#i need to watch ginger snaps 2 and 3 tho

[fluffyskies]

Laughter is just as Sweet (Part 1)

Sanders Sides

Ship: Could be seen as Moxiety

Category: Tickling

Characters: Ler Patton, Lee Virgil!

Summary: The sides have been eating a little too many sweets and Patton is hear to show them that they're not the only thing that is sweet.

Part 1   Part 2    Part 3   Part 4

Patton was in the kitchen baking some more Christmas cookies. He was humming Jingle bells as he put the cookies on the cooling rack. There were four types of cookies chocolate chip which Virgil likes and ginger snap which Roman likes. But Logan wasn't a big cookie person but since he tried a new recipe and added some Crofters jam in it he's been addicted. Then he made some sugar cookies because they were his favorite.

When they were cool he then put the cookies in the jar on the counter. Patton was cleaning up and while he was cleaning he heard the sound of three pairs of foot steps. He turned around to see three guilty sides trying to raid the cookie jar.

Roman, Virgil and Logan froze in place. "O-oh hey Pat" spoke Roman.

"Hey kiddos watcha guys doing?" He questioned.

Virgil confessed he didn't like lying to Patton "We were going to grab some more cookies...".

Patton crossed his arms "Don't you guys think you've had enough?".

"But they're sooo good!" Roman argued.

"Yes Patton they are quite delicious, even though I'm not really a cookie person" Logan interjected.

"Yeah what they said" said Virgil.

They thought Patton was mad at them but he giggled "You guys are silly, but I do think that you should take a break from cookies for now".

The other sides were relieved that he wasn't mad but they were a little bummed that they couldn't have cookies for a while. Patton watched as they left with pouts on their faces. Yes he felt a little bad but too many cookies isn't good for you. Maybe he can prove to them that cookies aren't the only thing that are tasty and delicious. So after he cleaned up the kitchen and safely put the cookies in a hiding place, he went to pay a little visit to the sides.

First he went to Virgil's room, he knocked on the door.

"Come in" Virgil answered.

"Hiya Virge" Patton greeted.

"Hey Pat you need something?" He asked.

"No not really" he answered. "Then what?" Virgil said confused.

"Remember when I said you should take a break from eating cookies?" Patton asked.

"Yeah I remember" he muttered.

"Well I think there's something more tasty and delicious than cookies".

"What's that?". Patton was silent for a moment and then looked up. Virgil saw a sparkle in his eyes but noticed it far too late to react. Then at the same time Patton leaped on the bed shouting the word laughter. Virgil still shocked at the sudden attack felt a weight on his hips and his arms being pinned above his head. He looked up at Patton already trying to fight down a nervous smile.

"Wait Pat!". "Yeeeees?" Said Patton in a teasy voice.

"Why are you gonna tickle me?" He asked.

"Weeell, becasue you and the others looked sad when I told you to take a break from eating cookies. And what better way to cheer you guys up with tickles!". Virgil already failing to conceal titters that were starting to slip from his mouth. Patton hasn't even touched him yet but the thought of feeling his fingers all over his torso was enough to set him off.

"Hey why are you giggling?" Patton asked cheekily.

"Behecahahase yohuhur goihihing to tihihickle mehe!".

"But I haven't touched you yet?". Virgil just giggled in response.

Patton had a wide grin on his face. "Ooooh I get it, just the thought of my fingers all over your so cute and ticklish tummy is making you all giggly and wiggly?".

All Virgil could do was nod in agreement because even if he tried to speak it would just come out as giggles.

Virgil's mind focused on Patton's hand pushing up is shirt to reveal his belly. Then started to softly trace big circles slowly getting smaller each time. And soon it would get to the middle which was his belly button. Patton sure knew what he was doing he had the most cheeky of smiles Virgil had ever seen. Each time Patton's finger went in a circle Virgil's giggles would get a little louder but only a bit.

Then out of no where Patton started singing a song. "Round and round the little Virgil goes, where is the giggle jar? Nobody knows". God the song was killing him even though Patton probably just made it up a couple seconds ago. His face was on fire, he was pretty sure he was bright red.

Patton look at him and smiled " Awe your blushing" he said calmly as though that comment wasn't eating him alive.

He continued with his song though it morphed into else. "Round and round the Hungry Patton goes, he's going to nibble on all your toes".

Of course Virgil had to be bear foot but that did not stop the urge to curl in his toes. Patton turned his head to glance at his feet which were curling their toes for protection but thats not going to do any good in the hands of the tickle monster.

When he turned to face Virgil he asked "Hey Virge?".

"Yehehes?"

"Do you know where I can get some tasty giggles?"

Virgil thought about but and came to a conclusion. "Nohot hehehere!"

But something told Virgil that he made a big mistake. His eyes widened when Patton's smile turned into a predatory grin. He stopped tracing circles and instead pointed his finger directly over his navel.

"Are you sure? what about here?" His finger dangerously close to touching.

"Nohohope nothing to sehehee"

Patton tilted his head like a confused puppy. "What would happen if I were to press it? would the giggles come out?".

Virgil wasn't sure if he was doing this on purpose but all the teasing had sent him in a lee mood and now he wanted to be tickled. He looked up at Patton with pleading eyes that were just asking for tickles. Patton hummed noticing that Virgil was now in a lee mood.

"So my teasing and light tickles has gotten you into a lee mood huh?"

Virgil nodded embarrassingly then averted his eyes looking away from Patton.

"Hey cupcake don't be embarrassed! I wanna see your adorable blushy face".

This just made his blush increase and travel down to his neck and up to the tips of his ears. Patton's finger was still hovering dangerously over his belly button but didn't dare to touch yet.

"H-hey Pat?" Virgil said breaking the silence.

"Hmm?"

"The g-giggle jar is open if your hungry...? the anxious side said sheepishly.

Patton gave him a toothy smile and then proceeded to lower his finger into the giggle button. Virgil shut his eyes to brace himself for the impact but for some reason it didn't come. He opened his eyes and let his guard down for a second but the moment he did Patton struck.

Virgil squealed, squeaked and squirmed with each poke he felt on his belly button.

"Eehehehek! ihihit tihihickles!"

"Yes it does jelly bean and it's delicious" he said then licking his lips.

"But the tickle monster wants so more tasty giggles". So Patton let go of Virgil's hands and went to his feet. In his song he had said the tickle monster was gonna nibble his toes. He picked one foot up and lightly traced a finger down the sole.

"EehhHhe" Virgil giggled as his foot twitched.

"I can't wait to eat this cute footsie" and with that he started to nom on his toes making nomming noises.

Poor Virgil was in a constant loop of giggles if this were Logan he'd most certainly die of laughter.

"Pahahahahat!"

"Viiiiiiirge!" He mocked back

"Ihihit rehehehally tihihickles!" He squealed. His giggles seemed to get high whenever Patton hit a sensitive spot.

After about 20 minutes he slowed down because he wanted to give Virgil time to breathe. Patton let his foot go and Virgil sat up. It looked like Patton was gonna get up but was caught by a tug on his sleeve.

"U-umm is the tickle monster still hungry?" He asked.

"Why yes Virgil he's always hungry" he said as he shot him a smile. "Why?".

"W-well I have another foot" he said nudging him with it.

Patton looked at him with a smile "Id love to have another meal".

And with that Virgil's room echoed with his giggles, squeals, squeaks and snorts.

H-hi this is for the holidays it's a bit late tho ;-; but there are gonna be more parts hope you liked it and there might a few mistakes. Have a nice day :D

#Sanders Sides #Moxiety #Lee Virgil! #Ler Patton! #Tickling #Tickle #Skye writes #T-fic

[luvhrs]

shadow and bone — ep 3 thoughts:

(might have to stop here and continue tmrw after i finish this stupid stats hw 😤)

rapunzel!alina with all the light imagery in that dream

suddenly i'm watching bridgerton

i like this ginger lady miss safin can they be besties

whoaaa a tailor??? how many kinds of grisha are there :o

sAGGING TITSJDKFJDJ

kaz seems pretty adamant on the sun summoner not existing 👀 i wonder why

pretty nina~ yo now that i think abt it the extent of heartrenders' powers must be p wide tho couldn't they also just. stop someone's heart from beating in a snap

cool cinematography again!! (is that even what it's called) why is jesper eating the random biscuit(?) 😭😭😭

money money money. ain't it funny. in a rich man's world

god i'm sorry there's gonna be a lot of jester loving on here he is just. So Very Attractive and i am So Very Weak

andddd he took a detour to gamble 💀

kirigan appearing out of nowhere bcs ~shadow~ also this silhouette shot is very nice

oh my i wonder how she'll show her power. let's go exalted council

me to kirigan if i were in alina's place: [rihanna voice] what's wrong with me? why do i feel like this?

how did alina do that??? did kirigan cause that somehow??? bcs shadow needing light or vice versa or whatever but either way i'm excited to see her fight and awaken more of her power aaAAA

"you were perfect" silco haunts me. anw kirigan is very sus to me rn this feels like his plan wASN'T THAT TOO EASY

uhhhh ok sudden hostility from zoya 😐

KAZ HOLDING A GOAT IS THE BEST THING I'VE SEEN TODAY

ooh look man of progress poster (i'm just making arcane and DA references now lmao sorry)

"hope is dangerous. it clouds your judgment." sounding a lot like "emotions always screw everything up." kaz and hank ik y'all are just 2 big softies

oh no nina's still in trouble!!

convenient ominous giant train!!

GODDAMMIT JESPER

YO THIS IS SO INTERESTING I FEEL LIKE I'M ON A FIELD TRIP BUT WITH MY LIFE ON THE LINE

MAL WE MISS YOU LOVER BOY :(

OOOO ALINA A FIGHTER U GO GIRL

ok zoya has the hots for kirigan the "she's in good hands" thing /was/ in jealousy (also yeah nadya(?) me too ngl hahsjdjdd)

stag again??? what if these are her memories coming back to her 😳

bet kirigan's lurking (haha get it) in this library somewhere. oh wait that's the spiritual adviser. he's a bit creepy 😭

i absolutely love how many kinds of grisha there are!!!!! feels like pokemon. i gotta know them all

as a burnt out gifted child with nothing left of my gift now but a desire for academic validation, i like baghra bcs if she were my mentor she's the type i'd want to impress. and she's pretty

OMG SHE REMINDS ME OF FLEMETH!!! I AUTOMATICALLY LOVE HER MORE NOW

THIS TRAIN RIDE GIVES ME SO MUCH ANXIETY. THE COALLLL

oh i just noticed the grisha's uniform design depending on their power i'm BLIND

are these all the grisha existing rn or no? there are less than i expected

bro go easy on alina can i order an adjustment period 😭😭😭

JESPER ACTUALLY HUGGING THE GOAT IN RESIGNATION I'M CRIGNGJFNF

WTF JESPER COOL MOMENT??? HELLO????? MF MY SISTER IS SLEEPING BESIDE ME I CAN'T GO FERAL RNDJIEDIIJE

he's so fucking cool ohmygod you guys and if i repeat this scene all night

but also he shifted his weight fuck what's gonna happen???

THE SHOT OF THE GUN. OH MY FUCKING GOD. THAT'S SO FUCKING COOL WHAT. WHAT. IS HE ONE OF THOSE SHARPSHOOTERS???

THE SHARPSHOOTING IS COOL AF YES BUT HEAR ME OUT: HE WAS HOLDING. THE GOAT. THE ENTIRE TIME.

he is forming a lifelong bond with that goat i bet that being said i would like your hand in marriage sir

also jesper's actor giving us everything??? (also everyone else rly goddamn i hope the other charas get cool solo sequences like this too!!!) wHEW that GAZE at the beginning and then after everything seamlessly transitioning back into the funny clever persona 🤌🤌🤌

THESE BITCHES ACTUALLY MADE IT THRU. HOLY SHIT THAT DESERVES A STANDING OVATION

yo i rly love alina's letter to mal tho... idk there's smth so human abt it. it's abt the perpetual "i can go anywhere i want, just not home" feeling!!! it's abt the self-discovery and finding your place in this world!!! how it's a universal experience and yet every person goes thru it uniquely, not to mention blindly. smth hopeful in knowing that even the most powerful person in the world probably struggles with their identity

"you have always been my true north, mal." BITCH I'M 😭😭😭😭😭 that is the sweetest thing ever girlie dON'T U DARE CHOOSE KIRIGAN OVER MAL I SWEAR TO THE SAINTS

#fav ep so far. what a ride!!! #shadow and bone #grishaverse #katsu.txt

[exosmutfactory]

How I Look On You 004

Chun-hei is stuck between feeling too busy to commit and too young to settle down. And with her bustling book publisher business, bachelors and alike are all swarming around her for a chance at publicity. She’s doing a good job at keeping the men at bay—until Byun Baekhyun, that is. Doesn’t mean he’ll have it easy though.

Part 1 |  Part 2 |  Part 3 |  Part 4 ✓ |  Part 5 |

Tagging: @baeklination​ coz I think she’d like to be in the know about this 👀 let me know if anyone else would like to be tagged for the last chapter! 💕

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The Confusion

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Why are you only good to me

When I'm bad to you?

Why are you only?

Loving you and hating you is in, depending on the day

Tell me why are you only good to me

When I'm bad to you?

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Opening my eyes to a familiar yet unexpected bedroom is oddly comforting. Or maybe it is because of the smell of cinnamon and the woods after it rains that causes my shoulders to relax under the thick comforter. Until the daze of sleep leaves in wake of a horrendous headache.

I sit up way too soon for the pounding in my head; close to losing the contents of my stomach before squeezing my eyes shut. Even swallowing is hard. I’m never doing this shit again.

With a groan I gingerly reach for the glass of water sitting on top of the nightstand; glancing down at the two pain pills left there before deciding to take them as well. Leaning back against the headboard of the bed, I try to remember the previous night as my headache slowly ebbs away; letting my gaze drift over the room. My whole body stiffening in realization. I saw something I probably shouldn’t, and I... didn’t come here for sex...

No matter how much time goes by before I even get another glimpse of Seoyeon, I can still pin-point her striking colored hair and confident stance anywhere—unless there is a twin she hasn’t told any of us about. Honestly that could be a likely conclusion as well with how tight-lipped she is with “personal” things. Guess shoving her tongue down her bosses throat isn't considered a “personal thing.”

Flinching at the sudden buzz coming from under my back, I flip over the clean white pillow to find my phone. Jihun’s name flashing across the screen. Briefly glancing at the time of 9:30 am I tentatively swipe to accept the call.

“Chun-hei, sorry if I woke you up,” She begins through the speaker; sounding calmer than I expected, “I’m just calling to check in with you.”

I blink, brows furrowing, “It’s okay.”

“Good.” She sighs, making my brows furrow even more. “Um...why are you so accepting of me not showing up to work?”

“I called you last night, you don’t remember?”

Blinking again I check through my call log, finding her name next to the time of 2:30am. “No,” Trying to remember the time through my blurry visions of last night is proving to be difficult, I don’t even know what time I got here...

“Good.” She sighs almost in relief causing an eyebrow raise from me. “You sure are calm about this.”

“Barely,” She grits, frustration slipping through her voice, “I called you after dragging a deadweight Minji back to my apartment just to hear a certain ‘Byun Baekhyun’s’ voice over the line.”

Heat swiftly crawls up my neck to my cheeks, “I-I accidentally gave the cab his address.” I defend with a flaming face. It is way too early to be flustered like this.

“Good,” She replies, sounding satisfied, “You looked like you’d black out at any moment,” I kinda did—“and based off how worried he was, you did.”

“Oops?”

“Yeah, right.” I can hear the rolling of her eyes, “Got to go, the meeting with the board is in 5 minutes and I haven’t finished preparing myself to take on their judging evil ass eyes alone.”

“Ouch.” I wince, a clear image of similar scenarios running through my throbbing head. “Thank you, Jihun,” I utter sincerely, playfully adding, “You know I love you right?”

“Whatever. You better be glad I get paid for this,” She grumbles, but I know she’s smiling.

“You’re the best~” I sing, disconnecting the line. Laying back on the bed, I look up at the white ceiling, trying in vain to remember everything from last night.

“..he likes you..”

Dark brown eyes watching me from across the room.

“Seojun has been far up his own ass since day one..”

Peach colored hair.

“..can’t believe Seoyeon isn’t here.”

Minji is as pale as a ghost.

“—gets all stiff when you mention—”

Wait.

I sit up, eyes wide in realization, Minji. Throwing back the covers, I swing my legs out of bed. Taking a few steps towards the door before the chill of my body registers in my mind. I look down at the long white t-shirt and tight black athletic shorts on my form before carrying on out the room; carefully opening the door and peeking around the corner. The sight that greets me too cute to bear at 9 in the morning.

Baekhyun sprawled out on the couch with wild black hair and eyelashes caressing glowy cheeks. Soft puffs of air escaping his parted yet slightly pouty lips. He is the picture of adorable right now.

I smile to myself before tip-toeing over to the other side of the apartment; finding my dress from the night before freshly washed and ironed. Sat on top of the modest dining table. Gratitude swells in my chest as I slip out of the borrowed clothes; carefully setting the folded pile on the table when something clatters to the floor.

Shooting a wary look over at the still sleeping Baekhyun, I reach under the table for the object; a single bronze key clutched in my palm. My heart racing at the underlined intentions. Pulling on my heels before slipping out of the door, I take one last glance back at him; not even fighting my fond smile.

Sighing softly once the door is shut, I type in a familiar contact while making my way down the stairwell. The 4 flights will be good for my overworking brain; filled to the brim with thoughts of Baekhyun and the company as I bring my ringing phone to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Minji.” I utter, a little in awe at her sounding so clear this morning. “Are you working today?”

“Yeah,” She sounds less enthusiastic this time; a certain edge to her soft voice.

“Good, I’m just around the block.” I observe, checking the surroundings of Baek’s apartment building fully for once in the daylight. “I’m coming over.”

“I’ll get your usual.” She mumbles, swiftly ending the call.

Taking a deep breath, I tuck my phone back into my pocket, speed walking down the remotely clear pedestrian walkways until I see a familiar sky blue building up ahead. The smell of fresh bread and the soft twinkle of the doorbell overhead bringing fond memories; ones I fear may be a bit painful to reminisce after today.

Minji looks up from helping a lady at the counter, smiling politely at the praises of her hard work and wishing her a good day. We're the only ones left after she leaves; Minji continues to stand there, seemingly lost in thought.

"...Um hey?" I give her an odd look, slowly approaching the counter.

"H-Hi," She mumbles, quickly retreating to the kitchen, "Have a seat. I'll be right back!"

Looking after her warily, I sat down at a booth in the back of the room; lazily watching the people walking past the far window with my chin on my palm as the sounds of running water filled the quiet room.

“Sorry,” She flusters, quickly setting a steaming brown mug and a slice of apple pie on the table before sliding into the opposite seat.

“It’s fine,” I reassured her, patting her hand, trying to ease her nerves. Gingerly cupping the mug in my palms, I gently blow on the ginger lemon tea. “How’s the bakery?” I inquire, quirking a brow with a smile. “Seems to be a real hotspot these days.”

“Business as usual,” She mumbles, tugging at the sleeve of her purple cashmere sweater.

“Hey...” I set down the mug, trying to meet her eye, “You okay?”

She begins to nod, stopping short with a shaky sigh. “N-” She stops, lips trembling. Croaking as tears fill her eyes, “No.”

“Hey hey hey,” I look around, pulling out a packet of tissues and makeup wipes from my purse reserved for moments like these before holding them out to her. She blindly reaches for them, still not meeting my eyes. “Minji… What’s wrong?” I soothe. My unease is growing by the minute.

She mumbles something unidentifiable under her breath and I lean forward, eyeing her worriedly. “What?”

Her head snaps up. “I’m sorry!” She blurts, shiny eyes wide with fear.

“I—” I flinch back at her wail, watching her get progressively more distressed with furrowed brows. “Minji I’m a bit lost here. What are you sorry for?..”

The purple haired woman takes a couple moments to dab at the corner of her smudged eyeliner, sniffling quietly before uttering, “Seoyeon…” She pauses, meeting my eyes for the first time today, “Seoyeon and Seojun are fooling around.”

A moment passes, only the bustling life from beyond the windows filling the silence. “Okay,” I slowly nod, ignoring the itching suspicion beginning to form at the back of my mind. Disappointed but not surprised.

“No,” Minji sniffles, shaking her head. “You don’t understand..”

“It’s okay, Min,” I soothe, putting on a small smile. “Seojun is a part of my past now.” Shrugging nonchalantly, I lean back in my seat, cupping my warm mug in my palms. “What they do is really none of my—”

“—Seoyeon slept with him while you were together.” She drops the ball.

I choke a bit on my tea, setting down the glass harder than intended. “Wha-” I cough leaning forward, fist against my mouth, “What did you just say?”

Minji keeps her teary eyes on the tabletop. The temperature in the room seems to drop a whole 10 degrees as the realization sets in.

“No.” I shake my head, tears brimming my eyes. “No, she wouldn’t…”

“I can’t believe Seoyeon isn’t here.”

“—she gets all stiff when you mention men..”

“—Who? Who?” Seoyeon craned her neck around; trying to catch sight of the man.

“Yah!” Minji whisper shouts, lightly smacking the back of her head. “Leave her be, she needs this..”

No… No. We have been friends since high school, back when she could never find the right concealer for her skin tone and Kim Publishing was but a mere thought…

“You never know,” She replies tossing her freshly dyed red hair, “Maybe you’d learn something if you left your office for once.”

Someone blocks Seojun from view; a woman with peach-colored hair that causes a spark to light up in his dark brown eyes…

“It’s not like her to miss the opportunity.”

Dragging my eyes up from the mug clutched tight in my hands, I meet Minji’s gaze with blurred eyes. “You..” I inhale shakily, clenching my jaw. “You knew.”

Her doe eyes widen, “I—”

“You fucking knew and chose not to say anything!” I explode, not realizing I’ve stood up until I blink, seeing her curled up form cornered against the wall through my red vision. Salty tears steadily streaming down my cheeks. The knocked over coffee mug rolling around it’s spilled contents dripping from the tabletop barely stopping right before toppling over the edge.

“You covered for her.” I conclude in a softer voice, the clues of betrayal burning bright behind my retinas. “You knew this entire time. When were you going to tell me, Minji?” She doesn’t dare to lift her head, my questions firing one after the other. “Who else knows, hmm? Your mom? The media? Jihun?”

“N-No.” She quickly shakes her head as I take in her cowering form, helplessly folding in on herself. “Jihun has no idea.”

“Huh.” I smile, not a trace of humor in my tone. “That makes two of us.”

After another moment’s pause, I reach over to pluck a handful of napkins from the dispenser, dropping them carelessly to soak up the mess on the table. “Thank you for telling me, Minji-ssi.” Sparing her a quick glance, I shuffle through my purse for my wallet, taking a minute to remember the exact amount before slapping the money on her side of the table. “Hope you get all that you want out of life.”

“W-Wait.” I pay her quiet call no heed, already pushing my way out of the clear bakery doors; the crisp, early-winter air biting into the skin of my drying cheeks. Looking up at the light grey sky full of wispy clouds, I brush off my shoulders, making a left turn at the end of the street that leads to the heart of downtown. Because now…. Now.

I have bigger fish to fry.

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“Chun-hei.” He grins, comfortably reclined in the leather seat.

I smile. “Good morning, Mr. Shue.”

His eyes light up in expectant glee as I take my seat across from him, smoothing out the pants of my black suit. “To what pleasure do I owe to be graced by your presence this fine morning?”

“Just a quick little check in.” Pulling a blue pen from behind my ear, I tuck away a stubborn lock of hair escaping with the motion. “I believe we had some things to discuss?” I arch a brow, polite smile still on while opening my vanilla folder.

“Oh?” His own smile turns into a greasy smirk; the promise of his victory dancing in his eyes. “Well then. Yes, we do. Have you decided yet?”

“Actually,” I drawl, dragging my eyes back to his, “I’d prefer it if you helped me make one.”

As if on cue, Jihun steps into the room with two interns, each one of them carrying stacks of paper while she holds a recorder in her hands. The single flick of her thumb brings a red dot onto the screen.

“You see, Mr. Shue.” Turning my eyes back to him, I take in the panicked look on his face. “A little birdy told me that you have been making deals with Park’s Publishing.” I emphasize, cointining in a way too chirpy tone, “Behind my back.”

He sits there, forehead breaking out in a cold sweat as I gesture for the interns to set the documents on the long wooden meeting table. Spreading them out on the surface. “Now, if I recall.” Plucking a particular stabled stack of papers out of the two piles, I hold it up for him to see, “Your contract states specifically that any such foul play would mean a lawsuit and an immediate termination of contract.” My tone lowers, looking him dead in the eye. “It’s typed in bold print at the top of the first page, Mr. Shue.”

“I-I-” He stammers, clambering out of his seat while pointing a grubby finger, “You have no proof of anything!”

Not phased by his loud display, I calmly hold my hand out to receive the tablet that a third subordinate brings in; a mere three taps revealing a video of the short, stocky man shaking hands with the Director of Park’s Publishing; the title of exchanged documents clear as day in the HD replay. The book we’ve been working on for over half a year to publish.

Letting the tablet go to sleep, I set my gaze on his shaking form once again. “You will be hearing from my lawyer, Mr. Shue.”

He makes his way around the table in a fit of rage, fingers outstretched just for security to enter the room, swiftly hauling him out by his arms. His face redder than I have ever seen as he shouts obscenities at the top of his lungs down the hallway.

I lean back in my seat with a deep sigh, rubbing my temple and closing my eyes.

“You okay?” Jihun’s voice rings, a hand placed on my shoulder. I make an effort to relax, nodding as my eyes open, “Yeah.” One look at her doubtful expression and I know she can see through me. “Can you...cancel the rest of my meetings for today?” Tentatively, I take a glance at the time on my Rolex before meeting her gaze again.

“I can manage,” She murmurs, giving a slow nod at the apprehensive look on my face. “Go. Before the lunch hour traffic hits.”

Sighing shakily, I push away from the table, brushing invisible dust off my clothes while nodding in acknowledgement to my subordinates; swiftly exiting the room. Rolling my stiff neck with a wince. If only that was the last hassle I have to deal with for the day.

The familiar sight of the tall building up ahead causes my heart to squeeze uncomfortably in my chest, but I continue onward; head held high with every click of my heels on the pavement.

“Ms. Kim,” The guard out front nods in acknowledgement, holding the door open for me as I pass by with a brief greeting; my focus drifting to a certain advertisement posted on the far wall of the apartment complex lobby. The model and the makeup artist. My lips curl up, a bitter smile hidden behind the closing doors of the elevator. What a great pair they make indeed.

Slipping into the apartment is simple enough with the spare key in my hand. The tell-tale signs of moans and squeaking bed frames do not phase me at all as I make my way to the bedroom at the end of the hall, throwing the door open with no remorse. Startling the pair tangled within the bedsheets.

“What the fuck-” Her high pitched complaint stops dead in it’s tracks, covers messily clutched to her chest and eyes widened in alarm in wake of my presence.

“Hi Seoyeon.” That polite smile has found its way back to my lips. The curses spewed from the scrambling brunet under her mere background noise. “Just stopping by to tell you I don’t need your key anymore.” I let it fall with a clatter from my hand onto the dresser stationed within arms reach of the door, stuffing it back into my suit pocket.

“C-Chun-hei...” Her tone of voice is pitiful while her face flushes bright red, disbelieving eyes and shaky pupils glistening in the dim light of the disorganized room.

I look down at her with blank eyes, swiftly spinning on my heel, only managing to take two steps towards the front door before faltering. “Oh!” Snapping my fingers, I face them again with a click of my tongue, smiling in mock relief. “Almost forgot. I left your shoes by the door. Can’t have you leaving a $500 worth pair of heels behind, hmm?”

The nonchalant expression on her features despite the mascara streaking down her cheeks is enough of a response. Directing my gaze to Seojun, I shoot him the same pacifying smile, leaving the place just as quietly as I came.

My gaze lowers to the ground while trudging through the deserted streets, hands shoved deep into my pockets in search of some warmth against the bitter cold air. Maybe I should have taken my car amidst gathering the last traces of Seojeon out of my home, but then again, she isn’t worth the gas money.

Wandering mindlessly brings me back to an all too familiar apartment building, the weight of the remaining key within my pocket seems to grow heavier. Urging me to step into the place I’ve walked by countlessly since this morning. Beckoning me back to the man waiting—is he waiting?

My eyes widen, pace quickening as I bypass the person seated at the front desk in favor of catching the elevator before the doors shut. The ride up to the designated floor full of fidgety hands and impatient foot taps. It feels like ten years have passed before I’m inserting the key into the lock, carefully opening the door with bated breath.

“Chunhei!” Baekhyun rushes over as I force myself to calmly slip out of my annoying heels; his brown eyes wide and hair still messy from sleep. “Are you okay? I woke up and you weren’t-”

Fuck it.

Cupping his cheeks, I smash my lips to his, “I’m okay.” I breathe, pulling up briefly for air. “I just…” Looking at his worried filled face makes me pause, heart racing at the raw emotions in his shining orbs. The longer I gaze into his wide brown eyes, the more the bad feelings of the day wash away, “I need you.”

Baekhyun gulps, holding my gaze as my hands slide down his chest. He catches my wrists before I can slip them under the waistband of his jeans, “Are you sure?”

Looking him over again, I nod, gasping when he roughly tugs me into his embrace. He kisses me as if his life depends on it, so many emotions pouring from his lips as I tangle my hand in his hair; swiftly wrapping my legs around his waist when his hands grab onto my ass. He walks us back to the bedroom, lips curling against my own smiling ones and eyes sparkling with promise. 

Maybe.. I want more than the pleasure he gives after all.

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Part 1 |  Part 2 |  Part 3 |  Part 4 ✓ |  Part 5 |

One chapter away from completing this story ooommmggg. Thank for reading, sorry for the long wait! I guess today is an angst filled one hehe♡ ♡ have a great weekend!

#baekhyun angst #baekhyun fluff #bbh-net #baekhyun romance

[yourknightingale]

Zoo one shot!

I was at the Toronto Zoo this weekend and hey, Bechloe why not? Shoutout to the anon who encouraged me but buddy, my motivation problem was with time. I appreciate it a lot tho. (PS my zoo is in Bronx but I haven’t been there so it’s gonna be like toronto. Sorry.) Here we go!

She should’ve just rethought this whole thing. Yes, she received two tickets for free from Fat Amy who got them from one of her suitors who volunteers at the zoo where she and Chloe are about to enter right now.

For one, climate change. It’s March and she can’t possibly be more under or overdressed in this weather. The sun beams so brightly yet the windchill stings that she’s basically a walking sunburn with a frostbite.

Another thing, she doesn’t know how Chloe is with zoos. Like, is she going to be comfortable seeing animals contained? Or is she going to appreciate, at least, breeding in captivity and such?

Even Beca is torn. She cares enough for the environment, she’s not that much of a monster. Honestly, as long as they’re doing a decent job keeping the species healthy and alive, she’ll take it. She can stomach it. Enough.

So she is rethinking this whole thing.

But, it’s either this or spending yet another weekend drinking and going out in clubs. When you’re trying to adult the good way, you can’t just be wasted every other Saturday or spend money on unnecessary expenditures. If they walk all day (by that, she means 2 or 3 hours) in the zoo, she’ll be too tired at night and pass out. She gets rest and don’t use up rent cash.

Win-win.

This may be a good idea after all.

Not to mention she gets to spend a day with Chloe. Alone.

That’s the real gem in this little adventure.

“I can’t believe we’re going to the zoo,” Chloe gleams. “It has been a long while. I think I was, like, 12 the last time I went to one. Can you imagine? It’s been more than 10 years!”

The bustle of the families going through the admission is unbelievable. Beca didn’t expect people would be this devoted to trips like this on winter. (It’s still technically winter, right?) Chloe appears to be as excited to be here because she just goes straight right in with Beca falling behind.

“One would think you would frequent a place like this considering you’re like studying them or whatever. I mean, you’re a vet.” She finally replies when she’s caught up, walking side by side with Chloe.

“Not yet, I’m not. That’s why I’m trying to get into vet school, Beca.” Chloe shoots back to which the brunette just rolls her eyes.

The redhead holds the map open and checks it. “Oh look, they’ve got the red pandas!”

“Where?” Beca, who’s very enthusiastic and quick with that question, is a sucker for red pandas and the ginger knows it.

Chloe giggles and pokes her friend’s hip. “One would think that you’re this hardcore alt gal who doesn’t care but deep inside, you’re weak for cute animals.”

“They’re better than humans, Chlo.” She snaps back. Her hand flies to Chloe’s wrist and together, they start going to the direction of Himalayan Highlands.

“I would’ve been hurt by that statement if I didn’t agree with you. They are better.” The older girl allows Beca to lead the way, knowing how she’s super looking forward to seeing those pandas.

Chloe likes zoos. Animals draw her to pursue the career she’s taking at the moment. Initially, she’s thinking of becoming a family vet, inclusive of home pets. She’s had a few losses growing up and as a kid, a part of her holds on to the idea that she will grow up saving dogs, and bunnies.

But now, seeing animals contained somehow gives her more motivation to maybe expand her scope. There are different kinds of mammals, reptiles, and birds etc, that she would want to be trained to treat. Someday.

It can be an option for her to be a zoo vet. Heck, even a wildlife vet. It’s a possibility!

This trip is such a refresher for her and she can only thank Beca (and Fat Amy).

“Chloe, look! Look! Look at those red pandas!” The brunette is all giddy and excited. Very un-Beca like at all and she can only shake her head in amusement.

Beca like a child is a rare find but it’s definitely worth experiencing.

“Bec, there’s a cub, too! Over there!” Chloe joins in, pointing at an adorable tiny panda raccoon at the bottom of a tree. The baby crawls over to what they assume is its mother and cuddles.

Both the girls awww-ed and the younger girl clutches her heart. “This is cuteness overload. I can’t take it! They’re so adorable.”

“Let’s go find some more animals that could kills us!” Chloe takes Beca’s freezing hand and she guides both of them to where the grizzly bears are.

“Your hand is warm.” The younger gal notes when it eventually dawns on her that they are holding each other close. It proves to be a smart move anyway, because her face is still numb.

“I think I’m thawing yours and hopefully your cold heart, too.” Her friend winks at her.

Beca chuckles. “You wound me, Beale. I don’t have a cold heart. I’m just not as expressive as you are. Like, I can love people, too! But like, in my own way.”

She means how she lets Chloe take and hold her hand like this. How she’s not only weak for cute animals but also for Chloe. And Chloe’s going to be a vet so she’ll be surrounded by animals most of the time. Two of her favourite things in one, she’ll die for just a picture of a moment like that. Ugh, she should just marry this woman.

Woah, woah. Where did that come from?

The redhead’s laughter brings her back to reality. They explore and walk some distance, stopping to watch the penguins (“Look at how they waddle!” “Ugh, they’re so squishy!” “Just smile and wave, boys. Smile and wave!” “Did you just reference Madagascar? I thought you still hate movies?” “I do. But you know I can endure animated ones. They’re different!” “I know! I’m just teasing you, grumpy pants!”) and a pride of lions (both singing, “CIRCLE OF LIFE!!!”) and the giraffes (“How does it feel like to be tall?” “Are you asking the giraffes or me?” “Shut up, Beale! You’re literally just 2 inches taller than me.” “2 inches is enough not to let you live it down.”)

They are successful in reaching and seeing all the zoo animals, making most of the free tickets and their time together. Beca suggests they eat and grab something first before heading home to which the redhead happily agrees.

“Mmmm yes, warm coffee to soothe my soul,” murmurs Beca after just a sip. Chloe gives her a warm smile, too, which she thinks is really why her face is not so numb anymore.

“You know, this day fuelled me to really do my best in pursuing being a vet. These animals’ lives really matter. People should really appreciate that.” Her serious tone doesn’t go unnoticed. Beca knows how much she’s been working hard in the past months and she can only be supportive towards her just like how Chloe is very supportive of her on anything.

“You’ll get in, Chlo. Trust me. Have you seen how great you are taking care of people? How much more those animals? You’re like the best human ever.” Beca voicing out encouragements is also a rare find but Chloe knows she means it. She almost doesn’t hear when the brunette mumbles, “You’re my best human.”

“Ooohh, since you’re so possessive of me, I can be anything you want me to be.” The redhead teases while waggling her eyebrows playfully.

“One would think I’d get used to you being this weirdo but boy, you’re so weird.” She fights a smile but gives in. That’s what Chloe does to her.

“I know where you sleep, Mitchell.” Chloe warns but it’s all empty threats.

“Yes, next to me.” Beca nonchalantly replies as she readies herself to get out of the zoo. “I’m tired. Let’s go home. And please don’t kill me in my sleep.”

“If you let me cuddle you, I won’t.” Chloe still is a negotiator and Beca’s physically not up to contradict her.

“Sure, cuddle party like those otters.” The brunette resigns as she hears Chloe snicker softly that it’s a Finding Dory reference.

Beca, out of instinct, reaches out to take Chloe’s hand for warmth. She still needs that body heat until they arrive at the train station where she’s probably gonna fall asleep on Chloe’s shoulder on the ride home.

#bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #one shot #fanifiction #bechloe fics #pitch perfect

[thefarlefchronicles]

Farlef Chronicles Episode 3 - The Return of the Moose

Previously on The Farlef Chronicles - Shit Happened Current - December 24th 2016  

A man is riding in the cold winter on his motorcycle heading home.   

 Home is a strange word for the lone ranger riding on his steel horse. He is an indeterminate height and weight with indiscernible features. He is easily lost in a crowd and easily forgotten. Just the way he likes it. He pulls over to side of the road and takes a drag of his cigarette. This man is Agent Deer aka Roadkill Toast aka The Pink Flamingo of Miami aka Farlef90 aka 2 Legs aka Fucking Can Walk aka The Bro with the Does aka Mike Tyson aka The Other Evans aka 

   "God it is cold out" - Farlef muttered to himself as he tried to get warm while he tried to figure out where he was. He concluded due to the migration of the few birds in the air, the cloud formations, the positioning of the sun and his 47 years of boy scout training he deduced he was 1/2 mile NE from Deer Park. Also all the deer that were heading home for Christmas was a dead giveaway to the direction of the town.

  As he continued into town he was left wondering to himself bout if his father would enjoy the present he got him and if he would try to kill him again. He thought they buried the hatchet after Sam's funeral but if his dad was off his meds he might snap or be jovial. He had a vial of pure Xanax to inject him with if needed but he would rather cause when he does this his dad can briefly walk and then collapses.  In the corner of his eye he noticed something he stopped short to stare at and it sent a chill down his spine. Like a figurative chill not a literal chill even tho it was cold out but a creepy chill like something is coming.

NO NOT THAT, THIS.

 The sight of the half frozen/half eaten deer concerned him on more the one level. He knew this could mean a number of things. Nazi Zombies. Deer Zombies, Deer Park Resident Zombies, Ginger Zombies, Zombie Zombies, A hungry bear who ate the deer while it was frozen from the cold weather then turned into a Zombie. As he shit into his sock he contemplated all the zombie scenarios that could possibly happen. After he finished he threw the shit filled sock at a car passing by with a bumper sticker that read I STOP FOR MOOSE.

"Fucking Moose Port mother fucker" he said to himself as he dove away not noticing the car crash he caused.

As Farlef continued to drive east along W Antler Road (LEGIT ROAD, I GOOGLED IT, LMFAO) turning onto N Monroe Road which in turn became W Monroe Road then W Crawford St then E Crawford St in 4 blocks he was finally home in Deer Park. He took a moment to breathe in the fresh air of his home town. While he did this he failed to notice a car slowly pulling up to him. Luckily with his Ninja reflexes he honed while studying the proper way to prepare Fugu a Japanese delicacy that if prepared wrong could kill you. He did kill 47 people before learning how to prepare it right but 11 of those deaths he did on purpose. No one stiffs The Farlef unless he asks for it. As he landed after doing a triple back flip and throwing 4 shuriken at his would be attackers he got a good luck at them and realized that his 4th worst fear had come true.

THE MOOSE WERE BACK AND WAR HAS COME TO DEER PARK.

Farlef drove as fast as his bike could take him on these ice covered streets to his dad's house. He would need to consult his father, a veteran of the last GREAT DEER PARK WAR. Pulling up to the house he noticed a strange biker in the driveway he never seen before. Normally this wouldn't bother him, his father was an avid motorcycle collector, after all he liked to taunt himself with bikes he would never be able to drive cause he has no feeling in his legs except the feeling of knowing his son is a homosexual. The odd thing about motorcycle was that it was designed for cripples. He then saw his father roll out the back of it and felt a little bit relieved.

     As his dad emerged for his cocoon of a vehicle he noticed his son. He was going to go into his usual racist/homophobic tirade bout his son's lifestyle and decisions but he noticed something in Farlef's eyes he never seen before. Fear. Or maybe he was hungry. Now that he thought about it he never really looked into his son's eyes for fear of catching the gay. He read a story bout how the queerosexuals could turn the manliest of men gay with just a glance and a smile so he hasn't truly looked at his son in 12 years. Now was different, he had an aura about him. Again he wasn't sure what it was, it might have been a gay thing or a deep disturbance in the force. Holy shit he immediately though, maybe this son was coming out as straight. A huge grin creept onto his face and he stood out of his wheelchair for the first time in years with glee.

     "MY BOY, MY SWEET BABY BOY YOUR BACK. MY GOD WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE. TRUMP IS PRESIDENT, THOSE DAMN MEXICANS GOING BACK TO THEIR CESSPOOL OF A COUNTRY AND MY SON IS STRAIGHT AGAIN. I PRAYED AND I PRAYED THAT THE GOOD LORD WOULD TAKE THE GAY AWAY AND HE DID. MOTHER OF PEARL I CAN FINALLY FEEL MY LEGS, WHAT A FEELING. WHERE'S THOSE DAMN LEGOS, I NEED TO RUN OVER THEM BAREFOOT. JEEZ LOUISE I CAN'T EXPRESS HOW HAPPY I AM RIGHT NOW. JOHN, CUT DOWN THE NOOSE FROM THE TREE. I DON'T NEED IT ANYMORE, MY SON IS ALIVE."

     "Dad that is a tire swing. Its been in that tree since I was a kid, you thought it was a noose this whole time? That actually explains a lot like why I keep seeing you swinging from it making choking sounds then disappointed nothing is happening" replied John who was in town visiting. "

     AFTER YOU CUT DOWN THAT ALABAMA WIND CHIME GET ME THE PHONE, I NEED TO CALL YOUR GRANDPARENTS AND TELL THEM MY BOY HAS COME HOME"

     "THEY'RE DEAD" John yelled back as he went to cut down the tree with his chainsaw.

         Farlef contemplated to himself if he should let this charade continue or tell his father what was really wrong. He figured honesty was the best policy and he still didn't forget what happened at Sam's funeral.        

          "Actually about that dad I am still bisexual and also I forgot the bunt cale" Farlef said.

         All the hope and elation died in his father's eyes. No bunt cake he thought to himself not even registering the fact his son came out as bisexual again. He really wished his son just payed for sex like everyone else but this ruined the man. He slink back into his wheelchair depressed as ever. Little did either of them know, they were being watched.

    “You hungry?" Farlef's dad asked, a defeated man once again and broke in mind, body and spirit.

    "Dad I saw something in town and you need to hear about this its important"

       "I know, they opened a gay club in Deer Park called The Queer Deer. Fucking progressive hippies."

         "It's not that dad, it's the moose. They're back."     

       Farlef's dad was silent for what felt like eternity but was actually 1 minute and 42 seconds. He was having one of his patented PTSD flashbacks to the war. The look on his face was sheer disgust and intrigue. He had seen and done many a horrible things in the Great War. Not WW2, an army psychiatrist deemed him too violent to fight in that one. No I am talking about the great Deer Park war of 1941.

   "Son come inside, it's time you heard the whole story about the great war that took place. It was one of the bloodies battles our small town has ever seen"       

    As Farlef's dad rolled into the house, Farlef could smell something……odd from the kitchen.

"You left the stove on?"

"Yea having a small Christmas Eve party. “

      What Farlef saw made him vomit a little. He has eaten some fucked up things in his travel to survive. Entire mounds of ants, goat horns, camel humps, gas station sushi but the meals his father were preparing were truly disgusting for any human to consume.

Um dad what the holy fuck are you cooking?" Farlef asked as he held back his bile.

“The usual a Chicktopus, Boiled Deer head and Chicken and Bananas." 

"HOLY SHIT DAD YOU CAN'T JUST PUT FOOD DIRECTLY ON THE STOVE SOMETHING MIG-"

Before Farlef could warn him bout the danger a huge explosion erupted in the kitchen.

"Jesus that could have been worse, what were you microwaving?" Farlef asked.

"Oh just some Amatex: (ammonium nitrate and RDX)Amatol:(ammonium nitrate)Ammonal: (ammonium nitrate and aluminium powder plus sometimes charcoal).Baratol: ( barium nitrate and wax)Composition B ( RDX and paraffin wax )Composition H6.Cyclotol (RDX) Ednatol , your dad likes to heat them up before he bastes the Octochicken" Farlef’s dad replied.

“THOSE ARE THE INGREDIENTS FOR TNT” EXCLAIMED RIGHT BEFORE THE FIRE ERUPTED.

Instead of anyone helping everyone immediately fled from the house.

Farlef's dad immediately jumped out of his wheelchair and fled the scene.

Farlef jumped out the nearest window once he noticed his father locked the door.

John fled into the ceiling while his girlfriend tried to save their cat to no avail.

Even the horse escaped.

     As Farlef and his dad watched their home burn down he only had two questions for his father. 

  "Dad how did this happen and why now?"

    "Regrettably this happened cause of me. It is time I finally told you about the war and our blood feud with all Moose kind"  

Little did they know as they were talking, they were being spied on.

As they drove towards the city they realized the entire forest around them was engulfed in flames. They realized they needed to get as quickly to deer park as possible in fear of what it has become.

On the outskirts of town they saw their beloved city in such a state of dismay they couldn't comprehend the site.

The city was on fire, everything they ever knew and kind of gave 2 shits about was gone. They both knew one thing and one thing only in the moment. For Christmas this year they would deck the halls with Moose antlers, don their moose killing apparel and kill every last mother fucker with horns. But Farlef had to know why this happened, why the Moose hated them so much.

"Dad I am all for commiting genocide again, especially after what these Moose Fuckers did to our home, our town but how did this all start?" "It is a long story but it started in 1941 ………………….