#The money till his 16th birthday

[multifandom-nerds-blog]

I'm rewatching Trollhunters in the background right now, and the disfunctional mother son relationship between Jim and his mom is making me crazy.

Like, he's taking care of the household and his mother for years as a teenager and before probably. She is sometimes giving half hearted comments about him not having to do so much, but very obviously she's not gonna make him stop do all the cooking and cleaning. Y'know. Both because they've been living like this for years, and because it's obviously also very comfortable to have someone do all the house work.

Then Strickler comes into the picture, and if we ignore the whole Troll and changeling side of the story, Barabara gets very offended cause Jim doesn't want her to meet him privately. Again, ignoring the whole magic and trolls stuff, STRICKLER IS JIMS TEACHER. If Jim hadn't figured out that Strickler was a changeling he probably wouldn't have a problem with it, but the fact that he does, no matter the reason, should be enough for Barbara to put a stop to the relationship. Her child is clearly uncomfortable with her seeing/dating that guy, for whatever reason, and even clearly vocalized it. But she doesn't care about, or rather, she tells Jim that she "wouldn't expect something like that" from him. Obviously not, cause she may see him like her child/teenager he is, BUT DOESN'T TREAT HIM LIKE ONE.

And then Jim, unknowingly to Barbara, becomes the Trollhunter, and his behavior changes. He's suddenly doing reckless stuff, sneaking out, getting bruises, landing in detention and even at the police station, barely avoiding a police report. What does she do? Asking him what's going on? If everything's alright at school? If he has any other problems? Maybe trying to lower his workload around the house, which again, he's doing most of that as a teenager and longer probably.

Nah. She doesn't do anything until he lands in the hospital. Except for again, dismissing him rather negatively at the one topic he's openly expressing any negative opinions about (Strickler). And after he lands in the hospital she now starts not asking questions, but demanding answers. Demanding answers from a teenager in a difficult situation who is also now acting much more like a teenager than he ever did before, from her point of view at least. Except she obviously doesn't know how to deal with a teenager, cause she has never had to raise or live with a teenager. She instead lived with a child pretending to be an adult for years, that was partly much more of an adult than she was, who did way to much work even before Jim became the Trollhunter. So she throws punishments at him and grounds him, but does he listen?

No. Cause why should he? Not only is he dealing with things much more important than being grounded, yknow, saving the world, he's trying to protect her from the sheer knowledge of the supernatural and physically protecting her from getting harmed. And again, for the majority of the time since his dad left he pretended to be an adult. He was and is the main adult in the household, dealing with important things she doesn't even know about.

The only one's treating Jim like a teenager are teachers, other children and Blinky and Aaargh sort of when they're not in the middle of Troll business. Strickler, in the first episodes where Jim doesn't know about his true identity, is much more of a parental figure to Jim (also after his redemption later on tbh) than his mother.

In summary: Barbara is treating her son like an adult, almost like a partner, instead of a child/teenager. And when that isn't possible anymore she doesn't know how to properly treat him. She also doesn't really care that her son is uncomfortable with her being around Strickler, or Strickler in general. And it takes Blinky telling her (when Jim is 16) that Jim might be affected by his father leaving when he was five years old.

Jim meanwhile is treating his mother more like a child/teenager instead of the adult and MOTHER that she is. Seeing her as his responsibility. Cooking for her. Cleaning for her. Telling her to rest and take breaks.

They obviously love each other other. And their relationship might not be toxic, but it's very much disfunctional. In a way that is mostly negative for Jim.

#toa #toa trollhunters #trollhunters #jim lake jr #jim lake junior #barbara lake #walter strickler #trollhunters strickler #tales of arcadia #blinky #aarghhh #trollhunters blinky #Barabara; just because Steves mother has a relationship with one of his teachers and it working out between him and her son #Doesn't mean it's gonna work out for you #If you're a parent and your child is uncomfortable with a partner of yours #YOU BREAK IT UP #Especially if your child is still living with you #Seriously #Okay I know trainer Lawrence probably only became Steves stepdad later in the series #And they also had to work some things out first #But at least they didn't try to kill each other and trainer Lawrence was actively trying to be a good parent/friend to steve #And don't get me started on “A vespa costs so much”: YOU'RE A DOCTOR #Don't know much about new jersey or wherever the show takes place but doctors earn good money almost everywhere #Especially with how much nightshifts and over time hours she has #Not being sure about your 16 year old driving I understand #But don't try to excuse it with money when you're obviously not poor and he's been wanting it for so long that you could've easily saved up #The money till his 16th birthday #Okay I ranted about this long enough #Also the fandom is dead so nobody will read this probably #Byeee

[satorkiees]

by his side

synopsis : reo has a stalker and so he moves away to start afresh but he finds that sometimes the past will always be there

content : 2.0k words, NOT proofread, i love reo, stalking, angst to fluff, roommates to lovers ( between y/n and reo )

reo had it all. 

that’s what made him so desirable to most people, his looks, academics and wealth. to the average eye - he was perfect. but deep down, he was flawed and cracked just like everybody else because of course he was - he’s human too.

despite his wealth evident in the fancy apartment you both shared, it couldn’t keep her away from him.

she was prominent in his circle, the daughter of one of the trading companies that his parents were closely aligned with. meaning ever since they were young, she had always been there. at first, he tried to be cordial with her: offering her a tight lipped smile whenever he passed her after a meeting; dancing with her when her parents ushered the both of them on the dance floor whilst feeling the sweat drenching his suit or participating in idle conversation with her to pass the time. 

though, after a while, it began to get weird. he would notice her more outside of their usual business setting, she’d transferred to his school with a messy grin drawn her face. she was now in all of reo’s classes, at all of reo’s games wishing him a ‘good luck’ with the same grin that haunted him. she was touchy too, giving him unwarranted hugs and affection he didn’t want or need from her. 

however, the breaking point for reo was the lead up to his 16th birthday. for 3 weeks before his birthday, a package would arrive in the mail. all designer. whether it be watches, clothes, shirts - things he had mentioned to his friends in passing that he wanted. he’d assumed that it was them but upon further investigation all of his friends denied sending him any. after the first week, the quantity of the gifts multiplied till he could no longer contain it in his closet. 

his attendance began to decrease with the lead-up to his birthday and when he had built up the courage to tell his parents about what happened, what was he met with?

“seriously? i didn’t know you were so daft that you would lie about spending our money” his dad said in response.

“she’s lovely though. maybe she just likes you? to say she’s stalking you is a bit far.” his mother nodded agreeably. 

blurred together, that was the only thing he could remember from the whole ordeal as he moved out shortly after when he was 17 and transferred elsewhere. with significantly less earnings than he had before, he needed to get a roommate and you just so happened to be the person he picked. 

reo was cold, distant and honestly a bit rude when you first met him. he brushed past you whenever you were in the house together, never cleaned up properly and was overall a bit of a nuisance. but the rent was affordable for you and though he didn’t seem nice, you had a feeling that he was okay.

“reo, wanna go out sometime?” you asked politely, determined to become at least friendly with your roommate.

“no. leave me alone” he said, not even bothering to look up from his phone. with that, you swore you’d never try again. whatever “feeling” you had must’ve been way off.

the first semester came and went and though you had no progress with reo, you had became good friends with nagi - something reo had done also. 

that’s why you three were here now. sat on your cream coloured couch, nagi sandwiched between the two of you playing through zelda : botw so he could start the new game. nagi thought it was oddly tense for two people that had been living together for a couple of months now but decided to not say anything about it.

“you missed a kokoro seed there.” you pointed out an unsolved pattern evident by the sparkles and weirdly shaped rocks.

“they literally just look like rocks. nagi, it’s best you move on so you can get to that last shrine.” reo said in reply. peeved, you turn to face him and began to lay your case on why the kokoro seed was the best plan of action whilst reo countered arguing for the shrine. nagi ignored the both of you and headed straight to ganon to defeat the final boss ( and failed ). though, at that point, you were less interested in the game itself and happy you were finally talking to your roommate.

as the seasons changed and the cold, harsh winter transitioned into a hot and fruitful summer, you and reo became close. you were friends and you began to have a settling feeling that you may want more.

the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed or when he told you about his childhood stories, the way his eyes would go soft and tender. a look that you wanted him to direct towards you. the both of you had fallen into a nice rhythm, often you’d both study together then eat afterwards. if both reo and nagi had football practice, you’d order in takeaway whilst watching the latest movie. 

maybe you had gotten too comfortable. 

on your way home from school, you admired the plants that had sprouted once again. pops  of colour painting the gardens on the leadup to your apartment when an overwhelming presence made its way behind you. swiftly, you turned around to meet a girl who seemed to be around your age. she was tall and slender, ghostly. her skin pale as ever and her hair neatly tucked away, she looked as fragile as a doll.

“are you y/n l/n?” she asked, a sickening sweetness oozing from her voice that completely juxtaposed her appearance, you stayed silent.

“well, i’m reo’s girlfriend. i’ve been waiting for him” your heart dropped, though unsure of because of what she just said or the way her smile was twisted into this off-putting grin. 

“i see.” you say cordially, unsure of what to do. “i’m not sure who that is but… i’ve never heard of anyone like that living here.”

then, you heard the release of groceries sprawled across the floor behind you with the new zelda game peeking out of one of the bags. as you turned to face the sound, reo met your eyes, completely frozen in place, beads of sweat began sprouting on his face.

“i-it’s you.” reo looked small, smaller than you’d ever seen him and as he tried to move away, his feet had bonded with the ground. unable to move away from his stalker that faced him once again.

“hello reo. i’ve missed you so much.” that dark overwhelming feeling had begun to consume you. “it’s been so lonely without you, reo.” she made her way over to him, confidence oozing off of her. “let’s hangout today, reo.” his whole body trembled, his face frozen along with every other fibre in his body.

the adrenaline had kicked in, you rushed your way in front of reo with the most determined face you could muster. “he’s busy.” putting your arms out to block her getting any nearer to him. “it’d be best if you left him alone from now on.” 

the sweetness in her voice rotted all at once as her face melted into an array of disgust. brushing herself off, she simply huffed and gave you one last scowl. you stood in front of reo until she’s had left your apartment area and you could no longer see her.

“i think she’s gone now.” putting your arms down when you were pulled into a tight embrace. 

“thank you.” he whispered into your ear, his body melting into yours with his head nuzzled into your neck. you return the hug, humming a reply in return. 

that night, he told you all about his old school and how his parents disregarded him. as your heart ached for him, you swore that you’d never leave his side. your eyes were as bright as the whole galaxy, sincerity present throughout your whole being. reo felt as he looked into them that if he was to stare into them any longer that he’d be blinded by you. from that moment, he knew you had made a home for yourself in his heart.

months past after that too and a new normal set in, she was reported to the police and reo contacted his parents again to threaten an annulment between the two companies if he wasn’t left alone. and they obliged begrudgingly with one condition.

“are you sure you want me to go with you, reo?” you were dolled up, all ready for a gala that reo had insisted you come with him too. to you, this was out of the blue and though you’ve attended a couple of galas because of your parents’ own company. it was never anything to this degree. 

“if i wasn’t sure i wouldn’t have asked you. besides, i want you to be there with me.” reo said, brushing off any dust that might’ve stuck to his suit. he polished up as good as ever and you had to contain yourself from staring at him for too long. your crush on him had grown into something wild and you were unsure how you were managing to contain it with reo right in your reach. these days, you were so close to confessing you thought you might burst.

bright lights were everywhere as you entered the scene, arms entwined around reo’s arm. he was a natural at this, smiling at the right times, cracking jokes and just being himself. another thing you admire about him really. when you entered the building, the grandiose interior blew all your expectations whilst reo looked at the place with familiarity. as he scanned his eyes for his parents, subconsciously you clung onto him tighter, not wanting to be left alone in this unknown place. he hoped to himself that you wouldn’t hear his heart pounding out of his chest. at last, he found his parents and he guided you across the floor to go and speak to them. 

suddenly, it hit you that you were actually going to meet his parents. and obviously you weren’t dating and it was normal to meet your friend’s parents but you still wanted to make a good impression and-

“they’ll love you so don’t worry.” he reassured you with that same tenderness he’s always had. he waved to his parents, disconnecting you both from one another. 

“good evening mr and mrs mikage, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” you said bowing your head. “thank you for having me.”

“aren’t they polite?” his mother exclaimed, exuding the same warmth that reo did. his dad only nodded in response.

“i’m so sorry dear but we just want to talk to reo here for a quick minute.”

understanding the hint, you bid them a temporary goodbye and made your way around the room. you admired how many legacies were present in this room and how everything just seemed to flow like clockwork. until you felt a familiar overwhelming feeling, one that made you sick to the depths of your stomach. her silky black hair was pin straight, not a hair out of place whilst her crimson red dress reached the floor and her makeup done to perfection. he looked more doll like than ever.

“it is you.” obvious surprise being suppressed in her tone, all prior sweetness in her voice was gone as reo was no longer present. “you may have got him now but when he eventually gets bored of you. he’ll come running back to me.” she snickered, twirling her hair.

“i don’t know where you even have the audacity to say all of that,” you said exasperated. “he doesn’t like you and he doesn’t need me to say that but i know that i’ll never let you torment him like that again. because that’s not what he deserves.” you conviction shone throughout your words. so much so you thought it made her run away until you looked behind you to see a starstruck reo. 

“i love you, y/n.” 

bonus - on the ride home

“you said WHAT to your parents??”

“i told them i was gonna marry you.” 

“you’re crazy.”

“crazy for you 😜”

a/n : inspired by romantic lover. i hope it gets a s2 so bad. kazuki and anzu have to get together istg

#bugeatermaya #reo x reader #reo mikage #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage x you #reo x you #reo x y/n #blue lock x reader #reo mikage fluff #reo mikage x y/n #i wont him so bad #reo i miss you #reo imagines

[hareofhrair]

Edith Finch Timeline

So I'm still organizing my theories (honestly they're more like a list of unanswered questions than a coherent theory right now) but I think my timeline is pretty much complete now that I've had a chance to go back through the pet cemetery and add all those in.

I do some wild speculating about Odin here that has no canon basis, just spinning ideas.

Things to notice- Just how many deaths happen on or very near birthdays. Not always the birthday of the person who dies and not every time, but suspiciously often.

The pets almost seem to fill in the years when no one human died? Like everything in this game it's nothing definitive enough to base a solid theory on, but it is odd.

TIMELINE

1439 - Earliest possible beginning of the Finch Family Curse based on the Odin viewmaster reel, as this is 500 years prior to the invention of the first viewmaster.

1445 - If the Odin viewmaster is the Model E made in 1955 (which I think it is), this is the start of the curse instead. Not much is happening in Norway during this period, but Vlad the Impaler was at the top of his game this year?

~About 7 generations of Finches dying horribly happens here.~

1880 - Odin is born. At some point between now and his death he writes "The Mysteries of Death and the Thereafter" and "Joining the Great Majority" which both appear to be books about the afterlife.

1896 - Heroic Age of Antarctic Exploration begins with the Belgian Antarctic Expedition and won't end till after WWI. Expeditions are marked by depression, starvation, insanity and scurvy. Many famous expeditions are made by Norwegian teams. Odin is 16.

1911 - A Norwegian expedition is first to reach the South Pole. The British Scott expedition chasing the same goal are lost. Odin is 31.

28 July 1914 - WWI begins, Odin is 34. Norway, "The Neutral Ally", remains neutral on the war but due to economic pressure from Britain commits its merchant marine fleet (one of the largest in the world) to Britain's service. Half the fleet is sunk and 2000 seamen are killed. If Odin was a sailor, he likely served. Alternatively, he may have been one of the wealthy merchants who profited greatly during the war. He clearly has a great deal of money to burn by 1937.

June 17 1915 - Sven is born.

April 8, 1917 - Edie is born.

1935 - At some point between now and Dec 1937, Edie and Sven marry and Sven takes Edith's last name.

1936 - Ingeborg and her newborn Johann Finch die in an unknown manner. Odin is 56, Edie is 19, Sven is 17.

Jan 7 1937 - Odin sets sail for Washington.

Dec 1937 - Arrival on Orcas Island, death of Odin at 57. Molly is born, on the boat? In the Old House? Sven and Edie build the cemetery, and then the house.

1938 - Churpy the budgie joins the family.

1939 - Invention of the viewmaster, earliest point the Odin story could have been recorded.

Sep 1939 - Sep 1945 - WWII. Sven was 24, and may have served or been drafted.

1940 - Burpy the house finch joins the family.

1941 - Churpy dies.

1947 - Christopher the goldfish joins the family.

Oct 31 1947 - Halloween Baby Barbara

Sometime between 1937 and 1947 - Molly's unnamed gerbil joins the family.

Dec 13 1947 - Molly dies of apparent poisoning after eating mistletoe berries, on or very near her 10th bday. She relates hallucinating having become several animals, most notably a cat. Christopher the fish dies shortly after. The fate of her unnamed gerbil is unrecorded, as none of the unattributed headstones are of the right age, but presumably it dies eventually.

1948 - Burpy dies at 8.

April 25 1950 - Sam and Calvin are born.

Aug 26 1952 - Walter is born.

1952 - Lurpy the Cockatiel joins the family.

1955 - Viewmaster Model E released- If this is the one used for Odin's story, that puts the beginning of the curse at 1455.

1956 - Lucy the dog joins the family.

1959 - Bailey the (???) joins the family.

Oct 31 1960 - Barbara dies, allegedly murdered, on her 16th bday. Her boyfriend Rick disappears the same night. The version of her death shared in the game is notably extremely unreliable and raises numerous questions. Rick is seen in a leg cast using crutches. Walter is 8, Sam and Calvin are 10 and notably absent from reported events.

Sept 23 1961 - Calvin dies at 11 falling from a cliff. He is seen wearing a weathered and heavily autographed leg cast. His model shows him with a black eye and several cuts.

1962 - Zoe the (???) joins the family.

1963 - Lurpy dies at 11. (Cockatiels have a life expectancy of 20-25 years)

Aug 26 1964 - Sven dies on Walter's 12th bday, while making a dragon shaped slide. He's 49.

1968 - Walter enters the bunker. He's 16. Durpy the Dove joins the family.

May 7 1968 - Dawn is born.

1969 - Lucy the dog dies.

June 20 1969 - Gus is born.

1970 - Zoe dies

1971 - Purply the Budgie joins the family.

1974 - Coco the (???) joins the family.

Jan 12 1976 - Gregory is born

Dec 7 1977 - Kay files for divorce after arguing with Sam about the curse.

Dec 19 1977 - Gregory drowns in the bath a month before his 2nd bday

1978 - Shadow the cat joins the family.

1979 - Purply dies at 8.

1980 - Rob the Bearded Dragon joins the family. Bob the Snake joins the family.

1981 - Durpy dies at 13.

1982 - Oliver the rabbit joins the family.

Nov 8 1982 - Gus dies, crushed by debris from a storm during Sam's wedding to an unnamed woman.

July 16 1983 - Sam dies, kicked off a cliff by a deer. Dawn is 15.

1984 - Bob dies at 4.

1985 - Daisy the (???) joins the family.

1986-87 Dawn goes to India, meets Sanjay.

1988 - Shadow the cat dies.

Dec 27 1988 - Lewis is born. Furpy joins the family. Tucker the (???) joins the family

1989 - Oliver the rabbit dies.

1991 - Rob dies at 10. Furpy dies.

1992 - Zurpy the Owl joins the family.

May 19 1992 - Milton is born.

1993 - Charlie the cat joins the family. Daisy dies.

1994 - Durpy Jr the Dove joins the family.

1995 - Zurpy dies at 3. Schatzi the (???) joins the family.

Feb 14 1999 - Valentine's Baby Edith. Lowest tide in a thousand years allegedly allows Edie to access the Old House. At some point between now and Nov 2010, three unnamed gerbils join the family, and then die.

Feb 22 2002 - Sanjay dies in an earthquake, eight days after Edith's 3rd bday, Dawn and children return to Finch House. Dawn writes "To Teach and To Learn" at some point in the next few years. At some point between now and 2010, Dawn probably finds a stray cat and names it Molly.

Oct 23 2003 - Milton disappears.

Late 2003 to Early 2004 - Dawn searches for Milton, eventually gives up and seals the rooms for unknown reasons.

March 31 2005 - Walter leaves the bunker and dies, allegedly hit by a train. There are several strange inconsistencies surrounding the circumstances of his death.

2006 - Durpy Jr dies at 12.

2009 - Schatzi dies

Nov 21 2010 - Lewis dies of apparent suicide one month before his 22nd bday.

Nov 28 2010 - A week after Lewis's death, Dawn informs Edie they are leaving the house. After Edie attempts to give Edith a book containing a story about their family which Dawn violently rips away, Dawn flees the house with Edith immediately, leaving Edie and all her belongings behind.

(Molly the cat is not mentioned in regards to the move, so she may have died by this point, but she is not listed in the graveyard, so it's possible she was simply left behind. There is a taxidermy calico in Sam's room, but Sam was dead before Molly could reasonably have joined the family, so this is unlikely to be her. A cat is seen outside human Molly's room in 2016, which may prove she's still alive- but she'd be around 14 years old. An unlikely age for a cat abandoned outdoors for 7 years.)

Nov 29 2010 - Edie is found dead by nursing care workers, and may have killed herself by combining alcohol with her medication, intentionally or otherwise. She's 93, the only member of her family to live longer than her father, who died at 57.

Dec 5 2010 - The date on Edie's tombstone, a week after when she supposedly died.

May (around the 12-18th?) 2016 - Edith becomes pregnant.

Oct 12 2016 - Dawn dies of a chronic illness at 48. Edith is 16 and about 6 months pregnant.

Oct 13 - 19 2016 - Edith returns to the Finch House at 22 weeks pregnant.

Jan 18 2017 - Edith dies in childbirth a month before her 18th bday. Christopher is born (possibly named for Molly's goldfish?).

2027? - At some point in the future, a young Christopher returns to the house, which has changed since the last time it was seen. He is wearing a cast.

A note on unrecorded pets- There are additionally 5 (possibly 6?) unmarked pet graves in the cemetery. One of the blank stones presumably belongs to Rob the bearded dragon, who has a memorial in Edie's room but no gravestone. One is marked as a fish and another is a rabbit, with no names or dates. One is a knocked over and unreadable sign of the same kind used for the birds, indicating it may be an otherwise unrecorded bird. There is also a statue of a frog- the knocked over sign may instead refer to an unrecorded pet frog, or the frog statue might be a separate gravestone, or simply a decoration. This leaves one blank headstone with no indication of what might lie beneath it. Let's assume it's a mass grave for gerbils.

#what remains of edith finch #timeline

[diariesofapisces]

Hell Week Anniversary.

You know how I look to reflect on Shit and today I would like to go back to I would say the darkest time of my freshman year. It all started on February 15th when I finally got a preroll and a battery for my cart. This meant that I finally could smoke weed as much as I wanted. I felt so manic and I literally took a million videos and photos about it. After I got that battery I went insane and greened out really bad hours after I got it. I woke up the next day on the 16th and forgot how much I smoked the night before. I did a wake-and-bake before even eating with very little sleep the night before. Of course, we all know that I greened out again but this time in the line to Starbucks. I literally could not stand and I had to sit down for about 10 min. I stumbled back to my dorm without my Starbucks and I had to miss class because I was so weak and high. When I filmed a video describing the event I looked pale and so weak. As I said in my videos I smoked in the evening because I had nothing better to do. The 17th wasn't very eventful because of a horrible work shift but I knew that Spencer was going to flake out on smoking with me which stressed me out. Also, I was upset because I was supposed to go to Tucson for Shelby and Morgans's birthday party but my mom couldn't get me down there. I was super upset about this and got a joint just to smoke with Spencer. The next day, the 18th, was tragic. I thought the last time I smoked with Spencer was bad. I texted him at like 2 to see if we still had plans and he didn't respond till 6:30 that he couldn't hang out. I spent the whole day stressed about whether he was going to cancel or not and I couldn't do anything more with my time than smoke and make ranting videos. That night I said I was done with him. Spoiler I wasn't. After that day I started keeping count of how many days I had no contact with him, I made it to 4 days. On the 21st I made a tik tok depicting just how I felt, it's super fucking depressing. From then until the 23rd I was keeping the delusion that he was going to miss me and reach out in my mind, and also the one where I could go without him. The 23rd is a day I will never forget. Let me paint the picture. Spencer had invited us to go see this stupid comedian and I didn't go becuase I didn't want to waste my money. However, I did decide to hang out with them after the show ended so at 11. I didn't really want to go but I was desperate to see him and to B do something with my time. So of course I make tiktoks to pass the time and I go. And guess what happened. I was triggered by the fact then he didn't really pay attention to me and she left me to go hang out with his other friends. After he left shit hit the fan. That really fucking triggered me so I decided it would be fun to take 10 shots of the shittiest vodaka ever. I encouraged everyone to give each other hickeys and make out and stuff which led to three of my friends having a threesome. I and Gib were sitting outside the room that was happening and I was complaining about Spencer. After that, I impulsively offered up my joint and we all went outside to smoke that. After that, Gib went home becuase it was 2:30 in the morning but me and three other girls decided to keep going. During the next two hours, we all decided to drink more and make out. I decided to go for a girl I didn't know as well because there was no way I was gonna do anything with Shi or Larissa. So on the 24th, I ended up having a semi-orgy with my friends and I ate out with that girl. It was funny becuase I was doing great until I rolled over and passed out. I was still helping tho. Then after a bit, I crawled to the bathroom threw up, and passed out again. At five am I stumbled back to my room and took a nap. I woke up on the 24th and in the afternoon Spencer took me to Joan's. The night before I asked him to take me and he reluctantly agreed. I ended up having to pay him 20$ to take me to my disappointment we didn't hang out after. He just said she you around and let me know if you want to smoke.

[timetravesty]

Running On A High

For @honestlymaximumblizzard who requested a fic about Clove's 16th birthday and spending it with Erin! Please Enjoy!

Masterlist

Warnings: Mild mild cursing

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“Alright, now take a turn down this street. We’ll be attempting the parallel parking segment of the test.” The man said as he pointed his sharp pencil to the side. Clove nodded, hands firmly placed on the steering wheel as she slowly turned the wheel.

This was nerve wracking and Clove was probably sweating bullets. Luckily, she was wearing a simple white tee and light blue jeans and under the sun of the city, Clove felt a little cooler.

Taking the turn, she slowly worked her way into the horizontal parking space, carefully stopping and concentrating before finally turning forward. She took her hands off the wheel as the instructor opened the door, checking her parking as Clove held her breath.

The man made another tick on his clipboard before slipping the paper out. “Congratulations, you’ve passed.” He said as Clove smiled brightly.

She thanked the man, exiting the car as she followed him back into the DMV. Sitting in one of the blue waiting room chairs, Bea scrolled on her phone, looking up when her daughter reapproached as she proudly held up her test.

“Guess who got their driver’s license?!” Clove exclaimed as Bea stood, towering over her daughter and taking the sheet.

“Hey, congrats princess. It only took you three tries.” Bea teased as Clove rolled her eyes, reclaiming the paper from her mom as the two exited the building. Set out front, Bea’s Mercedes GT-class was sparkling under the sun as Clove looked towards her mom.

“Hey, I could drive us home?” Clove tried as Bea laughed, ruffling Clove’s chocolate locks with a smile.

“Not a chance. Your mom would kill me if I let you on the streets of New York so soon.”

Clove took shotgun of the car, buckling in as Bea stepped into the vehicle. “Hey, mom said I was a fine driver. I took her on a drive like a week ago.” Clove justified as Bea smiled, flipping on the engine and exiting out of the lot.

“You mean the day she came home with a headache and had to go to bed early?” Bea asked as the two drove towards their apartment.

“Ma, I’ve got the document to prove it. I know how to drive now so maybe….” She trailed off, glancing outside towards the city as Bea rolled her eyes. She glanced at Clove, smiling softly before turning back to the road.

“Your birthday’s coming up. Know what you want yet?” Bea asked as Clove scoffed.

“I guess the hints I’ve been dropping haven’t been getting across.” Clove mumbled as Bea shrugged, stopping at a red light as she tapped her short nails against the wheel.

“Well, your request is a little bit of a stretch.” Bea smiled as Clove raised a sharp brow.

For two CEOs of some pretty big companies, Clove didn’t think her request was a stretch at all. Of course, she didn’t expect her moms to just get her a car for free like Clove was some sort of spoiled brat. She had taken the liberty of applying for a summer job as a teacher’s assistant to Ms. James, helping the tiny Thatcher-Heart kids become future ballet dancers. Coincidentally, Thatcher-Heart had a large dance program, meaning Clove had a buddy to keep her company and help her perform some steps.

The gorgeous ice queen, Erin McDermot, was surprisingly kind to children, though she was not very thrilled about Clove being there constantly. It was good money though, and Clove had already saved up about 7k from taking some extra dancing gigs around the city.

That was nowhere near the amount she needed for the car she wanted, but it at least showed her moms she was trying to work for it. If they wanted her to pay them back, Clove would have, but she kinda wanted the car now.

“What’s so important about getting a car now? You’re almost sixteen. I didn’t get my driver’s license till I was 17.” Bea said, pulling into the parking lot of their apartment complex.

“I just really want a car of my own! I can keep my job and pay for all the things it needs!” Clove said as Bea chuckled, stopping the car as the two made their way up to the apartment.

Poppy was sitting on the big couch, computer in her lap as Oliver sat by her side, playing on his leap frog as Poppy would tap the screen every now and then when the boy would get stuck.

She looked up, smiling when she saw the two as Bea came around to the back of the couch, pressing a kiss to her forehead before exiting towards the kitchen. “How did it go?” Poppy asked as Clove pulled the paper from her back pocket.

Poppy took it, smiling as Clove watched her mom. She was still insanely gorgeous, no longer golden blonde but a darker tawny color as she glanced up at Clove. “Congratulations Love.” Poppy smiled as she gestured for Clove to bend down, pressing a kiss to her cheek as Clove pulled away.

“I was talking with Ma on the drive back about my birthday gift…” Clove tried, moving to sit by Oliver who clapped happily when Clove sat by him.

“Lo, look at my… my rabbit.” He mumbled in his tiny baby voice as Clove shifted him onto her lap, bouncing him up and down as Poppy closed her computer.

“Oh, and what did you have in mind?” Poppy asked, looking over at Bea who was currently peeling a mango. She smiled up at Poppy before resuming her cutting as Poppy turned back to Clove.

“Maybe… I could get a car for my birthday? I’ve already got one in mind if you’re open to suggestions.”

“A car? That’s a hefty gift, Clove, and you just got your license.” Poppy commented as Clove nodded.

“That is all true, but, hear me out, you don’t have to drive me to school anymore.” Clove smiled as Poppy rolled her eyes playfully.

“And if I like driving you to school?” Poppy challenged as Clove sighed.

“Mom, I’m sixteen now. I could save up for my own car, or I can give you like a downpayment and pay you back the rest later.” Clove offered as Poppy stifled a laugh.

Oliver looked up at Clove with wide brown eyes as Clove ruffled the boy's hair. “Car? I want a car.” He smiled, pointing at his tablet that featured a hot red car.

“Maybe when you’re older Oli.” Clove smiled down at her baby brother as Bea came back, a bowl of mangos in hand as she took a seat next to Poppy who leaned back to look at Bea.

“Clove wants a car. Did you know this?”

Bea shrugged, eating a piece with a toothpick as Oliver’s eyes zeroed in on the bowl of fruit. He set his tablet down, sliding off of Clove’s lap before waddling over to Bea who set the fruit on the table to pick up the boy. She placed him carefully between her legs before handing him the bowl.

“She’s mentioned it once or twice.”

By once or twice, Bea meant that Clove had mentioned it almost daily since she got her learner’s permit a year ago.

“Guys, I’m a responsible child, right?”

Poppy and Bea remained quiet.

“Okay, you would leave me alone in a room with Oli, right?”

“Yes, but only for an hour.” Bea said as Clove heaved a heavy sigh.

“What do I need to do to prove to you I can handle a car? I’ll even take a motorcycle if you like that option better?” Poppy grimaced as she looked at Clove more seriously.

“Clove, we trust you with a car, but we have to give it some more thought. And no, you can not have a motorcycle. Those things are death traps.”

“It’s true, she said that when she first got on mine.” Bea added as Poppy nodded along with her wife’s statement.

“Give us some time to think about it. Until then, what else do you want for your birthday?” Poppy asked as Clove hummed to herself.

Honestly, she didn’t have many plans since her birthday fell on a Thursday, a school day and a session of ballet practice afterwards. Her moms usually picked her up later on that day and usually, like on most of Clove’s birthdays, they would head to some nice restaurant of Clove’s choice and meet up with their family members. Zoey, Veronica, Chloe, Carter, Art, Joshua, Ana, and sometimes even Piers would show up to celebrate her birthday. They were the more noticeable guests, but recently Tevon and Mei, Bea and Poppy’s work colleagues, would show up. Even Kath Rensler, Bea’s former boss, always left some gorgeous gifts for Clove to have since the woman was currently retiring in Greece. Her grandparents in SweetCreek always mailed her something that reminded her of the farm and Clove had quite a collection now.

Clove wasn’t one to usually invite people from school over, but she had always invited Sally who was her plus one on most small gatherings. Though some girls on the dance team wanted to be invited, Clove usually forgot to tell them where it was. She liked the girls, but inviting them to a personal family event seemed out of place.

“Honestly, I really don’t want anything else. Just a cake.” Clove shrugged as Poppy rolled her eyes.

“You are both awful at having birthdays.” Poppy commented as she looked at Bea who was currently munching on a mango while Oliver was too. They both looked up at Poppy simultaneously, mango in their mouths as Bea frowned slightly.

“We don’t need to have a Kardashian sized party every year. That’s saved for you, drama queen.”

Poppy turned back to Clove, smiling simply at her daughter who was staring off in the distance. “Think about it some more Clove, it’s only a few weeks away.”

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“Birthday french toast!” Bea called out as Clove ran down the stairs, adjusting her tie as she slid professionally onto a kitchen stool. “Hey, happy birthday, birthday girl!” Bea smiled, moving around the kitchen and placing a kiss on Clove's forehead.

“Thanks Ma.” Clove smiled, fixing her tie using one of the hanging wall mirrors as Bea went back to the stove. Somehow, she actually did feel sixteen, a shock since most birthdays, it always took a couple of months to actually feel like the age.

“What do you want on your toast? I’ve got whipped cream, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries-”

“I’ll just have some syrup.” Clove smiled as Bea slid her an already made plate of french toast and syrup.

“Even at sixteen, your tastes don’t change.” Bea smiled as she cut up a plate for Oliver who was still asleep apparently. Poppy wasn’t downstairs either as Clove took a bite of her birthday breakfast. It was absolutely delicious.

“Where’s mom? Did she head to the office already?” Clove asked, as Bea turned around. She shook her head, glancing down at her watch before smiling back up at Clove.

“Not quite, schools about to start right? We should get going.” Bea stated, shutting off the stove and moving towards the front door as Clove stared at her in confusion.

“School isn’t for another hour?” She exclaimed, but Bea was already out the door. Grabbing her fork, Clove ate the rest of her toast quickly, before grabbing her backpack and following her mom down to the parking lot.

She was soon standing in front of Poppy, Bea, and Oliver who was holding something in his tiny hands. Standing beside them, was a sleek black 1967 Ford Mustang Fastback.

Clove’s jaw dropped, approaching her family as Bea gestured excitedly towards the car. “Happy Birthday Clover!” Bea exclaimed as Poppy and Oliver did a little clap. Clove approached slowly, circling the car of her dreams as she ran a careful hand over its sleek exterior.

When she finally stopped her circling, she turned back to her family as Poppy gently pushed Oliver forward. He outstretched his hand, showing Clove a pair of car keys as he smiled up at her.

She leaned down, taking them from her little brother while giving him a brief hug. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Clove exclaimed, moving past Oli and throwing her arms around Poppy who was a little taken aback, but quickly wrapped her arms around her daughter.

“You’re welcome, Love. Just… promise to be careful.” Poppy mumbled against Clove’s ear, pressing a kiss to her cheek before they parted. Clove moved to hug Bea, who went in to spin her a little as Clove laughed.

“It’s brand new, so treat it well Clove.” Bea smiled as Clove nodded excitedly, glancing over at the new car before turning towards her moms.

“Wait, can I-”

“Yes, you can drive it to school. Just meet us at 5:30 at Eleven Madison Park.” Bea said, throwing an arm around Poppy’s shoulders as Oliver waddled back over to his moms. Poppy bent down to pick the boy up, but he was getting heavier as he hugged Poppy.

“Holy shit!” Clove exclaimed happily, running to the side of the car as Poppy gave her a stern look while Bea laughed. “Sorry, I mean thank you… again. I’ll see you at dinner! Love you!” Clove smiled, unlocking the car as she took a seat inside. It had a lighter brown leather interior, a sleek radio and interface attached to the dashboard and there was even a little Clover keychain hanging from the overhead mirror.

She pressed the button, the car’s engine beginning to rev as she waved goodbye to her family, slowly pulling out of the parking lot and down the streets of New York.

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“Sheesh, your moms actually bought you your dream car?” Sally asked, undoing her locker as Clove unlocked her own.

“I know! They were being so suspicious about it at first, but she’s sitting out front right now!” Clove exclaimed as she grabbed her textbook. Even Pre-Cal couldn't ruin her mood.

“You’ll have to take me on a drive sometime. I’m glad you finally passed your exam, by the way. I was wondering if I would have to carpool you everywhere.”

“Ha Ha.” Clove rolled her eyes as she stashed her book in her bag. She had three more classes to attend, a four hour dance practice, and then she would have to drive on down to her favorite restaurant in the city. Just thinking about her car made Clove giddy as she waved goodbye to Sally who was currently on a different schedule. At least the two still met for lunch on most days.

Sliding down the halls, Clove stopped in front of the large double doors of her classroom, reaching to open them just as another figure approached. Smelling exactly like jasmine and coffee, Erin stood tall as she waited where Clove was reaching for the doors. Clove looked up, locking eyes with Erin who raised a sharp brow.

“Are you going to move?” She asked as Clove dropped her hands, moving slightly away from the door handles as she stood up straighter. Erin moved to grab the handles as Clove cleared her throat.

“You’re looking nice today Erin.” Clove said as Erin shot her a glare.

“Great, what do you want now?”

“I can’t compliment you when I think you look nice?”

“Not when you obviously want something.” Erin commented as Clove shrugged.

“Okay, you're probably right. In case you didn’t know, it’s my birthday today.”

“Congratulations. You want a candle or something?” Erin asked, dropping her hold on the handle as she moved closer to Clove who took a step back as some more students went to enter the classroom. Clove could smell the jasmine perfume stronger now as she glanced up at Erin who was about three inches taller than her. It may have hurt Clove’s pride just a little at their height difference, but she didn’t let it distract her for too long.

“Actually, I do want something from you.” Clove smirked up at the platinum blonde who scoffed.

“I’ll regret this, but what the hell could you want from me?”

“Well, I obviously don’t want to spend my birthday at school and I like to mess with you, so I want to kill two birds with one stone.” Erin grimaced.

“Sorry, I guess I should switch to vegetarian terms for you. I want to… harvest multiple potatoes at once?” Clove tried, blinking to herself slowly as Erin fought the smile that threatened to show on her lips.

“What do you want?” Erin asked again as Clove shook herself out of her daze. She has to come up with a better phrase than that.

“Ditch school with me.” Clove simply said as Erin gasped. As if the very idea itself was a disgrace.

“What? Hell no.” She said sternly as Clove wiggled her brows.

“You want to though. Besides, we’ve got exams next week, so all the classes are just reviewing. Missing one day won’t kill us.”

“I have a perfect record, Clove.” Erin hissed as Clove shrugged.

“So do I, but I’m bored and you’re the only person available. All the other girls have different schedules than me.”

“Take one of your boyfriends.”

“Would you believe me if I said they had different schedules too?” Clove asked as Erin sternly shook her head.

“I’m not doing this. Happy Birthday I guess, but you can leave me out of it.” She turned on her heel as Clove ran up to her, standing in front of the doors as Erin rolled her eyes.

“C’mon Erin! You’re so stuck up, don’t you wanna live like a teenager for at least one day?”

“I don’t know what you consider as “living like a teenager,” but being a delinquent shouldn’t be a qualification.”

Clove went quiet as Erin stared her down. The classroom behind her had just begun to fill with students and soon, the two definitely couldn't get away. Clove bit her lip, before a bright idea shot through her thick skull.

“Rock, paper, scissors.” She said, holding out one hand as Erin’s eyes widened before she took a deep breath.

“Oh my gosh, I thought you were turning sixteen, not four.”

“If you’re so confident, ice queen, then play a game with me. If I win, you ditch with me and do whatever I say, if you win… I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the school year.” Clove challenged as Erin furrowed her brows.

“Are you serious?” She asked, clenching her fist as Clove nodded.

“Yea, totally. Let’s go. Two out of three.” She held out her fist as Erin sighed, holding up her’s a minute later. Clove counted down, maybe she was a little nervous as she watched Erin who looked down at their hands.

“Rock, paper, scissors.” Clove said, holding out a rock while Erin held out scissors. Clove smiled, readying her hand again as Erin rolled her eyes.

“Rock, paper, scissors.” Erin held out paper while Clove held out… a rock.

“Okay, we’re tied. Last one.” Clove smirked as Erin avoided eye contact.

“Rock, paper, scissors.”

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“Do you want the hood down?” Clove asked as Erin glanced around nervously. She was doing her best to try and hide her platinum blonde hair as she ducked her head a little low.

“Fuck you Clove. Just pull out of the stupid parking lot.” Erin hissed, silently hoping that no one would notice she was gone as Clove shrugged. She had dropped the hood anyway, rolling away from the parking lot and taking down the streets of New York.

She had lost the game of rock, paper, scissors after Clove beat her with another rock after Erin had pulled out scissors. Now, she was sitting in Clove’s new car which… was actually pretty nice.

Clove glanced over at Erin, one hand on the steering wheel and the other hanging out the side as Erin looked away from Clove and out of the small window in the front. “If you crash, I’ll come back to haunt you so put both hands on the steering wheel.” Erin said as Clove pouted, placing her hands back on the black wheel as the two took several streets through New York.

“So, aren’t you curious about what I want you to do?” Clove asked, stopping at a red light as she looked at Erin. Erin only shook her head, focusing straight ahead as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Not really. All of your ideas will probably result in criminal charges and if you didn’t want to spend your birthday at school, you sure as hell don’t want to spend it in jail.” Erin commented as Clove laughed, ruffling a hand through her chocolate locks as she nodded.

“You’re probably right. Getting you to run down the streets of New York in your underwear would probably be too much for an afternoon. You wouldn't be the first New Yorker to do it though.” Clove smirked as Erin finally looked at her, glaring with her beautiful blue eyes as Clove smiled.

“If you don’t have actual plans, let’s go back to school.” Erin said as Clove shook her head, stepping on the gas as she glided down the streets of New York.

“Phft, I’ve got a plan MD, just sit back and relax. You can turn on some music if it helps, but please, no classical stuff.” Clove murmured as Erin kept her hands to herself. They rode down the streets, wind whipping around them as Clove fought to steal a glance at Erin. Her long platinum hair was flying behind her, the sight a little too pretty as Erin kept facing forward. She was probably ignoring Clove, but that was okay. She couldn't do it for the whole afternoon.

Turning back to the street, Clove quickly turned, almost missing the signal as she slowed to a stop. She carefully parked in one of the empty slots, before unbuckling her seat. She stepped out as Erin followed her.

Erin was looking around as Clove began to walk, the blonde trailing behind as she glanced to the side. “Is this where you murder me MH?” Erin asked, the typical snark in her tone as Clove shrugged.

“This is a shabby place to off someone Erin. Don’t you watch true crime documentaries?” Clove asked as they approached one of the smaller buildings near the area. Clove reached for the door, holding it open for Erin as the blonde stepped in.

“Welcome to Bonnetts.” Clove smiled, waving at the store keeper who was currently sweeping around the place. Bea had taken Clove to this place ever since she was a little girl. It was somewhat close to the Rensler building and when it was Bea’s turn to take Clove home, they would often stop by the small store and order a hamdog with exactly twelve french fries.

Erin stared in horror at the small hole in the wall store. While not the most appealing, their food was pretty delicious as Clove approached the counter. “Hey, one hamdog, one veggie dog, and twenty four french fries.” She told the man in front as he nodded, walking away to the back as Erin was still staring speechless at the store.

“Careful, flies might fly into your mouth.” Clove said, looking around at the knock off food items as Erin glanced at Clove.

“Do you actually eat this stuff?” Erin asked, glancing down at some item called pickle ranch soup.

“Well, some of the stuff is obviously nasty, but some of it can be quite tasty. My mom used to take me here when I was little.”

“Okay, well what the hell is a hamdog anyway? And please tell me the veggie dog is just a regular burger.” Erin asked, slowly picking up a huge red lollipop. She turned it over in her hands as Clove shrugged.

“It's a hotdog stuffed with ground beef wrapped in a hamburger bun. They add some lettuce and some really good cheese. The veggie dog is basically a cucumber I think, with the lettuce and the cheese attached.” Clove said as she could feel her mouth watering just by the thought of the meal. Not the veggie one, obviously.

Erin scrunched up her nose in disgust, dropping the lollipop as she stepped around the small store carefully. “And twenty four fires exactly?”

“That’s always how many my mom told me to order. I figure something bad happens if you eat more than twelve of your own.” Erin scoffed at the ridiculousness of the statement, flicking one of the small pinwheels attached to a bottle as she glanced at Clove over the small section of food.

“This place is awful, Clove.” Erin said, but the girl couldn’t fight the curiosity in her tone as Clove shrugged.

“Just try the food at least. It’s good, I swear.” The bell overhead dinged, the man coming back with their order as Clove took the bag, handing him a twenty dollar bill as she gestured for Erin to follow. The blonde took a second, holding something up to the man, before she followed behind Clove who was walking quickly down the sidewalk.

They walked a few minutes in silence, until Clove stopped in front of a large concrete block sitting in a shady corner of the area. She set the food down on the large block, hosting herself up and taking a seat. Erin frowned, looking up at Clove who was swinging her legs like a child before she held out a hand for Erin.

She ignored it, hoisting herself up and taking a seat on the block. It wasn’t far from the ground, but from the distance, it looked like a mini stage as Clove undid the box of food. She took a second to count the fries, separating them perfectly as Erin rolled her eyes.

Finally, Clove slid Erin her own half of the box, an interesting looking piece of bread sitting in the container as Clove took a large bite from hers. “This is better than I remembered.” Clove mumbled, eating her fries as Erin tentatively picked hers up. It was definitely a cucumber, which looked like it had been stuffed to its top with a carrot and ranch dressing. Wrapped in the bread, it looked pretty gross, but Erin shrugged her shoulders, tentatively taking a bite before setting it down a second later.

“Yea, I’m not finishing that.”

“You can have some of mine, but it is full of meat.” Erin rolled her eyes again, taking off the top of the hamburger and throwing the bread at some of the pigeons who had found their way over to the two girls. They, unlike Erin, ate it happily.

Erin reached for a single fry, taking a bite and actually swallowing it. “Okay, the fries are better.” She stated as she continued to munch on them. Clove nodded, finishing her hamdog in record time as she finished her fries before Erin did.

She clapped her hands together, watching the pigeons peck around at the vegetables and bread Erin had thrown them as she finally finished up her fries.

“So, rating?” Clove asked, looking at Erin who was pushing her hair to rest over one shoulder. Clove could never understand the desire to have really long hair. Sure, it looked pretty on some people, but she preferred her hair shorter, not Bea’s length short, but at most to her shoulders. Though, it looked pretty nice on Erin.

“Like a four.” She said as she looked down at her filed down nails. “Though, maybe they just don’t get many vegetarians in that shack.”

“How come you’re a vegetarian anyway? I’m sure it’s better for dancing, but you don’t really love the taste of carrots, right?” Erin shook her head, pocketing her hands in her coat she wore as she looked off in the distance.

“I guess it’s because my dad once took me to a processing plant when I was seven for a… bonding moment. I saw how they made the burgers and…” She trailed off, shivering at the thought as Clove raised her brows. “Anyway, I don’t like the taste of meat very much.” She stated simply as Clove nodded.

She glanced down at the pigeons who were still scattered around them, before glancing behind her and pointing at the stage. “This could be a pretty cool place to have a concert.” Clove said, standing up and brushing off her slacks as Erin turned to look at Clove who was currently walking around the concrete block.

It certainly didn’t look like much, but it had a sturdy surface and it was large and tall enough to be used as a stage. “Just imagine a few lights right where you’re sitting. A full crowd out in the center, and a huge disco ball up on top!” Clove smiled, pointing at each imaginary feature as Erin rolled her eyes. She stood too, watching Clove who was slowly waltzing through a few makeshift steps.

“Please, no one would even be able to find this place. It’s so hidden in the city.” Erin stated as she glanced around. Clove chuckled, doing a small leap in her sneakers as she looked back at Erin.

“You’re probably right, but you can still imagine it’d be a nice place to have a show.”

“Hmm, from the stage of Thatcher-Heart to a mere concrete block? How the mighty have fallen…”

Clove rolled her eyes, pulling out her phone and typing in some music. She slipped out of her blazer, displaying her white dress shirt as she loosened her tie as well. Setting her phone down, some soft waltz music came through the speaker as she cleared her throat.

Clove extended her hand out to Erin, bowing a little as she smiled. “May I have this dance?”

“Oh my gosh, no way.” Erin smiled, before biting her lip.

“C���mon. I won rock, paper, scissors.”

“You also tried to kill me with that veggie dog, so I think we’re even.” Erin smirked, before looking back down at Clove’s offered hand.

“The music is going to quit soon and it’s bad luck to leave a dancer hanging.”

“We’re ballet dancers, Clove.”

“I know how to waltz though. My mom taught me.” Clove smiled, remembering Poppy going through multiple steps with her one night when they were preparing to head to a charity ball. Clove wouldn't have been asked to dance that night, but she wanted to know the steps anyway since Poppy had apparently taught Bea as well.

Erin sighed, before she slipped off her own blazer, throwing it down next to Clove’s before taking the girl’s offered hands. Clove took her palm, soft to the touch as she pressed herself a little closer.

“I’ll lead, yea?” Clove asked as Erin slowly nodded, looking shyly at Clove’s face as they were only a few inches apart. Placing her hand on Erin’s waist, Clove led Erin’s hand to her shoulder, feeling the comfortable weight before beginning to guide the girl into steps.

“It’s kind of like a box. I’m going to step forward and you’ll step back. I’ll step to the side and you’ll follow me.” Clove murmured, keeping her eyes trained on Erin’s face as Erin ducked her head down to watch their steps.

The waltz music sounded in the background as Clove tsked, squeezing Erin’s hand gently as the girl glanced back up. “You gotta focus on your partner. Don’t watch your feet.” She said as the two began to waltz.

Erin, unsurprising to no one, was a quick learner, quickly matching Clove’s pace as they waltzed around the concrete block. She didn't look Clove directly in the eye, but Clove could see the hint of a smile on Erin’s face as they waltzed.

She fit almost perfectly against Clove, hand against her shoulder as they moved gracefully around the makeshift stage. Feeling the soft skin of Erin’s palm, Clove felt her heart quicken at the touch, the gentle smell of Erin’s perfume, before Clove blinked slowly. As the music faded out, Clove didn’t think much of it, she pushed Erin back as the girl’s eyes widened.

A move Clove had learned easily when she was little took an unexpected turn when Erin resisted the pulling back, causing both girls to topple when Clove pulled too hard as Erin tripped and fell onto Clove!

“Oof!” Clove exclaimed, feeling Erin fall directly onto her as the waltz music came to a crescendo.

Silence followed, Erin lying directly on top of Clove who looked up at the platinum blonde. Her long hair fell around the two like a curtain as Clove only let out an exhausted sigh. She glanced at Erin who might have been blushing before Clove let out a laugh.

Unexpectedly, Erin followed her, laughing at the situation as she pulled back, sitting on her knees as Clove pushed herself onto her elbows.

“That did not end how I expected it to.” Clove laughed as Erin nodded, smiling at Clove softly as she looked at the brunette. She looked like she wanted to say something, but instead, Erin moved towards her blazer, reaching in and pulling out something.

She walked back to Clove, taking a seat on the concrete as she handed Clove something. Taking it in her palm, Clove looked down at the red lollipop that Erin had held previously at Bonnetts.

“...For your birthday.” Erin mumbled as Clove smiled down at her palm. She nodded, looking up at Erin who was avoiding eye contact.

“Thanks, Erin.” Clove said as the blonde shrugged.

“You would have given me so much crap if I didn’t get you something.” She justified as Clove laughed. She was obviously right, unsurprising to no one.

Leaning back on her hands, Clove placed the lollipop in her pocket, grinning wide as Erin sighed. The two sat in silence once again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, quite the opposite actually. Clove was actually… enjoying hanging out with Erin. “C’mon, let’s walk around for a bit.” Clove said, standing up and offering her hand for Erin to take.

This time, the girl accepted.

The two walked around for a while, hopping back in the car and driving around the city and just reveling in the peaceful silence.

Sometime later, Erin checked her watch, tsking as she looked at Clove. “It’s already 5. I didn’t think we'd been out that long.” She said as Clove nodded, turning down a street before sharply inhaling. She glanced at Erin when they hit a red light, watching the girl who looked a whole lot more comfortable as Clove could feel the small bulge of the lollipop in her pocket.

“...Do you wanna come to my birthday dinner?” Clove asked quickly as Erin raised a brow, glancing at the brunette who restarted her engine, driving down the street as she avoided glancing at Erin.

“You mean the dinner you never invite anyone to except Sally?” Erin asked as Clove shook her head.

“I’m not inviting inviting you, but I’m pretty sure I’m your only ride home and I can’t be late cause my moms will confiscate my car.” Erin snorted a laugh as Clove turned down a street.

She was already heading towards the restaurant, but she was keeping aware of any exits in case Erin really didn’t want to go.

A minute later, Erin nodded, sighing as she glanced at Clove. “Sure, let’s go.” She said simply as Clove felt her heartbeat quicken at the girl’s tone.

Soon, Clove was adjusting her blazer as Erin adjusted her own in the Eleven Madison Square Parking Lot. Nothing scandalous, but when Erin stepped closer to straighten Clove’s tie, Clove felt herself fighting off a deep blush as she cleared her throat.

“Thanks… for today.” Clove said as Erin nodded. Clove expected some quick remark, but instead Erin just smiled softly. The look was a little unusual on the girl’s face, but ridiculously gorgeous.

“It’s a one time thing, MH, but… it wasn’t awful.”

“And to think you would have never gone if you didn’t suck at rock, paper, scissors.” Clove teased as the two walked up towards the swanky restaurant. Already, several cars were piled in the front, some of the valets helping the guests as Clove spotted her moms standing out in the front with Bea holding Oliver.

She waved to them, gesturing for Erin to follow as the two approached. Poppy, wearing a stunning blue dress, glanced at Erin, raising a sharp brow as Bea smiled at the platinum blonde.

“Hello Erin. I didn’t think you would be coming.” Bea said, rocking Oliver before spotting Zoey and Veronica’s car pull up. She excused herself, walking over to the car as Poppy looked at Clove.

“I… wanted to bring a plus one.” Clove smiled as Poppy sighed, closing her eyes for a split second before glancing at Erin.

“It’s nice to see you again Erin.” Poppy said kindly as Erin nodded, nervously fiddling with her blazer as she smiled politely.

“You as well Mrs. Min-Hughes.”

Soon, Clove’s party had taken off. The now sixteen-year old received many gifts from her family and friends, but the one gift in her pocket was probably one of the best she had gotten that day.

When she received a large kiss to her cheek from Ana Min, one of her grandmothers, Clove caught Erin’s eye as the girl was looking at her with a simple expression. Clove knew social settings weren’t really Erin’s thing, so when the crowd went on to chatter about adult things while Sally retreated to the restroom, Clove slid up to Erin who was sitting in the chair next to the birthday girl.

“How are you feeling?” Clove asked as Erin shrugged, looking around at the happy table before turning her attention back to Clove.

“Your family throws a nice party.” She stated as Clove chuckled.

“Yea, I guess, but… I kinda just liked spending the day with you.” The admittance was a little sudden for Clove as Erin slipped a little from her position of her palm holding her chin. Her eyes were a little wide when she looked at Clove who held up the lollipop she stashed in her pocket.

She unwrapped it, popping it in her mouth and smiling over at Erin. “I do mean that, by the way.” She added as Erin bit her lip. Clove turned her attention back to her party, expecting their conversation to end as she shifted the lollipop in her mouth.

She sucked on the cherry lollipop, surprised at how good it tasted before feeling something shift under the table. She glanced down at her hand which was now covered by Erin's. Her ears probably blushed red as she turned her palm slowly, letting Erin interlock their fingers as the two glanced at each other.

Erin simply smiled, squeezing Clove’s hand just a little as the party around them faded into background noise. “...I know you meant it.” She whispered, keeping her hand intertwined with Clove’s for the rest of the party.

#poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #mybeahughes #queen b choices #request #clove min hughes #erin mcdermot

[smoochkooks]

—the (un)holy cock-up (m.)

⟶ pairing: park jimin/reader

⟶ genre: smut, angst 

⟶ word count: 14.5k

⟶ warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, profanity, unnecessary amount of biblical puns, some critic on catholic church, this is a heavy read be aware

⟶ summary: there is a quite long list of circumstances, with student loan and rent on the very top of it, that led you to work in the sunday’s spirit editorial department, a newspaper overally known among fellow catholic community of busan, with park jimin as your boss.

when your small cock-up goes unnoticeably out of your hand, you find yourself in a situation painted in all shades of wrong.

or, alternatively: when it’s forbidden, it tastes bittersweet.

a/n: please, before you read this: take the warnings seriously. this is not a light read, it touches some heavy and quite controversial topics. tit also involves a scene where a person in charge exhibits inappropriate behavior towards their subordinate which I do not condone, however it’s all done with consent.

ps. im really proud of this work so give me some love please:(

Fingertips typing furiously on the keyboards, sights focused on the computers’ screens, brows furrowed, minds utterly concentrated and all of this accompanied by angelic voices of various religious songs playing in the background.

This is how a typical day at Sunday’s Spirit editorial department goes by.

The newspaper is a local source of information for the catholic community not only in the city of Busan, but in the whole country. Its history starts in 70s, when Park Min-Sung with his wife started publishing the very first version of the Sunday’s Spirit, selling copies in front of churches. Young activists definitely hadn’t anticipated such a big success, especially due to hard times of the military dictatorship in Korea, but two decades later they have become one of the most affluent families in Busan. The newspaper remains the Park’s legacy till these days, being owned by Min-Sung’s son, with the original founder’s grandson Jimin as an editor-in-chief.

Sometimes you ponder how did you end up in this kind of situation. Sitting at your desk with eyes glued to the screen, working for the catholic newspaper with Mary did you know and other holy songs playing from the Spotify’s Blessed Hits playlist.

First of all, you aren’t quite a Jesus stan yourself. Not a regular churchgoer, Bible reader or a person who lives according to God’s will with Ten Commandments written on your heart and soul.

Someone may wonder, what a young, aspiring journalist like you is doing here? Yes, that’s right.

Money is the reason.

The perspectives of wealthy life as a presenter in the national television or a host in the radio were just a mirage, because after receiving your master degree in journalism you realised that, unfortunately, a bright future was bright only in your unreal dreams.

The case was simple. You needed money. Your bank account was literally screaming at you to get your shit together and figure something out before you end up under the bridge. So you started searching for a job, looking over various offers on the Internet for two weeks straight. A waitress? Nah, too clumsy for that. Jewelry seller? Definitely not, since you are a happy owner of a few pairs of earrings from etsy-like online shop that certainly have nothing to do with real gold. You were almost convinced you’re destined to be a sexworker but then you stumbled upon an offer from the Sunday’s Spirit.

It was your chance. A God himself decided to take pity on you.

In that exact moment the genre of the newspaper wasn’t important. The vision of bankruptcy was enough for you to wear knee-length black skirt, white button-up shirt and a pair of high heels you’ve never worn before and go on a job interview with plastered smile on your face, looking delightful like you have just given birth to Jesus Christ in Bethlehem.

All the Hollywood actresses could be put into shame after your Oscar-winning performance you acted out on the interview in front of middle-aged woman in checked jacket that no one wears since 90s. Your enthusiasm and assurance you live good, catholic woman’s life, along with your master degree and motivational letter (you added a quote from The Letter to Philipians at the end of it to spice it up) was enough to be accepted for the position of Ask and you shall find column creator.

The job itself wasn’t complex or tough. The newspaper on its online site has a page where people can create an account and send asks to the author of the column who responds to them. You did something wrong and you aren’t sure it should be considered a sin? Having problems with regular praying on mornings and evenings? Write to us and we will solemnly help you with the God’s blessing, it says.

This is basically how it works. Each week, the said journalist chooses the most interesting questions and answers to make an article to the Sunday’s Spirit’s next publication. Of course, you can’t answer those questions the way you would like. You must do it according to the catholic laws and God’s plan (the True God’s plan, not Drake’s). A woman who interviewed you even gave you a notebook full of already made-up responses and a list of things you definetely mustn’t write if you still want to be employed.

To be completely frank, you don’t hate your job that much. You actually feel kind of nice, helping other people with their problems. You’ve been doing this for six months now and during this period of time you got used to some things.

A ‘Jesus, I trust you’ framed picture you swore your mother gave you on your 16th birthday standing on your desk. Holy beats blasting through the speakers until you leave the office at 5pm. A big-ass cross hanging right in front of the entrance to the editorial. Lee Chin-sun, the Weekly News column author, rushing to Park Jimin’s bureau every day at different hours in her pencil skirts and high heels knocking on the floor.

There’s only the Pentecost in the middle of the office that could actually surprise you.

“Looks like our Mary Magdalene is going to Jesus cave again,” mutters Kim Taehyung, the newspaper’s main photographer, friend from your desk and, actually, the only friend you have here. Very much gay and just like you, in desperate need for money. “It’s her third visit today. I wonder what it is this time. New prayer to Pope Francis she found?” he whispers and you chuckle at that quietly, looking around if anyone pays attention to your conversation, but everyone seems busy doing their own stuff. “Maybe she’s sucking his dick right now and we all think they are playing Who said it? Bible edition,” he adds in a hushed tone.

You start thinking about it for a while. Is that really possible for someone like Park Jimin, the editor-in-chief of the Sunday’s Spirit to have a sexual relationship with his coworker? The man who has a smaller version of Pietà in his office?

“I mean look at him. I would smash that ass too.”

You roll your eyes at Taehyung words, going back to your previous task but every time you try to concentrate, the face of your boss appears in front of your eyes uncontrollably.

Truth to be told, Park Jimin was a sight.

Blond hair, always perfectly styled and simply parted in the middle, revealing his forehead. Dark, sharp eyes that seem to pierce right through your soul and full, plump lips which could only be described as kissable.

He wears only high fashion brands, wandering through the office in Prada and Tom Ford suits that hugs his sculpted body just right. You think that as for a person who never misses Sunday’s mass, Park Jimin has also nice thighs. And a fine piece of ass, as Taehyung would describe it.

Newest Rolex that costs probably more than you will ever earn in your entire life on his wrist, Mercedes who just got brought out to the international market standing on his parking spot in front of the building, an apartment in the most luxurious area in Busan.

Park Jimin inhales God’s mercy and exhales money.

You spoke to him more explicitly only once, on your first day at work. He greeted you and wished good luck, saying that everything will be fine because you know, God’s good. Since that day, Park Jimin seems out of your reach. You contact him only through email, sending articles for him to check and approve, occasionally receiving some short message from him to improve this and that. He rarely leaves his office during working hours but when he does, it’s either for business meetings outside the editorial or for a lunch at nearby restaurant.

There’s also one, special occasion, every Friday, that’s a sacred time for all the employees. The clock hits 12am and so it begins. The angelic voices stop singing and everybody shifts on their sits.

“Oh, Holy Judas. I almost forgot about my favourite part of the week,” Taehyung sighs, standing up from his desk. And by that, he means-

“Friday’s Bible contemplation lunch break, everyone please gather up at the cafeteria.” Park Jimin’s sweet as honey voice says through the speakers.

You stand up from your chair with reluctance. Taking food with you, you go to the cafeteria, following Taehyung.

That’s actually the next thing you got used to while working at Sunday’s Spirit. Bible contemplation meetings are, as you found out from Taehyung, Jimin’s idea after he became an editor-in-chief almost one year ago. Every Friday all the workers sit together, eat their lunches and listen to Jimin as he reads a certain chapter from the book with true admiration written on their faces. After that, he usually asks some questions holding a discussion among the participants who, unlike you, happily takes part in.

The cafeteria looks rather normal, like any other lunchrooms you see in offices. Painted in bright yellow colors, with a few tables and a typical kitchen set in the back. Except for one thing.

A replica of Leonardo da Vinci’s The Last Supper hanging on the wall.

You decided a long time ago that you don’t want to know how much money it cost Jimin to have something like that here.

The newspaper’s workers, almost like the twelve Apostles, sit together by the tables. Lee Chin-sun at the very front, looking completely mesmerized by today’s Park Jimin’s appearance. He’s wearing navy blue suit that Taehyung swears it’s from Hugo Boss. The place next to Chin-sun is always occupied by tall, black-haired guy named Choi Eunwoo, main graphic designer, hopelessly in love with her since his first days at work. Behind them there’s a group from emendation department, with their leader Min Yoongi and other journalists. You always sit with Taehyung at the back, near the kitchen, not necessarily paying attention to what’s happening in the front.

Jimin, as on every Friday, walks to the small podium, designed to look like a pulpit in the church and opens the Bible. But one thing is odd: Jimin ain’t no priest or altar boy himself and he certainly dosen’t look like one, flipping through the pages of what you think it’s New Testament this time.

From your point of view, you could practically see how Chin-sun sighs with content expression on her face, lacing her fingers together on the lap and straightening her back. Eunwoo, on the other hand, shifts uncomfortably on his seat, sending Chin-sun quick glances full of unspoken longing she never acknowledges, to his dismay.

Then, Park Jimin clears his throat and the whole cafeteria goes quiet.

Truth to be told, you never really listen to what he’s reading. This time is no different. You just chew on your avocado sandwich, occasionally taking a sip of coffee. Your boss’ smooth voice reaches your ears faintly but you don’t pay attention to it, focusing on eating and Taehyung’s hushed rumbling instead.

“Look at our Mary Magdalene, she looks like she might burst a nut just by listening to CEO Jesus,” he says, making you peek at the girl.

Mary Magdalene is a nickname that Taehyung made up for Chin-sun when he started working at Sunday’s Spirit, mainly because of her attitude and relationship with Jimin. It’s rather platonic, at least for now. She looks at him with pure admiration on her face and she literally melts everytime he smiles at her. But Chin-sun’s ‘stalking’ isn’t unreasonable. Her father is a well-known philanthropist in Busan. He donates catholic charities, churches and, what’s the most interesting – he has some connections with Jimin’s father, the owner of Sunday’s Spirit.

And here’s the thing: Chin-sun’s hare and hounds definitely have some hidden reason. Maybe the whole marriage thing that has become a gossip in the office is true. Which makes poor Eunwoo’s situation even worse.

“Sometimes I wonder why has he fallen in love with her in first place,” you whisper, pointing at the graphic designer. “He knows he stands no chance against Jimin.”

“What can I say, you can’t help who you fall in love with.” Taehyung muses almost poetically, shrugging his shoulders.

You hum at that, placing your coffee cup on the table and looking around the cafeteria. It seems like Jimin has ended his reading session for today and now he invites everyone to join the discussion about the topic. He flashes Chin-sun a gentle smile and you could swear the girl is biting her lip.

On the corner of your eye you see Taehyung smirking.

“What?” you ask.

Taehyung takes a sip of his coffee lazily (it’s always caramel macchiato), peering at Jimin. “Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if our boss really wants to settle not only with Chin-sun, but anyone in general,” he says languidly.

You furrow your brows. “What makes you think that? I mean, look at him. He probably waits with sex till marriage.” you snort.

Taehyung chuckles at your words. “Ah, sweetheart, you really know nothing about Park Jimin.”

“What do you mean?”

He moves closer to you, leaning towards your ear. “What I mean,” he whispers, “is that Park Jimin isn’t such a prude everyone thinks he is. At least he didn’t use to be.”

You raise your eyebrows at him with disbelief. “What? He’s secretly gay?” you mock.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “I wish, but no, he isn’t,” he answers with a sigh. “Do you know Min Yoongi from emendation team?” he then asks, pointing at grey-haired man with feline eyes sitting behind Chin-sun.

You nodd your head. Min Yoongi is a hard to read guy. Always suspiciously silent, practically never leaves his office. Something makes you wonder how did Taehyung end up befriending him enough to casually gossip about the boss. You will ask him about this on another occasion.

“So here’s the thing,” Taehyung begins, lowering the volume of his voice. “He used to study at the same university in Seoul with Jimin. They even had been together in the fraternity. Yoongi-hyung told me some juicy details about our boss’ life back then.”

You frown at his words. “And you are telling me this now?!” you hiss.

“I found out literally two days ago!” Taehyung exclaims, maybe a little too loud, so you quickly place your index finger on your lips, shushing him.

“Fine. Continue.” you whisper, looking around to see if anyone pays attention to you.

“Well, Park Jimin used to be a trouble back then. A golden boy of his family in Busan, but a campus fuckboy and obnoxious heartbreaker in Seoul. He smoked cigarettes, drank enormous amounts of alcohol, got wasted on every weekend, missed classes and changed hair colors as often as his girlfriends. By the way, don’t you think he would slay pink hair?”

“Taehyung can you please–”

“Okay, okay. Enough thirsting over Jimesus. So, as you can see, there was no place for Sunday’s mass and Bible contemplation meetings in his life. And here’s the awaited plotwist. His parents somehow found out his son wasn’t living good catholic life on his studies and got extremely pissed off. They simply gave him an ultimatum: if he doesn’t stop his shenanigans, they will cut him off their money and they won’t make him Sunday’s Spirit heir.” Taehyung stops his rumbling for a while, letting you proceed all the bewildering informations about your dear boss he has just revealed.

Your eyes simply widen at the revelations.

Park Jimin, the man who organises Bible contemplation lunch breaks, a regular churchgoer, someone who you always thought has a cross tattooed on his back, was a playboy who slept with a half of the female community in the university?

Interesting.

“Rest of the story is simple. He changed his behavior, got a master degree in journalism and came back to Busan to work here. What is funny, his first position was the same as yours now,” Taehyung ends his story with a light chuckle. “Now you understand why it’s hard for me to believe he really thinks about getting married and having at least three kids.”

You look up at Park Jimin, who’s standing now in the centre of the cafeteria, with his arms crossed over his chest, nodding at one of the journalists words. His gaze is so intense and filled with such an authority that makes you understand why Chin-sun literally squirms when he looks at her that way.

It’s not hard for you to imagine him in much different surroundings.

Him, standing with a cup of beer in his hand in the middle of the crowd of drunken people at some frat party. There’s a leather jacket on his shoulders and he’s wearing tight-fitting pants that hugs his gorgeous thighs much better than his usual slacks he puts on every day before he sets off to work. He scans the room with a mishevious smirk dancing on his features, biting and licking his lips as he looks for his prey for tonight.

He then spots her, his pick for the night. He runs his fingers through his silky locks and approaches the girl, whispering dirty promises to her ear as he sways their bodies to the rhythm of loud music blasting through the speakers. Later that night he has her underneath him, begging him to touch her. He fucks her hard, leaving bruises all over her limp, exhausted body. There will be soreness between her thighs in the morning and a few violet love bites on her neck, a gentle reminder that all of this wasn’t just a dream.

But there’s no warm body next to her she could wake up to, no ‘good morning, baby’ or a second round of love making between the sheets. Because Park Jimin isn’t like that. He waited until her breath slowed down and eyelids fluttered shut, drifting her off to sleep. He left in the middle of the night, a cigarette caught between his swollen from kisses lips. He fumed the poison and smiled to himself, wondering what his parents would think when they found out. A golden boy of his family, future heir of the Park’s legacy, coming back from one of his sexcapeds with girl which name he didn’t even remember.

The Lord himself must have already cursed him and he’s currently planning the punishments for him in depths of Hell. But does Park Jimin look like he really care?

You stare blankly ahead, imagining those scenes in your head. You can’t help but squeeze your thighs because God, yes, Park Jimin is hot, even if he reads Breviary before he goes to sleep. What a shame he has changed. 

A smooth like honey voice pulls you out from your airy-fairy slumber.

“Miss Y/N?”

You jolt in panic after hearing your name, glancing around and praying that wasn’t the person you think it was. But this silky, melodious voice you would recognize everywhere.

God hates you though, he knows what kind of scandalous things you were daydreaming about and now it’s his time to punish you.

Looking up, your gaze settles on no one other than Park Jimin, who stares at you with his left eyebrow raised, pursing his lips. He extinguishes the aura of pure dominance around him and you involuntarily blush, squirming under his intense glare. You’re royally screwed.

You clear your throat, trying to calm down rapidly beating heart. Without success.

“Yes, sir?” you manage to answer innocently. Certainly not like you weren’t thinking about being fucked by him minutes ago. You don’t even have time to be surprised he remembers your name.

Park Jimin looks unamazed by your sweet tone; he almost seems bored, but definitely irritated. “I asked you a question and I’m waiting for your response.” he says lowly.

Fuckfuckfuck. God have mercy on you. What was the question? Shit, you don’t even know what fragment he had read before.

In act of complete desperation you elbow Taehyung for help but this little shit pretends he has no idea what’s going on, looking at The Last Supper with sudden interest.

You are purely, loyally, utterly fucked.

You adopt the most charming smile you could muster, knowing that it will have zero affect on Park Jimin and ask, “Could you repeat the question one more time, sir? I’m afraid I didn’t hear you correctly.” Jesus, when has your voice become so high-pitched?

A cruel smirks forms on Park Jimin’s lips. He shakes his head, tsking. Taehyung mutters something under his breath that sounds dangerously close to “It was nice meeting you, sweetheart.” You gulp, waiting for your sentence and hoping Pontius Pilate will be gracious to you.

“My, my,” Jimin muses. It makes you feel like a little girl being scolded by the teacher due to her outrageous behavior. You bite your lip so hard you might draw blood, waiting for your boss’ next words. “Of course you didn’t hear my question, because you weren’t paying attention to our discussion.”

In the corner of your eye you see Chin-sun shaking her head with detestation. What a bitch, you think to yourself.

You take a deep breath then, nails digging crescent moons on the skin of your palms. You don’t like being in the spotlight, you never did, but now you have no choice but face the consequences. “My deepest apologies, sir. The behavior I exhibited was highly inappropriate,” you say, bowing your head. Jimin eyes your figure from head to toe and you might actually feel his burning gaze on your skin. Your cheeks flush in crimson even more.

The editor-in-chief seems to deliberate with himself for a while, turning his head slightly to the side, not breaking the eye contact with you. Finally, after a moment that seems to last an hour, he speaks.

“I think you need a lesson that will teach you to pay attention to our weekly discussions, miss Y/N. That’s why I want you to write a 4000 words long paper about the role of Mary Magdalene in Jesus Christ’s life which we had discussed today but you, unfortunately, didn’t acknowledge it.”

You freeze. Like a scene in the movie, everything stops. The embarassement you felt earlier is quickly replaced by pure anger and irritation. He wants you to write a fucking paper? What is this? University lectures?

Never before in your entire life have you felt so humiliated. All eyes are on you; you could practically sense how they are trying not to laugh out loud. Eunwoo and Taehyung look at you with apologetic faces while Chin-sun smirks, whispering something to Jimin’s ear.

“I apologize once again, sir,” you grit through your teeth with a forced smile. Jimin nods then, not even bothering to look at you again. You’re dismissed, that’s what his behavior is saying.

“Our meeting is over, you can go back to your work.” Jimin announces and walks away from the cafeteria with Chin-sun by his side.

You wait for everyone to leave and the you let out a groan of annoyance, burring your head in your hands.

“Hey, it could have been worse. He didn’t fire you after all.” Taehyung laughs but he quickly shuts up as soon as he sees your glare. You stand up from your chair with a scowl written all over your face, and storm out of the lunchroom.

And may the God help you.

Later that unfortunate day, you sit by your desk again, scrolling through the Ask and you shall find page absentmindedly and waiting for the new asks to come. Everyone has returned to their work like nothing has happened but it doesn’t stop you from feeling all those eyes constantly on your back. Maybe you weren’t fired but the humiliation and embarrassment of being told off by your boss publicly makes you want to disappear and never show up at the editorial again.

“Y/N,” Taehyung’s deep voice pulls you out of your thoughts. You look up at him and find the man smiling at you lightly. He’s wearing a long, camel coat and a big scarf around his neck with ridiculous patterns that reminds you of Persian diwans. He places his black camera bag on the desk, which means he’s leaving the office. “I’m free of office work for today so I just wanted to say goodbye.” he explains and you just nod.

“Bye, Taehyung. See you on Monday.” you say maybe a little bit to wryly and he feels that, letting out a long sigh.

Taehyung seems to deliberate with himself for a moment before he decides to speak again. He clears his throat audibly. “And I, uhm, I’m sorry. It’s my fault that you are in this situation. I started this conversation and I should be the one writing this stupid paper for Mister Prude.”

You can’t help but chuckle at the new nickname Taehyung gave Jimin. The anger you felt before drifts away from you slowly, and you smile at your friend apologetically. “Oh, God, Tae. I’m such a bitch sometimes, sorry,” you blurt out.”I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at him. Besides, maybe that’s good I’ve got homework. I don’t remember when was the last time I wrote some-”

Your words are interrupted by a loud laugh that resonates through the office. You look in the direction of the voice just to see Chin-sun with her manicured hand on Jimin’s chest, throwing her head back from the laughter, too dramatically for your taste. She seems to have changed her clothes, a black pencil skirt long forgotten and replaced by a red, bodycon dress. Her dark hair is also styled differently, curled and loose. She looks beautiful, matching Jimin’s appearance perfectly.

“Where are they going?” Taehyung whispers to you, furrowing his brows. You shrug your shoulders, tearing your eyes of Chin-sun and Jimin. “Maybe our Mary Magdalene’s plan to win Jesus’ heart is working. Poor Eunwoo,” he sighs, looking at his watch to check the time. “Anyway, I gotta go. I have to drive all the way to some shithole near the city to take photos of an old lady who swears she saw saint Francis or other dude with halo speaking to her,” he grumbles and you giggle at his words. “Good luck with your paper, sweetheart.” he leans and places a small peck on your cheek.

“Bye, Tae.” you say, watching him leave the office right after Jimin and Chin-sun.

You let out a long, tired sigh, counting the time to leave the office and finally be back home, with a bottle of red wine and new season of Game of Thrones that are waiting for you to watch the whole week. Then, when you’re about to stand up and make yourself another coffee, a new ask pops up in your inbox with the title ‘Sex S.O.S’.

You raise your eyebrows because honestly, what kind of title is this? Curiosity wins the battle with a hot cup of an americano and you click the show more button. You put on your prescription glasses and start reading.

Dear Sunday’s Spirit editorial,

My name is Kang Seoyeon. I study medicine at the University of Seoul, I’ve got an amazing group of friends and a loving boyfriend. And here’s where the actual problem begins. I’m from the catholic family with long traditions, and as you can guess, he isn’t.

We’ve been together for almost 2 years now and since my parents don’t want me to live with him before the marriage, there’s also no sexual life between us. I was actually surprised they agreed I can date a non-religious person in first place, so the rules weren’t that horrible at the beginning.

My boyfriend always seemed to be understanding about the fact that I’m catholic and he has never had issues against it because I stated this on the start of our relationship, but lately… he’s been distant. We meet up less often and I feel like simple kissing after 2 years isn’t enough for him. I even thought about initiating something that wouldn’t necessarily involve the real intercourse but I’m too inexperienced and shy for that. We are slowly drifting apart.

I don’t know what to do. I love him so much and I don’t want to lose him just because of some stupid rules I need to follow. I’m scared he will leave me for some other beautiful girl who wouldn’t have anything against sleeping with him, especially after considering the fact that he isn’t virgin unlike me and he experienced this kind of pleasure before.

I hope you will help me.

Yours faithfully,

Kang Seoyeon.

You blink once, twice. Read the message again and then, something snaps in you.

To Hell with these stupid, old-fashioned rules straight from the Middle Ages. To Hell with celibacy till marriage, masturbation prohibition and living according to God’s will. To Hell with Park Jimin and his ridiculous moral code (and his Bible contemplation lunchbreaks).

Unofficial eleventh commandment: If a girl wants a dick, she deserves to have it.

And that’s exactly what your response to the girl is in a nutshell.

Your blood boils in your veins with anger as you’re typing furiously on the keyboard, not even bothering to check if your sudden outburst makes any sense.

Dear Seoyeon,

It’s Y/N here, the journalist who you wrote this message to.

I don’t know what kind of response are you expecting from me but honestly? If you think I’m going to recommend you some praying to Saint Rita then you’re wrong. I’m done with this shit.

Let me make this straight: if you want to fuck your boyfriend, do it. Maybe God wouldn’t approve that but don’t worry, he won’t send you to hell because of some dick in your pussy.

They are plenty of worse things in this world than having sex with the person you love. Look at me. I’m literally writing to catholic newspaper while using words like ‘God’ and ‘Fuck’ in the same sentence. And that’s not even a small piece of what I’ve done in my life.

So you go girl, suck your boyfriend off. Make him beg. He will never leave you after this. You have my blessings and Jesus is giving you metaphysical thumbs up from above. Sex is amazing thing and you don’t have to wait for it until you say ‘yes’ in front of some guy in black cassock. Just go with the flow.

 May the God help you!

Love, Y/N.

P.S. Watch out that guy. He seems suspicious. If he’s been really sex deprived for two years he will die after you give him a head.

Sent.

You exhale loudly, staring at the screen. You did that. Six months into working in Sunday’s Spirit and the time when you lost your temper has finally come. You should probably feel ashamed or have some type of conscience pangs but actually you aren’t even near this state.

Grinning to yourself, you delete the message you had sent to the girl from your inbox and check the time. It’s almost 5pm and it looks like you haven’t even realised you’re the only person at the office right now. Since it’s Friday and Jimin has already left, seems like everyone has decided to set off earlier too.

You turn off your computer, packing your things to the bag. Wrapping a scarf around your neck tightly, you leave the building, welcoming the coolness of the early Spring evening in Busan.

When you’re about to cross the street, your phone buzzes in the pocket of your coat. You stop for a moment, smiling to yourself when you read the message.

[04:23pm] from Tae: hey

[04:23pm] from Tae: i know you are probably planning an evening with mary magdalene n jesus but

[04:23pm] from Tae: wouldnt u want to go for drinks with me tonight?

[04:23pm] from Tae: same place as usual

[04:24pm] from Tae: as a wise man once said: nothing helps better for the writer’s block than vodka

[04:24pm] from Tae: so what do u say?

You don’t need to think twice when you quickly type a response. Game of Thrones and wine can wait till another time.

[04:26pm] from me: how could i say no to kim taehyung and vodka?

[04:26pm] from me: see u there

Kim’s is a place like no one other in Busan.

You wouldn’t even know about its existence if it wasn’t Taehyung who took you there first when you started working at Sunday’s Spirit, solemnly promising free drinks. Who would you be if you didn’t agree to that?

When you arrived at the bar, it eventually turned out the alcohol was costless hence it’s his family business since over thirty years and his brother Namjoon is a bartender, not because Taehyung willingly decided to pay for you.

Kim’s is located in rather industrial part of the city, sandwiched between factories and huge housing estates, not looking really inviting at first glance, but the place has its own, unique charm. There are some stories, shrouding the building’s history in mystery. Some people say it used to be headquarters of the most dangerous mafia in Busan, some even believe it served as the secret arsenal during the Korean War.

But what’s definitely true, it’s the fact that Taehyung’s parents bought this place in swinging times of 80s for a small amount of money and turned the place into disco bar which had become a must-go spot for young people in Busan.

Kim’s on the outside, with its large red neon sign hanging above the entrance, looks more like a night club than a bar, but on the inside the magic of kitschy 80s still remains the same (Taehyung swears retro is in fashion these days and that’s why he didn’t let his parents redecorate when they wanted to).

You always feel like you’re traveling back in time when you visist Kim’s.

The place is quite big, with a large dancefloor in the middle and red leather sofas strewn around the place along with the tables. Walls are made of brick and colorful, vibrant neon lights are shimmering on them. Oh, not to mention the huge disco ball on the ceiling. Everything accompanied with the quality music provided by Namjoon.

There are few billiard and foosball tables in the corner of the bar, always occupied by the same group of middle-aged men on weekdays and university students on weekends. But the thing that attract attention of the customers the most, is the bar with Namjoon behind it.

When you enter the place, you spot Taehyung and his blond mop of hair immediately. He sits on one of the bar stools, talking to his older brother. He’s wearing beige pants and floral button-up shirt that seems to match colors with his pinkish-looking drink he holds. You notice a new pair of sapphire earrings and a huge ring from the same collection on his forefinger. Classy, as always.

Taehyung grins broadly when he sees you. He puts his drink on the counter and stands up to greet you. His breath smells like strawberries and vodka when he leans to place his usual, small peck on your cheek. “Hi, sweetheart,” he says with his signature smirk plastered on his face, scanning your figure. “You look gorgeous. Last time you did this kind of make-up you wanted to get laid.”

You rolls your eyes at his words, sitting on a stool next to him. “Hi, Taehyung. Thank you for appreciating my efforts to look like a decent human being but no, I’m not planning on getting laid tonight.” you answer, waving to Namjoon who makes drinks for a group of girls a few meters from you. He smiles bashfully at you, showing his dimples.

“I’m not saying you want a fuck, calm down. I just assumed since it’s not everyday that you put eyeliner on,” Taehyung explains himself. “So let me do that again,” He takes a deep breath, placing a hand on his chest in a dramatic manner. “Y/N, you look absolutely breathtaking. I could stare at you for hours and I wouldn’t mind that even a bit. My homosexuality is at risk right now.”

You ignore his exeggarated outburst, rolling your eyes. “I’m not using eyeliner everyday because there’s something called dresscode in our work, you know?” you say. “Besides, my mum says you should look good on every occasion because you don’t know when you will meet the love of your life.”

Taehyung puts a hand on his heart and sighs with relief. “Thank God I always look good.”

You chuckle and then your eyes wander for a moment to Namjoon, who seems busy listening to whatever the pink-haired girl is telling him with polite smile on his face.

“Here,” Taehyung nudges your side, bringing your attention back to him. He hands you the same pinkish drink as he was drinking when you arrived. “Hyung told me it’s their new specialty or something. It’s called Flamingo’s Beach,” he says and you take the glass in your hand. “I have no idea what Namjoonie-hyung put here but as long as it looks good, it’s good. Cheers!” Taehyung sips his one and watches you with raised eyebrows as you’re taking a generous gulp of the drink. “And…?” he asks.

You lick your lips, humming to yourself. “Not bad. Tastes like strawberries.”

Taehyung opens his mouth to say something but he gets interrupted by his brother. “Y/N, hi. How are you?” Namjoon approaches you with two beer mugs in his hands.

His hair is back to his natural brown color now, purple strands long forgotten since the last time you saw him. It looks like he’s been working out lately, his posture more bulky and it makes his black shirt stick to his body tightly. Namjoon’s good-looking, you always knew that, but he seems to be even more handsome now.

“Hey, I’ve been good, thank you,” you greet him with maybe too much enthusiasm for your liking. You always had a weak spot for him. “How’s the bar going?” you ask.

“Busy, as you can see,” he replies, chuckling to himself. “I would love to talk to you more but I have some work to do in back room, so…” Namjoon trails off sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.

“Oh, it’s okay. We can catch up another time.” You smile at him and you could swear his cheeks flushed.

“I’ll be going. See you.” Namjoon stammers out, not even waiting for your response before he disappears from your sight.

The pregnant silence sets in between you and Taehyung, something heavy hangs in the air and you feel it, tapping your fingers on the counter to the rhythm of one of the ABBA songs, waiting impatiently.

Taehyung looks like he’s debating with himself in his head. You narrow your eyes. He’s adopted a face you know pretty well, too well even. He looks everywhere but keep avoiding your gaze. He wants to ask you something, you’re sure of it, but he doesn’t know how.

Finally, after a moment of awkward quietness, Taehyung finally opens his mouth. “So, here’s the thing,” he starts and you wait for the bomb to drop.

Last time when he approached you like that, he asked you if you would be down for a threesome with him and some guy he met on Tinder. Your eyes almost popped out of your head when you heard his blunt proposition. You were eating lunch at cafeteria and the words casually slipped from between his lips as he chewed on his egg sandwich, like he didn’t just propose you having sex with him and instead asked for a lift to home after work.

Taehyung begged you for a whole week, pleading and convincing it’ll be fun. When you eventually agreed (sex draught make people do stupid things), the other guy didn’t show up. You ended up drinking tequila shots with Taehyung that night in his apartment, and you can’t quite recall how it happened, but somehow you found yourself unzipping your friend’s pants and the rest is history. He passed out right after he came. Now when you think about it, you feel a sudden urge to ask him if he remembers that.

You will do it next time, you promise yourself.

Taehyung though doesn’t ask you about having a threesome or robbing Park Jimin’s house this time. His intentions are pretty much different.

“See, Namjoon split up with his girlfriend few weeks ago,” he says and you prick your ears. “He’s not in good condition right now, as you can see. It was a nasty break up, he found out she’s been cheating on him,” He lets out a long sigh. You bite your lip, imagining Namjoon’s disappointed face when he discovered the truth. What a bitch cheats on someone like him? “So, I thought maybe you could… cheer him up a little bit?” Taehyung ends hesitantly, with a glint of hope in his eyes.

You frown. Cheer him up? Did he just imply what you think about?

“Look, I get it, he’s sad and angry, but what the fuck, Taehyung? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to be his rebound? Make him forget?” you exclaim. Taehyung quickly shakes his head but you don’t let him say anything. “I feel sorry for Namjoon but I’m not going to take advantage of him when he’s literally still hurt.”

“No, it’s not like that!” Taehyung rushes to explain. “Well, maybe it sounded like that but I swear, I didn’t mean that!”

“Then what should I do? Wipe his tears? Tell him a joke? Or maybe-”

“Of course he wants you to suck his brother’s heartbroken dick, doll.”

A sudden, low voice interrupts your conversation. Your eyes follow the direction when it comes from, looking to Taehyung’s left where not even a meter away a very familiar grey-haired man with feline eyes sits.

“Min Yoongi,” you say matter-of-factly.

The leader of emendation team from Sunday’s Spirit editorial raises his hand in which he holds whiskey, greeting you and Taehyung. “Hello, doll. Hello, Taehyung,” he says, not even bothering to look at you.

You elbow Taehyung searching for explanation but he shrugs his shoulders, turning to face the man as well.

“First of all, since when do you call me ‘doll’? We have never spoken a word to each other. Secondly, how long have you been sitting here and listening?” you ask Yoongi.

He snorts, smirking. “Long enough to know how Taehyung comforts his brother after break up.” he simply answers and Taehyung’s cheeks blush in crimson at his words.

“You come here often? I’ve never seen you here before,” you continue, crossing your arms over chest.

Next to you Taehyung lets out a sigh. “Yes, he does. Albeit I haven’t seen him for a while here,” You look at him in confusion. “Yoongi-hyung is Namjoonie-hyung close friend from university days.” he clarifies.

You raise your eyebrows at that. “So Namjoon went to the same school as Park Jimin?”

“Not the same. We met under different circumstances.” Yoongi cuts in.

“They’ve been together in underground rap group, or some shit. Didn’t like each other at first but eventually stuck together till the end of studies.” Taehyung ends and grey-haired man nods.

You can’t help but chuckle at that.

“What’s funny in that?” Yoongi scowls.

“Nothing. I just imagined you and Namjoon in snapbacks, rapping about the unfairness of social hierarchy,” you say, grinning at him.

“Well, you may believe me or not, but we even made a mixtape.” Yoongi reveals proudly, taking a sip of his whiskey.

Your eyes widen in curiosity. “Then what happened? Why aren’t you in Seoul now, still producing music? Why do you work in this stupid newspaper and Namjoon’s a bartender?” you ask interrogatively.

“Life happened, doll. We didn’t have enough money to publish our works so we decided to quit it.”

“Oh,” you breathe out.

You could see the nostalgia written across Yoongi’s face. You feel sorry for him, for Namjoon. Everything is always about the money. That’s why you’re working in Sunday’s Spirit even though it was never your dream in first place. Even though you have much higher ambitions than being Ask and you shall find column author.

Ever since you were little, you loved writing. You never complained, not even once, when your teachers in school assigned you to write something. They kept saying you have an extraordinary talent and it would be a shame if you didn’t do anything with that.

During your high school years, you were the leader of school newspaper’s team, still writing your own works every time you didn’t have something different to do. After that, you got to the university in Seoul, your another dream came true. You got a master degree, an apprenticeship in the Korean version of highly popular, world-widely known magazine. And then, nothing. No job applications available. No newspapers or publishing companies wanting you, dismissing you right away because they didn’t have any vacant places.

This is how Sunday’s Spirit, even if that’s not your dream job, happened. And quite literally saved your ass.

“I’m sorry.” you say after a while.

Yoongi smiles but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Don’t be. What’s in past, stays in past.” he ends the conversation, drinking the rest of his whiskey.

You find this as a perfect possibility to do what you’ve come here for: get wasted, forget about this prick Park Jimin and his stupid assignment. You turn around on your stool to face the bar again, calling for the red-haired bartender named Hoseok who’s substituting Namjoon right now. You order a round of tequilla shots and quickly pours two of them in one go.

“Easy, tiger,” Taehyung teases, still sipping his pink drink as you wipe your chin with the back of your hand. Taehyung has stated a long time ago that he enjoys only casual drinking, which makes you and you lightweightness snort at him.

“Loser,” you mumble under your breath, deep down knowing you’re oh so much going to regret this after.

You focus your attention on the dancefloor now; technicolor lights glittering as the crowd of sweaty people bounce to old Madonna hits. You feel like your spirit might actually experience new kind of awakening during the chorus in Like a Virgin. You mouth the lyrics, the vodka already half-way to your bopping head. Your drunken self almost asks Taehyung and Yoongi if they would agree to be your backup dancers.

You eyes scan the room carefully and then, you spot him. He’s sitting in the corner, his arms splayed over the backrest of the red couch. A devil himself. A black horseman of the Apocalypse. A man who looks like every girl’s next mistake. Taylor Swift’s ‘we are never ever getting back together’.

A true sin.

Jet-black hair parted in the middle, onyx eyes and lucious smirk written across his lips as he bites them purposefully. He’s wearing a leather jacket and you wonder for a while if you would find inked tattoos on his body. He cocks his head to the side, his eyes glued to the same spot as he waits for something, or rather someone.

“Who’s that?” you ask, not even hiding your curiosity at this point.

Taehyung turns around as well, his eyes glancing to the dark-haired man briefly. “Ah, this, sweetheart, is Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin’s best friend.” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You raise your eyebrows, watching as Jungkook’s face expression immediately changes when waitress approaches him. He says something to her that makes her roll her eyes. She tightens her grip around the tray she’s holding, asking him for his order.

“Don’t worry. You are not the only one thirsting over him. I would let him top me too,” Taehyung whispers to your ear and you flinch.

“I’m not thirsting over him! I came her for drinks, not to get laid, I told you.”

“Okay, okay, loosen up a little. Tequilla makes you aggressive. Besides, it looks like he’s got his pick for tonight.”

Jungkook stretches out his hand and fixes the waitress’ glasses that seem to rode down her nose a little. The girl frozes in place because of his action and he grins, calling her cute.

“He’s trying to ask her out for two months,” Yoongi interrupts suddenly, again. It looks like he has nothing better to do tonight. “I’m serious. He’s here every Friday. Normally, he would have given up after the second time she had rejected him but there’s might be something in this girl that makes his dick hard and his heart soft.”

Jungkook’s eyes girl’s body as she bends to pick up the glasses from other tables and maybe that’s the alcohol swimming in your veins but you could swear his face lights up when she sends him another irritated glare when he calls her name.

“Does Park Jimin comes here often as well?” you ask before you could stop yourself.

Both Taehyung and Yoongi shake their heads.

“I don’t think so. Jeon comes here because he lives nearby in this huge ass apartment complex. His father runs a chemical factory and he works there.” Taehyung explains.

Jeon? Chemical factory? Something clicks in your brain. Right, you know who his father is. The King of Washing Powder. Another rich as fuck Busan’s snob.

“God, I hate him. I fucking hate him. What a prick. Douchebag. Asshole of the century,” The string of profanities leaves poor waitress’ mouth as she walks to the counter with tray in her hands. “How’s your day, love? You look beautiful today, love. Fucking leave me alone, love!” she mutters to herself, taking the beer mugs from Hoseok abruptly which makes the bartender raise his eyebrows in confusion.

“How’s your assignment about Mary Magdalene going on, doll?” Yoongi asks then, startling you.

You roll your eyes at him. “I literally got it today, Yoongi. I haven’t started yet.” you answer, gulping another shot.

On the corner of your eye you see Yoongi’s smirking. “I’m surprised, to be honest. You aren’t the only one who doesn’t pay attention to shit Jimin’s says,” he trails off. “I work for him from the moment he started this ridiculous Bible lunch breaks and I swear, he’s never called out someone like that before.”

“What do you mean he’s never called out someone before?” Taehyung joins in curiously.

“Look, I slept through the majority of these sessions and Jimin knows it, but he has never lecture me about it,” Yoongi remarks. “Maybe you’re an exception. Or he’s become more strict because of this bitch Chin-sun.”

You furrow your eyebrows, confused. You know Chin-sun has been making heart eyes for Jimin for a long time but what why it might have an influence on his behavior?

“Lee Chin-sun? What the office’s Mary Magdalene has to do with that? Besides the fact that she’s drooling for his dick every time she sees him,” Taehyung snorts.

Yoongi chuckles lowly. “Oh, so you two really know nothing about what’s going on between them right now,”

“What’s going on right now? Spill.” Taehyung says abruptly. You sigh when you see the way his eyes flicker with mischeviousness. One thing Taehyung loves more than photography and fashion is gossiping (and dicks).

“First of all, Chin-sun is a fucking bigot. And well… she might be closer to being miss Park than we thought.” Yoongi muses.

Taehyung eyebrows practically disappear in his hairline. You’re sure you mirror his expression right now.

Yoongi asks Hoseok for another glass of whiskey and continues. “My friend Seokjin’s wife is Jimin’s personal assistant and secretary. She heard this and that, quite juicy things I must say,” he says in a lower tone, like he’s revealing government secrets to them. You lean closer into his direction along with Taehyung. “Chin-sun’s father recently bought the claims to the most popular, conservative TV station in whole South Korea. But, what is more interesting, it looks like Park senior has some shares in it as well.”

You’re astonished. You knew there’s something looming in the air but you didn’t expect this. A TV station? Even your slightly drunken brain can calculate it’s very interesting.

“So the marriage between Chin-sun and Jimin would be pretty convenient for their families, especially after considering the fact that Jimin is the heir.” Yoongi adds, gulping the first sip of his new whiskey.

“Poor Eunwoo,” you whisper to yourself.

“But why so soon? Why do they want to legalize their relationship so suddenly?” Taehyung asks.

Yoongi lets out a heavy sigh. “There’s a rumour going around that Jimin’s father isn’t in good condition right now. Seokjin-hyung mentioned something about the heart disease. So, if that’s really true, you have the answer why he wants his eldest son to settle down already. Everything’s about the money, I told you.”

Taehyung whistles. “Woah, so Mary Magdalene is really about to be CEO Jesus’ wife soon!” he exclaims, clapping his hands. “Brilliant. Finally something spicy is happening in this boring editorial.”

“I wouldn’t be so enthusiastic if I were you, Taehyung. This kind of business never ends well,” Yoongi says coldly, placing his glass on the counter and standing up from the stool. He glances at his watch and throws a few bills next to his empty glass. “I’ll get going. It was nice talking to you, doll.”

“What about me?”

“Shut up, Taehyung, you’re not pretty lady.”

“I feel offended.”

“And I don’t care,” Yoongi mutters. Maybe that was alcohol swimming in her veins but you saw Taehyung lifting the corners of his lips in amusement. Weird. “Good luck on your assignment, doll. See you all on Monday.” Yoongi glances to your way one last time, adjusting his jacket.

“Bye, Yoongi.” you wave to him and a small, even sincere smile appears on his face when he as well raises his hand lazily and leaves. “Why didn’t you tell me he’s actually nice, Tae? I was always too scared to start a conversation with him because I felt intimidated.” you say after a while.

“I’m sorry, should have I set you up for a date with him?” Taehyung mocks.

A groan escapes your lips. “Could you please stop insinuating things?”

“You need to get laid, seriously. Like soon-soon. You get easily irritated recently. You need a d i c k,”

“I don’t need a dick!”

“A cock, Y/N,” Taehyung emphasizes. “A penis in your precious vagina.”

“Shut up!”

Several shots and a few drunken dances to Cindi Lauper and Bon Jovi, you’re pretty much wasted. And maybe, just maybe, you need a dick. And Taehyung, like a dipshit he always is, thinks that’s actually funny.

“Don’t wanna homff,” you slur, supporting your weight on Taehyung’s arm that shakes with laughter at your drunken antics, as well as his whole body. “I wanna danfce witfh somebodyyy,”

“Holy Mother of Jesus, you must be really drunk if you started referring to Whitney Houston’s songs. And you smell like booze,” Taehyung mutters under his breath and you whine, tugging on his arm.

“TaeTae, Taehyungie, pffleasee, can we go back?”

Taehyung ignores your grumbling completely. He exists the bar, walking (or rather dragging) you to the cab. As he tries to push your body to the car, he sees in the corner of his eye Jeon Jungkook, standing in front of his black SUV. The waitress from earlier accompanies him as well. It looks like he’s trying to convince her to let him give her a lift to home. The girl shakes her head at first but eventually gives up, stepping into the car. Jungkook grins to himself then, clenching his fists in gesture of pure triumph.

“I fuckin’ hate Park Jimin and his stfupid newspaper,” you mutter incoherently as you bury your head in the crook of Taehyung’s neck in the back of the cab. Old, korean songs are playing in the radio when you’re driving back home. Taehyung smiles to himself, hearing your light snores. But then, he falters.

Ah, yes, he almost forgot. It is going to be a long way to the third floor of your apartment building.

Next day, you wake up in the middle of noon with raging headache and an abrupt need to throw everything up. Frankly speaking, you had worse hangovers during you university days but it doesn’t change the fact that the state you’re currently in still sucks.

“Oh, good God, what have I thought?” you mutter to yourself while standing in the shower, letting the water cool you down.

Truth to be told, a drinking escapade when you have a whole ass paper to write in two days wasn’t the smartest idea you could come up with. You know that for sure, when you’re sitting down in front of your laptop with prescription glasses on your face and a cup of tea in your hand.

There’s a blank document opened on the screen, with only your name written in the corner and the title in the middle. You feel pathetic and useless, staring at it for 30 minutes straight. If you keep sitting like this, you might actually call Park Jimin right now and beg him not to fire you due to your incompetence.

“Get your shit together, Y/N.” you say to yourself, clenching your fists.

At first you fought about making some mind-map, outlining the most important parts of your essay, as you always used to do when you were studying. But there’s a huge difference between what you’re working on right now and what you usually did during academic days. Above all, at that time you were writing about things you had more knowledge about, not about Mary Magdalene and her role in Jesus Christ’s life.

“Ah, fuck it.”

You open an online Bible page and quickly type ‘Mary Magdalene’ in browser. All fragments when she’s mentioned shows up in front of your eyes. You fix your glasses and before you could stop yourself, you whisper, “Let’s get it.”

You don’t know how much time has passed since you started reading, but when you glance a the clock it’s nearly 7pm.

You went through every single page in the Bible when Mary Magdalene appears or when for some reason her name comes up in conversations. You read two thesis in which you found quite interesting facts about the heroine of your work. Also, you watched some conspiracy theories on YouTube about her, in which people claim that she was actually Jesus’ wife. You were bewildered, even in your post-hangover state.

And after all of this researching, you have settled a plan. You’re a journalist for God’s sake, you’ve been writing your entire life and none assignment will break you. So you start typing on the keyboard, filling the blank document pages with words, hoping that Park Jimin will approve your efforts.

On Sunday, you look like a ghost.

You’re a mess, cured from hangover but still in bad shape, especially after spending the whole night writing in front of your laptop. There are bangs under your eyes and you hair looks like you could cosplay a scarecrow. Your eyes are sore from staring to the screen for so long and you feel like you might collapse anytime if you won’t drink coffee in five minutes.

In between writing next paragraphs, you answer a call from Taehyung.

“How’s your assignment going, sweetheart?”

You let out a long, exhausted sigh. “It’s fine, I guess.” you respond to him.

“That’s lovely! I knew you would slay this, babe,” you hear him saying.

“I’m not done yet, Tae. I still have like a half to write,” you mumble and then let out a yawn, closing your eyes for a brief second before you speak again. “I would love to talk to you more but I really need to get this shit done as soon as I can, so I could have some decent sleep before Monday. I don’t want to look like an old witch when I hand in the paper to Park Jimin.”

“I know, I know. You got this, sweetheart. I’m sure you will make Mister Prude’s dick hard because of this.” Taehyung assures you.

You crack a tired smile even though you know he doesn’t see you. “Thank you, Tae.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” he says and hangs up.

You take another gulp of your coffee and start writing again.

It’s a little past midnight when you’re, with your last amounts of force you posses, typing the last words of the paper. As you look at your laptop screen, eyelids half-closed, you dream about nothing but going to sleep.

You did that. You really did. You wrote this stupid paper for Park Jimin and you’re actually proud of it. You carefully save the document three times (to be hundred percent sure) and as soon as you close your laptop, you pass out.

Little did you know what is waiting for you in editorial in a few hours.

You stare at your reflection in small mirror you hold, thanking God that he has enlightened the person who discovered make-up. You won’t say you look stunning but, after five hours of sleep you had in last two days, you would risk it all and say you appear much more than decent looking. You’re wearing your new black jumpsuit that makes your legs look longer and you even used a different shade of lipstick, painting your lips in crimson red.

And all of this for nothing, because when you stormed into the Sunday’s Spirit editorial to give the paper straight to Park Jimin’s hands, his secretary with polite smile said he’s coming to work later today.

You pursued your lips and handed the woman your blood, sweat and tears (you’re actually sure a few tears rolled down from your face on the keyboard while you were writing it), wishing you saw your boss’ face when you place the printed pages on his expensive desk.

“I changed a little bit the topic of my work while I was outlining it,” you tell Taehyung as you both sit together by your desks later that day. “I focused more on a role of Mary Magdalene character in world ruled only by men. I showed how a powerful woman she was, standing at Jesus’s side even though the church for the centuries referred her to whore,” you explain.

“Wow,” Taehyung muses. “You turned Mary Magdalene into feminism icon fighting against patriarchy.”

“It’s not like that!” You hit him in the arm. “You may laugh as much as you want but I actually got into her story.”

Taehyung smirks. “Looks like being scolded by Park Jimin wasn’t that bad.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up. I got humiliated in the middle of fucking cafeteria. I still hate him. And also, I don’t know what he thinks about my essay.” you say with a sigh.

“Don’t worry. He’s probably having an epiphany right now while-”

A voice from the speakers that certainly doesn’t sound like gospel choir interrupts him.

“Miss Y/N, please report to the Park Jimin’s office immadietly.”

“-or he isn’t.” Taehyung ends.

Once again, you’re frozen in place. It’s okay, you tell yourself, maybe he just wants to talk about my essay. But what if he didn’t like it? What if your sudden feminism outburst about Mary Magdalene was too much?

“Holy fuck.” you blurt out quietly.

Taehyung gives you an encouraging smile but he doesn’t look much convinced in positive intentions of summoning you to their boss’ office, he just doesn’t say it aloud. “Well, maybe it won’t be that bad! Maybe he wants to congratulate you,” he tries to comfort you, without success. You look horribly pale and scared to death.

“I repeat: miss Y/N, please report to the Park Jimin’s office immadietly.” Jimin’s stone cold voice pierce through the silence again. You shiver. The journalists in the editorial send you impatient glares.

“Whatever happens, remember that I love you.” Taehyung whispers, squizzing your hand, which makes you even more nervous. He gives you thumbs-up and you take a deep breath, trying to calm your trembling body. A whole Sunday’s Spirit team follow your movements with their eyes.

You stands from your desk on wobbly legs and walk to the door with golden sign hanging on its surface.

 Park Jimin

 Editor-in-chief

You take the knob in your shaking palm and twist, stepping into the lion’s den.

The atmosphere seems to shift when you walk into the room. You could hear your heart rapidly beating through the dead silence that lingers in Park Jimin’s office. “You wanted to see me, sir?” you ask after closing the door, subconsciously cursing yourself for sounding so weak already.

“Yes, have a seat,” Jimin says. “Give me a second. I need to finish something.” he adds when you sit down, not even bothering to spare you a look.

Jimin sits behind his desk, eyes glued to the computer screen. His hair is pushed back from his forehead, his jaw clenched. Oh, great, he looks pissed, you think to yourself.

He isn’t wearing his suit jacket like usually, which surprises you. His white shirt’s sleeves are rolled up, revealing a glimpse of veiny hands and his Rolex. This is the first time you see him like this. He looks so… unlike him.

Strange.

You use the time you have to take in your surroundings. Jimin’s office is painted in fair tone of grey. The rumors were actually right, there’s a smaller version of Michelangelo’s Pietà standing proudly on of the drawers. Behind the desk, on the wall, hangs a wooden cross with gold-plated figurine of Jesus Christ, and just underneath it there’s a framed picture of Lady of Fatima, which he once proudly showed to the whole editorial team on one of the lunchbreaks, saying his grandmother brought him this from her pilgrimage.

You focus your attention now on the wall filled with numerous diplomas and certificates, all of them signed with Park Jimin’s name.

You had read some of his works before you started your job in Sunday’s Spirit and you must admit: Park Jimin is a talented, smart journalist you aspire to be one day. It’s actually sad, you think, that he can’t pursue his career, wasting his abilities by working in catholic newspaper owned by his father. And as you know from Yoongi, his situation isn’t going to change soon. Maybe he was right after all. Money really does rule this world.

After a few minutes that seems to last forever, Jimin breaks the silence. “Do you know why are you here?” he asks, finally averting his attention to you. He stares so deeply into your eyes that you feel you might faint from the intensity of his aura.

You clear your throat, and then respond. “I do believe it’s about my paper I handed in to you this morning.”

Jimin raises his eyebrow at that. “Your paper? No, everything’s fine about it. I read it and I must say, you did a great job,” he says and you furrow your eyebrows. So if nothing’s is wrong with your essay then what does he want?

“Then… why did you call me in, sir?” you hesitantly ponder.

Jimin laces his fingers together and leans closer over the desk. “Well,” he begins, “Maybe you forgot or you really didn’t know about it, but I used to run the same column as you do now,” You nod your head, recalling what Taehyung told you recently. Jimin continues, “I was actually the one who created it. That means I am still, for this day, its administrator. Which leads to another conclusion: every single ask that is send to our editorial and your responses to them can be monitored by me.” he explains, gauging your reaction. You still don’t have an idea why is he telling you that, so you just sit still and wait.

Then, Jimin reaches for the paper that lays on the left side of his desk and hands it to you. “Could you please tell me what is this?” he asks, pointing at the paper.

You glance at it briefly. “These are the questions I got last week and my responses to them.” you reply straightaway.

Park Jimin doesn’t seem much satisfied after hearing your words. He then takes another paper and gives it to you as well. “And this particular one, Y/N? Could you please read it and tell me what is this?”

Ignoring his forego of ‘miss’, you take it to your hands and start reading.

Dear Sunday’s Spirit editorial,

My name is Kang Seoyeon. I study medicine at the University of Seoul, I’ve got an amazing group of friends and a loving boyf-

You gasp and immadietly put a palm over your mouth. Under Seoyeon’s ask there’s also, clear as day, your much inappropriate response to her. In which you persuade the girl to suck her boyfriend off.

Holy fuck. Jesus Christ. Shitshitshit!

Jimin said he monitors everything that people send to the editorial along with the responds. Of course he had to read it. Why have you been so dumb? How could you believe that simple deleting from your inbox would be enough? Why can’t you do something properly for once?

You gulp, trying not to cry because good God, he’s going to fire you. He will kick you out and write a bunch of negative letters to your future employees, in which he will explain in details how disobiedent, reckless of a worker you are.

“Did you also forget how to speak?” Jimin asks. You almost cry out right away from the coldness of his voice.

You muster up a courage and look at him, and that’s a huge mistake because as soon as your eyes meet his, you’re lost for words.”I-I don’t know what to say, sir,” you stammer out. “I have nothing for my defence. I can only apologize for my irresponsible and inappropriate behavior I exhibited.” you say, bowing your head down.

Jimin pursues his lips. He stands from his chair and walks to you, leaning his body on the desk. He takes the paper from you to his hands and starts reading. “If you want to fuck your boyfriend, do it. Maybe God wouldn’t approve that but don’t worry, he won’t send you to hell because of some dick in your pussy,“ he quotes your response to the girl and your cheeks flush in red; you wish nothing more than to disappear and never see your boss again. But he’s relentless and continues reading, spilling the crude words, humiliating you even more. “So you go girl, suck your boyfriend off. Make him beg. He will never leave you after this.“ Jimin chuckles to himself darkly and you shut your eyes. “Look at me when you are spoken to,” he demands. You quickly oblige, lifting your chin a little to meet his intense gaze. “Is that really how a good, catholic girl should act?” he asks in a mocking tone.

You shake your head. “No, it isn’t.”

Jimin clicks his tongue. “Do you think he really won’t leave her after this?” he asks out of the blue.

You furrow your eyebrows. What kind of twisted game is he playing now? “I don’t know, sir.” you answer honestly.

Jimin smirks. Devilishly, sultry and completely illegal. He then licks his lips and leans closer to you. You could swear his eyes are darken than before. Something has shifted in his demeanor; he looks daring. “Why don’t you show me then, how this poor girl should suck her boyfriend off, Y/N?” he whispers lowly.

Your eyes widen. Did he just-?

He didn’t. He can’t. Maybe you misheard him, maybe you started imagining things that aren’t real. Oh, sweet Lord, the look of absolute seriousness written on his face tells you very much different.

Park Jimin, your boss, the man who goes regularly on masses and reads Bible, wants you to give him a head. In his office.

May the God help you.

You should probably slap him in the face for his immoral proposition. You should save your dignity, leave and never come back again. But then, you clear your mind from all those twisted thoughts running through it and you realise that you’re walking on a very thin line. Line which is called unemployment and bankruptcy.

You think about your landlord who praised you recently for keeping up with rent every month regularly. You think about your student loans that you still need to pay.

And fuck, you hate Yoongi because he was damn right. Money wouldn’t buy you happiness, but it can provide you that.

That’s why you put away the humiliation, the what ifs. You shut your mind screaming at you and listing the future consequences. Maybe Jimin just tests you, but the way he looks at you denies it. He wants to see you on your knees in front of him. Perhaps he only wants to play before he fires you but you put that thought aside.

You at least need to try.

Jimin searches for any kind of protest in your eyes and when he doesn’t find it, he’s back to his domineering self. “What are you waiting for?” he asks, his voice an octave lower. “Get on your knees.”

He has a calm expression on his face and you wonder for a moment how many times has he been in similar situation before. Having a woman on his mercy and using her the way he likes. And now you know. All those stories you heard about, are actually true. Park Jimin isn’t a prude. He’s dirty.

You fall to the floor with a light whimper. Maybe it’s the last chance for you to leave, but the confidence that emanates from Jimin doesn’t falter your movements. You hate yourself for that but God, you want to see this man being a mess for your touch. Even if that’s fucked up.

And it’s wrong, so, so wrong, when there’s a cross hanging behind you, when he’s your boss who claims to be a good catholic, when you do that because you’re too afraid to lose your job. But in that moment, the morality doesn’t exist.

Jimin stands up to take his belt off, looking at you from the above as he slowly, purposefully pulls it from the belt loops. He doesn’t encourage you or say anything, he just waits. You gulp when he yanks his black slacks down, along with his underwear.

For a few, solid seconds, you just stare.

You aren’t a connoisseur of dicks. Dick is a dick, but Park Jimin’s length is just as perfect as the rest of him, semi-hard against his lower stomach. Your hands move to his sculpted thighs, running up and down, tracing the prominent lines of his toned abdomen. The muscles tense underneath your touch.

You don’t remember when was the last time you’ve gone down on someone. Maybe it was Taehyung few months ago when you were both too drunk to care? You can’t quite recall. Every move of yours is uncertain, but Jimin doesn’t mind. Maybe your uncertainty turns him on even more.

He watches as you take him in your palm hesitantly, hot and already stiff, stroking him several times until he hardens in your hand. The sight is purely erotic, filthy, and you lick your lips before placing a light kiss on his tip. Jimin hisses. That’s a warning. No teasing.

You pump him, trailing a thumb over his slit, spreading precum all over his cock. Jimin doesn’t say anything but from the shuddering breath he lets out you assume he likes it. You take a deep breath, wrapping your lips around his dick and swirling your tongue around the head.

Jimin groans, a guttural sound resonating through his whole body and you take it as a sign to continue. You ease more of him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head up and down around his length obediently. Some twisted and fucked-up part of you wants him to praise you, call you good girl with your lips around his dick and throbbing core. He does none of that. His hands tangle in your hair as he withdraws, and you know exactly what’s coming next.

It’s an unspoken question on his lips and your jaw falls slacks on command.

A forceful push of his hips and he’s burried deep inside your mouth till he hits the back of your throat. Tears brim in your eyes and you gag, breathing heavily through your nose. It hurts a little, a dull ache but the content sigh and fucked-out expression on Jimin’s face is worth it. So you let him fuck your mouth the way he wants, let him pull your hair harder, wreck you a little more. It’s so easy to submit to him, to let him overwhelm you in every sense possible.

Your eyes fall shut and Jimin stops his movements, pulling from your mouth. Drool dribbles down your chin and you wipe it with the back of your hand. Jimin lets out a shaky breath, staring down at you so intensely it makes your insides tighten, even if you don’t see him yet.

“Look at me,” he rasps and you do, how could you not. The sight of your boss’ flushed cheeks and sweat forming on his forehead will be imprinted in your mind forever.

You curse yourself for wanting him to fuck you senseless right against his deck, with a hand around your throat muffling your screams, fuck you so hard you won’t remember your name anymore, no matter how wrong it is.

“Good girl. You’re so pretty like this, letting me fuck your mouth,” Jimin nothing but purrs, filling you to the brim again, until there are tears forming in your eyes and running down your cheeks, until he hits the base of your throat again and again and you fight back choked gags every time. “Just like that, fuck-” he moans, lowly and beautifully, head thrown back and mouth parted.

He’s close, you could feel that, so you take him deep once again and when your throat tightens around him one last time, he lets out a gutural groan and comes. You swallow every drop of his bitter release and when he pulls out from your mouth, you nearly fall forward.

Jimin catches you, placing his hands on your shoulders, balancing your exhausted body. You look at him through your half-lidded eyes. He looks so young now, so innocent, his cold demeanor’s gone and replaced by pure bliss written on his face. For Park Jimin, cheeks rosy, disheveled hair and loosen tie, you would do it all over again.

He then does something unexpected. He reaches for your face, brushing your tangled hair away and placing the strands behind your ears. This is a loving gesture, something exclusive he definitely shouldn’t be doing. You’re frozen, you can’t move a muscle while he wipes your cheeks from the reminiscences of your tears. He trails his thumb over your swollen lips absentmindedly, faltering there. For a moment he looks like he might say something, but he quickly shuts his mouth, regaining his previous posture.

You take this as a sign to leave. You get up from the floor, your knees sore from the uncomfortable position you’ve been in. You walk to the mirror that hangs on the wall of Jimin’s office. You sigh, seeing your current state. There’s no way someone would believe you that you haven’t just sucked a dick.

Your cheeks are flushed in pink, there are smudges of mascara under your eyes and your lipstick is smeared in the corners of your mouth. Not to mention your hair is still a mess.

You are painted in all shades of wrong.

In the reflection of the mirror you see Jimin buckling up his belt and straightening his tie. He runs a hand through his blond locks and looks up, catching you staring at him. You quickly look away.

“Don’t worry. No one will notice anything. Everyone should be off for their lunchbreaks by now.” he says. He sounds so pathetically normal, yet there’s still a slight rasp in his voice.

You glance at the watch on your hand and check the time. It’s a little past 12. You brush your hair with your fingers quickly and proceed to leave, but you stop, remembering you have to ask about one last thing. You turn around to face him.

“Are you going to write a bad opinion about me to my future employees?” you ask, flinching at the hoarseness of your voice.

Jimin raises his eyebrows. “Bad opinion? No, absolutely not,” he answers, shaking his head. “I was never going to fire you in first place.”

You fight back the shocked expression that threatens to appear on your face. You quickly rush to leave this damn office and never look in his eyes ever again. What were you even thinking?

“And Y/N,” Jimin’s voice makes you stop with your hand hovering over the door knob. Single tear rolls down your cheek and you gulp. “I’m sorry.” it’s all he says.

You don’t ask him what he meant by that. You don’t deliberate if he was sincere or not. You leave the office as soon as you can, running to the nearest bathroom, closing the door behind you and leaning on it.

He wasn’t going to fire you. He just wanted to use you, demand to get down on your knees and please him the way he wants. It was all a game for him, and you became his plaything.

“I’m so stupid,” you mutter to yourself, burying your head in your hands. “God, I’m so stupid.”

You feel sick, used, but at the same time you can’t get away with creeping feeling that you enjoyed it, wishing he wanted you just as much as you wanted him in that moment.

You sigh, closing your eyes. You’re probably foolish for thinking it won’t have any consequences. You’re just about to face them.

The coldness of early Spring hits you when you exit Sunday’s Spirit editorial. You hug your body tighter with your coat, standing in front of the building awkwardly. You take a few deep breaths, trying to clear your mind, but nothing really works. There’s a vacant space inside your body, like your soul has drifted away and left nothing but emptiness.

You feel hollow.

You don’t know how long have you been standing there, inhaling fresh air and waiting for your blood to start circulating properly in your veins again. When you’re about to head to the underground station, on the corner of your eye you see Jimin’s black Mercedes. You probably shouldn’t stare but you helplessly do.

Probably if you didn’t, it would hurt less.

He approaches the car, looking perfectly fine as always, which you couldn’t say about yourself. And he isn’t alone.

You recognize dark curls of Chins-sun’s hair, contrasting her beige coat beautifully. The corners of Jimin’s lips lift when he sees her. You don’t know if it’s a honest smile or a forced one. You wonder for a while how does he look like when he’s truly happy. Maybe he’s happy now, when Chin-sun is by his side.

What you are really sure about Park Jimin, is that he’s a man of many maybes.

Something which definitely doesn’t look forced are his palms, cupping the cheeks of Chin-sun’s flushed face. He starts tracing circles on her skin in intimate gesture and murmurs something. Maybe he asks her how was her day. Your lips still tingle where he trailed his thumb over it bitten, swollen surface. Maybe he still remembers how they felt around his cock when he was relentlessly bringing tears to your eyes and stabs to your heart.

The way he leans and kisses Chin-sun’s cherry colored lips is purposeful, perfectly measured. Maybe he sighs into her mouth with content, a beautiful sound you have witnessed with your own ears, as you were working him to his climax. Jimin’s hands grip Chin-sun’s dark locks but it isn’t the similar manner he did to you earlier, as he laced his fingers through the strands, when you wished him to do nothing more than pull harder and harder, until the pain in you scalp was replaced by dull ache, until a whimper fell from your lips and eyes squeezed shut. He kisses Chin-sun lovingly and there’s no roughness in that. It’s gentle caresses and soft murmurs.

After a moment he breaks off, soothing his palms over Chin-sun’s shoulders. She sends him a smile and opens the passenger’s door, getting into the car. And then, when you swallow a lump in your throat, when you decide to turn around and go, run as fast as you possibly can, when you dream about nothing more but never seeing him again, you catch eyes with him.

Jimin looks pathetically apologetic. There’s something in his dark brown orbs you can’t read. Maybe it’s guilt, maybe regret. Park Jimin is a man of many maybes, yet he stares at you with expression you could only mistaken for sadness.

You wonder if he sees the way your eyes stare at him blankly. You wonder if he knows how he nearly wrecked your body and made you feel things you shouldn’t. If he hurts the same way as you do now. However, Jimin quickly diverts his head away from you, closing the door to his car behind him as well. You laugh quietly at the ridiculousness of this situation. A bitter laugh that escapes your mouth and deepen the hollowness inside you.

A hand touches your arm and you don’t even flinch, knowing already who it is.

“So you know the news,” Taehyung says, looking at Jimin’s car leaving the parking lot. How long has he been standing behind you?

“What news?” you ask, turning your head to look at him.

“Chin-sun is really going to be miss Park officially,” he replies. “Jimin proposed to her this weekend. The wedding is in may. But that’s not important right now. How’s your conversation with him, sweetheart?”

You feel sick. You excuse yourself, mentioning something about needing to catch earlier train and texting him later. Taehyung calls after you but you don’t listen. You start running.

You run until you couldn’t breathe, until there’s a soreness in your throat from the coldness of air. You run until you reach your apartment, stumbling into it on wobbly legs. Your back touches the wall and you slide off, sitting on the floor.

You don’t cry. The tears don’t strain your eyes. It’s only this damned, dull hollowness.

There’s written in the Bible that a guilty person is the one who broke God’s law, who committed a sin. The said person will be judged by their actions after their death. Because every human being has a conscience, the thing that sets the line between good and bad, so when we did something wrong, we should feel remorse.

When you sit on the floor and stare blankly in front of yourself, you know you have sinned.You both did. You wonder if he, trailing patterns of tender touches on his fiancee’s skin, feels the same as you. You wonder if guilt eats him up as much as devours you. Maybe there’s hollow ache in his chest, just like in yours. Maybe he doesn’t feel anything.

And may the God help you both find your redemption.

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Hey all!! It's been a while; anyway welcome to my cmc page~

TRIGGER WARNING;

murder, drugs, alcohol, death, abuse, cults

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Name: Iris Jones

MC: Saerans

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Birthday: 28th October

Eye colour: Brown

Hair colour: Blue

Personality: Shy,Nervous,Unsure,Wants constant reassurance, She can stand up for herself but would prefer not to

Background:

She is the daughter of the agency boss; she has a twin brother but he was murdered along side her mother due to a debt her father had; because of this her father started to do whatever he could for money and developed a want for it – her father slowly becoming less and less like the man she knew she took refuge in the cathedral where she met Saeyoung Choi – they become quick friends and both opened up the the other about there twins and parents. Despite this Saeyoung still went with her father although at the time he wasn’t aware who the agency boss was; when Iris found out she was furious and ran to V + Rika who took her in with Saeran. She lived with them till she ended up at the Mint eye – never leaving Saerans side.

Links to the RFA?: Saeyoung (Childhood friend), Saeran (Boyfriend), Malory (Friend), Skylar (Fellow Believer)

Name: Skylar Hope

MC: Jihyuns

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Birthday: 23rd September

Eye colour: Green

Hair colour: Orangey-Pink

Personality: Strong Willed, Strong grip on her emotions, Mysterious,

Background: She is a believer from the mint eye who came from a formally abuses household, her childhood friend Lainie moved away and she lost her only safe place, because of this she ran away and spent day on day trying to make sense of everyday life – for near on 6 years she scavenged for food, shelter the only thing the made her truly happy was looking at the photographs from her favourite Photographer “V” – when she saw a believer “advertising” mint eye she jumped on the possibility to finally find happiness but it soon disappeared when she found out who the mint eyes “traitor was” and she knew she had to help

Links to the RFA?: V (Boyfriend), Lainie (Childhood bestfriend), Malory (Friend), Iris (Fellow Believer)

Name: Athena White

MC: Zens

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Birthday: 21st May

Eye colour: Blue

Hair colour: Red

Personality: Serious, has a soft side, grip on emotions, closed in

Background: She has a twin sister (although she isn’t a cmc for anyone so she isn’t mentioned again) and was raised in a drug heavy household; her parents where dependant on many types of illegal drugs and alcohol so her and her twin where commonly hurt in many ways – despite this she continued her dream to be an actress and was able to get a scholar ship in England to attend a school just for drama. In the school she met Laurance, Melody and Malachi who quickly because close friends however the school did more than just teach drama; its goal was to make the “perfect” students. Melody and Malachi didn’t fit into the dynamic so there where “removed of by the school” leaving her and laurance to run away. She stays separated from laurance until an audition where they jump into eachother again and meets his housemate Zen – they both get the leads in the show and there relationship grows from there.

Links to the RFA: Zen (Boyfriend), Laurance (Friend)

Name: Laurance Jones

MC: Jumin

Age: 21

Gender: male

Birthday: 30th June

Eye colour: Blue

Hair colour: Purple

Personality: little bit.. simple; is the master of very little things; lovable; goofy

Background: one of my cmcs that actually has an alright background – his mother and father divorced when he was younger and he was left to be raised by his father while his mother went to find herself a new man in America. He didn’t care; his father was a doting man who died when he was 17 (just after her ran away from the English bording school), like Athena he went to the bording school in England to continue his career however due to the nature he didn’t continue after running away to korea – he missed his friends melody and malachi and hated the fact they had been removed of. Because of this he started many charity events to try and raise awareness that this was going on and that is where he met Jumin (who introduced him to zen; they became roomates) – Jumin helped him with his goal and they slowly became closer until one day he just moved in with him. He now works with Zen and Athena producing the music used in most of the shows they preform in.

Links to the RFA: Jumin (Boyfriend), Athena (Friend, Zen (Ex-roomate)

Name: April West

MC: Seven

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Birthday: April 17th

Eye colour: Pink

Hair colour: Green

Personality: Secretive,Goofy,Quick changing,

Background: Lived with both of her parents and sister till she ran away at 18 to join the agency; she never spent much time with her parents growing up and wasn’t aware they had died in a plane crash until she re-met with her sister after becoming part of the RFA. She met with Saeyoung after working with him on the honey-buddah mission – during the mission she was struck over the eye and became unable to work anymore. The agency wanted to rid of her however Saeyoung had started to develop emotions for her so he moved her into his house; Vanderwood thankfully stayed quiet as Seven helped her back to health – once she was better she helped seven with the agency work.

Links to the RFA: Molly (Sister), Saeyoung (boyfriend)

Name: Malory Watts

MC: Rika

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Birthday: 15th June

Eye colour: Orange

Hair colour: Dirty Blonde/ Light Brown

Personality: Arrogant, Hard working, smart,

Background: Raised in an orphanage just like rika they quickly (however she was never adopted; she felt like she was not “good enough”) became close when meeting at a park; rika told her about mint eye and how she was developing it and she was quick to jump onto the idea of helping – when it was fully developed became co-saviours. Saeran looked up to her as a Mum figure; he still kinda did after he escaped from mint eye as she was always the nicest of the pair when it came to “handling” him; she did start to feel bad about everything and helped Saeran get out.

Links to the RFA: Rika (girlfriend), Saeran (“Son”), Skylar (Believer), Iris (believer)

Name: Lainie Rhys

MC: Yoosung

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Birthday: 14th November

Eye colour: Purple

Hair colour: Blonde

Personality: Goofy, Worry wart, hardworking,

Background: She was raised by her grandparents from the age of 5 after her mother and father ran away leaving her on her own; although she doesn’t remember anything about her parents she does feel hate for them when they are brought up. Her parents owned a ranch so she was raised working with horses; helping her gran when it came to the horses and having her best friend Skylar around often. She met Yoosung at University where she went to study Equine Science of a full scholar ship; the original plan to return to her parents ranch lost when she moves in with Yoosung.

Links to the RFA: Yoosung (Boyfriend), Skylar (Childhood friend)

Name: Molly West

MC: Jaehee

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Birthday: 16th January

Eye colour: Black/Grey

Hair colour: Black

Personality: Quick thinking, organised, reliable, independent, Considerate

Background: She spent most of her childhood living with her sister April although when he sister ran away to join an agency she felt more alone than every before; Her father and mother where wealthy business people who spend 99% of the days away once the girls where old enough they went on business trips – spending weeks onto months away from the family they raised. Due to this she never developed a relationship with them and left nothing when the news of the plain crash that killed them was told to her. To make ends meet she started to work at C&R becoming the person who Jaehee Relied on heavily when things started to get hard – Jumin added them both to the RFA at the same time, she became close to Rika both of them enjoying musicals along side Jaehee so it was no surprise when they started dating – She was hurt more by rikas “death” than she was by her parents.

Links to the RFA: Jaehee (Girlfriend), April (sister), Rika (Friend), Zen (Idol), Athena (Idol)

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Gender & Pronouns: Cis woman, she/her

Date of Birth: March 16th, 1983 (37)

Place of Birth: Beverly Hills, California

Neighborhood: Ventura

Length of Residency: Since 2011

Occupation: Development Executive, Director & VP of Title Track Entertainment

Face Claim: Minka Kelly

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGERS: Substance Abuse, Overdose, Suicide.

If there is one thing she could wish to the stars, was the chance to reach for them. Every night she would look up at the sky and ask, let me go up there with you and shine bright as you do. The young girl was a dreamer, a free-spirited with a marvelous, creative mind, and the world wouldn’t stand a chance.

It was easy to point Nicole as an ordinary, and stereotypic California girl walking down Sunset Boulevard covered with privileges and her parents’ money to fill a void left by their issues and to be raised by nannies because they were too busy to pay attention to their child. She fit the mold perfectly. But there was far more to her than it meets the eyes, and it only takes one look underneath the surface to know that, actually, it only takes one smile and a conversation.

Nearly impossible to miss the similarities in her features that are the same of a young Marla Templeton, an old Hollywood actress that made her first appearance on the big screens in the fifths and fascinated her audience with her uniqueness, trilling a career that nourishes its importance to this day. Yet, a brilliant career did not mean an equal and easy personal life. Marla Templeton had many failed marriages, only one that lasted more than the others and gave her three children, Mark, David, and Lisa Thompson. It’s not surprising to say that the relationship between them wasn’t an easy one, and when Marla and Peter got a divorce, the children decided to live with their father. Marla just wasn’t suitable to slip into a mother’s role when her career was her number one priority, and she did not want to make a choice. It worked, at first, Peter was more than happy to stay at home and care to raise the children, and Marla was the one making the surprising visits, bringing the expensive presents and taking them on vacations around the world. It wasn’t expected that Lisa wanted to be just like her mother when she grew up, she was bolded, and Marla had no problem with that until it became a case rivalry. At first, it was finally something the two had in common, something to share and talk about. Still, when Lisa was getting more attention than Marla, things got heated, and when Lisa was seventeen, after her first blockbuster — things started to fell apart. The fight with Marla only got worse, her father did not want her back in the house and she couldn’t bear to be with her mother. Therefore, they made a deal, she would walk in line and stand out of the way till Lisa turns eighteen and could go leave life as she pleases also known as the start of her own path to self-destruction. It started with minor crimes, shoplifting for her own amusement, consuming a little pass of the amount of alcohol than the night before just to kill the boredom she felt when she wasn’t inside the set, and walking with the wrong set of company. Her career took the fault as well, and slowly, her new start glow started to burn out and fade. The first trip to a rehab clinic for damage control came not soon after she was caught, drunk, arguing with a set producer. But her reputation, however, was already set as the troublesome alcoholic teenager star and, perhaps, was better to set aside for a while, and it was when she met Levi Padallino. It was an attraction at first sight and nothing more. They only kept it going because there was something to be taken from it on both sides. Levi was good to her reputation, and Lisa had the means to help him get out of the debuts that college would cost. One year into the relationship and Lisa was pregnant, twins.    

Nicole Eva Padallino was born two minutes after her twin brother, Lucas. And four years later, Levi was long gone. Baltimore was more appealing to him than his children. After all, he already got what he desired and it was a free ride to Med School and an internship in one respectful hospital, Nicole and Lucas would be just fine in the hands of Lisa: she had the money to cover it up. Is money, isn’t it? What makes the world turn around and cover wounds left open. In truth, Levi knew the kids were not fine at all because Lisa Thompson was struggling with her own addiction and was yet to seek help, to admit it to herself. And that only left Nicole and Lucas to be raised by nannies, to watch their mother barely stand by herself, sometimes forgetting to pay the bills or show up to work, and it was the twins that at a very young age learned that they were responsible for keeping their home a functional one. Of course, having staff around the house did not make the burdened weigh as much as someone with fewer privileges, Geraldine, their mother agent turned to be like an aunt and came as great help from time to time. She dealt with Lisa better than anyone because she could not afford to lose her best-selling client, sober her up, and put her in the car to show up on the set for work. In the meantime, the kids would stay at home with their nannies, tutors and doing their best to keep the problems hidden from everyone else, especially their grandmother, when she would show up to check it if they were okay. They would put on their best show because truth is, Marla turned into someone else at the minute she settled her eyes on those children. For her, they were her second chance of being better when her own child was vanishing right in front of her eyes. She did not see hope for Lisa anymore, she never did but now was definitely too late to do something else. But she was a good grandmother, the best, she would play along with the stories they create in their head to excuse from their chaos and misery that life outside those stories was. Marla gave them their first camera, to register their adventures in homemade movies and while Nicole was a bit resilient to the present, Lucas loved it. He recast Peter Pan, Lion King, Hercules, Batman, and even his sister to play Anastasia.

One night, however, when Marla came to the house to find that the power was cut off, the staff was two months without payment, and the kids were living off from frozen pizza because Lisa was on the verge of going bankrupt. She took Nicole and Lucas out of the house when their mother came stumbling drunk through the door, again, with a nameless man as she has done countless times. They were thirteen, and Marla legally became their guardian after Lisa was admitted to rehabilitation. It was very public and very traumatic for their family, but no one took it as hard as Lucas, but neither saw the signs, not until when they were sixteen and Lucas committed suicide. Nicole’s entire world crashed in front of her. The twins were too attached to one another because they have always been the only family they could count on: best friends and siblings. He was her better half, and she knew nothing without him. He was her hero. How can a normal functional and loveable teenager be able to act? All he left behind was a film, his final project for movie class was a documentary to say goodbye, goodbye to her. A goddamn movie to say goodbye, but it still wasn’t enough and Nicole suppressed that pain, that feeling. But it was only the beginning because she had another curving ball to face when her father decided to show up at the funeral.

Levi was back in California, working at Cedars Sinai for the past three years but never had the nerve to tell anyone until Marla tracked him to tell his son has passed. And there he was, back in her life, but why was he there to begin with? He was a stranger to Nicole. The only thing she has of him was his last name. When he stood there, he hugged her and invited her to a stroll later and to meet his family. The family, just like the one Nicole and Lucas always wanted: with parents that remember your birthday, that makes you feel safe during a thunderstorm, that sit together to eat dinner or to light up the Christmas lights or to pick up the presents or someone that cares enough to fake snow prints on the floor and wrap presents to celebrate to holiday in the next morning. A normal childhood like in the movies they used to watch. Their house was cold and empty almost every Christmas. If they were lucky, Lisa would come home with a treat from the party she had just attended or Geraldine would take care of buying each a gift. But maybe, with Levi and his family, this could be her chance. He asked her to move in, but her grandmother was against it, Nicole decided to stay, even though no place feels like home. After all, the thought of living with her father is a close shot to having a home, but she wasn’t ready for a huge change.

Yet, Nicole went beyond to show her father how good of young woman she has become. The perfect American girl, captain cheerleader, senior prom queen, excellent GPA, and dating life make all her friends jealous. She had planned for her future. Though, as she began to share her dreams and give him a chance, the brittle truth comes out from her father. Levi was never interested in having a daughter. He already had a family of his own and was making sure to take care of them and that was what he wanted. He wanted Nicole to speak to her mother and grandmother to annul the contract he signed when the twins were born that said he had to pay for tuition when they decide to go college since Lisa paid for Levi’s entire Med School. Needless to say, she was devastated because her mother wasn’t great, but yet she was still there and never walked away, and neither did her grandmother. Nicole decided he would pay, Lucas wasn’t there anymore, but she was and college may not been been her first plan but now? She would make it her mission.

Nicole got into Stanford with a major in biology; she could hate every minute of it, but there was one thing she was good at and that thing was: when she puts her mind into something, she went the distance. It was for her, her mother, and Lucas. The first part was to get her degree in biology and then go to Medical school. But, what she was going to do with a medical degree? She had no idea. To spite her father and make him pay more? All she wanted was to travel, to see the world. The woman never had the time to think of herself. She always lived to help others survive through days and be pleasing for the needs of others. This was supposed to be when she was going to find herself, but there she was, acting for what knows what end.

If there was ever a God… he was a cruel, manipulative bastard.

Yet, Stanford was a surprise she did not expect, she found not only a family there in the form of her best friends. But love, partnership, and her true calling because who would tell that she would pick up from where her brother left? It started with her finding his old camera when she was visiting her grandmother for Thanksgiving, watching some of their old homemade movies, and flipping through old notebooks and diaries — they were quite the duo. She cried the entire night. It was unfair, it was a crushing pain upon her chest like no other and a feeling she has been carrying around for so long that she doesn’t seem or doesn’t know how to get rid of it. It was too much, and for just a second, she thought was what Lucas felt? It was until she found his diaries, and she did not want to read. But something pulled her to do so, and there was a light into a part of her brother she never saw before. It gave her a just a bit more comfort. Going back home, she took the camera with her and started to work with it, just recording her friends, making little videos of her day like Lucas used to. She did not have much money, she saved whatever her grandmother sent her and her father only paid what was he legally requested to do so, so she started to work on a little coffee shop outside the campus and met a band, it was where it changed for her.

Becoming friends with the band that used to play there, she started to produce, direct, script, edit their videos, and publish them online until they went viral. Soon, so did her name. But Nicole has settled in finish Stanford, so she started to work with the local bands while taking classes, it was her and one of her best friends that was soon to become her partner. And when she finally graduated, she was free. The girl decided she did not need revenge or anything from her father, she was going to drop from the idea of going to Med School and move to Los Angeles to pursue filmmaker but first, she was going to travel. She was finally twenty-one and she has received the trust fund of both Lucas and hers, she knew Lucas’s money was going to be made into something else, but hers, she was going to take for a gap year. Somehow, her first place was Brazil, and it was a life change for her because a visit to the town of Pedro Leopoldo and everything she once knew believed it was true, changed. She visited the old house that belonged to Chico Xavier, the works there picked her, and even if she was a non-believer she opened to experience and took the letter in hands. A gasp of air, she was sitting in the midfield crying in her hands but the content of the said letter was kept a secret. The message from her brother. Until she attended a concert in 2004, in Buffalo, NY, Nicole felt her soul be more filled and healed than ever before. Her faith was her own, she did not scream to anyone, not even back in Los Angeles when she started to search more about Spiritism and attend the weekly speeches. It was something she decided to make her own.

Her career started to blossom and with it, the desire to not be known using her father’s name and she decided to change but she also did not want to use her mother’s or grandmother’s — something having to do with raising her on her own. She then started to use a stage name: Nicole Ainsworth. And that name was growing, she used half of Lucas’s trust to open the Title Track Entertainment and the other half was donated to a foundation to help kids with mental health issues. Nicole’s name was growing first on the internet with producing documentaries for pop music artists and directing turns and awards. It was until her big break as a producer that worked on Frozen, shortly after, then as a director came after directing a number at the Oscar and receiving a call to direct and produce: The Greatest Showman. She made a name for herself and started choosing projects to build a great portfolio, working with Disney and Marvel’s upcoming projects for their streaming platform.

After all of the years of life throwing complications her way, often making Nicole doubt herself, one of her biggest dream came true ─ her first child with her partner, Harry. Baby Noah was their biggest project and came when they least imagined, but just when they were both ready, the only problem? Both are freaking about being super protective parents to the point where you can only enter the house with hand sanitizer and slippers off and foot protection on. As well as her responsibilities of being a parent, Nicole still manages to practice Spiritism while preparing for future projects with her company, Title Track Entertainment, but taking time to enjoy the quaint island of Catalina during the time of her maternity leave.

PERSONALITY

Positive: Illustrious | Lyrical | Vehement 

Negative: Overwrought | Appetent | Paradoxical

Nicole Ainsworth is portrayed by Carol.

#all #cis #woman #ventura #minka kelly #substance abuse tw #overdose tw #suicide tw

[kimsaidhii]

Yashisato Cinderella AU part 1 (Spoilers)

Be careful! This post contains spoilers to the Cinderella AU!

Prince Gaku Mikohara’s life up till now

When Gaku was small, he was raised in one of his parent’s tradtional villas in the northern part of Ishikari by the help of the royal family’s trusted servants. (His brother was also raised there)

His parents would visit for 2 weeks every month to check on how he’s doing and completely ignored his older brother because they thought him as a failure for not being able to compete with the same knowledge Gaku had which soon developed into jealousy then abuse

Sadly, Gaku didn’t own any pets (No happy times only lonely times)

Gaku couldn’t get any help from the servants because his father strictly told them that it wasn’t their business and command them to ignore the little horrors happening inside the villa

Once a maid tried to help, soon after she was fired and bribed with money to stay silent

Young maids would still be assaulted by Gaku’s older brother. They can’t speak out due to the fear of what will happen to them and even if they did, there’s nothing they could do about it. (Gaku doesn’t need to help and he doesn’t intend to help the victims either)

When he finally turned 14, only Gaku could finally live in the palace whilst his brother was forced to stay

If you read the first chapter of the Cinderella AU, Gaku had to go to festivals with his mother which he deemed was boring

His lifestyle didn’t change nor did his schedule; Still pressured to study harder and do activities ( i.e horse riding, fencing, etc) 

Could care less about ruling Ishikari and is trying to find something more exciting then negotiating with neighbouring kingdoms

His 16th birthday celebration:

When he found out that his parents decision into celebrating his 16th birthday, he was mildly annoyed

But when he heard that his brother was going to attend, Gaku wasn’t phased and was expecting a cold beating 

When the day came, he decided to hide in the garden just to avoid the princesses that would come and ‘bug’ him (They’re very sweet, Gaku :c )

Unfortunately, his brother found him and took out all of his anger on Gaku because he was unable to live in a extravagant palace

Gaku waited for him to steam it out but was surprised with a rushing angry Satoru pushing his brother off of him

While Satoru defended him, Gaku kept referencing him to the prince, who saved Ella from the abuse her step-mother put her through, in his current book: Cinderella (Ironic, isn’t it? Thinking of someone as a prince when you’re a prince yourself aha)

After his brother left, Gaku wanted to learn  know more about his rescuer but when Satoru was about to leave, he eagerly called out to him in desperation and was shocked at this new emotion he felt towards a stranger

“He’s special...”

Gaku finally felt overjoyed when Satoru invited him to visit him. Of course, he had to have arrangement with his father and mother, lying through his teeth to search for his Satoru. And shockingly kept his cool when his father finally agreed 

This was the first time in years since he experienced these new emotions, and he craved more of it.

Confession:

The reason why Gaku confessed so suddenly was because he had to go back soon, going back to his boring life without Satoru in it. (And also because he had to get married to Nishizono) 

Satoru made him feel happiness and excitement but also pain and a sorrowful feeling

“Quite selfish of you, Satoru” He stared Satoru’s running figure as it slowly disappeared. “For not accepting me but it’s okay, I understand...” 

I solely blame Gaku for not being able to confess his love well because he never felt any adoration from anyone nor did he show it until he met Satoru

I was suppose to write an entire headcanon! Not Gaku’s life!! Gosh darn it 

<0> 3 <0>

#yashisato #yashiro gaku #satoru fujinuma #Gaku Yashiro #boku dake ga inai machi #erased #cinderella au #spoilers

[deardiarybyezz]

16th February 2021

Dear Diary,

i’ve started to write again, to fill the pages with my feelings, my adventures, dreams and wishes. i don’t know where to start, i obviously cant start from the beginning when i’m at the end of my youth year. i’m 27 years old, a grown women (which i sometimes refuse to accept the fact that i’m all grown) long dark chestnut hair, dark black eyes, olive skin more of a sunny tan side. 

i used to love to read and write, draw, my imagination was endless, i was a dreamer. why ‘was’? well its because.. i’m losing it. My passion is all dried up and i feel lost, like i have no purpose anymore. well i never really knew what my purpose was but i used to know what i want, my fire just kept on burning and years past by, the fire just started to fade. that includes my love life as well. 

You see we used to be so passionate towards each other. we’d go out till late midnight just driving around under the moon aimlessly listening to music. we’d go places to try new things, new cafes. He’d make mixed cute tape, surprise me with little gifts, or bring me out and just made me feel loved and special. but now, he spend most of his time working and on his phone playing his stupid games, he’d either complain that he has no time for himself, his hobbies, or his drives are just not there anymore “its not you, its me, i don’t know why i just feel like i only exist” i still try to make his birthday and our anniversary special for him but he makes no effort at all and so.. one day i just stop. I feel after everything its just one sided.

oh just so i don’t leave any important information here, we have kids. Two kids, Aria my first born she’s 3 and Isa, he’s a month old. yes i just gave birth to him a month ago. i feel like having kids is not why our relationship felt like its falling apart, but it does not make the situation any better either. if anything i feel like its trapping us both in this relationship. look i don’t want to blame my kids for our failures, its us. I just know i’m a bad parent and shouldn’t have kids but i love them, just so much it hurts that its my fault our world is crumbling.

Before we had aria, just few months into our marriage, he started to act differently, well at that time he has no job, no money since we just graduated from college and the unbearable pressure from his dad is just..mind blowing. he was upset, no matter what i do he wont budge, he wouldn’t talk to me, avoids me and i feel like he hated me, even tho he said he loved me and that wasn’t the case, it still feels like that like i’m a burden to him and like i’ve trapped him into this marriage which makes me feel 100 time worst. like a stupid inconsiderate person i am, i wanted a child, so i could feel less lonely, since thins thing kept on going and its driving me crazy, well that didn’t work. i’ve learnt my lesson or so i taught. 

see i should’ve loved myself first before i got into this relationship, i never get to heal myself from my past and till now its hunting me. i came from a toxic mentally abusive family when i say family i mean my mom and everyone is just, affected by it and you know. so my passion and the college that i went to is a total opposite i wanted to learn fashion but i got into computing instead. fast forward, i graduated but not really wanted to go into that field, also i just couldn’t do it, its just seem impossible for me.

i could've went to the university or college that i wanted, open my choices more and get the job that i’m actually good at or just plainly interested at. now these options are no longer available to me. The only thing left is regrets a whole big ass regrets that i cant possibly turn around or do it now. 

so you see, i think my husband feel the same way and things are just not the same anymore, and i have no idea how to fix it, and for the sake of my kids, i can’t leave either.

[lxvesickreality]

fix you

Request: Bucky x reader just absolute raging angst with the promise of a happy ending? ✨♥️

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of suicide

Word Count: 1866

Add on: song being used is called Fix You by Coldplay 

gif is NOT mine, credits to owners

Please do not read if easily triggered by talk of suicide and dark pasts. If you are feeling in that way at all even if you didn’t read this, my inbox is always open and you can private message me anytime. 

When you try your best but you don't succeed

When you get what you want but not what you need

When you feel so tired but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse

You never had an easy childhood and you had no role models to look up to as you grew. Your parents got into a fatal car crash on the way to get induced to have you since your mother was almost two weeks past her due date. You almost didn’t make it because your mom was dying quickly. You were born on a street that 12 minutes away from the hospital and you were taken away from your mother the minute you came out. Your parents passed away that night. As you grew up, you were told this story by many social workers that made you jump home to home to live with foster homes. It devastated you and sent you to a dark place.

Many homes you grew up in weren’t very nice to you. When you were 8 years old, you were struck by the male figure in the house for not finishing your peas on your plate. He called you ungrateful, selfish, and even a bitch. You were sent to your room that was as small as a bathroom. Each time your social worker came, they put on a front and wouldn’t let them know you lived in a small room, not in the normal sized bedroom like they said. From 8 years old to 13, you lived in that place until you were able to get on the phone with your social worker to explain what had been going on. You left the next day to a different home. The next couple of years was like that until your 15th birthday. You found a home where they wanted you and made you feel welcomed by embracing you with open arms. They adopted you and gave you a better chance at an education so you can do what you wanted. You had everything you had ever wanted but something wasn’t right. You would try your damndest to show how happy and appreciative you were to find someone like them because you knew kids in the foster system either never made it out or stayed in a really bad home until they were considered an adult. You just missed your family.

You ended up in a really dark place by your 16th birthday. You caused your adoptive family a lot of money with the therapist and psychiatrist they provided you with. They knew how sad you were. Who wouldn’t be sad? What they didn’t know was you were depressed and developed PTSD along the way. Your psychiatrist put you on several different medications to help you stay focused in school, let you sleep properly, and feel okay for once. One day, you tossed and turned all night because that day was really bad for you. It was your birthday and though your adoptive family went all out for you, buying you a car and your own laptop so you could write down your thoughts, you were feeling weighed down. You felt sorry that you disrupted their lives and blamed yourself for it. You continuously would blame yourself for your parents’ death. You should’ve felt happy but instead it felt reversed so you did something you regretted; you took half the bottle of antidepressants.

When the tears come streaming down your face

'Cause you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone but it goes to waste

What could it be worse?

The person who wanted you to call mom came to check up on you when you unexpectedly left to go to bed at 8pm a few weeks after you attempted suicide, she caught you crying into your pillow. Her heart clenched at the sight of a girl she desperately wanted to be her daughter. She wasn’t able to have kids so she felt incredibly lucky to have you by her side. Your sobs were loud enough to draw her husband and their small Cockapoo, Pilot upstairs so the small family of theirs comforted you in every way they possibly could. 

You told them, “I feel so alone. I miss my parents. I barely even knew them but I remember the safeness and security I felt around them. I was a baby, a newborn and they passed away. I didn’t even get to know them.” they wanted to know more but didn’t want to push you. You eventually continued, “The first family I lived with was a good family. I lived with them for 5 years I believe and it was so great. I was loved but they told social worker back then they no longer wanted me. Their explanation was they finally got pregnant. With twins! Three kids were too much so they let me go. I lost a family I loved but I guess they didn’t love me back, you know? It just went to waste. When I got to my first abusive home, I lost a part of my self-respect that day and I never got it back. I lost so much the first time that asshole struck me. He made me think the worst of myself at 8 years old up until I was 13. Did you know he beat me till I passed out because I started my period for the first time?”

You went on for awhile and they all listened to you until you fell asleep on your adoptive mother’s lap while she stroked your hair gently to get the knots out. That day was memorable for you because you started to feel more loved. 

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

At 18, you felt different. It was as if you had this electricity surging through you dying to get out and to be used. You didn’t know what it was until you got into a fight with someone on the street for trying to pay you for a certain action no one in their right mind would want to do to some random old guy. He was found dead in the morning inside of a dark alley you dragged him to. Their diagnosis was that he was killed by 12,000 volts of electricity which must’ve been from the telephone pole near him. The police didn’t think anything of it but you did then a few days later, S.H.I.E.L.D. found you. It seems as your adoptive parents knew exactly what was going on. You became an agent that night with every intent on controlling and managing your powers. They called you Carmina, Latin word for electro. 

Years rolled by in a blur but time stopped when you met him. 

But high up above or down below

When you are too in love to let it show

Oh but if you never try you'll never know

Just what you're worth

Bucky Barnes was in no way perfect, in fact he was probably the most imperfect guy on this entire universe. His past was dark and foggy to him but he knew what had happened, of course, he did. Nobody would forget the murders they committed and he didn’t wish to be a part of anyone’s life. He barely let his best friend back in because of the things he did to him and his team but you were the most unique, gorgeous person he had ever met. He didn’t know what drew him in, maybe it was the sweet smile you gave everyone that you knew and didn’t know; or the twinkle in your eye when you talked about something you were very passionate about; maybe it was the same mutual darkness in the back of your brain that matched his. It was something and it made a change for everything. 

You were the first to ask him out. It was a pretty big risk for you seeing as you didn’t trust people very often given your past but he had something separating him from every guy you’ve ever met. He was perfectly imperfect to you. Oh god was he imperfect. It just made you fall even more for him. 

You both were very closed off people making it difficult to talk to one another without giving too much information about yourselves but you were a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent so you had a file. Bucky didn’t think twice to look at it and you did the same with his from H.Y.D.R.A. You both weren’t ready to mention the files you took a peek at because you wanted it to be told in your own way from the heart so it took a while to warm up to each other but eventually you did and it was epic. You fell head over heels in love with each other from one date, the very first date. But the moment you opened up was tragic.

5th date and you were crying but he didn’t understand why. Your past was nowhere near as bad as he was yet you felt like you were barely worth anything. He didn’t understand why you were crying so hard because you worth everything so he told you his past in bits and pieces. You cried in each others arms together, comforting and kissing each other to make yourselves feel better. You felt happy and content to find someone who loves you for you and vice versa. 

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

From the very beginning, you felt unlucky and like you were bad luck because nothing good ever happened to you. Your parents passing away was the beginning of a tragic story or that’s what you thought before you found your adoptive family. The loneliness and constant worry about yourself followed you every home you went to. Your depression was something you never imagined you would have and it was the worst thing you imagined. You would never wish that upon your worst enemies because that was real and it controlled everything you did. You didn’t try to kill yourself because of it, you did it to get away from the pain and you were so lucky to still be here because you wouldn’t have died feeling loved. You would’ve died feeling sad and alone. You weren’t alone. You survived. 

Bucky Barnes helped you through your journey of recovery after dropping your therapist and psychiatrist for good. He and your family guided you through the tunnel that you couldn’t see in. Your family taught you to love. He taught you to open up. Life wasn’t all that bad anymore. You weren’t unlucky nor were you a bad charm to anyone. You started that way but it didn’t define who you were. 

Bucky and you tied the knot 6 years of being together and had the biggest family. You felt at peace. That’s what life wanted you to have. It just gave you a dark tunnel in the beginning and you found your way through. You were finally happy. 

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier imagine #the avengers #the avengers imagine

[blake-nikos]

The longest DnD backstory i have made... so far

so small bit of context this is for a 5e game in a 18th century  bloodborne style setting.   it was meant to be one shot  so i just made   lady maria  of the astral clock tower  as my character, but the dm really likes the setting and how the game went so its becoming a full game,  but i really liked  how i played   lady maria  but i wanted something a little more then  a dnd version of a bloodborne boss  so i wrote this  over the last  few hours  and its now 5:30 am   oops  The  lady maria real name Blair  ( insert appropriate lore last name  with vanhellsing vibes to it )   class blood hunter level 10 Born into a noble  house the daughter of a previous lady maria that died during child birth and a noble man,  that was once a charming artist and writer  but reduced  to a  cowardly shell of a man after the death of his first love,  even though he has re married  he never  found his passions for the arts again  now only making  bland history text books for schools and little else. all through Blair's early life her grandfather on her mothers side would come around every few months bring gifts   and tails of his latest monster hunts and the promise of "once your older  if you wish it,  I'll take you away from this stale noble life" as she grew her grandfather started training her in swordsmanship and fire arms,  her farther forbid the training but the grandfather kept coming  till one day he had the town guards waiting  and threaten to have him killed if he took "his  last piece of her away"       blair over heard this  but didn't understand at the time  only being around 9 years old  confused as her farther  barely could even stand to look at her most days.   Her grandfather didn't come for  3 years after that point, till one night blare started getting ravens at her window  with short notes  and pages taken from swordsmanship manuals  page by page every day over time  forming more then a few books on different styles of fighting  and  firearm  manufacture and such.  she trained every day  till her hands were blistered from the bits of wood and furniture she had been using as wooden swords  to train with in her bedroom.   On the day before her 14th birthday  she noticed  a hooded figure with a raven in the small woods out her window,   she grabbed a small kitchen knife she had stolen and suck out looking for them.   it didn't take long  till she was deep in the woods   only to be startled by a well made wooden sword being thrown to her feet  "pick it  up and fight for your birthday present little one"  the look of joy   forced down by one of determination she picked up the sword and took the guard positions she'd been practicing  for all this time,  swing hard but true to form  never faltering a step in her foot work,   pushing the old man on to is back foot , not  one to show to much mercy  and  a reflex from years of fighting he pushed hard in to his next swing  and disarmed  her of her wooden sword  just as he dropped his guard about to gloat   " guess some ones not  getting  her..."  shes rushes  him gets her body  under  his guard  position thrusts her arms right up under his chin and with the stolen kitten knife to his neck "took you long enough  old man"  drops the knife to her side and hugs him tight enough   she  may have heard some of is old bones crack.  and starts to cry  into his chest.  "okay alright little one, you won  the fight  now need to crush me now"  as he hugs her back  for a moment.  "i know its been a while " only to hear " too long " as she kicks him in the shin "if you hit me again no present  " She pules back to look at him to notice a few  more scars on his face then last time  she spoke to him.   he stands up straight   and calls out “ lady maria please come meet my grand daughter”  As a hooded woman with a raven on her shoulder looking to be in her late 30s steps out from behind a tree.  she steps forward and curtsy towards Blair   “ its a honor to meet you little miss, i knew your mother well,  and she would be very proud of such a skilled young fighter”   she says with a smile,  a head tilt   and a slight  tear in her eye “ you most certainly have her  eyes and expressions...   its like  looking at a memory  right before me” Blair looks to her before looking down to the dirt   “ ive  only heard story's from granddad and farther  locked  all the paintings of mum in the attic i haven't seen them in years” her grandfather  after swallowing his anger “ well this just wont do  “ and pulls out a locket  from his pocket  “ i have a portrait of her  above the mantel in my family manner, why don't you hold on to this one, till you come see it for your self “ as he hands her the locked with a small picture  of her mother inside.   she holds it close before placing it around her neck.  “but now little one  its your birthday tomorrow  and that's not your gift this is!” as the  lady maria grabs  a fabric wrapped sword from behind her   “this was hers  it needed some repairs   after she put it aside  when she moved in with your father,   but its been cleaned sharped and has a fresh coat of sliver” Blair takes the wrapping off the sword to see a brilliant  sliver coated steel scabbed,   a saber with a enlarged almost small sword style handle and guard. she clips it to her belt and draws the blade “its heavy...  well compared to a chair leg but the balance feels much nicer,  this,  this is mine now ?” her grandfather smiles   “yes little one cant have you  training with chair legs  forever now  can we,  plus  you will need a real blade when our lady maria  hear starts training you in our family's blood magic next week ”       Blair  now looking rather  confused “ blood magic?”  the grandfather   draws a dagger  from his belt  and slices the the blade along his palm as  the blood runs down the blade it starts to crackle and spark with lightning   he throws the blade at a tree and it sparks with a brilliant light  and shark cracking sound like a small bolt of lighting, “now little one this is a family secret  so don't go talking about magic,  can you promise me that  and don't let your father find that sword?” she nods her head with gusto  “  yes sir !  totally,  easy,  no problem.  and he wont   look at me any way  so its easy to steal stuff and sneak around ”     the day starts to grow long  and they say there goodby’s for now  3 years of  weakly training some times with grandfather, some times with lady maria,  some times with both  and some times with a different lady maria  she dresses the same and spoke the same formal way for the most part but  much younger  she explained “lady maria  is not my name little one its a title...  all the lady maria's  are in some way related even you.  im actually your cousin  my name is Juliet.   the older lady maria  you met the first night was my aunt  and your mothers sister.  On her 16th birthday and a few years of Blair being a rebellious young teen  and making trouble for the towns guard and  her farther getting more and more strict as she aged,  Blair promptly set out with trying to ruin her farther reputation  especially when the step mother started pressing to “marry her off “  even though the farther was against it  the step mother  started making plans for marriage behind his back.   Blair being a witty  young trouble maker   found out about her plans and took it as a challenge  and found a new form of combat training  in bar fights and sneaking to the next town over and drinking  with the army boys in training. till it go to the tipping point  a argument with her farther  that was promoted by the step mother yelling at him for the better part of the day,  when she came home at dusk one evening  not looking to worse for ware  but about as far lady like  as one can get, her father going straight in to yelling “whats wrong with you!? why must you fight against the best life  you’ll ever get? how ungrateful are you ! “ the step mother butting in   “ your mother would be ashamed  you”  with out hesitation from across the room  Blair pulls a knife  cuts her palm and utters a Blood Curse of Bloated Agony on the step mother   and drops the step mother to her knees in pain “ you know nothing about her you good for nothing noble piece of trash”  “ and dad i don’t know  if you hate me... or blame me for killing mum by being borne,  but you never loved me you never gave me what i needed!,  and you took away the only  person that could!    you stopped granddad from coming  you took the one person that loved me!  you left me with nothing  what did you expect!?    her farther now yelling at Blair to stop this  “fine if you want to be with him so badly then leave but if you do  your title stays behind your money you’ll will be nothing more then a common present!”  “OH but father i have a title you could never take I’m the lady maria” as she drops the curse  go’s to her room packs a travel bag grabs her mothers sword  and walks right by her father who is trying to calm the step mother now screaming for a doctor   and calling Blair a witch,    on the way out  Blair with sword worn proud on her side,  she hesitates  for a moment  in the door way with her back to her farther, and can hear him over the sound of the now rageing  woman next to him   “what have i done Ive lost her again...  i’m sorry  i’m so sorry”   blair pretends not to hear him and walks away in to the night.        after another year of training   now at the grandfathers manor  and returning the locket,  she started going on monster hunts  and when the war came true and proper she fought right besides the young army boys from time to time as a mercenary  and protected them from the monsters by night, even earning some honorary militarily ranks.   now a few years after the war shes now 31 and has been a proper lady maria for a good while fighting monsters and making stories of her own. 

#dnd backstory

[forwhycas]

Oh What a World (part 2)

So this part is wayyyyy longer than the first part, but it super cute and we find out a bit more about Charlie, super fluffy and swearing since who doesn't love a beautiful girl who swears like a trucker! This picture of Joe gives me life (even thought its blurry, if anyone has a better quality version, please send it to me) I hope you enjoy:)

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When you got home you immediately hung up the clock and put the matching towels out as well. You snapped a picture and sent it to Joe.

 Charlie: Be jealous!

Joey: I’m not, but I’m glad you like it. I have a lot of pictures from today, did you want me to send them?

Charlie: Yes please!

 20 pictures later, and your favorite one was Joe holding you from behind your arms up pretending to be jack and rose from the titanic on the red steps. You zoomed in on somebodies face you noticed in the background, this woman’s face looked so annoyed, you screenshotted it and sent it to Joe.

 Charlie: This woman’s face is how I’m going to feel waking up in the morning, because my shift starts at 8 L

Joey: So call out, I’m sure wherever you work can handle a day without you.

Charlie: Well, I wish they could but I work at a group home, so if their one person down the place kind of runs awkwardly. Which can cause some pretty pissed off kids.

Joey: You work at a group home?

Charlie: Yea it’s part time, and definitely the most interesting job I’ve had. I might see if someone can cover for me though, I can feel myself already struggling to get out of bed tomorrow morning.

 You txt your coworker Emily, reminding her that she owed you.

 Charlie: Remember when I covered your shift that week you went on vacation with your friends?

Emily: Yes, do you need me to cover you this week?

Charlie: Yes please, final exams start next and I’m stressing L

Emily: I got you, I’ll txt Eric to let him know what’s going on.

Charlie: Thank you!

 You sighed with relief, while yes finals were next week, you were fully prepared! You just really haven’t had a day off from work in a long time, and you mine as well use the favor. You smiled at the fact that you could hang out with Joe tomorrow, he was easy to be yourself around and it was refreshing. Your phone vibrated.

 Joey: So?

Charlie: A whole week covered, and this week my classes are online because finals are next week, so basically all I have to do is a bunch of practice quizzes.

Joey: So what are you going to do with your new found freedom?

 You had so many ideas but the first one was to cover the tattoo you had on the side of your arm that had your exes initials. You facetimed Joe. When he picked up he was in bed looking super cozy, you kind of wished you were still with him, laying on his couch.

 “Sorry to interrupt, but I have the best idea! See this tattoo right here?” He nodded. “I want to get this covered up tomorrow.”

 “Who’s initials are those?”

 “My ex’es.”

 “Ah, well then I’m all for that.”

 “Want to come with me?” He yawned and nodded. “Awesome, do you have any tattoos that need covering?” He snorted.

 “I don’t have any tattoos Charlie.” He yawned again.

 “Well I have…” You started to count on your free hand. “10? No 14! Yea 14, catch up! Anyways go to bed grandpa! Meet me at mine for 11, I’m on the 5th floor, my last name is on the door. Do you even know my last name?” He nodded.

 “Everleigh? Right?” You nodded and said goodnight, he waved then hung up. You hopped in the shower and towel dried your hair the best you could before falling asleep. You awoke to pounding on your door. You checked your phone and you had 3 txt’s from Joe.

 Joey: I’m up, and heading over with coffee.

Joey: Warning I’m out of breath and I’ve only walked up two flights of stairs.

Joey: Your still asleep!

 The last txt was 10 minutes ago. You sprung up out of bed, realizing you slept in just underwear you grabbed your bath robe and wrapped it around you. You unlocked the door, and Joe was holding a tray with two coffees, an annoyed look on his face. You smiled, “Morning sunshine!” his face softened when you spoke, he pushed past you, you could feel the coldness radiating off of him.

 “Good morning, glad you got some extra sleep.” He smiled and slumped down onto your couch. Placing the tray of coffee on your end table. You sat down next to him and reached over him to grab one, placing it in his hand and then grabbing the other one.

 “Sorry, I guess I forgot to set an alarm. Thanks for the coffee, do you want something to eat?” You got up and went to your cabinets, you remembered the muffins you bought from the bakery down the block 2 days ago. “I have blueberry muffins!” You turned around to look at him. “I’m trying to cure your morning grumpiness with delicious muffins and you look like you want to kill me, has this friendship already run its course?” He chuckled. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He got up and came over to you.

 “You have a piece of hair sticking up the opposite way…there.” He was so close to you, not moving. “Also yes, I’ll take a muffin please.” You reached up to grab the container and put them on the counter, you got a pan and started to melt some butter on it. Joe was leaning against your counter on his phone.

 “Do you want a whole one, or a half one?”

 “I’ll split one with you, I’m not super into eating this early.” He nodded then went back to his phone. “There’s a really good tattoo shop called village tattoo, it’s by Washington Park. I went there with my friend Sebastian once, they do some good work. What are you getting to cover that up anyways?”

 “I think I’m gonna get some daisy’s and roses, It’ April’s and June’s birth month flower.” You cut the muffin half and through them on the pan, it sizzled slightly. You took a sip of coffee.

 “Who’s birthday is it in April and June?”

 “Well my dad’s birthday was April 17th, and mine is June 16th.” You grabbed some plates and grabbed one half of the muffin handing the plate with the muffin on it to Joe. You grabbed yours as well. “Try it.” You smiled weakly at him. You took a bite and you moaned. “Oh fuck this is good…” Joe took a dramatic bite, and his eyes rolled back into his head. “See it’s delicious! Your welcome for warming it up for you!” You nudged him in the side. “Right while you make love to that muffin I’m gonna get dressed. Make yourself at home.” You winked at him and walked across the living room to your door, you left it slightly open. You went through your closet and found a NYU long sleeve, you contemplated putting on a bra but did so anyways, you then contemplated putting on actual pants, you did that as well. Joe was walking around yourliving room, looking at all the paintings, mostly landscapes, and the family photos of you and your dad.

 “Are you an only child?” Joe yelled.

 “Yup!” You yelled with a mouth full of tooth paste. “You?” You spit it out and rinsed with some mouthwash. You washed your face and moisturized. Joe yelled another question.

 “A brother and a sister! Just you and your dad?”

 You took a deep breath and walked out of your room. “My mom dipped when I was about 10, I don’t remember much of her.” You walked over to your shoe tray and started to tie your nikes. “How far is this tattoo shop? Also is it grossly cold outside?” Joe put his still cold hands on the sides of your face. “Yea it’s grossly cold outside.” You pushed his hands away and wrapped the purple scarf you bought the day before, and the matching gloves. “Wallet!” You went to your cabinet above your fridge, where you always put it. Joe gave you a weird look. “The dead lock on this door sucks so I figure if someone’s going to break in the last place they would look for money is above the fridge.” You shrugged.

 “I have never seen a woman get ready so fast in my life.” You were zipping up your jacket and putting your wallet in your inside breast pocket. “Impressive, really.” You smiled at him and grabbed your coffee from the counter, grabbing your keys from the hook next to the door.

 “Ready?”

 “Yup.”

 Joe convinced you to take the subway for once. You just hated confined spaces. Which you expressed to him, but he told you that you had to get over your fear eventually. You sat so close to him your thighs touched. “Are you for real right now?” You turned your head towards him, not realizing how close you guys really were. You glanced at his lips for a split second. Then darted up to his eyes.

 “Yes, I’m claustrophobic, and I’m not just saying that.” He rolled his eyes and he put his hand out on his thigh, motioning for you to grab it. You hesitated and decided to just rest your head on his shoulder instead. Closing your eyes, taking a deep breath. He ended up grabbing your hand anyways. “Ugh Joe! Why are your hands so sweaty!”

 “Because it’s hot in here, I can’t help it!” He let go of your hand, wiped his hand on your jeans, then grabbed your hand again. “Better?” You snorted and gave him a disgusted look.

 “Yes, now that I have all of these Joe germs on my leg. Much better, thank you.” He rolled his eyes at you and reached in his pocket for his phone, he was scrolling through Instagram, you looked over his shoulder being snoopy. “I forgot to tell you, I started to watch Dear Sidewalk the other night with Dean.” You paused.

 “And?” He stopped scrolling and he looked at you from the side since your head was still on his shoulder.

 “Your very cute as a mailman…” Joe shook his head and continued scrolling.

 “Wait till you get to the end…”

 “I will say it’s odd having an actor as a friend, because while I’m watching Gardner going through all of this lovey dovey shit, all I can think about is you snorting orange juice out of your nose the other day at breakfast…”

 “Just when I thought you forgot…”

 “I wish I got it on video, I’d show it to every news outlet, make so much bank!” You chuckled to yourself, Joe turned towards you fully. “I’m joking!” You rolled your eyes and rested your head back on his shoulder, you grabbed your phone out of your jacket pocket and started to scroll through your Instagram as well.

 “So you do have social media…”

 “You’ve probably been spelling my last name wrong, I don’t know how though since it’s on my apartment door…” You grabbed his phone from his hands and looked up your Instagram account everleigh.charliee93, you followed it for him.

  “Do me a favor and stalk me later though.”

 “Who says I’ll stalk your Instagram?”

 “It’s human nature to be curious, I’m a psych major remember?” The train stopped and your breath hitched, squeezing his hand in the process.

 “Relax, this is our stop anyways.” He got up, putting his phone back in his pocket, his hands still attached to yours. You let it go once when you got back onto the streets, you saw the tattoo shop sign a few minutes later and squealed with excitement! Once inside you took your gloves off and waited at the front desk. A girl came out from the back with bright pink hair and gave you guys a cute smile.

 “What can I do for you guys today?”

 “I’m looking to get some letting covered up with some floral creation.” You stripped off your jacket and put it over Joe’s shoulder, then pulled up your sleeve, she took a look and asked what you were thinking for flowers. You told her your idea and she nodded and went to go get another artist.

 “This is Nick, he loves a good floral piece. Nick this is…”

 “Charlie! Nice to meet you.” You gave him a warm smile and he smiled back. Joe noticed how he wasn’t the only one who was effected by your smile. Nick’s face almost dropped when your face lit up.

 “So what kind of flowers are we talking about?”

 “Roses and daisies, just enough to cover this, not too much.” You motioned to the side of your left forearm.

 “Color?”

 “I think I’ll keep it black and white for now.”

 “Right let me take a few pictures and then size up the area and then I can get you a price range.” After doing so the damage was 200$

 “Yea that sounds about right! Do you have time for it today?”

 “I have the whole afternoon open, give me about 45 minutes to do a few sketches, then we can get going on it! Have a seat and I’ll come grab you when I’m ready. Rider can grab a copy of your ID and have you sign a few things in the mean-time.” You pulled out your wallet and started the process. You finally sat down on their huge couch in their waiting area, putting your legs over Joe’s lap.

 “What do tattoo’s feel like anyways?” Joe asked as he rested his hands on your legs.

 “The only way I can describe it is like a sunburn jabbing into your skin over and over again. Some places hurt a lot, others don’t. It also depends on a person’s pain tolerance, I have a pretty good tolerance for pain, so it doesn’t bother me too much.” You looked back down on your phone, smiling a little as you txted a potential date. “Is a paint and sip a good idea for a date?”

 “I would enjoy that, I have no artistic ability what so ever, but I’m sure someone would enjoy that. Why?”

 “I think I’m gonna ask this guy from my stats class out to do a paint and sip next weekend after finals are over.” Joe appeared great from the outside but in all actuality he was annoyed.

 “Friday or Saturday night?”

 “Ummmm, Friday night.” Joe was actually annoyed now, he had asked you to go out with him and his friend that night.

 “I thought you were coming out with me and my friend that night?” He tried not to outwardly appear pissed.

 “Well the paint and sip is at 6, I’m not meeting you guys till 9, right?” You looked up at him from your phone still smiling giddily.

 “True, but I wanted to pre-game with you!” He frowned like a child.

 “Well, pretend I’m their in spirit, I’ll be pre gaming with wine, so I’ll be showing up slightly buzzed.” You looked back down at your phone, and giggled when he said yes. “Ha, he said yes!”

 “You make it look so easy!” Joe crossed his arms, turning to face you.

 “That’s because it is…” You rolled your eyes, then felt bad for being bratty. “Look if I can casually ask someone out, anyone can! Who are you interested in right now?” You, he thought. He was shocked that he thought that, but then realized it was probably just because you were new in his life, he was fixated on you. He was blushing though.

 “Nobody? Yea no one.”

 “Nobody? Everybody is interested in someone.”

 “I mean, one person, I think?”

 “You think?” He shrugged.

 “Alright Charlie, let’s get you started!” Nick came out and he motioned for you follow him. Joe was relieved he was saved from the conversation going any further. You sprung up and grabbed Joe by the arm. Rider was right Nick enjoyed a good floral tattoo. He came up with 4 solid layouts in just under an hour. You loved all of them but went with the third choice as it flowed better with the shape of your arm. “So who’s initials are these anyways? I love getting a good story from new clients.” He was shaving the peach fuzz away as you got comfy in his chair.

 “My ex-fiance’. Quinten.”

 “Wow, well he fucked up!”

 “Royally.”

 “I see you have some other tattoo’s, but I always like to break a tattoo session in half, give the client a break for a smoke or some food. Where did you get your other tattoos from?”

 “I’m from the cape, so mostly black pearl and coastline. I like to keep it local.”

 “I love the cape actually, I’ve been to black pearl, where’s coastline?”

 “Provincetown, all the way at the tip of Mass.” He put the stencil on and gripped it with his hand.

 “I’ll have to check it out! So about the flowers, just your favorite flowers or?”

 “Oh, well my dad passed about 6 years now, and his birth month flower are daisies, and mine are roses, so I figured I’d cover up this assholes initials with something meaningful.” You shrugged. Joe didn’t know this but had a hunch since there weren’t many recent pictures of you with your dad back at your apartment.

 “Well I’m sure he would love it, my dad passed away a while back as well. Fuck cancer.” Nick frowned.

 “I’m so sorry, your right fuck cancer!”

 “How did your dad pass, if you don’t mind me asking?” There was always something about opening up to a tattoo artist, they made it so easy, they were like your therapist.

 “Early on set dementia. Very early…” You frowned but gave him a faint smile.

 “Oh god, I’m so sorry. Fuck Dementia!” You chuckled.

 “Fuck dementia!” You responded and looked over at Joe, who looked like his whole world had crashed and burned. He was thinking about you being sad and it made his heart sink. He just wanted to wrap you in his arms and tell you how sorry he was. But instead he said ‘fuck dementia’.

 “Alright darlin, gonna start off with some outlines, then we’ll break and do some shading! Sound good.” Nick questioned.

 “Yes sir!” After an hour of outlining and he got to one spot where it just felt like shit, your free hand grabbed Joe’s thigh, you bit your lip. “Wow that’s a tender spot.” Joe was brought out of his day dreaming session when your hand collided with his thigh. He was a year into your Instagram, you were right stalking someone else’s social media was just human nature. His free hand grabbed yours and he gave it a squeeze and a reassuring smile as he continued scrolling, he hit the post where you posted about your engagement. He didn’t even realize you had started to talk to him. “Earth to Joe?”

 “I’m sorry what?” He looked up from his phone fast.

 “I said you should get me some McDonald’s when Nick here is done with the outline. Pretty please.” You gave him the cutest smile ever, squinting your eyes together.

 “Well I can’t say no to that face, you’re lucky your cute when you do that.”

 “Oh my god, was that a compliment? Did I hear cute come out of that mouth?”

 “Yes, it was, don’t get used to it. What do you want?”

 “Everything off of the menu! Just kidding, I have to be stoned for that. Maybe just some McChickens and a large fry.” Joe was learning so much about you today.

 “Right, well I’m make sure not to go on a McDick’s run for you when your stoned then.” Nick was finished and wrapped your arm up. You stretched and let out a squeal, then yawned. Another thing to add to the list of cute things you do, he thought. You gave him your card, and he fought with you about how it was just McDonalds. “Well maybe Nick want’s something?”

 “I could go for a happy meal, mostly for the toy, my daughter loves those!”

 “See Nick’s kid wants a cute toy, take the plastic square!” You waved it in front of his face, he was un-amused. “Do it for the kid Joe, unless you hate kids!”

 “Definitely don’t hate kids, kids are great.” He zipped up his jacket, and left. Nick already had a cigarette between his lips and was gearing up to go out to have a smoke. It’s been months since you had one and just looking at it you already knew you were gonna ask to bum one off of him.

 “Nick can I trouble you for one of those bad boys?” he nodded and handed you one.

 “Didn’t think you would be the type, but yea kid here ya go.” You got your jacket on and headed outside with him, you sat on the bench that was right outside of the shops window, and sat down with him, he lit it for you and you guys got to talking about each-others dads and laughing about funny times you’ve had with them. Joe was walking back towards you and he crinkled his nose when he saw you take a drag. Not cute when you smoked, but it was somehow hot when you did. He was annoyed with himself for thinking that you looked hot when you did that and he finally approached you guys. 4 bags in one hand.

 “Alright so we got not one but two happy meals, because kids are great,” he glared at you “four McChikens, 3 large fries and a big mac.” He was staring at your lips as they curved around the cig and then blew out the smoke.

 “Thanks Joe!”

 “Thanks man! I can’t wait to see what toys these things have.” Nick put out his cig and you did to and you guys all chowed down before going back inside again. The shading seemed to go by faster and before you knew it, it was done. You got up to look at it in the mirror, you could cry, it was so pretty. You just nodded your head and hugged Nick. He blushed when you did so, catching him off guard with such a personal gesture. He took a few pictures and Joe took some for you on your phone.

 “Alright 150$.”

 “You said 200 before?”

 “Yes but your cool and sat so nicely for me, also your friend here got me some food. So 150$.”

You pulled out your card and paid and then slid him a 20$. He thanked you and you and Joe said goodbye to him and Rider.

 “So what now? It’s almost 4…”

 “I don’t know about you but I really could for a good nap.” You shoved your hands in your jacket pockets.

 “I’m always ready for a nap.” Joe smiled at you. You convinced him again to walk since you had enough of the subway. “If were gonna walk can we nap at my place, it’s closer and my legs hurt from walking yesterday.” You nodded and 20 minutes later you were in his kitchen cracking open a beer, annoyed that he was still deciding what to watch.

 “Joe! You’ve been searching for something for ages, just pick something, I’m really not picky, I’ll watch anything.” He ignored you and he kept searching. “Family guy?” he nodded. “Finally!” You yelled from the kitchen. He was laying on the couch. And you couldn’t help it, you snuggled up next to him, he didn’t mind at all. “This is fine right? Because I wanted to lay down first but your long ass legs took my spot first…” he rolled his eyes at you.

 “When you fall asleep don’t drool, this is a new sweater.” You rolled your eyes this time. Family guy was playing in the background and you closed your eyes. Between Joe’s laughing and the rising and falling of his chest you passed out quick. When you woke up Joe was wrapped around you, one of his arms draped over your waist, the other wrapped around your shoulder, your head resting on his bicep. He smelled delicious, his sweater heating you up, his bicep soft and comforting on the side of your face. You could stay like this forever, you shut your eyes again and tried to fall back asleep.

 When Joe awoke he realized he completely attached himself to you, but you looked so warm and cozy to him, one of your arms was underneath the pillow his head rested under and the other over his chest clutching at his sweater, he stretched his free arm and watched as you shivered so he grabbed the blanket that was draped over the side of his couch, he gingerly moved a piece of hair away from your face and watched you snuggled back into his arm, he could feel your soft breaths tickle it. He wrapped his arm back around your waist and fell back asleep.

 You awoke to the smell of coffee and something greasy. You had the blanket still wrapped around you and it smelled like Joe, you smiled and got up to stretch. “So did I drool on you?” Joe jumped a little as you entered his kitchen.

 “Nope! Much appreciated.” Joe was in sweatpants and a hoodie, which reminded you of the sweatpants you bought the other day.

 “MY SWEATPANTS!” You ran to the bathroom and put them on, along with washing your tattoo and finding some lotion on the top shelf of his medicine cabinet. You walked out and smiled while hopping up onto his counter. “I feel so much better, sleeping in those jeans was the worst! Also falling asleep in a bra is disgustingly annoying as well.”

 “Is that what was digging into my rib cage all night?”

 “You think it was digging into your rib cage all night! I have marks from the underwire!”

 “Well I’m making pancakes, so hopefully that’ll cheer you up.”

 “I fucking love pancakes! My dad always used to put m&m’s in them for me!” You smiled at him.

 “Sadly I don’t have any, but I’ll make a mental note for next time.” After breakfast you continued to watch some more family guy, before you started to get ready to leave.

 “Alright I guess I should head out, I’m already pre stressing for finals next week, make sure to txt me every once and a while to make sure I’m alive.” He chuckled.

 “I don’t miss college, but I will try to remember to shoot you a ‘are you still breathing’ txt.”

 “You’re the best! Alright wish me luck I’m gonna take the subway.”

 “Wow, all on your own! They grow up so fast!” He wiped away a fake tear.

 “Shut up!” You gave him a quick hug and you were on your way home. Subway wasn’t too bad, although you missed your stop twice, so it took you an extra 30 minutes to get home.

 Charlie: Finally home, I missed my stop twice! But I did it! Also I’ve finally taken off my bra and my boobs feel ten times happier!

Joey: So proud, glad your boobs aren’t angry anymore.

 You chuckled and took a long shower, right when you got out someone was knocking on your door. It was either Dean or your neighbor asking for something. Dean lived on the third floor and always came knocking for something. And your instincts were right, an out of breath Dean in half drag was standing there, hands on his knees.

 “I need to borrow some hair spray and hair gel to lay these edges, help!” You pulled him by the arm and sat him down on your toilet as you helped him style his edges.

 “Where have you been! I’ve been txting you for like 2 days and nothing!” He was using your mascara and a few other of your scarce beauty supplies.

 “Oh I was with Joe! He took me on a tour of the city on Friday and then yesterday we went to get a tattoo, I just got home a few hours actually.” Dean smirked at you. “What!”

 “You like him! You were with him for two days straight? Don’t answer me, or anybody in the group chat. You totally like him!”

 “I do not! He’s just a new friend and he helps me navigate the city, still a newby remember!”

 “Have you slept with him?”

 “What! No! Don’t get any craze ideas either, nothing is going on between us.” He was still giving you that same look. “Stop it! Finish up or you’ll be late!”

 “Charlie if you haven’t noticed, you have an effect on guys. You bat those long eye lashes of yours or give that cute cheesin smile and they are hooked.” You looked at him baffled.

 “I don’t know what youre talking about.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

 “Your fucking gorgeous and you don’t realize it, it’s a tragedy.” He was shaking his head and gave you a kiss on the cheek before he put your makeup bag away and started off for the front door. “Joe is gonna fall in love with you I can already tell…” he pulled you in for a hug. “Don’t forget to txt me tomorrow around 3 so we can take that online practice quiz together!” You nodded as he started to gingerly walk down the stairs in his glittery red go-go boots.

 “Please be careful in those shoes! Have fun tonight!”

 “You know it girl! Dinner is on me tomorrow night!” You chuckled and closed and locked your door again. Doing your nightly routine, and finally passing out around 3am, shortly after Dean sent you a ‘I’m alive and home safe’ txt. When you woke up it was 1pm, and you were scrolling through Instagram. You decided to post the picture of your new tattoo, ‘daisies and roses and permanent ink, oh my!’. You finally got out of bed a half hour later and txted Dean to make sure he would be up in time to take the practice quiz in time with you.

 Charlie: Your bitch ass better be up! T-1 hour till practice quiz.

Queen Dean: My bitch ass is up and doing a facial, counting my cash, I’m thinking Chinese food for dinner?

Charlie: I’ve been eating like shit lately so I mine as well keep the trend going!

Queen Dean: That’s my girl! Order it now by the time it get’s here I’ll be over, make sure to get extra egg rolls!

Charlie: Of course!

 Dean came barreling in 20 minutes later, green face mask on and everything.

 “I brought a sheet mask for you, and some undereye treatment, because those under eye circles are DARK! Don’t worry this will help though chica!” You chuckled at him and shuffled over on your couch.

 “I lit some candles, put your fave musical on and I have tissues just in case we cry, I think were set for this practice quiz.”

 “Your like my mom, stop it! But thank you, you know I have that test anxiety, I wish I could take all of my exams with you, you definitely know how to calm down a hysterical gay man.” He kissed your cheek, and set up his computer on your coffee table, your phone buzzed.

 Joey: good luck on your practice exam!

 You smiled and put your phone down. Dean of course picking up on your classic wide eyed smile. “Are you sure you don’t like him just a little bit?” He cocked his head to the side.

 “Dean I’m sure, he’s just wishing me luck on my practice exam, simple gesture, calm down.” Just then someone started to knock on your door. “FOOD!” Dean laughed at your excitement and got up to pay, all singles. “I see you had a goodnight.”

 “I’m convinced it’s because of the new fishnets you bought me, so thank you, now please shove these crab ragoons into your stomach, I can hear it yelling at me from here.” He placed all the food out on your coffee table and you two counted down the minutes till the exam. It took you an hour and a half out of the 2 it gave you. After demolishing all the food you were exhausted. Dean was already asleep in your bed but you were wired, and also too full to function. You decided to txt Joe.

 Charlie: While Dean is passed out after that hour and half torture, I’m over here in a food coma ready to do 5 more exams, any tips to tire me out?

Joey: Tea? A nice run? Sex?

 You snorted when you read that last one.

 Charlie: I do have tea, I’m in no shape to run, and sex? Well, I have no one to really do that with at the moment, sadly.

Joey: Well what about Dean?

Charlie: Dean is very much gay.

Joey: Did not know that. Well what about tinder? Isn’t that what every young person uses these days?

Charlie: Joe you do realize you are also young, right?

Joey: Well yes, but 33 years old’s on tinder is weird, for you though it’ll be easy.

Charlie: Maybe I should call up Bradley from my stats class, I mean I was gonna wait till the paint and sip to try to get some action, but…

Joey: You’re going to fuck a guy named Brad?

Charlie: BRADLEY! Also sex is sex, who cares what the person’s name is, you’re the one who suggested it!

Joey: I mean you’re right.

Charlie: Alright I’m done talking sex with you, I think I’m just gonna stick with tea for now, Bradley can wait till Friday!

 After a week of practice quizzes and a lot of fast food courtesy of Dean, you had come down with a nasty cold, probably due to stress, just in time for actual finals. You had to not only cancel your date but also going out with Joe and his friend.

 Charlie: I have a cold, I just had to cancel on Bradley:(

Joey: Well there goes your opportunity to get laid! Are you cancelling on me and Chase as well?

Charlie: If I didn’t have finals next week, I would push myself to go out, but I can’t. I’m sorry Joe L

Joey: Hey it’s ok, I think I might just cancel on him and reschedule to when you’re feeling better, I saw him last night anyways.

Charlie: I was looking forward to getting properly fuck up with you and him, but yea it’s gonna have to wait till next year.

Joey: Next year?

Charlie: Yea after finals, I’m out of here and I’ll be home for 2 weeks. Which reminds me, I got you a gift!

Joey: Oh did you?

Charlie: Nothing big, just a little something.

Joey: Well now I have to go get you something epic.

Charlie: You really don’t need to, I just saw it and I was like ‘Joe would like this’ so I got it.

Joey: Yea I’m gonna get you something now.

Charlie: I wanna see you before I leave though, maybe a movie night?

Joey: Sounds good to me, when were you thinking?

Charlie: Well I’m taking all my finals on Tuesday and Wednesday, so Thursday?

Joey: Sounds good, I’ll see you then.

Charlie: Remember to check up on me to see if I’m still alive, because I’m gonna need all the luck I can get!

Joey: Don’t be so dramatic, but I promise I will.

 You laughed, as you made your way to your kitchen to make some tea. After a long couple of days and a lot of cold medicine by Wednesday your cold was almost gone, just in time for your stats exam, the one you were nervous for the most.

 Charlie: I’m about to take my stats of psych exam, if I don’t txt you by at least 7, I’m dead on the floor.

Joey: lol, you’ll do just fine.

 You chugged some water and took a caffeine pill to keep you alert. 3 hours later you were half asleep on your couch and your phone chimed.

 Joey: It’s 7, are you dead?

Charlie: Nope, but I feel it, I’m actually tired and ready to fall asleep at a normal time, this is odd.

Joey: Go to bed then, I’ll see you tomorrow night. My place or yours?

Charlie: Mine, I don’t want to leave this apartment till I have to drive home Friday night.

Joey: Alright, so I’ll see you tomorrow night around 7. Also why did you drive into the city, it’s going to be a nightmare for you to get out of here with all the tourists!

Charlie: Yea 7 is good, also I didn’t feel like shipping all of my stuff from Mass to here, so I stuffed my car with all of my shit, and I’m an aggressive driver so it’ll be fine. I’m gonna drink some tea and pass the fuck out, see you tomorrow night Joey!

Joey: Ugh. Stop with Joey, goodnight Charlie.

 It was 1 in the afternoon when you awoke, you checked your phone and there were 5 txts from Dean.

 Queen Dean: Charlie, I need to borrow those sequined tights you have.

Queen Dean: Is your bitch ass still asleep?

Queen Dean: It’s noon, you never sleep this late, have exams really killed you?

Queen Dean: I miss you!

Queen Dean: Come out with me and the gang tonight!

 You smiled, and finally opened your eyes enough to txt him back.

 Charlie: Me and Joe are doing a movie night, so I can’t, when I get back though I promise I’ll go out with everyone.

Queen Dean: Ughhhhhhhh, I’m coming down for those tights, so put clothes on.

 You groaned and wrapped your robe around you, you unlocked the door for him and made your way to the kitchen to start making some food. Dean came in a few minutes later with a plate of pancakes and bacon. You moaned when he sat them down in front of you.

 “Ed just woke up too, so he made a plate for you. Where’s those tights!” You shoved some food in your mouth and got up to go to your dresser pulling them out for him.

 “Please don’t rip them, I haven’t worn them yet!” Dean was about the same build as you, just much taller. So he borrowed a lot of your basic essential wardrobe.

 “I promise! Enjoy that food, I gotta do a dry run of my outfit for tonight. Speaking of tonight, you and Joe?” He wiggled his eye brows.

 “Me and Joe hang out all the time just us two. Although last time I did fall asleep on him…” You thought back to his arms wrapped around you and you started to blush.

 “Oh my god! You did not tell me about this, how was that? He does have some nice arms.”

 “Well I told you about how he took me to that tattoo shop, after that we went back to his and watched some family guy and I fell asleep on top of him and when I woke up I was gonna skip out but his arms were around me so I stayed. And your right his arms are quite nice…”

 “Oh my god you do like him!”

 “Nope, but he’s nice looking I’m not gonna deny that.”

 “Would you sleep with him?”

 “Jesus Dean!”

 “I bet you he’s lar…”

 “I really don’t want to think about Joe’s dick! He’s my friend, just like you’re my friend, nothing more!”

 “Well that’s too bad you would look cute next to him, sure he’s a little bit older but you two would be cute together!”

 “I’m not really looking to be in a relationship with anybody for a while, last one really fucked me up.”

 “Well don’t date him then, just fuck and be friends.” Dean shrugged.

 “Not really into casual sex these days.”

 “Ugh! Your lame sometimes, I’m gonna leave you to eat your food, have fun with Joe, tell him I said hi!” He left with your tights and you devoured the pancakes. You ended up falling asleep again, and woke up around 6:30. You checked your phone, and you had a txt from Joe.

 Joey: Heading over now, I picked up some snacks.

 Shit! You hopped in the shower and just as you were getting out you heard a knock on your door. You quickly wrapped a towel around your head and secured your robe around your body. You opened the door and Joe looked so cozy in his sweatpants and Yankees hoodie.

 “Sorry I fell asleep again, but I’m up!” You moved aside so he could come in. Joe tried his hardest not to eye you up and down, since your robe was way too short. “Make yourself at home, I’m gonna put some clothes on.” You closed the door behind him and made your way back to your bathroom. You got on your usual attire and tied up your hair in a bun.

 “I got skittles, pop-corn, chocolate covered almonds, and m&m’s!” Joe yelled from your living room. You smiled as you rubbed your moisturizer into your face. You came out and plopped onto your couch next to him.

 “You know I’ve gained a whole 7 pounds since I started to hang out with you.” You said as you grabbed the bag of m&m’s.

 “Hey I just like good food, you’re the one who always eats whatever I get.” He stuck his hand in the bag and devoured whole hand full of m&m’s.

 “So I’m thinking Wizard of Oz, it’s my favorite, but I will cry when Dorothy says goodbye to everyone in Oz, so fair warning on that.” You grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and through it over you and Joe.

 “I mean that is a very sad part, I’ll probably cry as well.” You turned the t.v on and started the movie up, you couldn’t help but sing along with Judy Garland as she sang somewhere over the rainbow. Jo stared at you in disbelief, he didn’t know you could sing. Another thing to add to the list of cute things he thought. “Oh wow.” He was looking at you.

 “What, I can’t not sing along.” You shrugged.

 “Yea but you can sing, like good! Is there anything you can’t do?”

 “Run, I cannot run to save my life.” You laughed.

 “Ha! I can run, so I have one thing over you, that and my height!” He had a smug look on his face.

 “Well congrats on being a giraffe.” You rolled your eyes and grabbed the bag of kettle corn, and through some pieces of it at his head. “Don’t you dare throw any at my hair, it’ll get lost!”

 “So you can throw food at me but I can’t throw food at you? That seems very unfair.”

 “Life’s unfair!” You shoved some of it in your mouth and then snuggled up next to him. He welcomed you with open arms. As the movie went on and it got to when Dorothy was saying goodbye to everyone in Oz, you tried your hardest not to cry, but the tears poured out. You looked up at Joe to see if he was crying as well, he wasn’t but he did look super sad, he caught you staring and you smiled at him as tears ran down your face.

 “Jesus Charlie you weren’t kidding.” His free hand reached for the side of your face and wiped them away, his hand lingered just a little bit too long and you began to blush at the contact, it was sweet and you almost melted into his touch. When his hand moved away you turned to look at the tv again. “Any other movies that make you cry?”

“Marley and Me, Pride and Prejudice, Titanic, The Persuit of Happyness, My Girl, Awkenings, The Green Mile, ummmmm oh and Finding Neverland!” You looked up at him, eyes still glossy.

 “Right well, let’s not ever watch any of those! Although those are all great movies, don’t feel like seeing you cry anymore.” You got up from leaning into his side and reached for the remote.

 “Here, you pick something.” You handed him the remote then assumed your position next to him.

 “Your like a cat, you know that?” He motioned to the way you were curled up next to him.

 “You should see me when I go home to my dog, he get’s annoyed so fast when I make him sleep in my bed and I’m all up in his personal bubble.”

 “What kind of dog?”

 “Jacks a Chocolate lab, he’s 4, and he is the absolute love of my life, I’m so excited to go home to see him.” Joe looked down at you and you had that wide smile on your face, the one you make when you talk about something that makes your extremely happy.

 “Who takes care of him when your gone?”

 “My Aunt Sherry, she lives a town over, which means when I pick him up he’s going to be even more excited to see me because I’m taking him on a car ride, and those are his favorite!” Joe was in awe of how happy you were right now, and his heart was racing just imagining how cute you would look sleeping in bed with your dog next to you. “If I remember I’ll facetime you when I get home Friday night so you can see how fucking crazy he get’s when he’s in my car.” Joe nodded at you and finally decided on Dunkirk. “Oh this is the one with Harry Styles in it! He’s so pretty, I’m pumped now.”

 “Harry Styles?”

 “Yea he was in one direction? You know that song what makes you beautiful?” He looked down at you with his eye brows furrowed. “Ugh I keep forgetting your older than me, hold please.” You reached for your phone and looked up all the members for him. “This ringing a bell?”

 “They’re all English right?”

 “Yup! And Harry was always my favorite, so I am pumped! Even though it’s a sad movie I’m ready to see this man’s perfect face.” A few minutes in and their he was. “Ahhhhhh look at him, that’s my man!”

 “So your into older English men?”

“Well fist of all, I’m the same age as him and second of all I don’t have a type. But you’re going to look at me in the eyes and tell me he’s not an attractive person?” He looked at the screen again and paused it.

 “I mean he’s not ugly.” He shrugged.

 “You should here him sing, he’s a fucking angel!” Joe pushed play and the movie continued. You ended up falling asleep an hour in, per usual. Joe nudged you and you buried your face further into his side.

 “Well hello, you were so excited to see Harry that you fell asleep and missed the ending.”

 “He didn’t die did he?” You yawned and slowly sat up straight.

 “No, you missed so many good parts though, promise me you’ll re-watch it when you get home.”

 “Promise.” You yawned again and stretched your arms up, Joe got up and headed for your door, he started to tie his shoes, you gathered all the leftover snacks for him.

 “No keep them, eat them on your way home tomorrow, think of it as a filler Christmas gift, because I’m still figuring out what to get you.” You wrapped your arms around him going on your tippy toes, he wrapped his arms loosely around your waist and buried his face into your neck. You pulled away slightly, your arms loosening their grip, however his arms were pulling you closer. You could hear your heart pounding through your ears, he glanced at your lips and you found yourself moving closer to his. His breath fanned onto your lips and you closed your eyes, you’d suddenly forgotten how to breathe.

 “Charlie!” your eyes snapped open and both you and Joe jumped away from each other. You leaned your head out of your doorway to see a drunk Dean staggering towards you. “Shit was I interrupting something?”

 “No!” You and Joe stated at the same time. “Um no, were just saying goodbye.” You smiled shyly at Joe. Dean was clearly drunk.

 “Hey Dean! Fun night?” Joe was blushing and thank god Dean was too drunk to pick up on anything.

 “Yea! You guys should have been their!” Dean smiled at Joe and you.

 “Well next time I’ll gladly go out with you guys. Promise…I’m gonna head out, you guys enjoy your winter break! Bye Charlie.” He gave you both a small wave and you watched him head down the stairs. You let out a sigh, and turned your attention to Dean, you helped him to his apartment and then went to bed thinking about Joe.

#joe mazzelo x reader #imagine #fluff #swearing #fanfic

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Chapter Eleven

Meanwhile Jack had gotten himself back to King Balor, who of course was almost as mad as the alpha brother Hardy was. Jack just chuckled. 

“Oh calm down oh great one, there's a wonderful reason we didn’t take your path. Young Jessica heard a whimpering crying woman in an alleyway, one that I’m sure you didn’t place there. She took off like a bat out of hell towards the sounds, and came across a battered and beaten woman. She kept a look for me but I remained hidden interested in what the little gem would do.” A huge smile broke out on Jack’s face as he continued to tell Balor what he witnessed. “Our little gem isn’t just a werewolf, oh no, she’s a witch, more specifically a healer. It would seem. The healing spell she used was a Dutch one at that, I’d bet good money the Black family taught her it.” 

Balor had kept an eye on Jessica for a long time, years now, he knew she was something different, but a rare hybrid, one that hasn’t been seen in thousands of years more so one of which there was only two of ever before her. This was unreal and quickly realized he’d be another one added to the list to protect her. 

“I’ll be starting school with you on Monday. Start calling me Finn.” Balor had to get closer to the girl to see, to know for himself, and attending a school for the “gift” was just what he’d be doing.

New rules were put in place for Jessica the next morning, she was allowed to date, BUT only after both brothers meet, talked with, and approved of said boys. Jessica simply nodded, she knew things would get harder but in all fairness the rule wasn’t that bad, what was bad was the fact that as punishment she couldn’t actually go running tonight after her shift. The rest of the year past in blurr after that. Jack kinda just disappeared without rhyme or reason, and a new Irish classmate began school. Finn was his name and to Jessica he smelled almost of burning leaves and leather. She did her best to avoid him but he seemed to be everywhere, and sooner or later she gave up and allowed him to become friends with her.

Senior year arrived, Jessica was still in her typical garb, expect every now and then she’d wear skinny jeans or even a skirt. This year her hair was done raven black with red framing her face. Jeff kept going to school and training at the wrestling school alongside Matt, while doing weekend show cases. Jessica kept her training up at home, and every once and awhile her brothers would watch her. They’d be lying to say she didn’t have what it took to be in ring, but that wasn’t where they wanted her, and this year she was applying for colleges, starting in October in hopes of early acceptance, which really with a 4.0 GPA and all the extracurricular stuff she did after school, plus being in College and Advanced classes, it was no doubt in the brothers mind she could get anywhere she wanted. One night after dinner Jeff took the plunge and asked his little sister.

“So little one, what are your plans once we graduate? Anything fancy you want to do?” He deeply hoped it wouldn't be wrestling. Every weekend she had to heal their muscles, joints and tendons, they were lucky they hadn’t received anything worse in the injury department.  Jess looked Jeff right in the eyes and spoke with as much confidence as she could muster.

“ Well I would either like to go to wrestling school finally, or maybe college to become a sports journalist. I know whatever I do, and become, I want to try and stay close to you two at the end of it all.” Jess smiled and eyes sparkled. 

“I think a career in sports journalism would be best for you. You’ve seen how hurt we get just doing weekend shows.” Matt chimed in hoping to reason with his sister. It wasn’t that she couldn’t do it, it was far from that it was that they really didn’t want her hurt. Sighing Jessica spoke.

“Ya know, you're not the only two who want me to go into sports journalism instead of wrestling. Finn said the same thing.”  It was true, even though Jeff had dropped out before their senior year to pursue wrestling with Matt on a full time basis, this left Jess with no one really at school except for Finn. Whom needless to say the boys already knew was a demon and they weren’t exactly happy having a demon around their sister all the time. However Finn seemed to prove to be a good influence, loyal friend, and protective to a fault of Jessica.It would also seem he had the same ideas about Jess not becoming a wrestler just like them. Yeah the boys slowly accepted Finn into their wrestling group, they were still just as garuded as Jessica was about letting someone close after the huge fall out with Aleister and the way it left them horribly broken. 

“Well little one, maybe the three of us are right? I mean come on you definitely know we would never tell you something that wasn’t true, and Finn I mean you two seem pretty close. How’d that happen anyways?” Jeff was genuinely curious after all she didn’t even let the two girls from her freshman year as close as she allowed Finn to get and honestly that worried Jeff. He didn’t want to see his sister hurt like that again, he knew Finn was already getting ready to pursue wrestling after graduation just like he and Matt had already done. Jessica cocked her head to the side and thought about it.

“Well he just showed up at school after that date I had with Jack, and he just kinda kept showing up wherever I was, whether it was my classes, lunch period, or extracurriculars, oh by the way I’m doing the dance and gymnastics again this year. Anyways he always tried talking to me, and one day I just gave in. Ever since we’ve kinda become friends, but I still won’t let him too close. You know why I won’t either.” Jessica huffed at the end of her sentence, and  both brothers just nodded. “However Finn is suppose to be here soon, we have a test to study for and he wanted me to watch his new in ring moves.” Once again the boys nodded, they’d have to admit the demon was good in ring, and though Jessica didn’t use her healing spells on him, she did use tonics and potions that she claim she got from a healers shop for using on the boys for when they were hurt. She really couldn’t stand seeing people hurt. 

‘He’s coming here today? You know that we are leaving in a few hours for shows for the week. Just be careful and don’t do something stupid, like show your magic or having sex” Jeff huffed and Jessica and Matt both srunched up their faces. Honestly Jessica found Finn cute but he was becoming more brother material then lover, which in its own ways scared her, because no matter how much she tried she would find herself at times thinking of Aleister and their once bond that was now gone. It hurt and she wasn’t sure she should ever let someone that close, and if she couldn’t let a friend that close how on Earth was she going to let someone close enough to sleep with them. Yeah she was a 16 year old senior who had a bright future and shockingly enough was still as pure as the day she was born, it also didn’t help any that her damn wolf still would remind her of the boy she met when she was four and tell her that she had to find him. Sometimes she really hated her inner wolf. 

“Jeff that’s so gross! I’m still pure unlike you two, and if I can’t even let someone close enough to be a friend, what makes you think I could let someone close enough to sleep with them? Come on, you might be the Alpha since dad up and disappeared but you really should know me better than that.” Jess just shook her head how could her brother be so stupid. “Besides Finn has some demon girlfriend not sure who she is since she isn’t in our school but he seems rather happy. At least he seems happy till he needs advice, which is weird cause I mean how am I supposed to know anything about dating.” Jessica shrugged and went to clean up the breakfast plates. “Hey! Do you think it would be possible to major in sports journalism and minor in like I don’t culinary? I mean if I could find a school that offered both.” Truth was she had found one and since she was going to be alone, No Matt, Finn, or Jeff, she wanted to keep herself as busy as possible when she went off to college, not to mention she really did love cooking. Matt looked at his sister, grabbed her wrist and took her outside. Matt had been worried about the youngest for awhile now, ever since Jeff dropped out at the start of the school year and with her 16th birthday just weeks away, he needed to make sure she was okay.

“Jessie, how have you been? Honestly don’t give me the ‘everything and me are fine’ you just asked about taking a major and minor in college, you’re about to be 16, graduating high school and moving on to bigger things. I know we aren’t around and we won’t be for your birthday-” He was abruptly cut off by his sister’s growl.

“You both won’t be here for my birthday, let me guess, another show right? You know what! NO I’m not okay! I’m always alone unless Finn comes over, I have no one anymore, I miss my former best friend Aleister and his mother Gwendolyn every day. I miss my mother, there are holes in my life that can never be filled by just adding new people, and now, now you and Jeff are hardly around. You know what FUCK YOU BOTH why don’t you both just take off just like dad did!” Jessica broke down crying, nothing was ever good enough she’d always be alone, maybe that was why there were no other hybrids like her, maybe they always got left behind and left alone. Matt wrapped his arms around his baby sister, he never had any idea just how lonely she felt in this world, how their absent made her feel. They just wanted to make sure she had what she needed, but in the end what he was just now made to see was she needed them more than anything else in this world. 

#FMITN #Hardy Boyz #jeff hardy #matt hardy #balor #magical #wwe superstars #supernatural au #my writing #original character #strong language

[the-paranormal-and-beanies]

Some background info about this Ask Blog

So this Au includes mpreg and time travel just as a warning.

Larry kills himself a 3 weeks before the massacre (because time convince ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) a few days after Larry’s death, Sal finds he cant stand being at the apartments and moves the next city over. This takes a week in which he just packs a very little amount. Moving into another apartment complex , Sal finds himself with child and battling on wether or not to keep said child. A few weeks go by and the massacre does happens but instead it is Todd who kills everyone. He’s ruled criminally insane and is put into a mental hospital. Sal gets an insurance settlement from the death of his father and has Diane (I will be referring to her as D throughout this blog.) After having D, he moves back with the money from the insurance settlement and rooms with Ashley until he can get back on his own feet.

As D is growing up, Ash tells D stories of ghost hunting with Sal and Larry, how it was exciting and suspenseful. D starts getting into ghosts and paranormal things. She starts collecting pocket change to buy dowsing rods and a ouija board as her first ghost hunting set. Sal doesn’t too much love the thought of D getting into ghost hunting due to the pain it’s caused him, but he’s willing to support his daughter in anything she does. Ash has the idea to take D to the apartments to try out her dowsing rods for the first time. Sal’s against it but Ash takes D to the apartments secretly. D goes up into the tree house and is a bit spooked by it at first. She “feels” something in the treehouse but can’t see anything. So every now and then she would go visit the tree house. Often time’s she lies to Sal about spending the night at a friends house and spends the night in the tree house trying to get Larry to show himself.

After years of constantly failing, Ash decides to get D an EMF reader for her 16th birthday. Elated, D wants to try it out in the tree house. Ash offers to take her to the treehouse and that’s when the accident happens. Ash dies in the motorcycle accident but it only left D with some scratches and bruising. After the funeral, D goes to the treehouse and begs someone, anyone to just show themselves. She just wants to believe in anything. She just wishes that Larry could come back in some way. So this is gonna be a little far fetched but hear me out. If there’s demons there’s gotta be angels. So hearing D’s wish, an angel grants her wish... Kinda.

Larry tries to commit suicide and passes out. He is then brought to D’s present. D decides to go up the tree house one last time and see if she can get anything with the EMF. Once in the tree house, she sees a guy passed out on the floor of the tree house. She nudges him with her foot, telling him he’s gotta go. Once he stirs and looks at D, she then realizes who he is and starts to freak out. After calming down, D explains to Larry that this is the future and what has happened to everyone. She then thinks about it and thinks he can change her present, his future. If she can figure out how to send him back, he can change how the present for the better. And that basically that’s the idea. Now that that’s done here’s come facts that don’t really fit anywhere in this story.

- D has Eidetic Memory. She holds anything she reads or hears for years on end.

- D absolutely loves DnD. She wants to DM a game but has no friends to do so with.

- While in the tree house for the first time, She finds Sals old cellphone. It takes her years to find a battery for it but when she does, she listens to voicemails from Larry to have some kinda connection to him.

- Sal only has a pony tail due to D always losing hers. He gave her one of his hair ties and has just kept it that way.

- Larry is a ghost in this Au, but he chooses not to interact with D due to feeling like he failed her and Sal.

- D is constantly bullied in school for anything under the sun. Due to her constant interest in the paranormal, she wants to share it all the time. Till show and tell one day, causing her to completely be on the defensive about anything that interest her being terrified of being laughed at from that point on.

- D’s taste in music is very different. Heavy metal give her a bit of a head ache but she’ll listen to it with Sal to make him happy. If she had to pick something to listen to it’d be the Lumineers and Ghibli soundtracks.

- Though big into paranormal, D doesn’t enjoy paranormal movies. She feels they’re way too overrated

- She’s tried to get in contact with Neil and Todd only once before.

- Sal keeps old shirts of Larry’s in a wooden box along with Jim’s Journal, the old gear boy, and other pieces of his history.

#sally face au #mpreg #ask blog #Ocs

[dimension20fanfiction]

Fantasy College

Written by AO3 Author outofthedormroom

Summary:

I love Dimension 20 so much. I wasn't done with the characters and wanted to write some fic. So this is the bad kids headed to college.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17365514/chapters/40862489

Chapter 1: Is it lunch time yet?

Chapter Text

Adaine clicked the locks on her suitcase into place. She looked around the small apartment she’d called home for the past two years. Since moving out of Jawbones’ place after her 16th birthday she’d made the apartment above the deli her home. Adaine was excited to go to Aguefort University of Violence; the university was only a year old. At the start of her senior year Professor Aguefort announced that since he had died, came back to life, and took back control of the Adventuring Academy he was bored and wanted to be a dean of a fancy university. Since none would take him he started his own university. Only 6 people died during the first school year so it felt like a safe choice. As Adaine finished taking her last look around Zadye floated into the room.

“God dammit Zadye, just because it is my last day here doesn’t mean you can break the not announce yourself rule.” Adaine said annoyed.

“Now that you’re leaving I need to prep this place for one hell of a haunting.” Zadye said very pleased. “What is scarier this…” The room became icey cold and sets of eyes seemed to fill every shadow “or this?” Blood starts to drip down the wall and the smell of death takes over the room.

“Still not over being kicked out of the theatre department?”

“It was a bullshit call from Ms. Jones!” Zadye took a pause. “Hey Adaine, this shithole will be my main haunt but would it be cool with you if I haunted your dorm room from time to time?”

“If you can follow the announcing yourself rule then yes. If my roommate is terrible then you only need to follow that rule if I’m home.” Adaine offered. She was going to miss Zadye not his mellow drama goth kid stuff but the person, while ghost, under that front.

“I will scare that bitch to death if she doesn’t meet your cleaning standards.” and puff Zadye was vanished.

“Zayde, just because you don’t want to confront your feelings doesn’t mean you leave the conversation.” Adaine yelled and a bloody middle finger appeared on the door. She rolled her eyes and left the first place that ever felt like her home.

As she closed the door a text came in from Fig.

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“Fig, you haven’t packed anything! We have to move you in tomorrow!” Sandra Lynn yelled from stairs to the attic.

“Ugh Mom get off my case!” Fig yelled continuing to play her bass behind a closed door.

“Now Fig, I know I’m not your parent and it’s not my place to tell you how to live your life but it is my job to help get you college ready. And as a guidance counselor I can tell you, you have to pack your stuff before moving into your dorm room.” Jawbone offered. Fig could tell that he was standing by her mom.

“I have until 8am. I’m working on a sick song called I’m in College for a Great Time.” Little did her mom know that she wasn’t technically in college. Arthur was just letting her move into a dorm in exchange for her playing at the on campus coffee shop.

“I’m calling your father!” Fig hit a cord.

“Which one?” Sandra-Lynn didn’t answer but Fig could hear her calling someone. The crystal ran when a voicemail picked up. It was muffled but Fig’s keen ears could make it out.

“Hello you have reached Principal Gilear Faeth, I can’t come to the phone right now but….Ragh stop it! I’m not the lunch lad anymore, no need for the BBQ sauce. BEEP” Gilear had had that voicemail for nearly a year and he couldn’t figure out how to change it.

“One down, one to go! Either way, I’m not starting for a while.” Fig called out. She knew she pushed her mom too far when one of her arrows hit the door lock breaking it. Her mom pushed the door open with Jawbone behind her.

“Fig, it is 6pm the day before you start at AUV. Get it together. You don’t want to forget anything. You need to get started, I don’t know what you need.” Sandra Lynn looked ready to start a mom rant.

“Ugh, I have a plan!” Fig put her bass down and picked up her crystal. She send Adaine a text asking her to cast unseen servant to pack her bags. “I just texted Adaine to help!” A moment later Fig’s items start sort, fold, and pack themselves.

“Well you’re not always going to have a wizard around to help.” Sandra Lynn said, rolling her eyes. After they left, Jawbone and Sandra Lynn shared a laugh.

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“I am Fabian Seacaster, Son of Hallariel Seacaster, and I am here to get my room assignment.” Fabian declared at what looked to be the weakling incharge of check in.

“Does Seacaster start with a C or an S?” The man asked. Fabian narrowed his eyes.

“Are you mocking me?” He flipped over the table and lifted the man in the air. “I can tell you right now you do not want too…” The man vanished from his hands. “Where the hell?”

“I found it by your first name, you’re the only Fabian of your class. You are living in The Hall of Our Fathers’ floor 2. And lucky you; a single!” The man had blinked a few feet away.

“Fabian, try not to kill the RAs.” Hallariel said coming up from behind. “Now my baby needs your finest suite.”

“Well, we have dorms not suite. Fabian has been asided our average-ist single.” The RA said. “I am Swaine Smyth and I will be you RA. Now I’m not going to write you up for grabbing me cause I’m cool like that but consider this an informal warning.”

“While Swaine consider yourself warn!” Fabian whipped around, paused for a moment and turned back. “Now how do I get to my dorm?” Swaine gave him direction. Fabian and his mother headed off for the dorms followed by pirates carrying all of his things.

Once they reached room D20 they were surprised to see Gilear. Hallariel greet him with a kiss. Fabian considered killing for the millionth time.

“Fig’s fake father what are you doing here?” Fabian said as he opened the door.

“Oh...well Fig and Gorthalax are running late. I think they went to hell to get some decoration for her dorm. I thought I’d said hello to you, your mother, and our future child.” Gilear said touching his mother’s stomach.

“I cannot believe you will be the father to my future awesome brother. He will have so much to overcome being half you.”

“Hurtful...well I will go see if I can find Fig. I believe she is in room D6.” Gilear left. As he turn Fabian noticed a single bean on the backside of his pants.

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“Thank you so much for helping me move in. My parents are at a church fundraising and won’t be coming till later.” Kristen said to Tracker as she hopped onto her freshly made bed.

“No problem,” Tracker said joining Kristen on the bed “I can’t believe you got a single.”

“Perks of knowing the dean and founding a new region that is extremely popular among young people so I can afford a little upgrade.” Kristen said looking at her pride flag with YES! Printed over it.

“Hey, makes it easier to come and visit.” Tracker said as she snuggled closer. “Plus it makes it nice that you won’t freak out any roommate trying to convert them.”

“YES! Doesn’t want me to convert per say just ask people to care more.” A knock at the door or room D4. “Here come my folks, let’s be extra gay.” Kristen said getting up to greet her parents Mac and Donna as well as her brothers Bricker, Buckey, and Cork.

“Kristen; you missed a great corn cake breakfast. We raised 400 gold pieces for Sole!” Donna said excitedly.

“Mom, we both know that Sole doesn’t need money. He runs the most profitably chain of self tanning places ever. It’s the Fantasy McDonalds of sun tanning. The best thing that ever happened to him was falling from the heavens.”

“Kristen, don’t be like that Sole needs to to make sure Helio’s beer pong x-sports league gets off the ground...I see she is here.” Mac said looking at Tracker.

“Yes Dad, my girlfriend of 3 years is here to help me move in since you were raising money for beer pong sports.” Her brothers had gathered around Tracker.

“Tracker! Do the trick for us!” Cork begged. “Please!” Added Buckey.

“Okay but you guys need to make me mad.” Tracker said. The three boys started make funny faces. In response, Tracker turned her face into that of her wolf form. “Howl, howl, howl” chanted the boys. Tracker started making wolf noises to entertain them.

“I don’t love the boys playing with people like...while you know.” Her dad trailed off carefully watching Tracker.

“Gay people? Like me? I don’t know why I invited you. We can either go and have a nice meal at the family move in lunch or you can leave and keep being a homophobe.”

“Don’t call us that, we love all people but we don’t trust all people” Her mom shot back.

“Homophobes it is; hey guys” Kristen turns to her brothers who were still being entertained by Tracker. “Because mom and dad are bigots you have to leave and stop playing with Tracker.”

“Mom and Dad being bigots ruin everything!” Bickery declared as Kristen family left.

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Riz hung up his PI license on the wall of room D8. It was truly the most beautiful thing he’d ever see.

“Ok Riz, you are unpacked. Sorry I can’t stay long but my case is taking up so much time. Here is a Baston Market gift card in case you get hungry. Gorthalax and Fig are stuck in hellish traffic but they should be here by lunch and he can help you with anything. Is there anything else I can do before I had back to HQ.” Sklonda asked.

“I get it mom. In four years I will have the same problem.” Riz said. “Plus I can text the other bad kids and see if they are free to do things on the green and other such college student fun.”

“I’m so proud of you sweetie and I know your dad would be too.”

“Thanks mom.”

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Gorgug drove the car as his parents cried in the back seat.

“Gorgug, buddy we are so so gd proud of you! It seems like yesterday you died for the first time and now you are starting college. Before you know it Wilma” his dad started crying harder. “Wilma we will be grandparents.”

“Now Gorgug, while we are sad you are leaving the tree we are mainly proud of you for going to college and being an all around great kid.” Wilma said choking back tears.

“I know, you’ve been proudly crying all day. We missed check in.”

“Oh gosh darn it did we keep you from having an important college experience.” Digby added. His parents cried harder. Gorgug stepped on the gas. They were going to get to campus just in time for the move in family lunch.