#—with this alone time! I'm taking full advantage of the empty house to do some Pondering about the Future!

[brown-little-robin]

just had an extraordinarily vivid dream that my family (with the exception of me) decided to go to Japan for the summer/fall with their closest friends, and they left me alone in charge of our empty house without even asking if I wanted to go too, and

[dearramiel]

𝐓𝐚𝐠, 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐭 | 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

✧ - fluff in the beginning of the story, will eventually get dark, undertones of off setting steve, he's kinda stalking her in the beginning, anxiety/paranoia, steve is 28, reader is at least 21, yes I want to be steve's housewife(a lot of those undertones are present throughout the story so steve has a housewife kink), we listen to stevie nicks and honestly it was by pure coincidence, domestic vibes,

You look beautiful..

In that cute little dress, you'd make the prettiest housewife in town, if you'd just let him in. But all he can do is look, as you walk down the driveway of your house, a little empty basket on your arm. He figures that you're running Saturday morning errands. He shuts the blinds of his window, quickly running out of his own house.

"Y/n!" His voice calls out to you, you whip your head around and spot Steve Harrington jogging towards you, car keys in hand. The rattling of his keys come to an end when he catches up to you.

"Steve, Good morning!" You greet, your voice melting his insides.

"Morning, Sweetheart." He says, trying to ease his nerves when he notices the visible reddening on your face, or the way your smile gets bigger.

"Heading out to the markets?" Steve asks, to which you nod.

"I need to pick some stuff up for dinner today." You reply.

"In that little thing?" He motions to the basket.

"Well I'm only making something for myself, my mom and dad are out on vacation.." You giggle, "Unless, you want to join me?"

The older male is a little shocked, is that even a question?

"I don't wanna bother, but I also wouldn't want a little lady like you to be all alone." He grins. "How about I drive you there?"

The next two hours were spent with you trying to politely decline Steve paying for your groceries. You couldn't deny what it made you feel. You felt like you and him were together, walking around the market places as you picked fresh vegetables and canned goods, shoulders bumping by accident, accidentally brushing your fingers against his, even eying a dress.

All which Steve noticed, encouraging you to try them on in a makeshift dressing room that looked to be an extra storage room, mirrors in place where you could twirl in the dress. After deciding on a couple, you step out, showing Steve who was sat on a chair.

"What do we think?" You say, "it's a little long but maybe I'll grow into it." You joke. Steve doesn't speak for a solid second or two, his heart is racing because you look gorgeous.

"I think you look amazing. You should definitely get it." He smiled, looking at how it hugged your upper body, hoping one day he would see underneath.

"There's another, but I'll save it for later." You say, twirling another time to really show him everything. And again, he's nearly speechless.

"I'll be back." You say, going into the room to change back into your own dress. Carefully untying the little bow, blushing when you remember Steve's face.

Once out, you see Steve with the old lady, the owner of the shop. He's smiling to her as he gently pushes her hands full of change back to her, where she then bows her head to him, smiling ever so gratefully. The act is enough to make your pulse pick up, she hands him a bag big enough to fit the articles of clothing on your arm.

Steve noticed you close the door of the dressing room. "Here." He opens the bag, to which you then put everything in.

"You didn't have to, you know ..pay for it.." you say, feeling bad that he's practically been spoiling you all day. You weren't fortunate to have the money he did, and you definitely didn't want to make it look like you were trying to take advantage of his generosity. Most of what you did have was hard earned money coming from your parents, the house you lived in from your grandparents. It's why you pushed them to take a vacation for themselves.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, besides, I think that little dinner will make up for it." He suggests, a sweet smile on his face. You return it.

"Well, thank you for doing this." You play with your fingers, forgetting that he's holding everything. And he doesn't mind because it plays more into his fantasy.

"It's really not a problem."

It's 12 p.m by the time you get back home, Steve has walked you to your front steps, promising to stop by at 6:30 for dinner with you. The thought has you excited, almost throwing yourself into the shower before remembering that you already had, prior to stepping out.

After the excitement settles down, you realize that an unsettling feeling begins to wash over you. Being alone in a big house comes with perks like those, paranoia.

It leaves you feeling unnerved, and it's hard to shake off. It's not the first time you've felt this way, but it's also never been so intense.

You figure that the only way to ease the tension that begins to weigh down on your shoulders is by putting a vinyl into its player. A sense of relief comes down as Stevie Nicks plays throughout the living room, spilling into the kitchen. It helps just enough that you're able to focus on what you want to make, especially now that you want to impress Steve.

You settle on spaghetti and meatballs, after that, a pie to go as dessert.

1:00 p.m. becomes 2 p.m., which becomes 3 p.m., 4 p.m, and then 5:30 p.m, cleaning, cooking, and baking had you distracted, you wash your hands before quickly rushing upstairs to your room, bag in hand, the dresses Steve had bought you now on your bed. You figured that wearing the one he hadn't seen you in would be perfect.

You weren't sure why you were trying to impress Steve, maybe it was the growing crush you had on him, whatever it was, it began to make you feel a little insecure. Trying to live up to his standards, he was known to have any woman wanted, and they were usually really pretty.

You shake away your nagging and negative thoughts, choosing to put on very light makeup, a little bit of eyeliner, lipstick, blush, and eyeshadow, going for a natural look.

You slip out of your dress, embarrassed as you think about also changing your undergarments. It's not like Steve would see you in your underwear anyway.

But.. just in case...

You pick out a matching white lace bra and panties set, then slipping the dress on. You button up the dress, until you reach the last two buttons, leaving a very visible sight for your cleavage. Your chest on display, collarbone showing. Your hair is simple, a low messy bun with some loose hair scattered everywhere aside from your face. By the time your done, it's barely 6:15 p.m, giving you 15 minutes to yourself. With those spared minutes, you slip into your black flats, hanging the other dress in your closet, walking to the kitchen, serving two plates of food, two cups of water, and taking the pie out of the oven, setting it on the counter for it to cool off.

Setting the plates and cups on the table, you're finally done.

Then the ring of the doorbell has your heart jumping out of your chest. You smile and pat down your dress, quickly rushing to the door, opening it swiftly, face heating up when you see him.

Steve Harrington in a suit, holding roses in one hand, the other in his pocket, and you can tell that he's nervous.

He's not moving, stuck in a trance as he looks at the dress you're wearing, down to your legs, before looking back up to your face. An innocent smile on your pink lips, Steve finally moves.

"Hey Sweetheart."

[gojosatoruhumper]

Kinktober 2024 day 9

Rohan Kishibe x reader | praise kink

Prompt: Rohan invited bimbo reader to help him write his new style manga.

Warnings: praise kink, thigh riding, bimbo reader, squirting, blow job

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You and Rohan were always close due to your parent's always leaving you at his house, and when you grew a little older they left you two alone, without your babysitter. You never was the brightest, which at first pissed off Rohan a lot, but he got used to it after a while. He didn't quite have friends in school except you, and always stood up for you if you got picked on. As you got older you started becoming more attractive, wearing the shortest pink skirts with your makeup always done. When you would come over at Rohan's he would be catching sneak peeks of your pink thongs, asking to pick something up for him when in reality he was just taking advantage of you like that.

He never took an interest in other women, why would he? He had the girl that would do anything for him. He always gave you previews of his new mangas, you were his number one supporter.

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You woke up from your nap to a call, looking at the hello kitty clock on your night stand that read 9.24PM. The caller read ''Rohan♡'' which immediately woke you up. ''Hiii'' you say with a sleepy voice. ''Hello Y/N'' ''Can you come over? I'm drawing a new manga but I can't get the angles right, I need you to pose for me'' he said calmly. Which was weird, his drawings where always on point, drawn with such detail. But of course you didn't even bat an eye. ''Of course babe'' you say, already getting up from your bed, heading to the bathroom to get ready. You always called him babe, you liked the nickname. ''Be there at fifteen'' you say over the phone, hanging up.

You fixed up your makeup, picking out an outfit. You went with a pink mini skirt that matched your hello kitty crop-top. Along with that you put on some accessories, putting on your favourite heels. After looking at the mirror one last time you finally left your house to Rohan's which wasn't far away.

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You go inside without knocking, taking off your shoes and heading to Rohan's writing room. He was sitting in his chair, focused on the paper until he heard you come in, focus shifting to you. He had a noticeable bulge that of course went unnoticed by you. You walked over to him while he was sitting, hugging him with your tits in his face. ''Hiii'' you purr, sitting on the empty space on the table. Your skirt was so short that Rohan could see your lace thong. ''What are you drawing'' you ask cutely with your legs swinging.

''A new manga'' ''I'm trying a different style'' he said, relaxing more, man spreading his legs. ''Oooo'' you say interested.

''But I'm having a little trouble with the anatomy and angles'' he says resting his hands on the hand rests on the chair and looking up at you. ''Yeah? I can help with whatever'' you say excitedly. ''Good, I know I can count on you Y/n'' he said smirking. ''Can you get on the sofa for me?'' he asked. You quickly got up going to the small sofa he had in the room. ''What now'' you asked him. ''Take off your shirt Y/n'' he now half demanded, the boner getting even more hard then before. ''I need to see your full body for this'' he explained, not raising a concern for you,

You took off your crop top, throwing it at Rohan who was met with your sweet perfume that he loved. He placed it carefully on his lap. ''Now get on all fours'' he said again, looking carefully at you. ''Okay Rohan'' you immediately oblige, getting on your hands and knees. ''Perfect just like that'' he said turning to his paper, drawing you with no problem. He could've drew you like this from memory, he had your body imprinted in his mind.

He looked at you again, your tits sitting perfectly in your matching lace bra. He could cum only looking at you. ''Now arch your back a little'' he said, gripping his pencil. As you arched your back he could see your ass perfectly with the mirror he put beside the sofa, he planned this.

''Hm.'' he said to himself. ''Come here'' he said not turning away from the paper. You happily came over to him with a smile. ''Get on your knees'' he said to you. ''Okay'' you obliged once again. He stood up unbuckling his belt, taking his pants as well as his boxers off sitting down. You stared at him a little confused. ''Now suck my dick'' he said with a serious face. ''Hm..?' you hum at him ''I need the best and accurate angles Y/n, it's okay'' he explained. ''What if I do it wrong?' you questioned him, not wanting to ruin his manga.

You never sucked anyone off before, only a hand job for Rohan when you were curious and he was happy to teach you how it worked. You had a couple of boyfriends before, but they always ghosted you after telling Rohan about them. Which made you sad but of course Rohan was always there to comfort you.

''No you won't, I know you will do good, you can be a good girl for me right?'' he said looking down at you. ''Okay Rohan I trust you'' you looked up at him with puppy eyes, getting closer to his erect cock. ''Start with the tip'' he said starting to draw the scene on the paper. When your lips met his dick he couldn't help but moan. ''Take it all'' he said, one hand going down to grab your hair while he was drawing with the other.

You shoved his whole dick down your throat, tears swelling in your eyes. You didn't want to upset him so you didn't stop, waiting for him to continue telling you what to do. ''Now bop your head like this'' he started guiding your head on his dick, pace starting slow but increasing. He left go of your hair, hand going on the table, fist closed. ''Yeah just like that, you're such a good girl for me'' the praise made you aroused, a wet patch forming on your thong.

He couldn't miss this moment, drawing it quickly with much detail. With you looking up with your puppy eyes he couldn't last long. His hand's went to your hair, moving your face off his dick. His cum shot at your face and chest, drying. ''Did I do good?'' you asked him, making sure you satisfied him. ''Yes, perfect'' he looked over at the papers on the table. Something else was missing. And also he didn't want to leave you hanging like this. ''Get up here, sit on my lap'' he said patting his lap. You did as he asked, quickly sitting on him. ''Now hump my thigh'' he demanded.

You were good with humping. You spent countless nights humping your pillows, may or may not imagining it was Rohan most of the time.

You slowly started humping him until he spoke ''Faster Y/n''. You did as told, getting more friction, holding on to him for support. You started to moan loudly, closing your eyes. ''Be a good girl, look at me'' you opened your eyes, his meeting yours. Your face was stained with his bodily fluids. Tits bouncing covered in it also. He was drawing everything, not even breaking eye contact. ''R-rohan can I cum now?'' you asked nicely in between moans. ''Yeah, you were doing so good, how couldn't I let you?'' he replied, now looking at your tits. As he said that you squirted on him, staining your thong, his thighs and even his shirt he was wearing.

You giggled at him, pecking his lips. You loved giving him kisses - lips, cheeks anywhere. You did that in public too, often people getting confused about you two dating, Rohan's fangirls getting jealous of you.

''Wanna stay the night?' he asked you, one hand around your waist. ''Yeah of course, we can watch that movie I was talking about!!'' you said excitedly.

[yoonessa]

◜⋆ ࣪ still with you, jeon jungkook ꒰ intro!

Genre: Reunion of former best friends, attempt at comedy, angst, drama & more.

Chapter Warnings: Nothing too serious, just Jk being something... Stupid with the protagonist who in fact, has a name! I can't get used to putting Y/N, sorry, it's wattpad's fault. Flashbacks at the beginning. Jungkook ptd era, a few months before, I don't know, it looks like it did at the end of 2020.

Note!: Sorry if this has grammatical errors of any kind, English is not my first language but I try, take the liberty of (without the need to be cruel, please) correct or point out anything that doesn't make sense. It's not my first time writing a fanfic (surprise, this is part of one of those) but it's my first time publishing some of what I commonly write on wattpad by this app. Let me know what you think!

I've never been the kind of positive person who sees the glass half full or the rainbow after the storm. You could say it was quite the opposite.

I saw the empty glass and had no expectations that there would be water nearby that could fill it, nor did I expect calm after the storm, for all my life I lived in the midst of an eternal one. A frightening, never-ending downpour of bad times and dealings, one after another, another and another.

Naturally, having grown up in the midst of so much disaster, I became one. At the young age of fifteen, adults labeled me a lost cause.

At school the teachers called my attention every time I opened my mouth to give my humble and irreverent opinion on any subject they exposed, they punished me for not doing my homework, for falling asleep in class, for punching some idiot who wanted to be too clever with me and they ended up scolding me for wearing the untidy uniform or sometimes, incomplete.

At home, my parents' attitude toward me was not very different from that of the teachers at school; Yelling, punishment and a few blows for being me… A lost cause that didn't want to be found. I had them fed up.

And I was also tired of having to fight everyone who stood in front of me. Or well, with almost anyone who dared to cross eyes with me, because there was one exception. The only person on the face of the Earth with whom I dared not even jokingly argue was my paternal cousin, Min Yoongi.

The twenty-year-old (back then obviously, duh) was one of the few, or the only person I still had a shred of respect for. But he had earned it in large part by the way he ignored the words of his parents, my uncles, and left home to try to make a living doing what he loved most: music. The other part of my respect came from the fact that when I talked to him like everyone else, like he was stupid and his IQ was -20, he gave me damn devilish looks that sent shivers down my spine.

Min Yoongi was the only living being on the face of the Earth that I listened to and obeyed. Most of the time.

And when my parents realized that, they took advantage. They took advantage of the fact that when he spoke, I seemed to be listening to a prophet of the apocalypse willing to make me survive a few more days, and they also took advantage of Yoongi's economic shortages.

The cards my parents decided to play were simple but advantageous to both parties, supposedly. From my point of view, they put on my cousin's shoulders a responsibility that did not belong to him and that would end up leaving him bald before he was forty: They made him my official babysitter.

Every afternoon, Yoongi had to pick me up when my school day ended and then, since my parents didn't trust my judgment one bit, the pale man had to take care of me for the rest of the day until nightfall; The first few days were boring, if I'm completely honest.

Since I didn't have the trust of adults, I didn't have the privilege of staying home alone, doing nothing and procrastinating. Yoongi would pick me up from high school and then we would walk back to my house, where we would eat whatever mom had prepared before going to work, he would help me do some chores (which initially I didn't even plan to do but that I ended up doing because he got as stubborn as a mule), we would watch TV and when the clock struck ten minutes past eight, he was leaving.

That was our routine the first week, in his second week as a nanny, Min Yoongi finally deigned to introduce me to the boys he had hung out with to try to fulfill her dream.

"She's Hanami”. He said simply, by way of introduction.

“Tell me Hannah, not Hanami. If they do, they're going to get by…” His disapproving look was what made me shut up and smile sweetly not like me. “Just kidding. But I really prefer to be called the first thing”.

Five of the six boys standing in front of me nodded their heads unconvinced. I even think I heard one of them, the tallest and lankiest, whisper something similar to another that he feared for his life.

I stifled the urge to snort and began to explore the room I was in with my eyes. Yoongi had taken me to the small apartment where he said he was living. It wasn't very big or small, it was the perfect size for two people to live comfortably.

The problem is that it was inhabited by seven and that's why it looked tiny. There were things cluttering every space and the neatness, well, it left a lot to be desired. It was a never-ending mess, underwear everywhere, a huge pile of dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, the cushions in the living room were lying on the wooden floor, and the bedrooms…

I felt a chill as I looked at everything in detail. And an immense curiosity overshadowed that spasm when in my field of vision appeared the sixth boy who had been left out of the dry presentation that was given to me.

He beat me by a few centimeters in height, his hair was as black as the… What do I know, the blackest black hole in the galaxy? And equally dark, round eyes that watched me with a certain fear. I was amused to see the feeling heightened when he saw me move in his direction.

“Am I scary?” That was the first thing that came out of my mouth when I was a measly thirty centimeters away from the boy.

I didn't need a verbal response because his body gave him away. He took a few steps back from me, and his voice trembled as he uselessly shook his head:

“No, you're not scary”. Yes, credible.

I chuckled and took the steps he had taken back. This time he stayed in place and when he scanned my face, I could see something else in his half-slaughtered lamb eyes. He wasn't afraid of me for being me, unlike the other lanky guy, he was afraid of me just for being a girl.

And I confirmed it when I extended my hand to him in a friendly way to introduce ourselves properly.

“You heard that my name is Hanna, tell me your name” He looked at me full of insecurity, nervous “Go on, tell me”.

His lips cocked into a grimace, but he ended up going along with me.

"My name is Jungkook," he muttered, clasping our limbs loosely.

“Ah, do you see? It wasn't that hard,” I squeezed his hand tightly before letting go. “You don't have to fear, I don't bite and when I do, it's usually in a fight”.

He was petrified and I began to wonder if Bambi's little eyes lacked humor, because he didn't laugh at the joke that moments later, I had to clarify. That seemed to relieve him.

I was relieved that after that awkward exchange, and as the days went by that I shared with the group of boys, Jungkook became my person; We were the same age, had an intense taste in common for banana milk, and had the same revulsion for the subject of English. We were both similar teenagers living completely opposite lives.

But it was part of what brought us closer together.

When I was in high school, so did Jungkook. In the evenings, when we were supposed to be doing our homework, he was rehearsing some new choreography, a new song, recording something in the studio or composing. And I went with him.

Seen from the outside point of view, the situation could be understood to mean that I was the one who did not leave the boy alone. But seen from my perspective, he was the one who wouldn't let me leave his side. And I wasn't complaining.

He would call me on the phone every morning while we were on our way to school, ask me to stop by the agency (with which he and the other six boys, including my cousin, had signed to start their artistic career) in the afternoons, on weekends he would invite me to his dorm room to do absolutely nothing together or on the contrary, help you clean up all the clutter accumulated in the place. I agreed to everything without hesitation or thinking too much, because I liked it.

Jungkook seemed to enjoy my company and I enjoyed his. I enjoyed and rejoiced in the feeling of feeling indispensable to someone. To even be pleasing in the eyes of another human being.

While I was with him, the problematic Hanami, the one with the worst grades, the useless one with no future, and any negative qualifying adjective with which I had been described before, disappeared. And in contrast, I turned into a bunch of other brilliant, beautiful adjectives.

Being with Jungkook, it was Hanami who was wise, Hanami who - proudly - could eat more than three servings of gimbap, it was Hanami who was the expert in movies and in making the wittiest jokes.

It made me feel like the sun when it was, indeed, the moon. Jeon was the planet earth around which I revolved.

“If she asks you out again, say no,” I raised my hand in the air when the jet-haired man meant to speak. “She threw you lunch a few days ago, it's all clear”.

Nothing was clear to the one-eyed Bambi and he let me know.

“It was an accident, she apologized to me and then offered to share her own. I don't see the problem”. He crossed his arms while dumbfounded.

“Realize, Jungkook! She did it on purpose to make what you just told me happen. She likes you!” I covered my mouth with both hands after I shouted the undeniable truth.

Jeon only raised both eyebrows, but he didn't even flinch, unlike me.

We had been talking for at least forty minutes about a girl in his class who had spent the previous weeks harassing my friend, who, being excessively kind and typical of him, had not dared to send her to… far, far away. He didn't stop and that day, as I remember, she asked him out.

I objected to his acquiescence, and Jungkook would not budge or be willing to follow my advice.

“She likes me, isn't that reason enough to go out together?"

I snorted, stressed. Another way Jeon and I were similar was how stubborn we occasionally were. We stood firm with our decisions until the end.

I was about to roll my eyes one last time when the most timely and juicy idea crossed my mind.

“Okay. If you agree to go out with your partner, I'll ask Taehyung to go on a date.” The roles of who was the most indignant and in disagreement were reversed, it was I who was now watching with disbelief and despair.

“And why Taehyung, Hanami?!” In short, I got him out of his boxes, there were few times when he called me by my full name. “Think again, you fool!”

I let go of the grip on my shoulders, just as I had grabbed him seconds before, and pretended to think, as if weighing his request.

“Nope. If I'm going to date anyone, I want it to be with Tae. Have you seen it? He's funny and he has good taste in music,” Jungkook pretended to vomit at my feet after hearing the way I described his friend and partner.

Just as I refused to let my best friend go out with that bullie, Jeon refused to visualize a reality in which I had anything to do with the younger Kim's. As he once explained to me, one of the many in which I joked that I liked Tae, said that it would be strange and that if things went wrong between me and the square-smiled boy, I wouldn't be able to take sides.

“Go out with anyone else but not Taehyung, please” he complained in a chant, shaking my arms.

I don't know if it was the work of the wise universe or a coincidence, but while Jungkook threw his tantrum begging him to find another candidate to go out, my first supposed choice appeared in the practice room we were in.

He was wearing black sweatpants and a white sleeveless shirt that was noticeably larger and made him look smaller than he actually was.

He stood behind Jungkook, who, in his temper tantrum, did not notice the grimaces of displeasure that Kim directed at him. It was inevitable to let out a laugh when Taehyung made a face that I thought was funny.

“Do you still dare to laugh…?”

“Leave Hannini alone, Jungkook,” Tae interrupted, pushing aside the man and passing an arm around my shoulders in a friendly manner. “I told you you should be my best friend, but you refused”.

It was common for Taehyung to spontaneously show up and start talking about anything, joking and jumping from topic to topic every five seconds. It could be stunning at first. And it annoyed Jungkook that he hinted that he could be a better friend to me than he was.

“I just don't want to be your best friend, Taehyung,” he frowned. “I want us to go for a walk and hold hands”. I pulled his arm out of my arm and clasped our hands quickly.

I took him by surprise and saw that he was about to make a disgusted face, but I gave him a squeeze and surreptitiously looked at the round-eyed man who was looking at us without believing my audacity.

He picked up on my true intentions, relaxed, and played along.

“Oh my dear Hanna, you don't know the joy that fills my heart when I hear you say these beautiful words.” Drama was Taehyung's middle name, though I attributed that drama to a behavior learned from the eldest within his group.

The hand we were holding became on his chest for a few seconds before Jungkook slapped it away. He was outraged, furious and… He looked too cute like that.

“Yah, you're not going out anywhere together!” The youngest of the three of us tugged at my hand and pulled me quickly away from Tae, who could barely contain his mocking laughter. “Stop bothering me, both of you”.

As expected, we did the opposite. Taehyung looked at me and I looked at him, then we looked at Jungkook and our fit of laughter erupted. At that age we used to laugh a lot at the expense of Bambi's little eyes, probably because he was funny without even trying and he wasn't aware of it.

What I'm well aware of is that this fifteen-year-old Jeon Jungkook doesn't share the same feelings for me that the current Jungkook harbors.

“I don't like it, change it or something.”

I refrain from literally pulling the strands of my hair or shouting a whole string of insults at him and contrary to everything above that someone in my situation and with a sane mind would do, I offer him my most false but pleasant smile before in a calm tone, ask:

“What's not to your liking this time, huh? Because we've changed the track five times, your part of the lyrics three times and the name twice.”

Most of the time I love my job, it makes me feel fulfilled and with a reason to live, spending my time locked in the studio making musical arrangements, composing side by side with other people and helping in the recording of new songs satisfies me. And I never thought I would become one of those people who hates to work because that's precisely why I had chosen to dedicate myself to this, because no one can be unhappy if they earn money doing something they love.

But I was wrong, I've been hating with every inch of my body and heart, working. The last three months have been horrible and all I want is to be fired, to be fired without a chance to come back even if I beg, because I wouldn't. If I do beg, it will be for them to change the group from which they put me as the main producer.

“And I'm still not convinced one bit, despite all the changes you mentioned,” Jungkook says cynically. I want to punch him “It doesn't matter, I think we'll have to do everything from scratch.”

I'm going to punch him, I'm going to take his head in my hands, and I'm going to smash it against the computer keyboard until he thinks about the great stupidity he just spouted so lightly.

I'm about to open my mouth and probably ruin my short but flawless career as a producer when the studio door is suddenly opened and a certain twenty-something saves me from being unemployed.

“Hanni, the food has arrived, let's eat because I feel like I'm out of my mind- Oh, sorry for interrupting!” When Yeonjun realizes who I'm with, he doesn't take long to bow several times to apologize “You can also come and eat with us, hyung”.

I give the turquoise-haired man a disapproving look and he gives it back to me. Yeonjun doesn't understand why I claim that Jungkook doesn't like me and I don't understand why he just invited him to eat with us when these last few months I've repeated to him ad nauseam that I feel some discomfort around him.

Both are half-truths, of course. But I also can't tell Choi that one of his idols and I have known each other since we were stupid teenagers - more him than me - and that the reason he knows and claims that he doesn't like me is because that's exactly what happens.

Jeon Jungkook hates me, he's not happy that we've met again after years of not hearing anything from me and I completely understand.

© 2023. Please do not translate or upload to another platform, it's already on Wattpad.

[doodleoogles]

Reconnect - Part 3

Al clumsily sunk on the backseat of Brent's car, "I'm so full, I want to sleep now…" he muttered, but it's still loud enough for us to hear.

I sat on the passenger seat and tugged at the seatbelt. It won't budge so I pulled harder.

Brent smiled apologetically, "I plan to get that fixed soon." A car passed by on the opposite highway, its' headlights casted a glow inside the car and I noticed the soft features of his face.

I looked away, "It's fine, I can manage." the seatbelt finally slid into place and I buckled up.

"Where are we????" Al blurted out, I looked behind me and saw him rubbing his head, eyes closed.

"Let's drop him off first." Brent said, switching the gear into drive "Then tell me where I should drop you off."

The thought of being alone with him in his car is making me lose focus for some reason. It should be a normal car ride at 1AM, we haven't seen each other in awhile so we should simply catch up as any normal friends would. So why is my brain getting all hazy? I looked outside instead, watching the empty streets of the metro.

"You know what?? Why don't you just take her home with you Brent?" Al said loudly from the backseat. "Go ahead, bring her home."

"Jesus, Al. You're drunk as fuck tonight." he didn't budge at Al's outburst. He looked relaxed as he navigated the road.

After a few minutes, he pulled over in front of a tall white gate which I assumed was Al's house. Al, as clumsy as he got inside the car, got out exactly the same way. He wiped invisible dust at the side of his pants, flashed a wide grin at us and did a salute before running towards the gate of his house.

"You know what," Brent said, checking his phone quickly before returning his eyes on the road, "I still wanna grab a few drinks, what say you? I don't usually drink a lot when I have to drive. There's Al to consider, he's like my unofficial boyfriend every damn time we go out."

"True, you've been having way too many bromance dates with him." I looked at my watch, 1:48AM, "I don't mind, I didn't drink much either."

He googled a convenience store nearby and drove towards it. We parked and I got out of the car. He gave me a couple of bills so I can get some drinks while he do his business at the public restroom beside the store. When I went back outside, he's checking his phone while leaning on the hood of his car. He returned the phone to his pocket when he noticed me striding towards him.

"I think this is the part where we catch up?" I asked, handing him his beer.

We talked for more than an hour. I didn't realize how much has happened to our own lives before today. He's one of the few people I know who has a laudable outlook in life and relationships. Hell, there was even a time in my life where I cried my eyes out to him when I was stupid enough to fall for a married man. He's a good listener, gave very sound advice, and never once tried to take advantage of my vulnerable state. The "kinda hookup" happened long after that, when I was all better. I didn't realize how mature he really is, and it makes me wonder why someone like him would still be single. He probably has as many issues as I do.

"You should come tomorrow," he said as I was grabbing my phone to book a ride home. He offered to drive me home but I refused. I can't be close enough like that.

I wrinkled my nose, "I will think about it. I'm really enjoying this new aunt mode where I spend my evenings reading a good e-book then relaxing with some cucumber in my eyes."

He held my hand, "It's an event for a cause. Come on."

I dismissed the thought of how soft his hand felt, but I didn't pull my hand away, "I said I will think about it, Okay?"

"Good enough." he let my hand go, came to my side and hugged me from that angle. He gently pulled me close and run his hand across my waist before wrapping me in a tight hug. He burrowed his face in my hair and I slightly tilted closer to him. My phone vibrated in my other hand, thank God I was saved by the notification.

"I gotta go." I peeled myself away. I watched as the driver entered the empty parking lot where we stood a few meters away. I glanced back at him and noticed his gaze is still fixed on my face. I leaned forward for another hug before leaving. He whispered something I couldn't clearly understand but it sounded something like an empty meaningless "love ya."

Somehow I felt like I am very close to making shitty decisions once again. I better have more control on this. "It should be easy," I thought before opening my phone when I got home around 3:30AM. Instead of trying to sleep, I scrolled through our messages, trying to recall why the hell did we never work out.

[nothingtoseeherejustme]

History repeats itself

It must be hard on her, but it's also hard on me, because I know exactly how she feels. Actually, I feel her and I understand her feelings better than I did mine at the time.

I don't want her to go through this.

But it happened.

And all I can do know is give her an ear, and a good advice. Because I'm in a big dilemma right know on how exactly I should react to her being simply a teenager.

I think I had it hard. I cried a thousand times, and I tried everytime to hide my tears. I would litterally cry anywhere people won't be watching. Could be the rooftop at night, the cellar, the living room when mom was in supermarket, or just you know, my room at 1 am after I made sure everyone was sleeping.

Anyway, I had to cry and I had to let it all out. Mostly, I needed to talk about it, but unfortunately, I only had bad ears listening, and trying to take advantage of the situation.

What I cried about would seem totally stupid to me now, but it did matter at the time. I made huge mistakes. I sold myself to the devil.. for free. I let strangers embrass me, and I took comfort in hands of dirty humans.

And I say humans, because I guess they were all the more confused, and maybe as wrecked up as I was.

I think one of the scariest years of myself were these. Being impressed by those "out of the rules" girls, and musician boys, and people in love, and people that had something that made them special, while I was first of my class, dressing up like mom's girl, and being terribly uncomfortable in my natural hair, and acneed face.

I wanted adventure, and attention (not from my teacher or my oncle telling his beautiful blond daughter to be like me, cause that's how I pictured everyone else at the time : beautiful while I thought I weren't). But from poeple my age.

The scariest thing wasn't that. It was that I had full access to internet, and an empty room. And god knows what I was doing. From dating virtual man, to sneaking out, to talking on anonymous websites, to opening up about every little detail about my feeling, like I still do now, and this very moment, to totally embarrassing myself thinking I found a "virtual" soulmate, and another, and another, and then to actually dating a real person, and the sneaking out, and the having all that attention on me... And those "real" people were nice and I don't regret them, but I regret feeling bad all along for dating them, and for turning into a person I was still getting used to be.

I let some people tell me bad things about me, and I did everything they wanted. It's a scary world we live in. That bad oppressed side of me grew out of control, and it followed it eveywhere, and sometimes I cry when I remember I was rabat streets alone at 4am, after I left some asshole's house for a reason I don't wanna remember, with cars following me thinking I'm a hooker, and me in my big black jackets, trying to hide the fact that I'm lost at night in streets I don't recognize, and 40dhs in my pocket trying desperatly to find a cab, but no cab was there, and I got to my school in chills. Did I tell anybody this story? How could I? It's so embarrassing I would die. I could have died, or got kidnapped, or just got raped in an atrocious way, but I survived that day, and I survived many other days.

But I think, it's that mentality that grew in me in my very highschool room is what got me there, along with a few brave steps I kept taking.

*Sight*

I'm glad I didn't die. What may seem like a small adventure for a girl at that age may turn wrong (few more details I don't wanna add).

I don't want her to go through anything similar, but... what can I do?

What did 15yo me need to hear at that time?

[sweetsweetjellybean]

TW: Smut-tacular 3 way smut. Angst. NSFW.

AN: Thanks to @loveshotzz for listening to all my ramblings & my beta @billybluboy for all her hard work.

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""Goddam, baby."

"Mmmmhmmm."

"Please tell me your close," Eddie says with closed eyes, neck muscles straining, his hand furiously circling your clit. 

"No. Not yet. Just a little longer." With both hands pressed on his smooth, solid chest, you raise your hips and drive them back down, taking his hard cock as deep as you can. After a notably quiet dinner, Eddie wanted to take advantage of the empty house by finishing what you had started that morning. 

The sex between you had always been spectacular and left you feeling closer to him, which is exactly what you are craving, but your body must have missed the memo. Teetering on edge, your muscles are bunched so tight, begging for release, but every time your close thoughts of what could have happened between you and Steve appear, pulling you back from the brink. 

"Baby, I'll eat you out for hours after this, I swear, but I need to come." Leaning back and changing the angle, you ride him faster. "Fu..oh ga." He moans as he pulses deep inside you, filling you with his warm release. 

"Holy shit, that was amazing," he pants as your motions slow to a stop, "Just give me a minute, and I'll make you come.

"It's just not going to happen tonight, Eddie," you say, climbing off him and going to the ensuite to clean up, grateful for a minute alone to sort through your emotions without worrying that your expression will betray you. When you return, he's sitting up with his back against the wooden headboard, the sheet gathered around his waist and his eyes full of worry. 

"What's wrong?" His hesitant tone leaves you steeped in guilt. 

"Nothing," you sigh, pulling a shirt over your head, "I don't know what's going on with me." He holds open his arms, and immediately some of the tension fades. You join him under the blankets without hesitation, letting him draw you close. "Tell me about your day. You got your van, alright?"

"Yeah, I owe Wayne another fifty bucks for the impound fee. The cops tore through it and took my favorite bowl."

"Well, I'm sure you'll find another."

"Baby, she was my favorite. What we had together can't just be replaced. I'll need some time before I'm ready to move on." He pulls the blankets up to his chin and makes his doe eyes droop.

"Okay. I'm sorry for your loss. Please, continue."

"Thank you," he says, putting his arm around you, "Hopper was able to clear most of it up…except for Chrissy." You stiffen at the mention of her name. 

"That's still under investigation, but Hopper said it's a formality. There isn't any evidence that, you know, that I hurt her. Just that she was at my place. So, I've just got to stay in town and stay out of trouble until that's over."

"And why were you two alone in your trailer, again?"

He hesitates. His lips draw into a thin line, and he turns away from you, sliding open the nightstand drawer and rummaging through it.

"Uh-huh." Getting out of bed, you pick up the basket of clean laundry that still needs to be folded. The clothes in the basket mainly belong to Steve, and you sigh, remembering you forgot to stop at your parents" house to pick up more of your things. 

"Can you drive me home tomorrow? I need to pick up the rest of my clothes." Shaking out a pair of jeans, you try to smooth some wrinkles before folding them neatly. 

"I start back to school tomorrow." He's doodling in a small black notebook he found in the drawer.

"Tomorrow? You can't start back next week?" 

"I've already missed so much. I have a ton of make-up work to do or I'm going to be repeating this year again. Plus, there is hellfire and the band."

"Alright. I get it. I was hoping we'd have a few more days together. And I'd have a car or a job or something." And maybe it would be better for you not to be alone with Steve all day, but you weren't going to tell Eddie that.

"No luck today?"

"Not unless you want me stripping. Steve is going to ask Hopper to help me get a job at Enzo's." 

"Steve is?"

"Yeah, why?" You ask, matching up a pair of socks, "Maybe he can take me to my house tomorrow." 

"Well, isn't Steve being helpful now that you've fucked him?"

The shirt you were shaking out slips through your fingers, and you look down at the pile of clothes in front of you. "I'm going to take a shower. You can fold your own goddamn clothes," you erupt, taking the rest of the clothes and throwing them at him. Turning on your heel, you walk to the bathroom. 

"Baby-" The rest of what he said is cut off as you slam the door and turn on the shower.

The clock built into The Mister Coffee dings, followed by whirring and gurgling as it comes to life and begins to percolate. Standing at the island, you yawn as you smear some mustard, mixing it with the creamy mayo on two slices of bread before adding some deli-sliced ham and cheese.

"Baby, are you making that for me?" Eddie walks into the kitchen wearing his hellfire shirt and light jeans. 

"I am. I wanted you to have a good lunch for your first day back." You explain as you wrap up the sandwich in wax paper and add it to the brown bag filled with an apple and a bag of pretzels. 

"Thank you, my love." His arms go around, and you turn your head to receive his soft kisses. 

Lingering in the shower last night, you had hoped the hot spray would wash away some of your anger toward Eddie. By the time you slipped into bed, he was already asleep, and you wondered if his early night was preparation for an early morning of school, or avoidance. You battled a restless night of tossing and turning, and when the alarm blared this morning, it was as if nothing had happened. A silent agreement sealed with an almost mundane good-morning kiss to move on and leave things unresolved—the status quo whenever there is a conflict between the two of you.

"Hellfire on a Tuesday? Did it move nights?"

"Nah. It's still on Fridays. I can't go back to school in one of Harrington's Polos, though. I need to go to Wayne's after school. He said he had saved a box of my things. Hopefully, there are some clothes in there. I need to talk to Rick too. I'm hoping he'll front me so I can get some money for necessities."

"I thought you were laying low?" You tighten the lid on the mayo before putting it back in the fridge.

"Baby, it's seven in the morning. Can we please not do this? Just trust me, okay?" He presses a kiss to your lips. "I got to go." He picks up his lunch bag and slings on his jacket. 

"Alright. Play nice with other children." He rolls his eyes, and he's out the door. 

Padding through the quiet house, you had every intention of going to your room to get ready for the day. So when you find yourself standing in front of Steve's room with your hand poised to knock on the door, you pause. The grocery bag with a few boxes of tea sat on the kitchen counter this morning, which was the only reason you knew he was home. He's your friend, and you want to see that he's okay. Your heart beats a little faster as you lightly knock on his door. 

"Come in," he calls in a gravelly voice. Your hand turns the brass knob, and you open the door just enough to slip inside. A sliver of light at the bottom of the window frame steals in below the drawn curtains illuminating the dark room enough to see Steve propped up one arm, laying shirtless in his bed, the light blue sheets gathered at his waist. Your eyes follow the curves and dips of his muscled arms and shoulders, and you remember how they felt as they flexed under your hands while he was inside you. Tearing your gaze away from his body, you focus on his face as the memory has your skin flushing red, sending tiny sparks to every cell. 

All the words you wanted to say stay locked away as you stand caught in his gaze. He opens his mouth and swallows, saying nothing, folding back the corner of the blankets on the empty side of the bed. Accepting his invitation, you slide between the soft sheets until you lie facing him, tucking your hand underneath the pillow. 

"Hi," you say softly, wanting to break the silence as he mimics your position. 

"Hi." His hair sticks up every which way, and light stubble lines his jaw. 

"I didn't hear you come home last night. I was worried."

"You don't have to worry about me."

"Too bad. I'm going to worry about you anyway. That's what friends do."

"Does it make me a terrible person if I admit I like it?" 

"Why do you like it?"

He rolls onto his back and scrubs his face. "I don't know. Don't listen to me. I think I'm delirious from lack of sleep."

"Okay. Let's go to sleep then. I'll stay with you."

"Okay," he says, shutting his eyes. And so it became something of a routine. As soon as Eddie left for school, you would crawl into bed with Steve for another few hours. Then again, after lunch, you would watch TV or read while he napped next to you. By the end of the week, he started looking and sounding a little more like himself. 

"You can come in," Steve calls after you knock Friday morning. Surprisingly, he's up and almost dressed. The curtains are open, and the bright morning light fills the room. 

"What are you doing today?" He asks, pulling a green sweatshirt over his white tee tucked into a pair of light-wash jeans. Your plan was to spend the morning in his bed, and you were a little disappointed that wouldn't happen.

"Nothing special," you try and sound casual, not like your whole day had been planned around him.

"My dad called. I have to bring some paperwork to his office in Indianapolis."

"That sounds nice," you say, looking down at your feet and tugging on the sleeves of your shirt, "getting out of town for the day."

"Yeah? Do you want to come with me?" He fastens his watch over his wrist, and you wonder if he's trying to be as nonchalant as you are by pointedly not looking at you when he says it.

"I'd like to, but I'm not dressed," you say, looking down at your long-sleeved tee and a pair of Eddie's boxers. 

"I have to pick up the files at his office in Hawkins. I can go do that and come back. Would that give you enough time to get ready?"

Smiling, you nod your head.

"Alright. Better hurry." He teases. 

Two hours later, you've traded the quiet streets of Hawkins for the noise and bustle of downtown Indianapolis. Skyscrapers and tall buildings line the streets of Mile Square, and you try not to gawk like a tourist as you exit the underground garage where Steve parked his car. The sound of rushing water has you turning your head. The Soldiers' and Sailors' Monument is just a block away.

"I didn't realize we were so close to Monument Circle. Your dad works down here? How rich are you?" You ask, brushing aside some hair that's blown into your face. 

"I have about four hundred dollars in my checking account and some savings bonds from grandparents, so not very," He laughs and takes your hand the way one would a child as he leads you across the busy street. His father's office is on the third floor of a tall gray building. Embarrassingly, your sneakers squeak on the polished marble floor of the pristine lobby as you walk to the bank of elevators. Steve hands off several folders and a manilla envelope to the receptionist, who thanks him before he opens the office's glass door for you to exit back into the hall.

"That's it? You don't want to say hello to your dad?" You ask, following him down the beige hallway.

"Nah." He pushes the 'down' button to call the elevator. "He's busy. Besides, there's someone else I'd rather spend time with." 

A warmth that pinkens your cheeks and ears accompanies the smile you wear all the way down to the lobby. Once you hit the crowded sidewalk, you look towards the memorial again.

"Do you want to go?" Steve asks, motioning with his eyes toward the towering monument.

"Do we have time?"

"We have all day. Come on." He holds out his hand, and you take it. The two of you step into the stream of people walking toward the circle. 

The Soldiers' and Sailors' Monument is a limestone obelisk that stands tall enough to look like it's kissing the clouds, but in truth, is still dwarfed by the taller buildings in the Indianapolis skyline. The ornate stone statues pay tribute to fallen soldiers and the four branches of service, with lady victory standing watch over all of it with her sword and torch. The tiered fountains that flank its raised foundation always draw your eyes. The two of you linger there, watching the water cascade from the statuary.

"This is my favorite part," you say in a voice raised high enough to be heard over the falling water as it flows into the pools at its base. 

"The fountains?" He asks, turning those deep hazel eyes on you. The gold flecks are strikingly notable against the green of his sweater. In fact, if you could only choose one word to describe Steve Harrington, it would be golden. 

"Yeah. Anything with water just makes me instantly at peace. I have a cousin in Maine that my family visited a few times during the summer when I was little. I used to sit on the beach and just watch the waves for hours." You turn your eyes to the monument and the tourists viewing its majesty. "Eddie asked me to move away with him after he graduates. A fresh start and all that. He said we could find someplace near the ocean."

"You're leaving?" You can feel his eyes on you, but you don't return his gaze. "That's... it's really soon. What I mean is that's good. I'm really happy for you. You both deserve a happy ending."

"Well, we are working with Eddie time here. It probably won't be that soon. We'll have to save up. I'm sure you'll be more than ready to kick us out by then."

"I doubt it." He turns quiet and runs his hands through his hair before resting his arms on the stone banister. "Do you want to go up?" After a few minutes of silence, he asks, "it might be your last chance if you're leaving."

It only takes a moment to consider before nodding your head and following him inside. He pays a small fee for you to take the elevator bypassing most of the stairs that lead to the observation deck. After climbing the remaining forty-nine stairs, the tight stairwell opens up to the small viewing area, and your breath catches at the gorgeous view of the downtown area. 

"When was the last time you were here?" Steve asks as he wraps an arm around your waist, guiding you closer to the windows so a family can pass around you in the tight quarters. 

"The field trip in eighth grade. Do you remember?"

"That's right. I goofed off all day. I don't remember very much of it. That's what we should do today."

"What?"

"Go on a field trip. What do you think?" His excited smile makes him look younger, and you have to admit you're happy to see the lightness in him return.

"Where do we start?"

"I can't believe we're at the zoo," you say happily as you wrap your arm around his elbow while passing the dutch windmill at the entrance of the Washington Park Children's Zoo. "Are we going to ride the little train?"

"Absolutely. Anything you want." The late spring sun warms your skin as you take in flowers bursting with color planted around the park. "What do you want to do first? Look at the Tigers or ride the train?"

"The train," you say, bouncing on your toes, "we can look at the elephants."

"Okay, sweet girl." He laughs and steers you toward the little station. Sliding onto the bench seat of the miniature train, you wait for the driver to sound the whistle before it starts chugging down the tracks. 

A little girl in front of you twists in her mother's arms and peeks shyly at Steve. "Hi." He waves at her, and she buries her head in her mother's shoulder, only to pop up a moment later and stick out her tongue. The two of you start making faces at her until she's caught up in a fit of giggles. Her mother notices and turns her around, seating her on her lap. Steve wraps his arm around you, pressing you into his side as he points out the elk on his side of the open-air car. Hawkins and everyone in it feels so far away. Maybe it's okay to get a little lost with him today?

"I'm glad we ate before we went into the primate house," you say, crinkling up your nose.

"It was a little ripe in there." He shares your sentiment as he sucks in some cleaner air on the way out of the exhibit. "You know they are closing this whole place soon."

"What? No." Your brow pulls together as he takes your hand.

"Yeah. They're moving to a bigger piece of land. It will be all new."

"Another piece of our childhood gone. I guess we're growing up," you say a little wistfully.

"I guess so," he nods, stopping in front of the penguin pool, "I always like these guys. They seem so happy diving in the water, hanging out with their friends, and getting tasty fish."

You laugh and squeeze his hand. "The good life." you agree.

 A flustered dad with three crying children plows into the back of your heels with his stroller knocking you forward and mumbling apologies as he tries to get his children a spot to view the animals. "Are you alright," Steve asks, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you in front of him. 

"Yeah. I'm fine." He slips his other arm around you, and you relax into his strong chest. His breath is in your hair, and you're not really paying attention to the penguins anymore.

"I wasn't expecting it to be so big."

Steve blows out a breath and tilts his head to the side. "I get that a lot." Spinning to face him, your eyes widen, and your mouth hangs open. His cheeks blossomed apple red. "I mean not a lot. I've heard it…The sculptor. I'm talking about the sculptor," he stutters, rubbing the back of his neck, "Get your mind out of the gutter. Let's go." 

The Love sculpture stands impressively about twelve feet high with the serif letters of L and O stacked over the V and E, spreading its message to the visitors of the Indianapolis Museum of Art. Walking closer to the steel rendering, the poetry of feeling small in the face of the word that defines something that often feels too big to contain is not lost on you. A light breeze sweeps across your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and you turn to look at the boy standing a few feet behind you, whose gaze brings about the same effect. 

"Now I know what love looks like." He's watching you with glittering eyes, and pieces of your heart break away, turning into butterflies that flutter inside you. Moving to where he waits for you, your fingers thread through his, and you wonder how you can be afraid to lose something that's not even yours. 

He's still holding your hand. Driving with the other, your intertwined hands resting on your thigh while he sings softly along with The Cars playing on the tape deck. Unlike earlier today, Steve hadn't stopped touching you as you toured the museum, his hand tangled with yours, an arm around your shoulders or waist, pressing against you with his soft lips grazing your temple and his thumb tracing patterns on any exposed skin it found.

An unspoken permission had been granted with your act of affection, one that you are now rescinding as you cross into Hawkins town limits. Your trembling fingers pull away from him as you rest your head against the car window and hug your arms across your chest to stave off the loss. His empty hand falls to your thigh, giving you one last squeeze before returning it to the steering wheel. 

The passing street lamps illuminate the dark roads on your way to Steve's house. Most streets are barren, the majority of the town already tucked safely into their homes at this late hour. Eddie's van is in the driveway when Steve pulls in and shuts off the car. 

"I had a really nice time today. Thank you." Your voice is shaky as you break the silence. 

He twists in his seat to face you. "I should be the one thanking you. You gave up your whole day for me." 

No stars are out tonight, and the moon is obscured by clouds. The inky blackness of night presses in on all sides. The only traces of light escape from gaps between the curtains covering the house's windows. The engine ticks as it cools, and neither one of you makes a move to go inside.

"Why does it feel like I'm saying goodbye to you?" Steve asks, his expression hidden in the darkness. 

"Steve, that's…we live in the same house." But you feel the same way. He leans in closer to you. And although you know you shouldn't, you mirror his movements. Your pulse is racing, and your breath comes quicker through your parted lips. Moments pass before you feel his touch, but it isn't what you expected. His forehead rests against yours, noses brushing, his warm exhales fanning your chin. Your decision is made, and you lift your chin to find his lips. The second before your mouths fully meet, he changes direction after the barest brush of his silky lips. His nose glides down along your cheek, and a low noise escapes his throat. 

"Go inside, sweet girl." He leans back in his seat and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Please. I'll be in a few."

With the fog of your longing dispelled, you scramble out of the car with the sting of unshed tears behind your eyes. You don't look back as you close the front door behind you. Your limbs feel heavier with every stair you climb, weighted down with the reality of what almost happened. Again. As you plaster on a smile before entering the room where you know Eddie is waiting, you promise yourself this will be the last time.

Part 5

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[dnarez]

Chapter 1

Inside an apartment in the middle of NYC, a gigantic polar bear humanoid got inside a totally pink and feminine room, only to find it full of boxes, and with no one inside it.

"C-CAPTAIN! YOUR DAUGHTER VANISHED AGAIN!!!" Bepo, the gigantic humanoid polar bear, shouted running around the penthouse until he found Law on his office. "Captain!! Your daughter-!"

"I heard you the first time Bepo!" Law, a pro hero and a surgeon, shouted to him, his tattooed hand holding a cup of hot coffee "She didn't 'vanished again' I send her to get my last documents from the hospital" he drank his coffee in one go and went back to dismounting his computer.

"B-but! Do you really think that is a good idea to let her go alone!!? It's 3AM!!!" Bepo shouted while flailing his arms around.

"I- DO YOU THINK I AM SOME KIND OF IDIOT TO GO SEND MY OWN DAUGHTER AT 3AM ALONE IN NEW YORK!?" The Death Surgeon looked pissed at his best friend, but regret it when he saw Bepo making 'the face'. "STOP ACTING CUTE!"

The doctor huffed and scratched his chin "I send her with Penguin and Shachi, don't need to worry, now go back to packing" he turned around and went back to dismounting.

"If you send Shachi and Penguin, why send her too? Dondon-chan was almost done packing her room" Bepo went to the bookshelf and started packing the books.

"Only me, and my family members can take my patient's information, it would be useless to send them, to do something that they won't be able too... besides... she needs to get some fresh air... Moving across the world and away from her friend is probably taking a tool on her."

"W-what!? But she is totally normal and smiling saying that she will be able to make a lot of friends there and how she can't wait to decor her new room and-!"

"BEPO!" the polar bear looked at his captain surprised by the aggressiveness of his voice. "She's trying to be positive... she doesn't want to leave, but she knows that it's useless to ask me to stay"

Even with his back turned Bepo knew that his captain was sad about having to move. "Can't we stay? Why do we have to go back, I still don't understand"

Law sighed "I know it was sudden, and I too would prefer to stay, but... we can't... that bitch-" he sighed again and rubbed his hand on his face "her mother wants this apartment, and she already got the judge to make me give her my house! And my CAR! AND MY SUMMER HOUSE! I JUST-!" The surgeon buried his face on his hands.

Bepo waited patiently for his boss to calm down.

"I don't have a choice, Bepo WE don't have a choice, her mother got everything she wanted from me, even a damn allowance for god's sake!" Law went back to dismounting the computer to have something to do with his hands.

"Rocinante-sama said that you agreed to all of that, so why are you upset?"

"I didn't have a choice Bepo! If I didn't agree to all of that she would get my damn daughter! And I would never see her again! That bitch of a woman would abuse Y/n-chan without a second thought to try and get back at me!" Law got up and started passing back and forth on the office "And before you ask about 'how do I know that' I know because that's the reason I'm getting a damn divorce! That- that woman assaulted my daughter for years without me knowing!! She knew that I would do anything for our child, and she took advantage of that" huffing he finally settles down on his office chair that still needs to be dismounted "she got more than half of my salary, my 3 houses, my boat, my investments, I gave her everything, and if she asked for more I would gladly give her more, if it meant to have my daughter with me, I would even stop being a hero"

Bepo smiled at him "But what will we do when we get to Japan? It's been so long..."

"We will go our separated ways, my daughter and I will live with my father for the time being, I will need to search for a new hospital to work, and a school for her, another hero agency, and- argh! OMG! so much to do" he scratches his head and notices his every day polka dotted hat wasn't with him "What-? Where?" He looks around and doesn't see it.

"DAD! WE ARE BACK" you run to the office while holding no boxes, and a familiar polka dotted white hat on your head.

Law huff and gives his daughter a small smile "Give me back my hat"

"Here" you kiss his forehead and put his hat on his head

"By the way... where are my boxes?" He looks at your empty hands.

"Shachi and Penguin put it on the living room"

Bepo gives you two a side glance and notices Law signaling for him to get out "I will go help them!"

You wave at him and Bepo closes the door behind him, leaving the two of you alone.

"Y/n... we need to talk" Your father got up, towering over you, but he sat down on the floor and patted the floor besides him.

You sit beside him "Is there anything left to talk about the divorce?"

He shook his head "it's about the changes that will happen on our life from now on"

You nod and lays your head on his lap, he pets your hair with care and keep talking "As I have told you before, our lifestyle will change drastically, since your mother has more than half of my salary and the money from my bank account, we will have to live with my dad for some time."

Your eyes shine at the mention of your grandfather "WE WILL LIVE WITH GRANDPA ROCI!!!?"

Law chuckles and nods "For about a year, so that I can get on my feet and be able to afford the living expenses, you will be homeschooled until the end of this year, and then we will see what we do about your school"

You look up at him and frown. "I'm scared"

He's grey eyes meet your eyes, Law is surprised, you hardly express yourself, or tell anyone what you are thinking. "And why's that Y/n-chan?"

"I saw on the news that the number of crimes committed are higher in Tokyo than it is in New York... I want to learn how to protect myself...please"

The surgeon nods agreeing "You will need to defend yourself, I will get in contact with Whitebeard and see if one of his sons can help you with training."

"I hope it's Sabo or Marco! They are the best teachers on the Whitebeard family!" You give your father a big smile.

He smiles back and looks at your arms and legs "Are you feeling any pain? I know you don't need the crutch anymore, but if you are in any pain I-"

You stop his rambling by patting his cheek softly "I know dad, I'm fine, really, after we got out of the hospital I'm better"

He sighs relieved "Okay, but know that-"

"If I need anything or feel any type of pain I can come to you straight away, I know dad."

He huffs and nods "Now go back to packing, don't forget to name the boxes, the delivery company will get our things in one hour, and our flight is in 5 hours, take a shower and make sure your favorite clothes are on your bags and not on the boxes, and-"

"DAD! If you keep going we won't have time to finish everything!" You get up and pouts at him

"Okay okay! Go do your things" you hear him chuckling as you walk away.

. . . . . . ...................... The end of the next chapter has the visuals of the characters

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Sunrises || Choi Seungcheol au

Pairing: Seungcheol x Female reader

Genre: apocalypse au, slice of life (?), angst, kinda fluff, some action

Warning: zombies, death and stuffs

"Thank you for saving me that day." You murmur to the male sittig next to you.

Seungcheol, in return says nothing, focusing on peeling the apple in his hand.

It was the third day after he saved you and gave you a place to stay. The man didn't offer his name or any other information - though you figured it out from craved wood that hung on his room's door saying, 'Seungcheol's room' - neither asked yours but you enlightened him with it. He doesn't talk much and doesn't like to be talked much but you kept your mouth open anyway.

It was about two months since the strange virus spread and begun the apocalypse and you were lucky enough to have stumbled upon Seungcheol.

"I really mean it." You whisper. "I'm new in this place. Believe it or not but I moved here literally a few days before the apocalypse started."

You didn't get any response to that either.

"Do you have any family? I don't. My mother died long ago and my father's an addict so I basically ran from him."

More silence.

You take in his features which are too concentrated on peeling the apple. His brows were knit to a frown and he chewed on his lower  plump lip.

You swallow, "Who's Sunghoon?" You know you probably shouldn't have asked the question but curiosity got the best of you. You saw the name hanging on one of the rooms which was apparently locked.

He looks up at you, an angry look on his face. "I swear to any higher being up there, if you don't shut your mouth I am going to feed you to the corpses by myself." He stands up murmuring, "This is why I don't like helping people." 

You watch his retreating figure walk inside the house and you sigh, leaning against the apple tree and watching the sunset.

A week later

You thanked the heavens everyday for making you stumble upon a guy who's a farmer. Seungcheol had his own produce, a small field of rice and corns and a few apple and lemon trees. It was safe to say these were more than enough in a time like this.

The electricity is unavailable most of the time but it takes some surprise visits every few days for a few hours. That's when you and Seungcheol wash up and store water.

Your days go by rather quickly thanks to the neat system Seungcheol seems to have established. He had things run so smoothly that it was pretty unbelievable the world was going through an apocalypse right now. You help him around the house, cleaning things up, watering the crops and such. He had his own rules - don't waste water or tissues, don't eat too much, don't talk too much. You tried to follow them at your best but you couldn't stop yourself from starting a little conversation more often that which were only met with silence or threats. But so far, Seungcheol was a guy nice enough and you counted your blessings for meeting him.

A few more days later

When you ran from your place you only took your female necessities. Those were dumb things compared to others who ran away with guns and foods.

You sat in the guest room Seungcheol offered you, thinking about what you were gonna do after these necessities were finished.

Suddenly Seungcheol appears knocking on your door before entering. You turn to look at him as he takes a seat. "We'll be heading out tomorrow."

"Huh?"

"There's a super shop a mile away from here. We're going there."

"Why?"

"Why do you think, smartass? We need to stock up on tissue paper and dry foods. I visited there a couple times after the apocalypse started. Apparently the government and NGO's provide foods and stuffs there for the survivors out here."

"Really?Then where are they? We need to find them. They probably built a shelter, we can go live there."

"Do you think it's that simple?"

"Huh?"

Seungcheol sighs. "They are moving in their own pace, okay? The shelters are probably full now with survivors. When their capacity increases they'll let us know. I have a friend who works at the NGO. If he's okay he'll come for me."

"When was the last time you spoke with him?"

"On the day of the breakout."

"I see."

"Prepare yourself for tomorrow. Since you are living in my place, you are coming with me." He stands up to leave.

"I'm not a wuss, you know." You roll your eyes.

"We'll see."

"Yea. And you know, it didn't hurt to speak with me! We could talk more often Mr. Grumpy!" You call after him.

"Shut up."

The next day

"Listen carefully, don't waste anytime. Just grab the things you need and walk into the car." Seungcheol says parking the car in front of the convenience store.

You nod and watch him load his gun and tuck it behind him.

The store is a mess. Broken pieces and bits of metals everywhere. You both walk in and look for the things you came for. Luck seems to be on your side as you find a couple of dry food packets, some toilet papers and some pads -though they are not the best quality, you have to make do with these. You quickly put them on the tote bag you brought with yourself and turned around.

Seungcheol was on the opposite Isle looking through selves for God knows what. You walk out to the front of the store and see and notice taped there.

Food will be supplied here every week along with other necessities. If you are a survivor please hang in there. Once we manage more accommodation, we will come for you. Regarding the infected, our research says they are deaf, so please use that to your advantage.

You turn around to tell Seungcheol about this but instead you meet the eyes of a corpse. It stands there, a mess of blood and gunk as your soul leaves your body.

It approaches you, making garbled sounds and you take back a few steps. From behind him you see Seungcheol approaching will a huge piece of metal rod.

The corpse doesn't turn back to the noises Seungcheol's feet makes while approaching you through the mess, instead it's focus is solely on you, ready to devour. They're really deaf, huh. It opens its mouth ready to chunk a piece of your body when Seungcheol hits him in the head and bangs a couple more times to make sure it's immobile.

"Quick, get in the car. More of them might be around here."

You two dash back to the car, carrying your goods and he starts the car quickly. You look behind to see more of the corpses appearing from around the store. Dusk was approaching soon which meant the corpses will be more alive and ferocious.

The car speeds through the empty road as you clutch onto your tote bag. "Did you know they were deaf?"

"You didn't?" He throws at you. You roll your eyes at him.

"Thanks for saving me again."

"Maybe next time I won't."

Another couple weeks or so later

"I'm going to the supermarket."

"At this hour? It's almost dusk. Are you crazy?"

You watch as Seungcheol puts on the necessary protection on his arms and legs and checks his gun.

"They people from NGO deliver foods during this time since there is no survivors out at this hour. I'm gonna go there and try to meet the delivery guy. Also I need to refill my car."

"Why?"

"To pass a message."

"To your friend who works at the NGO?"

"Yes. I need to let him know that I'm alive. Then he'll come for me."

"What if he's dead?"

Seungcheol says nothing. You forbid him to leaves a few more times but he completely ignores your pleas saying he has to take a  chance. Before he is out the door, he hands you his gun. "Keep this with you. Until now, they corpses have never been around here so just stay inside the house and you'll be safe. I don't know if you have your memories after you becoming a corpse but if you see me coming here looking like one of them, shoot me."

What? You swallow as your heart tugs.

"Stop talking like that. You don't need to leave. We've plenty of food. We'll get by. Don't do this Seungcheol."

"Remember what I said." He speaks, ignoring you and turns around.

"Wait." You call, tears pooling in your eyes. "At least take the gun with you. You'll need it more than me. Besides I dont even know how to use it."

Seungcheol looks at you for a beat before taking a gun and giving you a small smile - the first one he ever gave you.

You watch him leave as the sky turn in hues of purple and black.

You spend a restless night, sitting in your room watching the sky and thinking about Seungcheol. You think of how he opened up a bit more in the last few days and the moments you shared.

Sunghoon was my brother. He was in the military. We were outside, celebrating his discharge when the infection spread. The corpses got him while he was trying to save me. I failed him.

I waited for him for a long time, thinking he'd come back. He didn't.

Y/n, if I don't return by dawn don't wait for me.

As the night passed anxiety got the best of you. This is it. I lost him. He's gone. I'll have to survive now, alone.

You were about to have a break down as you saw the first streak of light spread through the sky. You walked to the roof of his farmhouse watching the colors in the sky. You start to accept the fact that you're alone from now on. That is until you see Seungcheol's jeep approaching towards the house.

You held your breath and didn't move your position, waiting to see him come out.

You thought sunsets were pretty until you saw Seungcheol's tired figure getting out of the jeep, his eyes meeting yours and flashing a smile, the brightest one probably, at the crack of dawn.

Sunrises were pretty too. Even prettier perhaps.

A/N: Tbh I wasn't so confident in this one but oh well, here it is. Also thank you for loving my previous work, it really means a lot. As for this one, if it doesn't flop, maybe I'll write a part 2 👀.Anyway thanks again! 💖

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Bound To Happen || Jose "Sad Eyes" Guzman

(GIF Credit: @merakiaes)

A/N: A requested piece! My first requested piece, which I hope lives up to your expectations. Mrs Turner's name will be Lynn. Unsure if it's been mentioned in the show. Also the text exchange has been included in the word count - the lesser amount is if it were not included. Hopefully, that makes sense. Apologises for grammatical errors. Feel free to let me know about any corrections I need to make with the Spanish translations, thanks!. 

Pairing(s): Sad Eyes x Turner!Reader ▪︎ Jamal Turner x Sister!Reader ▪︎ Turner!Family x Turner!Reader 

Requested: By @briannab1234

Summary: Relaxation comes in different forms.

Warnings: fluff, language, mentions of 19th Street incident with DJ's, playlist of songs, slightly smutty?, steamy make out, talks of murder, 

Word Count: 1423 ¤ 1409

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(Y/N) bopped her head along to 3LW's Playas Gon' Play echoing through her portable speaker as she carried it and her phone into the kitchen. Carefully placing the two on the counter she searched through the fridge, trying to find the food she had hidden in a container at the back. As soon as (Y/N) heard the theme song for The Goonies cut through the second verse, she didn't need to see the name on the screen to know who was calling. 

She disconnected her bluetooth, pressed the green button and put it on loud speaker, and answered, "hey."

"A sum of thirty five dollars is owing on your account, please transfer funds effective immediately. Thank you."

At the sound of a beep, (Y/N) stared at her phone for a few seconds before laughing. Her brother was something else. She logged into her (bank) app and made the transfer. Thankfully they were with the same bank. Once it was finalised, she sent a confirmation message. 

(Y/N)

Owing balance has been cleared.

She then proceeded to reconnect her phone to the speaker and clicked shuffle on her most recent playlist. She grinned upon hearing Love Like This by Faith Evans playing. Swaying her hips, she grabbed the container and popped it into the microwave for a couple of minutes. 

Feeling a familiar pair of arms wrap across her body, she laughed, "was I away too long?"  

Jose kissed the top of her head, "yes."

"So needy," she giggled and turned to face him, reaching out and pinching his cheeks, "such a needy baby," she puckered her lips, "beso." 

He snickered, but gave into her demand. His hands wandered down her back, deepening the simple kiss. They eventually found their way to her ass, giving it a squeeze. (Y/N) allowed him to take control as her own hands wandered up and down his solid body. The kiss lasted a lot shorter than she anticipated, causing a whine to fall from her lips.

"What's the matter, mi amor?" 

She pouted, "nothing." 

Laughing, he squeezed her hips, "aw, looks like somebody's a needy baby," he moved his hand to tilt her chin up, "who's a needy baby?" 

She huffed, "I'm the needy baby," she was given a peck to the forehead, "but you love me." 

"Always, baby." 

They held each other close, enjoying the calm atmosphere surrounding them. They had the house to themselves and were going to take full advantage of it. (Y/N) only removed herself from the embrace when the microwave beeped and TLC's No Scrubs hit a blimp. 

She glanced over at her phone and pressed her messages. 

Jamal

Enjoy the rest of your day. 

"Who's on watch?" She asked, popping open the microwave. 

Since the 19th Street attack on her dad and his business, Spooky had Santos members watching the house. The image of her father on that night is something (Y/N) would never forget. She was relieved to know that he, as well as the business, would recover but she was upset at the way 19th Street tried to assert their dominance, now that the Prophet$ were out of the picture. 

The only thing stopping her from beating up a couple of punk ass bitches, was her conscious reminding her that igniting a gang war wouldn't be the answer. The upside to the incident was getting time off from the hospital to take care of her father (she temporarily moved back in) as well as spend time with Jose. When she came clean to her family about him being her boyfriend, Jamal had leapt off the couch in the living room; did his victory dance and practically shoved his hand into their parents faces. 

(Y/N) couldn't believe that they had a betting pool about her and Jose, but they simply shrugged her off and claimed it was bound to happen - she had fallen into the 'best friends who become more' category. But, it was a place she was more than happy to be. 

"Joker," he said, bumping his hip with hers, grabbing a tea towel and placing it on her hands, "quit doin' that shit." 

She had a habit of grabbing things out of the oven or microwave without anything protecting her hands. With an eye roll, she accepted the tea towel, "okay, okay." he watched as she covered her hands and pulled out the container. Before he could grab some plates, she put a fork in his hand. 

"Maldito perezoso."

"Shut up," she replied and shoved a forkful of the stir fry into her mouth, "if you wanna wash more dishes, go ahead." 

He gently tapped her cheek, "don't talk with your mouth full," he clicked his tongue, when she opened her mouth wider to show off the chewed up pieces of food, "(Y/N)!" She laughed, but her laughter turned into a coughing fit. Luckily, Jose knew that was bound to happen and held out a glass of water for her. (Y/N) gulped it down, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned happily, "you're the best." 

Shaking his head, he helped himself to some of the stir fry, "and you're something else." 

They continued to eat and chat about different topics; their families, Santos business (they had a non-disclosure agreement), and a few of (Y/N)'s  gossiping coworkers. When they were done, they quickly rinsed their hands off in the sink and wiped them on the tea towel. (Y/N) then dumped the empty container and their forks into the sink. Dip It Low by Christina Milian started to play, which gave her an idea. Her hands trailed up and down his chest, Jose groaned as they wandered lower. She giggled at his reaction and turned around, moving to grind on him. Feeling him getting hard, she continued. 

"Si sigues con esto, ya sabes qué pasará," he groaned, gripping her hips.

(Y/N) turned back around and stared up at him, her eyes innocently peering into his, "is it too soon for round three?"

Without a second thought, he lifted her onto the counter. (Y/N) caressed his head with one hand, while the other switched off the music. He moved to suck on her collarbone, earning a moan of approval. She tugged on his shirt and admired his toned body when the shirt was thrown off. Jose smirked, as he connected his lips with hers, helping her to get rid of the tank top she was wearing. 

He watched as her boobs bounced, before cupping them both. Taking a nipple in his mouth and fondling with the other, sent (Y/N) into a state of bliss. When Jose turned his attention to the other nipple, she clutched the back of his head.

"Baby," she moaned.

The sound of something dropping followed by a shout of, "OH HELL NO!" is what alerted the couple that they weren't alone anymore. (Y/N) pushed Jose off her, throwing on her tank top and hopped off the counter. She hid herself behind him, peering around his arm to see the bewildered expressions on both her parents faces. Although, her dad looked like he wanted to murder Jose.

Like the smartass she was, she blurted, "mum said no cussing in the house." As soon as she said that, she hid herself fully behind Jose. 

"(Y/N) (M/N) Turner, front and centre." Dwayne called out to his daughter, when she followed through he continued, "you're sanitising everything in this kitchen," his eyes trailed over to Jose, "you're helping her, and the next time you're both feeling… frisky - just… you're gonna, you know… you understand me?" 

Lynn stepped in, "we understand the sexual desires -" 

"No, mum, please, don't." 

"I know it's an awkward subject to discuss -" 

(Y/N) cut her off, "especially in front of my boyfriend." 

"And father," Dwayne chimed in. 

"- but, it's completely natural." She continued.

"Okay, mum thanks for that," (Y/N) wanted to crawl underneath a rock, "anyway, we've got some stuff to do," noticing her father's watchful eye, she laughed, "non-sexual stuff, dad." 

Dwayne wasn't convinced.

Lynn pulled her husband towards the hallway, "come on, let's leave them to it." As they walked off, they could hear Dwayne telling his wife that he was right to be suspicious of the skinny kid who offered his daughter a toy car to play with back in the first grade. Once they were out of view, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around Jose's waist. 

"Round three in the shower?" 

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Spanish Translation(s): 

Beso - kiss

Maldito perezoso - lazy ass

Si sigues con esto, ya sabes qué pasará - if you keep this up, you know what's gonna happen.

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The ruse(DracoX OC) Chapter 1- The plan

"mooom please, does she really have to spend the summer here???" The little boy with white silverish hair said pulling on his mother's robe ends, hiding his head over her kilt

Every June until September Saphira Jones would come to his mansion to spend the summer over the Malfoy's

It started as a tradition, the two families were quite fond of each other. Since Voldemort first vanished and the rumors of his return started. The Malfoy's needed to reassure their family's safety and economic stability in case of things gone wrong during the rise of death eaters and late battle. So they made a pact that neither of the children would know: for every year until they turn a majority age, they would unite their families in expectation of a great match. And not until then deny or agree with a marriage proposal, that should be made

Draco utterly despised every second and Saphira knew it, so she would try to make his life just as miserable as hers, the only problem is that the game they both plays of twisting and pulling each other until one or another give up or break was never-ending

He would bark she would bite

As a child, they would fight over toys

"Mooom!!! Saphira stole my broom!!" He cried

"No, I did not!!"

Sometimes she would indeed steal his toys and hide in the most inconvenient of places cause at the very young age she would be more advanced in spells than he, a fact that she would- till this day- constantly remind him.

"You did!! Stop lying!!"

But this time she didn't

Oh no, he was just having fun getting her in trouble.

"Safira, give him his broom!" Her mother stepped in the light

before she could deny his allegations or make any more of her comments she heard a snap and by pulling her hear she was dragged into her room "that's it!! No wand for a week!" He smirked through his fake tears

And it got worse as it got physical. In school he will do whatever it takes to provoke her, pulling her long brown braids, pushing through the halls, calling her names until she snapped over him with her hand in a fist. She got -10 points to Gryffindor's he got a red-eye

Summer came and there she was again cuffed to him like a second skin

"Kneel," he said

"No you kneel" she pushed him

"No, I'm older than you"

"And I'm richer than you"

"Enough both of you!!!" Narcissa said "now Saphira, kneel" she took a large breath, she went down reverencing like a Princess only less charmingly. He puffed his chest with pride and kept his back straight smirking with victory "now you kiss her hand" they both looked at Narcissa who seemed with her patience on the edge, both hands in her temples. Draco not into hearing more of his mother's speeches on how the Yule ball was a very important event and that he was going to make a fool of himself if he didn't know the proper steps. Soon he raised her hand to meet his lips and planted a kiss there

The music started, slower. Saphira still taken by surprise with his action crumbled over his pace, stepping on his foot. The music started again and again until she got it right, only when it was time for him to spin her and catch he let her fall

Fifteen and It was time for pranks that she learned from the Weasley twins, Fred and George. Colorful bombs in his dorm room or shoes that would fart every time he walked, name it she has it

"Never heard of it?"

"What does it do?"

"It tickles the skin non-stop until the person breaks in laugh"

"Rather harmless..." Fred started

"But very affective" George finished

"Okay!..." She whispered to herself "Rictumsempra"

In the tall estate of the games, missing one point to Slytherin score 150 and Draco catch the golden snitch. He started twisting on his broom, having a pit of a contagious laugh. Everyone started to making fun until he lost balance and crush in the dirt of the ground

She was shaking when they took him to Papoula Pomfrey, he had hit his head but the problem was in his broken arm. He was still conscious when they asked him what happened, he just looked at her, and said "I lost balance and fall"

He lied?

It didn't make sense, he knew it was her and he wouldn't tell her off? He would always tell her off. Draco was the boy who would do everything in his reach to get her in trouble, wasn't he? Did he beat his head so hard that he has forgotten he hates her? Was he gonna use it to his advantage, just waiting for the right moment to strike like a snake?

While he was asleep she stayed up all night on his side, guild kicking in, anxiety keeping her awake, looming at his facials expression as he slept. That night Saphira discovered many things...

first one: Draco talked in his sleep

"No, No I won't fail you"

he woke in shook in the morning, sweat dripping from his forehead, breathing heavily

"Are you feeling better?" She asked ready to question why didn't he told dumbledore it was her who cursed him

"Yes" he simply said

Second one: don't trust the Weasleys with spells

"It was a really hard crash" she sighed "unfortunately I have some bad news" he positioned steadily in the bed frowning "you fall so hard and ground that your face fractured" he quickly turned to the mirror on his side " now you look normal"

His delicate lips had a small cut in them, nothing scandalous, but he looked angry as he turned at her, his serious serious expression turned into a grin. They both laughed immensely for a couple of seconds and stared at each other not knowing what to say, or do.

"Draco?" A small voice echoed in the corner of the room

"H-Hi pansy!" He said

Suddenly it was a weird atmosphere that broke through the windows as she had just crossed nearly headless nick for the first time

"I'm gonna live your two alone" heading out the door, leaving space for the both to talk she realizes the Third one: she was completely head over heels in love with Draco Malfoy

And every time she would catch him snogging pansy in the corner of the halls, kissing the length of the neck, or overheard them talking, she would get this feeling of nausea on the bottom of her stomach

"You're jealous!" Hermione said

"Why would she be jealous?" Ron asked with his mouth full, she never so gentle smacked his head with her hand pointing at the way pansy would play with Draco hair

"He doesn't even like it in the middle part," Saphira said playing with the vegetables on her plate with her fork, not hungry at all

"You gonna eat that? " Ron asked

"Wait...you like Draco? " Harry asked, "why?"

"I don't like him!!!"

"Okay...But you spent every summer with him, it's a little suspicious"

"It's because of my family you know that"

"Have you ever considered confessing your feelings to him?" Hermione again asked

" I don't like him," she said again loudly "even so, he doesn't see me that way"

But the thought lingered in her mind for a couple of weeks, weeks-long enough for the students already know that Malfoy would keep his Summers busy with her. Suddenly everyone knew and assumed the same thing that Hermione did

"Are you dating Malfoy?"

"How long are you guys together?"

"What about Pansy?"

"Is he a good kisser?"

Overwhelmed by the random questions and thoughts she went to talk with Draco personally until found him talking with Blaise and his friends "come on guys, I'm not dating her" he laughs "she not even my type" he said making an ugly face "I am just is stuck with her through the Summers cause she so annoying and boring that even her parents don't want her around" he quickly realized the words that had just come out of his mouth and shut

There was so much truth in those words, the truth that she never wanted to admit nor she could. She was adopted, it's true, people didn't know and those who knew certainly didn't talk about that.

When two purebloods decide to adopt a magic muggle-born, the elite society doesn't take it very well, first of all, it's illegal. Second: the chance of dishonoring the bloodline and status of the family by polluting their legacy mixing their divergence with a "mudblood", it a risk that no one should take, even a mother who lost her child at early birth; a bare family in an empty nest; a tree rotten in its core. She was embarrassed, only for a couple of seconds, soon she was filled with the very familiar feeling that emerged in her mind of angst

She got a suspension when the school heard from her that she had used a spell against a student and wounded him during a game of quidditch. Sitting on the bench Draco looked at her stiffed

"Why did you tell them?"

"My parents are going to move me to

Beauxbatons school" he looked worrisome that she almost felt pity "then I won't have to trouble you with my annoyingly boring behavior" she was about to get up when she felt his hand on her wrist twirling her body close to his, too close even

"Is this what you want?" She felt his mint breath in her cheeks and shivered over the wooden cologne

"W-what I-?"

" You wanna ruin everything don't you?" Her stomach filled with butterflies "our parent's plans, the secret, you found out and now you wanna ruin it"

Instantly the short moment went away, she stepped out of his intense gaze and unlocked her wrist

"Secret?"

"Why do you think you would come every summer to my house?" He said

"obviously isn't because we're so friends"

"Our parent's plans all along were that we would be more than that, I guarantee you" the words hissed against her thoughts, it was all so obvious now "marriage, Saphira, they want us to be wedd"

She felt like crying, run away like a little girl who just found out that Santa isn't real. She felt like breaking. Draco was bounded to her, stuck with a girl that he doesn't want

Making his life miserable as hers

"Draco, hear me, loud and clear," she said crying out, he never saw her tears, but that day it poured like a stormy rain

"you will never, never marry me. I give you that" alone with his thoughts, he builds his first wall

You're free

That summer she didn't come. It was his darkest summer, that gloomed into his mind like clouds over a parade

_____

"Will you fail me, boy?" Voldemort whispered

"No, my Lord"

[ofcloudsandstars]

hi, i'm fairly new to witchcraft and i was wondering if you could give me some tips on getting started/link me to reputable sources? i'd hate to accidentally disrespect someone or something.

Hey there! Thanks for your ask. Don't worry too much about the fear of treading somewhere you shouldn't be if you remember this metaphor: Witchcraft is going to be a unique experience to you and it's going to feel a lot like you are building something with a structure, like a house. Everyone's path is kind of like their own house. As long as you don't break into someone's house, or even someone's neighborhood (especially the neighborhoods with a lot of fucking theft and trespassing) then you are good. You can ask for advice or borrow sugar from your neighbors ;) but you do that by what you are doing now: kindly knocking on the door and asking.

I think everyone gets really into trying to follow traditions and such but it's best to start the first few years building a relationship with yourself and your energy before you start the whole reading and researching (and I will get more on this later) along with connecting to deities as well. Everything else is just adding on to your craft but I feel like if you have a solid foundation understanding your own energy then everything else comes naturally. Also once you understand your energy and your connection to magic and nature around you, trying to dig through other cultures and practices won't seem as appealing. It will start to be clear that those cultures created languages and well, cultures, around their relationships with magic and the local nature surrounding them, and you will essentially create your own unique traditions based on your relationship with magic and the local nature surrounding you. It will become apparent that the 'universal energies' everyone talks about is really about how the universe and energies manifest through you and less about finding other cultures accessible because they talk about these same energies. If you think of it like art class it's kind of like how everyone uses the same mediums of art utensils like paints and crayons, but there's a difference between using the same paint and flat out stealing the finished painting from someone else and calling it your own. You should use these first few years to discover your own painting style. (Also other witches I meet that have similar approach to magic as I do all have the same sort of connection and understanding since it's like we are all tapped into the universal energy but it's beautiful cause it manifests uniquely through all of us so it's like the same way nature creates many unique plants, many unique animals or landscapes yet it's all apart of one earth, we are all unique witches reflecting the earth, planets and elements but all kind of the vibe and understanding).

To elaborate on the reading thing, the reason why I am against doing endless research when you first start is because like 85% of witchcraft is subjective since most of it is based off of people's connection to their energy. The part of magic that is not subjective is the relationship to local nature since plants and other elements of nature have their own spirits and actual physical properties that can heal you, bring you to other realms, poison you, transform you etc. The best way to learn from this is less from magical books and more from herbal medicine books, alchemy, farmer's almanacs and indigenous knowledge (as long as you are not taking plants from them that are being over harvested to the point that it's inaccessible to even them.) But anyway aside from the physical realm, the energetic realm is really a big personal experience. Even you asking me this, this is mostly based off of my years of experience practicing. I am a multiracial witch that is nomadic and have lived in different climates among different countries and cultures and am first generation with not much connection to my immediate heritages. So I had to create my practice from (literally) the ground up. My magic came to me when I was super young and I didn't even think of it as witchcraft then I felt more like I was bending energy and circumstance. I was first an energy witch before anything. My witchcraft practice came from nature, the cycles around me and nature's spirits. Though I may not connect with a culture cause my relationship to that is complicated, I find my practice empowering cause no matter where I go when I adapt my practice to the bioregion, I will always be in sync with the magic there and not really fear of appropriating anything since it's kind of connected to the source of nature. My main deity is the earth, if I have a pantheon it's the planets, I am really into astrology and I work with all different types of elements and natural spirits. Working with nature also grounds magic for me since most of my witch years I got used to doing just mostly things with energy now I have physical things to ground it in. ANYWAY with all this being said, now that you kind of understand where I am coming from, it's going to influence the information I am going to give you.

(Also with the deities thing, just in general do not try to connect with spirits until you have a good understanding of your own energy and how to protect yourself. It's ok if you are coming from a culture or family that has connections to a deity and you have protection within that culture but alone with no protection you can find yourself in trouble because there are a lot of predatory spirits- and spirits are definitely tricksters- that like to get to take advantage of inexperienced and unprotected people and will pretend to be deities but will suck energy from you. You just need to know some good shielding and warding and discernment but until then, avoid it. Plus you do not need deities at all, like it should be a mutually beneficial relationship. Devoting your energy towards an entity for the chance for more power or protection, if the deity even feels like it, cause apparently it's not even guaranteed, feels a bit like joining a gang to me that's not even for your full benefit.)

Also sorry, usually my responses to these questions are fucking long, but the thing is, it's a loaded question. You are essentially asking me how to embark on a spiritual and magical journey that will transform your spirit and help you understand your energy and connection to the universe around you lol. I did answer this before, very extensively so I am going to link it here cause I think I did an ok job the first time. To summarize the main points in that post I will put them below, but I also will first add a new point I did not have in the original post:

Getting Started:

I. Tools

II. Basics

III. Exploring Yourself

IV. Exploring your Roots

V. Exploring Local Nature

VI. Resources

-------- New Point:

I. Tools This one is gonna be short cause, to get started you really just need 2 things. 1- Yourself!!! You are the source of magic! You literally got energy going through your veins and to get started with energy work that's all you gonna need. And 2- a magic journal. Yes you can call it a ~Book of Shadows~ but if you start getting anxiety like you gotta make it look fancy or some shit then don't. Especially when you are starting out you just need a book, or, actually not even a book, but take a second right now to right-click on your desktop and make a ~Folder of Shadows~ where you can save pictures, take notes and write future insights and spells and put it in there. We are in the year 2020 after all. I have a USB where I keep tons of notes, videos and pictures. I have a section of 'magic' on my iphone where I put notes for ideas or rituals when I am on the go. I have magic journals I take with me if I am going into the woods to channel ideas or to write down rituals if I am having a gathering and want to have notes. Its also ok to have more than 1 magic journal. This is a great opportunity to get that cool looking journal you wanted (or actually fill an empty journal you never had the courage to write in cause it's too nice looking) with random notes for magic. Having a book of shadows/computer folder of shadows/phone notes of shadows etc. is going to be helpful for keeping track of stuff while you build your own path.

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Honestly one of these days I am going to make a long ass Witchcraft 101-103 and 201-203 post with the 101 focusing on getting started and figuring your magic out and the 201 more on learning about specific subjects like herbology, astrological transits, tools and crafts and how it can expand on your craft. (Along with actual books and resources cause 201 is DEFINITELY when you actually have to start reading, researching and getting into books, experiments and resources, and not only from subjective stuff but a few things that has some roots in science as well like plants and chemistry). 

If you have any additional questions, feel free to ask and I can elaborate. 

Have a good time explorin! <3 

[nad-zeta]

Yo, can I ask for a matchup if its ok? First of all, i'm very slow person, I never get jokes and sarcasm at all unless its emphasize (think of me as Mitsunari minus the clumsy streak) i also have a very messy sense of direction and i often get lost. I acted like I don't care and I have a hard time expressing my true feelings to people, but I really wanted to help/take care of them (like Ieyasu but i don't insult lol). And lastly, i have a childhood trauma that I wanted to forget. Thank you! 🎊🎊

Its always okay love! I'm so happy u requested a match up! I hope you enjoy it and I hope you have a good day! Also sorry for making you wait sooooooo long! 😆

So I match you with.................. Shingen

You were adjusting to life at Azuchi really well. You had made a ton of friends among the Oda forces thanks to your friendly, warm nature. You had become really good friends with Nobunaga, Masamune, and Mitsuhide. The three would always strike up a conversation with you, trying their best to tease you. You also really like Mitsunari. The two of you were two beams of heavenly sunshine that brings so much warmth and positivity into the room. THB the Oda forces called you Mitsunari the second with the way that jokes, and sarcasm just flew over your head. Often the troublesome trio would make a joke or comment, and you and Mitsunari would just look at each other in confusion. Of course, Ieyasu would roll his eyes at the two cute, clueless angels, while Hideyoshi would scold the trio for taking advantage of yours and Mitsunari’s sweet, pure nature. You had a lot of fun interacting with everyone. You were long ago accepted by the warlords; even Hideyoshi didn’t suspect you for long due to your sweet nature. 

You worked hard for the castle and its people and was starting to wear yourself thin. Mother hen realized this and gave you a bag of coins telling you to go to the market and relax. He wouldn’t take no for an answer.

And that is how you found yourself walking around Azuchi’s market. You looked at all the fancy accessories, taking in all the smells and enjoying looking at all the different types of people. You found a particularly interesting shop selling the prettiest accessories. Manning, the shop was a tall, handsome man. He greeted you with the biggest smile and started turning on the charm. “I must be truly blessed that an angel from heaven has come to grace me with her presence.” To that, you looked around confused, then you simply smiled at him and said, “Excuse me, sir, but I don’t see any angel.” Shingen was shook that his cheesy pick-up lines did not affect you. He tried his hardest to compare you to a goddess, a flower, an angel, but to no avail. You were definitely an intriguing person. You bought a small dainty pair of earing and bid the friendly, handsome man goodbye. You then ventured deeper and deeper into the market, following your nose to one of the tea houses. You sat sipping on tea, thinking about the relaxing day you had had. Your mind couldn’t help but drift back to the handsome store owner. He had definitely made an impression on you. As the sun dipped past the horizon, it was time for you to head back home.

You walked and walked and walked; it was now getting increasingly darker by the minute as the sun was disappearing. You started to feel a sense of fear and dread growing with each step you took. You looked around at your surroundings as you walked, trying to find something familiar to lead you back home, but nothing. Everything felt unfamiliar, and you were now lost. You were so directionless that you didn’t even know how to get back to the teahouse you were just a few moments ago. You were now overcome with a sense of anxiety, when all of a sudden, a big warm hand came to rest on your shoulder. You turned around to see the friendly shop owners. You looked into his warm smoky eyes, and your anxiety dissipated. He looked at you curiously and asked what you were doing all alone in the street. You couldn’t help the tear slipping from your eyes as you explained that you were completely lost and didn’t know who to get back home. Shingen gave you a big warm grin and said, “I'll help you to find your way back, me dear goddess.” 

You breathed out a thank you and started following him, some shady looking men walked up to you and tried to coax you into coming with them. Thankfully for you, Shingen was right there to chase them away, he gently wrapped his big warm hand around your smaller one. “It is not safe for a woman to be out at night, my dear angel.” You realized the full gravity of those words as the two of you continued to walk, you peered into the darkness and saw just how sketchy the Azuchi nightlife was. Shingen brought you back to the light of the main road. You were so happy you could almost cry. You thanked him profusely as he said goodbye. You walked back to the palace gates while unbeknown to you Shingen watched from the shadows to make sure that you got home to the palace safely.

You definitely got an earful from mother dearest who was waiting at the gates for you ready to send out a search party. You had told him that you got lost and that a kind shop keeper had helped you find your way back. Mamayoshi breathed out a sigh of relief and made you promise that if you ever left the castle again, to make your way back long before the sun sets and to take someone with to escort you. The next day you made your way back to the market to thank the kind stranger for helping you. When you arrived at the shop, you realized a much younger man was operating the shop today. You were a little disappointed TBH. You turned around to leave when you bumped into a solid brick wall, except it wasn’t a brick wall; it was the very man that you had been looking for. He smiled down at you and started fliting with you as he does. Again, his attempts were proven useless as all his cheesy pick-up lines just flew straight over your head. Yukimura couldn’t help but laugh at the first woman who wasn’t completely charmed by his lord. You were definitely something else. 

You wanted to convey your thanks to the man, but honestly, you weren’t always very good at conveying your feelings. Luckily for you, Shingen spotted the parcel in your hand and asked you about It giving you the perfect opportunity to present it to him. He invited you to tea so he could sit down and fully enjoy the sweet buns you had made him. The two of you sat and chatted, enjoying the tea and each other’s company. When it came time to part Shingen once again walked you home, cause he couldn’t have his angel getting lost again now, could he? The two of you would “coincidentally” bump into each other in the market all the time, which usually resulted in the two of you spending the day together. Whenever you left the castle,  you were often excited, even anticipated bumping into the man in the markets, although you appeared indifferent to it on the outside.

A few months had gone by, and you were getting really close to Shingen. One day as the two of you was sitting at one of the teahouses sharing some tea and sweet buns; He brought up the sad news that he had to leave soon. You couldn't help but feel a bit sad at the news. Your face and words were indifferent to the matter, while your heart broke in two. That was until he took your hands in his, looked you in the eyes and asked you to come with him. You were at a loss for words, you really loved him, but you didn’t want just to leave the people who had cared for you for months. 

Shingen smiled a knowing smile; he could see the answer in your eyes. He told you he was going to leave the next day and that if you were to come back to the teahouse, he would whisk you away with him, and if not, he had his answer. Everything was a blur; you didn’t know what to do; the Oda warlords noticed something was bothering you. That night Hideyoshi visited you to find out what was going on, when you told him about the man who had managed to capture your heart. He looked at you with warm motherly eyes, left, and came back a few moments later carrying an empty bag. Hideyoshi knew you kept your true feeling secret like Ieyasu, so he could easily decipher your words. You had helped him so many times, so it was no his turn to pay you back for everything you had done for him, Nobunaga and the castle's people.

That morning the oda forces arrange a breakfast banquet in which all of them gave you gifts and expressed how much they were going to miss you. After breakfast, it was time to meet Shingen at the teahouse; you were escorted there by your whole entourage of brothers, each one curious to see who had captured their princesses’ heart. They were shook when they saw Shingen. You smiled sheepishly and introduced them, each one your new brothers threatened him in their own way. And after saying your goodbye, the two of you made your way back to Echigo. They welcomed you with open arms and gave you a room fit for a princess.

You and Shingen started your new life together in Echigo. You would often write to your Oda friends about how well you were doing. Shingen would shower you with love from the moment you woke up in the morning to the moment you went to sleep. The two of you had no secrets; you even told him about your childhood trauma. He healed all your invisible wounds while you worked with Sasuke to heal all his viable ones. Shingen truly believed you were a goddess or angel from heaven as you and Sasuke did, in fact, manage to find a cure for Shingen’s illness.  

Often the two of you could be found nestled in each other's arms, just showering each other in endless love. You love nothing more than to spend time with Shingen. Whether it's sitting in the garden playing with his bear cub while watching him do his carpentry or just spending a quiet evening together gazing at the moon. You know you have found your home.

Other potential matches..................Hideyoshi 

I hope you enjoyed this dear and I hope you are staying safe and well! ❤🔥

[jojosthetic-boogaloo]

Hello, I'm back! I'd really like a matchup please (M!)! I'm a white girl, who is 5'4" with green/blue and gold brown eyes and wavy to slightly curly extremely dark brown hair. I love to read (mostly historical fiction), write stories, and play video games, most of which are on the rpg genre. Most of my friends say that i am very nice and willing to help anyone who needs it, as well as having a very dark sense of humor. Most people don't know that i also have a really bad short temper, that used

Welcome back, Emily dear! Thank you so much for the kind words!!! <3 The matchup is all yours, hope you like it! //AND sorry for taking a while!!! Lemme tag you (if tumblr lets me) so you get the notification @emilyd-i-c-k-ens ;;//

Okay this is gonna sound a bit weird, but at first I didn’t know who to match you up with! Why? Because except on the physical aspect, you and I are pretty similar! Imagine the struggle of not just slapping in here a moodboard of my biggest stinky jojo crush...

NO MATTER! I found the answer in the end! And it’s double, so bare with me please!

Translation: “Love, with you by my side, I can do anything!”

Narancia Ghirga!

He just finds your natural charm and mature air tremendously magnetic. It’s like you’re exactly the balance he needs in his life. 

You met at the movies when you went to see the same one, you went by yourselves so when you sat down and saw the theater almost empty and the single spot between you two vacant, Narancia just decided to sit next to you and give you a bright smile to start up chatting before the movie started rolling.

You had time to introduce yourselves, and you heard him ramble on how much he liked this kinda movies! He was so excited it made you feel his own excitement in return, making you naturally relaxed and bubbly around him.

When you got out of the movies, he chatted with you about it all the way outside, with your small input from time to time when he slowed down for a second. Once outside under the night’s sky, he seemed to look around curious, raising an eyebrow and looking back at you while scratching the back of his head. “Say, Y/N, is no one coming to fetch you? It’s pretty late to walk around alone...” He drifted off, even more surprised when you shook your head to confirm that, in fact, no one was coming. 

“Well, in that case, I’ll walk you to your house, if you don’t mind it!” He asserted, showing you some quite comical flexing and posing to pretend he was strong and fearsome. “Alright, let’s get going then, Narancia.”

You didn’t live that far from the theater, so it didn’t worry you to make him lose his own path back to his own place. While you walked in silence, his hands in his pockets and kicking the occasional peeble on the pavement, he seemed to steal quick glances on your direction, thinking you didn’t notice.

“Something on my face, Nara?” You asked, both amused and curious. His reaction made you chuckle, as he shook his head from side to side violently and turned his gaze away from you. “No it’s...” He started, quietly. After a sigh from him, he finished his sentence. “You look pretty, that’s it.” Even if his tone sounded uninterested, you knew full well he was actually very embarrassed. The shade on his cheeks and his slight pout gave him away.

“Why, thank you, you look handsome too.” He gave you a look, his lips contorted into a lopsided smile and his eyes cast into the ground before him. Taking one of his hands to the back of his head, he kept walking with a small smile on his face. “Well, thanks, Y/N.” That was the first time a girl as pretty as you had called him handsome. Hell, the only one that called him that sometimes had been Buccellati when he asked if an outfit was ill-fitting on himself.

Before you’d realized, you stood at your door, turning to face him and give him a smile. “Thank you Narancia, it was a pleasure to walk home with you.” You started, not expecting the dark haired male to almost instantly extend his arm towards you, firmly grasping a phone in his hand that pointed in your direction. “P-please, could I have your number, Y/N?” Silence, and Ghirga felt some sweat beads on his temples. “I-I mean, I just really want to keep taking because you’re so nice and, and we like the same stuff and well I-” He was cut off by you gently hoovering your index finger on his lips, taking his unlocked phone and introducing your number in his contacts. “Saved.” You announced, giving him back his device and turning around once more, and waving him off with a little amused smile on your face.

He gave a little jump in front of your now closed door, that you didn’t fail to notice since you could see him through the window right next to it. This adorable gesture made you let out an amused small chuckle and a hand be brought to your chest. He was a cute one, and you wanted to get to know him better. 

Almost around midnight, a text message entered your notifications from a new number, and you smiled. You couldn’t fall asleep thinking on how well your evening went, and the cause of that state just texted you without even thinking that people are usually asleep at that hour.

“Wanna go the arcade tmrrw??” Yes! You wanted to! And you let him know. 

You went to the arcade and spent a wonderful time in there! He’d playfully bump your shoulders together when playing on the racing games, making you lose your balance to give him advantage. Whine even if he was amused when you beat him in crane games, and even sticking his arm inside with the risk of sticking it inside to get you a price that didn’t quite fall right!

It was a cute teddy bear, the perfect size to sit in your palm. Fluffy as all could be, and it held a small heart between its tiny arms. Narancia gave you a shy smile. “It reminds me of you and me, Y/N!” He said, cheery. “Why is that?” You replied between giggles and fist-bumping his shoulder gently. He reluctantly rose his hand to his neck and looked down. “Well.” He started. “We just met it, and it already holds a heart between its hands. You two are similar.” You took a second to understand what he meant, giving him a shy smile. Damn, he really went for it all huh?

“That’s so sweet, Narancia.” You replied, giving him a soft smile and gently grabbing his wrist, only to tug at it and start leading the way. “Come on, I wanna try and beat you on DDR*. Winner gets to challenge the other on whatever they want.” 

The violet eyed male blinked a few times before smiling and following after you with an excited step. He was very good at DDR, excellent almost. As you stood both in your positions, one to the other’s side, he was already thinking about what he’d challenge you to.

As soon as the coins slid down the slot and you’d chosen your song, it was clear that neither of you were playing around. Nevertheless, Narancia’s movements were smoother, precise, his “Perfect!!” combo streak never faltering. You, on the other hand, were growing weary. Why’d he have to choose the difficulty? You were trying your best to keep up, when you slid your arms behind you and rested them on the support bar, while looking at the screen and trying to keep up. Unfortunately, last minute, when you tried to step on the correct arrow, your foot slipped and you fell on your butt, the last 4 arrows going by and the song ending with a nice little tune. Of course, Narancia had won.

“Y/N! Are you okay??” He missed his last notes to come immediately help you up though; and you couldn’t help but smile at him and swat your free hand to make him rest assured, while your other hand was the one he held tightly to help you. “I’m... fine, don’t worry.” You stared at him, he was close. 

He gave you a lopsided smile, never letting go of your hand as he almost hoovered over you, you could barely feel his chest press on yours. “You know what, I think I know what I challenge you to, Y/N.” He started, tilting his head slightly to the side as he gave your face a short scan with his beautiful eyes up and down.

“Yeah? ... What is it?” You replied, your voice quiet, feeling a weird sensation turn and tighten in your stomach, your heartbeat in your ears. He smiled, showing you his slightly pointy canines and leaning close to place a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. 

“I challenge you to have another date with me, next time, we can meet in my apartment, I got Danganronpa on my PC.” You raised your eyebrow and gave his shoulder another soft punch. “That, that fills me with hope.” You replied, making him chuckle and gently let go of you, holding his hands behind his back. “Well then, it’s settled!” He exclaimed, balancing his body on his feet one time on his tip toes and one time on his heels. “I would have been filled with despair, otherwise.” 

You laughed at his reference and gave him an amused smile. You liked him, you really did.

After you start dating some months later, he’s just... a wonderful boyfriend, you really have no complaints. He loves to laze around with you at home, playing whatever games you particularly enjoy. He particularly loved to watch you play Stardew Valley, he found it relaxing, even if sometimes, he got pouty and was overly clingy almost not letting you move when he noted that “You married a small pixel character and had two children and he was stuck as the pillow boyfriend”. You smacked him softly when he said such stupid things, but, it made you laugh, and he knew that.

Get ready for lots of cuddling and just physical affection while you watch movies at home together. Sometimes, you’ll feel him shake if something on the movie disturbed him. Occasional screaming when he gets scared. You noted he feels more distressed when watching indie horror movies, such as the Blair Project. He claims “he just likes the adrenaline they give him” when you ask him why he watches if he’s scared.

Fugo Pannacotta!

He finds support and understanding in you, he sees you as a strong pillar, he really admires you! As a person who’s had some problems with keeping his rage under check, he finds your understanding of the situation very assuring; he feels like a completely normal guy when he’s with you.

He thinks you’re the most interesting person around that does not get on his nerves, ever. (Narancia, does, even if he loves him very much, all has to be said.) You read very interesting books too! He respects that hobbie, sometimes he’ll sit with you to read his own and then quietly comment on how’s each other’s lecture going.

Your dark humor... He loves it. Each time you crack a way too dark for normal comfort joke, he absolutely cracks up. He just really likes how you have no trouble saying such things, besides, that’s his type of humor too man! He loves that!

He really likes your eyes! That’s a weird trait, but he really likes to focus on people’s eyes, and yours were so pretty and full of depth, he really liked what your eyes communicated. It made him feel assured and relaxed around you.

A smaaaaall side note on the * ; For the younger peeps, DDR means Dance Dance Revolution. And in my time (I mean i’m not THAT old but yeah), it was basically the most popular, fun and stressing dance game there was at the arcade back then. Now it’s rare to find one of those machines, at least where I live! 

[hxlyhoax]

Lyrics That Describe Your Relationship

Based off of your playlist

Rami:

Umbrella

“Told you I'll be here forever Said I'll always be your friend Took an oath I'mma stick it out 'till the end”

Sparks Fly

“Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around”

Long Way Home

“Take me back to the middle of nowhere Back to the place only you and I share Remember all the memories?”

Groove Is In The Heart

“The chills that you spill up my back keep me filled With satisfaction when we're done Satisfaction of what's to come”

Still Into You

“I should be over all the butterflies But I'm into you (I'm into you) And baby even on our worst nights I'm into you”

“Let 'em wonder how we got this far Cause I don't really need to wonder at all Yeah after all this time I'm still into you”

Ahkmenrah:

Say You Won’t Let Go

“I met you in the dark You lit me up You made me feel as though I was enough”

Somebody To Love

“Lord what you're doing to me I have spent all my years in believing you But I just can't get no relief, Lord”

Hold Your Breath

“Hold your breath, I'll give you time With the lights down low and the tension high”

Ghost

“I don't like them innocent, I don't want no face fresh Want them wearing leather, begging, let me be your taste test I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies”

Wild Wild World

“Destroy and rebuild, it's kill or be killed But we can change, we can change everything A little love, never hurt anything We fight and we bleed, We live and we breathe But we can change, we can change everything We can change the world”

Kenny:

Youngblood

“Lately our conversations End like it's the last goodbye Then one of us gets too drunk And calls about a hundred times”

Make Belive

“Always talking, sort of flirting We make plans but you never come through You say you're busy, but you miss me I'll be here waiting around like a fool”

Loud

“Looking for the one tonight, but I can’t see you Cause I’m blinded by all the lights, oh And I can’t ever get it right, I need a breakthrough Why are you so hard to find? Oh”

Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride

“There’s no place I’d rather be Than on the seashore, dry, wet, free On golden sand is where I lay And if I only had my way I'd play 'til the sun sets beyond the horizon”

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More “Touch Me”

“You can make all the moves, you can aim all the spotlights Get all the sighs and the moans just right”

Elliot:

In My Head

“I guess that I was wrong I'm the one to blame And that's a shame, you see Uhh-uh-uh, you're in my head And I keep on forgettin' Uhh-uh-uh, you're here instead And it seems never ending”

Tell Ya Daddy

“Tell your daddy call the deputy He just mad because you left with me”

Numb To The Feeling

“My tolerance is going up And I'm getting numb to the feeling, yeah And I've been abusing drugs I'm getting numb to the feeling, yeah I need you to show me love 'Cause I'm getting numb to the feeling, yeah I need you to ride me harder when we fuck”

Paper Love

“I believe, I believe in the things you do And I wanna believe you believe that too All the noise in my ear that I hear about you Pray it can't, pray it don't, pray it won't come true”

Without Me

“I said I'd catch you if you fall (Fall) And if they laugh, then fuck 'em all (All) And then I got you off your knees Put you right back on your feet Just so you could take advantage of me”

“Just running from the demons in your mind Then I took yours and made 'em mine (Mine) I didn't notice 'cause my love was blind”

“You don't have to say just what you did (What you did) I already know (I know) I had to go and find out from them (Oh-woah)

Finn:

Dead Girl Walking

“Come on! Tonight I'm yours I'm your dead girl walkin' Get on all fours Kiss this dead girl walkin' Let's go, you know the drill I'm hot and pissed and on the pill”

I’m In Love With My Car

“Got to feel for my automobile Get a grip on my boy racer roll bar Such a thrill when your radials squeal”

Begin Again

“I've been spending the last eight months Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end But on a Wednesday in a cafe, I watched it begin again”

Dirty Little Secret

“I go around a time or two Just to waste my time with you Tell me all that you've thrown away Find out games you don't wanna play You are the only one that needs to know”

Drew Barrymore

“You could be the renegade Bonnie to a Clyde Harrelson and Juliette”

“And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for”

Josh:

More

“If me and you are living in the same place Why do we feel alone? Feel alone A house that's full of everything we wanted But it's an empty home, empty home”

Take Cover

“We can die like the heroes before us Or live to be the wicked ones The wicked ones we're running from”

“Here comes the fall out The trouble and clutter The madness of millions”

“Surely there would be Some kind of redemption A trial by fire To pull us through”

Amazing

“Looks good in a dress Even better in my sweatshirt”

Anti-Everything

“Cause I'm anti-everything, but I love you I'm fucking miserable till you walk into the room, yeah”

Back To You

“You could break my heart in two But when it heals, it beats for you I know it's forward, but it's true” And what's the point in hidin'?”

“Everybody knows, we got unfinished business And I'll regret it if I didn't say This isn't what it could be”

[eternal-echoes]

I've not read Evola (yet), but what do you find most objectionable about him? His occultism? His fascism? I don't really know what he believes, so I'm not really sure how far he takes fascism (and that word seems so empty these days I always become skeptical when I see people use it).

I hope I can thwart your plans to read the works of Julius Evola. 

Just kidding. I don’t believe in censorship. But if you are a Christian, I would suggest that you make sure you have a clear understanding of Christian ethics before you read any secular, pagan, or any non-Christian philosophers so you can criticize their work adequately. What I see among traditional Christians who read Evola is that they tend to deify him. As a Catholic, the teachings of the Catholic Church should guide and shape your worldview, since the Catholic Church has the fullness of Truth. So I’ll criticize him from that perspective.

I’m not sure if Julius Evola supported fascism. I’ve read about him criticizing fascism from the Right. I’ve also been told that he supports localized fascism, whatever that means. I don’t think it matters since there are Christians who supports clerical fascism, never mind the fact that none of the clerical fascists are canonized and no longer have successors in power. 

These are some of his quotes that are antithetical to the Christian worldview: 

This doesn’t correspond with Christianity because as Christians, we’re suppose to share the Gospel to those who do not know Christ. 

Ezekiel 3: 17-21

Thus the word of the Lord came to me: Son of man, I have appointed you a watchman for the house of Israel. When you hear a word from my mouth, you shall warn them for me. If I say to the wicked man, You shall surely die; and you do not warn him or speak out to dissuade him from his wicked conduct so that he may live: that wicked man shall die for his sin, but I will hold you responsible for his death. If, on the other hand, you have warned the wicked man, yet he has not turned away from his evil nor from his wicked conduct, then he shall die for his sin, but you shall save your life. If a virtuous man turns away from virtue and does wrong when I place a stumbling block before him, he shall die. He shall die for his sin, and his virtuous deeds shall not be remembered; but I will hold you responsible for his death if you did not warn him. When, on the other hand, you have warned a virtuous man not to sin, and he has in fact not sinned, he shall surely live because of the warning, and you shall save your own life. 

While there is a hierarchy in the Church, the people in the bottom, namely the lay faithful, do not serve the higher up clergies such as the Bishops and the Pope. In reality, the Bishops and the Pope are there to serve the faithful, to lead us to Christ. Even though Jesus was highest among the Apostles, he got down and washed their feet. 

Philippians 2: 6 - 11

Have among yourselves the same attitude that is also yours in Christ Jesus, 

Who, though he was in the form of God, did not regard equality with God 

something to be grasped. 

Rather, he emptied himself, 

taking the form of a slave, 

coming in human likeness; 

and found human in appearance, 

he humbled himself, 

becoming obedient to death, 

even death on a cross. 

Because of this, God greatly exalted him

and bestowed on him the name 

that is above every name, 

that at the name of Jesus

every knee should bend, 

of those in heaven and on earth and under the earth, 

and every tongue confess that 

Jesus Christ is Lord, 

to the glory of God the Father. 

“Traditionalism is the most revolutionary ideology of our time.” - Julius Evola 

There is actually a scene in the Gospel when Jesus condemned the Pharisees and the scribe for caring about the tradition of their elders way more than they care about morality. 

Matthew 15: 1 - 20

Then the Pharisees and scribes came to Jesus from Jerusalem and said, “Why do your disciples break the tradition of the elders? They do not wash their hands when they eat a meal.” He said to them in reply, “And why do you break the commandment of God for the sake of your tradition? For God said, ‘Honor your father and your mother,’ and ‘Whoever curses father or mother shall die.’ But you say, ‘Whoever says to father or mother, “Any support you might have had from me is dedicated to God,” need not honor his father,’ You have nullified the word of God for the sake of your tradition. Hypocrites, well did Isaiah prophesy about you when he said: 

‘This people honors me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me; 

in vain do they worship me, 

teaching as doctrines human precepts’”

He summoned the crowd and said to them, “Hear and understand. It is not what enters one’s mouth that defiles that person; but what comes out of the mouth is what defiles one.” Then his disciples approached and said to him, “Do you know that the Pharisees took offense when they heard what you said?” He said in reply, “Every plant that my heavenly Father has not planted will be uprooted. Let them alone; they are blind guides of the blind. If a blind person leads a blind person, both will fall into a pit.” Then Peter said to him in reply, “Explain this parable to us.” He said to them, “Are even you still without understanding? Do you not realize that everything that enters the mouth passes into the stomach and is expelled into the latrine? But the things that come out of the mouth come from the heart, and they defile. For from the heart come evil thoughts, murder, adultery, unchastity, theft, false witness, blasphemy. These are what defile a person, but to eat with unwashed hands does not defile.” 

That’s the thing that I’ve noticed about Julius Evola, he doesn’t seem to believe in the intrinsic value of morality. He’s a consequentialist. 

“The Hindus and Far Easterners do not have the notion of ‘sin’ in the Semitic sense; they distinguish actions not according to their intrinsic value but according to their opportuneness in view of cosmic or spiritual reactions, and also of social utility they do not distinguish between ‘moral’ and ‘immoral,’ but between advantageous and harmful, pleasant and unpleasant, normal and abnormal, to the point of sacrificing the former - but apart from any ethical classification - to spiritual interests. They may push renunciation, abnegation, and mortification to the limits of what is humanly possible, but without being ‘moralists’ for all that.” - Julius Evola, Ride the Tiger. 

He judges actions not by their intrinsic value but if the outcome of it will be good or bad. That’s what I’ve noticed about the Alt-Right, they would meme about gassing, beheading, or physically removing people who either have lifestyles or believes in an ideology that could undermine the propagation of their race. Richard Spencer doesn’t believe in the morality of abortion. In fact, he believes in functional eugenics. He’s totally fine with people of color using abortion and even white people aborting babies with down syndrome. Christianity respect the dignity of each person no matter who they are. Christianity teaches that you can never use someone as a means to an end, even if that end will be good for the collective. You cannot undermine individual human rights for the sake of collective race. Jesus taught mercy. He ate with sinners and told them to repent. He didn’t ostracized them.  

This has been pretty long enough, I hope I was able to show you how you should proceed with caution when reading Evola. 

Let me just say this before I get accused of being for multiculturalism, I’m not against nationalism. I support border controls and fighting a defensive war. What bugs me is secular nationalism. It just tends not to be concern about the salvation of people. Poland and Hungary are perfect examples of using nationalism as a means to serve God.