#(i found a short bookshelf and it was so pretty

[starswallowingsea]

i've been thinking about this a lot recently and for like the last year since i've taken translation theory courses and gotten more proficient in my second language buuuuuut. only like 3% of published works in american/english first language book stores are translated from other languages. compare that to how quickly books published in english get translated into other languages. an author could be incredibly well known in their home country or to their audience of native language speakers, but they're still considered "nobodies" by the general english speaking population because of a lack of translations into english.

part of the problem i think is the cultural superiority english speakers feel in the world right now and how its trying to bury other cultures and languages because english is best. this then leads to nobody seeing a reason to translate works from other languages or only translating very few* because there isnt an audience for "foreign" literature. i dont think most of my classmates outside the spanish program have read many, if any works by non-english speaking authors and that really is a shame because it opens so many new viewpoints on the world and gives you a look into other cultures right in your own home!

*the exception here i think is anime/manga which has an incredibly dedicated fanbase creating fanlations for smaller series that havent gotten official english dubs/subs/translations. japanese literature still has a hard time on the market in america though

[mariniacipher]

my oc just became an official self insert 😫 (had a dream where i was them)

[thinkinonsense]

I CAN SEE YOU✰

logan howlett x fem!reader

cw: curing, slightly nsfw, tiniest mention of blood

*mdni

wc: 900+

a/n: another one shot inspired by a song lmao. this time it is i can see you by taylor swift. thank you for all the love on my last one! this one is short n sweet too so i hope you enjoy <3

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It had been three years since you graduated from the school. Everyone was excited about your return. Storm and Scott picked you up from the train station downtown. It was an unexpected surprise when Professor Xavier reached out, asking you to teach for a semester. He has always been an important influence in your life; having brought you in as a troubled teenager. Being an X-Men changed your life for the better.

"You are going to love all the new students!" Storm smiles, helping Scott and you carry in your bags.

"I can't wait to meet them!"

Once everything was inside, you headed upstairs to your old room with a suitcase in hand. The room was located on the farthest end of the mansion, which was secluded and quiet; away from all the chaos. You never would've guessed what was on the other side of the door.

"Do you mind?"

There, lying in your old bed, a scruffy, annoyed, attractive man who looked double your age, smoking a cigar on his back. You freeze drinking in his appearance.

Who the hell was this man in your room?

"This is my room." You question if you opened the wrong door or took a left instead of a right. Nope, that was your old bookshelf and bedframe.

"I'm pretty sure this is my room." He replies, cocking his head to the side.

"No, you're in my bed." You bite back, growing more irritated with the stranger.

"This is my bed, sweetheart." He glares at you while his eyes linger down your figure.

He found your angered expression adorable. The way your nose scrunched a little and your hand found its way onto your hip. Your pretty short black skirt captivated him. If it wasn't for the stick up your ass, he would've been more than willing to let you stay in his bedroom.

"That's my bookshelf!" You pointed out. "And that is my bedframe!"

"Well, if that's the case, you need a new bedframe." His voice drops in a way that makes your stomach turn in a dangerous yet delicious way.

A small gasp leaves your mouth before you can catch yourself. Not wanting to see that stupid smirk on his face, you whip your head around and stomp downstairs to Professor Xaviers' office.

✰

It's been weeks since your first encounter with Logan. Ever since you had to move to a new room, you've avoided him at all costs. If what Scott has told you is any truth of Logan's character, then you knew he was trouble.

Despite your attempts to stay far away from him, Logan had other plans. Caught in every corner; stuck at every turn, he managed to capture you. He would go out of his way to brush past you in hallways. Even in crowded rooms, his eyes shamelessly burned holes into you.

The worst of it was when he would sit in during your lectures. Half of your mind focused on the lesson while the other half ran wild with the thought of him watching you.

If you weren't careful, you would cave.

Which was exactly what Logan wanted. He knew it was wrong to need you as badly as he did. You were so much younger than him yet you pranced around the mansion like you knew everything. He didn't want Charles to know about the feelings string inside of him. You had barely been gone three years, there's so much you hadn't experienced yet. The last thing anyone wanted was for Logan to taint you.

✰

On Friday nights you would stay in your classroom grading papers until the early morning hours. This Friday was no exception. It was almost two am when you scribbled a B+ on the final stack of papers. You stood up, leaving all your belongings in the classroom until Monday morning; desperately wanting to be in bed. Once you locked the door and turned down the hallway, you saw him coming up the stairs.

"What do you want, Mister. Howlett?" You glare at him. Logan's eyes darkened at the way you addressed him.

For such a mouthy girl, you did have some manners.

"You've been avoiding me." He states, following closely behind you. The clothing you wore drove him insane. Tight tops, unbelievably short skirts, and dresses. If Logan could die, he's sure it would've been at your hands.

"You've noticed? I figured you would have been too busy getting rejected by Jean to care."

The comment was supposed to sting painfully for him; instead, it backfired on you.

Of course, you noticed the way he shamelessly flirted with the redhead. It plagued your mind ever since you saw it happen with your own eyes. The way he gawked at her unapologetically, even with her boyfriend present. You would never admit it but it made you bitter, to say the least.

"Oh, I see..." Logan smirks.

"See what?"

"I can see you." His words make you freeze up. "You're jealous."

You roll your head back and laugh at his accusation; despite the truth it held.

Without hesitation, Logan grabs your hips and pins you up against the wall. You whine as your back makes contact with the cold grey wall. His grip tightens at the noise you let out.

"Not only can I see the effect I have on you..." Logan's voice is rough against the shell of your ear. "I can hear and smell it, sweetheart."

A flush of red creeps its way up your pretty face in the low light. Logan groans when he pulls back and sees it for himself. The second you are face-to-face, you pull him. A rush of teeth clashing into each other messily. One of your hands rests on his jaw while the other knotted itself in his hair. Logan's right hand slides up your thigh and under your skirt as he picks you up. You bite and tug on his lower lip; until you can taste the tiniest bit of blood. Both of you were desperate for each other.

"My room." You mumble against his lips. Logan chuckles, knowing that the only room on this side of the mansion is his current bedroom.

This will have to be your little secret.

[quimichi]

TW: obsessive behavior, stealing

SUMMARY: He couldn't take his eyes off you...why are you so...catching? So pretty to look at...Why do you have to have this beautiful soul...and why would he do anything for you?

CHARACTERS: SUB!Yandere x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 854

*character in the picture: Yoshiki - The summer Hikaru died

¡! ❞ Akito always loved beautiful things. Since childhood he loved to watch the sunset or sunrise. His parents always had to stop their car when there was a rainbow so he could take a picture with his little kids toy camera. When he got older, he also hot into poetry. He found his mothers poetry book in the bookshelf before he could even understand half the words written there. He just knew those words and phrases must be pretty.

¡! ❞ All things fascinate him, because all things are beautiful in some way. So it wouldn't have been much of a surprise that when he sees you, he would fall hard.

¡! ❞ But...it was. There he was, standing his eyes almost popping out of his skull while he introduces himself to the class. He just moved here, everything i so new to him. There's so much to discover! But he had no idea he would discover love...discover you.

¡! ❞ He stared, directly at you, you saw and felt it. Normally, you'd think its really weird, cause it is. But since he appears so cute and innocent, you shake it off as a nervous fixation. Surely someone like him wouldn't be THAT weird. Wrong...

¡! ❞ The teacher decides the best place for him to sit, is the free place beside you. There are many more free seats, but you were one of the nicest in class, so your teacher figured it would be best if Akito sat beside you. Maybe you will even show him around? Introduce him to the new environment?

¡! ❞ So he sat down beside you, and immediately introduced himself, "Akito." He extends his hand, wanting you to shake it, and of course you place your hand in his...oh-your hand is...so warm? It feels nice against his skin. Your skin against his. Youe have really nice hands, with hands like these you MUST obviously do something. Art? Maybe you compose songs? Poetry maybe! "I know-!" you giggle as you shake his hand. Akito tilts his head, "Huh?...oh-i already introduced myself-!" He's a little ashamed, but he had worse situations. Your beauty is just...he doesn't know how to describe it, it caught him off guard a bit.

¡! ❞ "I'm Y/N, it's really nice to meet you." You shake his hand, you can't deny it, he's kinda cute. But the introduction was short lived because the lesson was about to start. While you were able to pay attention, Akito was not. He doesn't dislike school, but neither does he love it. Hes a pretty good student, he can pay attention. But rn the lesson is just bugging him the wrong way. It cut you off, you couldn't talk to him anymore...He wanted to hear more of your voice...what a shame, truly.

¡! ❞ But its ok, he can just sit there and learn about you! Oh, now he knows what those hands do. Your handwriting is pretty, the way that pen flows over the paper makes it look so elegant, so easy. You wouldn't pay much attention to it cause well, its not really important is it? Its just your handwriting. But Akito already memorized how each letter is written, connects with the other, how they look in combinations.

¡! ❞ You, again, notice his stare. And, again, you shake it off. You move your hand over and turn the paper into his vision, "there." You honestly just thought he wants to see your notes and maybe copy some of them. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO NICE??? Why is his heart pounding so much?? Is this love? No, it can't be you two just met??

¡! ❞ at the end of class he noticed how one of your pens mustve rolled off your table. Seems like you also didn't noticed...so you wouldn't notice if he would take it, right? You're so nice you wouldn't mind one pen less right? Its also the pen you took your notes with!...that means your warm soft hands touched it...pretty hands.

¡! ❞ Quickly he shoves it into his pocket before someone notices him and walks out right after you, following along like a lost puppy. You know where the next class is, so you don't mind. But he actually forgot about this fact and just wanted to follow you, because...well youre interesting. He keeps playing with the pen in his pocket, the material is nice. You must probably like the pen if you take notes with it. And he saw more of the same brand laying around on your desk. Is it your favorite brand? Should he buy you some?...Or do you have enough? Wait-why did you stop walki-

¡! ❞ He bumped into your back, or more specifically, your backpack. "Sorry-! I uh...didn't pay attention to where i was going..." You laugh it off, saying its ok while walking away to a friend.

¡! ❞ Odd...this feeling in his stomach, the sudden drop. Perhaps...jealousy? Is he truly jealous of your friend? Just because you walked over to them to talk to them instead of you? Cause your attention shifted?...

to be continued?

I realized I take waaay to long so--more parts? Was it even good???

[vhagarlovebot]

─── ★ : there’s something about teasing modern!aemond in a hot summer day while he works at the local bookstore that you like a little too much.

it’s the middle of summer, which means days are longer and hotter than usual, and you can’t stand the heat. not anymore. however, you’ve recently found a way to use it to you advantage. something silly but very rewarding. that’s the reason as to why you woke up early to finish your chores quickly, leaving the rest of your day free to go to your favorite place in town. at least until the summer ends.

the bells on the front door announce your presence to aemond, who’s leaning behind the counter with a book in his hands, glasses almost on the tip of his nose. you don’t notice—too focused on how pretty he looks—but he grows incredibly flustered at the sight of you wearing nothing more than your shorts and the upper part of your bikini.

“slow morning?” you say, walking to the counter and leaning on it. you look too pretty, too desirable.

aemond clears his throat, leaving the book aside. “where are you going?” he tries to play it cool and not show you how hard he is under his pants by the view of your breasts being perfectly squeezed between your crossed arms on the counter.

“the beach,” you answer quickly, tongue darting out to wet your lips as you see the book he has just left beside him. “what were you reading?” you raise your eyebrows, walking behind the counter and reaching for the object, your silk skin brushing against his for a split second.

“uhm… nothing important, really. i lost interest after the second paragraph.”

you chuckle, looking up at him. “you have one for me? i don’t want to fall asleep on the beach like last time.”

“oh yes,” aemond smiles and walks away, searching one book for you. once he’s sure you’re not looking, he finally breathes.

aemond hides behind one of the bookshelves in the back to try and compose himself, but as soon as he closes his eyes you are there, this time completely bare in front of him. aemond groans, cock twitching in his pants, and he can’t help it—he really can’t—so he, ever so slowly, lowers his hand to palm himself, trying to find some relief for the aching between his legs.

“aemond?” you look around but he’s nowhere to be seen and you immediately feel self conscious. going to see him without a shirt was too much? he really didn’t reacted, didn’t tell you anything.

“yeah?” his voice comes from behind one bookshelf in the far corner of the store. “i’m… looking for a book,” he sounds breathless and it makes you frown as you slowly walk towards him.

“you need help? because i can be very helpful.” you’re pretty sure you hear him whimper, immediately stopping in your tracks. is he… no. he can’t be. the mere thought of him touching himself while you’re there makes a heat run through your body. “i’d be happy to help you with anything.” you emphasize, your own hand running down your front, over your breasts and erected nipples.

“you can’t—” he cuts himself off, biting his lower lip as his hand moves faster under his pants, feeling his whole body tensing. “fuck,” it’s pathetic how he has to bite his hand when he spills on his hand. it’s pathetic how ast he reaches his climax with you just a few feet away from him. he’s so fucking pathetic.

you don’t hear anything for at least two minutes and you are ready to call for him again, ready to finally stop the teasing and tell him all about your fantasies and dreams where he’s the main character, when aemond finally comes out from behind the bookshelf, face scarlet, hair messy and glasses foggy. the view makes you close your legs, panties getting wetter and wetter.

“i found it.” he says and you have to bite your lips from smiling. he looks fucked out and it’s something you’re definitely going to be dreaming about.

aemond gives you the book without making eye contact, which you find cute. and it also gives you the little boost you needed to keep doing what you started doing the first day you entered the bookshop and found him standing behind the counter talking about books with some clients.

“thank you,” you say, giving him your biggest smile. but he doesn’t see it because he’s too focused looking at his hands. “oh and aemond,” walking to the door, you wait until you finally see his blue irises. “your fly is open.”

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

Hi! I loved your writing about Hyunjin and was wondering if you could write a high school AU where ot8 being a group of popular guys but I would really like if Hyunjin was a softie for the reader who doesn't care about their group at all. THANK YOUU

literally i found this ask so adorable, absolutely!

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞

Pairing: Popular boy!Hyujin x fem!reader Word count: 2.2k Genre: Fluff 🥰💖 Warning: er lil cringe, >.> Hyunjin's friends is a menaces to society, no smut just high schoolers being idiots, usage of y/n with you, useage of friend name (f/n) and second friend name s/f/n >.>

You were minding your business, simply reading "The Forbidden Daughter" at a small desk in the back of the library, enjoying the silence of a calm Wednesday after school. Then the female library student volunteer squealed, you cringed. Peeking from behind the bookshelf hut you saw them and rolled your eyes, it was always that group of boys at your school, led by their senior friend, Bang Chan.

You knew their names by now, everyone did, even the freshmen did, Bang Chan the senior, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin who your friends called the heart throb artist, Han Jisung, Lee Yongbok, Kim Seungmin the smart one, and the youngest Yang Jeongin the baby sophomore. Being the reserved person you were you ducked back behind your bookshelf hide out and gathered your things, as you were leaving you noticed a book that peaked your interest, "We Were Liars".

You walked over to the shelf it was on and tried to grab it but a long arm reached past you and grabbed it first.

"Hey." You turned. "I was trying to get tha-" You stared up at the boy, he pushed his long bleached blonde hair to the right and examined the book, Hyunjin.

"You wanted this?" He looked down at you. "I got it first soo... no."

Your eye twitched. "I saw it first."

"Ok, Shorty. Prove it." He tilted his head waiting for you to prove you saw it first.

You opened your mouth then closed it, you couldn't prove it. "Can I please have i-"

"Hyunjinnie!" The shrill squeal made you turn.

A short, muscular boy came running, Seo Changbin...

"Oh..." Changbin paused. "Am I interrupting, Da Vinci?" He smirked at you.

"No, not at all." Hyunjin turned to leave.

"I wanted that book." You fumed.

"It's mine now, I'll return it to the library in about 14 days, Shorty." Hyunjin said over his shoulder as he walked away with Changbin.

You grit your teeth and muttered. "Bully."

"Who was that?" Changbin asked Hyunjin as they walked to the other end of the library to catch up with the rest of their group.

"How should I know?" Hyunjin shrugged, looking at the book. "She wanted this book."

Changbin nodded and smirked. "She was pretty cute too.. Why didn't you give it to her in exchange for her number?"

Hyunjin turned to his friend slowly. "Do you want me to beat you with this thing?"

"No, I'm good!" Changbin walked a bit ahead and jumped on Yongbok, who wrestled him off as they walked.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and looked at the book again, smiling to himself, that girl was kind of cute though.

As per your usual routine, after classes the following day you ran to the student lounge and got a snack before heading to the library to finish your work in your quiet corner. Only when you got to your quiet corner, it wasn't so quiet.

You heard someone burst out laughing, a large group began laughing as well and you tensed... It couldn't be. Your eye twitched as you saw not 1 but 9 desks in your quiet corner and seated in 8 of the 9, was Hyunjin and his friends. You turned to leave only to be stopped by the sound of the first laughing boy's voice.

"Hyunjin." Han Jisung's voice made you cringe.

You looked back, you really shouldn't have.

Hyunjin was in a spinning desk, he turned in the direction Jisung had motioned to, which just so happened to be at you.

"Hey Shorty." He smiled, his charmingly full lips curving up. "Where're you going?"

You turned to face the group. "You took my spot, I'm going to find a new one."

"Your spot?" Jisung looked shocked before smiling. "Never saw your name on it."

You bristled.

"I didn't know spot belonged to anyone." Bang Chan said, "Did you know Yongbok?"

"Nope." Yongbok shrugged.

You exhaled slowly. "It's fine." You turned to leave.

"There's another desk." Jeongin smiled. "Join us."

You sucked in a breath. "I prefer quiet."

"We can be quiet." Seungmin said.

Chan covered his face with his hands. "No you can't..."

Lee Minho elbowed him. "We promise we can be quiet. We can even kick out Changbin if you need."

Changbin's mouth fell open in shock and you resisted the urge to giggle.

"I'm alright." You glanced at Hyunjin, who clenched his fist slightly. "I'll go now."

Chan smiled at you. "Bye bye."

You gave a group a small smile that quickly became a wince as you walked away, Hwang Hyunjin... I'm gonna kill you. You fumed as you left the library.

"I think you made her mad Hyunjin." Jisung looked at his friend.

"I agree." Chan shook his head. "You're really bad at this."

"You think she's cute just tell her." Jeongin sighed.

"'Where're you going, Shorty?'" Minho mimicked. "REAL smooth."

Hyunjin covered his face. "I wasn't thinking, thanks."

"When do you ever?" Seungmin said looking at his phone.

Hyunjin flung a folder at him. Seungmin stood to throw the folder back.

Chan looked at the two, "Sit down before I smack you both."

"Anyway." Seungmin sat fixing his shirt. "I was going to say why not appeal to stuff she likes. If I were you, I'd ask her to read that book with you." He motioned to the book in front of Hyunjin, he was only about 4 chapters in anyway.

"Have you read it before?" Hyunjin asked.

"Mhm. Real sad, heart throb, I highly recommend." Seungmin said looking at his phone again.

Hyunjin hummed, "Alright."

You tried to eat your lunch quickly that Monday to avoid the group of boys that got all the girls in the lunchroom squealing. But of course, you ended up at the end of the line and resigned yourself to sitting with your two friends, f/n and s/f/n for the rest of the lunch period. The gym doors opened across the field, you could see through the large glass windows on the right side of the lunchroom, as students filed in through the glass doors the squeals started as Chan and Changbin walked by.

You rolled your eyes as your friend shook you at the sight of Han Jisung. You continued reading "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" for the 6th time, your other friend grabbed your face and made you look up whispering in your ear. "Hyunjin is looking at you."

You made a face and kept reading.

f/n pointed at herself while looking at someone in Hyunjin's direction, you tensed, please no. She stood and walked over to the group an you hesitantly looked up from your book, Hyunjin and Jisung were talking to her.

s/f/n shook you in surprise, "What if Hyunjin was looking at f/n AND NOT YOU!!??"

You squeezed your book, it didn't bother you... it didn't make you jealous, how old were you? five? You bit your lip. "Good for her."

f/n rejoined you at the table and s/f/n grabbed her. "What did Hyunjin ask you?!"

f/n opened her mouth but looked at Hyunjin and closed it.

"What?" You looked at her before looking at Hyunjin, who quickly turned away.

You rolled your eyes and continued with the rest of your day, after school you noticed no one was in your little corner, so they'd taken a hint. You sat at your desk, starting to read again, when 5pm came around you decided to leave, as you walked around the campus you noticed the art room door was left ajar.

You peeked in and saw Hyunjin, his hair pulled back, paintbrush in hand, he bit his lip as if deep in thought then stroked the canvas gently. You stared at him and felt your facing getting hot. Why were you even staring? It's nothing you hadn't seen before, Hyunjin looking hot. Simple... You turned to leave and your elbow bumped the door. Shit...

Hyunjin looked up his eyes met yours and for a brief moment you saw panic in his eyes before turning away, "What are you doing here?"

"I was... passing by..." You said slowly.

He set the paint brush down and stood.

"AH!" You shouted making him freeze. "Stay over there." You said quietly, still facing away from the door so he wouldn't see your face.

"Shorty-"

"Don't call me that." you hissed.

"Why shouldn't I?" You heard him walking to you and tensed.

"Didn't I say 'Stay over there'?" You tried to walk away but he obviously had longer strides than you and you squeaked as he draped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head, if noy for your backpack he would've been so much closer.

"I can only follow one thing you say at a time, y/n." He held the book, "We Were Liars" in front of you. "It's this or I call you Shorty, your pick, though, if you add another instruction I can do both anyway."

"What type of logic is tha-" You scanned the title of the book and grabbed for it.

He held it up and out of your reach and you turned, nearly chest to chest with him reaching for the book. "No. It's mine." he smirked down at you.

"Give it." You said through grit teeth.

He smiled and brought the book to your reach, you grabbed it and gasped as he patted your head. "Shorty."

"Don't call m-" You started.

He grabbed the book again.

"Hwang Hyunj-"

"Pick one." He said looking down at you.

You pursed your lips and grabbed the book. "Bully." You muttered.

"I was hoping you could read it with me." He said, looking away.

You blushed slightly as you saw the tips of his ears going red. "You've had it for three days-"

"I'm only on Chapter 4, catch up Shorty. I'll see you in your book hut tomorrow?" He went back into the art room and grabbed his bag.

"Uh... Yeah." You hugged the book.

Hyunjin smiled at you as he left the art room and you turned to watch him go. When you sat in your bed to read the book, you opened to the first page and on a sticky note was a doodle of a very tall stick figure and a very short one, written beneath it, was a phone number.

When Hyunjin rounded the corner out of the arts hall he pursed his lips at the sight of his friends.

Changbin was wrapped in Minho's arms making his voice high and squeaky. "Give it!"

Minho handed him an imaginary book and smiled patting his head, "Shorty."

Chan smiled. "Real smooth."

Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

You and Hyunjin began talking more often, even after you finished the book, you would sit reading in the art room while he doodled or painted, you even went out with him and his friends occasionally.

After you read the entirety of "The School for Good and Evil", Hyunjin made his intentions clearer than before. Buying the snacks you liked and leaving little drawings on sticky notes on your desk in the library if he didn't go to see you.

Your friends were constantly telling you he had to be into you.

Thing 1(f/n) 06:56pm There is NO WAY you don't think he likes you

Thing 2(s/f/n) 06:56pm HE LEFT A DRAWING OF A FLOWER FOR YOU YOU IDIOT HE LOVES YOU

You 06:57pm NUH UH

Thing 1 06:57pm YUH HUH

Thing 2 06:57pm oh lord... 😭

You rolled your eyes and put your phone down picking up "The False Prince", your eyes flicked to your phone as it buzzed, Hyunjin had texted you.

Hyunjinnie👹 06:58pm Hey, are you home rn?

You 06:58pm Yeah why?

Hyunjinnie👹 06:58pm Come outside rq.

You muttered to yourself and grabbed your jacket, heading outside. Hyunjin smiled at you as you came out, "I wanted to..." He cleared his throat and held out a gift.

You tilted your head. "For me?"

He nodded, his ears pink. "I thought you would really like it, considering its history."

You opened the wrapping and smiled fondly at a copy of "We Were Liars", "Hyunjin you shouldn't have."

"I wanted to." He smiled, glancing at a car.

You looked at the car seeing someone who looked very similar to Changbin ducking under the window. You looked up at Hyunjin, "Really?"

He smiled sheepishly, "Back up and emotional support."

"Emotional support?" You raised a brow.

"I don't think you will..." He said softly, "But just in case you say no."

"No to what?" You asked.

"I like you." Hyunjin whispered. "I like you a lot, Shorty."

You stared up at him.

"I would like it a lot.. if you went out with me. So will you?" His ears were a deep red color.

You giggled and jumped on him hugging him tightly. "Yes Hyunjin."

The following Monday, you and your friends were studying in the library.

"Why are you so bubbly?" f/n asked you.

"Yeah, you seem so upbeat." s/f/n said, eyes narrowing.

"Oh, I-" You started.

You looked up as f/n's mouth flopped open. Hyunjin walked into your little corner in the library and set down a snack for you before kissing you on the cheek. He smiled at the book on your desk. "Looks interesting. You should read it with me."

Jisung and Jeongin poked their heads into the book corner, they smiled and waved at you before grabbing Hyunjin and leaving.

s/f/n looked at you. "You've got some explaining to do."

[eviesaurusrex]

“15. finding excuses to be alone with each other” With Bucky Barnes 🥰

I always do this too but then I get really nervous when it actually happens 😂

I never did that, but it sounds so bloody sweet. I hope you like with what I came up!

Bucky Barnes x (implied) Stark!Reader (sorry)

warnings: fluff, maybe some anxiety and intrusive thoughts by our baby boy, short mention of mind-reading abilities

word count: 1.5k

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The team—consisting of Steve, Sam, Natasha, Clint, and Bucky—had just returned from their mission in the snowy depths of Poland, still partially in their tactical gear, heavy duffle bags thrown over their shoulders or tiredly carried in their hands. Bucky felt as if he could sleep for hours if he hit the bed any time soon, and even thought the nightmares wouldn’t plague him as much as they usually used to, but he couldn’t fool himself that much. Instead, he dreaded the return to the empty bedroom he called his ever since joining his best friend and being out of rehab. He would much more prefer it if he could grab one of the books neatly stacked on the bookshelf—the only furniture, other than his closet, really in constant use—and make himself comfortable in the lounge or in the labs with…—

As the thought struck him, not really out of the blue because he was constantly thinking about her, Bucky stopped in his tracks and made Sam almost run into him on his way to his own room on their shared floor. “What the…? Could you please not randomly stop in front of my face?!” The brooding soldier didn’t even spare a glance at the complaining man in his back, who got on his nerves on a daily basis and let the duffle bag fall from his left shoulder as if suddenly pummeled by almost excruciating pain.

Steve had turned at the commotion in his back, eyes swiftly moving over the two men he considered his closest friends, before taking Bucky in, who now had even grabbed the base of his freshly crafted metal arm and let his shoulder slowly but steadily rotate. “You alright, Buck?” The brunet felt awful for worrying Steve in such a matter, knowing how the blond tended to be the mother hen of the entire group, always looking out for each and everyone, but he couldn’t help himself. So, he shrugged with the unharmed shoulder, fingers still closed around the metal covered by the rigid fabric of his combat jacket. “Not sure. Felt it earlier too. Probably should get that checked out,” Bucky muttered and attempted to gather the bag from the floor, but Steve was fast to stop him. “I got this, pal. Go and let someone take a look at it, but I need their approval to let you back in the field.”

With that, the blond soldier grabbed his bag and continued his way while Sam threw him a suspicious look as he walked past him, following the whispering and gossiping rest. He didn’t bother to listen in on them and instead turned back to where he came from and entered the labs next to the landing pad with the best view over the lake after a swipe of his keycard. The music, which had played until the glass door opened in front of him, stopped as soon as he stepped into the spacious room, equipped with the best of the best—at least, he assumed it because he didn’t know a single thing by name or function in his line of sight.

Tranquility found its way into his constantly working and often haunted mind, letting the tension in his shoulders disappear like snow at the sight of spring’s first sunshine, and he finally was able to take a deep breath, even before his eyes found a messy mop of hair peeking between screens and equipment.

“If you think you need to drag me out for another unnecessary father-daughter lunch date, you can immediately turn on the spot and move your ass out of here agai—…”

Her sentence ended as she looked up and saw him standing in the middle of her sacred space instead of her father. Bucky could see how her eyes widened a fraction, only a second, before a radiant smile crept onto her already pretty face. “James,” YN greeted him with the same tone she always used when talking to him—always so incredibly soft as if he was something precious she needed to protect. He didn’t think he was or that he even deserved an ounce of her kindness and gentleness, but he couldn’t keep his distance either.

“Hey, doll.” The nickname had started to slip naturally some time ago, but gladly, YN never seemed to hold any objections against it. Quite the opposite because he could always hear her heartbeat increasing while her cheeks blushed adorably. He could witness it just now, and that made him smile the first genuine smile since going on that mission. “What can I do for you? Is everything alright?” He remembered again with what excuse he had found his way into her presence and nodded, shame practically swirling in his body. “Uhm… I think something isn’t right with-with the arm,” Bucky managed to get out and felt even more ashamed at the sight of worry creeping up into her mesmerizing eyes, which had captured him since she first had laid them on him. “Oh, fuck. Okay, okay. We’ll get this fixed, yeah? I’m so sorry if it hurts or if the mission was at risk or if it troubled you or—…”

YN only stopped her rambling apology the moment she had reached him, and Bucky had gotten a soft hold of her hand. “It’s alright, doll. Really. Everyone came back without a scratch.” Except for your mind, the voice inside his head tauntingly whispered, but her touch was fast to silence it again. “Well, okay. Still, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let you wear it without running some last tests after the transport from Wakanda.” The soldier followed her lead and tenderly squeezed her fingers, still entangled with his, as he sat on the chair she pulled out for him. “Actually, it’s nothing major. Probably have to still get used to it.”

It was a masterpiece she had crafted for him with the assistance of Shuri and the Wakandan materials, reminding him once more why he didn’t deserve this woman.

Her soft hands helped him out of his combat gear, leaving him with a bare chest in her labs, making him almost regret it. Bucky never liked it when she saw the many ugly scars and the deformed tissue that once was his left shoulder. But the moment her gentle fingers started to trace along the edge of his new arm where it was connected to the new prosthetic head, those thoughts almost entirely vanished, and his mind was only able to capture every angle and every expression of her face as she started to do her work.

“It looks good, great even. Almost… perfect.” Her whispering voice sounded as if YN was in a trance as her eyes wandered over every inch of his shoulder and the arm now resting in her hands, making him feel every single touch. “How’s the haptic feedback? Can you still feel…this?” He tried to look, but with a laugh, YN stopped him from moving his head by cupping his chin with her fingers. “No, don’t look. That’s not how those questions work. Your brain would tell you you feel something even if it’s not the case,�� she grinned while Bucky thought his heart would explode every second at the even closer proximity of their faces.

At least he knew he wasn’t the only one realizing it, and a grin started to tuck at his lips. “Again. Do you feel this?” YN started to trace indecipherable patterns on his arm’s black and gold-infused vibranium, letting shiver after shiver run down his spine. “I never was good at guessing letters written on me,” the soldier mumbled, eyes almost entirely closed, imagining the sight of her fingertips tracing his arm wrapped around her middle in the morning light. “That’s okay.” Her words were just as quiet as his, and the sudden feel of her soft, warm lips pressing a gentle kiss to his temple made him gasp for air like some kind of unkissed boy whose crush took the first step in their own hands. His eyes shot open, and Bucky was faced with YN’s face and a tender smile playing around her lips. “You could’ve told me that nothing really was amiss, you know? I’m the last person who’d judge. I thought we already went past that.”

Swallowing, Bucky shrugged his shoulders and took the black shirt out of her hands after YN had handed it to him. “Steve said he would need your approval so I thought… No, wait. I didn’t really think. I’m… Shit, I’m sorry, doll.” Now he felt even worse than upon entering her safe space and bothering her with his nonsense, but as both her hands cupped his neck, he couldn’t hold back and wrapped his hands around her tiny-seeming wrists. “You never need to apolgize for coming here, James. I love your company. You’d never be a bother or a hassle or a nuisance, so stop thinking that.”

His eyes widened at that last comment, and YN shrugged, an embarrassed expression settling on her face. “It’s harder for me to shut your or anyone’s thoughts out when they trip into that direction. Sorry for prying and invading, and—…”

He shut her up by taking a leap of faith and kissed her.

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[pure-unadulterated-hubris]

Y'all aren't going to fucking believe what I found

I was talking with my dad, who's a huge Scorsese nerd, about the resurgence of Goncharov and you're not going to believe what this man pulls off his bookshelf. Apparently, Goncharov was based on this obscure pulp novel that came out in 1970 and as far as I can tell there's never been an official English translation. It's a pretty short book so I sped-read it in like a night and I fucking loved it, so I figured I'd translate it for y'all here! I'm hoping I can translate the whole book because some of the changes made in the film are wild.

[joonlaksme]

October 17th

Park Jimin x Camboy

Contains: Gender Neutral Reader

Word count: 700+

Kinktober Masterlist

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“Today, I wanted to show you these…things I found.” Jimin starts buttoning down his shirt. “For some reason, you really wanted to see my chest so I worked really hard to make it look pretty for you.”

Covering his nipples are heart shaped pasties that are a nice shade of red. All over the rest of his chest and stomach is covered in red glitter. It’s a light bringer in person than on camera but his viewers are going crazy. Men, women, and everyone in between are in love with everything Jimin but this is the first time in his 2 year long camboy career that he’s shown his chest.

“What should we do today? Any suggestions?” He leans in closer to his monitor and reads the fast messages. “Take them off? I don’t think so. I’m a bit nervous about that.” Jimin is lying but he enjoys slowly revealing himself to his fans rather than just giving them what they want. It keeps them coming back for more, pointing out a new slither of skin when they see it.

Jimin wiggles down his shorts a bit along with his underwear, his cock hitting his glitter dusted stomach. “I’ve been actually hard for a bit. I had this really…interesting dream.”

And immediately his viewers ask what it was about.

Immediately his imagination flashes with thoughts about you. Guilty, he takes his cock into his hand and strokes it, lips subtly mouthing your name before he starts telling the details of his wet dream.

“They were wearing this…really eye catching black dress. A lot of it was blurry and we weren’t even in a fancy place or a club or anything like that. We were in my room. They were dressed for me, I think.” He huffs out. “They never said a thing the whole time. They just looked at me…like they were ready to devour me.”

Jimin sits back in his chair, closing his eyes to relive and soak in his memories. He could remember this particular dream feeling and looking more realistic than his typical nonsensical ones. Edges were blurry but you were there in complete detail. “I felt weighted, too. Like I had to get on my knees.”

He opens his eyes again, this time they’re glossy. He glances at this chat and chuckles. They’re begging for him to get to the best part already, anticipating this story and what exactly had Park Jimin hard all day.

“They never took off any of their clothes but they pushed me on my bed. I remember them…” and he exhales.

He’s already close at the thought of what you did next. You, his coworker at his boring office job. His job where no one knows his secret camboy side work. Why he’s able to afford all these name brands, and the apartment he lives in at his age.

No one knew expect for you. You never held this knowledge over his head but you did look at him in a different way. You flirted with him and bent over to pick up pens a little too often. You knew the way it affected him so you would smirk and blow a kiss his way. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you these past few days.

He hopes you’re watching right now.

Jimin cums in his hands before he can finish his story, quickly apologizing to his viewers. His cheeks are flamed pink with embarrassment. He could usually last long than that but today seems to be the exception. For the duration of the stream, after cleaning up, he spends the last five minutes conversing and making promises to edge in his next one.

He says bye with his lips pursed and then lays back on his chair with a sigh. What a mess, both literally and figuratively. Then he hears his phone go off in a call. It’s not often that people call him so it peaks his interest and he’s standing up and grabbing his phone from his carefully crafted, wooden bookshelf. You’re calling him.

He doesn’t hesitate to answer but maybe he should have. “He-“ His voice cracks and he clears his throat, “Hello?”

There’s silence at first. A thick silence. But then you’re telling him your address very slowly. You tell him to be there as fast as he can. You finish the call by saying that you’d like to hear him finish his story. Jimin lips part but then he’s rushing to shove his wallet, phone, and keys in his pockets.

He’s so glad you knew he was thinking about you.

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[veronyxk84]

Spuffy Fic Recs — August

Missed last month’s recs? Check this tag to catch up!

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I present a list of 5 Spuffy fics I’ve read in August. They’re all complete and all links are for Sunnydale After Dark; some were published months ago because I’m going through my bookshelf.

(NOTE: some or all may be available on other archives as well).

Listed from oldest to most recent; see the publishing year (on SAD) before the title.

Some reviews are taken from my own comments left for the stories. I tried to make them short and not spoiler-y.

(2022) Setting Up House by sandy_s [R] 22 chapters

Summary: What if the second social worker actually paid a visit to Buffy and Dawn after the incident in “Gone,” and Dawn and Spike convinced Buffy to set up house with Spike? Buffy POV. Rating: R for language and sexual situations.

Review: I’m currently half-way through the chapters but I feel like recommending it because it’s written very well and it goes through likely scenarios of a “forced” found family, balancing lighthearted and emotionally trying moments.

(2023) Roots by acekoomboom [PG-13] one shot

Summary: Buffy thinks about the nature of good and evil under the shade of a beautiful tree.

Review: Beautiful introspection from Buffy’s POV. Other than the fact that I’m a sucker for post-series Spuffy bliss in pretty much every form, this one hit all the right chords.

(2023) The First Annual Spooky Scoobie Party by acekoomboom [PG-13] one shot

Summary: A post-canon Spuffy hosts a Halloween party and talks about their future.

Review: I love what the author said in the chapter notes about Buffy and Spike eventually finding that kind of love. Lovely peek into their future with a little surprise.

(2024) What She Deserves by flootzavut [NC-17] 5 chapters

Summary: Buffy and Spike both go to the Renaissance Faire to escape from their lives for a bit, neither of them expecting to bump into each other. Shenanigans ensue!

Review: Soft early-S6 Spuffy vibes without the actual burden of S6. Also, anything that features Buffy’s cute yucky alcohol faces is good in my book. Rating turns NC-17 in the last chapter.

(2024) Task Mistress by HappyWhenItRains [NC-17] 5 chapters

Summary: Riley isn’t where he’s supposed to be, and Buffy has enough on her plate, what with Glory and Dawn and her mom and… well, Riley. So she decides to hire Spike to keep an eye on him. What could possibly go wrong? What could go right?

Review: Intriguing new perspective on how the break-up with Riley (and other main events) could have played out. I was blown away by the author’s endless creativity when it came to finding new nicknames for Riley, all perfectly fitting for each situation, especially with Spike being the one who used them. It was nice to see Buffy less inclined to adopt the judgy biased attitude of her friends. Rating turns NC-17 in the last chapter.

[goodluckclove]

Hi! Have you ever felt ashamed of yourself because something made you feel like your taste in books/film/music wasn't diverse enough? I'm here to tell you that having that be the case does not necessarily mean that you're a bigot that hates minorities!

I mean, if you only read books by cishet white men specifically because you think they're the only good kinds of books - yes, that is sort of indicative of a problem in your perspective.

But most people don't pick books because of the author's background. Most people don't even know the author's background. Sometimes you just read books you think are good, and it isn't until you look back and notice the lack of a certain voice and think "huh, that's weird that I haven't looked into that".

That's okay! There are many brilliant minority authors that you might not have a way to know about unless you search the right term or have someone tell you. This is not a moral failure on your behalf, but an opportunity to see just how vast your favorite genre is.

Consider science fiction, or speculative fiction as a whole. Philip K. Dick has a deeply specific type of science fiction influenced by his gender, the era he was born in, and his rampant and intense schizophrenia (look up The Exegesis, it's wild). Kurt Vonengut has an entirely different take on the same genre that was heavily, heavily shaped by being a literal prisoner of war and being in the Dresden Bombings of World War Two. He was, I believe, also rumored to be on the schizophrenic specturm.

But let's widen the scope! I have only read a few books of Octavia Butler and wasn't as impacted by them as other books I've read, but I definitely noticed a major shift in atmosphere in a narrative world formed by a black woman. The air tasted different. It was a truly remarkable way to expand my vision of what the genre can do.

There's also Yoko Ogawa's The Memory Police. I have a complicated relationship with this book. I read the first chapter, loved the environment of an Influenced sci-fi dystopia, but then immediately realized this premise would destroy me and stopped reading. I still have it. I'm going to read it, it's just a tough subject for me.

If you want to widen your scope of art consumption you can do it as easily as taking a book or movie you like and seeing what art influenced it or what art was influenced by it. Websites like Tastedive are great for that. You can also look for lists of minority authors that have written in your genre of choice and see what sounds appealing.

You also shouldn't do it all at once. I don't think a minority artist would appreciate that you rushed through their work solely because someone on the Internet told you you're a bad person unless you experienced every oppressed perspective immediately. You have time.

A while back I did research and made an effort to read more female fiction. I looked at my bookshelf and saw that a majority of the women I read were either nonfiction writers or retro lesbians. So I bought a few short story collections by women writers that I found online, because I was also inexperienced with that. It was great. I really enjoyed it. My next goal is to gather more perspectives on experimental fiction, my favorite genre. I've read mostly Western, czech, Italian, Spanish and French. Some women, mostly men. I would like to see what else is out there.

Also if anyone has a suggestion for a book on black existentialism other than Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man, I sure am hungry for it. Invisible Man is one of the most painful and beautiful books I've ever read.

I'm rambling. Art is exciting, is what I mean to say. If you feel the way you take in art is missing something, instead of scolding yourself for that it's actually a lot more effective to do a lil' bit of internet searching, get a new book or movie, and see what it makes you feel and think. I'm pretty confident that's the ideal viewing experience in the eyes of the minority creators who made these pivotal works.

Consider race, sexuality, era, disability, gender identity - all of that and more changes the way a person makes art and it's truly enlightening to explore!

[gard3nias]

Amor tam pulcher | KTH - prologue

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wc: 1.57k

date: 30/03/2024

quick summary: a memory; taehyung is staying over oc's place and trying not to lose his mind for her

mdi // masterlist // playlist

A dark base colour. Very dark. Black, I dare to say, but it presents shades of dark blue here and there. Scattered in a natural even manner were a few clouds and, at last, sitting in the centre, amidst a bed of shimmering white dots, was the moon, shining in all its might.

It was a fresh spring day night. The atmosphere was changing. The environment welcomed a highly awaited scent of blooming flowers from the gardens, the vases on the balconies and the trees outlining the streets. As the fresh breeze blew, it took away all the residues of the winter season: the cold, the dead leaves on the side of the road, all the ashes of the wood that had been burnt for the heating up and all the smoke it'd produced.

The night was very bright. The moonlight put to shame the few lampposts along the road. The rays were so strong they worked as a perfect night light for the townspeople. As the breeze blew, wind chimes rang throughout and their sound vibration penetrated the ears in the most pleasing of ways.

Just like in movies, this was background decoration, the setting in which the story starts from a wider point of view only to shrink and focus closer, on a tinier scale. Uninteresting background details that had little meaning to the lead characters―something to just occasionally comment on.

They had each other, confined in a cosy bedroom, in a comfortable environment. The bright moon and the stars went unnoticed as Daphne took an old book from her little personalized bookshelf.

The room was dim because she hated turning on the major light when she could see perfectly with her lamp. She had one on her desk and one on her nightstand. The lighting was golden, the room was warm and he was there, shirtless, with ruffled hair and just the trousers of his pyjamas but he was there and that was all that mattered to her.

She wore a matching sleep outfit, shorts and a tank top. Hurriedly walking back onto the carpet and off the freezing tiles of her room, she joined him. He was sitting at the end of her bed. Body leaning backwards on his arms with legs that only spread more to welcome her to sit which she did.

"You see this here?" she began losing the leather rope tied around the book, "It belonged to my granny but she gifted it to me last year as a Christmas present". He didn't immediately respond, at least not verbally. He wrapped his arms around her with ease and perked his chin on her shoulders welcoming her in a warm embrace. "It's a flowers book, she called it. It has pretty much every flower she has ever grown or collected in her life".

"I thought your grandma sells greens at the town square," his velvet voice came through from right next to her ear causing a wave of chills to run from head to toe. "Yes, she does but she also used to collect a lot of flowers. In fact, she loved them, loves them still, and she has them all around her place," his only reply was tightening the hug because no matter how close he could be to her, it was never close enough. "And guess what I found here?"

"What?"

"I'd insist you guessed but you wouldn't so..." she quickly muttered but he heard her and simply replied by tickling her. "So, I found... me,"

"You!"

"Yeah, me! The flower Daphne" from his point of view, he could see her cheek swell as she smiled causing him to smile right after, unconsciously. "You didn't know you bore the same name as a flower?"

"No, I mean yes but not this flower. I know that my name in Greek means 'Laurel', a plant from the mythological story of Daphne and Apollo. It's the sole reason you call me Lauri," she turned to face him. The distance is almost nonexistent. He went in first and left a peck on her lips that proceeded into multiple ones. Lips. Cheek. Neck. Shoulder blade.

"Do you like your namesake flower?"

"I've got to be honest with you and disagree. I mean, it's also an evergreen plant like the Laurel but it doesn't sound as special. Lori does though," now it was his turn to smile. From the exterior, it looked subtle but his insides were jumping and somersaulting. She probably could hear his heart thumping against her back for how much it was pressed against his chest. "But Daphne is just as beautiful".

She shrugged and denied that. "And, besides, it just reminds me of the sad fate of the nymph, you know. I completely get that Apollo wasn't in his right state of mind because of Cupid but it's still sad," he totally could agree with her, not the sad part but surely the mental part, yeah. That's how he felt whenever she was close. Whether she was right next to him, farther away in the same room or building, sharing the same air with him whenever they kissed, in his thoughts all the time or when he was inside of her, the only thing he could think about was how close he was to losing his mind for good. So good. Heavenly good. Marvellous. Perfect. That is what she is anyway.

"You know... Daphne was a beautiful nymph and the personification of the laurel which is, as you know, an evergreen plant. I don't think of her fate as sad. First, she wished it to herself," The look she gave him had him chuckling, "Second, an evergreen plant never dies. It lives in the foreverness of its beauty," just like you, he wanted to add but surely she could read that from his eyes.

His eyes glowed when they were on her. Stars start shimmering in the chocolate brown colour of his iris. It was hard to break eye contact because the view was breathtaking like fireworks on New Year's night. She couldn't help herself from catching red shades on her cheeks. She didn't mind it anymore. She'd just smile through it. He wasn't shy about his feelings so she wasn't going to be any different.

A little giggle came out of her as she broke eye contact and started fiddling with the corner of the book. He smiled, reading through her body language like it was his favourite novel.

Never could he have thought of reaching this point where he'd have her in his arms like this, in a moment like this, doing things like this. Back then, the only assurance he had was that she could make his heart flutter in ways itself didn't know about: her smile, her face whenever she was focused on reading or just her simple presence.

Oh, God. No way she's real.

Before they could get here, it seemed she didn't know of his existence and yet he felt like she was watching every one of his moves and he had to be perfect, absolutely perfect for her, just her. That's the only thing she deserved for being perfection incarnate.

From the day he set eyes on her, he'd decided that everything he'd do was going to be just for her. The efforts paid off anyway.

There's nothing more beautiful than knowing that the person you love, loves you just as much-he'd say even more but he doubts she could ever love him more than he loves her because he loved her so much, maybe too much, but it's all for a good cause.

Her smile whenever she came out to go to school or went back in from school. Perfect. The sound of her voice whenever she came up to him during lunch break―oh, and let's not talk about how adorable she was whenever she happily hopped up to him while at it. Perfect. Her face. Oh so perfect. He could stare at her face all day and never get tired, never get uninterested. It was like a TV series with an infinite amount of seasons that got better as they went on. A perfect TV series. He could fully focus with her around and certainly just on her and nothing else―he could barely hear what she'd be talking about because he'd be busy watching every single change in her facial expression and never get bored. Boredom went out of his life the day she came in.

If he could, he'd write poems on how pretty she looked, on how perfect she was. He'd probably make the next Catullus or even better, he'd dare say. Everyone would love to read about her and how she makes him feel. He even wonders how she isn't loved, worshipped in fact, by everyone but he's glad he's the only one whom she hops to whenever class is dismissed, the only one to have her cheeks explore all possible shades of red, the only one whose arms she'd willingly fall asleep in between.

The silence that sat with them was comfortable, to say the least. It felt like a bigger and warmer hug embracing them and encapsulating them in their world.

"Talking about evergreens, my faves are these," she turned the pages while maintaining the same height as his face so that when she looked back up, the eye contact was restored, "Gardenias,"

"Oh. So pretty. Beautiful".

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[paulyenvol6]

Sweet Creature (Chapter 4)

Contains: Smut, fingering, inexperienced reader, fluff, mentions of sex and virginity

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Harry opened the pavilion and they entered it. While Eunice looked around in the room, Harry went and got a candlestick as it had gotten darker outside. He lightened it and walked over to the girl.

„Better.“, he said and Eunice could now admire the beautiful, light interior of the cottage. „It’s so pretty.“, she whispered and smiled at the wooden, colourful painted chairs. It wasn’t a very big room, but it had everything that it needed.

A table with chairs, a comfortable looking sofa, a bookshelf and something similar to a little kitchen, with a shelf, a cupboard with crockery and several bins.

„Do you want to sit down? And I might find something to drink as well.“, Harry said and Eunice sat down on one of the beautiful chairs. He came back with two glasses and a jug. „I found some lemonade, if you want.“ „That’s perfect.“, she said shyly and looked at her folded hands in her lap.

Harry poured the liquid in the glasses and gave one to Eunice. „Thank you, Sir.“, she whispered and they toasted. „To this beautiful evening. And to all summer nights.“, he said an Eunice smiled. They drank to it and then Harry put his glass on the table, his hand still grabbing it.

Eunice couldn’t help but stare at his fingers, they were so beautiful and long. His nails were short and clean and there was something so appealing about them. She didn’t know what this was but she was a bit scared by her body’s reaction to this man.

Harry watched her stare at his hand but didn’t say anything. He just smirked a bit until the girl looked up to him and widened her eyes when they made eye contact.

She quickly looked away again and focused her gaze on the book shelf next to them. „Do you like to read?“, Harry asked to help her out of the awkward situation and she nodded.

„Yeah, I do. I like poems.“ „What’s you favourite?“, he asked and watched her profile, as she was still looking at the shelf. „I like ‚Spring Impressions‘ by Wesley Gildon.“ „Ohh that’s a good one.“

Eunice finally turned around and looked at him again and immediately slightly blushed. She just couldn’t help herself. He looked so good like that, with his hair that was a bit messier now and his eyes and how he sat there in his chair so relaxed.

She unintentionally bit her lip, which Harry of course noticed and then cleared her throat. „Are you alright, Milady?“, Harry asked politely.

„Yes. Yes I’m okay.“, she said with an unnatural high voice. „Are you sure?“, he asked again. Eunice looked at him. „Mhmm.“, she made. Harry smirked. „You seem a bit flustered, Milady.“, he whispered with his deep voice and Euncie shifted on her chair.

She felt such a weird ache in her lower belly and pressed her legs together to make it go away. But Harry’s voice only seemed to make it worse.

Her heart was beating so fast and she was so hot and there was this pulsating between her legs, which Eunice didn’t want to think about because it was so scandalous and wrong and – „Do you want me to make the ache go away?“ Eunice looked at him with widened eyes and her throat was so dry again that she couldn’t immediately answer, not that she knew what to say.

„W – what do you mean?“, she quietly asked and her eyes almost drove Harry insane. „Do you want me to make the ache in your tummy go away?“, Harry repeated and slightly smiled. „B – but how, I mean how do you – I don’t understand. How do you intend to….“, she whispered and nervously played with her fingers.

Harry got a little closer. „By touching you, milady.“, he whispered and took her hands to stop her nervous tic. „What?“, she spoke out, too stunned to say something intelligent.

„By touching your body, Lady Eunice.“, he repeated again and Eunice stuttered. „B -but…We can’t, I’m engaged and I’m going to do these things with my husband after I’m married. Not with someone I’m not married to and not with someone I’m not supposed to be with.“, she spoke.

„We don’t have to, milady, it was just a question.“, the man smiled and brought more distance between them, which Eunice immediately disappointed.

She couldn’t help but wish he was close to her. Even closer than he was just a few seconds ago. She wanted to put her hands on his chest and collarbones, she wanted to touch his face and kiss these beautiful lips.

„Besides, he would of course know, when we have our wedding night, because either I’m going to get pregnant, which would be the worst thing in this world or he would feel it when we’re…“, she quickly said and blushed.

„I was not talking about intercourse, Milady.“, Harry said. „I was talking about touching.“ „B – but I don’t understand, Sir, I – “ „There is more you can do sexually than intercourse, Milady. There are things that no one notices after you have done them.“

Eunice’s face was glowing red and she tried to avoid his gaze. „But my mother said that they… the man knows when his wife… his wife has already…“ „Your mother was talking about intercourse, Milady. Once again, there are more things.“  

Eunice looked at him to find out if he was telling the truth but he didn’t smirk or laugh so she wasn’t sure if he might be right. Harry got a bit closer again. „Milady, what do you know about sexually activities?“ „I – I – don’t know. I mean I know how…you know… how the thing works.“

Harry whispered: „Do you want me to show you what there is besides ‚The thing‘?“ Eunice gulped loudly. „I don’t know – I.“ „If you don’t want to, Milady, we can go right back to the feast. I don’t want to pressure you, or anything. You can say no, if you don’t want to do anything.“

Eunice nodded and thought about it. She was so curious about it and everything inside of her body screamed to do it. She craved his touch, being closer to him, finding out what he could do to her body.

Of course her mind told her not to do it. This was one of the worst things she could possibly do. Not only would she be intimate with someone before she got married, but she would cheat on someone she wasn’t even married to yet.

But on the other hand, Sir Harry Styles had guaranteed her that no one would notice it, so did it really fall in the category of things she was not allowed to do before marriage? And she wasn’t married yet, she wasn’t even officially engaged yet, so would it be cheating?

Harry watched her think. He wanted her to say yes so badly of course. He wanted to touch her and make her whimper, make her sigh his name. But he wanted her full consent and her to be absolutely sure about it. And if she would say no, he would never speak about this again.

Eunice turned towards him and said: „Yes.“ „Yes what, Milady?“, Harry asked and raised his eyebrows. „I’d like you to show me.“, the girl whispered and Harry smiled.

„Okay. But you need to promise me one thing: If you change your mind or if you feel uncomfortable or if you don’t like something I do at any point, you have to tell me. If you want me to stop, you need to tell me, okay?“ Eunice nodded. „Yes.“

„Good.“ He came closer to her, took her hands and gently caressed them. „Do you want to sit on the sofa?“, he asked close to her ear and Eunice shivered. She was so aroused and eager to get more, receive more.

She nodded and they moved to sit down on the sofa. Harry got closer to her face again moved her hair back. „Can I kiss you?“, he asked and after Eunice had whispered a „Yes.“, he connected their lips.

Harry’s lips were soft and gentle. She didn’t know how to move her lips but just copied what he did. Meanwhile, Harry’s hand laid on her cheek and the other held her waist. He slightly moved his hand on her waist, which made Eunice shift.

Harry stopped the kiss and asked: „Is this alright?“ She nodded and bit her swollen lip. „Yes, but please… I – I need you. Need you to make the ache go away.“ Her voice had gotten so quiet that Harry almost couldn’t hear her and she had looked to the ground. Harry gently lifted her chin and made her look at him.

„No need to get shy, sweetheart.“, he whispered and Eunice pressed her legs together at the nickname. „I’m going to make it go away, promise.“, he whispered while pressing little kisses to her cheek. He placed his hand on her thigh, which was still covered by her dress, and softly massaged her.

Eunice gaze followed his hand and Harry quietly chuckled. „You like my hands, don’t you?“, he asked and Eunice blushed, but didn’t answer. „You’re going to like them even more in a few minutes.“ „Is it going to hurt?“, she suddenly asked and Harry stopped his movement.

„Of course not, darling. I wouldn’t do anything to you that could hurt you. I’m going to make you feel good.“ Eunice frowned. „But it’s just what my friend told me. She recently got married and visited us in July. One afternoon we talked about her marriage and she told me in secret that it was painful to her. I just don’t want it to be painful.“

„Milady, your friend probably talked about the intercourse with her husband. That is something that can be painful for women when they do it the first time. But I’m not going to do anything that will be painful to you. If it is, it is not how it’s supposed to be and I’ll immediately stop.“

Eunice nodded. „Alright.“ „No need to be scared of anything.“, he whispered and his lips wandered to her lips again while his hand that had layed on her thigh moved to the hem of her dress. He slipped it under the skirt and whispered „Is that okay?“, against her lips.

„Yeah.“, Eunice answered and Harry softly massaged her thighs. This simple movement drove Eunice crazy and she let out a quiet whimper. Harry could still hear it and smirked. He loved how responsive she was to his touch and how she reacted to him. It was such a turn on to watch her.

Then his hand wandered even further up until his fingers traced the area around her slip. He massaged her skin and teased her until he couldn’t wait anymore. Harry ended the kiss and asked her.

„Can I take your slip off?“, he asked and Eunice nodded. As everything was still covered by her dress, he blindly pulled it down her legs, over her feet and put it in his front pockets so it didn’t got dirty. „Sit with your back against the sofa back, darling.“, Harry whispered and Eunice turned and did as he had told her.

„And now just relax.“ The girl closed her eyes but still had her legs pressed together. „You need to slightly spread your legs, Milady. I know that it’s uncomfortable, but I’ll make it better.“ Eunice opened her legs, which actually was quite uncomfortable and Harry caressed her legs up to her hips and then got closer and closer to her core.

He gently stroke her mound and then slid over her clit with his pointer finger. It was such a sudden and new feeling to Eunice, that she jumped at it and let out a shriek. „Shh, it’s alright.“, Harry calmed her and soothed her thigh. „Sir, it’s… That feels…“ „I know, Milady.“ Harry smirked and stroke her clit again.

This time Eunice quietly whimpered and closed her legs around his hand while digging her nails into the sofa. Harry went through her slit with his finger. „Jesus! You’re so wet, darling. All that for me?“, he smirked close to her ear with his mouth.

Eunice couldn’t phrase a sentence and just whined a „Please.“ in response. Harry collected some of her wetness and spread it over her pussy and especially her clit. He know used his thumb to rub her clit and stimulated her little nub like this for some time and enjoyed hearing her little whimpers until he put more pressure on her clit by circling it with his pointer finger. Eunice whined and restlessly shifted on the sofa.

„Shhhh, sweetheart, you need to stay still.“ „But it’s so…. God..“, she whimpered. Harry wrapped one arm around her hip from behind to keep her in place and kissed her near her ear. He would love to actually see her pussy but thought that it was about her now and he didn’t want to overwhelm her.

So he continued to blindly finger her pussy by stimulating her clit. Eunice was a whimpering mess in his arms and by now had moved to lean with her back again his chest. Her head was pressed against his shoulder and Harry was with his right hand under her skirt while his left held her at her tummy to stop her from shifting.

Harry was so hard in his pants and wished he could have her sit between his legs so he could rock against her but once again thought that it might be too much for her and wanted all that to be about her, so she still sat next to him on the left but leaned against his chest. „Harry…“, she moaned and arched to meet his touch.

He smiled at the name and increased the pace of his finger against her clit while resting his chin on her hair. He caressed her waist with his left hand and pressed her closer to him as her movement got more and more uncontrolled. Harry could tell that she was about to reach her orgasm, as she got more tense and arched against him so he moved his finger a little faster and then the girl let out a cry and her whole body began to shake.

„Oh god. Harry!“, Eunice whined and then after a few seconds powerless fell back into his arms. Harry, who had fingered her through her orgasm stopped his movement but still had his hand on her bare thigh. He then pulled her slightly up against his chest and soothed her by caressing her shoulder and pressing kisses against her hair.

Her breathing slowly calmed down and Harry’s hand now left her thigh and pulled it away from under her dress. He smirked and brought his hand to his mouth. Eunice’s eyes followed his hand and she watched with widened eyes how he licked his fingers clean with relish. Harry noticed how she pressed her legs together again.

„You taste very good, Milady.“, he spoke and Eunice blushed. „Are you alright?“, he then asked. „Yeah. Very good. That was… That was so…“, she was still speechless and so just took a deep breath. „I’m glad you enjoyed it. But we should go back to the feast now, your family probably already wonders where you are, Milady.“

Eunice nodded, still completely confused and baffled and got up from the sofa. Harry did the same and then took her slip out of his pocket. Without hesitation he kneeled down in front of her and stretched the panties so she could slip inside with her feet. Eunice blushed again and did it.

Harry slowly pulled them up her legs and got up to his feet while doing it. He adjusted the undergarment at her hips and then removed his hands from her body. „Are you ready to go?“, he whispered and Eunice could once again only nod. All these little things that he did made her so shaky and flustered and the usually very confident and loud girl couldn’t even recognize herself.

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would any of the people who didnt timewarp (mary-beth, tilly, swanson, pearson, etc) know that the others timewarped?

nope. y'know maybe it hurts, maybe they would have liked to know they were okay, but you know what? they mourned. they ached. they learned that their whole lives could change in one second: one short walk in a pretty town, one lone horse walking into shady belle, one frantic packing of camp in the middle of the night after a failed bank robbery and one decision to leave everything they knew by a cave in beaver hollow. and they healed.

they learned not to let the pain leave them broken, sure, it destroyed them, some days it felt like nothing would be okay again and they were more ghosts than people, but they learned how to let grief consume them and know things would seem okay again one day. and it was. they found better than okay - they found a new happy. because they mourned, they regretted, they forgave themselves and let themselves look for something better than dying for dutch and they found it. mary-beth wrote her novels, tilly found a new family she would never lose again, swanson re-found his faith, and pearson had his store and his own family. on days it needed to hurt, they let themselves hurt, but they learned to accept the new happiness they found after the gang. and that was more important than knowing the others were okay too

i lied mary-beth knows. well, she suspects. one night, when she was old, far older than any of them got to be, she thought she heard voices in her house. voices she knew but hadn't heard in so long she wasn't sure it was possible to recognize them. she had imagined them so many times, actually hearing their voices sounded strange

in her nightgown, with a lantern in hand - it might have been the 50s, but she always considered herself a romantic with her candle lantern on her beside table - and followed voices through her house. squabbling. she could hear two unmistakable voices squabbling

she heard wind coming through the window in her study that she definitely closed. in the dim light of a candle lantern, she saw lenny, and sean, in clothing she had never seen before, hissing at each other as lenny asked for the umpteenth time if sean was sure that's where the photograph was sitting. sean rolled his eyes and adjusted it another fraction to sit perfectly in a space in the dust that had suddenly appeared on her desk

lenny saw her, mouth hanging open, shaking sean frantically with a noticeable tremble in his hand. sean's eyes went wide, colour draining so completely from his face even his hair looked pale. and mary-beth smiled, laughing softly to herself as the image of them suddenly faded from her study. the dust was gone from her desk. the window was closed, as she'd left it. but she knew wherever they were, they were okay - and clearly death had not changed them in the slightest.

sean and lenny refuse to discuss what they saw the night they broke into shady belle to return a photo sean had stolen for kieran, but if they ever did discuss it they refuse to tell anyone. they do go quiet on later tours when the guide remarks some day shady belle is haunted.

especially as she gets older in her beautiful old house, mary-beth gets funny feelings she isn't alone. sometimes she thinks she sees hosea with a beautiful woman she can only imagine is his long-dead wife bessie in his arms, walking the hallways and marveling at the fine crown molding she had put in. sometimes she thinks she sees arthur standing at the bookshelf, with his typical pretending he's not interested stare as his fingers run over the hardcover spines. sometimes she looks out the window and swears she can see kieran sitting in the garden, and she knows deep down they're happy

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Cherry Magic Episode 4 Review - You're A Wizard, Tsuge

As the first half of the episode has shown, Tsuge has become a wizard now. Like Adachi, he has gained the power to listen to people’s hearts. How will Tsuge use this to find a love interest? Well, he found one already. That was darn freaking fast. Who does he fall in love with? The cute deliveryman Minato.

I think their ship name is called Tsugemina. Anyways, Tsugemina’s portrayal in the live action is a bit exaggerated compared to the manga and anime (which are pretty much identical). In the live action, Tsuge is very dramatic when he falls for Minato and when he realized he’s in love, he actually bashes his head against a bookshelf. When I watched the live action, I thought that Tsuge was a bit of a weirdo, but reading the manga and watching the anime made me realize that the way Tsuge is portrayed here is more faithful as he is a stoic man by nature. While the Tsugemina section seems short, that’s because the Tsuge chapters are pretty short in comparison to the main couple; there aren’t a lot too, so who knows when we’ll get another segment of them in future episodes.

I do like the Tsuge and Adachi scene. As Tsuge is a novice wizard, he’s unsure how to make use of the power, but for Adachi, the power has brought good things into his life; Tsuge even notices this too as Adachi has become a bit more talkative, especially when the topic revolves around Kurosawa. In the manga, this scene actually takes some time after the second Tsugemina scene as Adachi had mentioned that he read Tsuge’s new book and noticed the change in his usual heroine types as he added in a heroine with the exact same description as Minato, showcasing how down bad he is for this guy he barely knows (heck, he doesn’t even know his name until later on). Despite the changes, I do like the scene but I dislike the fact that Tsuge gets blocked from the chances he gets to talk to Adachi about the magic.

After Tsuge and Adachi meet up, the episode then shifts to Adachi being the focus character, which I think is a rather good way to transition. Adachi gets jealous for the first time when he sees a pretty lady talking with Kurosawa and starts getting insecure about himself. Despite his jealousy, he does realize that if he did get jealous of that woman, that means he does like Kurosawa in that way. I do like how he was fast to process that and accepted it right away. It sort of shows that even if he doesn’t have romantic experiences, he’s still mature enough to understand what love is.

It’s kind of sad to see why Adachi’s so hesitant towards romance. I sort of get it. If I heard someone say that it’s impossible to date me because of the lack of experience, I’d get insecure too. I’m glad that Kurosawa exists to show that Adachi can be loved no matter how much he adverses romance. The part where Kurosawa comes over to his house was sweet; however, how the heck did he know his address? The way Kurosawa thought about how he’d cherish all of Adachi’s first was heartwarming. I legit stomped my feet in a giddy mood. Why is this anime so cute? Why are they so cute?

No worries, though. The pretty lady happens to be Kurosawa’s sister, Mari. She’s hilarious as she feels like a typical older sibling trying to pester her brother to get what she wants: to stay at Kurosawa’s place until her boyfriend apologizes to her. She even followed him to Adachi’s house via GPS. I do like how Kurosawa feels like a bullied little brother here. She is also good with words as she managed to convince Kurosawa to stay at Adachi’s house, to which his simp self accepts after fantasizing a domestic AU he conjured up in his mind. Haha, he’s such a simp.

Oh and uh, the voice actor trivia of the week is that Gen Sato, Minato’s VA, only has done BL recently. Like out of the four main cast, he has the least amount of experience in BL media but I’m sure that’ll change. In the drama CD, he was voiced by Kouhei Amasaki.

What are your thoughts on the birth of the side couple? How about Mari as a character? What about the whole Kurodachi segment? What did you think about the episode as a whole?

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Sunny & Gideon (Part 3)

Borrower short story (turning into a series) based on a dream I had where the Giant and Tiny switch bodies

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Sidebar 1 | Part 4 (WIP)

This has little to no lore, apparently you get a hint, but now we get to some backstory. I do have some planned lore,but the writing muses had other plans. So here’s some backstory and some overcoming of one’s fears, I guess.

POV Sunny

I was staring. I know that, but every movement he made was so foreign, yet familiar. I never would have described Gideon, or myself for that matter, as cute, but I could recognize Gideon’s mannerisms. At such a small scale they were adorable, like a jumping spider. Incredibly small and earnestly fascinating, but better not touch until they get used to you.

Gideon’s my? (Nope that’s too complicated. Gideon’s) eyes kept glancing back and forth. Being watched by someone at that size was incredibly uncomfortable unless you were accustomed to it.

I honestly tried not stare. I would tear my eyes away from him, but then he’d make a noise or movement in my periphy, that would pull my eyes back to him. He movements were just so cute! I finally understood why he’d spent so much time staring at me when we’d first met. At the time I thought it was because I was an oddity, something he was never supposed to see. Now, with this context, I guess he just thought I was cute. After some time, his words brought me out of my hypnotic trance.

“You say you’re Sunny. Tell me something only Sunny would know.”

“Huh?” I replied suddenly pulled from my musings.

“Tell me some-”

I cut him off, my brain deciding to spontaneously understand his previous sentence, like an instant replay of his words. “We met two years ago.” He huffed a bit at being interrupted, but took it well. “I’ve been living in this apartment’s walls for about five years, but when you and your roommate moved in I started borrowing from you guys. And, well, your roommate has a thing for sweets, and well, I guess I do too.” My eyes migrated to the floor, my chest feeling tight, at the thought of my previous overindulgence. “He got pissed and, assuming you guys had a mouse or a rat, hid a bunch of traps around the apartment. I guess he hid one of them a little too well, ‘cause it caught my leg. I was able to get myself out-” I felt my face contort at the memory of the pain. I still didn’t know how long I’d actually been there before and after I’d passed out.

“But I passed out and that’s when you found me. Then you took care of me while my leg healed. You didn’t have to but you did.” I shrugged. When I finally finished my recounting, I glanced over to him, noticing his hand was now resting on the impacted leg. What is he thinking? I wondered. Had he realized how much my leg still hurts, though I remember this morning it wasn’t all that bad. From my current perspective, there was no way to tell.

“I know that,” Gideon replied indignantly, once again breaking me out of my stupor. “Tell me something only Sunny would know.” I huffed, indignantly, the puff of wind pulling at Gideon’s hair a bit. He blinked, and crossed his arms.

“What do you want me to tell you?” I breathed, exasperated but still trying to keep my voice down.

“I don’t know how all this works,” a scowled contorted his features, so out of place. “If this is some sort of borrower or magic thing, you could have my memories.” He punctuated his statement by crossing his arms, but the way he was staring up at me made it hard for me to take his vexation entirely seriously.

“Do you have any of my memories?” I asked. Trying to provide some logic to the conversation.

“No,” was his only response.

“Okay, fine.” I thought for a moment, tapping my pointer finger to my lips and turning around to search the room. What proof did I have? Something I’d never told Gideon, or anyone else for that matter. I mulled it over, looking around the room. Gideon’s room was pretty average. He had a bookshelf stained a pretty dark brown, in-front of some of books were picture frames, with treasured memories of his family and friends. He’d told me about some of those pictures, but not all.

His bed sat in the corner, a dark blue comforter tossed over it. Posters decorated the walls and a desk sat right in front of the window. All of this was unhelpful, so I searched instead for something that would have been accessible by my previous height or by climbing. My eyes roamed the floor boards, finding nothing helpful, before finally stopping right above the base board just below his bed. There was hole right where the baseboard met the wall, just big enough for a rodent … or a borrower.

Excitement bloomed in my chest and I clapped my hands together a couple times and did a couple small jumps from foot to foot. This type of giddiness felt entirely foreign to this body, but I just couldn’t resist. “I can finally show you my room!” Then I lowered my hand flat onto the surface of the dresser, not too close to Gideon, suppressing the urge to grab him. I just wanted to show him the closest entrance, not scare him.

When my eyes landed on Gideon expectantly. He got impossibly smaller, curling in on himself. My heart dropped a little. It wasn’t a logical emotion, I know how intense the pressure of a bean’s eyes could be, especially when it’s unexpected.

POV Gideon

When their excitement jig was over, the full force of eyes larger than my head landed on me. My heart began to race and time seemed to slow. I watched as they, without saying a word, lowered on of their hands down on to the dresser. As the hand landed a a good 6-7 feet inches in front of me. My eyes darted from the hand to their face, and when I registered the weight of their expectant expression, instinct took over and the body curled in on itself. Does Sunny experience this every time I look at them? I wondered, grasping onto the only thought that wasn’t telling me to run away, and run fast!

I could see the excitement drain from … Sunny’s eyes and just the idea that they might be sad hit me hard. The display of excitement was proof enough. It was something only Sunny could do, would do, right down to the hand clapping and the little dance they did with their feet. It was usually cute, but at my current size it had caused the surface underneath my feet to shake.

“Or we can do that later,” Sunny said, a forced cheerfulness dripping off their words. The hand disappeared too, sliding slowly off the side of the cliff that was the dresser I was standing on.

Gathering all my courage, I willed myself to speak. “No, Sunny, I want to see your room!”

The eyes that had wandered to the floor, snapped back up to me, bright and shining. Instinct called again, but I told myself, this is Sunny.

When the hand came back down onto the ground I did not freeze, instead I made my way over and even though I was shaking stepped up onto it.

“If I’m gonna lift my hand up, you might want to sit. It’s better to sit.” I did as told, placing my hand on the open palm I was in for balance and crossing my legs as I sat.

“I’m gonna cup my hand, okay?” Sunny whispered, and when I nodded, my whole world shifted. “Okay, now I’m going to lift you up slowly. Would you prefer if I held you to my chest or would you rather I hold you up.”

A bizarre sense of déjà-vu hit me, in this utter unknown situation. “I think, your chest, would be okay.” I said, before being raised into the air.

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Sidebar 1 | Part 4 (WIP)

This is longer than I expected it would be, but we’re getting somewhere. And room tour next part, before hopefully a lore drop. I’m not sure if that’s gonna be two parts.

Please if you have any input on my formatting lmk, especially, if you find it difficult read/use. I am learning and most of this formatting is based on what I prefer, and find helpful. And, genuine question: should I be adding a word count now that the parts are getting longer?