#knock my shelves in my room over and break things or etc - and it's like OKAY that feels fine in the moment but.. consider the aftermath!

[icewindandboringhorror]

is this actually that uncommon? I don’t even unpack just the DAY I return from somewhere, but it’s literally the first thing I do. I do nothing else until I’m unpacked, I have everything organized back in it’s proper place in the house within an hour of getting home lol.. I thought this was typical??? What’s the cultural norm?

[dwaeki]

beomgyu as ur bf ! (random headcanons)

pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff, comedy

warnings: none other than poorly written fluff, intended lower case and maybe some spelling errors :D

a/n: YET AGAIN I WENT WITH THE FLOW SO SORRY IF IT'S KINDA BAD- keep in mind that english isnt my first language thank you <3

another one of my ults nfakjnglkejngr

you're dating a clown-

honestly, how do u even survive because he's actually so annoying

but he loves you though, i promise <3

an actual brat.

teases you a LOT !!! but never in a mean way.

if you trip over your own feet and fall, he's probably going to laugh at you, offering his hand to help you up but then quickly pulling it back to mess with you!

or if you accidentally drop your phone, spill some water on yourself, etc. he's going to tease you,

"y/n, what are you? a 3 year old?? you can't even walk without tripping, HAH, DUMMY!!!!"

loves to push your buttons to get different reactions out of you :D

he's quite empathetic though, so it's never his intention to hurt your feelings by poking fun at you.

if he notices that his teasing is making you uncomfortable or insecure he will not hesitate to stop,

making you feel loved and appreciated is his number one priority <3

he's determined to make you laugh, because when he hears you giggle... phew he's on cloud 9,

knowing the fact that he's the reason you're grinning from ear to ear is just such an ego boost :(

he will do anything to make you smile and i mean anything...

even if it results in him looking like a fool 😞

you two go grocery shopping together <3

honestly, he sometimes embarrasses you to the point where you regret bringing him with you in the first place 😐

like you've literally just entered the store and he's already whining, asking if you're done yet so you can finally go home and cuddle at once !! :/

it's usually just you doing all the shopping while he follows you around,

he's just there to assist you when you can't reach the high shelves‼️

the store you go to is pretty small and very close to your neighborhood, so you're basically familiar with everyone who visits it.

there's this one sweet lady with a kid around the age of 10, and beomgyu swears that "the child is a devil!!"

he has already made enemies... with a 10 year old-

you had to apologize to his mom multiple times because your 20 year old boyfriend couldn't stop bickering with her son.

he also helps you do your chores !!

he's very playful, hence anything can be fun if beomgyu's around :D even boring things like washing the dishes or cleaning your room (no offense to whoever likes it)

he turns everything into a game, a competition to be more precise...

"whoever finishes washing the dishes last has to buy the winner their favorite snack 😋😋"

even if he wins, he still ends up buying you the food of your choice, not letting you spend a single penny on him!!

he competes with you just to rile you up, making bets such as the one mentioned above to keep you determined, not because he actually wants you to do anything for him.

except giving him your undying love and affection of course :D

he's literally so clingy

you usually visit him at the dorms when he's not busy

the second he hears you knock on the door he's quite literally sprinting towards you

you can hear the members complain that he almost pushed them over

once your boyfriend opens the door, he engulfs you in a tight, bear hug™, picking you up and spinning you around, making sure he crushed every single bone in your body <3

the others just watch you get the air knocked out of your lungs in amusement.

speaking of the members, beomgyu always dreamed of you getting along with his best friends,

but once his dream came true he kinda wished it never did </3

you get along a little too well for his liking :/

how come you just laughed at one of yeonjun's jokes right in front of your toddler boyfriend?!?!??!

unacceptable!!

the entire night he either tries to crack as many jokes as possible to "redeem himself", glaring at an oblivious (and also mildly concerned) yeonjun from time to time

or he starts being poutier and clingier than usual, asking for a kiss every 5 minutes or straight up just dragging you to his bedroom and not letting you go until you cuddle for at least an hour

but in all honesty, he's so relieved that you and the boys are bonding !!

you having a good relationship with his friends is very important to him <3

he's not jealous at all because he knows that you love him and him only :)

he babies you to no end !! (even if you're older than him)

you do something as simple as drink water and he just coos at you

"AWW !!! you look so cute when you drink water like that :("

your number one fan!!!!!

hypes you up and brags about you to everyone <3

if you're wearing a new outfit he will notice right away and just stare at you in awe the second he sees you, won't forget to comment on how gorgeous/handsome you look ;)

also likes it when u compliment him back, it really means a lot <3

please keep feeding his ego he loves it when you notice small details, it makes his heart flutter

you two nap together a lot

if you're not the one for naps you just lay there, next to him, his arms wrapped around your frame tightly as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, sleeping peacefully.

he looks so peaceful and cute when he's not annoying the hell out of you <333

you sometimes snap pictures of his sleeping state and then set it as your wallpaper/lockscreen :D

once gyu found out about your little antics he got extremely cocky

if you ever changed your lock screen to anything but him, he'd get all whiney, begging for you to change it back

also snaps a few pics of you sleeping/just existing peacefully and puts it as his so you two can have "matching wallpapers" <33

he also lends you his jacket if you're ever feeling cold

lives for how cute you look basically buried in his jacket, sighing in content as you're finally warming up a little

if you get tired from walking he's going to give you a piggyback ride <333

laughs and giggles as he lifts you up from the ground, your chest flushed against his back as he carries you to your destination :)

if you did something that upset him and he's scolding you he's just gonna:

"y/n, you're such a dummy!" *holds your hand* "that was very careless of you," *kisses your forehead* "i want you to know that i am very angry at you." *cuddles you aggressively*

while most of your dates are at home,

amusement park dates are very common as well :D

you go on various roller coasters, circular rides, take a few breaks in between and get ice cream or cotton candy

but your favorite ride by far are the bumper cars!

you just race, crash into each other at full speed or get into the same car and absolutely destroy your competition !! (the competition in question are just a bunch of 7 year old kids trying to have fun)

he seranades you :(

learns a bunch of love songs that remind him of you on guitar and sings them to you whenever you're able to hang out <3

he has a playlist full of love songs dedicated to you

offers to give you some free guitar lessons, if you ever want to learn how to play yourself :)

you both also have a collaborative playlist on spotify, along with playlists for each other you update regularly <33

when he's sleepy he's so soft with you :(

he's looking at you with hooded eyes full of love and adoration, you can tell that he's trying his best to stay awake for a little longer, but his eyelids are getting heavier by the second, his voice lower than before

"hey, y/n... you know i love you right? i love you so much that my heart aches whenever i look at you..."

pulls you in closer, if that's even possible, and holds you gently as if you were going to break if he wasn't careful enough,

probably leaves feather kisses all over your collarbone before whispering a one last "i love you" for the night and falls asleep.

yeah... thoughts are being thunk right now y'all-

he really loves you to the moon and back :(

overall your relationship is very chaotic and just.. weird in general.

good luck dealing w/his bs <3

[tenyearsofarthurandeames]

Is there ever a good explanation as to why Cobb’s innocence can’t be explained by the actual evidence???

Okay let’s start off with the fact that surely a hotel like this has cctv in (if not the hallways) the main lobby, reception desk, elevators etc... Therefore, Mal and Dom would be seen arriving at different times. Mal earlier to stage the scene and then Cobb with his flowers. Which in itself does not show much but there it makes the time frame completely implausible. The man arrives looking perfectly happy, with a gift for his wife on their anniversary. Within two minutes of Cobb entering the room, Mal jumps off.

Now this is nowhere enough time for them to have this massive fight that completely destroys the hotel room and for him to forcibly push her out of a window. Also seeing as he was completely content coming into the hotel this extremely abrupt change of mood seems dubious. 

I mean like this is the scene: 

You’re really trying to tell me they got into an argument, it then got heated enough that they threw down chairs, lamps, opened draws, messed up plants, knocked over some shelves and smashed champagne flutes within this time frame?? Absolutely not.

Secondly, witnesses. When Cobb arrives we see a maid pass him just as he is about to enter the room.

Surely the staff would be interviewed and this maid in particular would be able to confirm the time he entered his room, especially in relation with when Mal jumped (assuming they could fix a pretty accurate time from Cobb/other witnesses). Perhaps she may even be able to say she didn’t hear a fight but heard Cobb screaming/pleading with his wife pretty much a minute after he enters the room.

Furthermore, this is a hotel. There are adjoining rooms on either side. Perhaps they could confirm that the sounds of crashing and banging whilst Mal was doing her thing was before Cobb returned to the hotel and was completely unaccompanied by any shouting/arguing (or perhaps just Mal’s voice). They could also presumably hear Cobb shouting to Mal.

Let’s take a quick look at that dialogue. I’m going to try to ignore the first parts where they use a more conversational type tone which may not be very well heard by anyone nearby. But here are some notable things that Cobb says a bit more loudly.

*Slightly louder, sterner tone* Now just step back inside. Come on. Step back inside.

*Shouting* Mal, goddamnit don’t do this!

James and Phillipa are waiting for us! They’re waiting for us!

Mal listen to me, sweetheart!

Look at me! Mal! No! Jesus Christ!

Which sounds a lot more like someone trying to convince someone not to jump rather than someone pushing someone off a ledge. Due to the fact they’re having this conversation across two buildings, shouting into the open air on what seems to be a relatively quiet night, it seems incredibly likely to me that someone, either in the neighbouring rooms or on the street below, would have heard and been able to distinguish some of it or even just the general tone.

Additionally, as we can see off to the left there are lots of what appears to be apartments(?), many with lights on. Perhaps they might have heard/seen something as the couple communicated loud enough to be heard across the gap between the two buildings.

Thus leading me to perhaps the most frustrating point of all; the fact that Mal jumped from another goddamn building. Her fingerprints would be in the room, on the ledge, etc. Also how did she even get into this room? Did she book it under an alias? Did she break in? Did she ask one of her many psychiatrist friends to book it for her? Even if she managed to sneak past cctv and not been seen leaving/entering the building we definitely have that her fingerprints place her there. However, surely there would be footage to go alongside that and forgoing that, witnesses. She’s a strikingly beautiful woman in a dress and heels, I find it hard to believe no one would have noticed her.

Bonus Round:

-No defensive wounds (unless she did harm herself but there’s no visible on her face and arms).

-Dom shows no signs of being in a fight, he looks completely unrumpled in his neat suit. His fingerprints are not all over where they had the supposed fight.

-No fibres from Dom’s clothes under her fingernails, you would presume if someone tried to throw you out a window you would try to grab onto them.

-From how the body is positioned you can tell how it fell (I’m thinking of the many dummies thrown off the building in Dexter). Surely, this would show she 1) jumped from the other ledge and 2) fell out forward in a very certain way which would be conducive with jumping.

-Surely crime scene investigators would be able to confirm it at least plausible that the scene was staged. I personally can’t make any sense of the supposed narrative. How did those three chairs get knocked over??

-WHAT SANE PERSON GETS THEMSELVES DECLARED SANE BY THREE SEPERATE PSYCHIATRISTS??? not suspicious at all, no, nothing to see here.

-If I wanted to set up my husband for my murder, I too would tell my lawyer I fear for my life and he has threated to kill me. At this point this makes it seem comically like a set up.

-Also the fact that Cobb’s statement would be completely backed up by all the evidence.

[jeongyunhoed]

A year after the events of Past-Present-Future, Lee Mirae, Choi San, and Jeong Yunho receive a mysterious envelope containing photos and notes about the deaths of several individuals. The deeper they go into the case, they find that the entertainment industry hides a very dark secret.

Group: ATEEZ Pairing: Yunho/OC Genres: It’s a little bit of: adventure, romance, mystery, crime, fantasy, action. Things to note: It also features mentions of other idols/artists: Junhong (Zelo), Dean, Chanyeol, Enhypen etc.

Superpowers AU if it wasn’t obvious as well.

T/W: Themes of death, violence, demons, cults, blood, use of weapons and/or firearms, use of drugs (both recreational and medical), implied/referenced assault, implied/referenced suicide, cussing

A/N: So, because of the flow of the story so far, things might end in less than 10 chapters. Sorry it took me a while to finish this. I was in a bit of a rut but as of a few weeks ago, I’ve come back from it but I’m still just swamped with work so yeah.

Masterlist

Chapter 6

Mirae opened her eyes, immediately feeling the cold concrete on her cheek as she sat up. Everything had been a blur, and as she looked around, she had no idea where she was. A cold gust of air hit her face, making her realize where she really was. There were small shelves upon shelves full of bags of the same gold powder she stole from the entertainment agency. But in front of her was a door she knew was thick, similar to the doors of vaults in banks. 

She was in the store room. The store room that was full of the drugs Madame Seo supplied to the men who were involved in the deaths of people in the entertainment industry including a police officer. Madame Seo, who commanded an idol group and fashion boutique staff that turned out to be anything but human. Mirae cleared her throat, suddenly feeling a tightness around her neck.

There was a device attached to her neck and she immediately knew it was those collars. The collars developed by the Kang family, the collars that were designed specifically for mutants. A collar she knew very well that produced electric shocks whenever she used her powers. Mirae sighed and reached into her jacket pockets. Her staff was nowhere in sight, likely thrown away by the idol group that took her. The belt Junhong gave her with the truth serum and the disks were also gone. All she had with her was a deck of cards. 

Feeling the exposed parts of her neck, where the boy in blue struck her, the cut had healed. She wondered where Yunho was, where San was, where everyone was and if they could find her. Mirae got up on her feet and approached the door for a sign of where she really was. She shuddered when she felt another cold gust of wind, only realizing that she was in a refrigerated store room. 

She looked up at the corners of the room for a sign of security cameras. There seemed to be none, but she knew she couldn’t be too sure there wasn’t any. She rubbed the fog off the small window and saw two large men playing cards on a nearby table. Mirae looked around the shelves and corners of the room for the cameras, eventually spotting a tiny camera wired into the wall disguised as one of the screws on the reinforced steel. 

Mirae saw the door on the other side open, and she saw a woman wearing a black shawl over her head, but was dressed elegantly. She immediately noticed the faint black leopard print on her skirt and it reminded her of the leopard-themed fashion boutique and what Wooyoung had seen. Behind her was the idol group. They were coming towards the room. 

“Is she awake?” Mirae heard the woman ask. 

“Haven’t heard a peep from the room, she probably isn’t,” A man replied. 

“I haven’t fed in hours,” She heard one of the boys say. “Why don’t we just feed from her?” 

“Hush, my darling Niki, I told you, her blood is not for the taking. She is valuable to us, to what we’re about to accomplish tonight,” The woman replied in a honeyed voice. 

The door of the room suddenly opened, making Mirae back away, the woman and the boys all looking at her with amused expressions. “The soul-taker is awake and kicking,” Mirae could tell the woman was smiling. “I wouldn’t use your powers if I were you.” 

“I’ve worn these before, if you didn’t know, Madame Seo,” She said. 

“Oh I know you have. Yeosang keeps the plans and inventions of his grandchildren, especially the anti-mutant ones,” The woman said. “I’m not here to kill you, but I am here to remind you how painful it would be if you tried to escape.” 

“I won’t be alone, you know, there will be people coming for me,” Mirae replied. 

The woman laughed, and the boys behind her were chuckling. “That’s what you think, and that is what I am expecting. Lee Mirae, the assassin, the martyr, the heroine, which one is it? I can sense how desperate you must be to act like one, but which one it is, remains to be seen,” she said. 

“Neither, I’m not those things,” Mirae replied. 

“No wonder Yeosang has such a fondness for you,” Madame Seo commented, and Mirae could sense a tinge of annoyance in her tone. “He knows what he’s dealing with, you’re exactly his type.” 

“How would you know?” 

Madame Seo smirked as she lifted the shawl over her head and Mirae could see that her eyes were different. It was like a cat’s, a bright yellow, almost glowing. “I know because I know Yeosang, surely you probably knew how...fond he is for you? I can read his mind like an open book.” 

“Yeah? Can you read his mind now?” Mirae glanced at the boys. She hoped Yunho would know where she was. 

The woman turned to the idol group. “Boys, prepare for your television special, zero mistakes from all of you,” She said. 

“Yes, mother,” They turned to leave, noticing a man who was waiting for them. He looked especially uncomfortable. 

Madame Seo turned back to Mirae. “Make yourself comfortable here, you’ll most certainly have to be,” She put the shawl back over her face and walked off, the door closing behind her. 

Mirae watched the woman walk off, trying to look at every detail of what everything outside the room looked like. She could only hope Yunho could hear her. Smoke was suddenly filling the room, making her look up. It was coming from tiny holes where she remembered some cameras were hooked up to. She covered her nose with her jacket, pounding her fists on the door to get out. The closer she looked, Mirae noticed that the smoke appeared to be...glittering. She took out a card and her eyes and fingertips glowed red. 

Mirae felt the surges of electricity course through her body the more she charged the card she was holding, making her stagger and fall over. “Come on, come on,” She muttered, trying to withstand the pain and holding her breath to keep herself from inhaling the fumes. She covered her nose in time for her to throw the card, causing it to explode when it hit the door. It only caused a dark patch. She felt something drop on her hand. It was blood. Her nose began to bleed. 

She took out another card, her eyes glowing again as she charged the card with all the energy she could give. The shocks seem to get even more painful the more she held on until she threw the card again. The card hit the same spot on the door, causing a dent. More blood dripped down to her top. Mirae could feel her energy wane as she took out another card, the fumes getting thicker. 

Mirae groaned in pain as she charged the card again and throwing it as far as she could, aiming for any part of the door. The door had broken down, making the two men stand up. She got back on her feet, feeling her energy return as she charged towards the two men, knocking them down with a few maneuvers. There was blood on the corners of her mouth and dried blood from her nose. She needed to get out, wherever she was. She also had a bone to pick with Yeosang from what she found out. 

She was already several feet away from the bodies of the two men when she felt ropes latch onto her ankles and making her fall forward. More ropes suddenly latched onto her wrists, keeping her down and making her squirm. Mirae squirmed, trying to break free from the ropes that kept her tied down. One of the boys from the idol group, whose name she remembered was Sunghoon, had materialized out of nowhere. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, if mother hadn’t said you were not to be fed from, I would’ve had you all to myself,” He bent down, stroking her hair. 

“Looks like you’re not so lucky,” Mirae spat. 

Sunghoon smiled. “Look who’s talking,” His pointer finger turned into a talon and he struck the exposed skin of her neck with it. Mirae had gone unconscious again. 

~ 

Yunho froze as they were about to look at the van that Junhong was working on. He could hear Mirae until he couldn’t again. He heard her thoughts for some time, figuring out where she was from what she was mentally describing. “They have Mirae, Madame Seo,” He muttered, making all of them turn to him, including Junhong and Ino. 

“Madame Seo has Mirae hostage?” San asked. 

“Kind of, Ino hyung is right. They’re planning on using Mirae, and those boys, that idol group, are with her. But now I can’t hear her anymore, it’s like she went unconscious again,” Yunho explained. 

“That means she’s definitely being held at that building Wooyoung was talking about,” Hongjoong said, Seonghwa opening all the van doors with a wave of his hand, a look of amazement on his face when it worked. “We have to go in.” 

Yunho sprinted towards the driver’s seat while San got in the passenger seat, the rest of them climbing into the back. “There’s no more time, we have to find them,” He said, starting the vehicle when Junhong tossed the keys to him. 

Thunder began to rumble in the skies and clouds were swirling from a distance. Ino’s expression fell. “Go, all of you,” He said. 

“We will,” Yunho nodded at them before driving away, the rest of them hurriedly fastening their seatbelts. “Let’s hope we’re not too late, if we’re late for something,” He stomped on the gas to drive away from the safehouse. 

He drove in the direction of the city proper again, almost frantically turning corners and swerving lanes. “Calm down, will you?” Hongjoong said from the back. “We can’t die before we get to them.” 

“Sorry, I just keep thinking about Mirae, and what they’re planning to do, and what Ino hyung was saying earlier,” Yunho replied, trying to keep himself together. He was trying his hardest not to be so worried. All sorts of scenarios were coming into his head. What if Mirae was being tortured? What if Mirae was being experimented on? What if Yeosang did something to her? What if Madame Seo had her fed to that idol group that took her? 

“So, it looks like the gang’s back together,” Mingi spoke, breaking the momentary silence that set in. He was opening and closing his lighter, while thinking of the exercises that Junhong put him through. His training was similar to that of Chanyeol’s when he started. 

“Looks like it, yeah,” Jongho glanced at him, staring at the nunchaku in his hand. “Didn’t think we’d be aware enough to go through this too.” 

“But we know better now, it’s a chance for us to do better, do something good instead of all the bad things we’ve done over the years,” Seonghwa chimed in, running his fingers along the string of his bow. “It’s a good thing Mirae knocked us out last year, huh.” 

They nodded, looking down at the weapons they were wielding. Yunho kept driving to the direction Junhong told them before they left and the building Wooyoung had described. A building, in the middle of the city. “Mind if we stop by Kang Tower?” He had an idea. 

San stared at him. “You think that’s where Mirae’s being kept?” 

“No, but I do have a bone to pick with Yeosang, and I know he’s up there somewhere,” Yunho grumbled, making a sharp turn that made everyone at the back fall over. “Not sorry about that at all,” He said, sensing what Hongjoong was going to say. 

San gripped the armrest as Yunho made more turns in the direction of the building. “You think he’s going to talk this time?” 

“Mirae is in danger, of course he’ll talk,” Yunho pointed out, remembering what he heard from her thoughts. He pulled the van up across the street from the building. 

“That’s-we’re at Kang Tower?! Is this the place?!” They heard Wooyoung exclaim from the backseat. 

“No, but I’ve got some business with Yeosang, maybe he’ll talk when there are more of us in the room. If we’re lucky, Mirae might be somewhere in this building too,” Yunho called out, turning off the engine. 

The seven of them got down, the people passing by giving them strange looks, especially at Wooyoung and Hongjoong, whose swords were exposed from under and behind their jackets and at Seonghwa, whose bow and quiver full of arrows were also exposed. “You’ll probably have to teleport us inside,” San muttered as they crossed the street. 

“We don’t have to, remember the elevator?” Yunho raised a brow as they went ahead past the front desk. He still remembered the elevator they rode in when they confronted the Kang family a year ago. “It’s not even dark out here either.” 

They squeezed inside the lift, pressing the few buttons that he knew led to his home. The elevator later opened into one part of Yeosang’s apartment and all of them stepped out, Hongjoong already poised to activate the blades from his sleeves. San was already poised to pull the trigger of his harpoon gun as they crept further into the apartment. 

“Yeosang?” San called out the further they crept into the apartment. 

“I realized it’s almost morning,” Jongho muttered as he saw the clock nearby, making them glance at him. 

“Come out, come out, wherever you are, I don’t have all morning,” Yunho called out some more. 

Wooyoung looked at the surroundings. “Maybe this is my time to shine,” He said. “Wait for me, I’ll do the checking-” 

“No, I’ve got a problem with him, I’ll do it,” Yunho stopped him and stepped into the dark corner of the hall and vanished. 

“That’s not going to stop me, we need to find Mirae now,” Wooyoung had transformed into a shadow. He slinked along the walls and on the floor, almost leading the way for the rest of them to check. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk” 

From the living room was the boy in red that San recognized and immediately pulled the trigger of the harpoon on him. The boy was quick to dodge the arrow coming for him. A boy in pink also appeared in the study. “This is a trap,” He stared, pulling the arrow back to fire at the boy in red again. 

“Kind of late to realize that, isn’t it?” The boy in pink giggled, grabbing Wooyoung’s shadow form by the feet but was kicked away. 

Jongho growled as the spikes from his body began to protrude. “I don’t think our powers can do this,” He groaned from the pain. 

“We have to try,” Seonghwa’s eyes had glowed green, as did his fingertips. He tried to concentrate to knock the two boys in colored tracksuits off of Wooyoung and off of Mingi, who was having trouble taking his lighter out. “I-I don’t think I’m strong enough-” 

“I’ll do it!” Hongjoong sped past the boy in pink, only to be stopped and grabbed at the throat by a boy in orange. 

“Not so fast,” The boy in orange smirked, his eyes turning red. Hongjoong could feel sharp nails digging into his neck as the boy’s hand had transformed into a claw. 

A boy in a purple tracksuit had tackled Seonghwa to the ground, while Jongho tried to charge at the boy in green. “Mutants, more mutants, mother will love this,” The boy in purple hissed. 

“Freaks,” Jongho stabbed the boy in green with the spike from his arm, making him growl. Remembering what Junhong had taught them, Jongho used the spike on his leg to stab the boy some more. “Demon freaks,” With a strike of his nunchaku, the boy in green fell to the floor but quickly grabbed onto Jongho’s ankle, growling as he struck the spike. 

“If this is a trap, where the hell did Yunho end up?!” Mingi groaned as he tried flicking the lighter in his hand while struggling under the grip of the boy in pink.

~ 

Yunho had reappeared in Yeosang’s office. No one was around. He had reappeared earlier in his bedroom, but no sign of him. “Shit,” He grumbled, knocking over the glass nameplate in frustration. 

The door opened and in came the male that he was looking for. “Kind of rude to enter without knocking, isn’t it?” Yeosang asked, only to be pinned against the wall, Yunho’s hand on his throat. 

“Where did they take Mirae? Better tell me now or I get rid of you for good,” Yunho said coldly, rage boiling and bubbling inside him.

Yeosang stared at him. “So you know.” 

“Of course I fucking knew, I was there when those guys took her,” Yunho glared at him. “What does Madame Seo want with her?” 

Yunho’s grip tightened, making him cough. “She wants what Mirae has, she wants her power, she’s an omega-level mutant Yunho, you should’ve known that,” Yeosang spluttered. “But if you must truly know, I didn’t know they would take her, but now they have, I figured it out-” 

“No shit Sherlock, what’s she planning to do with Mirae’s powers? It would be too easy to take them onto herself, wouldn’t it?” Yunho asked, tightening his grip on Yeosang’s throat again. “If Mirae dies for good, her blood is on your hands.” 

“You know something?” Yeosang said, in almost a hiss. “You’re not lying,” His eyes began to turn red and he pushed Yunho away, sending him flying to the other side of the room. “It’s a good thing I was given a hit before coming back in here, I did a few lines of the dust she has given me. And now I see the light that she has been telling me about.” 

Yunho got back up on his feet, taking out one of his sai. “You’re still not telling me what I need to know,” He said, as Yeosang took his walking stick that stood near the door and pulling out a concealed blade from the handle. 

“Fancy a little duel?” Yeosang tried to strike first, only for Yunho to block him off. 

“When it all comes down to it, Mirae would be very disappointed in you,” Yunho matched his strikes, quickly blocking him with every move he made until Yeosang took a chance to get through, the blade scratching his cheek. “She respects you, dare I say even grateful for helping her, and you leave her to die just like that?” He taunted, even as he was unsure of what he was saying. 

“Like that’s going to change anything,” Yeosang said with a sly smile. “Everyone else has to die sometime.” 

Yunho glared at him again, tackling Yeosang to the floor. “Oh really? I know how you feel about her, why else would she be fucking kidnapped when you have something to do with it? Don’t fucking tell me this is just a coincidence.” 

The tip of his sai’s prongs were aimed at Yeosang’s heart as Yunho tried to make him talk. Yeosang only laughed. “Just like her name, Mirae is the future of this planet, she is powerful enough to cause destruction, and cleanse the world in fire.” 

“So that’s what they want, huh,” Yunho grumbled, still glaring at him. “You will lead me to where Mirae is right now.” 

“Like I’d tell you where she is, I don’t even know where she put Mirae, my dear, dear, Mirae,” Yeosang’s eyes were glazed over. “Even if I knew, it’s too late, Yunho, it’s too late for you to make any moves, Mirae is with them, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” 

“You don’t know me,” Yunho hit Yeosang with the handle of his sai knocking him unconscious. He stood up, placing his sai back into his pocket. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate to hear Mirae’s thoughts. He couldn’t. Nothing came to him. 

Yunho was about to return to the dark part of the office when he saw shimmering smoke come from Yeosang. He was exhaling the dust given to him and Yunho stepped back, covering his nose. His eyes widened as Yeosang began to transform, turning into the boy he remembered was wearing a yellow tracksuit. It was the idol that took Mirae when they left Yang Tan’s place, yet his hands looked different. His hands had become claws, with long talons. 

“I could’ve told you it was a trap.” 

Yunho turned around, hearing the voice come from the shelf that was behind Yeosang’s desk. “...Excuse me?” He said. 

“Do you see that bust of Galatea on my desk? Push back the head,” the voice said, although muffled from behind the shelf. 

Yunho noticed the ceramic bust of the woman on the corner and pushed the head back. The bookcase slid open and Yeosang fell over, looking frazzled. “Those boys are insufferable, this was Tom Ford,” He groaned, getting up on his feet and dusting off his suit. Yeosang looked over at the taller male. “You might find it hard to believe-” He was pinned to the bookcase. “I know-” 

“Shut up. You’re going to tell me where Mirae is. Unless I’m talking to one of those guys,” Yunho said, unable to contain his frustration. 

Yeosang stared at him. “You of all people should know I would never do anything to Mirae, contrary to what that fool on the floor has been saying for the past five minutes. And your friends are being ambushed by his group mates in my apartment as we speak.” 

“Where is Mirae, then? We’re all here to look for her, with or without your help, as if you’ve been of any help anyway,” Yunho let go of him. 

Yeosang smoothed the creases on his suit. “As I have said last year, whether or not you trust me is beyond my control, you seem to forget I stand for our kind. They took Mirae somewhere else by now. Possibly at N Tower. It’s easy for them to channel her power from there.” 

“What’s Madame Seo’s plan?” Yunho questioned. 

“She plans to summon Ose from below, and something else, something that isn’t of this world, even from the world below,” Yeosang warned. “If you recall the Seoul attack, how big that was, this would be ten times, a hundred times bigger than that. And she will use Mirae to do it.” 

Yunho stared at him, studying his expression for a tell that would suggest that he was lying. “What are those boys going to do?” He tilted his head to the boy on the floor. “I don’t think it’s something as predictable as hypnotizing everyone else.” 

“No,” Yeosang shook his head. “The tv special they’re about to film tonight is their...ritual. Disguised as a performance. They would be summoning creatures in plain sight, and because they have so many fans. The producers thought the signal from the tv station would boost their summoning even more.” 

Yunho’s hands curled into fists. “You had better be right about this.” 

“I respect Mirae, I would never betray her. You, however, are another story,” Yeosang gave him a look. 

“And yet I decided to help you get out from that bookcase of yours,” Yunho shot back. Without another word, he stepped into the dark part of the office and just as he was about to teleport, Yeosang’s hand was on his shoulder, teleporting them both. 

They had reappeared back in Yeosang’s apartment, where they saw the six other males standing over the unconscious bodies of the boys in the colored tracksuits. “Asshole-” San was about to point his harpoon at Yeosang when Yunho stopped him. “He’s got a lot of explaining to do,” San grumbled. 

“I do. But I should tell you, they probably have Mirae at N Tower. Those boys need to film for their tv special, it’s part of their ritual,” Yeosang explained. 

“How much time do we have?” Hongjoong asked. 

“Given how long Mirae’s been with them, I would say they have until tonight to perform the ritual,” Yeosang replied. 

“How would you know what they do?” Seonghwa spoke. 

“It’s complicated, and quite a long story-” 

“We have the time, if you didn’t notice,” Jongho was glaring at him. 

It was only then that Yeosang noticed the spikes coming from him, immediately sensing an unusual quality about the males standing in front of him. “Ah, I see it now. You’re all one of us.” 

“We figured that out a little late too,” Wooyoung pointed out, while Mingi kept playing with the lighter in his hand. 

Yeosang looked fascinated yet tried to maintain his sternness. “Well then, I do have some explaining.”

[im-bakugous-bitch]

Mezo Shoji - Quarantine (NSFW!!)  (bnharem collab!)

Hey guys, Sky here!  As I announced the other day, I am participating in the bnharem discord server collab event!  Our topic was being quarantined together and things get kinky, and I ended up with everyone’s favorite arm man.  I really enjoyed writing this and I think it’s the best thing I’ve written in a while - but not the best of the bunch!  You can read the rest of the collab pieces for different characters here!  I hope you guys like it!

Kinks included are: Role-Play, Bondage, Edging/Orgasm Denial, Masturbation, and Biting

The world had been launched into chaos.

With the novel coronavirus, COVID-19 going around, people were in a panic.  Stores were closing, restaurants were closing, and everybody was told to go into quarantine for two weeks.  Even your boyfriend was told to stop doing his daily patrols; Only the more experienced Heroes were patrolling the empty streets of Japan.  

As soon as the quarantine had been announced, you ran to the local department store to stock up on items you and Mezo would need for the next two weeks.  There was hardly anything there, though, as you had gotten there rather late.  You sighed, picking up the few frozen toaster pizzas and boxes of gluten-free pasta that were left on the shelves.

You had no idea what you were going to do for the entire quarantine.  You were excited to be spending so much time with your boyfriend, but you knew you were both going to get bored of just sitting on the couch watching movies all day long.  

You began to browse the other sections of the store until you hit the clothing section.  You spotted a blue dress, the same colors as Mezo's Hero costume.  You walked over to it and examined it, grinning as you noticed the very low cut and short skirt.  You checked the rack for your size and grinned when you found it, throwing the dress into your shopping cart.

You knew exactly what you and Mezo would be doing.

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It took two days until you got tired of watching movies on the couch.

You'd honestly thought it would have lasted longer, but by the time you were on the tenth movie of your quarantine you were going to scream if you had to watch one more opening sequence.  You decided it was time to break out your present for Mezo and excused yourself to your bedroom to get an extra blanket.

You pulled the bag with your outfit in it from the back of your closet and raced into the bathroom attached to your bedroom.  You locked the bathroom door before beginning your work; Shaving your legs, brushing and styling your hair, make up, etc.  Once you were ready, you picked up the bag with the clothes as a knock echoed through the bathroom.

"y/n?" Mezo asked from the other side of the door.  "Are you alright in there?"

"All good," you said as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, a smile creeping across your face.  "I'll be out shortly!"  You opened the bag and first took out the fishnet tights you'd bought, taking off your underwear before putting them on.  The cool March air made your exposed area feel cold, and the wetness already pooling within you was not helping.  

Next you slipped on the dress.  It was a simple dress: Skin tight, off-the-shoulder, blue on the top that slowly turned into a black at the bottom.  Once you had it on you turned to look at yourself in the mirror and saw that the dress just barely even covered your ass.  You smirked before putting on the final article; knee-high black boots.  

You gave yourself one last look in the mirror, making final adjustments to your hair before you reached for the doorknob.  You unlocked it and slowly turned the doorknob, only pushing the door open slightly.  You poked your head out of the doorway to see Mezo laying on your bed, watching the television.  "Babe," you said, but immediately retracted your head before he could see you.

"y/n?" he asked, and you noted the worried tone in his voice.  "You've been in there a long time, is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine," you said, hand gripping the doorknob tightly.  "Just close your eyes for a second, okay?"

You could hear the hesitation in his "okay", but believed him as you opened the door all the way.  You stood in the doorway with your hands on your hips, finally exposing your whole body to the room.  

"You can look now."

His eyes opened and turned to you, quickly widening when he saw what you were wearing.  He practically jumped up off the edge of the bed and ran over to you.  "y/n?!"

You shook your head as you reached your arms up to hang around his neck.  "There's no y/n here, Tentacole.  I'm your new sidekick, Desire.  Didn't the agency tell you I was coming?"  You furrowed your eyebrow and cocked your head to the side in confusion as you looked up at him.

He took a deep breath.  "y/n, I'm gonna be cumming if you don't-"

"Shh," you said, moving one of your hands from around his neck to cover his lips over his scarf.  "I don't know who this y/n is, Tentacole, but I'm sure she'd want you to enjoy yourself.  Unless..."  You pulled your arms away from him and took a step back, making a pouty-face as you looked at the ground and used one of your hands to grab the opposite arm.  "Unless...You don't want me...?"

Within a second, he was upon you.  Hisips crashed against yours, real hands cradling your cheeks while his dupli-arms pulled you closer to him.  He pressed his crotch against your leg to show you how big of a boner he had.  

"See what you've done, Desire?"  One of his dupli-arms had formed a mouth, and it was whispering directly into your ear.  "It's never good to upset the Pro on the first day, you better take care of this."

You grinned as you looked up at him.  "Oh, I was planning to."  You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, noticing that his scarf had already been discarded.  You connected your lips to his as his hands landed on your nearly-bare ass, squeezing it ever-so-slightly.  

"Jump," he whispered against your lips.

You did as instructed and jumped up, wrapping your legs around him as he pushed you against the wall.  Two of his dupli-arms had formed mouths and began attacking both sides of your neck, sucking and biting on all of the exposed skin.  Your eyes fluttered closed as your head leaned back, you could've finished just from that.

He started grinding his crotch against yours, pushing you into the wall.  "Who's a naughty little sidekick, getting me all worked up on the first day?" he growled as his dupli-arms began pulling the sleeves of your dress down.  "Huh?  Who do you think you are, getting me bothered like this?"  He pressed you against the wall harder, you could practically feel his dick against your slit through his thin pants.

"My apologies," you gasped out as your eyes opened up to look at him.  "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Tenta-cole!"  Your tone jumped in surprise when you felt something pinching your ass, and turned to see he had a dupli-arm with a mouth on it right next to the afflicted area.  The pattern of your tights had been ripped open.  You didn't know what he'd just done, but it felt so good you wanted him to do it again.  "Do that again," you panted into his shoulder.  

He smirked and pulled you away from the wall, still keeping you on his waist.  "You liked that, huh?"  You looked down at your ass and watched as the dupli-mouth bit down on your ass, moaning quietly as it began to suck on and lick the skin.

"Ah-" you moaned as you ground your hips against his to create some friction.  "Ah, if you keep doing that-"

Your sentence was interrupted when you went flying through the air and landed on your bed.  You sat up with wide eyes, watching Mezo as he towered over you and licked his lips.  

"You'll have to be punished, Desire," he said as his hand rested on your lower calf.  His hand slowly slid up your leg as he crawled onto the bed, until he reached the hem of your dress.  Directly above the spot where you desperately needed him.  You reached for his hand and grabbed his arm, trying to pull it down to where you needed him, but he proved stronger than you in holding his arm in place as he shook his head.

"That won't do," he said as he pulled back from you and got off the bed, walking over to his closet.  He opened it up and pulled out two neck ties as he grinned at you.  "Naughty girls don't get to use their hands."

Your eyes widened as he approached you again, grabbing your hands and tying them to the bed-frame so you couldn't move them.

"Mez-Tentacole," you whined as you struggled against your restraints.  "Don't do this."

He lifted his shirt over his head and deposited it on the floor behind himself as he crawled back over you.  "You're being punished, Desire," he growled as his dupli-mouths went back to work on both sides of your neck.

You groaned and pushed your hips upward, just wanting him to pay attention down there.  You watched as he lifted himself above you and slid his pants and underwear off, so he was completely naked above you.  "Tent-oh-cole!" you cried out as one of the mouths bit down extra hard on a certain spot.  "Oh, oh please - fuck me!  Punish me!  I've been a bad sidekick!"

He chuckled above you, staring down at you with lust-filled black eyes.  "Yes, you have," he said as the mouths retracted from your neck.  "And you will be punished."  He grabbed the hem of your dress again, flipping the skirt up so it sat over your chest.  He pressed his face into your crotch, against the fishnets, and hummed lightly as he gave your slit the tiniest lick.

You pulled against your restraints with all of your strength, just wanting to push him harder against you, but to no avail.  You instead watched as he pulled his face from your crotch and smirked.  

"You're already so wet for me," he said as he took the waistband of the tights in his hands and pulled them down your legs.  Once they were discarded, he placed himself between your legs and looked into your eyes.  "You tell me when you're going to cum, you hear me?  I'm your boss, that's your order."

You nodded, breathing heavily and excited at the idea of finally getting some action down there.  "Yes - Yes sir," you gasped out.

His head ducked back down between your legs, taking your clit between his lips.  Your head fell back against the pillows as you pushed your crotch closer to his face, trying to get him to suck it harder.  He got the message and obliged, using his hands to grab your ass and pull you as close to his face as he could.  You let out a loud moan, pulling yet again at your restraints as you wanted nothing more than to push him even closer.

With your closed eyes, you didn't know he was inserting something into your cunt until you felt it.  You opened your eyes, straining to see what he was now pushing in and out of you so rapidly.  You couldn't get a good look at it, though you weren't too focused on it.

You felt it coming.  You felt that familiar coil inside of you getting ready to snap.  "Ah, I'm so close-" you moaned out, hoping that would encourage him to go harder and bring you to orgasam.

Instead, he stopped.

He pulled his face away from you and watched your eyes widen as he licked his lips.  "You're being punished," he reminded you as he sat up on the bed and readjusted himself so his dick smacked against his stomach.  He began pumping his dick with one hand, the other gripping onto your leg so tightly you knew there were going to be marks on it.

"You dirty, naughty girl," he panted as his eyes shut, fist moving faster around his dick.  

"That's no fair!" you yelled as you tried to sit up, but your restraints didn't allow you to.  You could already feel your impending orgasm dying down, and a stronger hunger filled you as you watched Mezo pleasure himself.  

He didn't respond to you, his head leaning back as a dupli-arm began to fondle his balls.  "Oh, y/-Desire!"  You could tell he was already so close.  "Baby let me help you-"

"No," he cut you off.  "You're being punished.  You're lucky you even get to watch."  

You watched, helpless as your cunt throbbed with every stroke of his hand.  When he finished, he moved his hand up to your mouth.  

"Lick it clean," he said in the sexiest, most commanding tone you'd ever heard from him.

You nodded and took his fingers into your mouth, sucking them each clean before you licked his palm and swallowed it all.  "Please, Tentacole, can you please fuck me now?"

He smirked and shook his head, returning to his place between your legs.  He took up the same exact position as before, hands pulling your ass closer to his face as he shoved something in and out of your cunt.  Your eyes closed yet again as you laid your head back, imagining it was his dick that was filling you up.  You imagined him hovering over you, sweat pouring down both of your bodies, your hands clawing down his back-

"Ah-!" you cried out, and he immediately pulled away again.  You were about ready to smack him across the face.  "Please, please stop," you begged as your eyes met his.  "Please, Tentacole, please make me cum."

He climbed further up your body, giving no warning before shoving his dick deep into your cunt.  He didn't move a muscle as his eyes locked with yours.

He bent his head down to capture your lips with his in a surprisingly gentle kiss.  When he pulled away his face hovered only inches above yours, a loving smile on his face.  "I love you so much.  You're so perfect."

You smiled back up at him.  "Then untie my hands.  Please, let me touch you."

His malicious smirk came back, and you knew the moment was over.  He began to move inside of you, pulling almost all the way out before slamming himself back into you.  You screamed at the sensation, moving your hips with his as he finally gave you the fucking you'd been dying for.  

You pulled at your restraints again, and to your surprise the knots gave in.  A huge grin broke out across your entire face as your arms flew around Shoji's neck, sitting both of you up as he continued pounding your cunt like a piece of meat.  He didn't say anything as you connected your lips to his, digging your fingernails into his back and clawing your way downward as he kept going.  Once you'd reached the bottom and were sure you were going to leave a bright red mark, you quickly readjusted yourself so you were sitting over him.  

You pushed him back against the bed, your hands gripping the sheets on either side of his waist as you bounced up and down on his cock.

"Ah baby that feels so good," he groaned as he thrusted up to meet your thrusts.  "I'm not gonna last much longer."

You thought about denying him his orgasm like he'd been doing to you, but that would just deny you of yet another.  You decided to let him have it as a dupli-arm rose up to your breasts, forming a mouth and going below the neckline of the dress you were still wearing to attach to one of your nipples.  You gasped, causing another to quickly follow and attach to your other nipple as something began rubbing against your clit.

"Baby I'm gonna cum!" you yelled as your thrusting became sloppier and sloppier until he switched back to your previous position, him pounding into you with your back arched against the bed.

With only a couple more thrusts you felt him release into you.  You moaned loudly, you were so close-

It washed over you as soon as you felt the bite on your ass.

You rode out your orgasm before dropping yourself down onto Mezo, not bothering to wipe off any of the sweat that was pooling all over both of you.  You laid like that for a while, both of you panting and sticky as you caught your breath.

"Where did that come from?" Mezo finally asked after a few minutes, breaking the silence.

You turned over so you were laying on your stomach, staring up into his eyes.  "Not sure.  I saw the dress at the store, figured it would be a good quarantine activity."

He smiled, planting a light kiss on the top of your head.  "It definitely was."  He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tightly against him.  "I think that was the best sex we've ever had."

You giggled as you nodded and leaned up to connect your lips with his.  The kiss was abruptly ended when you yelped, realizing Shoji had used a dupli-mouth to bite your ass again.

"Round two?" he asked.

You smiled and blushed slightly as you nodded.  "I'll meet you in the shower."

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

Human Au, One character goes into another character's room looking for him, the closet door is open, first character peeks inside looking for second character, but instead of clothes or the second character they find... something (idk what they found) -pineapple

Alright so there’s a lot of ways this could be seen but the thing I thought first is more or less

Remy and Virgil are roommates for whatever and Virgil needs Remy for smth so he wanders into his room and he’s not there so Virgil checks the closet

Remy’s not there, and while there are some clothes, they’re in a pile on the middle of the closet floor

Lining the walls and sat on the shelves, instead, are… weapons

Guns, knives, some arrows next to what might be a fold-able bow, blow darts, etc.

There’s a box that’s ajar and seemingly holding a dozen IDs sitting next to boomerang and the only outfit that’s hung up is a pressed suit

There are FIVE pairs of sunglasses stacked on top of each other as well and Virgil just wants to know what the FUCK is going on

Remy wanders in a moment later, while Virgil’s still trying to figure out his closet, and he’s just ‘yo babes heard you calling for me- aw, fuck’

Virgil turns to Remy like ‘what??? is this???’

Remy’s ignoring him and just muttering to himself, ‘stupid nosey roommates always get in my closet… no privacy… guess I should lock it but that’s my problem… ugh I liked this one too…’

Virgil, crying in spirit: ‘PLEASE give me some sort of explanation’

Remy: ‘yeah, sure, just uh… oh look! a knife!’

Virgil, a stressed fool, turned around to look, found that, yeah, there were knives but he already knew that, and what was that sudden sting in his arm that can’t be good when did the world starting getting all wobbly and dark-

Virgil wakes up about two hours later sprawled on his bed with a little smiley-faces bandage slapped literally over his hoodie

Checking the spot beneath the hoodie + bandage reveals a little red dot that Virgil knows well enough from when he gets flu shots

He groans

His roommate drugged him after Virgil found his danger closet

Getting up a few minutes later and checking around the apartment finds an unmarked envelope filled with next month’s rent sitting on the table and all of Remy’s things completely gone and packed up- closet definitely included

Great. His ex-roommate drugged him and left after Virgil found his danger closet that is now completely unexplained and will likely never be explained

Well, Virgil can’t let that stand

He wants explanations and by gods he’s going to get them!

Even though Remy’s gone, his presence isn’t completely erased. Virgil remembers him, remembers how he acted and where he went and a few other things

(It’s an anxiety thing, that he knows all this, alright? not stalker-y or creepy or related to the fact that Remy’s cute)

It takes a few weeks, triangulating all the places he went and making calls that are… weird, at the best, and downright life-threatening at worst, but everything just makes Virgil more and more curious until he’s standing in front of an abandoned warehouse that he’s heard mentioned five times in all his calling and is his best lead as to where the hell Remy went

He manages to break in through a window that’s missing its glass pane

Virgil’s confused at first when he finds nothing but a completely empty factory, decorated skillfully with old barrels and rotting planks, but he pokes around a bit and finds a trap door under a couple of marked ‘hazardous material’ containers

(Any other day, any other place? He wouldn’t have even thought of touching them- but here and now, all he could think was ‘where would I hide my secrets? underneath the thing no one would ever touch is probably a good idea’)

He descends the ladder within, dropping into a narrow passage that leads… somewhere

He starts to walk down it when the lights that lined the walls suddenly flickered off, plunging him into complete darkness

Footsteps echo in the hall until five seconds the lights are back on and there are six different people in dark, uniform clothing pointing guns at him

Virgil puts his hands up before they’re even asking him too, confused and unsure of what the hell was happening until there’s a ripple in the ranks, the people getting pushed and nudged to the side as someone presses their way in between them, making their way to the front, and it’s-

“Remy?” Virgil says the minute he sees his former roommate, though he’s- well he’s him but also not, sunglasses there but propped up on top of his head instead of over his eyes, still in ripped jeans and a crop top but their both plain black instead of being bright, garnish colours, a coffee in his hand but in a paper cup instead of a Starbucks one

“You’re- you-” Remy looks confused, brow furrowed, but eventually he just sighs, rubbing his temple before he says, “Drop it, boys, I’ll handle it”

The people with guns obey immediately, squinting suspiciously at Virgil as they holster their guns and shuffle away. Remy’s still looking at Virgil like he doesn’t belong there (which he doesn’t, he really doesn’t)

“How’d you find me, babes?” Remy asked, finally, after the silence stretched for a while. “There are some people who would kill to get here, though I don’t really think that’s up your alley.”

“I made a lot of calls.” Virgil answered hesitantly. He didn’t like implication that he had done something impossibly hard. “And triangulated a few locations. Just… small stuff.”

“Trust me, that ain’t small. Why were you trying to find this place?”

“I wanted to know why my roommate had a closet full of weapons and convenient knock-out drugs on hand.” Virgil snapped, annoyed.

Remy half-shrugged. “Fair enough.” He turned, already starting to walk away. “Come on.”

Virgil didn’t bother asking why Remy wanted him to follow or where they were going or what was happening or anything, really, because something told him he’d figure it out soon enough

They eventually reached the end of the hallway, and Virgil had to bite back a gasp of pure shock when he saw the room they entered

The place seemed to be a fully set up agency; the room they immediately entered had smoothed rock floors that were covered in various desks and screens, lights attached to the walls and laid within the floor as well, hallways carved into the walls leading elsewhere

Most of the desks were occupied by people dressed identically to those who had held Virgil up in the hallway, working diligently in their plain outfits, guns clearly hanging against their hips and making Virgil more than a little nervous.

“Welcome… to Nowhere.” Remy said, waving at the room before turning to grin at Virgil. “We call it that because, legally, this place? It exists nowhere. The warehouse over it doesn’t even exist- not if you looked for it solely through google maps and government records, anyways.”

“Doesn’t that seem a little suspicious?”

Remy shrugged. “Google maps makes mistakes. Government systems glitch. and if anyone happens to notice, well… most of them don’t have the luck of having had been roommate’s with one of the people who know this place is real.”

Virgil knew he paled at that. “I… hate that.”

Remy nodded. “Not surprised… come on! To my office!”

Virgil felt odd, shuffling past the desks with all the workers staring untrustingly at him as Remy whistled and more or less skipped by, taking them down another hall before ushering Virgil into one of the rooms branching off of it

The room was like the rest of the place- stone walls and floors- but with only one chair in it, set up before a desk + wall of monitors and screens paired with three keyboards and two computer mice.

“Have a seat.” Remy says, sitting himself on one of the outcroppings of stone sticking out of the wall. “We have a lot to talk about.”

And I won’t go further but basically the idea is that Remy’s part of a secret organization, one that’s entrenched in enough secrets it doesn’t even have a NAME. Virgil finding the place is a feat, so, of course, he can never leave. Like it not, he’s part of this place now.

Casting is basically

Virgil: Was just some random person, now works at Nowhere because they’d probably kill him if he didn’t. Doesn’t have an actual job in the agency, just works what Remy works.

Remy: Technical support/hacker. Keeps the agency a secret and deals with all the online stuff. Goes into the field when needed (hence having an arsenal) but he’s more of a stay-at-home man. Sometimes gets apartments when he needs them, but he’s bad at keeping the company secret, so it’s not often

Roman: Remy’s field partner when he goes out. I don’t have many more details for him except that he and Remy are highkey crushing on each other, which causes problems for the sake that a) Roman thinks Remy and Virgil are together/getting together, b) Virgil thinks Remy and Roman are together/getting together, c) Remy thinks they’re both cute but not interested in him. It’s called a convoluted love triangle except they ALL get together because that’s the only thing I write hscbjch

And,,,,, that’s all I have. Hope you like it shdcfbsjdfcsd

[tarithenurse]

Stolen - 1

Pairing: Loki Layfeyson &/x fem!gifted!reader Content: We start out hard. Home intrusion, violence, threats, blood, gore, near death, abduction, fear, angst, tears. I mean...it can only get more pleasant from here...I hope. A/N: As teased a week or two back, here comes my next/new series. Atm, I will not pick specific update days due to Covid19 work and all it entails. Feel free to ask for tagging and always (please) remember that you are welcome to reblog, comment etc. I love feedback and it helps me stay motivated (+ I want to get better at writing).

1. The High End of Low

The problem with always buying more books, you've decided, is that it requires rearranging the entire bookcase to fit the new treasures in according to alphabet. Engrossed in the task, you don't bother climbing off the chair you're standing on (to reach the top shelves) in order to check out the sound of screeching tires and sirens – it's a normal noise in the city anyways. You do react a moment later when someone knocks on your door, though.

"Just a minute," you yell as you jump down and deposit the stack of literature (Bi- to Da-) on the chair.

They spy hole shows nothing, so you half expect the knocking to be a prank by some of the kids in the building but open never the less.

In tumbles Aïsha, your upstairs neighbour, bruised and battered.

"Thank God you're here!" Tears stream down the young woman's face. "My leg...the car chase..." The rest is unintelligible sobbing but the point is clear enough as she doesn't put any weight on the left leg.

It's slow work getting her indoors and settled on the couch with the leg up before you can set to work playing nurse – something very far from your actual work. At least, you thankfully figure out, nothing seems to be bleeding or broken.

"You can use my phone to call anyone. Need to see a doctor?" Your hands are shaking in pure sympathy with Aïsha's pain.

She grimaces. "Can't affo-ord...it."

"Well...I might have something cold to stop a swelling...let's start there."

There's a bag of frozen peas in your freezer which you dig out from behind some leftovers and a forgotten popsickle. Wrapped in a tea towel it gets placed gingerly on Aïsha's knee where she's hurting the most.

"Oh God oh God oh God!" She groans, barely holding back the tears. "Hamid's gone with work until tomorrow...I need to pick up the kids a-and how’m I getting up the stairs?!"

A risky idea makes itself known in you mind, one that would betray your own secret if you followed through with it. And still...how would you feel letting the sweet woman be stuck in a situation like this? Your hands are gently holding the peas in place, allowing you to sense the damage in the joint. It's bad.

"Just...just give the cold a moment to work, 'kay?"

Sniffling, your neighbour agrees. Sitting in silence, you have time to concentrate on a little piece of a melody with words no one else understands – barely audible but efficient none the less.

"I-it doesn't...it doesn't hurt as much now!" Aïsha exclaims a dozen minutes later.

Allowing yourself a ghost of a smile, you readjust the placement of the peas. "The ice worked. Ni-"

A golden shimmer surrounds the leg, making it slimmer. Longer. Stronger. Wrapped in leather, a male leg now rests under your hands. Astounded by the change, it's as if you turn your head in slow motion to see the one menace you never expected to face.

"Loki."

Any attempt at getting away is ruined when he grabs your neck with a cold, unshakable hand.

"Surprise," he smiles deviously.

...  Loki   ...

Oh, to inhale the scent of fear, to see panic shimmer in the prey’s eyes! The thrill bubbles over Loki’s lips in the form of laughter which sends the mortal scurrying – or rather: she tries to, but he holds her in place. Digging his nails into her scalp, he can feel the skin break and the woman shudder soundlessly.

”You!” [Y/N] nearly spits the words at him.

“Yes,” he smiles, “me. Astounding show of intellect. I do sincerely hope this isn’t the pinnacle of conversational depth we just shared or our time together will be come quite tedious.”

The Trickster can see her mind race, trying to find a way out of his trap. Even if they have never met before, she (quite appropriately) already knows what lengths he is willing to go to; after all, it is no more than a few months since he laid waste to a part of this very city which she calls home.

He interrupts her before the questions come pouring. “It’s simpel, mortal maiden,” he explains calmly, “you’re coming with me. You see, I need your skills to regain what is mine by birthright.”

“No...I can’t...I don’t have...why...no!”

Staring into the [Y/E/C] eyes, he sees the fear is still there even if it has been pushed aside by something stronger. “It was not a request, mor-tal.” He makes sure to accentuate the last word, implying what the consequences of disobedience would be. “You don’t have a choice...and if not for your own sake, then let your cooperation be for the sake of Aïsha. Show me what you can do.”

“I can’t do anything! I’m just -”

A flick of his hand opens the door with a shimmer, revealing the closest thing Loki has come to a servant during this messy time, and a prisoner. Locked in a tight grip and nearly swathed in ropes is the mortal living above [Y/N], her soft curves jarred by the tightness of the constrictions. A dark bruise is forming across her face and the scarf is dangling around her neck – a part of it used to gag her.

“Monster.”

It is a whispering hiss, but enough to make the rage boil inside Loki’s chest. “I’m not the monster here, little girl, you are if you don’t use your skills for me.”

A choked sob escapes the bound woman, fuelling the sense of power trickling through the Jotun’s veins. But [Y/N]? She simply glares at him.

“I have no skills.”

“Sure?” For a second they stare into each others’ eyes. “Suit yourself.” All it takes is a nod towards the hired muscle before Aïsha’s body crumbles to the floor after a knife has plunged into the oh-so-soft Midgardian flesh, the thud silenced by the curses falling from [Y/N]’s lips. “Of course...if you let her die, then I know you truly have no powers.” He pushes her roughly towards the dying woman, not caring how roughly she lands on the floor. “Your choice.”

Admittedly, Loki can’t be bothered to listen to the endless stream of snivelling apologies, but it is fascinating to see her hands work in a frenzy to cover the wound before iridescent light appears beneath them. ‘Sorries’, and ‘pleases’ fill the room, even as the breath of the slain grows strong once more and [Y/N] scrambles to cover the dark hair that had spilled from the fabric that had been wrapped diligently around the head before Loki had surprised her. At this point, however, the former Asgardian’s attention is solely on where a gaping wound should be.

“I believe that seals the deal.” In two steps, he’s upon the gifted woman, pulling her effortlessly from the kneeling position by the upper arm. “Time to go.”

Withdrawing a glowing, blue cube out of a pocket between the dimensions, he opens a portal through which the two males step, unceremoniously dragging [Y/N] along.

[talk-to-someone-or-me]

TW// suicide

You want to kill yourself?

It’s 10:53 pm on a Sunday night. You’ve already said goodnight to your parents and siblings. They think you’re sound asleep. You sit at your desk twirling a pen in your hand. You stare at the blank piece of paper as tears refill your eyes for the fifth time tonight. You don’t want to do it without writing a goodbye letter. You want to make sure your family knows why you did it. The tears fall onto the paper and you can’t help the frustration as the tears begin to ruin the paper. You crumble it up and break down even harder. You realize you can’t write the letter, so you look in the mirror once more and watch as your final tear falls. Only a couple moments later your heart stops and the blood escapes your body to create a puddle on the floor. But nobody is going to care right?

It’s now 6:47 am Monday morning. Your mother waits downstairs in the kitchen to give you your lunch money. She’s already late for work but she doesn’t want you to stress about making lunch for yourself. She doesn’t know what’s taking so long. She yells your name a couple times, but there’s no response. She has no idea your cold dead body is lying in your bedroom. She thinks you slept in, so she runs up the stairs and knocks on your door. But still, there is no answer. She opens the door and screams, horrified. She runs to you and holds your body. The tears seem like a waterfall, everlasting. She sits there with you cradled in her arms for a good hour, before she has the strength to get up and call your father. Your father rushes home, and they cry together. They pick up your siblings from school and try to explain what has happened. Your older brother runs out of your room and into his. He slams the door. He thinks its all his fault. He’s always picked on you, calling you names and starting arguments just to push your buttons. He punches his walls and allows his tears to pour out of him. Your little sister doesn’t understand. She asks if it’s because she always tries to steal your stuff or because she never leaves you alone when your friends are over. It’s hard to explain something like this to a six year old. But she probably wouldn’t care right?

It’s now Wednesday and your mom finally goes to your school. She hasn’t left the house since you took your life, but she knew she had to go. She enters your classroom, only to see the teacher sitting  at her desk grading papers. It’s 12:19 pm so your classmates are sitting in lunch. Your teacher greets her and asks where you’ve been. Your mother bursts into tears and your teacher is astonished. She has no idea what’s wrong, but she tries to comfort your mother. Your mom begins to explain what had happened, and your teacher starts to cry too. She begins to have flashbacks of all the times she yelled at you for not paying enough attention and not doing your homework. She thinks its her fault for being too hard on you. Your classmates return and are confused. A couple students recognize your mom and want to say hi, but they sense that something is wrong. Your teacher calls the vice principal and principal in and your mom explains everything. Everyone in the classroom is now crying. Even the annoying boy that sat behind you and threw gum in your hair is crying, thinking its his fault. Even the popular girl that wouldn’t give you the time of day is crying, thinking its her fault. Even the nerd that wouldn’t let you copy his homework is crying, thinking its his fault. They’re probably all faking, because nobody actually cares, right?

A week has gone by and it’s time for your funeral. Nobody has ever seen one this large. Almost every kid in your school and their families are here. Actually almost anyone you’ve come into contact with has come. It’s like a pool of black as one looks over the people sitting in the chairs as your corpse lies in the casket. Everyone goes up to speak. And after every speech, everyone begins to cry even harder. Even the emotionless jock is in hysterics. The funeral lasts many hours; nobody wants to get up, to move on, to accept what has happened is real life. All of them are just too lazy to get up, because they obviously don’t care, right?

It’s now been a month since your death. None of your family members have been in your room. The door remains shut. Your mom goes up to your dad and whispers, “it’s time”. Your dad looks at her with his lifeless eyes, nods, and slowly rises from the kitchen table. They enter your room slowly.  Just stepping inside of it gives your mother the chills. Your father holds your mom as she begins to tear up. He’s trying to be strong, but he can’t, soon tears swell in his eyes too. They begin to pick up your clothes, dust your shelves, and make your bed. The stain on your carpet from your blood has been covered with a rug. Neither of them go near it. They clean in silence for the next hour. They don’t care that you’re gone; they just didn’t want a messy room, right?

They miss you. Your smile, your laugh, the way your eyes light up when you’re happy. Do you want to take that away from everyone? From yourself? Never get to smile again, or see the person that makes your heart skip a beat, never get to live? Don’t do that to yourself. You have so much to live for. If you haven’t already, do you really want to miss the opportunity to meet your true friends? Have your first kiss? Fall head over heels in love? Get your heart broken time and time again? Go to college? Get an A+ on that final that you studied for days on end for? Get married? Have your own children? What would you do if you walked into your 14 year old daughter’s room and saw her lying there with no heartbeat, surrounded by a pool of blood? It would be no big deal right? You’d shrug and clean up the blood as you hum you favourite song that’s been in your head for the past couple days. No. You’d cry and clutch her lifeless body in your arms and cry. Cry, and cry and cry. You’d think it was your fault and a million thoughts would go through your mind. Why would she do this? Is it my fault? Why didn’t she tell me that she was depressed? Why didn’t I stop her? How couldn’t I have known? But she was thinking the same thing you were as a child. You know, that nobody would care?

So think twice. Take a deep breath. You’re worth more than this. Nobody should have to think that taking their life is the best thing to do. Anything you’re going through is temporary; the feeling won't last forever. You’ll get through this. No matter how long it takes you need to know, you’ll get through this, and you don’t have to face it alone. There are so many people that you can talk to. Family, friends, neighbors, teachers, counsellors, hotlines, me, etc. I will be here for you, no matter what. I will try my absolute hardest to help you. So please; do not ever, EVER, write that letter, or even think about suicide. Life is full of ups and downs for a reason. It makes us stronger, shows us what we can get through. It builds and shapes us into the next generation of parents, grandparents even. You might not see the end of the tunnel yet, but I promise its there. You just keep walking towards it.

This isn’t meant to offend anyone. I don’t mean to be insensitive, but I suffer from depression, and I have attempted suicide.

This was an eye opener for myself.

[girlofmanyfandoms]

keefex, romantic or platonic

I have no idea if this was what you were looking for, but:

Ok, so it really begins when one day, Fitz is busy studying for midterms

And Keefe has photographic memory, so he’s like “Yeah, pass”

So obviously Soph is busy studying as well, and those are his two go-to’s

So he decides to check on Dex, since they haven’t chatted in a while

He gets very excited at this idea, but he doesn’t know w h y

And his father wouldn’t approve of him having to go through Mysterium, so that’s a plus

So he knocks on the door and finds that it’s open

And it’s just utter chaos

There’s the sound of flames, bubbling, and then a mini explosion

Kesler and Dex emerge from the back room covered in some bubbling purple substance

With eye protection ofc, but their hair and clothes are a mess

Bex slides down the swirly railing squealing, Lex and Rex running after her

They knock down a vase, and Juline sighs as she sweeps up the remains

She looks up to see Keefe and flushes with embarrassment

*cue her scolding Kesler and Dex and telling them to clean themselves up*

They laugh at this, but oblige

Juline then asks if he came there for elixirs

He says no, that he wanted to hang out with Dex and maybe study for midterms

She tells him to wait in Dex’s room so he can clean up, then offers to makes snacks, which he accepts

(She then runs after the triplets to distract them with snow people, but we don’t talk about that)

So Keefe is chilling in Dex’s room when something shiny catches his eye

It’s a gold box, resting on a shelf

And your boy’s impulsivity kicks in, he H A S to know what’s up with this box

So he gets up to look at it, and that’s when he finally takes a moment to see just how many inventions Dex had created

There’s a few crates on the floor below the shelves of just blueprints and sketches for different prototypes

He starts sifting through them when Dex comes into the room

“What are you doing?”

*panics* “What are YOU doing?”

Keefe then realizes part of Dex’s hair is dyed purple from whatever substance exploded

“hA, you’re a grape”

*eye rolling* “Hilarious”

Keefe tells him that he should approach the Council with some of his inventions, or at the very least, Lady Iskra

Dex winces, and reminds him of how the ability restrictor went

“This is different,” Keefe insists. “The least you can do is tell your Technopathy mentor.”

Dex says some stuff that reveals his self-doubt, feelings of not having a purpose, shame, loneliness, etc.

And Keefe is like ??? Not a vibe

So he hugs Dex tightly and tells him how much he means to him

Dex squeaks and blushes a bit

He then has a moment of “why am I blushing, this is just my friend being supportive. Right?”

Keefe realizes he’s been holding onto him for a while and slowly pulls away

To change the subject, he makes Dex show him each and every blueprint and machine he’s made

This easily goes into the evening, and Keefe decides he’ll sleep over

He helps Dex narrow it down to 10 inventions that he’ll show Lady Iskra next class

Dex then asks if he wants to study for midterms

To which Keefe responds with “No studying, we die like warriors!”

And Dex is already pretty much set, so he suggests they play a human game, any game that Sophie got for him

Keefe searches through the box of games and his eyes land on Twister

He skims the description and is dead set on playing it

He shoves it in Dex’s face

And Dex, having the knowledge of the types of tension that can arise refuses profusely, turning very red

“Are you a tomato or a grape? You have to choose.”

Dex blushes even more, and pushes the game away

“No,” Dex repeats.

“C’mon Dexinator. Please?”

Dex chances a glance at his friend, who is making puppy eyes, and his heart melts

The only thing going through his head is ‘Why is he so cute?’

Dex shakes his head violently, he’s not supposed to think like that. This is his FRIEND. Nothing more

But Keefe has moved closer, bringing his pleas and pouts with him

Dex realizes how close they are and time kinda slows

His brain feels like mush and he gets butterflies in his stomach

He has this moment where he realizes “this is the same thing I thought I felt for Sophie”

And so he gets really confused with his labels. Was he gay, but misplacing his feelings? Was he bi? Was he pan?

Keefe gave no time for him to think about this, and using his height to his advantage, draped himself over Dex

“Come oooonnnn, let’s play Twisterrrrrr”

Dex shoves him off playfully. If this is how he feels, he might as well spare his poor heart another panic attack from their proximity

“Fine, one round.”

“YES! Point for the Keefester!”

So they set up the mat in the room and take turns spinning the wheel

Keefe always takes the spot farthest from him, just to create a challenge

5 minutes in and Keefe is in a bridge position

A few moves later and Dex is in a push-up position directly over him

Keefe is now experiencing peak *gay panic*

So to attempt to break the tension, he says, “Gonna give me twenty?”

“Twenty kisses”

Dex did NOT mean to say that out loud and internally curses himself

“Well, I guess we better start right away”

Dex hesitates, but moves closer

And then there’s a knock on the door

Keefe scrambles out from under him, kicks the Twister mat under the bed, and rests against the wall casually in time for Juline to enter

“I made rifflepuffs!”

“Thanks, mom, can you leave them on the nightstand?”

She does, and once she leaves, Dex makes sure to lock the door

He facepalms before dropping face first onto his bed and letting out a scream into his pillow

Keefe gets up and sits next to him, rubbing his back

“I can sleep on the couch downstairs if you want.”

“No, you can sleep with me”

Realizing what that implied, Dex leaped up and corrected himself

“I meant in the same bed! Like next to each other, sleeping!”

Keefe assures him that he knew what he meant, laughing

“How does Saturday at 6 work for you? The bakery in Atlantis?”

Dex is confused. Keefe actually likes him, too?

“It’s a date”

They continue to hang out, but they recline on each other more casually, trying to see what the other person was comfortable with

Soon enough, it’s dark out, and they pull the covers over themselves

“You know about those twenty kisses...”

“KeEfE-”

Imma do the platonic ones in a bit, my creativity returns from vacation soon

[pixie88]

Pornstar

Chapter 4 - Adam & Ellie.

A/N | I wrote this over a year ago but never published it. I kinda need a break from FF and Choices characters. It’s not really a FF but Adam is base a little on a character on tv, so maybe it is. Let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Summary | Ellie is looking for a flat mate and Adam is looking for a room.

Check previous chapters of Adam & Ellie HERE.

Word count | 1.6k

Warnings | 18 + Only and Fluff.

Pairings | Adam x Ellie

Enjoy!

It's 4 weeks later and I have seen Adam in the pub with his family a couple of times, said hello and asked how he was doing but not had a proper conversation.

It's Friday and I've made the decision that I need a flat mate to help pay the bills utility bills, council tax etc. I put a little ad in the shop window, I'm paying too much attention to it being straight before I notice Adam on the other side of the window.

He knocks against it to get my attention, I look up at him and smile.

He starts to talk and points at the flat mate advert, but I can't hear him, so I gesture this, and he realizes and comes into the shop. "Alright?" I ask "Yeah, I'm good thanks you? So, you're looking for a flat mate?" He points at the advert "Erm... yeah, thought it would be a good idea as I have the flat and shop bills to pay. Seems like the best option really!" He stands like he's lost in thought.

"If it helps, I'm actually looking for somewhere. Jane and her 11pm curfew is annoying and I'm willing to pay what you've advertised. Hell, it's cheaper than the B&B." I take in his words "So..what do you say?" He asks. "Yeah, but won't you want to have a look at the room first?" "I've seen it! So, new flat mate shall we go for a drink to celebrate?" I check the time it's half five, I agree and shut the shop thirty minutes early.

We walk into the pub and behind us is Laura gives us both daggers before she speaks loud enough for us to hear "He said nothing is going on but you don't spend this much time with someone you aren't sleeping with!" I see Adam tense up and I smile at him, so he know she isn't bothering me!

He smiles back before turning to Anna and orders our drinks "Anna, we are celebrating." she smiles "What you guys celebrating?" Adam then speaks up just enough for Laura to hear "Well, your aunt is losing a lodger and this is my new flat mate!" Anna smiles "Oh, she'll miss you, but she'll be glad you found somewhere."

Laura tuts loudly.

Adam turns to her "Have you got something to say?" She looks straight at him. "I wondered how long it would be before you shack up together!" I get annoyed and can't bite my tongue any longer "He has his own room and is paying rent. Maybe that's too complicated for you to know the difference?!" I say as walk out of the pub.

I've had enough of her and her nasty comments.

I haven't done anything wrong. I head towards my flat, but as soon as I cross the road outside the pub.

I hear him calling after me.

"Ellie, wait up!"

My face is hot with anger, he grabs my shoulder and looks me in the eyes. "I'm sorry about her. I provoked her, but I just wanted her to realize I'm over her and I've moving on with my life. She has no right to talk to you like that, not when all of this doesn't involve you. I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shouted and let her get to me!" Adam pulls me into a hug.

"I'm sorry you got pulled into this. How about we go into the city centre for a drink instead?” I pull away. "Yeah, ok we can talk about when you are looking to move in. Oh, there's a new bar! It has really cool cocktails with fire and smoke." he smiles.

"Sounds great. Let's go!" We walked to the train station and get the train into the city centre.

We walk into the bar and ordered our drinks I ordered a *Lightbulb moment* and he ordered a *Dead red zombie* Yes, weird cocktails names but hey they tasted nice.

We chatted about complete rubbish and each time we ordered a new drink we would try a different cocktail by our fifth we were giggling at the most stupidest things.

This is when I knew I'd had enough to drink.

Adam ordered another "You sure, you don't want one more?" He asks me. I shake my head "No, I'm definitely done! But thanks!" He pays the barman.

Another barman walks over with a drink *The new pornstar* he says, Adam looks confused "I didn't order that! I ordered a Gelato." he tells him and the barman points at a guy the other side of the bar "Oh, it's not for you, sir it's for the lady from the gentleman over there in the blue shirt." I look over he smiles and points his drink towards me as if say cheers.

I look at the barman and Adam, who has an annoyed look on his face. Whoa! Is he jealous? No, he can't be! I turn back to the barman and ask him to tell the man thank you, but I would like to send it back as I've had enough.

He takes the drink and another comes over with Adams drink. I watch the barman tell the guy what happen and the guy pulls away from the bar and gets lost in the crowd behind him. Adam downs his drink and seems a bit annoyed.

He pops to the toilet, and the pornstar guy appears in front of me. "Hi" "Hi" I smile back "Sorry about the drink, I hope I haven't pissed off your boyfriend?" "Sorry boyfriend?" I ask, "Yeah, that guy you're with I'm assuming he's your boyfriend."

"Oh, he's not my boyfriend just a friend," I say, he rubs the back of his neck as if he's confused "Oh, right so why did you send it back?" "Because I've had enough to drink!" I tell him, "Oh ok, so if I was to give you my number, I wouldn't be standing on anyone's toes?" He smiles.

"No, you're more than welcome to, but I can't promise that I'll actually use it!" I laugh, he puts his number into my phone.

Just then Adam appears looking annoyed still "Alright, Ellie?" I smile at him "Yeah, just thanking this man for my drink. Sorry I realize I don't know your name!" "Just have a look in your phone and spot the new contact!" He winks.

"Right shall we go?" I turn to Adam, he is shooting the pornstar guy a look that could kill. Oh my god, he is jealous it's clear on his face. HE IS JEALOUS!! "Yeah let's go! I've had enough. See you around." Adam offers his arm as we leave - This is new he's never done that before.

We wait at the train station in silence!

He speaks and breaks it "Are you going to call that guy?" I turn to look at him, he actually seems nervous waiting for my answer. The guy was good looking but definitely not my type. I want to say I like you, but I can’t.

"Nah, probably not! I mean, who buys a girl you have never met a PORNSTAR??? Really?" I say he seems to be happy with my answer. "Yeah, you're right!" He says. "Plus, he's definitely not my type long hair big NO! I don't want to have to fight with someone over my hair dryer or straighteners which he clearly uses!" We both laugh.

He pulls out his wallet to get his train ticket out when the spa vouchers I brought him a few weeks ago fall onto the floor he picks them up! "Oh, I completely forgot about these!" he says and flips them to look at the back. "Oh, I might go tomorrow!" He says. "Oooo have fun. Maybe, it will de-stress you!" I say playfully.

"How about we go?" He asks, "Huh?" "Me and you! We should go!" "No, Adam! I brought them for you to use." "I am, but I don't want to go on my own!"

"But I have work tomorrow I've got to clean down the shelves and re-dress the window..." "Can't that be done Sunday? Come on, I'll help you Sunday! How about that?" He give me that smile that makes my heart skip a beat. I laugh, "You really won't take no for an answer will you?" "Nope," he grins. I roll my eyes "But you can't just turn up" I tell him.

He gets his phone out, to check online "They have  five pm slot. Is that ok?" He asks "Adam, you do know it's over an hour and a half drive away."

He books a spa treatment package "We will leave at 2, grab some lunch on the way there and book the hotel while we are there. Separate rooms of course. The vouchers need to be used up so might as well." he really isn't taking no for an answer.

"Ok, fine. I'll go with you on one condition" I tell him, "O.....kay?" He smiles "I'm driving." He laughs, "Hey, I'm not going to say no to riding in style" he says as the train arrives, we get on.

We get back home within ten minutes and he looks at his watch and starts to panics "10:57......three minutes to get home before Jane locks me out!" He says and I laugh, "You better run then!" He smiles "Yeah, better run. I will see you tomorrow Ellie!" "See ya!" he starts running off round the corner.

I get home and get into bed.

Once I change into my pajamas and think about what happened today. He was definitely jealous of the pornstar guy then inviting me to a spa with him? Flirty vibes? Definitely even the pornstar guy noticed he was jealous! Oh well, we will see what happens tomorrow.

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 5.

@txemrn​ @khoicesbyk​ @lem-20​

[lunar-writings-love]

College!AU - Seonghwa (ateez)

I’ll be doing a college!au series of every ateez member and I thought I’d start off with Seonghwa because ,, yes 

Author’s note: it’s a bullet fic 

warnings: SUPER SOFT HOURS and also cussing i guess?

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Seonghwa: 

okay so ,, seonghwa i love him but that’s beside the point 

seonghwa’s majoring in biology

he’s a third year so he’ll be declaring his major soon and he’s thinking about narrowing his field of study a bit 

he doesn’t know to what exactly yet (anything but molecular biology 

he just ,, can’t with molecular biology that shit’s wack) 

seonghwa’s also minoring in nutrition

which makes sense,,,

i mean the boy carries around those organic, all natural, fun-free snacks; expecting for the members to eat them, not understanding WHY they all run away screaming when he pulls out his kale chips with non-dairy cheese

he’s super into fitness and keeping his own body healthy, so he’s always trying new recipes, keeping watch of his calorie and sugar intake,

he tried the keto diet, but then realized it did virtually nothing for him so now he just chose to increase his protein intake and work out more in the hopes of developing muscle (he can’t have jongho bullying him forever)

he regularly works out too and doesn’t understand why there always seems to be so many people taking breaks at the water-fountains near the treadmills where he runs whenever he works out 

at the university he shares his dorm room with hongjoong 

they bicker a lot and since seonghwa is always cleaning and cooking for the other boys, he’s earned himself the nickname mom

he doesn’t like it, but oh well

anything for his babies

seonghwa is also involved in a lot of different activities: he’s part of the school’s hip-hop dance team, is the treasurer for the university’s speech and debate club, etc.

he always takes part in the annual dorm cook-off (he never wins because he doesn’t understand that college kids want greasy food, not his fucking zucchini noodles zoodles)

he also show’s up to every member’s event/recital/performance etc. and cheers louder than any other person for his boys 

“YES THAT’S MY FRIEND DO YOU SEE HIM! GO JONGHO!”

jongho: oh my god, stop it mom

now, you were close friends with some of the other first years at the university 

you and jongho were neighbors growing up and when you found out the two of you would be going to the same uni you were ecstatic!

so naturally, since jongho was your closest friend in college, he often invited you to hang out with his other friends 

you had met seonghwa a couple of times before and found him to be absolutely drop-dead gorgeous 

you may have even developed a small crush on him after he offered to walk you to your dorm one night after hanging out with the boys but oh well you would never dare to say that out loud 

he was so nice, and strong, and hot, and nice, and funny, and kind, and nice, and you were ,,,, hopeless

but you figured an amazing and wonderful guy like him would never go for an awkward first year like you, so you just bottled those feelings up and shelved it 

you were a linguistics major, focusing on social linguistics 

you could rave for hours and hours about phonetics or the development of language

once the boys invited you and jongho over for late night snacks and after asking you about your major you went on a 13 minute spiel on the development of romantic languages and while the boys all started to ignore you after the first 2 minutes, seonghwa listened and thought it was cute 

so yeah ,,, you were so, so smart 

but when it came to anything science related , you were lost 

STEM subjects were really not your forte

you barely scraped through calculus and chemistry throughout high school, but biology, holy shit where do you even begin on that 

you couldn’t memorize cell functions or neuron transmitters to save your life and as your professor delved deeper and deeper into cellular biology, your grade sunk deeper and deeper 

you were desperate 

you pulled all-nighters at the library just to barely get passing grades on tests

you were getting seriously stressed and anxious, your mental health plummeting as the year progressed 

jongho found you for the hundredth time at the university library at four in the morning attempting to memorize evolutionary pathways  

he would never say it out loud because he’S a MaN, but he was worried about you and your mental health 

he coaxed you back into your room, and instantly had an idea 

whY NoT HavE SeoNgHwA tEacH YoU bIoloGy :O !!

when he told you a few hours later you screeched 

no

no way 

seonghwa must already think you’re weird, but stupid on top of that ??

no, sorry but not even you deserved that type of embarrassment 

jongho ignored you though and the very next day you were in seonghwa’s dorm room sitting near his desk as he opened up your biology book 

you wanted to die 

if possible, you wanted the ground to swallow you up whole and spit you out again years later as a successful and well-known linguist

please lord this is unfair the love of your life seonghwa teaching you biology was not okay please send you back to your dorm please please 

alas, life was never kind to you 

“so what are you struggling with?”

“everything”

“oh”

seonghwa was so patient with you though 

he meticulously went through the textbook and really made sure you understood the subjects before moving onto the next one 

you don’t even know how, but he made learning about macromolecules sexy mmmm

you were finally beginning to understand biology 

this arrangement had been going on for a few weeks now and your midterm for the class was soon approaching  

you were scared shitless 

yes, seonghwa was helping you, and yes, you were doing better on your tests and projects, but a midterm grade meant a lot and you could not afford to have to retake this class or have your final grade depend on the final test 

you were s t r e s s e d

and seonghwa caught on pretty quickly 

you had dark circles under your eyes 

you lost some weight 

you had breakdowns every day and seonghwa’s heart ached everytime he saw you like that 

he promised you he’d help you get a B on your midterm 

you didn’t think it’d be possible, but he swore on it and he was cute so you just went along with it 

the last chapter that would be covered on the midterm was ,, you guessed it ,,, molecular biology :’))))

it’s not that seonghwa was bad at the subject, he actually found genomics super interesting 

it’s just, it was way too much information to handle and trying to memorize all of that was a pain in the ass 

but when you guys had your next study session, seonghwa brushed up on his dna forensics and sat you right down

he was going to make you understand 

to be honest, as he explained chromosomes, gene therapy, and the likes to you ,,, you were lost as fuck 

what in the shit was cell division 

but you put up with it and paid close attention ,, your grade depended on you to understand this mess 

you guys had two weeks until your test, and after one week of teaching you molecular biology, that left you and seonghwa a week for you to review 

your review for the test took place at his dorm in case you had any questions and had to ask him anything

he’d go to the kitchen hall and make you some healthy snacks to get your brain juice flowing as you sat on his bed reviewing meiosis and dna replication 

to be honest, over the past couple of months seonghwa had been teaching you biology, you guys grew super close 

you were constantly over at his dorm

you two were always talking to each other 

when you and the boys met up, instead of sitting next to jongho you gradually moved to sit next to seonghwa much to hongjoong and jongho’s disapproval 

they missed their best friends :(((

but all the boys thought you two were super cute and watched from at the sidelines as your guys’ romance progressed  

if possible, these months with seonghwa made you fall even more for him 

it got way past of just being a crush, you were pretty sure you loved him 

you even grew to enjoy his weird avocado brownies and zoodles, and if that isn’t true love then i don’t know what is

it finally got around to being the day before your test and you were a n x i o u s as fuck 

even seonghwa was nervous for you ,, the week prior he had been talking hongjoong’s ear off about you and this damn test 

hongjoong couldn’t handle it anymore for the love of God someone please get these two together just make-out or something he didn’t want to hear about you anymore

you were at your dorm studying polymers, when you heard a knock at your door 

it was seonghwa gasp who would’ve known :)))

in his hand was take-out 

“sorry i’m a fake health fanatic i eat hella junk food when i’m nervous so i brought us burgers and fries and milkshakes and let me inside your dorm i need to sit down this is so nerve wracking”

you couldn’t help but laugh as you moved out of the way to let him inside 

“thanks seonghwa”

you two ate your burgers in silence before it got too awkward and you tried to make things better 

“i’m studying polymers right now, it’s not as bad as i thought it would be”

“See!! i’m glad you’re understanding biology. it’s a really cool subject when you understand the mechanics behind it”

“i guess so”

he stayed at your dorm room a few more hours reviewing subjects with you 

before you knew it, it was 10 at night and it was past seonghwa’s bed time (hA oLd man)

he told you to quickly take a shower and go to bed because you had to be well rested for your test tomorrow 

you agreed 

it was silent for a while, an unfamiliar awkward tension filled the air before seonghwa hugged you “byegoodlucktomorrowtextmewhenyou’redoneyou’lldogreatbye”

he then zoomed out your room 

you were a blushing mess as you closed your dorm room and got your bathroom supplies ready 

fuck you were in love with park seonghwa

the next morning, you took your midterm and were surprised that you actually knew what the fuck was going on 

dna replication? check 

evolutionary pathways? check 

lipids and cell functions? check 

oH mY gOD yOU UNDERSTOOD BIOLOGY !!1

you handed in your midterm and walked outside the lecture hall, you felt good about the test but you would only know your grade a week later 

as you left the hall someone grabbed onto your shoulders 

it was seonghwa

“WELL HOW DID IT GO?”

“I UNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING ON THE TEST, I MEAN I CAN’T GUARANTEE ANYTHING BUT AT LEAST I KNEW WHAT THE QUESTIONS WERE ASKING”

he hugged you super hard and you two excitedly talked about the midterm 

he even took you out to ice cream to treat you 

“shouldn’t I be treating you for helping me so much?”

“hush and just let it happen”

“okay mOm”

it was at times like these you really, really wanted to kiss him 

but alas, he wasn’t yours to kiss 

and it was also at times like these, seonghwa really, really wanted to kiss you 

so the moral of the story is that both of you were idiots

a week later, it was time for the boys’ weekly friday night movie time and you were running a bit late 

they were all gathered in hongjoong and seonghwa’s room since it was the biggest (ahh the perks of being upperclassmen) when suddenly you opened the door and hurled in, your eyes wide and crazed

“SEONGHWA I GOT AN A ON MY MIDTERM”

“WHAT OH MY GOD REALLY?!?”

he ran over to you and picked you up spinning you around as you both laughed in disbelief 

you don’t know how you pulled that off you were a dumbass how did you get an A on your biology midterm??

then as soon as he put you down and you looked up at him, bam he kissed you 

you were :OOO

jongho was :OOO

all the boys were :OOO

except for hongjoong who was like ;)))

and then as soon as y’all were done, seonghwa realized what he did 

and in front of the Kids TOO 

“oh shit i’m so sorry i don’t know why i did th-”

you cut him off with another kiss uwu

all the boys cheered and catcalled you guys 

you guys were both blushing but you didn’t care because 

1) you and park seonghwa kissed

2) you got an a on your biology midterm

you guys held hands and did cute shit as you sat down next to seonghwa to watched the horror movie jongho picked for this week 

wooyoung was shitting his pants 

as the movie played on tho, jongho slowly looked backwards towards seonghwa and said 

“seonghwa i don’t care if you’re older than me if you break y/n’s heart i swear to Jesus i’ll castrate you”

and seonghwa believed him ashjgjasha have you seen that boy’s arms ??!

seonghwa assured jongho that he would never do that to you

things lightened up again and jongho smugly said you guys should treat him to dinner since he was the mastermind behind your love 

you flipped him off

anyways, that’s the story of how you and seonghwa became the university’s cutest couple 

the cute linguistics major and the hot biology major 

you guys had cute food dates, and you even agreed to go to the gym with seonghwa

surprisingly, people stopped coming to the water fountain a few days after you started working out with him

you scared them off after telling them to stop ogling at your boyfriend HA 

seonghwa also finally decided he wanted to major specifically in cellular biology

and you supported him all the way 

you mans was going places, doing things, getting his deGrEE

then one night as you two were up as you ranted about the social impacts of language and the human conditioning of language to seonghwa he pulled you closer and kissed you because honestly he loved hearing you talk about linguistics but he couldn’t handle it anymore please it’s 3 in the morning 

you cuddled into him 

he was almost dozing off when suddenly you spoke up from the crook of his neck 

“seonghwa?”

“hmm?”

“my biology final is in three weeks”

at that moment, he was alert and awake again 

all he did was sigh as he kissed the top of your head

here you guys went again 

~~~~

HOLY SHIT THIS WAS SO LONG AND IT TOOK ME FOREVER BUT I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS. LISTEN SOFT AND DOMESTIC COLLEGE STUDENT PARK SEONGHWA MAKES ME REALLY SOFT AND I JUST WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW THAT. 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN SO FEEL FREE TO SEND IN YOUR REQUESTS!

i think the next member i’ll write about is Hongjoong so wait for that because it’ll be out soon!

thanks and love you guys!

- luna 

[betelgeusessonajblog]

AJ’s Teen Years Part 10

AJ and, Carlos walk down the streets of Monstropolis one sunny afternoon, Carlos had needed to do a bit of shopping and AJ wanted to get out of the apartment for a while.

They had picked up a couple of things already and were headed to Carlos’ car, AJ looks through some windows as they walked before stopping in his tracks at one large building that read ‘The Magic Box’ on the sign above the door.

AJ stared at the sign as Carlos continued walking towards the car, unaware that AJ had stopped for a good few moments before he turned around and saw the young lizard looking inside the window.

Carlos tilts his head then makes his way towards AJ “Alex? honey are you alright?” he asked as he got closer to which AJ just nodded.

“Y-Yeah I’m fine...just...this shop seems rather cool....” AJ said as he looked at some of the stuff on display in the large window.

Carlos looks up at the store sign “It’s a magic shop, they opened here a few days ago. Do you want to go inside? I’ll take the shopping to the car and meet you back here.”

AJ nods a little before he put his hand on the door handle to open it but was stopped by Carlos whom was holding fifty dollars in his hand “In case you see something you want to buy.” he smiled

AJ returns the smile as he took the money and walked inside, the small bell above the door rings as he enters. He looks at all the shelves and things out on display in the shop as he walked around. He stops in front of a book shelf that had a large number of spell books.

AJ looks over the shelf carefully before seeing a large one on a table nearby, it was a quite thick and, large book that looked rather old. He begins looking through the book carefully, reading all of the various spells.

Just then an employee taps AJ on the shoulder, startling him causing him to let out a yelp “I’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you.” the employee said, a very apologetic look on his face

“N-No it’s okay, i was just looking at this book.” AJ explained as he turned his head back to the book

“It’s called the Book of Shadows, it’s one of the biggest spell books the world has ever known. No one has ever wanted it though, most read it but get bored of reading it after a few moments.” The employee explained

“...H-How much...is it?” AJ asked as he looked back at the book, for some reason he felt almost drawn to this book. Out of all of the books in the store, this one he felt drawn to.

“You want to buy it?” The employee asked, a shocked look on his face.

AJ nods a little “Y-Yeah, I’d like to buy it.”

“Are you interested in magic at all?” The employee asked, feeling curious.

“N-Normally I’m not but...this place caught my eye and it seemed really cool. I kinda...felt drawn to this book.” AJ explained, blushing a little feeling as though what he was saying was really stupid.

The employee couldn’t help but give a small smile, he liked hearing people take an interest in magic though it did surprise him that AJ said he was ‘drawn’ to the book but decided to shrug it off for now “It’s $50.” he said

“Oh, I’ve got that. I’ll take it.” AJ said with a smile, feeling rather excited to get into magic though he didn’t know why. Maybe it was the chance to learn something new, maybe it was cause magic was always mysterious kinda like him.

The employee smiled as he and AJ made their way over to the cash register, AJ carrying the Book of Shadows in his hands. After a couple of minutes of talking, AJ asking a few questions about various magic related things wanting to know as much as he could.

AJ hands the money over then puts his new spell book into a plastic bag then says goodbye before walking out of the store. From what AJ was told this spell book was a combination of Beginner, Advanced and, Expert level spells and, curses.

He felt really excited about learning magic, he saw it as a challenge and something fun to do. AJ smiles as he waves at Carlos as he got close to the car. He still had no idea why he felt drawn to the spell book but he wasn’t going to complain.

“What did you buy?” Carlos asked with a smile

AJ holds up the bag “A spell book called The Book of Shadows, it’s apparently like the ultimate kinda book with all kinds of spells in it.” he explained as he stopped at the passenger side of the car.

“Oh? That’s good to hear. I will say this, Alex. Please, be careful with what you do, don’t do anything that you aren’t ready for. I don’t want you getting hurt.” Carlos pleaded with a concerned look on his face.

“I promise, Carlos I won’t do anything I’m not ready for.” AJ said as Carlos unlocked the door. The pair climbed into the car then put their seat belts on, AJ looks at Carlos and asks “Are...Are you...okay with what I’m doing? learning to practice magic....i mean...it’s...” AJ started to say before Carlos interrupted

“I’m alright with it, Alex. I want you to be safe, I want you to be happy.” Carlos smiled before hugging AJ “I know that you think it’s really weird or unusual etc but I promise you, this is fine.”

“You’re...okay with all this weird stuff?” AJ asked as he hugged Carlos back.

Carlos nods with a smile “Of course, everything about you makes you unique, your ghost powers make you special. To be perfectly honest when I was a child I loved magic based things, always found it so interesting and mind-blowing.”

AJ smiled a little as he pulled away “Yeah? that’s awesome.”

Carlos turns around to start the car “Let’s go home, hon.” he said still smiling as he starts the car up.

A while later they arrived back at the apartment, AJ was super excited to start reading his spell book. He and, Carlos grabbed the groceries out of the trunk of the car before heading upstairs. They packed away the groceries then AJ went into his room with his spell book to begin reading it.

He lays on his stomach reading through the Index side of the book which told him the types of spells that it had inside.

Something ended up catching AJ’s eye at some point which caused him to flip through the pages until he reached the page. He sits up and begins reading it over carefully. His eyes widened as he continued to what appeared to be a curse. And what was this curse that he read? it was the one that created him...though he wasn’t one-hundred percent sure, something told him this HAD to be the one.

He stands up then puts his chair in front of his bedroom door before AJ picks up some chalk he’d picked up in case he ever needed it. AJ draws a door on the empty wall of his room then knocks three times on it.

The door opens, a bright light coming out from it. Without a second thought, AJ walks through the door, closing it behind himself as he quickly walked through the streets of the Netherworld.

AJ KNEW this was a bad idea, he knew that there was a possibility that he could run into that asshole father of his or he could get attacked by people angry to see him again but he had to know, he HAD to know if the curse that he had found in his book was the exact one that made him, in a weird way he wanted some closure.

For all he knew, what he was told at a young age may not have been true. For all he knew, the priest COULD HAVE been lying to him because he was Betelgeuse’s son.

After a while AJ finally arrives at the Voodoo Priest’s house, he knocks on the door loudly then awaits on the man to answer the door.

Eventually the door opens revealing the Voodoo Priest behind it whom stands with a confused look on his face upon seeing AJ “What...are you doing here?” he asked as he stared at AJ.

“....i...I bought this...spell book recently and found a page on curses. I found one that spoke about cursing something to make them mortal for a short period of time....that’s the one you used on him isn’t it?” AJ asked as he looked back at the priest, neither of them breaking eye contact with each other “I just want..closure I guess.” he continued.

“...Yes, it is...it’s the same one I used on him. There is only one curse like that in existence so it is without a doubt the one that discovered in your book.” The priest said chuckling a little “Why did you come here? was it for closure? or was it to find out if I was lying?”

“...Both....closure and to find out the truth. I was a FUCKING CHILD when you told me that i wasn’t meant to exist! WHO DOES THAT!?!?!” AJ shouted in anger

The Voodoo Priest remained silent as he looked at AJ before eventually saying “Is that everything you wanted to say? allow me to explain to you WHY I said that: I do not care about you. You are just the result of a curse, one that was meant to teach your father a lesson. Unfortunately, it did not teach him a thing. Maybe, I should have undone things sooner then you wouldn’t have been born.” he didn’t wait for AJ to reply before slamming the door in his face.

AJ growls a little as he walked back home very, very angry at what happened. As soon as he gets into his room, he climbs onto his bed then buries his face into the pillows and lets out a long frustrated scream before he began sobbing softly at what the priest said.

Once again he was reminded that he was just something that was never meant to exist, he was the result of some twisted attempt to teach Betelgeuse a lesson. AJ rubs his eyes after a minute then sits up “...I may be something that shouldn’t exist...but I have someone that loves me. Carlos treats me like family. Makes me feel like I belong somewhere...” he thought to himself before he looked at the spell book then picked it up and put it on his bookshelf.

He then joins Carlos in the living room with a small smile, Carlos greeted him with a warm smile before AJ hugs Carlos tightly.

“What brought this on, Alex?” Carlos asked as he returned the hug.

AJ sighed as he explained what happened and how he found the curse, spoke to the Voodoo Priest and what he told AJ.

“Oh Alex, honey....I’m sorry he was a dick to you...” Carlos said as he kept hugging AJ for a few minutes. 

“i’m glad that I have you as my family, Carlos....I can never thank you enough for being there for me...” AJ said as he pulled away from the hug with a small smile.

AJ and, Carlos sit down and, watch a few movies together for a few hours until Carlos had to leave for work whilst AJ went into his room and began to read a book that Carlos had bought him a few days ago. He stayed up for a few hours until he fell asleep at his desk, book still in hand.

[aelia-likes-monsters]

Loving Sophia (Part Two)

Characters: Human female, Genderfluid Neko Reader Content: NSFW, D/s, femdom, gentle domination, praise, petplay, cat-person, fingering, blowjobs, snuggling, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, poly romance, lesbian situations, spanking, etc.   **Tags are subject to change, so please check each part individually before reading. ** Wordcount: ~5000 Also posted on: Wattpad  Other Parts: Part One

Notes: This is Part Two of a rather long commission for @omg-i-love-otters.  Part One was updated as of April 2019 to reflect new pronouns/gender for the reader, at the request of the commissioner. Understanding this part requires reading Part One.

Part Two

It's been a few months since Sophia found you and took you in. You're fully healed now, but you aren't going anywhere; she's informed you that you're her precious kitten, and she's keeping you. She's made you feel like you belong for the first time ever, and because of that you feel like you owe her everything. You work hard, taking care of her home, and she rewards you because of it.

Today's different though. Today you've made a mistake.

You had been dusting the shelves and daydreaming about last night's reward--Miss Sophia had let you sleep naked in bed with her--when you'd knocked a vase to the ground. It had fractured into thousands of pieces. You'd frozen, staring at the wreckage.

You don't know how Miss Sophia is going to react; you haven't been in real trouble before now. Sure, there have been small, playful punishments like light spankings and teasing. This is different, and if you're honest with yourself, you're a little afraid; maybe she's going to throw you out. You don't know, and it's scary. For the rest of the afternoon you're in a bit of a daze, but you work hard to get everything perfect so there aren't more reasons to be mad.

When she gets home that night, you're waiting by the door. You're on your knees with your collar on and your head bowed. Your hands are resting in your lap, and you're trying to stay calm. You think it will be okay. You hope it will be okay.

"Sawyer?" She asks, surprise clear in her voice. Normally when she gets home you're hard at work, so this is different. "Is everything alright?

"Miss Sophia, I'm sorry." You say, looking at your lap. "I broke a vase."

"Oh baby," She says, reaching out and ruffling your hair. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, Miss Sophia." You nod.

"Which vase was it?"

"The green one, on the bookshelf in the den."

"Oh." You feel the weight of the pause after that word, and know she is upset. "That was one of my favorites."

You clench your hands against your thighs and wait. You're quivering, fear and anticipation flooding your body in equal parts. You're still not sure which way this is going to go.

"Look at me." She says, her voice stern. You shiver, but make yourself look up at her. "You're going to have to be punished; I can't let you break my things without consequence. But after that, when you've paid the price, we'll be fine again."

"Okay, Miss Sophia." You say, and though your stomach has been twisting in knots since the vase shattered earlier today, you know she's telling you the truth.

"What's your color, Sawyer?" Her violet eyes are locked on your face, checking to make sure you're okay. You remember the colors, but you need to think. Are you okay? Can you continue? Or do you need to slow down for a few minutes?

"Green, Miss Sophia," you answer her. And you know you're telling the truth. You're nervous, but you're no longer afraid. Sophia has always told you the truth, even when it's not something you're going to love hearing, and that means that you can trust her right now. She's going to punish you, and then it's going to be okay.

"Go upstairs, take off all your clothes, and lay down on your bed." She says. "Put your hands on the headboard, and stretch your legs out straight, and wait. I'll be up when I'm ready."

You do what she asks, heading to your bedroom, and stripping. Today's clothes go into the laundry basket in the corner (Miss Sophia hates messes) and then you lay down in the bed in the position she asked for and you wait. You listen, your cat-ears twitching as you pick up the noises of Miss Sophia moving around downstairs. It sounds like she's going through her normal evening routine without you. Frustration burns through you, but you maintain the position she asked you to wait in; she could come up here at any time.

Eventually, after what feels like an eternity has passed, you hear Miss Sophia on the stairs. She walks right past your bedroom door, heading to her own room, and doesn't even spare a glance your way. You bite back a sigh, and continue to wait. At least the house is warm, so you're comfortable while you wait. This could be so much worse.

The shower turns on in her room. You listen to the sounds of her washing herself. You think about last week, when she let you shower with her; the way her soft skin had felt when she'd let you touch her. You're half-hard just thinking about it, which is how she finds you when she walks into your room a few minutes later, wearing nothing but a towel.

"My goodness, Sawyer." She says, looking you over, her soft lips turned up into a smile. Her bright red-orange hair is damp from the shower, hanging loose around her shoulders, and her skin is flushed from the warmth. "Was someone thinking dirty thoughts while they waited?"

You blush, but under the weight of her violet eyes, you feel your cock hardening further. She's so beautiful, and you love when she looks at you like this. Right now though, you're ashamed, because you're supposed to be in trouble, and it's turning you on so much.

"Answer me." She says, one dark brow twitching upward.

"Yes, Miss Sophia." You answer her.

She sits down at the foot of your bed, and leans against the footboard, crossing one long, bare leg over the other.

"Tell me what you were thinking about." she orders, her voice leaving no room for you to disobey.

"I was thinking about when we showered last week," You tell her, trying to look at her when you speak; you know she prefers that, but you're embarrassed. She is so beautiful and in control. You like dirty jokes, but talking about your fantasies like this is different. Telling Miss Sophia how you think about her is different. "How soft your skin is, how your boobs felt in my hands, and how nice it was."

"Yeah?" Sophia shifts, letting the towel fall away so she's naked in front of you. Her hands run over her breasts as you talk about them. You see her sweet, heart-shaped nipples, and the way she tweaks the pierced tips. You wish those were your hands, but you don't dare move. "It would be fun to do that again, but someone was naughty today."

One of her hands slides down her belly, and between her thighs. She strokes herself a few times, then shifts so you can see what she's doing. Her pussy is dripping wet, and she's stroking herself slowly, drawing out her pleasure as you watch helplessly from nearby. You're rock hard at the sight of her, and you wish she'd reach over and touch you; that's probably all it would take for you to cum right now.

"To think, I had been planning on giving my good girl a reward," She purrs, her free hand playing with her nipples. "Do you think you still deserve it, Kitten?"

It's a trap. You know it.

"That's up to you, Miss Sophia." You answer, your eyes locked on her hand as it slides through her silky folds.

"Yes, it is." She says, and she brings herself over the edge, her back arching, making the gasping noises that you love to hear. Her olive complexion is flushed, her head flung back. It's a beautiful sight, and it hurts to watch it from here.

You think you whimper. You want to touch her, or yourself, so badly. Instead, you press your hands harder against the headboard and struggle to hold your position.

Sophia relaxes by increments. When her eyes flutter back open, she looks at you. Your hands are still on the headboard, and you haven't moved a muscle. She crawls over to you, and places a gentle kiss on your forehead, but she doesn't touch you anywhere else.

"You can relax now, Kitten, but no touching yourself. You don't get to orgasm tonight." Her voice is soft. She kisses you again, this time on your cheek. "You did so good. I'm proud of you."

"Yes, Miss Sophia." You say. You're thrilled that she's proud of you, and frustrated that she's denying you an orgasm. You knew what you were agreeing to months ago when you said yes to being her pet, but you've never really been punished like this before, and it's hard.

She kisses you softly one more time before leaving, telling you to get dressed in pajamas and come eat dinner. The rest of the night passes like normal, except you can't get the memory of watching her touch herself out of your head.

The next morning you wake up as Sophia is getting ready for work. She smiles at you when you poke your head into her bedroom to see where she is. She's half dressed; wearing her scrub top, but not her pants yet, and your eyes are drawn to her long, gorgeous legs. Her hip tattoo is clearly visible, and you look at the flowers there for too long. Sophia catches your gaze, and winks at you, clearly in a good mood.

"If you're very good today, I might have a special treat for you tonight." She says, pinning her hair up.

"Okay." You say. "Where's my list?"

"So," She slants you another look, and it's wicked. "I decided I'm still a little annoyed at you breaking my vase." As she speaks, she bends over to get scrub-pants from the bottom drawer of her dresser, giving you a view of her beautiful ass, covered in the tiniest scrap of lacy panties. She's playing with you, almost like a cat with a mouse. (The parallel annoys you, but it's the most accurate you can think of.) "I hid your list. You have to find it."

"Miss Sophia!" You protest. "That's not fair!"

She laughs, and it's a beautiful sound. You like when she's happy like this, but you wish it wasn't at your expense.

"You're so cute when you're mad." She moves in close to you, and strokes your cheek. You lean into her hand. "If you fail, I'm going to have to punish you again." With that she gives you the lightest of slaps on the side of your face.

You're hard as a rock in your sleep pants. Part of you wants to fail this task, but the rest of you thinks that the reward for rising to this challenge is going to be worth it.

She leaves for work, with the promise that she'll be back for lunch like normal. You give her a goodbye kiss, and she tells you that she's looking forward to seeing what you can do. That's when you decide you have to complete her challenge.

You search high and low for the list, checking both bedrooms, the office, and the downstairs living room and den. Half the list is tucked into her underwear drawer, along with a note calling you "naughty" with a kiss-mark in her favorite lipstick on it.

At the bottom of that note are new orders; something she's never asked of you before. She wants you to edge yourself for her. Twice today, you're to get right to the point of orgasm and then stop. You stare at that for a long time. She has no way of knowing you listened, but that's what all of this is about, isn't it?

"Fuck." You say, imagining the wicked smile she must have had when she wrote that down.

You stare at the note for a long time before deciding to get to work on that right now. You're already half-hard, just from seeing her writing telling you to edge.

You undo your pants and pull yourself out. You think about Miss Sophia in her tiny panties this morning, the way the lacy bits hid her pussy from your view when she bent over. You let your mind run away with you, imagining pulling that lace aside and tasting her. You're right at the edge quickly, too quickly, and it's so hard to stop.

But you do, because Miss Sophia has asked it, and you're her good girl.

You close your eyes, and take deep breaths, and remind yourself that this is going to be worth it. You need to find the rest of the list, and do all the chores. You have to have tonight's reward. The other half is in the freezer; this note reminds you to 'keep it chill.'

You roll your eyes at the pun, but scan this list, too. No new sexy orders, but there's a note about her thinking there's rats in the pantry. She wants her kitten to take care of it.

You decide to start there. Yep. There's rats, you can smell them. You remember seeing humane traps in the garage, so you get them setup, and then get to work on everything else. You turn on some music and dance around the house as you work, in a good mood despite yesterday's punishment. Somehow, getting in trouble has made you feel more secure here in Miss Sophia's home. It's like knowing that she'll keep you even if you mess up has made it safer.

Near lunchtime you set the table and prep some food, wearing the cute apron--it has cat shaped pockets--that Sophia brought home as a present for you one day. When food is ready, you do the dishes. Between the music, and the water running, you don't hear the front door, and she actually manages to sneak up on you.

"What do we have here?" She asks from right behind you.

You jump, and spin around, your heart in your throat. She's standing so close you can feel her body heat. She has you trapped against the counter, and she's got a smile on her face that would have your heart racing even if you hadn't just been frightened.

"Look at this little cutie in my kitchen." She purrs, leaning down, her lips brushing against your earlobe. You shiver. Every time her skin touches yours, it's like a spark of electricity jolts through you. "Working so hard. Earning kisses. Do you want kisses, Kitten?"

"Please, Miss Sophia." If your voice is little more than a whimper, neither of you mind.

Her lips are on yours, her mouth firm and demanding. Her tongue is in your mouth, tangling with yours, teasing you. The split end and stud in her tongue are strange but familiar by now. She holds you, one of her arms around your waist, the other cupping your jaw. Your hands come up and grip her arms, holding yourself up as your knees go weak. She laughs, and the sound goes straight to your crotch.

You're breathing hard when she releases you, and you know your skin is flushed with desire. She smiles at you, and licks her lips as she steps back. You watch her, and wish begging for more would get you something, but you know from experience it won't.

"What's for lunch?" She asks, looking calm and unaffected except for the way her skin is a little more rosy than usual.

Lunch is over too quickly. Sophia gives you another quick kiss before she leaves (this one much less intense) and reminds you not to touch yourself except for edging. And then she's gone, and you're left with yourself and your list.

You power through it, and finish with no time left to spare. As you're putting the finishing touches on dinner (the final item on your list) you hear the key in the front door lock.

"Welcome home Miss Sophia,"

"Did you get the list completed, Kitten?" She asks.

"I did, Miss Sophia," you tell her.

"Did you edge yourself?" She asks.

"Yes, Miss Sophia." You say. The second time had been right after lunch, when you were alone, thinking about that kiss she'd given you.

"Good job, baby." She presses a kiss to your forehead. She seems tired, like today was hard, but she still gives you a smile. "Let's eat, and then we'll see about your reward."

Dinner goes by quickly, but you're still excited and nervous, waiting to find out what today's work was worth to Miss Sophia. You clean up after dinner. Both of you head upstairs, but still she doesn't say anything about what your reward is. The anticipation is killing you, but when you turn to go to your room, she stops you with a hand on your arm.

"This way, kitten." She hooks a finger through the loop in your collar, and tugs you along behind her.

She brings you into her bedroom, and positions you beside her bed. She takes a seat on the edge of her mattress, and just looks you over.

"Mmm, you're so cute," She says. "But I think you need to be naked. Strip for me Kitten."

You do as she asks, turning it into as much of a tease as you can. Miss Sophia seems to appreciate it, because she watches with rapt attention as you pull your shirt off and slide your pants down over your hips. You put some shimmy into it, and she smiles.

"Come here," she says when you're done.

You are surprised when she trades places with you, so you're sitting on the bed and she's standing in front of you. She does a strip tease, disrobing slowly, making it the sexiest thing you've seen in a long time. You're hard and needy already, and she hasn't even really touched you.

She steps in close, and very slowly steps between your thighs, and lowers herself to her knees in front of you. You're pretty sure you've forgotten how to breathe, because Miss Sophia is on her knees and she's looking up at you, her violet eyes locked on yours as she leans forward and just flicks the tip of your dick with her tongue.

You let out a shuddering gasp, and she smiles, the look incredibly wicked. You know this is somehow both a reward and a punishment as she brings her full attention to giving you a blowjob, her amazing tongue teasing you as her hot, wet mouth engulfs you.

"Please Miss Sophia, I'm gonna cum," you manage to gasp, as she sucks hard on you, making you fight not to buck your hips at her. "May I cum? Please?"

You think you feel her nod. You take it as permission, and you stop fighting the orgasm, instead letting it wash over you. It's a relief, and the sweetest release, and when she sits back on her heels a moment later and looks up at you, she's licking her lips smugly.

"That is not your full reward," she says.

"Not to talk you out of anything, Miss Sophia," you manage to say between deep breaths, "but I need a minute."

"Of course, Kitten," she says.

Miss Sophia rises to her feet and climbs into the bed behind you. She stretches languorously; you can't keep your eyes off the way her muscles tense and shift beneath her skin. You want to touch her, to feel her warmth and softness, and you think that maybe tonight, she'd let you.

"May I touch, Miss Sophia?" You ask.

"Yes." She says.

You reach for her, running your hand over her silky skin, touching her freely now. She rarely lets you touch her like this, so you're going to enjoy it as much as you can. You run your hands up her hips, over the soft dip in her waist, around her breasts. She lays there and lets you, her breathing slow and even.

Feeling bolder, you reach out and pinch one of her nipples. Her breath hitches, and you smile. You look at her face; she's watching you, letting you play. You take that as permission to be bolder. You tease her nipples, relishing the way she responds; the small catches to her breath, the near gasping moans she makes.

You drag your fingers down her belly, dip them between her thighs, and feel the moisture gathering in her folds. She's soaking wet, and you love knowing that you have caused this. Your fingers brush her clit, and she moans. You love that sound. You circle it, and she lets you, and you love that Miss Sophia, your Mistress, is giving you this power over her.

"May I taste, Miss Sophia?" You ask.

There's a pause as she catches her shaking breath.

"Yes." She says.

You lean in and lick her nipple before drawing it into your mouth. You catch the piercing there between your teeth and tug at it, and she moans in response. The other side gets the same treatment.

"So good, baby." She smiles at you, and looks you over, noticing that you're getting hard again now.

She reaches over and takes you in her hand, stroking your length a few times, making your breath come faster. She knows just how hard to squeeze, and just how fast you like it, so she has you ready to start begging for more in just an instant.

"I want you to fuck me, baby." She says. "Do you want that, too?"

You think about her perfect ass, about her soft skin, and the noises she makes as she climaxes, and you know you absolutely do.

"Yes, please." You nod. "I mean. Please, Miss Sophia."

She rolls, so she's on her hands and knees, and you can see her beautiful ass, and her wet folds pointed at you. Doggystyle. You know this. You've thought about this, too. About having her this way, with her perfect ass and her trim waist and her presenting herself to you just like this.

"I'm all yours, Sawyer." She says, looking at you over her shoulder. "This is your reward."

You don't waste a moment. You're behind her, and then you're pressing inside. She's warm, and wet, and tight, and oh you're not going to last. Your fingers dig into her hips, and she's moaning, and it's loud. She's never been this loud before, but she's begging you for more and harder and before you know it you're slamming into her as hard and fast as you can. A primal part of your brain has taken over and it feels good. So good.

She climaxes, screaming out her release, and you're right behind her. You fill her up, and she's murmuring a litany of praise.

There's a sheen of sweat coating you both. She's breathing hard, and you're still inside her, feeling the aftershocks of her climax as she occasionally tenses around you. You feel so lucky. You want to stay like this forever, but you need to clean up.

Miss Sophia drags you into the shower, where she kisses you and touches you, and tells you how good you are. How proud of you she is. And you glow and bask under her praise.

You're wrapped in a fluffy robe, and she's lotioning her skin when you hear pounding at the front door. She looks at you, her eyes wide.

"Miss Sophia?" You ask, your heart beating a rapid staccato in your chest. "Someone's here."

She looks at you, her eyes wide, too. She pulls on a robe, but she's got definite sex hair; there's no disguising what was going on here.

"Go hide." She tells you, and you know what she means. There's a spot in the back of the closet in your bedroom, a hidey-hole that lets you into the crawlspace. You hope nobody comes into the house, but she's made it clear that she wants you to stay in there just in case, when this sort of situation comes up. You can hear nearly everything in the house from there, so you listen as she goes to the front door.

"Ma'am." You hear. There's an extended pause, and an awkward cough. "Your neighbors report they heard... screaming. We're here to check in on that, make sure everything here is... alright."

You press your cheek against the wall, and listen. You imagine a pair of police officers; the way they speak tells you they're definitely some sort of law enforcement or maybe neighborhood watch. The pauses tell you that they're probably looking her over. You know what she looks like; she's a woman who clearly just came, several times. Fuck, you think. You're going to get caught. You're going to end up in jail.

"Oh. Oh no." You hear Sophia say. "This is so embarrassing."

"Ma'am?"

"You see I..." You picture Sophia acting flustered and embarrassed, though she's a woman who is very in touch with her sexual side. Her voice drops, and she whispers the next part. "I got a new... sex toy. I was trying it out and it was... good. I'm so embarrassed right now. I can't believe they heard me. I must have been so loud."

There's an awkward cough.

"Erm." You hear some shuffling. "Perhaps keep it down next time then, ma'am."

"Oh, gosh. I'm so sorry for this. I will. I promise."

"Thank you. Have a nice day."

The door closes. There's a tense few moments as, you assume, Sophia watches them walk away.

"Fuck, Kitten." She says, because she knows you can hear. "That was fucking close. Meet me in my room again?"

When you get to her room, she's waiting for you. She's hugging herself, and she's shaking. She looks at you, her eyes wide, and in this moment, you see a side of her you've never seen before. Miss Sophia has always been cool and collected. She's always been the person who takes care of you. This though, this is something different.

When she sees you, she pulls you into a tight hug. You cling to her, too. It's scary to realize how much worse that could have been; if the officers hadn't been embarrassed away, you could be spending tonight in a jail cell.

You hold each other close for a long time after that.

The next few days are surreal.

First; you catch the rats in the pantry. They're adorable, and after you beg Miss Sophia to let you keep them as pets, she relents. She won't stop teasing you about a neko wanting to keep a rat as a pet, but she loves making you happy. There are two; a male and a female. The male is all white with red eyes and a pink tail. You name him Rob Zombie. The female is mostly black, with some white markings. You decide to call her Trash Panda. Miss Sophia brings home all the supplies you need to take care of them, and for the first time, you've got your own pets.

You also find yourself needing to hide with distressing frequency; apparently concerned by the noises they heard coming from the house, Miss Sophia's neighbors keep coming by to check in. She manages to chase them away with tales of being incredibly embarrassed at getting a little loud with a "new friend" but at least one nosy neighbor keeps pushing.

She hasn't seen anyone come by the house. There's no new beau. Who is this that Sophia is talking about? When Sophia finally tells the woman that it's a new vibrator she's talking about, the woman storms off in a huff.

Worried that it's not the end of things, Sophia begins looking for a new place to live.

"This isn't safe, Kitten. I need you to be safe."

"I need you to be safe, too, Miss Sophia." You tell her. You reach out and stroke her cheek, more emboldened about touching her since the two of you had sex. She leans into it, and you hope it brings her the same comfort it brings you.

You want to protect her. You'd do anything for her.

Miss Sophia's luck seems to return about a week into her search; on the outskirts of town, near the lake, there's a home for sale. Most people use the houses up there for vacation homes and short-term rentals, so you won't have the same kind of nosy neighbors that you have in the suburbs. The house comes with a nice, big chunk of land, and it's surrounded by forest.

"It's time to do this. For us."

She puts her savings into buying the lakehouse. It doesn't take long for the approval to come back. By the end of the month, Miss Sophia is packing up the essentials, and the two of you are moving to your new home.

The new house has four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a huge kitchen, a breakfast nook, a gorgeous wrap-around porch, and genuinely a ton of privacy. There are tall fences around the perimeter of the property, a gate to keep trespassers out, and a long, winding driveway to ensure you're warned in plenty of time to hide if someone shows up unexpectedly. You'll have the freedom to spend time outside, enjoying the sunshine for the first time since you were little.

There are some furnishings left behind from the old family. There's a strange old wardrobe in your bedroom, a shelf full of books in the room they used to use as an office, a few boxes in the garage, and a few more in the attic. You look forward to exploring those in the future.

The two of you celebrate your first night in the new house by "christening" every room loudly and repeatedly. You're exhausted, but Miss Sophia glows.

The next day, she leaves you tucked into your bed with a soft kiss. Your chores for the day are all about exploring and getting used to the new house.

You're not sure how you got so lucky, but you're so grateful. 

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My midcentury modern renovation

After buying myself a duplex in Perth built in 1979, I decided it needed renovation. Little had been done to the house since it was first built so it was looking very tired and starting to collapse in places.  Building oversite was obviously not strict at this time as many roof beams were not nailed in place properly and the weight of the concrete tiles was collapsing the roof in the lounge area. This also resulted in the eaves dropping, allowing water to seep into these areas.  The glue holding up the ceiling in many of the rooms was also failing and many of the ceilings were collapsing. As such, these were the initial works I had engaged workmen to undertake. After these works were completed the roof was painted a very pale orange colour to reflect the sunlight and reduce the heat entering the roof space and solar panels were added to reduce my power bills.

Then it was time to start renovating the inside. The lounge had a large window that overlooked the front garden which was beginning to leak so the first thing I did was replace it with wooden French doors. These open out onto a newly paved patio area with a patio built from the wood used in an old carport that someone advertised on Gumtree. The kitchen and dining room were dark brown brick walls with four arches. As arches were a feature of the retro era, I decided to keep three of these in the lounge/dining room wall so set about painting them with two coats of undercoat and two of a semi-gloss white paint. The bricks all had to be dusted first as they contained 30 years of dust and the whole job took me at least 2 weeks.  But it was worth all the work as they now provide a clean-looking, textured wall for this space.

Next, I had to decide how I was going to renovate my kitchen. This small area was walled off with dark brown bricks on two sides and a small archway to communicate between the kitchen and dining room. This limited my ability to interact with guests while I was cooking. After much deliberation I finally chose to knock down both these brick walls, virtually gutting the whole kitchen area.  Next came the exciting task of designing my new kitchen. Two large windows and an air conditioner remained on the far wall so I had to include these in my design.  I had purchased green kitchen appliances to match a retro fridge I had bought at a second-hand shop a few years earlier so knew what colours I wanted, which is a big help when doing any renovation. The fridge had also influenced my decision to have a retro design for my house. After hours researching retro kitchens, I also knew the features I wanted including: drawers with cupboards underneath, a row of drawers and open, circular shelves at the end of the cupboards. I also wanted a small cupboard with glass doors on the wall, an island and a floor to ceiling pantry.

I had already collected some Jason green kitchen cannisters for flour, sugar etc so knew I wanted some shelves to display these. Fortunately, my small-sized fridge allowed room for these shelves to be placed above it. I did a lot of research on-line until I found the right shade of green Laminex Laminate for the benchtop. Simon, at the kitchen renovation company I engaged to do the work, was a great help in deciding what was possible and what materials I could use. I wanted a matt finish so used a white Melamine Sheen for my doors and panels and found some retro-looking handles to place on them. I knew I needed as much white as possible with the dark green benchtop and chairs so decided a white stone benchtop would look best on the island.  I found a lovely white stone with a greyish-green fleck in it at the kitchen company which was just what I wanted.

After the walls had been demolished my kitchen cabinets arrived and after looking at them, I realised the white was overwhelming and needed breaking up. To do this I asked for a small strip of green Laminex to be placed on the front of the exhaust fan and a larger piece to be placed on the back of the island where the green chairs would sit.  This made a big difference to the overall look of the kitchen as it helped to balance the colours and I’m really pleased I did this. After the kitchen had been installed, I then had to decide what tiles would be placed above the benchtop and what I would use for the splashback.

I had visited a small shop in Fremantle that sells hand-made tiles of vintage design so researched their website and found some lovely tiles with a green art-deco design. Having only these tiles would have made the small area look too busy so I decided to scatter a few amongst some white tiles the same size. They were also very expensive so with this design I was able to do the tiling for a more reasonable cost. I tossed up whether to get a lovely picture on the splashback but decided in the end to get a plain colour as I didn’t want it to dominate the kitchen. I decided on a silvery-white look and did a bit of research trying to find something that would give me the look I wanted. In the end I went to a company that designs and sells splashbacks and found one that had a slight silvery sheen to it but it also had a greenish tinge to the glass. When it was installed the green was even more pronounced and it came out looking great with the green benchtop.

Next, I needed to do the floor. I also wanted to replace the carpet in the dining room, lounge and passage and during my research found a company selling natural fibres which I liked the idea of. These are mostly made of jute, coir, sisal, wool sisal mixes and seagrass. I felt these carpets were more environmentally friendly and thought they might be less attractive to dust mites. After much deliberation I finally found one made of sisal I liked and had this installed. Then I needed to find a lino or tiles for the kitchen that would match the colours and retro look I had designed. I wanted green and white tiles but could not find them anywhere. My research led me to commercial linos and I found one in green that I liked. However, when I ordered it, I was told they had stopped making that design and I was provided with some other samples to choose from. The one I chose has actually turned out to be one of the best decisions I have made for the design of the kitchen. It is exactly the right colour and the pattern is also similar to that found in some older houses. Perhaps some things are meant to be….

I had been buying second-hand furniture advertised on my local Gumtree website for years as I didn’t have much furniture when I shifted into the house and I like the retro style of furniture. Someone had sold me her grandmother’s sideboard which was lined with a blonde-wood Formica. A year or two after this I found a lovely dining suite in the same Formica style with 6 turquoise chairs that matched the colours in my lounge. This completed my dining area nicely.

While I was waiting for my kitchen to be installed, I spent lots of time plastering, sanding and painting the walls in the lounge, foyer and kitchen area as these had had a lot of hard wear over the 30-odd years they had been painted. I mixed my own paint so I could get different shades in each room of the house. I wanted very light shades of blue and green which meant a lot of trial and error. (This ended with me having to sell a whole 4L tin of paint for $20 I had tinted but couldn’t use because it was too bright). I then decided to wallpaper the foyer wall. This wall consisted of a few pieces of gib-board that had been placed onto the wall and poorly joined. As a result, I had to do a lot of plastering and sanding. Then I bought lining paper and with the help of a friend, we placed the paper vertically across the wall to help cover the joins. I found that an English website, Spoonflower had by far the best wallpaper designs and after a lot of searching I found a retro, atomic design with the right colours I wanted. I had wallpapered a house before when I lived in New Zealand so had a fair idea what I was doing. I also found the new wallpapers with glue on the back are very easy to slide into place. The design on the wallpaper also helps to match each strip.

I was so happy with the look of the foyer wall that I decided to put wallpaper on one of the walls in the lounge room.  I needed a wallpaper for this wall that wasn’t too bold or bright so that it didn’t conflict with the tartan in my lounge suite and that had an atomic look to it. Another extensive search on Spoonflower ended with me finding a new design that really suited the colours in my lounge suite – green, turquoise and blue.

It is interesting how sometimes things just fall into place. Not long after completing the wallpapering of the lounge wall I noticed an advert for a second-hand lounge suite in exactly the right colour – turquoise - that was in the atomic style. I was able to buy this and renovate the wooden parts of it. The upholstery is a little faded in places but it is in reasonable condition for the age of the lounge suite so I didn’t have to spend much on it and it is perfectly suited to the wallpaper on the wall. It was also a plain colour which worked in well with the other tartan lounge suite I had already purchased a few years before.

An art-deco style piano, an old stereogram that works and a retro-style coffee table make up the other furniture in this room.

I have also purchased other collectables on Gumtree or second-hand shops that help to enhance the retro look of the lounge room. Bright teal curtains and a green mat have finished off this room nicely. My last job is to renovate the coffee table top. 

The spare bedroom has also been renovated in a retro style. After fixing up the plaster and painting the walls, then varnishing the windowsill, I proceeded to paint a lovely retro dressing table I had acquired off Gumtree. I also found some interesting bedside lights and altered them to hang on the wall above the bed. Lastly, I have bought a brightly coloured new bedspread to brighten up the room. All that’s left to do is to renovate the bedside table.

This renovation has taken nearly 2 years with many hours of research and work. But it has been achieved using a modest budget. It has been a labour of love and I’ve really enjoyed the opportunity to use my creative abilities to create a home that I really enjoy living in. I hope it gives somebody some ideas for how they can create a midcentury modern look to their home on a modest budget.

[euphoricethan]

Just Like Railroads - E.D (au)

Summary: Rome. Passionate and hardworking. Always seeing the best in people regardless how many mistakes they’ve made, caring and not disobedient. She’s the whole package deal. There isn’t one thing she can’t do. But when love comes her way, it doesn’t fit right in the palm of her hand.

Word count: 2k.

The Library.

It was never inevitable to her. She knew how to control it, and she also knew there wasn’t a single person that could change her mind.

Romaine. Rome. Nineteen and attending her second year of college at UCLA, living in a small apartment alone, --along side her cat Frankenstein-- watched soap operas and read when she didn’t feel like staring at her television any longer. She often wore comfy clothes (jeans if she was feeling spicy) like leggings and cardigans, big sweaters, etc. Although it was rarely cold enough for her to be wearing her preferred style in the warmer months, the library she worked at was always freezing.

In California, it is a cliché for every girl in the city of Los Angeles to be blonde, skinny, and beautiful. Rome broke all those stereotypes from the day she was born in Good Samaritan Hospital almost Nineteen years ago. 

She wasn’t blonde, --that was obvious by the soft light red to hazel curls that rippled around on her head that started about four inches down-- was far from being placed in the ‘skinny’ category, and to her knowledge, was nothing near as beautiful as her friend Kourtney, who of course just by her name, fit perfectly snug into the stereotypes. 

Romaine was humble too. Since she worked at the library, she mostly dealt with single moms who send their kids in the playroom they had tucked away in the corner because they couldn’t afford daycare, elders who sat quietly in the corner reading the oldest books they had and asked too many questions about how to run the computers, and young teens who were trying to make public libraries the new clubs. 

Everyday, it was the same few people: Mary, who had suddenly became a widow over the summer and placed herself in one of the back tables grieving for her husband; Max, a nine year old boy who hit on her from over the counter; and Mr. Adalance, a kind old gentleman who waited outside every morning for the library to open. 

Everything to her was the same; stuck on an orbit.

It was just different people in different scenarios.

Different people in different scenarios is what Rome thought of as love. She was never able to understand that a person could be out on the town, randomly bump into someone, immediately start dating, get married, and have kids in the matter of a year. 

She could go on and on to Kourtney as long as she’d listen, but eventually she would just tell Rome: “Calm down, I mean how would you know, you’ve never been in love…” and Rome would start up all over again. 

Clearly, Rome hasn’t had a bad first love, or divorced parents that changed it all… she just thinks that there doesn’t need to be a ring or a certificate to bind two people together or in order for them to be in love. And she’d try her hardest not to fall in love because it’s like running with scissors; bound and determined to get hurt at some point as long as you have them in your hand.

She believes that love is real, but she feels it in different ways than most of the other people in her life.

She has love for her parents, her friends, and Frankenstein of course. But romance, isn’t quite her thing. (as much as she reads about falling in love.)

Her whole life, ever since she could possibly remember, was just all a choice rather than fate. She thought, well maybe if I push it away, then I won’t end up heartbroken and just like everyone else in the world.

Years later, when she was walking up to accept her diploma, she realized that love, was a choice. And that she would set herself apart from the rest of the world and be perfectly fine for the rest of her life.

Well, lets face it: she was fine. Until Ethan happened.

She was closing up, her backpack thrown onto her shoulders and her dark orange cardigan hanging down to her thighs. She liked it that way, and to her, it was as if she were still at home wrapped in a blanket.

Rome held the door closed, pushing it more with her foot since Amanda, the manager refused to get better locks for the building because quite frankly, Amanda was a hard-working-business-woman who owned and managed as many small businesses as she could. Which made Rome upset since she didn’t care for the place as much as her and would do anything to get a higher position. 

That didn’t matter though, because as long as Amanda was still on a business streak and traveling all over the country buying business after business, Rome had no chance.

Once she managed to lock up completely, she was face to face with a large stack of books sitting near the ATM that was just around the corner.

She furrowed her brows, glaring down at the book-stack while trying to figure out why they were there.

Surely someone hadn’t just dumped them there, right? Why didn’t they bring them in? Is this one of those upside-down-honey-on-your-car things? Why books? 

Her questions weren't answered until the next morning after she gently picked up the books while looking around for a creepy guy watching her, but was relieved when she realized someone thought they were closed --which they were-- so they set them down for someone to take.

That morning when she opened up the store, she had nearly had a heart attack to the sudden realization that she had knocked her coffee down onto the pavement and completely soaked her white fluffy cardigan.

“You’re kidding me.” she whispered with a hard sigh and proceeded to quickly walk to the front door where Mr. Adalance was standing waiting for her.

“Good morning love,” he greeted her with a smile. 

“Hi.” she rushed out as she fumbled with the keys in order to let him inside.

“You look like you’ve got your hands full,” his soft humor was not appreciated by Rome today.

“Yeah, it’s been a bit stressful I’d say.” she opened the door wide for him.

He made a noise that sounded like a small laugh, and proceeded to step inside the building that was just warm enough to bare with the 40 degree weather that was Los Angeles in the middle of November.

After she had followed him inside and managed to get the place up in running --not that there was much to do in a library-- she made a dash to the bathroom in efforts to try and save one of her favorite clothing items.

“Oh no…” she muttered to herself, taking a damp paper towel to her clothing and seeing that there was no sudden or drastic change.

Rome tossed the towel out, and thought that if she was stocking books or behind the counter keeping Max entertained that she would be alright and she could just wash it as soon as she got home.

When she had walked out of the restroom, she was greeted with an unfamiliar face awkwardly standing at the front counter waiting to be helped.

It was completely normal for someone new to come in once and just ask where things were or if they sold books, but this person looked different.

They were dressed nicely, and had big long dark curly hair that was longer and more full than Rome’s by a long shot. Their complexion was darker than her, with light makeup and the mascara on their eyelashes was perfectly even and placed on each individual eyelash.

She walked slowly up to them, and wrapped herself up into the damp cardigan with a whisper.

“Hi! Are you Romaine?” She asked, a bright smile and straight teeth shining a light in Rome’s face.

She shuffled behind the counter. “Hi, yes that’s me?”

“I’m Aurora; but most people call me Charli.” as she introduced herself, she held her hand out for her to take.

She did, but she was slow and to be honest, she was a little scared.

Was this a new manager? Some relative she never knew she had? An old friend she went to high school with or someone that went to UCLA?

Her questions would forever be forbidden behind her skull until she had enough courage to ask: “Are you taking over for Amanda?”

With a small smile, she shook her head and furrowed her cleanly cut eyebrows. “No, actually, I’m here for training; I’m the new assistant manager.”

Rome’s gut was suddenly heavy. Her insides had filled with a thick tar, and it ran through her veins down to her toes she had lost her balance and had to quickly straighten her knees in hopes of not collapsing. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Um, why don���t you come around and I can get you started.”

After teaching Aurora --or Charli-- the basics of the store, how the computer works, proper shelving for books, the different sections and how to deal with customers, she had finally made it to her lunch break, and was sitting in the back room thinking about rather to be upset or angry or neither of those things at Amanda.

And although her day seemed to be coming off as a rough start, she thought that after finding those books outside the store, spilling her coffee, or finding out that Amanda had hired an assistant-manager instead of giving her the job, she still hoped something --even if it were small-- would make her day a little less stressful.

Nothing else that day had been remotely as bad as the events that took place earlier, but she was fed up with Amanda and having her train a new employee (especially it being a new assistant-manager) without her knowing or having those stupid books left out.

“Like, there is just so many things that happened today!”

“First, after I left and got to work, I spilled my coffee all over my favorite cardigan, then I found a stack of books on the floor near the book return slot, and there was a new assistant-manager waiting for me!”

Frankenstein purred softly into her hand. “I know! Unbelievable…”

After her rant, she crawled completely underneath her covers, letting Frankenstein sit as he pleased and flipped off the light to fall peacefully into her pillowy dreams.

The next day, she was prepared to see Mr. Adalance was nowhere to be found.

She thought maybe he was home, or maybe he was running late; maybe she was.

Until she placed the key into the door to see that it was already unlocked.

Rome had entered the building, seeing a very largely built man with his back facing her as he leaned over the counter.

As her footsteps got closer, she saw Aurora smiling wide— her hands pressed against the counter like she was on the tips of her toes and trying to climb over.

But Rome stayed quiet, and placed her things behind the counter ignoring Aurora and the mans’ conversation.

“Hey, Romaine, this is Grayson.” she said and looked at her in hopes of her responding and sparking a conversation with them.

She looked him up and down— at his arms, his fluffy plaid jacket, his dark hair that was swept stage right and flopped near the left of his forehead.

Romaine wasn’t trying to be rude, but all these little changes and unexpected news was getting the best of her. Which is why she lifted her brows and gave him a small closed-mouth smile before she walked behind Aurora and started stocking shelves.

Later that day, after she had checked out customers and finished her book, she was about to go on her break when Grayson had finally said something to her. “Hey, Romaine, right?”

She stopped in her tracks to face him and stay silent until he talked again.

“Um, did you get any books in? I think my brother might have dropped them off on accident.”

The memory of finding the stack of books outside the store, spilling her coffee, seeing Aurora was all coming back to her.

Not to mention that she had finally found the culprit who she thought at the time was some little nine year old who dropped them off the night before.

“Ask Aurora.” and she took her things to the back to enjoy her break with herself for the ten minutes she had as she left him on the other side of the counter not even saying a simple: “Bless you.” when he started to sneeze multiple times.

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Looking forward to seeing your Rufflout children designs! =) Also I'm really curious about your thoughts on family houses in httyd & for your headcanons? Like at first I thought 'houses' worked similar to game of thrones where a majority of the family typically lives together in a large home but we just didn't see extra characters. (And of course I liked your headcanon on Ruff moving in with Snotlout & Spitelout) but then the pic's of Ruff, Tuff, Snotlout, & Fishlegs's homes from the game -

traditionally vikings have their whole families live in a house, multiple families, etc, women would move into the homes of their husbands, which is why a dowry would be paid by the husbands family as a way to pay the family for the set of working hands they were to lose. As for the houses on Berk, I originally asssumed they would follow this plan, we don’t have that much information but it seemed houses would store mult-generational families. I still believe this is true, though it makes me skeptical because of the twins and snotlout. Fishlegs’s home i could easily see his parents living in as well, its massive, all the homes are huge. The twins are what throws  me off because like with as ridiculous snotlouts house is, i guess spitelout would live their? but… who knows?

With Berk, due to the threats of dragons for so long, i doubt they have many generations still alive and had a relatively low population, so i doubt there would be crowding…. Well… perhaps crowding of the newer generation due to families having children who weren’t being picked off by dragons so suddenly more people are having more babies plus dragons so the island was truly getting too small.

long answer short: dreamworks just wanted to get a little fun and do whatever they wanted, who knows what’s going on with the living situations

My theory is that the twins don’t have parents/their parents are never around so they built their own houses after being confused/lumped together and maybe they just both built a house without consulting the other and suddenly had two homes

For snotlout, Spitelout kicked him out of the house and so Snotlout made himself a bitchin tree house and you often see Spitelout at the bottom telling his kid to come home because this has gone on long enough and that the treehouse is ridiculous and snotlout pulls up the ladder whenever his dad comes around until finally spitelout just shrugs and goes home. He does go up at least once, is actually very impressed, but still thinks its too much

Fishlegs lives with his mom, he built it and she kinda let him do whatever he wanted, he made her her own room and even put in a bathtub! very luxurious. He has a big big kitchen and HUGE book shelves

I mean, it could very well be a sign of independence? but since they’re on the island they can’t spare space to whoever wants a house, plus financially it doesn’t make sense

Snotlout moves back in with Spitelout before he gets married, or at the very latest, can’t convince his now pregnant girlfriend to climb up a gd ladder and now he’s seeing why that might be a problem but she can’t really say anything because Ruffnut’s house is caving in all the time and is starting to get moldy. Spitelout has already thrown a hissy fit and has a vein popping out of his forehead due to the whole situation so they don’t argue when he tells them to move Ruffnut’s stuff in.

Fishlegs’s wife has already had space cleared for her things by Mrs. Ingerman who dreams of having grandkids and having a sweet daughter in law to dote on because yeah she loves fishlegs but she never had a daughter AND Y’ALL KNOW she’s very nosy and ask a lot of questions and can be a bit cold but over all is very enthusiastic and nearly runs Spitelout over when she thinks he’s heading to ask for the future mrs. ingerman for snotlout, spitelout almost breaks his arm and Mrs. Ingerman knocked on the door with a hug, dowry under her arm, ready to get that offer in before anyone else could