pitch black room. He went to wipe the sweat on his forehead when he noticed it was blood. It was quiet. . .too quiet.   

  Yoshi could almost hear his heartbeat. 

  Behind him a cloud of purple dust came out of a vent forming into a dragon.      The dragon flew and hit Yoshi on the back with a sharp blow. He tumbled into the door. He quickly stood and slashed part of the dragon’s body. He roared and belched out a ton of fire at Yoshi. Yoshi retreated dodging the fire. He threw his sword as it flew pass the dragon and cut both it’s ears. The dragon roared in pain. Yoshi ran to get his sword and he stabbed it under the dragon. The dragon was filled with rage and swung his claws and scratched Yoshi’s face. Then the dragon flew in the air and disappeared. 

    Yoshi looked up, wondering if he would come again. Suddenly the chandilers fell to the ground and part of the ceiling fell. Yoshi quickly ran to the door as all the rocks and lamps fell behind him. He looked up when the dragon flew down from the sky and Yoshi threw his sword at the dragon’s mouth. Both the dragon and the sword stood in mid-air. Then it exploded into a million pieces. The pieces where coins. Yoshi gathered as many as he could. He saw a brown bag at the corner of the room. He took it and put all the coins in. The only thing was now is he didn’t have a sword. Then the torches lit up and the door opened, leading into the next room.

[moxietyismyheartandsoul]

dad no omg

Morality just wants to be cool

i’m v aware that I’m not funny thanks, fite me

God, writing this made my brain hurt.

@princey-and-hottopic and @prinxietys y'all I could tag you so I’m gonna do that

((this was originally supposed to be an angst but I’ll write that later))

Warnings: None (if I missed something make sure to message me!)

————

Morality really missed the old days.

As the oldest to appear in the mindscape, he had been the one to greet each new side with open arms and plenty of cookies!

But things have changed. They never sat together for meals, they barely talked anymore, barely even saw each other.

Morality just wanted things the way they used to be.

So, he did what anyone does when they want to know something. He grabbed his laptop and searched google.

“How to be a cool dad??” Was the first search he typed, waiting for the screen to load and give him his answers.

A short list of YouTube videos popped up, the first being, “the coOOL DAD LOL!!1!!¿!¿”

Huh.

‘That seemed like a creditable source!’ Morality thought while he clicked on it, the transparent bubbles of the YouTube loading scroller rolled around his screen.

When the video loaded Morality immediately cringed at the bad quality. Everything was fuzzy, but he would gladly go through that for his kiddos.

A man in shiny gold parachute pants ran out, a snapback on backwards and shutter shades over his eyes. He ran into the crowd of kids and dabbed, neigh neighing away slowly as he kickflipped on a skateboard and rolled away, still dabbing, shouting “swag, yolo” and other various slang terms as he went.

……..what?

Morality was in complete shock. Is…was that really how “Kool Kids” acted??

Well…….uh….okay?

If that was really what he was supposed to do then… That’s what he would do.. I guess?

Still a little stiff, he toddled over to his closet,digging through the depths of the area to find his old clothes.

–[next morning]–

Anxiety stumbled into the kitchen, nearly tripping over his own feet as he walked to the coffee maker, pouring it into Prince’s dry bowl or Coco Puffs.

“Okay MCR, that was my bowl. “Prince said from by the fridge, the gallon of milk clutched in his hand.

Anxiety grabbed a spoon, taking a big mouthful of the coffee-cereal wreak with a smirk."Get over it Aurora. Unless you like extra caffeinated Coco Puffs, it’s my bowl now. "He hefted himself onto the counter, taking another large bite to spite the fanciful side and sagging his shoulders against the microwave.

Logic was the next to enter the kitchen, grabbing a couple eggs from the fridge and starting to make himself a couple fried eggs. "I hope you didn’t use all the coffee to create your abomination of a breakfast."Logic muttered, casting a slightly irritated and disappointed look at the nearly empty coffee maker.

As the three made their respective breakfasts, it wouldn’t occur to them that this was the first time in weeks they had all been in the same room for more than a minute, or that Morality had yet to arrive.

But they were about to notice Morality. Oh boy were they about to.

Morality made a mental note that skateboarding on carpet was difficult, the wheels sinking into the plush rug underneath him. Slowly but surely he scooted his way to the kitchen, checking to make sure the baseball cap he got from Thomas was just perfectly crooked.

When Morality skated (when did he get a skateboard??) into the kitchen, Anxiety choked on his cereal.

The father figure was wearing a pair of silver hot pants with a tank top, snapback flung backwards over fluffy and wild hair. He had a shark tooth necklace and his normal lensless glasses were replaced by shutter shades.

He looked like a love child of the past and future fashion styles and honestly Anxiety was unsure how to react.

"Mo?”

Through shutter shades Morality dabbed, giving Anxiety a fist bump. “What up my wiggity whack dude bros??” Morality asked, doing a quick cabbage patch before swaggering over to the fridge and pulling out a dank box of frozen waffles.

“My Krazy Kiddos just chillaxin in the digs?” He asked in the same over the top voice, dabbing twice.

“Morality what the hell has gotten into you??” Logic said, surprising them all. The teacher looked at Morality incredulously, his eyes wide.

“Some krazy Kool kidzs spirit!! I’m your cool pops, you whack dad!!” Morality proclaimed, ju-juing on that (non-existent) beat.

With that, his waffles popped and he rolled on out of the kitchen, leaving the rest of the sides to stare in horror.

Okay, Morality was becoming an issue, Logic decided.

He started to show up that way to videos to. He was screwing Thomas moral compass up and worst of all he kept using those stupid slang words.

Logic rarely understood Morality when he spoke, but this was too much. What did dank even mean???

This he spent much of his week avoiding Morality and plotting with Prince and Anxiety on how to get remold Morality back.

They approached him one day while he was in his room, spray painting slang words on his walls.

“Morality, we need to talk-”

Morality spun around, wearing four snapbacks at once and a mullet. “What’s up muh krazy kidz? How can your kool pops-icle help you out??”

Logic cringed, Prince taking over the conversation.

“Morality this is getting out of hand, why did you change yourself like this?? Why won’t you stop?”

Morality frowned, Prince was being super un-rad about this. “It’s all for you my special Bois!”

All three blinked. “What?”

Morality swagged up and down, a funky fresh beat all up in his noggin.

“My three favorite bros had been all separated which was v un-rad my broskis. But now that I’m hopping and popping you’ve been spending more clock wags together than in a long time babes. ”

It took a brief moment for them to decipher what Morality had said. Anxiety stepped up, pulling Morality into a hug. When he let go and stepped back, the snapbacks and mullet cane with him, Anxiety throwing them to the side.

“Morality. Dad. I’ll admit, I’ve been a but distant recently, but this is over the top. ”

Morality nodded dankly. “Yeah, i’m picking up what you’re throwing down. I just wanted it to be like old times, ya know?? When we would at least be chillaxin on the couch with a poppin movie and some hot corn…..”

They all stepped forward, embracing Morality tenderly.

Prince was the first to speak. “How about this, we can have movie and dinner nights??” Morality nodded softly, squeezing Prince’s swol bicep comfortingly.

Anxiety was next. “I’ll….. Hop and bop out of my room more often, how about that?” Morality nodded excitedly, a peek of his old self appearing behind the six pairs of shutter shades.

Logic finally stepped up. “I can make time for you all between my researching sessions…. I suppose. ” Morality squealed, grabbing all of them and pulling them into an embrace, a couple pairs of shades falling off.

“You guys are my baes…. And my ultimate fam.”

Just this once they rest decided to let that comment go, as it seemed to be affectionate.

But dank Morality would never be returning.

Ever again.